Chapter 28

Before moving to the East Courtyard, Aunt Jiang rarely visited my house. After all, her mother and the village women had no common language.

Of course, this does not mean that the mother is difficult to get along with. In fact, on the contrary, she is quite prestigious and popular among the villagers.

One manifestation is that the items that the village carries for long-distance vehicles are occasionally placed in the school’s communication room nearby and are brought back by the mother.

Most of these items are clothes, sometimes local specialties, books and cosmetics, and there are even strange things such as documents and case lists.

I remember that shortly after the National Day in 1999, the elder's clam sound was still in his ears, and his mother brought back a large package from the school.

It is said that several village women asked someone to buy some underwear in Pingyang.

Those two days, people came to pick up clothes from time to time.

If conditions permit, they have to try it themselves before they can be satisfied.

One night, my mother and I were watching TV in the main hall, and Aunt Jiang and another village woman walked in.

After a wave of greetings, they took out their clothes and began to ponder them carefully under the light.

To be honest, the women's rattle and fussy look in front of the TV is really disgusting.

So I simply lay on the sofa, covered my head with a blanket.

There was a dark look in front of me, but my hearing became more and more acute.

The sound of tiny footsteps, the rustling clothes rubbing, the coughing, the voices of talking, the laughter, I could even imagine saliva spraying out of their mouths and blooming brilliantly under the light.

This made me even more frustrated, so I had to turn over and tilt my head and reveal a gap.

I didn't expect that the curtain in the middle of the main hall had not been tightly pulled tightly (actually I had never been tightly pulled tightly, there was no need), and it was barely hanging in my ears.

As you expected, through the gap between the two fingers, a fat butt came into my eyes.

It was wrapped in a pair of big red cotton shorts and was soaked in the trembling lights. Various patterns, gullies and lights are vivid in my mind.

Although she is not very beautiful, she is a real woman's butt.

I felt my heart contract quickly and turned my face away.

My mother and another village woman were chatting on the sofa on the east side. Wu Jing was trapped by animal desires and wanted to fight Jiao Enjun desperately. Then, the other end of the curtain was undoubtedly the wife of the Zhao family.

After hesitating for a moment, I still came over carefully.

This time I saw the front.

Round white legs, plump thighs, slightly trembling waist and abdomen, buttoned navel, thick red cotton bra and breasts that overflow like tofu, and a surprised and dull face.

Aunt Jiang's eyes were already big, and she looked like dumplings that night.

With a bang, I threw a kick in my mind, and it was blank, and I even forgot to withdraw from the danger in time.

Perhaps in a second, the two dumplings quickly disappeared.

Then she quickly lifted her pants, said to the living room, it was a little tight, and turned around to put on her top.

I guess yes.

Because I was lying on my back then, sweating profusely in the chirping of the women.

Aunt Jiang quickly returned to the living room and walked around the TV several times.

Amidst the sound of admiration, she suddenly faced me: Lin Lin, what do you think?

As we all know, I have no objection to it, it is difficult for me to say anything else except for the tone.

When Aunt Jiang went in again, I naturally didn't dare to move.

But soon, the sound of a chair rubbing against the ground could be heard in my ears, and the curtain beside me could not easily raise a wave.

Almost subconsciously, I turned my face to the side.

Unexpectedly, what was standing in front of me was a smooth and round thigh.

Its barefoot was placed on the chair and sent its hot vagina over with a slight shaking.

Yes, a few black-haired cotton cloths quietly poked their heads out from the side, and I could almost smell the warm and sour smell.

As for Aunt Jiang’s expression, I lost my impression.

Maybe she glanced at me, maybe her whole head was still stuck in her half-defeated top, or maybe I didn't have the courage to raise my head at all.

After that, I saw Aunt Jiang again. Whether at home, in the alley or on the street, she was exactly the same as before, so I had to wonder if I had a dream I had lying on the sofa that night.

But there is no doubt that something is ignited.

After that autumn night in 1998, when I recovered from my fear, I was immediately troubled by another problem.

I was worried that I wouldn't grow any longer.

In the past, when I was raising a dog at home, my father would cast his dogs to prevent him from hooking up everywhere.

When asked the reason, he replied, "It won't last long if you mess around."

This almost constituted my biggest confusion during puberty and prompted me to quit masturbation for quite some time in a state of tranquility.

However, when the long summer vacation came, I found that many of my clothes were getting smaller, so I was confused and self-defeating.

The result is that it is getting worse.

That summer I had acne and masturbated crazy.

