Since the day I can remember, I have lived like a pity prisoner under the strict control of my mother and father:
Xiaoli, come here and wash your face, dad said
Xiaoli, stop playing, it's time to go to bed! Mom ordered
Especially my mother, in front of her, I am simply a robot without any thoughts and mental activities. Everything is done under the control of my mother.
I eat and sleep on time like a puppet under my mother's careful arrangement. My schedule cannot be bad for a minute, and my life trajectory will always remain unchanged and absolutely unchangeable.
Every morning, I have to get up on time at six o'clock, and then start folding the bedding, putting on clothes, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and going to the bathroom. My mother doesn't care much about my sister, but I care a little too much about me. She not only helps me put on clothes and wash my face, but also teaches me how to brush my teeth step by step. When I went to the bathroom, she followed me. She pinched the toilet paper in her hand, stood up as soon as I got up, and immediately ordered: Get your butt up!
So, I rushed my bare butt to my mother's face and raised it high. My mother wiped my butt very seriously, and then slapped my white palms on her butt provocatively: OK, stand up!
When I stood up, my mother still squatted at my feet and patiently helped me tie my belt: OK, tie it up, wash your hands and have breakfast soon!
In this way, my mother kept helping me wipe my butt, from childhood to childhood, from kindergarten to elementary school, and until the third grade of elementary school. During this period, I would not defecate without my mother. Without my mother, I don’t know how to wipe my butt.
From kindergarten to primary school, I have never even used the kindergarten and primary school toilets, and every time I am at home, my mom helps solve the ambassador's problem
Breakfast on time at 6:30. After breakfast, my mother who had been packing up and stopped, took my hand and went to school. At noon, I had lunch with my mother in the office. My mother didn't allow me to leave the office all afternoon. She sat at the desk and put on a sweater, while I sat next to her and read the text over and over again.
When my mother thought I was tired of reading, she allowed me to move freely for a while. The farthest range of activities was not allowed to walk out of the large corridor opposite the office.
After get off work, I went home with my mother, had supper, then washed my face and feet:
OK, go to bed!
Mom, I murmured. Mom looked at me and smiled knowingly. She walked to my bed and lifted up her clothes, revealing a pair of unusually white and greasy breasts: It’s really a waste of time, it’s all so big, and you still have to touch it!
In this world, what I remember most is my mother's breasts. I always think that my mother's breasts are the most beautiful, and this is an undeniable fact
Whenever my mother takes my hand and walks to work, the shaking peaks will always attract the entangled and evil eyes of men, which makes me both proud and annoyed. My mother's breasts belong to me, what do you think?
My mother's breasts were very large, and as a result, they fell deeply into her abdomen, forming two cute, beautifully curved hills, and two round, powerful nipples that hit the bra without hesitation, revealing a pair of imaginative small particles.
From childhood to childhood, my mother has milk that I can never finish and never drink enough
I hugged happily in my mother's breasts, swallowing the extremely nutritious milk in big mouthfuls, and playing with my plump breasts with endless love.
Whenever this time, my mother seemed so soft, and no longer taught me a lesson as coldly as usual, and scolded me for no reason. Instead, she lay silently on her side, and as I kept sucking, she couldn't help but moan: Ouch, oh, oh, son, bite it gently, my mother's sucking hurts so much!
I not only ignored my mother's words, but instead bit her with teasingly. A helpless smile appeared on her mother's face, and a fat hand stroked my head with great love: This little naughty, oh, you bit my mother so hard, oh, oh!
After weaning, I was still obsessed with my mother's breasts without any change. Every afternoon after school, when my mother was doing little work while teaching me to study, I deliberately leaned on my mother. When other colleagues were not paying attention, I secretly put my hand into my mother's chest and stroked her heart. My mother lowered her head and watched silently, occasionally muttering: OK, okay, I touched her enough!
Before going to bed every day, I have to touch my mother's breasts before I can get into bed
My most hopes that my father will always go on a business trip. Whenever my father is not home, I will sneak into my mother's bedroom after washing up. My mother, who has just finished washing, is sitting on the soft bed with her beautiful toenails trimming. When she saw me in, she stopped: Xiaoli, why are you not sleeping after washing?
Mom, I stood stubbornly beside my mother's bed. Mom understood it and she lifted the corner of the quilt: Oh, a child who is inexpensive, come in!
With my mother's permission, I happily climbed onto the bed and went into my mother's warm quilt. My mother sorted out the quilt and then got in.
