A complicated life

A　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Life of Conflict
Word Count: 45340 　　　　　　　　　　　　Author
: smallboo
Published on: Spring in 　　the 　　Courtyard
**************** ... 　　My dad was a soldier, now retired. Before I was 15, he was always serving in the army . His unit was assigned to my hometown, near my maternal grandmother's house. During a training exercise, he saw my mom, who was plump and had a beautiful face, and fell in love at first sight. He pursued her, and my mom also liked him. So, they naturally got married, and then I was born. Shortly after I was born, my dad was reassigned back to Guangdong, where he enlisted, leaving my mom to raise me alone. 　　These are stories my mom often tells me, stories she knows. I've always thought my mom was very strong; raising me all by herself was amazing. 　　Before I was six, we barely survived on the allowance my dad sent back. My mom didn't have a stable job. 　　That night, my mom specially cooked a dish that my brother liked to eat. Then, she brought over some handmade items from my maternal grandmother's house. We always earned a living by selling various small gadgets to supplement our household expenses. Our family's situation was always very difficult. The second floor of our wooden house was converted into a one-bedroom, two-living room layout. My mom turned the smaller living room into a kitchen. Fortunately, the second floor had its own separate bathroom, so we didn't have to share one with the old man downstairs. 　　My mom... Instead of sending me to kindergarten, she took me everywhere to sell equipment. She had been a primary school teacher for a while, so she personally taught me to read and write. She was very strict when teaching me; sometimes she would even spank me hard when I was naughty. So, although I didn't go to school, my literacy was better than my peers. In my parents' eyes, my mother was always a steady, beautiful, gentle, and generous woman. 　　But when I was six, my mother realized she didn't have much left to teach me and had to find a way to raise money for me to go to school. So, my mother went to the fabric market... I bought a stall and started selling fabric. 　　The fabric market was mostly women, generally older. My mother was about 20 at the time, and I remember her figure was still quite good then. While she didn't have the slender figure of a young girl, her >40 C breasts were very perky for that age. My mother's buttocks were always full and perky, so the women in the fabric market mostly looked at her with envy and disgust, while the men's eyes gleamed. 　　My mother didn't have many social connections; the fabric stall she sold to was in a corner of the market. It was a very dark corner, next to a public outhouse; the situation was extremely bad. 　　My mother hoped to improve our lives with this place, but reality was cruel. It turned out that without good interpersonal relationships, it was difficult to survive in society. The surrounding female stall owners all considered my mother their sworn enemy and began to gang up on her, stealing every customer who passed by our stall. During that time , there was practically no joy in our lives. We had no income, and it seemed we were on the verge of collapse. My mother was helpless, only... Every night, she could sigh 　　deeply. A woman's jealousy is terrifying. The male vendors in the fabric market could only watch from afar , rarely wanting to become the enemy of these enraged women. But there was one man —I don't remember his full name, only that my mother called him Brother Qiang. 　　Brother Qiang was about 176 cm tall, quite sturdy, with dark skin; he looked like a reliable man. To be precise, Brother Qiang wasn't a vendor, or rather, he used to be one. He had a good reputation in the fabric market. Years ago, because his business was doing well, he opened a clothing store and also hired someone to manage his fabric stall. The fabric market was a familiar place, so even without his personal management, the stall did quite well, essentially his second source of income. He would occasionally come to check on it. 　　When Qiang first saw my mother, he was somewhat stunned. It wasn't until I started puberty that I realized what that look meant. 　　After recovering, he enthusiastically helped my mother with the stall's chores. My mother wasn't a teenager anymore and understood his intentions. So she avoided him at every turn, and if he wanted to help, she would decline if possible. 　　However, it's really inconvenient for a single woman to do many things, like moving goods. My mother used to grit her teeth and endure it herself, always ending up covered in injuries. When a strong man offered to help, my mother didn't want to refuse. Every time Qiang Ge helped, my mother would cook two good dishes and reward him with homemade rice wine. 　　"It only hurt at first, but it felt much better after it healed." This was perhaps my mother's way of maintaining distance. 　　Once, my mother was entertaining... The customer who had come looking for her was suddenly snatched away by a female stall owner from next door. Just then, Qiang, who happened to be visiting my mother, saw the situation and guessed what was going on. He personally went to serve the customer. The female stall owner was about to speak when he glared at her fiercely and forced her to return to her stall dejectedly. 　　That was my mother's first sale that day. My mother somewhat awkwardly accepted the money from Qiang. Qiang silently sat down in the chair opposite my mother and me. After a long silence, he asked my mother, " How long has this been going on?" 　　"Not long. It's nothing, I can manage." My mother stubbornly refused his help. 　　Hearing my mother's answer, Qiang said angrily, "You won't tell me? Do you think I can't find out? Are you going to refuse to help?" 　　My mother silently looked at the money in her hand, then at me, and finally, tears of grievance fell. That was probably the first time I had ever seen my mother cry.

When Qiang saw my mother's tears, he was stunned for a long time. "Don't worry, I'll help you solve this,
but you have to treat me to your best rice wine when the time comes."
"Qiang, I know you're a good person, and I know what you're thinking, but I have a husband and children. I
don't deserve your kindness. Really."
Qiang smiled and said, "Sister, I know, maybe we're not meant to be, but I just want to help you.
Qiang's method is very direct. First, he directly bought the two stalls next to my mother's stall and then sold them to me
..." She hummed softly, "Yes, it's very comfortable... but it's a real bargain!" My mother's stall was combined with another
stall
. Originally, the deal was that my mother would get 60% and he would get 40%, but my mother insisted on splitting the profits, and they eventually reached a 50/50 agreement. Then, Brother Qiang helped my mother contact his supply channels to ensure lower costs. Next, he took his regular customers
directly to Shanlingqiao and even had advertisements posted. Seeing this, the female stall owners who were vying for customers couldn't interfere anymore. "
I haven't properly thanked you yet, so come to my house for dinner tonight!" Brother Qiang looked up at my mother with a piercing gaze
. Meanwhile, the repairman was speeding up his thrusts, finally penetrating deeply into my mother's vagina. I
felt the heat of the past again, but he calmly agreed.
Brother Qiang was very happy that day, drinking glass after glass, constantly urging my mother to drink. My mother thought
she should thank Brother Qiang, so she didn't refuse. However, my mom's alcohol tolerance isn't very high. After drinking about half a pot
, her face was already quite red, and her eyes were blurry. Plus, she was wearing a loose dress,
so her bra was easily visible when she poured wine for Qiang. When my mom wasn't drunk, she remembered to cover herself, but once she got drunk, she
completely . So Qiang was stunned for a moment.
He suddenly said to my mom, "It's late, Xiao Bin should go to sleep, right? You're getting a little tired. I'm
a bit dizzy today, so I can't wash your face for you. You have to wash it yourself. Go to sleep first after you're done. I'll call your Uncle Qiang
before I go to sleep." "
But I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep without Mom hugging me."
Brother Qiang laughed heartily, "Xiao Bin is so lucky, he gets to hug his mom every night. Go on, your mom's going
drinking with Uncle Qiang tonight."
