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Incestuous Musings I think no nickname suits me better than "pervert .
" I started masturbating while I was still in my mother's womb. You might think this is just a fantasy, but it's not. If you're still developing in your womb and constantly being hit by a penis, and you're powerless to resist, then naturally, you'll only be able to vent your anger with your own penis.

After I was born, like all babies—the first thing I did after leaving my mother's body was to find a woman's nipple. I used this method to retaliate against my lustful father. I took what originally belonged to him. But he was helpless.

According to eyewitnesses at the time, "My birth only proved one thing—humans definitely evolved from apes, and this is vividly reflected in me. I have an astonishing amount of hair, densely covering my entire body, especially my head hair, which is black and thick, almost longer than my body. According to traditional Chinese beliefs, a man with long, shiny black hair is either a rogue or an artist. I was fortunate enough to possess these two 'elegant' titles.

Gradually, from age one to seven, my consciousness began to mature exponentially.

I began to deeply understand my family, and I discovered that compared to other families, ours was more like a family living in America. Although we lived in a poor mountain village, a sense of democracy and freedom always permeated our surroundings. This was manifested in the fact that regardless of gender, age, status, or social standing, people addressed each other freely.

For example, my grandmother called me 'Little...'" "You little bastard," my dad called my grandma "Old hag," and my mom called him "You thousand-times-cutter" during the day, but changed her name to "Beast" at night.

I always wondered why my mom called my dad that, since he didn't look anything like the animals we kept at home. Later, when I was woken up by the urge to pee a few times at night, I started to understand.

Several times in the morning, I was woken up by the urge to pee, and when I got out of bed to relieve myself, I heard strange noises coming from my parents' room. At first, I didn't pay attention, but after hearing it so many times, I became very curious. Finally, one day, I secretly lifted the curtain to see what they were doing.

After lifting the curtain, the first thing I saw was two naked bodies, covered in sweat.

However, their genitals were tightly connected. My mom was kneeling on the kang (a heated brick bed), her breasts swaying below her body. She kept muttering, "You old beast, aren't you done yet?" All you do all day is this, night and morning, I don't know where you get all that energy. Dad didn't say a word, just knelt behind her, his body still thrusting. He kept moaning.

I understood why Mom called Dad a beast, because the big spotted dog in the yard and the female dog at the east end of the village mated in the same position, quite similar to Dad's. And when they finished, some white stuff would flow onto the female's buttocks.

Later, when I experienced this, I understood that Dad's calf-like madness should belong to the description in that famous poem—"Heaven has endowed me with talents, which must be put to use; though a thousand 'essences' are scattered, they will return."

And so, I spent my childhood watching my parents' lovemaking. That year, Dad was 30 years old. He had his own offspring—that is, me, who would continue to own that legal land. This land had a nice landscape but wasn't very fertile. He worked tirelessly, day and night, year-round, regardless of time or place. But sowing far and wide inevitably yields a meager harvest. No matter how much my dad tried, he couldn't produce a younger sibling.

Finally, it was time for me to start elementary school. Since my family was relatively well-off in the village, my dad sent me to an elementary school in the county town. The village chief's son, Li Ming, went with me. That's his full name, but I never called him that, just like he never called me by my full name. He only called me "Monkey," simply because my fur was quite thick and resembled some legendary animal. I also called him "Ah Huang," because his fur was somewhat yellowish. Many dogs in the village also called him that.

He was someone I never won at marbles. Yet, this slow-witted fellow was actually more popular with the teachers in the county town than I was. I knew that someone like me, who only knew how to fight and lift girls' skirts all day, couldn't possibly be favored by the teachers. But I still couldn't stand that Ah Huang was more popular than me. He even joined the Young Pioneers before me. So I always thought that the bright red thing you wore around your neck was only useful for wiping your nose.