I was so happy that I leaned against my mother's chest tightly, grabbed my mother's breasts and entered a sweet dream in a burst of unspeakable happiness.
My mother’s care for me is sincere and meticulous. This is the greatest love in the world - maternal love!
However, the greatest maternal love of my mother is definitely not without principles. Once I find out that I have done anything wrong, even if it is a little bit of insignificant mistake, my mother will immediately dimly lower her face and punish me without hesitation.
Xiaoli, come here, one Sunday morning, my mother cleaned all the houses, and the balcony was hung with my mother's newly washed clothes. She wiped a handful of sweat from her forehead and grabbed my Chinese textbook: Xiaoli, come here, stop playing, it's time to learn, dictation and new words!
When I heard my mother's order, I was so excited that I frowned and sat next to my mother. My mother was holding the Chinese textbook and chanting in a simplistic manner. I wrote it mechanically and listlessly. Because I was not interested, I often wrote mistakes. Either I wrote one less stroke or draw one more dot. I picked up the eraser and wiped the homework book hatefully:
Fuck, it was written wrong again!...
Pa--, a loud slap on my cheek, I immediately put down my pencil in pain, covered my little face in pain, and my mother taught me a lesson with a serious expression: Don’t scold people, it’s too uneducated to hear!
After saying that, my mother handed an apple as compensation for my beating: take it, eat an apple first, and then continue dictation!
I gnawed the red apple with tears in my eyes, but after nibbled for more than half, I couldn't get a sweet taste. I glanced at the remaining half of the apple, shook my little hand, and half of the apple flew out of the window with a whizzing sound.
Pa--, I was staring at half of the apple that jumped off the building. My mother was hit again with a ruthless face: Who told you to throw things downstairs? What should I do if I hit someone? This lacks public morality!
I covered my face and lay on the windowsill sobbed very aggrievedly. My mother walked over and gently stroked my face with her thin white palms: Child, my good son, you must be well-educated and not messy! Go, my mother pushed me: Go downstairs and play for a while!
Alas, it's pity!
However, in this dormitory building, there are people who are more pity than me. My best friend - Sun Xun, he is more pity than me. I can go downstairs to relax every day. Although it is not very long, it will not last more than an hour each time.
However, Sun Xun's mother locked Sun Xun in the house all day long, let alone going downstairs, she was not allowed to go to the corridor.
Only me and several other girls are qualified to visit Sun Xun's home. And, just like visiting prisons, there is a time limit. We just got into the fun, and Sun Xun's mother always gave up an order to expel guests:
You all go home, Sun Xun should learn! I wiped my tears and walked downstairs alone. The yard of the dormitory building was empty, and there was no one friend. Oh, who would you like to play with?
Suddenly, a noisy childish voice came from the collapsed brick walls. Needless to ask, the children in the bungalow area were playing with their heart's content!
I followed the sound and walked quietly. When I reached the gap of the brick wall, my feet suddenly became heavy as if they were filled with lead. Looking at the tilted brick wall, I was as if I was standing by a thunder pool, and I dared to take a step easily
My mother and all the uncles and aunts in the dormitory building all in unison to call the bungalow area outside the brick wall a slum, and we are not allowed to contact and play with them.
Xiaoli, I mustered up the courage to cross the collapsed brick wall. Suddenly, my mother's cold, but extremely terrifying shout came from behind. My mother didn't say much, but just the word Xiaoli was enough to make me tremble.
I stopped barefootly, then turned mechanically, my mother's head stuck out of the window and shook it sternly at me. I immediately understood that my mother was ordering me to go upstairs and go home.
Xiaoli, I pushed open the door timidly, and my mother grabbed my arm: Xiaoli, what did mom tell you? Hum?
Mom said: Don’t play with wild kids in slums!
But, what did you want to do just now? Are you going to drill through the brick wall to find those wild kids to play with?
No, I defended: Mom, I didn’t go over, there is a Liuliu by the wall, I want to pick it up!
That doesn’t work either. You can’t pick things casually, that’s so dirty!
The big wooden clock hanging on the wall screamed locally, and my mother stood up as if she was on a clockwork: It’s five o’clock, it’s time to have supper!
So my day ended like this. After dinner, as my mother chattered, I started washing my face and feet, and had to lay the quilt in a slanted manner. I was about to get into the quilt, but my mother put a stack of clothes dried during the day next to me: Don’t sleep first, change my shirt!