My mom scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the child!" Then she said to me, "Go on,
Mom will be going to sleep soon too."
After my dad came back, he was assigned to the police station and given a mediocre first-level police superintendent title. Otherwise...
I reluctantly agreed and went to brush my teeth. While brushing my teeth, I heard Uncle Qiang's
voice outside: "Little sister, you look so beautiful today."
"In my eyes, you're the most beautiful."
"..."
"Little sister, I liked you the moment I saw you."
"Brother Qiang, actually I like you too, but I have a husband, and I like my husband more. I know
what you're thinking, but I won't betray my husband."
"Your husband is hiding in Guangdong serving in the army, sending only a little money over every month. Does he know
how hard you're suffering here? You're still thinking about him?"
"...He's just serving in the army, he said he'd definitely come back."
"Hmph, all men are like that, trying to sweet-talk you."
"Aren't you a man too?"
"Brother Qiang, no... Brother Qiang..."
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went to the living room. When I got to the living room, I saw that my mother's nightgown was a little wrinkled,
as if it had been lifted up. My mother's face turned even redder. I don't know why, but both my mother and Brother Qiang looked
flustered.
"Go to sleep after you're done washing up. Your Uncle Qiang is leaving soon, I'll go keep you company right away."
Brother, I know you couldn't control yourself after drinking, I don't blame you. I need to sleep with my son, you go home first! "
Sister, are you so resistant to me?"
"I..."
"What do I lack compared to your husband, tell me. Aren't you going to thank me? Now I want you, you
can't refuse me."
I heard some sounds of clothes tearing and my mother's horrified words: "Brother Qiang, no... no,
(to be continued)
only this is not allowed... Brother Qiang, please, I beg you..." Then I heard my mother crying and
the sound of a bowl falling to the ground.
"Brother Qiang, please, I really beg you... Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, I have a husband, my child is still in Langlingqing,
please..." Suddenly, the crying stopped, and I heard a muffled groan: "Ah..." Then came the sound of a table creaking. "
Sister, really... I finally..." Brother Qiang's voice gradually faded, I couldn't hear it very clearly.
Was he really trying to find two girls to lose his virginity? "Tell me what you want, I'll find it for you." Hearing his tone, I relaxed a
little, my words coming out haltingly.
"Girl, your breasts are so big."
"Girl, your ass... feels so good."
A rustling sound.
"Girl, you lying like this... sticking up, it feels so good."
"Girl, you're so tight... so... good!"
"Girl, you actually want a man too, don't you? Look at you..."
"Girl, girl..."
"Ah... ah... don't talk, don't wake my son, be gentle, be gentle... ah..."
"Then I'll speak softly. Your son is next door... exciting!"
"No, ah... no, um... you... I... I... I... be gentle, be gentle... you're
too big, be gentle..."
"Be gentle? Then I'll be gentle, slower."
He went to find it for me and told me to wait outside.
"Hurry up what?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, you idiot."
"Girl, I just want to hear you say it, what do you want?"
"I can't hear you, it's too quiet. " "
I idiot, what if my son hears?"
"He's only six, what does he know? I want you to speak loudly."
"No, I don't want to."
"Then I won't move." Suddenly the creaking of the table stopped.
"You... I'm in so much pain, you idiot..."
"Will you talk or not?"
"I want you..."
"Mom, why is your grandma a little hard today?"
"Still too quiet."
"I want you to fuck me!!"
"Harder, harder...yes, just like that...harder, fuck me to death, I'm being fucked, ah...ah...
I sit there in a daze, sometimes I can hear sobbing in the night.
I was fucked by Brother Qiang, I cheated on my wife, I'm a slut, I want my son to hear me being fucked, ah...
so good, fuck me to death...I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
"Is mine big?"
"Big, so big...fuck me to death, I'm going to die..."
I masturbated, and after a while, I couldn't help but burst out, spraying onto the wall.
"Do you like big dicks fucking you?"
"Girl, I want to fuck you every day."
"Okay, harder...ah...ah...ah...harder...fuck me every day...fuck me...ah...
ah..." After my mother's long moan, the sound of the table stopped.
There was a rustling sound outside, then my mom said, "Brother Qiang, I...I'm sorry to my
husband , I shouldn't have done this...Go back, let's not see each other again, this is the only time, go away.
" "Brother, are you in a lot of pain? Or
should I kiss you again?"
"Sister, that's not what you just said!" "
You bastard, you bullied me. Go away, go now!"
"Sister, I..."
Then I heard the door close. Then I saw my mom come in, her clothes disheveled, revealing most of her breasts.
"Mom, why are your clothes torn?"
"It's nothing, I just tore them on the table. Go to sleep!"
"I want a hug." "
Is your penis already all wet?"
"Yes, Mom, hug me."
I felt my mom's body tremble: "It's okay, go to sleep!"
"Yes."
The next day, my mom went to the fabric stall and gave half of the money she earned to Brother Qiang, then left the stall.
For a long time, I didn't know what exactly happened that night. I was just confused as to why
my mother suddenly changed her stance and left the fabric stall. And, after that day, my mother never helped me again
, so we had more and more customers, business improved, and our lives gradually became less strained.
I started showering alone, often for a long time.
It wasn't until I secretly read adult books in middle school that I
learned my mother meant by those words she shouted. My mother's image in my mind became two
extremes: one promiscuous, the other dignified.
I somewhat hated Qiang Ge, hated that he changed my mother's image in my mind, but strangely, I didn't know how to hate him.
After all, Qiang Ge had given us the biggest help during our most difficult time. He had asked for it once; should I hate
him? Should my mother hate him? Perhaps, my mother didn't reject this man in her heart. A woman
being protected when she needed protection most—wasn't that what she most wanted?
From the day I first learned about masturbation, I often fantasized about having sex with my mother in my dreams. Later, after I learned about masturbation, I also often fantasized about having sex with her
. In reality, I knew that this was not ethical, but I would still look at my mother's big butt
and fantasize about her being fucked, and my penis would shamefully get hard again and again...
I think this was the first thing that formed the source of my complicated life.
(To be continued)
(2) Exploration - My Cousin's Story
After this incident, my mother seemed to be more careful and tried not to come into contact with men in her life. Fortunately,
my brother Qiang had helped me earn some money before, so I could consider doing other things.
About ten minutes later, Guang Ge came rushing out: "Hey kid, what brings you here? Mo..."
At that time, the home appliance industry was booming; televisions, air conditioners, and the like were all hot items. My mother decided to invest some
money and partner with my aunt to open a home appliance store. However, the two women didn't have much skill, didn't understand electrical appliances,
and certainly couldn't repair them. Although they were very careful with the goods they sourced, they still made mistakes sometimes because of misleading salespeople
. The wrong goods would just pile up in the warehouse.
Originally, the appliances had warranties, but my mother, not knowing anything, forgot to get the relevant warranty documents when purchasing the goods
, resulting in the store itself having to provide warranty service. To get the warranty... My mom and aunt had to hire another
repairman to fix the appliances, but they couldn't afford the high salary. In the end, they could only promise to let the repairman stay
at my aunt's house for free, while my aunt and mom lived together.