I painted the lewd and 72 styles of Yunyu on the back of the physics exercise book.

I tried to call the adult voice station secretly.

I can't figure out how much toilet paper I've used.

The stupid thing is that I failed to throw away those papers in time, but they all existed in an Anta packaging bag.

Of course, this move has no special meaning, and it is ultimately a lazy word.

Once when I came back from a beating outside, my mother asked: So much toilet paper Ah when I blow my nose?

I said Ah and she stopped talking.

It was not until after dinner that I walked upstairs and saw the cleaned bedroom that I suddenly realized what my mother was asking.

This made me angry.

When I rushed into the main hall and looked at the family sitting upright on the sofa, I found myself having nothing to say.

So my mother suggested that I exercise more.

I said I played less basketball.

She asked me to practice calligraphy again.

I don't agree.

She said, read more books.

At this time, my pig liver-colored face had returned to normal, and I asked if it was possible for martial arts.

She said: That's OK, although it doesn't meet the ideal requirements, it's okay.

In fact, even if I read Gu Long, when I see the elastic thighs, I can't help but become hard.

I feel like I'm finished.

Sometimes when I walk on the street, I will fantasize about having sex with all kinds of women coming towards me.

I was tall, short, fat and thin, and I was always there, fucking them so hard that they were crying.

Once you get home, only your mother is left.

With her graceful figure, that night would slip out of my mind from time to time, which made me panic.

It is no exaggeration to say that some red evenings, when I stood under the porch and my mother passed by, some airflow would rise hopelessly from my body.

But when she turned her face and talked to me, I immediately felt extremely ashamed.

For me, this has become the fourth normal in the summer of 1999, after the scorching sun, heavy rain and sweat.

In fact, not only me, but all my stupidity said boldly or shyly that I needed to do it.

We were not castrated like a little male dog, so why can't we do it with all our might?

Standing at the bridge head of the west village and looking at the darker cock under the sun, I suddenly realized: This may be the last summer suitable for naked swimming.

However, just before the end of this summer vacation, what should come came eventually.

In order to alleviate the economic pressure, my mother spent the entire holiday in a training institution to teach some college entrance examination essays and other things.

I have looked at their flyers and handouts. Like their kind in the world, I always boast about how awesome, unique and prescient I am.

The so-called foresight means that you have won so many questions in the past college entrance examination history.

I asked my mother if this is true.

She first spat, then knocked on my head: I have two skins on my mouth, let's see what you said.

It is obvious that my mother is just an experienced old teacher and is definitely not an expert in college entrance examination test questions.

But the conditions are very good.

It only takes two lessons a day, and the salary is equivalent to one-fifth of the previous monthly salary.

At that time, my father was not vague and was pushing his butt on the construction site.

After a arduous adaptation period, he was already at ease.

Perhaps it is because life is too tense, and parents often talk about it, and even argue with each other on repaying their debts.

I clearly remember that one time, to express his anger, my father went down to smash a plastic bench.

At that time, the family was eating on the rooftop. It was stuffy at first, and there was no wind, and it was also a bubble in the fish tank.

Later, the wind blew, accompanied by the swaying of Chinese toon and sycamore trees, and the plastic fragments rolled happily around.

My father sat on the ground, chewing the cucumber desperately, and Grandma couldn't get up even if she talked.

My mother was even more silent than him, and she had the skill of not making any sound when chewing cucumbers.

That unforgettable morning is the continuation of this strange evening.

Work is usually done at 6:30 on the construction site (outdoor work will be earlier), and my father has to have dinner at at least 6:00.

The result is that every day I beat upstairs with sleepy eyes and face a pot of leftover rice alone.

Mother, it’s not easy to say that grandma is also a man who loves to get up early. Since her grandfather passed away, she has converted to morning training. By chance, you can still hear her loud howl in the dewy forest.

In short, in my mother's words, I was too lazy to fall into a lonely family.

In most cases, breakfast is noodles, which is of course to take care of my father's high-intensity physical labor.

I dare not have any objection to this, but I can’t hold on to eating Ah every day.

But my mother disagreed. She thought that she had three meals a day, which was nutritionally balanced, and she was really dissatisfied with it. She could make whatever she wanted.

Of course, I don’t have the ability to be self-sufficient. Apart from praying for rainy days, I can only count on my grandma. She always happens to be at home, and maybe I will help me cook porridge, fry an egg, pat cucumber, etc.

But there are very few opportunities like this, so wearing a pair of shorts became my standard before going out.