Mom, I changed it yesterday!
I know, but it's already dirty, don't talk nonsense, change it quickly, and I don't know how to clean it up!
Under my mother's gaze, I slowly took off all my clothes. My white little cock was shaking ridiculously between my crotch. I grabbed my shorts and was about to put them on to cover my shy little cock, but my mother gave me a very embarrassed order: Don't be busy wearing it for now!
Well, I looked at my mother with confusion, and saw her bringing a basin of warm water:
Lying down, mom wipes the calf and cow for you!
Mom, I don’t like mom doing this the most. How can a boy’s little cock be fooled by others? Even if you are my mother, I don’t welcome it.
However, my mother is strict, and her order is an imperial edict, and she cannot be disobeyed. I had to lie down obediently. My mother dipped her fat jade hand into the clean water in the basin, then held my little cock and rubbed it repeatedly.
It's so dirty, my mother said in a sarcastic tone: Stinky brat!
I will never understand why my mother is so interested in my little cock. She has to scrub me carefully every now and then. While wiping, my mother pulled away her thin foreskin, and her beautiful eyes were observing my cock head with a pair of beautiful eyes: Look, it’s all black mud inside, it’s so dirty!
After saying that, my mother picked up the soap and applied it on the head of the chicken, and wiped it constantly with her fingertips: The boy's calf must be cleaned frequently, otherwise she will get sick!
My mother muttered very seriously that she not only cleaned my cock, but also frequently cleaned my sister's urine. However, I was absolutely not allowed to be present. Whenever my mother cleaned my sister's urine, she would ruthlessly drive me out of the house: Go, my mother carried a small porcelain basin specially used to clean my sister's urine and said to me: Xiaoli, go downstairs and play for a while!
As soon as I walked out of the house, my mother closed the door to death with a bang. I heard my mother ordering her sister: Dongdong, take off her pants quickly!
When I grew up, I understood my mother and thanked her very much. My mother is a competent mother. Due to her care and love, my sister and I grew up healthily. We developed good living habits and could not say anything swearing from our mouths.
Moreover, we all have two rows of white and neat teeth that many people are extremely envious of.
Our physiological development is even more delicate, without any inflammation or symptoms
One year when I went to the countryside, the little girl who was playing with me suddenly covered her lower body and rolled on the ground with pain. The rural children didn't know what disease she had suffered. I suddenly remembered something: Her urine must be dirty, and bacteria were tortureing her!
Her mother believed me and brought her clean water to wash her urine. The little girl no longer rolled on the ground, no longer cried or made a fuss.
Whenever my mother cleans my little cock, I secretly stare at my mother's face. I find that my mother's face is filled with a happy look, as if she is holding not an ordinary little cock for peeing, but a baby that deserves my mother's pride and pride. That expression is only when my mother cleans me up and takes me to her office. It will only be revealed when she hears a series of praise from her colleagues:
Oh, your son is so beautiful!
It's Ah, Duojun's child Ah!
Not only are they handsome, but they are dressed more beautifully!
You are really good at serving your children!
Your son will definitely have a future and will definitely become a high-ranking official!
... Whenever I dream of my son Jackie Chan's mother's face is filled with infinite happiness and pride. She raised her head, held her small bag, and looked at me with a smile. Her eyes seemed to say: Hehe, how good, my son is, how beautiful, he is my baby Ah!
When my mother cleaned my little cock, her face was filled with this proud and happy look. After each wash, she smiled and whipped the little cock with her fingers: OK, wash it, get out, go to bed!
This world is always unsatisfactory, always things and wishes. My mother is full of confidence in me and puts her greatest hope on me
However, I was very disappointed by my mother. I didn’t want to have any prospects, nor did I want to be a high-ranking official!
I only have one dream - to be a writer!
To be honest, my dream of being a writer was also facilitated by my mother. Who made her pile up one classic novel after another from ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign countries in front of me, regardless of whether I can understand or not, nor whether I can digest it: Look, look, read, read, read, read all these books!
Under the supervision of my mother, I lay on the desk all day long and swallowed one by one, swallowing it all, reading the wonderful, tortuous, tear-jerking, or laughing touching stories, chewing the words that were splashing and waving, looking at the life introduction of the author and their respectful photos on the title page, gradually I developed an unattainable and lofty ideal: I will definitely be a writer in the future!
I want to write books, I want to write many, thick and heavy books.
