Bald Pussy's Childhood Memories

Baldy Si's childhood memories
1. The wicked, strange uncle
When I was about four years old, the uncle who later became my mother's lover often held me and played with me. At first, he would often poke my face with his beard, just playing around. Later, when there were fewer people around, he would ask me strange questions. For example, "Did you sleep with your mother last night?" I knew he had bad intentions, so I asked him back, "Did you sleep with your mother?" Then he glared at me and looked like he was going to hit me. I went along with him and said, "I slept with my mother." Then this nephew-in-law took me to my mother and told her what I had just said. As far as I remember, my mother glared at me, but didn't do anything else.
Second, Mom's afternoon nap
I remember one time when only my mom and I were home. I was playing at the door when an uncle who rarely came to our house came in. He asked who was home, and my brother and I blurted out that my dad wasn't home and my mom was sleeping. The man then dashed into our house, and when we ran to the bed, he was pointing his hand at my mom's vulva under the covers and poking her. My mom woke up instantly. As I recall, my mom didn't show any anger whatsoever. Instead, she quietly asked, "Uncle, what brings you here?" and then casually started chatting.
The terror of three black holes
I remember when I was a little older, it must have been a summer when the corn was taller than a person. My mother once took me to play at the outdoor power distribution room where that adulterer worked. At first, they gave me some fun things to play with, but when I looked up to look for them, they were gone. I was so scared that I screamed for my mother and ran around looking for them. I remember there was a big well, an open well without a wellhead wall. When I looked down, it was dark and deep, bottomless. Even now, thinking about it gives me a prickling fear. At that time, I calmed down and went back to where I was, waiting for my mother to come. Later, when my mother came back, I think I kept asking her what she had been doing. My mother seemed to tell me not to tell anyone that I had gone to see them. I obediently waited until twenty or thirty years later before asking her. She once took me to that outdoor power distribution room to play with my uncle, and my mother didn't say a word, only remained silent. It wasn't until I was about to write my diary that I suddenly remembered the part about them disappearing and me almost crawling into a well. After that, my mom never took me anywhere else, except maybe to that adulterer's house once or twice. I think that was just something I played around with, the part about their disappearance.
Fourth sister suspected of being involved in the family affair.
Later, my mother gave birth to a girl and gave her to that adulterer. Nearly thirty years later, the adulterer himself claimed that the girl was his biological daughter, and he announced it publicly. After all this, I searched through fragments of memory and concluded that there was some truth to what the adulterer said. However, based on my sister's biological genetic characteristics, the probability that she is my biological sister is 99%. Later, I saw on animal documentaries that lionesses mate with the alpha male and then mate with other male lions. Female animals are naturally intelligent and will protect their offspring. Thinking about it, wasn't that exactly what my mother did? She told her husband, "I'm pregnant from your affair, I don't want the child." Then she told the adulterer, "I'm pregnant from your affair, I'll give you a son." She even seriously told the neighbors that she didn't want the child, and then the neighbors suddenly exclaimed as if they'd discovered something amazing, "Why don't you give the child to the family of the adulterer who doesn't have a child?" Look how clever and shameless adulterers are!
Analysis of the reasons for the five bald women offering their vaginas.
In my third post about my mother's bald vulva, I detailed how she placed her vulva beside me, then suddenly woke me up and made me touch her bald vulva. At the time, some friends probably didn't understand. Looking back now, I realize she definitely had special feelings for me. Her lover used me, the child she knew, to seduce her, and after they became lovers, she used me, whom she considered naive, to cover for their affair. I even managed to survive near that dangerous well, preventing her affair from being exposed and keeping it a secret. She definitely had feelings for me, her matchmaker, like a lover, which is why she couldn't resist letting me touch her vulva. At that moment, she probably wanted me to fuck her, and there was a sense of gratitude in it all.
Sixth, tentative answers.
After writing the Bald Pussy Diary, I once tentatively told her that I was experiencing erectile dysfunction and could only get an erection when I thought about that night I touched her. Before I could finish speaking, she quickly denied it, saying that she didn't know and that she had fallen asleep.
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