小兰是我第一个女性朋友，其实说朋友还不如说是我威胁的对象更恰当一些。

只因为她在班里是长的最可爱的一个，最起码我只这么认为的。按我们那个年代的审美标准，她这样有两个乌黑的大辫子，而且是大眼睛，双眼皮的ｍｍ基本上都可以说是天香国色了。所以我运用了我的拳头，强行的在老师分座位的时候和一个戴着眼镜，假装文质彬彬的狗屎换了一下。

我不知道这次换座位对于小兰来说是幸运还是不幸。虽然她从此不再受别的男生的骚扰。可是却一再不停的被我骚扰。我一直好奇晚上老爸老妈做的事情。

总想和小兰也试验一下。

再被小兰拒绝了第一万次以后，第一万零一次，我终于成功了。小兰把自己的裤子脱了下来。我仔细的看着她下面到底和我有什么不同。她没有发育的裸体对我而言并没有太大的吸引力。后来干脆把自己的也脱干净做详细的比较。比较了半天，除了她有洞而我没有之外，我看不出来还有什么区别。

我又强迫性的让她跪在我面前，从她后面学着老爸老妈的样子前后挺动。可是我没有那种看起来异样的感觉。就算是强迫着小兰学老妈那样骂我是畜生的时候也没有。不过在多年以后，我痛恨自己的发育缓慢。让我失去了在８岁时就破坏初男之身的壮举。

后来我逐渐的长大了，懂得的事情也多了一些。男女的事情也听村子里的七大姑、八大姨说了一些。明白这是一件很丢人的事情。虽然我对于这些说法很是反感，可为了我光辉的形象，我还是收敛了许多。

一直到小学毕业，我实在是念不下去了。我宁可对着我们家的大花狗自言自语也不愿意在对着班主任那张满是褶皱的老脸。在老爸的一顿皮鞭教育下，我依然没有屈服。也许我天生就是一个做共产党的料子。对于敌人，我一直是不屈不挠的。

老爸最后还是无可奈何了。也放任我在家里游手好闲起来。那时侯老爸已经有自己的小公司了。干脆把我们全家都搬到县城里。临走的时候，阿黄来送我，还显得有些依依不舍的样子。可是我知道他是惦记我的那堆五颜六色的玻璃球。

我要求他先把他的红领巾给我擤擤鼻涕。他虽然很反感，可还是答应。那是我这辈子擤鼻涕擤的最爽的一次。一直到我把鼻子全都擤红了才把红领巾还给他。

可是我的玻璃球最后还是没有给他。我把它全扔在水田里。让阿黄自己去一个一个的找。因为我知道那片水田里有很多蚂蟥。

到了县城以后，我又在家里闲逛了半年。这半年是我这一辈子最幸福的时光。

天天可以一直睡到中午，只凭这一点就让我觉得自己是全天底下顶级逍遥的小孩了。

其实我的生活还是很有规律的。最起码我自己是这么认为的。每天起床后，先随便拔几口饭，然后去外面院子和几个捡破烂的小孩聊天。碰见有对我们不礼貌的人。比我大的我就骂他一句然后闪人，比我小的，我就坚决一顿暴打绝不留情。所以我自我感觉我的身体还是得到很充分的锻炼的。这比那些花大价钱去什么狗屁健身房瞎练的傻ｘ要强很多。

只可惜我的逍遥生活并没有维持很久，老爸又一次开始逼迫我去上学。虽然这一次我反抗的更加剧烈。可是结果还是以我失败而告终了。原因很简单，我如果不去上学，那么我就必须要去老爸的小公司帮忙。相比之下，还是上学好一些，最起码在学校里都是和我年龄相符的人，我可以随意欺负，但在公司就不一样了，都是大人，可能我一个也打不过。这绝对是能让我郁闷死的一个地方。

我重新就读的一个学校只有几百个学生，而且据说是县城里最差的学校。没办法，老爸的能量有限，能让我继续读书已经快超出他的能力范围了，所以对于地方的选择就只能无可奈何了。

这所学校也算得是一个充满奇迹的学校了。在十年后本县上有点名气的流氓和妓女，几乎有一半是这所学校出产的。刚去的时候，我被分配在教室的最后一排，放眼望去面前，眼前除了黑压压的脑袋，就看不到别的东西了。所以我必须站着才勉强看得见黑板。其实，看不看得见黑板我倒不太在乎。因为哪个黑糊糊的东西对我根本没有任何吸引力。

I spent my elementary school years staring at everyone's heads. The fact that someone like me could successfully get into middle school truly made my semi-literate father beam with joy. Several times I wanted to tell him that everyone in our class went to middle school, even if my combined scores in four subjects weren't even four points. But seeing his happy face, I couldn't bring myself to dampen his enthusiasm. In that respect, I'm quite filial, aren't I?