Once the goal was determined, I couldn't wait to pick up the pen and practice it. When my palms holding the pen fell on the neat manuscript paper tremblingly, I realized that there was a terrible blank in my head:
What to write? Is it Ah, what to write?
I thought hard, couldn't sleep at night, and didn't know the taste of the food
After several nights of scrubbing, I finally made a shocking and common work that almost caused a sensation in the entire dormitory building as I wished: a poor old farmer worked as a long-term worker for the evil landlord for a lifetime, and finally died of exhaustion, but I still did not pay off the debts owed to the landlord.
Three years later, the old farmer's daughter-in-law gave birth to another son. When he learned that his father had vomited blood because he was exhausted from carrying the work for the landlord, he planted the seeds of hatred in his childhood. He wanted to avenge his dead father. So he resolutely joined the revolutionary team and was determined to overthrow the old cannibal society.
The first reader of my masterpiece is of course my confidant Sun Xun. As he read it, he suddenly laughed and said, "I don't know why."
What are you laughing at? Where did I write it wrong?
Hehe, Sun Xun smiled at me mischievously: You don’t know where you wrote the wrong one?
I don't know! I'm not wrong!
Fool!
Sun Xun put down my masterpiece and taught me aloofly: Humph, I want to be a writer with this little culture. The old farmer has been dead for three years. Can his wife give birth to a child? Well, can you stop making trouble?
Oh, I asked confused: Why can't it?
cannot,
Why not!
Just can't!
Sun Xun and I were fighting from my house to his house with the newly published masterpiece. Sun Xun's mother was standing in front of the dressing table and slashing her eyebrows. When she heard our dispute, she immediately burst into laughter. Sun Xun walked to his mother's side: Mom, do you think it can?
Hahaha, Sun Xun's mother was so happy that she fell back and forth: Yes, yes, maybe she was a posthumous child!
However, Sun Xun said unconvincedly:
Even if you have a posthumous child, it is impossible to give birth to Ah in three years!
This incident was faster than the strong wind in autumn. The entire dormitory building and even the entire design institute knew about it. For a long time, I was so embarrassed that I dared not go out.
This incident deeply hurt my self-esteem, and at the same time, I educated me thoroughly. In order to make up for this lesson, I began to search for books about this knowledge in the box and cabinet.
However, in that special era, in that vigorous revolutionary movement, sex was regarded as a forbidden topic that could never be discussed in public, and sex was regarded as the dirty and least shameful thing.
I searched through all the books I could find in my home, but still couldn't find a book about talking about it
I have even read Engels' "The Origin of Family, Private Property". Although there are sexual discussions, it is too profound and as a primary school student, I can't understand it at all.
In disappointment, I stared at my mother's dressing table. There was a small drawer under the big mirror of the dressing table that was always locked. From the mysterious face of my mother when she opened the small drawer, I was sure that the invisible person must have contained something about the things between men.
I made up my mind to find a chance to open my mother's drawer
However, the keys in the small drawer are always in my mother's shoulder bag. Every day when I go to work, my mother always carries a small shoulder bag and is inseparable from her.
I tried many times, but I never got the key
God pays off. A very accidental opportunity made me observe the secret in the small drawer. It was a rest day. My mother participated in an event under the urging of her colleagues.
Before leaving, because she was too hasty, my mother only cared about telling me not to be naughty at home, not to twist the gas switch, etc., while chatting, she actually forgot to lock the drawer
This made me feel so happy. When my mother locked the door, I quietly slipped into my mother's bedroom and opened the small drawer excitedly. Ah, there was a sudden surprise in front of my eyes. I saw something I had never seen before.
……
Xiaoli, come here and wash your face, dad said
Xiaoli, stop playing, it's time to go to bed! Mom ordered
Especially my mother, in front of her, I am simply a robot without any thoughts and mental activities. Everything is done under the control of my mother.
I eat and sleep on time like a puppet under my mother's careful arrangement. My schedule cannot be bad for a minute, and my life trajectory will always remain unchanged and absolutely unchangeable.
Every morning, I have to get up on time at six o'clock, and then start folding the bedding, putting on clothes, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and going to the bathroom. My mother doesn't care much about my sister, but I care a little too much about me. She not only helps me put on clothes and wash my face, but also teaches me how to brush my teeth step by step. When I went to the bathroom, she followed me. She pinched the toilet paper in her hand, stood up as soon as I got up, and immediately ordered: Get your butt up!