So, my mom and aunt slept together, and I
slept . I was almost 13 years old at the time, and my cousin was two years younger than me. We were very close,
often talking and chatting before bed, and then cuddling together. 　　Because my sexual thoughts at the time were only focused on mature women like my mom with big butts , I didn't have many thoughts when cuddling my cousin.
Perhaps because we were both only children, we were usually quite lonely, so having a playmate made us especially happy. 　　"Hobby, hobby... harder, ah... ah... ah... I'm a slut, I love being fucked by a big cock. 　　I'm 13 years old, and I've already started developing. I get morning erections every day. One night, I had just finished fucking my mom's big ass in my dream, and I was just about to have my second time when my cousin shook me awake. 　　"Brother, wake up, wake up! You peed and it's so wet." 　　As soon as I heard that, I woke up with a start. Oh no, I had a wet dream. " 　　"Brother, aren't you ashamed? You're so old and you still wet the bed." 　　I blushed, then started racking my brains for an explanation. Then, a thought struck me, and I said in a low voice, "Brother's sick, my little penis's sick. Do you remember how my little penis swells up every morning?" 　　My cousin opened her big eyes and thought for a moment, "Oh yeah, I was really wondering about that!" 　　"Yeah, only when I pee, like tonight, does it get better." 　　"Poor thing, why didn't you tell your mom and go to the hospital?" 　　"My mom works so hard, I didn't want to waste her time. Besides, can't I fix it myself? It's not a big deal anyway."

"So... when it swelled up, did it hurt?" Uh, my innocent, silly little sister.
"It hurt! My mom told me that if it hurts, a kiss will make it stop. Every time I bump my head, my
mom kisses my forehead."
After hearing my sister's words, an image of my mom kneeling naked on the ground kissing my penis suddenly flashed through my mind.
My memory started when she was six years older than me; before that, I was too young to notice anything special.
A moment later, my penis got hard again.
"Brother, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Sister, I can't care about that anymore, I want you."
"...Not comfortable... Never mind, let's go to sleep!"
"Brother, are you having another episode?" She said, putting her hand on my penis: "Oh! It's
so , it must hurt a lot."
I smiled bitterly, feeling my sister's soft, warm little hand, and my penis instantly swelled up again.
"Brother, let me kiss your little cock, then it won't hurt anymore."
Before I could refuse, she kissed my cock. Of course, it wasn't oral sex; she just gave it a simple
kiss . But when my cock felt her wet lips, I felt dizzy for a moment
, and my cock twitched involuntarily.
Suddenly, my head was throbbing with blood. I wanted to fuck her, fuck my cousin, like I was fucking my mom in my dreams.
So I used force to lay her flat and press her down on top of me.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you grabbing me like that? You're so heavy!"
"..." I suddenly became a little more sober, and at the same time realized something very important: I had no
idea how to fuck. I had only read porn, which said that women have vaginas and men have cocks, and that a cock going into a vagina
is fucking, but how exactly is it done?
I looked at my sister beneath me and suddenly really wanted to know what a woman's genitals looked like, but
how could I explain it? Should I just tell my sister, "I want to fuck you, let me see where your pussy is first?"
After hesitating for a long time, I silently went down.
"Brother, are you out of your mind?" Then she touched my penis again, but it was still as
hard as iron. There was nothing I could do to help her, so I just held her tightly.
I hesitated for a moment: "My condition doesn't help with close contact, it still hurts. It only gets better when it pokes a girl's
pee spot."
"Ah? That's so special, then brother, poke me!"
I hesitated again. This was my cousin, my aunt's daughter. My aunt was my mother's younger
sister . This was incest, I couldn't do that.
She was a girl who was only a little over 18, her breasts hadn't developed yet. " Brother
, hurry up!" Then she took off her underwear herself. I smelled a fishy, salty smell. The little girl... I trust that any man would be aroused by that smell, and I was no exception; I just felt like my head was bleeding again . 　　She was serving Ayahashi herself, it wasn't my business. So I rolled over and pinned her down, one hand on my penis, and started searching... but I really didn't know where the vagina was. 　　I poked around randomly, and my cousin cried out in pain, and I broke out in a sweat from the pain too. So I got up and knelt between her legs: "It seems I used the wrong method, it hurts even more." 　　My mom heard the part about the hot-blooded man, and an unnatural expression flashed across her face: "And then?" 　　"What should I do?" 　　"Let me take a look first. Stand your legs up." 　　My cousin obediently stood her legs up, opening them in an M shape. I bent down to look (I will describe it from a perspective I understand now, since I didn't understand anything at the time, and if I were to describe it according to my understanding at the time, you probably wouldn't understand either). My cousin's labia were very small, and they hadn't started to grow hair yet. At the time, I thought it was just a slit. I asked her, "Where do you pee?" 　　Then she put her hand to her urethra and said, "Here, you can poke here and that's where you pee. You're going to poke here, aren't you?" 　　"No, definitely not. If I poke you, it will hurt you, and it will hurt me too. Let me look again..." I pointed upwards with my finger, "Otherwise, you lose." "If I lose, you'll have to take care of all my tests and homework from now on." I touched a raised spot (now I know it's the clitoris): "What do you feel when I touch this?" 　　"It's a bit strange, it feels very comfortable." 　　Then I pressed hard, and she cried out, "Ouch! It hurts! No, no! It hurts even more than before!" That's it. So I looked down and found a clear opening, a very small hole. I wanted to look through it, but... 　　I remembered when my mother was being fucked, she kept saying "It feels good!" and "Harder!" So, this definitely wasn't... As soon as I touched it, my sister cried out, "No! It hurts! It hurts!" 　　At that time, I hadn't read many adult books, and there were none that described virgins, so I didn't know that a virgin's first time would hurt. So I concluded that it wasn't a vagina either, but there was no other special place. I collapsed next to my sister, my penis was a little soft, but I was young then and it didn't go completely soft. 　　"Brother, what's wrong?" 　　"I can't find that place." 　　"What should we do? Will you die?" The world of children is so innocent. 　　"It's okay, just like at the beginning, I'll be fine once I fall asleep." 　　"Oh, then go to sleep!" 　　"Okay." 　　So I decided to sleep, but my mind was full of questions and worries, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did. I kept tossing and turning . 　　In other aspects of daily life, she was always very gentle, and she would hold me while I slept every night. When I went to... 　　"Finally speaking, I thought you were so reserved, you're just a slut." 　　"Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?" 　　"Sigh, I can't sleep." 　　"Then, what should we do about your illness? Does it still hurt?" She touched my penis again, and my penis immediately became erect again. 　　I suddenly thought, what would it be like to masturbate with her little hand? Thinking about it, my penis became even more erect, and I urgently needed to release. 　　My mom looked at the clock and agreed, then said to me, "Xiaobin, go brush your teeth and get ready for bed!"

"I know another way to cure it, you hold my little penis first."
