[Childhood Memories: The Older Brother Next Door (A Short Story about a Green Mother)] Author: clean - Incest Novels

Childhood Memories: The Older Brother Next Door (A Short Story about a Green Mother) Author: clean Published: 2014/01/23 on: Spring in the Courtyard Word Count: 4331 -------- I often hear stories online about people witnessing their mothers having sex when they were young. Writing a long story would be time-consuming and laborious, so I added some of my own imagination and exaggeration to create some stories. -------- At the dinner party before graduating from university, I drank until I was almost unconscious. A few strong classmates threw me onto my bed in the dormitory. I kicked my shoes off the bed and lost consciousness. At midnight, the air in the dormitory was filled with the smell of alcohol and foot odor. I woke up needing to pee and got up in the dark to urinate. After urinating, I returned to bed, but I couldn't fall back asleep. My mind kept replaying that absurd thing I did as a child that I felt particularly guilty and regretful about. I've probably thought about this thing tens of thousands of times... My father was the chief accountant at a bank at the time, and he was very good at business. He felt that money kept in the bank would always lose value in an environment of inflation. So he invested in many financial products and real estate. Several rental apartments in my neighborhood were registered under my dad's name. He did some basic renovations, furnished them simply, and rented them out. One of them was the apartment across the hall, where a young man of Dong ethnicity rented from us. This young man was the son of one of my dad's friends, studying at a nearby university. My dad, a very loyal friend, rented the apartment to this young man at a very low price, and even rented the entire apartment to him alone. Not only that, but every weekend and holiday, my dad would always invite him over for dinner. After a while, we became familiar. I was just a child then, and I quickly became close with this young man. When he first took me into his room, I felt like I was in heaven—this young man, in today's terms, was a complete otaku. The room was filled with all sorts of comic books, figurines, model toys, and there was even a PS on the TV in the living room. So I often went to his rented room to read comic books, play with toys, and play PS games. But my mom didn't really like this older boy. The reason was simple: as a homebody, he inherited all the typical homebody traits—lacking personal hygiene. He wore glasses, but they were always dirty. His hair was always greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in ages. He always wore slippers everywhere, spring, summer, autumn, and winter. He was 1.7 meters tall but weighed 95 kilograms. All of this made my mom dislike him immensely. My mom is a very traditional Chinese woman who manages our household very well. No matter how tired she is from work, she always comes home on time to cook, mop the floor, and wash my dad's and my dirty clothes. Sometimes when my dad's relatives come to visit, my mom has to cook for them, and after she finishes cooking, she can't sit at the table herself; she can only eat the leftovers after they've finished eating. My mom's clothing is also very conservative; the low-cut tops and short skirts that are popular these days have never appeared on her. Even the stockings that were already popular among housewives were something my mom refused to wear, finding them too revealing. "Don't let him come over for dinner. He never washes his hair or face. He doesn't even know to change into proper shoes when visiting someone's house. He's so inconsiderate," my mom often said to my dad after my older brother ate at our house. "His dad helped me a lot back then, I have to repay that favor. Besides, he's still a kid. He'll be better when he enters society," my dad always comforted my mom. Although my mom didn't like my older brother and always thought he'd never find a job or a wife, she still treated him warmly whenever he came over. "Xiao Zhi, aren't your parents home?" he asked me once while we were playing PS. "They went to a wedding banquet," I replied casually, focused on the screen. He then strongly urged me to bring my PS console to our TV, because we had a huge LCD screen. He took a few bottles of beer from my fridge and made me drink one. As a child, I couldn't control myself, and the two of us made a complete mess of the house. When my parents came home and saw what had happened, they were furious. My mom pointed at my older brother and berated him mercilessly. "Auntie, Uncle, I was wrong, I know I was wrong," my older brother stammered, his face red. From then on, my older brother came to my house much less often, while I went to his house more frequently. My older brother bought a new handheld game console, but he never lent it to me. He said if I could find him a woman he could manipulate, he'd let me play it. "What do you mean by 'manipulate'?" "It means when she's drunk, or unconscious, hey, you little kid, where are you going? I'm just teasing you," my older brother said. I often thought about that handheld console, and also about how to find my older brother an unconscious woman, although I didn't know what use an unconscious woman would be to him. That day, the opportunity came, but this woman was… “Xiao Zhi, is that your name? I’m your mother’s classmate, please help your mother inside.” A woman reeking of alcohol helped my mother, who also reeked of alcohol. “Xiao Zhi, I won’t go in, please help your mother inside.” The aunt smiled at me and left in a flash. It seemed my mother had drunk too much at the class reunion, and my father had gone on a company trip, leaving me, the only sober person in the family. Looking at my mother, fast asleep on the sofa, my older brother’s words, “a drunk woman,” floated into my mind. When I knocked on the door of the older brother’s room next door and handed my mother to him, he was first surprised, then overjoyed. He practically threw the handheld console to me, telling me to go home and play. I got the handheld console I had longed for, forgetting about my mother, and happily went to play on my bed. But my older brother only gave me the handheld console with a little bit of battery left, not a charging cable. My older brother was careless; he hadn't closed the door properly, and I pushed it open and came in. The room reeked of alcohol, and there were deep, labored breathing sounds, like the sounds of someone exhausted from a run. The bed creaked and groaned, coming from my brother's bedroom. I went to his door and peeked at what was happening. