Even Ugly Ducklings Have Their Day (Part 1)

Let me introduce myself first. I'm 168cm tall and weigh 54kg, which is considered tall for an average woman, but my looks are just average. I'm the kind of person who gets forgotten by handsome men on the street. I have a 4-year-old son, who is cared for by my parents. My husband works three shifts, occasionally including night shifts. My job is on and off for three days, so even though I have a family, I'm actually quite idle at home all day. I often suspect that I'm a bad woman, with a lewd streak in my bones, because whenever I'm in public, my eyes always inadvertently glance at men's crotches, and seeing those bulges often makes my lower body suddenly tense. Maybe it's genetic!

I remember when I was about 15 years old, my parents were at work, so I often had to be looked after by the elderly couple next door. One time, I secretly went home from the neighbor's house, opened a drawer in my parents' room, and found my mother's stockings. So I imitated the adults and put the stockings on my legs to play. At that moment, I heard the sound of the door opening. I felt like a child who had done something wrong, and quickly hid in the closet, afraid of being scolded by the adults. Peeking through the crack in the wardrobe, I saw a man and a woman enter, following the sound. The man was clearly my father, but the woman was an unfamiliar aunt. I was terrified and dared not breathe. I watched as they frantically embraced, and soon they were both naked. It was the first time I'd seen my father's penis covered in hair. I watched curiously to see what they were doing. The aunt took my father's penis and put it in her mouth, sucking it back and forth until it grew thicker and longer. Then my father, with his penis erect, aimed it at the aunt's genitals and inserted it, then began thrusting in and out. I don't know how much time passed, but the sounds of their slapping grew louder and faster. After a few growls and screams, they hurriedly dressed and left the room. The room returned to silence. I quietly climbed out of the wardrobe, took off my stockings and put them back, returning to my own little bedroom. I spread my arms wide to examine my pink vulva, the scene I had just witnessed flashing through my mind. As I touched myself, an unprecedented pleasure washed over me. A drop of clear fluid oozed out. Wow! So good!

Since that day, I was no longer the little kid who was always left at the neighbor's house. I started growing pubic hair, and through sex education in textbooks, I learned about the relationship between men and women. I stopped paying attention in class, and my grades were always near the bottom. In the daze of puberty, I always fantasized that some handsome boy at school might have even a little bit of interest in me, and I would give him my virginity without hesitation.

Reality is reality, and until I graduated from junior high and entered the workforce, those handsome boys had absolutely nothing to do with me. Until I was introduced to my husband, we had a token relationship for a month or so, and then our parents ordered us to get married. My husband was too honest; he only mustered the courage to consummate our marriage on our wedding night. Looking at the thing thrusting in and out of my vagina, I kept thinking about the secret I had at 15—my father's long, thick thing was like a curse sealed in my mind. Closing my eyes, I felt waves of pleasure coming from that lingering image of my dear father's thing.

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