"Really?" She obediently held it: "It's so interesting, my little penis is throbbing, what should I
do next?" Feeling her warm little hand holding it, I felt my brain completely dizzy, and I said with difficulty: "You...you hold it and move it up and down." Penis. 　　I have to say, a woman's hand is much more comfortable than my own hand, although I still felt very good. At the same time, a complicated
thought appeared in my mind: my cousin is helping me masturbate, my own cousin is helping me masturbate, this is not incest, she is just helping me masturbate...the more I thought about it, the more , and I felt my penis become extremely hard in a short time. 　　I said to my cousin with difficulty: "You...move it up and down faster." 　　"I'm afraid it will hurt you." 　　I thought to myself, if you don't move it faster, it will hurt when it gets hard, but she still obediently sped up. 　　I don't know if it was because the near-incestuous idea was so stimulating, but she sped up, and soon I felt my penis was about to explode. Then I took a deep breath and ejaculated. 　　"Oh! It peed! Brother, you're almost done. Hehe!" My cousin laughed happily. 　　"Yeah, it's done. See, this method can cure it too." 　　"Why are you sweating, brother? Does it hurt a lot?" 　　"Huh? There's such a strange disease?" 　　"Hehe, yeah!" I said, wiping the semen clean with the edge of the blanket. 　　"Now you're done, let's go to sleep!" 　　I looked at my cousin and suddenly felt a sense of guilt. How could I have lied to my cousin to do this for me? I mentioned it, and my mom felt increasingly embarrassed. So one day, when she had a spare moment, she said to Qiang Ge, "Qiang Ge, you were really a beast this time." But then another thought popped into her head: it feels so good to have someone else help you masturbate, and you can even see the red nipples. She silently threw a pair of pants into the bucket of clean underwear. Do you know women can masturbate? Of course they can, as long as you make a penis out of your hand and put it in your vagina, isn't that masturbation? This was the first time in my life that I thought about women masturbating. 　　I suddenly remembered my mom taking showers. Could it be that my mom takes showers because she wants to masturbate? But why didn't ? Did she feel so good when Qiang Ge fucked her that she couldn't forget that feeling? Just like I was thinking about fucking her big ass and masturbating, was she also thinking about Qiang Ge fucking her and masturbating? 　　This was the first time I realized that women... Once you've been fucked to your heart's content, it's hard to forget that feeling, even if you've been raped experience pleasure, you might feel ethically resentful and refuse, but physically, it's hard to forget. So, if Qiang Ge hadn't been so forceful that night, maybe my mom really would have let him fuck her every day. 　　I started to see Qiang Ge holding my mom's big ass and fucking her hard again in my mind, and I started to hear my mom's lewd words again: "Harder, fuck me to death, I'm a slut, I love big dicks fucking me, I'll let you fuck me every day..." The images in my mind started to blur, and gradually, the person standing behind my mom's big ass became myself. I was fucking my mother hard again and again. The thrill of incest, my mom's big ass, my mom's lewd words, were wildly stimulating me, and my dick immediately became hard again. 　　I turned to look at my cousin beside me. I forgot everything—her identity, our relationship, her being a minor. I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her hard, I wanted to make her scream, scream like my mother. So I rolled over and pinned my cousin down, starting to thrust wildly between her legs. It was unique; it still hurt, but the pain couldn't compare to the pleasure of my penis. 　　My cousin woke up, somewhat horrified: "Brother, what's wrong? What's wrong with you? It hurts so much, brother." 　　Hearing her voice, I became a little more sober. If she was in pain, what was the point of my release like this? I remembered when I first touched her bulge, she said it felt good, so I decided to have her masturbate me again; I wanted to make her feel good too. 　　So I rolled over again: "Brother's acting up again, dear cousin, please treat me again!" 　　"Ah, treat me again? My hands are so sore!" 　　"Brother will make you feel better." 　　"How will you make me feel better?" 　　"Like this." I gently pressed my hand on her protrusion and slowly massaged it. 　　"I'm not lying? The first time it was half-hearted, but every time after that we were naked, you could see my... 　　Then she gripped my penis and started stroking it up and down quickly, while I gently, slowly, touched her clitoris. She gradually made some casual 'hmm... ah...' sounds, and I remained immersed in my earlier fantasies. We continued like this for about ten minutes until I finally couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated. 　　'Brother, you're rubbing me so well, I've never felt this way before, it feels like there's some kind of urge inside me, but I can't quite put my finger on it.' ' 　　Then don't think about it.' After two intense ejaculations, I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep." 　　"Not calling? Not calling? Still pretending? Your cunt's juices are already all over my legs, aren't you? 　　" The next day, I quietly told my cousin, "Don't tell your mom and my mom what happened in bed last night!" She blinked her eyes and said, "Okay, I know." 　　From that day on, my cousin and I would do it every night, sometimes once, sometimes twice . It was something from back then, but I always remembered that our relationship was always very good, although I didn't know if she had really forgotten 　　, saying, "What nonsense, we're all old, we have kids, and we have belly fat." 　　And those days didn't last long . Because my uncle came back, my aunt's family could no longer live with us . However, the problem with the repairman couldn't be solved either. He refused to leave my aunt's house, leaving my uncle homeless and forced to go back to his mother's house, where he was constantly ridiculed. 　　My mother realized this couldn't continue, and my aunt was too afraid to contact the repairman. So, my mother went to my aunt's house alone to talk to the repairman. Unexpectedly, after that visit, the repairman voluntarily moved out , and his wages weren't increased. 　　Meanwhile, another rumor circulated that for a long time, my mother went to repair shops in the afternoons while I was at school.

I stayed at Master Li's place for a while, then left. I didn't verify this rumor, probably because I
already guessed its truth and was unwilling to admit it. I was unwilling to admit that my mother would let that old and ugly man have sex with me
as a wage.
Later, I secretly went to a small cinema to watch porn, and finally learned where the vagina was, and also learned that sex
could not only be done with the vagina, but also with the mouth, the anus, and various other
methods .
My cousin's small, bloody hole became a memory for me for a lifetime. It was the
first missed. The days when my cousin helped me masturbate became the deepest gloom in my heart,
a gloom I refused to admit.
(3) Peeping - The real mature body
The days of running the shop lasted for a long time, until I was 14 years old, in the second year of junior high school, which was
when my father was about to come back. My mother was busy every day, but suddenly she sighed every day. I don't know if it
was because of that rumor, but she was definitely getting angrier and angrier. Sometimes I would see her
hurriedly cook for me to eat at home, and then take my dad's food without eating anything herself.
After about a week, my mom decided to withdraw from the partnership and close the appliance store. When she
told my aunt, not only was my aunt very surprised, but the repairman also seemed hesitant.
That noon, I overheard the repairman and my mom talking through the back door of the appliance store.
"Why did you suddenly quit?" the repairman asked.
"I have a husband, I can't do that with you anymore."
"Don't you like it? You always moan so loudly, as if you want everyone to hear."