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman naked, pinned down by a man. My own mother, naked, the naked body of a woman barely ten years old. Snow-white skin, beautiful long hair, a pair of breasts, a dark cleavage. I didn't know what they were doing, but I felt a growing heat within me. I didn't know what my brother was doing to my mother; I was terrified and didn't dare approach. My legs went weak, and I sat down on the floor. My brother's buttocks were moving back and forth between my mother's legs, his mature, dark male genitalia appearing and disappearing on her inner thighs. As a young child, I was astonished because the penis my brother used to urinate was very different from mine. Mine might be called a penis, but my older brother's looked like a thick sausage! Even after I went to university, the shock of seeing an adult male's genitals for the first time, and the scene of my biological mother being raped by a man other than my father, remained vivid in my memory. My penis was getting increasingly itchy, and I rubbed it with my hand inside my pants, but it didn't help at all. My heart felt like it was on fire, burning my brain and throat. I swallowed hard, and my hand unconsciously increased the speed of rubbing my penis. My older brother, like a raging bull, frantically thrust his big "meat stick" into my mother's dark hole. I remember that scene very clearly. My mother was naked at the time, and her breasts, which I loved to suck on when I was little, swayed back and forth with my older brother's thrusts. My mother's face, drunk, seemed even redder than before, and she occasionally let out some nasal sounds. My older brother even bent down, stuck out his saliva-covered tongue, pried open my mother's red lips, and sucked on them passionately, just like on TV. I was utterly shocked. I knew it was called "kissing," but when I accidentally saw my parents kissing, it was just a quick sip, nothing like my older brother sticking his tongue in. My older brother suddenly roared, gripping my mother's waist tightly with both hands, his buttocks shoving forcefully between her dark thighs. Thinking something was wrong, I jumped up, pushed open the door, and yelled, "Big brother, what's wrong?!" When he saw me, his eyes widened, and he let out another strange cry. I was so frightened I fell to the ground. Sitting there, I watched my older brother's head bobbing, his eyes fixed on me, his lower body still pressed tightly against my mother's abdomen. At the time, I didn't understand; now I do: I was witnessing a man other than my father transferring hundreds of millions of sperm into my mother's womb. My older brother's penis slowly left my mother's body. At that time, I didn't know what a glans was. I just felt that the tip of my older brother's penis was different from mine. It was a large, egg-sized, protruding, dark red thing. That dark red thing came out of my mother's opening and slowly closing vaginal opening, with a sticky thread of fluid still attached to the tip, like a candied banana in a restaurant.I remember glancing again at my mother's small, fleshy opening; layers of pink flesh were undulating, and a milky liquid seeped from the crevices. My older brother had lied to me, saying he was helping my mother sober up, otherwise her life would be in danger. Naively, I believed him. Seeing he'd fooled me, he chuckled and pulled several pairs of black stockings from a hidden compartment in the wardrobe. He told me they were medicinal stockings, for treating illness. I asked why there were white liquid stains on the black stockings, and he said that was the medicine. Of course, now I know that the stockings were probably covered in my brother's semen after masturbation. He picked out the stocking with the most semen stains and put it on my mother's legs. This was the first time I'd ever seen my mother wear black stockings. My older brother held my mother's small feet, bent her legs, and slowly pulled the stockings up to her buttocks. My mother's snow-white legs were gradually covered by black fabric, with only the calves and the base of her feet showing a hint of her natural skin color. I was too young then to notice anything special about it. Looking back now, I realize that the stockings accentuated my mother's best features. Her rounded hips, slender calves, and delicate feet were all beautifully displayed beneath the black stockings. What I remember most vividly is my mother's genitals. She wasn't wearing underwear, just stockings. The bulging pubic hair hinted at its mystery, and the pink vulva and the barely visible opening made me want to tear the stockings to see what was inside. After she was dressed, my older brother rummaged through a pile of shoeboxes and found a pair of white leather high heels with gold heels for her. At the time, I thought it was a very strange scene: my mother was completely naked from the waist up, her breasts exposed, yet she wore black stockings and high heels. After a while, I understood my older brother's intention. He bent down, his nimble tongue licking from my mother's toes all the way down to her buttocks, the stockings glistening with his saliva. He also kept rubbing my mother's nipples with his hands. Then, he directly tore the stockings at my mother's crotch, revealing her dark vulva, which looked incredibly tempting through the pubic hair. My older brother's penis, which had just gone limp, became erect again. This time, for the first time, I saw how a man other than my father inserted his penis into my mother's vagina: my older brother's egg-sized glans slowly parted my mother's delicate labia, forcing open the already closed vaginal opening. The vaginal opening, like a suction cup, instantly sucked the large glans into the dark hole, and my older brother then inserted his entire penis into my mother's vagina. My older brother brought my mother's two beautiful legs in black stockings together and placed them on his shoulders, wantonly licking my mother's legs with his tongue. My mother's vulva was stretched into a straight line by her legs being pressed together, with only the area where my older brother's penis was inserted being a round, fleshy opening. Her high heels swayed with each thrust, gleaming alluringly under the light, and large clumps of some unknown liquid clung to the torn parts of her black stockings. Soon, my older brother ejaculated a second time inside my mother. He told me not to tell anyone about this, because this treatment was very life-threatening; if everyone sought his help, he would die quickly, and I wouldn't be able to come over to play games or read comics with him anymore. I promised him, cleaned my mother thoroughly, and carried her home. Afterwards, my older brother graduated and moved to the city where he worked. Before he left, my father invited him to our house for a meal one last time. I remember my father saying to my older brother, "Don't blame your aunt for what happened last time. She was just angry. She's usually very kind, you know that." My older brother replied, "Uncle, I know. Aunt is a really good person. I won't be angry with her." My father didn't know that my mother's womb had already been filled with my older brother's semen. After my older brother graduated, my mother gave birth to her second child, and my father was overjoyed. I remember on the day of the child's 100-day celebration, my father, drunk, held my younger brother and ran to my older brother and his father, saying, "Look, I'm this old now, even with protection, I couldn't stop my offspring. My wife gave me my second big, healthy son."

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