After entering middle school, my height and build increased dramatically, like a balloon being inflated. With physical development, my thoughts began to stir. I slowly started to develop an interest in girls' bodies. However, I never did what I did to Xiaolan in elementary school. It wasn't that I didn't want to; it's just that none of the girls in my class were interested in me. Actually, every time I looked in the mirror, I felt I was quite handsome. Why couldn't I ever attract girls? This question remains unanswered to this day.

Unable to find the answer in girls, I turned my attention to my parents. Unfortunately, ever since the whole family moved to the county town, Dad seemed to be getting busier and busier, and Mom rarely cursed him as a beast anymore.

But my sexual desire didn't vanish because of their brief respite. On the contrary, it became even more intense.

Until one night, in the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom and found Mom wearing her pajamas. She wasn't particularly well-built, but she was dressed scantily, and I was in the throes of a sexually stimulating adolescence. But I can assure Chairman Mao that I never had any impure thoughts about Mom before. It was just that she was dressed too scantily, and that was beyond my control.

I remember some idiot pretending to be a philosopher once said that compared to beasts, men only have two qualities worthy of respect: intelligence and kindness. In that sense, I am a "beast," or to put it more bluntly, comparing myself to a beast is an insult to beasts.

Anyway, that night, I did everything a beast could do. Mom's frail body couldn't withstand my brutal invasion at all. But when I first inserted my penis, I embarrassingly ejaculated prematurely.

I don't know if I inherited this indomitable spirit from my dad or my mom. Anyway, my first premature ejaculation didn't stop me from trying a second time. Maybe this spirit is a tragedy for my mom. She was "beastly" taken by me again.

The second experience was perfect. Just like Lei Man said, every time you do the same thing, it has to be more perfect than the last. I perfectly possessed my mom again. I am such a bold and fucking shameless person that I was even calm when I ejaculated for the first time. I didn't even care about changing my underwear, letting the heat of my virginity dry it, and continued to wear it for a week before taking it off and throwing it in the washing machine.

When I inserted my penis into my mom's body for the second time, she had completely stopped resisting. When a prostitute takes a client for the first time, she will be shy, she will be hesitant, she will be sad. But when a prostitute does it a second time, nothing matters anymore. "A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water." That's a saying about prostitutes, and it's also about my mom.

The amount of semen I ejaculated during sex with my mom was enormous; I couldn't find a suitable word to describe it until I watched a movie called "Zhou XX" and it all became clear. In the movie's trendy language, it was like—"It was like a torrent of water, endless and unstoppable, like the Yellow River overflowing its banks."

After that experience, my relationship with my mom became casual. I no longer relied on her fingers to solve my personal needs. I could finally rely on my mom. I did the earliest human act with her anytime, anywhere. My technique was as skilled as an eighth-grade fitter.

At this point, walking around school, I saw all those clueless idiots and thought they were childish, just little kids. Of course, I had been promoted to the level of a gay man.

I don't know who said "extreme joy begets sorrow," but if I find out who said that, my first action will be to smash their balls.

It was a stormy night. To be honest, whenever I start with this sentence, I can't help but think of my composition classes. This opening line has become a classic in my essays. Unfortunately, our near-death old scholar never realized the brilliance of this sentence, a regret I'll carry for the rest of my life.

That night, Dad didn't come home as usual, and I, as usual, went to Mom's bed. After so many times of us being the ones who both oppressed and were oppressed, Mom was already used to my shamelessness. She naturally took off her clothes, and I naturally straddled her.

Doing things in the rain is fucking awesome. My dick had barely been inside Mom's hole a few times when I roared and ejaculated. I was extremely dissatisfied with my performance and planned to rest for a while before continuing.

But why did this damn weather have to be so loud? Mom and I didn't even hear Dad open the door. How can I describe Dad's expression when he saw us in bed?

Actually, women are most afraid of two types of men—the repressed pervert and the beastly type. The repressed pervert makes other men hate him, and the beastly type makes other women hate him. When a repressed pervert and a beastly type argue, the result is inevitable. But what if two beastly types meet? Well, to borrow an old saying—when two strong forces meet, the brave one wins.

That's what happened to Dad and me. In terms of bravery, he was no match for me. In the end, Dad protested my victory by disappearing without a trace.

I don't have much affection for Dad. Apart from the time he vented on Mom, he left me with no other deep impressions. However, without his financial support, our lives became quite difficult. This situation only eased after I truly became successful.

Even now, I'm still unmarried. Of course, I'm not lacking in women. I've maintained this abnormal relationship with my mother, and I don't know how it will end. But I'm already content with having started, aren't I?

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