I was furious. That thought I denied was still real. And... and my mom still considered
it a pleasure! No wonder she became more and more hydrated during that time, she was being fucked! But then I
thought, if she didn't do that, how could my aunt keep the shop running? Without the shop, how would
we a living? Since it was a last resort, why not turn suffering into enjoyment?
That's how I witnessed my mother being fucked to orgasm for the first time. At that moment, I didn't know how to describe myself
. Their conversation continued.
"I was...sigh! Anyway, I can't do that anymore." My mother's tone was helpless.
"If you don't want to work anymore, what about my salary? Who will pay it? You pay such a low salary, how can I be satisfied without some
extra fees?"
I don't want to tell anyone. Don't kick you out, I would have already done it.
I was shocked. So my aunt had also been fucked. This ugly old man actually had such great ability to lead my
aunt , and even make her reluctant to leave him? I had to re-evaluate this old man.
"You two sisters are both top-notch, but I still prefer you. You're more slutty, and
it's more enjoyable ."
"You're talking nonsense!"
I was wearing a loose sleeveless top, but I was in such a hurry that I forgot my coat, so I was just wearing that sleeveless top now.
"..."
"I know your husband isn't here. It's been ten years. How can a young woman like you, who has enjoyed the pleasure of fucking,
stand being lonely?"
"..."
"Just admit it, you like being fucked by me."
"...Sigh!" My mother sighed deeply: "I admit you're very good, I admit I
enjoy being fucked by you, but now my husband is coming back, and I can't continue with you. I know you have
a wife , although she's in the countryside, it's still wrong for you to do this."
"That old woman doesn't have your kind of charm. Just thinking about how slutty you are in bed makes me unable to resist. Okay,
I promise you, I won't look for you anymore, but you have to let me fuck you one more time."
"No!"
A creaking sound followed, along with my mother's intermittent groans.
"Fine, I'll tell your husband how you pay my wages when he gets back."
"You...you bastard!"
"What you're doing, you should think it through yourself."
After a moment of silence, my mother sighed deeply again: "Sigh! You're really my jinx." Her words
were tinged with reproach.
I was so angry I almost pinched my hand purple. This bastard, he's inhuman, using this to pressure my mother.
"Hehe, I'm going to fuck you right here, in this place you asked me to come."
"Here? How can I do this here? No, let's go to your house!"
"No, no, no..."
Then I heard a hand slapping against the wall.
Here? I thought, how can we do it if there's no place to lie down? My curiosity exploded instantly. I remembered that there was
a window on the second floor of the arcade that overlooked the corridor below. I quietly climbed up, opened the window, and looked down . What I
saw instantly made my eyes turn red, and my penis exploded, as if it was about to ejaculate in the next second.
I saw my mother completely naked, her hands on the wall, her big ass sticking up, and
the ugly old man had taken off his pants, revealing his huge penis, preparing to fuck my mother's pussy. Because of the distance, I
... At that time, I didn't have the ability to protect my mother, but now, I could still see some of
the pussy that I couldn't quite make out, only a 20-inch thick penis pointing at my mother's ass. And this
scene This scene, which had only existed in my imagination, was now vividly unfolding before me, and I felt
a wave of dizziness.
I struggled to calm myself down, forgetting all my anger and ethical concerns. This was
the best , featuring the best actress in my mind.
I carefully observed my mother's body again. Her buttocks were snow-white, a stark contrast
to . Her waist, though not particularly thin, had the perfect proportion to her buttocks. Her back skin
looked just like the actresses in porn—snow-white and delicate. This body was deeply imprinted in my mind;
even if I saw many naked people in the future, I would never forget this scene.
The old man slapped my mother's buttocks with his penis: "Bend higher, you slut." My mother obediently placed her buttocks
in his large, white ass and began thrusting.
"After so many times, your pussy is still so tight. I can't believe you've given birth."
"..."
"You slut, tell me you're a slut, aren't you? You're already this wet just by sticking your ass out."
"..."
"Not talking? I'll teach you to be silent."
I saw the ugly old man thrusting forward forcefully, each thrust almost causing my mother to lose her balance, her chest pressed against the wall.
"Easy, easy... Yes, I'm a slut, I'm a slut who needs to be fucked. Ah... Ah... Easy."
"Yes, I am. Ah... Ah... Fuck me harder, harder, my slutty cunt is so hot, fuck me harder.
Ah... Ah..."
"You slut, you need to be fucked, I'll fuck you to death!" The ugly old man held my mother's waist with one hand, and bent
forward with the other to rub her breasts: "Your sister's breasts feel good to touch too, but I think yours are better."
"You pervert, ah... You're not satisfied with fucking me, you want to fuck my sister too. Ah... Ah..."
The ugly old man forgot about that lewd mother.
"What? You won't let me fuck you? If you won't let me fuck you, then I won't fuck you at all." He slowed down
a little .
"Ah...no, no, faster, fuck me harder...ah...ah...I'll let you fuck my sister...ah...
ah..."
"Then can I fuck your mother?"
"You...you don't...don't dig too deep, my mother...can't be fucked..."
"Is that so? Okay, then I won't fuck you." So he slowed down again.
"No, no, hurry up." My mother suddenly cried, "I'll let you fuck me, you can fuck whoever you want."
She muttered to herself, "I'm a slut, I'm cheap, I'll let others fuck all the women in my family.
I'm cheap, I'm cheap, ah... ah... ah..." My mother's voice rose higher and higher as she spoke, ending with
a long moan. My mother's legs went weak, and her face pressed against the wall. The floor between her legs was covered with patches of her own fluids
. My mother fantasized about her shouting, "I'm a slut, I want you to fuck me every day," and finally ejaculated once and
again. For the next week, I practiced pen spinning like a madman, day after day. I wandered around, wandered at night, and
got wet walking around.
My own state of mind. This is my mother, the steady and gentle mother in my eyes. Qiang Ge was forced that time,
but at least Qiang Ge helped our family. And this ugly old man? Is Zhang Yi, the patcher, the only one in the world?
Can't you find anyone else? Or are you saying, Mom, that you've become so corrupt that you'll accept anything as long as you can have sex with someone who makes you feel good?
I can't understand. Although my thoughts are endlessly chaotic, my penis is currently unable to control itself from throbbing
and moaning, and saliva is flowing out. It
's swollen, and I can't help but take it out. Looking at this lewd scene below, I started masturbating.
"Damn, you came so quickly, you're so slutty!" The ugly old man grabbed my mom's waist and pulled her back, making me
and my mom hate each other. Was it because she couldn't accept it, or was she afraid that she would eventually be unable to suppress her desire? I don't know.
Mom straightened up again, and he continued to fuck her. After a while, my mom started to moan rhythmically again.
"Are you not going to do it anymore? Are you willing to give up my dick?"
"I can't, ah...I can't, ah...ah...I love your big dick, ah...I miss you...
No, I want to stay here."
Fuck me every day...ah...ah...ah..."
Guang Ge looked panicked: "Who would dare to hit a policeman? Especially your dad."
"Damn, you're so fucking slutty, you could go out and sell yourself. I'll help you contact someone tomorrow, and you can just lie at home
...ah...no, ah...I'm not that lewd, ah...I'll let you fuck me because you have a big dick,
ah...harder, I'm going to die..."