I think this is very suitable for the climate conditions and will not hinder freedom of movement. I can still be able to masturbate the plane with great pleasure when the emotions reach.

That was the case that day.

Under the scorching sun, I went downstairs with my tent, and went out to pick the toilet and stopped and walked along the way, slid over for a while.

When I sat down in the pavilion and was ready to do it with confidence, my mother's voice suddenly came from the kitchen.

She said: Wash and eat quickly, and be slow for a day!

As you expected, I almost fell out of place and had goose bumps all over the floor in sweat.

After putting on my clothes and hitting upstairs, I glanced at the kitchen, and a hazy back slid out from the gap between the bamboo curtains.

I wanted to say something, but I was suffering from dry mouth and couldn't pinch out any words.

Until I was brushing my teeth, after I walked around the yard twice, I looked up and happened to see my mother's eyes through the screen.

She said: It depends on how lazy you can be.

The voice is gentle and the tone is light.

So I asked in a slight squirting white foam and mumbled: Why didn’t the class be there?

My mother disappeared, and the lid seemed to be lifted up.

After a while, she said: Brush your teeth quickly, what are you holding in your mouth?

My mother was pancakes that day.

As soon as I lifted up the door curtain, the oily fragrance burst out.

She faced the stove with her ponytail raised, but didn't look at me.

I had to sniff and ask her why she didn't go to class.

My mother turned the oil cake over and ignored my problems.

I could only repeat it again, and even called Mom after I finished.

The class has been adjusted, but my mother finally turned her face, waved the shovel, and said, "Eat soon, it's not noodles today."

So I glanced at her again and went to serve the rice.

My mother wore a milky white silk nightgown, which was a little cool. The curve of her waist was twisted and even the wide skirt was unable to cover it.

This nightgown is a special offer brought by Teacher Chen from Shanghai. It has a suspender on top and just covered her thighs. It was quite modern back then.

At least the Provincial TV broadcasts similar shopping advertisements, and I have watched a lot of peeks.

That summer, my mother dressed up in this outfit when she was enjoying the cool rooftops, but this was the first time I saw her in broad daylight.

Of course, I’m not lazy. In the early morning, my mother couldn’t help but just a few bird songs in the yard.

Actually, as soon as I entered the door, the underwear edge marks floating on the right hip flap made me feel excited.

I think it's too bright and too smooth to make it a little dizzy.

The pot is egg dumpling soup.

I asked my mother if she had a meal.

She cut.

So I served two bowls and said: Don’t be as knowledgeable as him.

She turned her face and said: What?

I sniffed and repeated again, while the handle of the spoon touched the edge of the pot jingled.

She said: Don’t be as good as you know?

My dad.

After hesitating, I think it is necessary to add one.

My mother didn't make a fuss, but looked at me and then got a pancake out.

When she walked towards the chopping board, she said: There are still pickled leeks, and I want to eat cucumbers and pat them on the cucumber.

To be honest, my mother's reaction made me feel abrupt and I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

After bringing the soup to the main hall, I stayed for a long time before returning to the kitchen.

At this time, my mother had taken the cucumbers and actually I was following the sound.

Is three cakes enough?She moved the oil cakes on the iron concave and turned her face slightly. There were two tomatoes in the cabinet, so she washed them off by herself.

So I passed by my mother to get tomatoes.

It was at this moment that she suddenly put her arms around my neck.

Soft, fragrant, warm and bright, my mind surged over me and my mother gently pressed my forehead twice, and her tone was light: It's better for my son, at least I know to look at your mother.

I didn't know how to react, but my heart was pounding, but I felt like I had a stick on my waist.

And in her white wrist, the shovel was lightly raised, and my face was printed with greasy light.

I clearly remember that the twisted nostrils and red pimples were irresponsibly amplified, appearing particularly hideous and stupid.

After a while, I squeezed out three words.

I said: Of course.

It's really a bad feeling to have a hot head, just like someone chiseling your head and pulling shit in.

As the shit penetrates, you can't help but float.

This is the case when I squatted on the ground to get tomatoes.

In the dizzy air, the smooth calves were close to the side of the face, which was so white that it was dazzlingly white.

I even thought that as long as I lowered my head and raised my eyelids against my calf, I could see my mother's body all the way up.

This made my heart numb and my hands became a little soft when I grabbed the tomatoes.

But my mother kept chatting, saying that I was lazy, and that I should develop good routines when I was growing up.

She even threatened me if I wanted to grow up.

I just hummed occasionally, and naturally I didn't take it to heart.