So, I rushed my bare butt to my mother's face and raised it high. My mother wiped my butt very seriously, and then slapped my white palms on her butt provocatively: OK, stand up!
When I stood up, my mother still squatted at my feet and patiently helped me tie my belt: OK, tie it up, wash your hands and have breakfast soon!
In this way, my mother kept helping me wipe my butt, from childhood to childhood, from kindergarten to elementary school, and until the third grade of elementary school. During this period, I would not defecate without my mother. Without my mother, I don’t know how to wipe my butt.
From kindergarten to primary school, I have never even used the kindergarten and primary school toilets, and every time I am at home, my mom helps solve the ambassador's problem
Breakfast on time at 6:30. After breakfast, my mother who had been packing up and stopped, took my hand and went to school. At noon, I had lunch with my mother in the office. My mother didn't allow me to leave the office all afternoon. She sat at the desk and put on a sweater, while I sat next to her and read the text over and over again.
When my mother thought I was tired of reading, she allowed me to move freely for a while. The farthest range of activities was not allowed to walk out of the large corridor opposite the office.
After get off work, I went home with my mother, had supper, then washed my face and feet:
OK, go to bed!
Mom, I murmured. Mom looked at me and smiled knowingly. She walked to my bed and lifted up her clothes, revealing a pair of unusually white and greasy breasts: It’s really a waste of time, it’s all so big, and you still have to touch it!
In this world, what I remember most is my mother's breasts. I always think that my mother's breasts are the most beautiful, and this is an undeniable fact
Whenever my mother takes my hand and walks to work, the shaking peaks will always attract the entangled and evil eyes of men, which makes me both proud and annoyed. My mother's breasts belong to me, what do you think?
My mother's breasts were very large, and as a result, they fell deeply into her abdomen, forming two cute, beautifully curved hills, and two round, powerful nipples that hit the bra without hesitation, revealing a pair of imaginative small particles.
From childhood to childhood, my mother has milk that I can never finish and never drink enough
I hugged happily in my mother's breasts, swallowing the extremely nutritious milk in big mouthfuls, and playing with my plump breasts with endless love.
Whenever this time, my mother seemed so soft, and no longer taught me a lesson as coldly as usual, and scolded me for no reason. Instead, she lay silently on her side, and as I kept sucking, she couldn't help but moan: Ouch, oh, oh, son, bite it gently, my mother's sucking hurts so much!
I not only ignored my mother's words, but instead bit her with teasingly. A helpless smile appeared on her mother's face, and a fat hand stroked my head with great love: This little naughty, oh, you bit my mother so hard, oh, oh!
After weaning, I was still obsessed with my mother's breasts without any change. Every afternoon after school, when my mother was doing little work while teaching me to study, I deliberately leaned on my mother. When other colleagues were not paying attention, I secretly put my hand into my mother's chest and stroked her heart. My mother lowered her head and watched silently, occasionally muttering: OK, okay, I touched her enough!
Before going to bed every day, I have to touch my mother's breasts before I can get into bed
My most hopes that my father will always go on a business trip. Whenever my father is not home, I will sneak into my mother's bedroom after washing up. My mother, who has just finished washing, is sitting on the soft bed with her beautiful toenails trimming. When she saw me in, she stopped: Xiaoli, why are you not sleeping after washing?
Mom, I stood stubbornly beside my mother's bed. Mom understood it and she lifted the corner of the quilt: Oh, a child who is inexpensive, come in!
With my mother's permission, I happily climbed onto the bed and went into my mother's warm quilt. My mother sorted out the quilt and then got in.
I was so happy that I leaned against my mother's chest tightly, grabbed my mother's breasts and entered a sweet dream in a burst of unspeakable happiness.
My mother’s care for me is sincere and meticulous. This is the greatest love in the world - maternal love!
However, the greatest maternal love of my mother is definitely not without principles. Once I find out that I have done anything wrong, even if it is a little bit of insignificant mistake, my mother will immediately dimly lower her face and punish me without hesitation.
Xiaoli, come here, one Sunday morning, my mother cleaned all the houses, and the balcony was hung with my mother's newly washed clothes. She wiped a handful of sweat from her forehead and grabbed my Chinese textbook: Xiaoli, come here, stop playing, it's time to learn, dictation and new words!