"Then I'll find you a bunch of big dicks to take turns fucking you, okay?" He slapped my mom's white buttocks
, leaving a red welt immediately.
"Ah...ah...okay, okay, let you fuck me, take turns fucking me, take turns fucking this slutty cunt! I'm going to die!
I'm going to die..."
"Then shout louder, the neighborhood is right next to the street, any guy on the street has a big dick, shout
louder and let them fuck you."
"..." My mom stopped talking, just kept moaning.
This ugly old man actually wanted my mom to be a prostitute, damn it! But then a bunch of men with big dicks appeared in my mind.
Suddenly the table creaked loudly.
The scene of people surrounding my mom and fucking her made my dick continue to swell. This feeling of despair, jealousy, and humiliation
suddenly stimulated me, and I almost ejaculated. I quickly stopped. The old man below hadn't ejaculated,
how could I? I stopped and continued to watch.
Are you imagining a bunch of big dicks in front of you? Are you imagining a bunch of people lining up to
fuck ? You public bus slut, I'll teach you to scream!" The ugly old man suddenly started thrusting wildly.
My mom was obviously unable to resist: "Slow down, slow down, I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'll scream..."
"Yes, Hei Zi was a soldier, a man of blood and guts. How could he tolerate someone harassing his wife? So
he started yelling in his normal voice, 'There's a bitch here waiting for a big-dicked man to fuck her, come on! Come on!
Fuck me to death!'
'Too quiet.'
My mom hesitated for a moment, then raised her voice and yelled again.
From the second floor, I saw a man on the neighboring street grinning at this side of the wall. I didn't know
what they were thinking, but I knew my mom must have imagined there was a man outside, and she must have imagined
what that man wanted to do to her.
Suddenly, she trembled all over, and large amounts of water leaked between her legs.
Sometimes I would read a book, sometimes I would watch TV, while my parents always snuggled on the sofa, saying,
'Damn, I actually peed from being fucked, this last time was really worth it!' The ugly old man suddenly..." He burst into laughter, thrusting
even harder.
My mother, already unable to stand, was pressed against the wall, her face flushed. I was slightly
above and to the side, and I could see her expression. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth mechanically uttering, "Ah,
that's the look, that's the look." I felt as if I were seeing her at age six, hearing Qiang-ge having sex with her outside the door
. This was my mother, the mother who had reached the pinnacle of her virtue before me, now succumbing to lust,
her ass raised as she was being fucked, like a bitch being manipulated. The large puddle between her legs was a
mark of past fucking, a mark of being fucked to the point of madness.
Thinking of all this, seeing all this, I couldn't hold back any longer. My right hand gripped my penis again, wildly clenching
it as if I could see thick white semen rapidly filling my mother's vagina, every corner overflowing, seeping
out little by little.
My mother screamed, finally collapsing to her knees. The ugly old man pulled out his limp penis and shoved it into
my mother's mouth: "One last time, give me a good cleaning." My mother, dazed, let him
move it around .
"Damn, that felt so good. You used to never let me do it to your mouth, but this last time is perfect." The ugly old man pulled up his pants, turned around and left, saying
, "Brother, what's wrong? Hurry up!"
He walked a few steps, then suddenly remembered, "This is
the last time today, but that doesn't mean there won't be any more. Hahaha!" Then he strode away.
My mother came to her senses, looked at his retreating figure, and started to cry. At this moment, I was also stunned, thinking about
everything that had just happened, as if it all still wasn't real.
My mother silently put on the skirt she was wearing when she came in, put on her underwear, and I saw her dark red nipples and her jade-
like white buttocks, slowly... She was hidden beneath her clothes. And she, once again, became the composed and
beautiful The water stains on the floor would probably dry in a while, but the image of my mother's lewdness
could never be concealed in
my
mind didn't want to do. She is my mother, and I absolutely cannot tolerate her being coerced by such a person.
I believe that if it hadn't started, things wouldn't have escalated to this point, and my mother
wouldn't have become so lewd, so unlike the person I usually saw.
"Brother, are you suffering a lot? I'll help you cure it." Then she carefully stroked my penis up and down.
"It's all that ugly old man's fault, that's right. As long as he's gone, everything will be back to normal."
I murmured.
After making up my mind, I found my buddy Mao and asked him to find some people to go find that ugly
old man . When we found him, he was still at home. After we barged in, I looked around the house. This tiny
room, this ugly man had fucked my mother a hundred times, two hundred times, or even more in this house? I don't
know . I looked at the sofa, the bed, the teacup, and it seemed that in every place I could
see my mother being fucked, see her lewd state with her juices flowing everywhere, as if this room was always
echoing with my mother's moans.
I... ah... ah..."
I just felt my head... I was about to explode. My rage had reached its peak, and so had my desire.
In that state of mind, I saw the ugly old man staring at me in horror, clutching his head. I immediately felt utterly
disgusted , and my extremely repressed emotions seemed to find a breaking point.
I had lived here for ten years, and I wasn't very educated. Although I had received some help from benefactors along the way, thinking about it...
I, Da Mao, grabbed a wooden stick and hit him on the head, knocking him backward to the ground. Then
I stomped hard on his penis. One stomp, two stomps, three stomps... Just as the fourth stomp was about to land, a
panicked Mao and the others pulled me away: "Don't do that, something bad will happen."
I struggled free: "From now on, stay away from the Zhou sisters. If I find out you're bothering them again, you won't need this
extra leg anymore." After saying that, I stormed out the door. In that place, I didn't even have a minute more... I can't stay here any longer
. I don't know what my state of mind is, but I just think I can't handle that kind of mental
pressure .
This matter is over, forget it. That ugly old man obviously didn't contact my mother again, but I don't know if his
ego has gotten even higher.
Whether he contacted my aunt or not, I no longer care.
Once, I thought about it, what would have happened to my mother if I hadn't gone to that repairman?
I really can't predict the future. Maybe, in terms of desire, if I had gone down that path, I would have gone all the way,
and one day I would have had the chance to personally experience what it feels like to have sex with my mother.
However, I didn't choose that path; I chose another path that normal people would take. Was my choice
right or wrong? This question is like asking, do you want to have sex with your mother or not? There's no answer, a agonizing
question.
Since I've already made my choice, I won't turn back. Since I won't... If you can turn back, then forget it! Forget about that.
The money my mom earned from the appliance store was used to open a restaurant, and she took me to live there. She finally returned
to a normal life. But I don't know if, before my dad comes back, another repairman will appear
, and if my mom will become that lewd person again. I realize I've changed; I've become somewhat disgusted.
Although I want to forget, whenever I see my mother, see her big buttocks, I can't help but
think of that lewd mother, that puddle of water, that repairman. It's imprinted
deep in my soul.
The scene in my fantasy, the person fucking my mom from behind, it's either Brother Qiang, or me, or...
"Okay, I'm going to sleep now." Then I went into the bedroom, and after closing the door, I heard my mom say, "Ugly
old man Qiang," while my mom kept moaning lewdly.