In fact, I was completely powerless and could no longer bear any weight, even just a few words.

And when these gentle or harsh words float past the cramped kitchen, the round buttocks are often seen in the wide skirt like a dragonfly.

I remember after washing the tomatoes, I asked my mother if I wanted to put some garlic on it.

She tsk and pointed at my face: Look how bright your face is.

When he said this, the body in front of him jumped lightly.

So some soft and prominent parts also jumped, and then the thin waist and lower abdomen were revealed between the wrinkles of the nightgown.

I quickly turned my face.

But my mother began to popularize her acne removal experience and told me not to stutter, especially not to use her facial cleanser.

In the cheerful tone, her waist swayed unconsciously.

Maybe why, like the gorgeous world outside the window at that time, my heart suddenly became bright.

So on the way to the chopping board, I rubbed my right hand against my mother's butt.

This surprised me so much that when the tenderness and smoothness sounded in my heart, I said almost angrily: If you don’t need it, don’t need it!

Yes, as a botched actor, stiffness and trembling make me like a blatantly exploded balloon.

However, the mother seemed to not notice it, and she said: Look at you, aren’t this all for your own good?Can cosmetics be used indiscriminately?Um?Can you wear mom's clothes?

That's roughly what it means. I didn't dare to look back, but I could easily imagine her expression and movements, including the sarcasm that wandered between my lips and nose.

Of course things are not over.

When I was cutting the tomatoes, my mother said she would come, but I refused it firmly.

I felt my face soaring, and some inexplicable uneasiness drove me to fall into my knife without hesitation.

Rarely calm.

I almost obsessed with dividing the things in front of me that I don’t know whether to classify them as vegetables or fruits into countless small portions.

My mother seemed to be standing aside, maybe she said something, maybe she didn't say anything.

I only remember that the morning sun shone on the south window lattice and climbed in, walked past the dim white and gray wall, and stepped on the willow wood wiping in front of me.

And I sniffed my waist, accompanied by a crisp sound, letting my hard dick press against the drawer under the chopping board.

For a moment, I even felt that I could lift the entire chopping board up.

After the tomatoes are cut, the last oil cake is also announced to be released.

The cucumbers are naturally mixed by the mother.

In the fragrant breeze that she fanned out, I turned my body sideways and squeezed my lower body, which was still congested through my trouser pocket.

I could see my mother's swaying lips, her delicate and folded armpits, and the nipples that are sometimes raised during the tremor.

What is she talking about?

I had no impression at all.

Later, when my mother was holding chopsticks, I pressed it on my fat butt.

There is nothing to do about this kind of thing.

When the familiar and unfamiliar softness came, I almost cried out.

My mother seemed to tremble for a moment, and she turned her head quickly and the ponytail swept across my face.

The fragrance that came to my face, the snow-white arms and slender neck all made me dizzy.

There was no choice, so I hugged her, and at the same time I thrust my crotch roughly, as if there was a hole waiting for me to get in.

My mother must have made a voice, perhaps a tone.

But I hugged her tighter, and I said mom, I even grabbed my two breasts without any instruction.

I could feel the soft elasticity and warm nipples being quietly overflowing from my fingers.

Mother called out again.

This time I heard it was Yan Lin.

Then a devastating force broke me away and brushed across my cheeks.

With a crisp sound, a scorching sun rose from the kitchen.

I can't remember how long I had been standing in the kitchen.

At first, you could see smooth legs and delicate feet, but later there was only the black and cracked concrete floor.

Sweat surging down, and before it hit the ground, it blurred its vision.

My mother first entered the bathroom, then returned to the bedroom, and soon appeared in the yard.

After opening the door, she pushed on her bicycle and walked straight out, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

She didn't say a word during the whole process, maybe she didn't even look at me.

So I drank two bowls of soup by myself, but didn't touch the oil cake and cold cucumber, and didn't ask, and I couldn't understand why.

When grandma came back, she complained that her mother had no food and didn't even know how much she could eat.

After that, she pointed to my face and said: Why are the pimples and acne here swollen? So red, I dare not rub it randomly!

I smiled powerlessly, and I really don't know what to react other than that.

After all, that was the first time I was slapped since I was a child, and it was from my mother.

I felt that almost instantly all the restlessness faded away surprisingly quickly.

I stretched my antennae and everything was as calm as water.

My mother called during lunch that day.

As soon as I picked it up, I knew it was her even and light breathing as usual, which always reminded me of the fine lines quietly stretching on the back of the new leaf.

No one spoke.

I couldn't even scream at my mother.