When I heard my mother's order, I was so excited that I frowned and sat next to my mother. My mother was holding the Chinese textbook and chanting in a simplistic manner. I wrote it mechanically and listlessly. Because I was not interested, I often wrote mistakes. Either I wrote one less stroke or draw one more dot. I picked up the eraser and wiped the homework book hatefully:
Fuck, it was written wrong again!...
Pa--, a loud slap on my cheek, I immediately put down my pencil in pain, covered my little face in pain, and my mother taught me a lesson with a serious expression: Don’t scold people, it’s too uneducated to hear!
After saying that, my mother handed an apple as compensation for my beating: take it, eat an apple first, and then continue dictation!
I gnawed the red apple with tears in my eyes, but after nibbled for more than half, I couldn't get a sweet taste. I glanced at the remaining half of the apple, shook my little hand, and half of the apple flew out of the window with a whizzing sound.
Pa--, I was staring at half of the apple that jumped off the building. My mother was hit again with a ruthless face: Who told you to throw things downstairs? What should I do if I hit someone? This lacks public morality!
I covered my face and lay on the windowsill sobbed very aggrievedly. My mother walked over and gently stroked my face with her thin white palms: Child, my good son, you must be well-educated and not messy! Go, my mother pushed me: Go downstairs and play for a while!
Alas, it's pity!
However, in this dormitory building, there are people who are more pity than me. My best friend - Sun Xun, he is more pity than me. I can go downstairs to relax every day. Although it is not very long, it will not last more than an hour each time.
However, Sun Xun's mother locked Sun Xun in the house all day long, let alone going downstairs, she was not allowed to go to the corridor.
Only me and several other girls are qualified to visit Sun Xun's home. And, just like visiting prisons, there is a time limit. We just got into the fun, and Sun Xun's mother always gave up an order to expel guests:
You all go home, Sun Xun should learn! I wiped my tears and walked downstairs alone. The yard of the dormitory building was empty, and there was no one friend. Oh, who would you like to play with?
Suddenly, a noisy childish voice came from the collapsed brick walls. Needless to ask, the children in the bungalow area were playing with their heart's content!
I followed the sound and walked quietly. When I reached the gap of the brick wall, my feet suddenly became heavy as if they were filled with lead. Looking at the tilted brick wall, I was as if I was standing by a thunder pool, and I dared to take a step easily
My mother and all the uncles and aunts in the dormitory building all in unison to call the bungalow area outside the brick wall a slum, and we are not allowed to contact and play with them.
Xiaoli, I mustered up the courage to cross the collapsed brick wall. Suddenly, my mother's cold, but extremely terrifying shout came from behind. My mother didn't say much, but just the word Xiaoli was enough to make me tremble.
I stopped barefootly, then turned mechanically, my mother's head stuck out of the window and shook it sternly at me. I immediately understood that my mother was ordering me to go upstairs and go home.
Xiaoli, I pushed open the door timidly, and my mother grabbed my arm: Xiaoli, what did mom tell you? Hum?
Mom said: Don’t play with wild kids in slums!
But, what did you want to do just now? Are you going to drill through the brick wall to find those wild kids to play with?
No, I defended: Mom, I didn’t go over, there is a Liuliu by the wall, I want to pick it up!
That doesn’t work either. You can’t pick things casually, that’s so dirty!
The big wooden clock hanging on the wall screamed locally, and my mother stood up as if she was on a clockwork: It’s five o’clock, it’s time to have supper!
So my day ended like this. After dinner, as my mother chattered, I started washing my face and feet, and had to lay the quilt in a slanted manner. I was about to get into the quilt, but my mother put a stack of clothes dried during the day next to me: Don’t sleep first, change my shirt!
Mom, I changed it yesterday!
I know, but it's already dirty, don't talk nonsense, change it quickly, and I don't know how to clean it up!
Under my mother's gaze, I slowly took off all my clothes. My white little cock was shaking ridiculously between my crotch. I grabbed my shorts and was about to put them on to cover my shy little cock, but my mother gave me a very embarrassed order: Don't be busy wearing it for now!
Well, I looked at my mother with confusion, and saw her bringing a basin of warm water:
Lying down, mom wipes the calf and cow for you!
Mom, I don’t like mom doing this the most. How can a boy’s little cock be fooled by others? Even if you are my mother, I don’t welcome it.
However, my mother is strict, and her order is an imperial edict, and she cannot be disobeyed. I had to lie down obediently. My mother dipped her fat jade hand into the clean water in the basin, then held my little cock and rubbed it repeatedly.