"I'm afraid you're asking for too much. Don't think I don't know you've already slept with my sister. My sister is struggling
financially, so to save money, my mom rented the second-floor attic of an old man's wooden house as our place to live.
(4) Behind the happiness - Dad is back
. When I was 15, my dad finally came back. I don't have many memories of my dad,
but I remember those summer nights when my mom and I went to see him. He would hold me in one arm and coax me to sleep, while chasing away
mosquitoes with the other. My
dad is a resolute soldier with all the qualities of a model soldier. He is very tolerant of me. Although
he would kick me when I made a big mistake, he is very kind to me most of the time. 　　After my dad came back, my family gradually became complete, but I always had a sense of guilt in my heart, which I couldn't help but feel." After saying this, Qiang Ge left. What would he do if he knew how my mom lived and how I grew up?

Could this family still hold together? I dared not imagine. I could only pretend that nothing had happened, that everything started
anew the day my father returned.
However, all the crises were merely hidden beneath the surface of peace.
He had a recommendation letter from the military, so he was only allowed to become a low-ranking policeman. Furthermore, given his position as a company commander,
everyone in the police station, except for the chief and deputy chief, gave him face. Our lives gradually became more stable.
The police station allocated my father an apartment, a small two-bedroom unit. Although the rooms weren't large, it was better than a wooden house that provided
shelter from the wind and rain; we no longer had to carry basins and pots to fetch water whenever it rained. My mother and I had lived through such a frugal life, and we
were still very content with our current life. Thanks to my father's connections, the restaurant my mother ran was doing increasingly well
. My mother was already 37; although her figure hadn't changed, it had become slightly looser, with
fine lines , showing the marks of time, and her smiles became more frequent. My dad was always cheerful,
with a relaxed job, and sometimes he would help out at my mom's shop.
My parents had an unwritten rule: they would always have dinner with me in the evenings. My
mom, who owned a restaurant, would naturally show off her culinary skills at this time, so my dad and I ate exceptionally delicious home-cooked meals every day. After dinner,
my mom knew in her heart that everything was thanks to Qiang Ge's help, but he never mentioned it. The less they
laughed and joked, the more I would wake up in the middle of the night and hear the creaking of the bed and my mom's suppressed
moans . I thought, this is probably the happiness of ordinary life!
But these days didn't last long.
"Isn't it right to refuse my help at a time like this?" "Tell me, how do you solve this yourself? Have you thought about your child?"
About six months later, on a Monday, my mom and I were serving customers at the restaurant when my dad
's colleague, Uncle Hui, rushed over to tell us that my dad had gotten into trouble while handling a case of a group fight
. My mother's expression changed immediately upon hearing this. After a brief explanation, she rushed me to the hospital.
My father lay weakly on the hospital bed, his head and left leg wrapped in thick bandages. Tears
welled up . "What happened to him?" my mother asked Hui Ge, sobbing.
"Sigh, this wasn't originally a case he was in charge of, but he insisted on getting involved. One of the people involved in the brawl
was the nephew of the head of the North City Police Station. He used his connections to harass Hei Zi's wife from the fabric market. You
know right?"
My mother recalled that there seemed to be a Hei Zi who had returned here at the same time as my father after being discharged from the army
. They had even eaten together a couple of times when he first came back. Hei Zi's wife was a very beautiful young woman, famous in the fabric market,
known as "Fabric Beauty."
"Yeah, I remember, Hei Zi was one of the guys who came back from military service with my husband."
He smashed the bastard's head with the stool, and the bastard remembered him. When he left, he even told him to wait, saying,
"If Hei Zi had run away, it would have been fine, but he thought everyone in the fabric market was his brother,
so he waited there. Unexpectedly, two hours later, that bastard
returned to the fabric market with twenty thugs, carrying sticks. The people in the fabric market were all timid and cowardly..." He hid, so
more than twenty people rushed up and surrounded Hei Zi, beating him. Hei Zi, relying on his strength, managed to take down two or three, but
there were too many of them, and he could only take the beating.
Hei Zi's wife, seeing that Hei Zi was in trouble, thought of Yuan (my dad), who
worked at the police station and might be able to help. So she called Yuan. Upon hearing the news, Yuan, without saying a word, grabbed his baton and went out. Luckily, he was wearing
a police uniform, and the group of panicked people stopped when they saw the police arrive. Only the station chief's nephew, relying on his... He targeted
Yuan, breaking his head and fracturing his leg. Later, probably realizing he'd gotten himself into serious trouble, he fled.
Hei Zi's wife, crying, called an ambulance and took both of them to the hospital. They were barely saved, and Yuan had just
fallen asleep. " Just
as I finished speaking, Hei Zi's wife came in. Seeing my mother, she cried and apologized, 'Sister Yun, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have asked Yuan to help. I've hurt him, I'm so sorry. But I really had no other choice, I'm so sorry…'" After
sending Hei Zi away… After saying that, my mother sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding my father's hand. She remained silent for a long time, then said to me, "
I'm sorry..." She almost knelt down as she cried.
Seeing this, my mother could only help Hei Zi's wife up: "It's alright, it's not your fault. That's just his
personality If you ask him not to cooperate, he won't listen. Sister, don't cry, go keep Hei Zi company!"
She said, "Xiao Bin, you go back first. Mom will stay with your father for a while, and then I'll cook for you when I get back." She then turned back
to stare blankly at my father.
"Mom, don't be so sad. Dad is a good person."
"..."
"Mom, can I stay here with you and keep Dad company?"
"No need, you go back first. You have school tomorrow. You're in your final year of junior high, and you'll be entering a higher grade next year
. Your studies are important. Your father isn't in danger anymore, there's no point in you staying here. Go back first!"
"But..."
"There's no 'but.' You still have to review English today, go quickly!"
"Fine!" I turned around dejectedly to leave, but when I looked back, I saw Uncle Hui staring at my mom with wide eyes
. When he saw me looking at him, he looked away somewhat awkwardly, then said to my mom, "
Little sister , if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I'm still working!" He then turned and left.
I turned back and looked in the direction he had been looking. It turned out my mom was wearing a loose-fitting jacket,
and from the side, her bra was completely visible. What was even more shocking was that
she was wearing a half-cup bra, with half her breast exposed, and I could vaguely see her
dark red nipples. It was... Uncle Hui was staring intently at the lamplight, and so was I; my penis immediately became erect
.
My mother, seeing I hadn't left, was a little angry: "Why aren't you home yet? Why are you being disobedient again?" It seemed she
still hadn't realized she'd exposed herself.
I was reluctant to leave the spring scenery before the lamplight, but I didn't want my mother to discover I was spying on her, so I quickly
turned away. Before leaving the room, I looked back and saw my father lying on the bed. The father who always
appeared was now lying so weakly on the hospital bed, and my face darkened.
That son of a bitch, I need him to pay! I thought about finding Mao, but Mao was just a little tyrant at school.
Once he leaves school, he's just a kid. He's good at disciplining people in ordinary times, but in this situation, he's probably
powerless . Besides, I don't want to drag him into my family's affairs.
