"The Three of Us—A Tribute to Love That Transcends Family Ties"

Just to clarify, this isn't a story, but a true account from a friend near Beijing. He asked me to share it.

【VI. The Three of Us—The Old House, Where Love Began

】 After my father was diagnosed with a tumor, it was during my graduation project and job search time. My mother was studying in another city, so caring for my father fell to me. His medication caused strong reactions; he felt uncomfortable with even the slightest movement, yet he particularly enjoyed watching me draw and do calculations. To avoid making me go to the internet cafes in the county town too strenuous, my father even borrowed a laptop for me to work on my project. Back then, laptops were a rarity, and I have to admire my father's good connections.

That was the period when we talked the most. My graduation project involved a lot of simulation analysis, which my father didn't understand, but he didn't interrupt. In fact, most of the time, he just watched me, doing nothing, just silently watching me do my work. At night, it was just the two of us. I lay in my mother's spot, and we naturally started talking about 【The Three of Us】 from our childhood. Hearing that no girls liked me in college, I could clearly feel my father's sadness.

After Mom returned from her studies out of town, Dad said he wanted to lie down with her for a while, so I went out. I knew they had been apart for too long and probably wanted some sexual intimacy, so I rode my bicycle a long way, not returning home until dinnertime.

After dinner, Dad suddenly said he wanted me to sleep with them that night—[all three of us together]. I remembered that time in the tent before I started university.
That night, they called me over, and when I crawled into their bed, I found they were both naked. Dad quickly took off my clothes too, then came over and touched me.
"Our little darling has grown up!" Dad said, touching my penis.
This time, I couldn't take it! I'm an adult now. Although I haven't had any sexual experience, I've been masturbating for years. My penis immediately became hard and I couldn't resist, so I quickly ran naked to the toilet and masturbated.

The weather was still very cold then, and the rural toilet was across the entire yard; I was freezing on the way back. My parents immediately surrounded me, holding me tightly to warm me up, just like the three of us when I was little. The difference was, I was already taller than my dad, so I couldn't crawl under the covers like I used to. My heart was pounding; I had a feeling something was about to happen.

A moment later, my parents' and my faces were close together, forming the shape of "the three of us."
Suddenly, my dad grabbed my penis, and after just a couple of strokes, it was hard again. My mom took the opportunity to lie on top of me and penetrate me. The whole process was quick; I didn't have time to react.

My first time having sex was really great; I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. I didn't know how to describe it; I felt very nervous and excited, but I didn't dare move. Just like when I was little, I could only bury my head in the blanket.
My dad used some pre-prepared tissues to wipe me clean. Finally, he said, "My son is amazing!" Then, just like when I was little, the three of us hugged each other naked.

Five minutes later, Dad stepped over me, rolled onto Mom, and began their lovemaking. When he rolled over me, I could clearly feel that Dad wasn't actually erect, but he was definitely excited. I stayed close to them, just watching. As a child, I often peeked at my parents making love, in complete darkness; this time, even though the lights were off, the dim light from the electrical outlets allowed me to clearly see their bodies moving up and down. After just a couple of glances, I got hard again.
Dad pulled me close, and the three of us snuggled together, heads touching. Touching Dad's undulating back, I couldn't tell he was battling cancer.
Watching them together reminded me of my childhood. They were true love, overcoming many obstacles to be together, and I was a witness to their unwavering love. My parents' lovemaking had been consistent for over twenty years, seemingly never tiring, never perfunctory, just purely wanting each other to experience sexual pleasure. They dedicated their lives to each other, and in return, they received unending love.
Watching them, I felt like watching a cheesy, unrefined movie. They almost always stayed in that position, stopping to chat when they felt like ejaculating. When they were younger, a single sentence could last an entire evening; from that day on, they maintained that position while discussing my topics.

Five minutes later, Dad got down, grabbed my penis, and gestured for me to continue.
I ejaculated six times that night—that feeling of wanting to continue even afterward. After I ejaculated, Dad immediately climbed on top of me, and even though he hadn't ejaculated anymore, they happily embraced. Their conversation continued, but it was all for me to hear; Dad spoke excitedly, Mom echoed, and I remained silent.
Before, when the three of us were together, it felt like happiness and warmth. That night, sex was added, amplifying desires suppressed for over twenty years. Before, I watched my parents do it; this time, it was the three of us doing it. That release, that complete immersion from the inside out. Especially with Dad encouraging me.
Later, when I asked, Dad said he wanted to go to the next room or pretend to be asleep. But the stimulation made him unable to resist, and he actively pushed Mom and me to get to the point quickly.

I didn't wake up until almost 11 a.m. the next morning. My parents had already finished breakfast. Feeling a bit lost, I served myself some rice and ate it myself. My parents watched me finish.

After breakfast, my mother went to wash the dishes, and my father sat next to me, slowly explaining (the actual content was quite disorganized, but roughly as follows):
1. Actually, they've both been fantasizing about me for years. Sometimes they deliberately let me see it.
2. People my mother's age usually have tubal ligations. She doesn't need to worry too much about contraception.
3. Because of the cancer medication, my father's health isn't good. Last night was actually the first time he and my mother had real sex. Later, he just couldn't resist, really wanting to experience the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with my mother, just inserting it for the experience.
4. My parents both really miss the days when the three of us were together.
5. My father's body might not be able to be intimate with my mother anymore, and he really wants to see us play together.
6. They know I've been masturbating for many years. I didn't want to use my hand; I really wanted to participate in their sex life.
7. Dad knew he had cancer, but he didn't want to use suppressant drugs. The anxiety from the drugs was far more despairing than the pain itself. Dad just wanted the three of us together; only when the three of us were close together could he feel no pain.

While I felt sorry for Dad, I was actually very excited. I told my parents that when I masturbated, my sexual fantasies were about them. My favorite feeling was the three of us heads touching.
That day, we talked for a long time, and Mom listened from the kitchen. Around noon, I got an erection and asked if we could go to bed. Mom came out of the kitchen and scolded me sternly. I was a little confused at the time, but later I realized that it was absolutely forbidden during the day. It wasn't
until evening, when Dad led Mom into the bedroom, that our emotional encounter truly began. Dad liked to climb on top of Mom and me after we had sex. Because of the medication, his penis was actually soft, but Dad still really liked to put it inside.
"I just want to be with you all like this!"

During that time, we had freedom of desire, but not indulgence. My mother cared more about my father's feelings, and he always defended her. I, on the other hand, was just a virgin who had never seen a woman before. When they were intimate, they would repeat the same old things, but it always started with me. I preferred to curl up deep in bed, feeling their love and the bond between the three of us. Those days were simple, but they were the happiest days for the three of us—cooking, brewing medicine, and sleeping together. The people I loved and cared about most were by my side; the people I wanted to take care of and be closest to were right beside me.

This period of peace didn't last long before I was recalled to school. At the station, my mother told me the truth: my father's health was actually very poor; the tumor was out of control. The medication was affecting his emotions, making him extremely anxious. He didn't want to be in the hospital; he just wanted our family to be together. My mother told me to finish my classes and come back as soon as possible.

I was stunned. These past few days had been the days when my father smiled the most and I talked the most. I thought it was a sign that his condition was improving, but it was just his concern and reluctance to leave his family, while I was only thinking about sex.
I didn't want to go, but I was pushed onto the long-distance bus. I cried the whole way; I had a feeling of being separated from my family forever.

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