Grandma asked curiously: Who is Ah?

My mother finally spoke, and she said: Call your grandma.

So I called my grandma.

I don't know what they said, but my grandma glanced at me from time to time, and the comments on me was creepy.

She sighed and stopped talking after she put down the phone.

I buried my head in my mouth, and my heart became more and more urgent.

Grandma didn't say a word until a bowl of white rice was eaten.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to ask: What's wrong?

What's wrong?

What's wrong with my mom?

Your mother is not bad, grandma sighed again, "It's because of your pimples, I think you have to find an old fairy. What kind of facial cleanser your mother has to buy, and she's going to do it all day long."

That's it.

That day I was stuck in the pile of pussy and played double-leap for an afternoon, and then I pounded billiards together for a while. When I came back, it was already dark.

While the family was enjoying the cool down on the upstairs, I shrank into the pavilion and finished my meal under the bites of mosquitoes.

While chewing quickly, I subconsciously pricked up my ears to capture my mother's movements.

But nothing was found.

After packing up the dishes and hitting the kitchen, I almost ran into my mother.

Under the faint starlight, she was wearing a floral dress, and her long hair was like the newly sprouted buds in the evening breeze.

I wanted to say something, but I just turned my face away.

The mother didn't say anything, she shook the palm fan and turned around.

I stood in the yard for a while, and finally entered the main hall.

The Kappa Li stood on the coffee table, and I didn't move until one day it took off the packaging and ran to the front of the washbasin.

My mother's ignorance lasted for several days, and even my father noticed something strange.

He secretly asked me if I had provoked my mother. I was blushing for a moment and couldn't even give up any farts.

So one lunch time, my father announced: Nowadays, my children like to be a little rebellious in youth. What a rebellious thing. I want to meet them, and I won’t call them out!

Amid the drizzle of rain, I glanced at my mother.

She didn't even raise her head, but just said to her father: Can you be more civilized when you have a meal?

Except for a mutter, the latter was speechless.

A moment later, in the quiet voice of grandma, my mother turned to me again: Don’t learn from your father.

This sentence made me write a long letter that I had been writing for several days and declared a miscarriage, and also made me more convinced: Parents and children

Communication is a funny scene that only appears in film and television works, it is an artistic processing, or to be precise, an unreasonable flashy and unrealistic one.

It is no exaggeration to say that shameful morning was like a sudden rise of dam, which cleaned up the tide inside me that was eager to try.

It took me a long time to regain the fun of masturbation.

As for Aunt Jiang, I can't say it well. Maybe she just happened to be there.

Just like stealing melons on the flat river beach in the summer of 1997, if you choose one, you will be attracted by the other.

The countless watermelons are like the shimmering waves on the river surface, dazzling.

And hesitation is equivalent to being captured. If you are really thirsty, the only correct way to do it is to hug one nearby and run away.

After the winter of 1999, Aunt Jiang often walked around home.

She didn't call the main entrance, but walked into the roof.

Several times, I saw her climbing down the steps, and her breasts in her sweater were like her voice floating over the yard from time to time.

In most cases, she would chat with her grandma.

Of course, I would also talk a few words when I met my parents at home.

For example, when my mother made me a suit at Lu that year, she praised the former for having a good eye and said that I looked like a little adult.

I can't say whether this is some kind of encouragement or not. In short, the bleak winter sunlight drove me to take a few more glances on her plump body.

It was snowy that winter, and the snow was even deeper around New Year's Day in 2000.

So people shrank next to the coal stove table and roasted the fire. It was a kind of existence similar to a kang. The stove was below and the table was above. It still relied on it to keep warm in rural areas in the north.

One day after dinner, I lay on the table to read a book, and there were endless chattering people around me.

Their saliva is still full and powerful after bypassing the TV series and melon seeds.

Aunt Jiang sat beside me.

Maybe it was after a funny plot that her legs quietly touched my legs.

After that, there were countless seconds.

This surprised me, but it inevitably became excited.

In response, I twitched a few handfuls on that plump thigh with thighs nervously.

I even wanted to drive straight in.

But she suddenly grabbed my hand.

After some rubbing, the succulent little hand formed a cylinder and surrounded my middle finger.

Yes, it gently stroked it with the heavy and depressing breathing in my ears.

I didn't know what to react, so I could only straighten my backbone stiffly.

I remember looking at my mother, she just turned her face and said: Eat less melon seeds.

Yet something disgusting is making me get an erection quickly.

There is no doubt that it is a nearly naked mating signal.