So I thought of someone else—Guang Ge.
Guang Ge is the son of one of the three most powerful gang leaders in our area (I don't know his exact name because
he's well-known in the small town and often gets support.
I'm not involved in that kind of thing). His father built his territory through fighting, but he wanted his
son to learn more about management so he could take over his position, so he used all sorts of methods to make Guang Ge
more effective. He himself didn't care. In his words, "Even if he doesn't become a respectable person in the future,
at least he'll know what it's like to be respectable."
Speaking of which, it's kind of fate that Guang Ge and I met, and it was also quite naive.
We happened to be in the same class in junior high school. At that time, teachers usually paired a good student with
a poor student, so they put him behind me.
At first, he looked down on me quite a bit. Of course, he looked down on all so-called top students,
thinking they only knew how to hold books and that such people might not be as useful as him in the future. Later, he discovered I
was different from the top students he imagined. I didn't have the affectation of typical top students, nor the disdain
(to be continued)
and condescending attitude they showed towards struggling students. On the contrary, I got along well with all the average and struggling students in the class, except for those I disliked .
Then came some intermittent sounds, the conversation ceasing completely. 　　One day in class, he quietly said to me, "Hey, I'll make a bet with you. If you beat me, I'll protect you from now on. And I don't think someone like you can possibly win." 　　I was initially hesitant, but these words immediately provoked me: "Okay, go ahead." 　　"You...you hate me, I'm in so much pain, hurry up..." 　　"Do you know how to spin a pen?" 　　"Spin a pen? Yes." To be honest, at that time, really no one in our class knew how to spin a pen, and my fingers were a bit stiff, so I felt a little intimidated when he mentioned it. "I want..." My mother's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible. [The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment: " rice wine. 　　"] 　　"I'll bet you, if you can learn to spin a pen faster than me in a week, you win." 　　He looked at me with a smug expression. I thought the bet wasn't too big, and seeing his displeasure , I agreed. I spun it, even in bed. He was quite surprised to see me like this. 　　The day before the bet ended, he said to me, "Hey, Bin, even if you lose tomorrow, I won't consider it a loss." 　　"Who wins and who loses is still uncertain!" 　　I was surprised that my mother was so obedient. Before I could think further, I heard a "plop" sound, and his big penis slid in . In the end, 　　I actually won. Although my fingers were stiff, I had developed a habit, and fortunately, the pen spinning I knew was n't a small margin in the end. 　　Guang readily admitted defeat: "A bet's a bet, from now on you're my partner." 　　And just like that, Guang and I became partners. Later, because we shared similar interests, our relationship grew even stronger . However, unexpectedly, in the third year of junior high, his father finally realized that Guang and he were cut from the same cloth , so he made him drop out of school and took 16-year-old Guang with him, letting him slowly and gradually get involved in his "business." After that, we lost contact. 　　I wasn't sure if Guang would still remember me, but to get my revenge, I decided to give it a try. 　　When I first arrived, I didn't know how to find him, so I asked the receptionist. When the receptionist heard that I was looking for Guang , his eyes changed slightly, as if he thought I couldn't possibly be someone who had any connection with Guang, and he seemed somewhat disbelieving. Fortunately , his tone was still the same; Guang hadn't changed, so I started chatting with him. 　　"Damn it, do I need you to find girls? I can just call out and a whole bunch of girls will swarm over for me to choose from." 　　"Uh, you're just bragging! If that were true, would you still be single?" My cousin became increasingly clingy, and our relationship grew closer. Many years later, she had forgotten all about it. 　　"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I've come to you because I want your help." " 　　What kind of help? Who bullied you? Or who do you want to bully? Just tell me." 　　"Don't promise too soon, listen to me first!" " Making money is all that matters." 　　Seeing my expression change, Brother Guang also became serious: "What's wrong? You're acting like my dead father is dead." 　　"Almost there, my dad's in the hospital right now. Someone beat him up." 　　"Do you know the nephew of the head of the North City Police Station?" 　　"I know him. That guy's name is Huang Cheng, and his supervisor, Uncle Mian, is called Huang Yishan. He uses his connections to run rampant here, raping and bullying women, committing all sorts of evil deeds. He even has an extremely disgusting name—Cheng the Tyrant. His uncle isn't any better, but it seems he has a strong backing network, so he occasionally asks us (the big gang) for some benefits. We didn't have much contact with him before, but not long ago he messed with us, getting drunk and causing trouble at a nightclub in the . We taught him a lesson, and afterwards, his supervisor, Uncle Mian, brought a bunch of police officers , and under the guise of a crackdown on organized crime, they arrested several of my brothers. My dad is still planning how to settle this score ! What happened? Did he get involved with your dad too?" 　　"Yes." 　　My story needs to start from elementary school, let me tell you about my parents first! 　　"This is difficult! They are the police, and we are the police. These attributes are inherently incompatible, and I don't have many options!" 　　"I'll figure out a way, as long as it won't harm your family." 　　"Fine, you've become a strategist? Still so stubborn." Brother Guang looked at me with a hint of mockery. 　　"I just want to vent my anger, nobody touch my family." 　　"Brother, just because you said that, I'll definitely help you, but I definitely can't touch my family's capital here ! Coming to my senses, I realized my hands were trembling involuntarily, and my forehead was constantly sweating. I was thinking too much, they've been watching closely over there lately, I'm afraid if I make a move, everything will leak out."

"This is actually a bit troublesome. You want me to write down all his movements for the day? Ideally, you should write down everything he did ,
even if it's just a random, unclear detail."
"That's easy. But what do you need this for?" Guang Ge looked at me, somewhat confused. Actually, I hadn't
figured out what I needed to do either, but I thought that knowing his whereabouts would help me figure out what to do next, since it was my first
time .
"There'll always be a way. You'll see when the time comes!"
"Okay! Then come find me here next Monday." He suddenly remembered something: "Next time you come, just
go to the Cangzhu private room on the second floor of the nightclub. Don't tell that idiot receptionist."
"It's okay, I'll wait for you outside!"
"Are you fucking asking for a beating? Do you think I'd make you wait like this?"
"Hahaha, okay, see you next week!"
"I have something to do, you can leave now!"
"Okay. You're busy!"
He then rushed back, and watching his retreating figure, I couldn't help but smile. This
friendship, which started with a childish bet, was surprisingly reassuring. Perhaps it was because he was Guang-ge that I
realized how important I was. Was it because of Guang-ge, or because of that thing I wanted to do? I
couldn't quite tell. Anyway, I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
That night, my mother got home before me. She questioned me about where I had been. I didn't tell her I had gone to see
Guang-ge, but lied and said I had run into a classmate and chatted with him for a while. She didn't ask any further questions, and then... For
the next two days, I didn't see my mother. Every day she left early in the morning and didn't
come home . I knew she must be very busy every day, having to take care of my father and manage the restaurant.
To avoid worrying her, I didn't bother her. Every day I obediently went to school, came home, ate,
slept , and read, occasionally thinking about how...

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