It's so dirty, my mother said in a sarcastic tone: Stinky brat!
I will never understand why my mother is so interested in my little cock. She has to scrub me carefully every now and then. While wiping, my mother pulled away her thin foreskin, and her beautiful eyes were observing my cock head with a pair of beautiful eyes: Look, it’s all black mud inside, it’s so dirty!
After saying that, my mother picked up the soap and applied it on the head of the chicken, and wiped it constantly with her fingertips: The boy's calf must be cleaned frequently, otherwise she will get sick!
My mother muttered very seriously that she not only cleaned my cock, but also frequently cleaned my sister's urine. However, I was absolutely not allowed to be present. Whenever my mother cleaned my sister's urine, she would ruthlessly drive me out of the house: Go, my mother carried a small porcelain basin specially used to clean my sister's urine and said to me: Xiaoli, go downstairs and play for a while!
As soon as I walked out of the house, my mother closed the door to death with a bang. I heard my mother ordering her sister: Dongdong, take off her pants quickly!
When I grew up, I understood my mother and thanked her very much. My mother is a competent mother. Due to her care and love, my sister and I grew up healthily. We developed good living habits and could not say anything swearing from our mouths.
Moreover, we all have two rows of white and neat teeth that many people are extremely envious of.
Our physiological development is even more delicate, without any inflammation or symptoms
One year when I went to the countryside, the little girl who was playing with me suddenly covered her lower body and rolled on the ground with pain. The rural children didn't know what disease she had suffered. I suddenly remembered something: Her urine must be dirty, and bacteria were tortureing her!
Her mother believed me and brought her clean water to wash her urine. The little girl no longer rolled on the ground, no longer cried or made a fuss.
Whenever my mother cleans my little cock, I secretly stare at my mother's face. I find that my mother's face is filled with a happy look, as if she is holding not an ordinary little cock for peeing, but a baby that deserves my mother's pride and pride. That expression is only when my mother cleans me up and takes me to her office. It will only be revealed when she hears a series of praise from her colleagues:
Oh, your son is so beautiful!
It's Ah, Duojun's child Ah!
Not only are they handsome, but they are dressed more beautifully!
You are really good at serving your children!
Your son will definitely have a future and will definitely become a high-ranking official!
... Whenever I dream of my son Jackie Chan's mother's face is filled with infinite happiness and pride. She raised her head, held her small bag, and looked at me with a smile. Her eyes seemed to say: Hehe, how good, my son is, how beautiful, he is my baby Ah!
When my mother cleaned my little cock, her face was filled with this proud and happy look. After each wash, she smiled and whipped the little cock with her fingers: OK, wash it, get out, go to bed!
This world is always unsatisfactory, always things and wishes. My mother is full of confidence in me and puts her greatest hope on me
However, I was very disappointed by my mother. I didn’t want to have any prospects, nor did I want to be a high-ranking official!
I only have one dream - to be a writer!
To be honest, my dream of being a writer was also facilitated by my mother. Who made her pile up one classic novel after another from ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign countries in front of me, regardless of whether I can understand or not, nor whether I can digest it: Look, look, read, read, read, read all these books!
Under the supervision of my mother, I lay on the desk all day long and swallowed one by one, swallowing it all, reading the wonderful, tortuous, tear-jerking, or laughing touching stories, chewing the words that were splashing and waving, looking at the life introduction of the author and their respectful photos on the title page, gradually I developed an unattainable and lofty ideal: I will definitely be a writer in the future!
I want to write books, I want to write many, thick and heavy books.
Once the goal was determined, I couldn't wait to pick up the pen and practice it. When my palms holding the pen fell on the neat manuscript paper tremblingly, I realized that there was a terrible blank in my head:
What to write? Is it Ah, what to write?
I thought hard, couldn't sleep at night, and didn't know the taste of the food
After several nights of scrubbing, I finally made a shocking and common work that almost caused a sensation in the entire dormitory building as I wished: a poor old farmer worked as a long-term worker for the evil landlord for a lifetime, and finally died of exhaustion, but I still did not pay off the debts owed to the landlord.
Three years later, the old farmer's daughter-in-law gave birth to another son. When he learned that his father had vomited blood because he was exhausted from carrying the work for the landlord, he planted the seeds of hatred in his childhood. He wanted to avenge his dead father. So he resolutely joined the revolutionary team and was determined to overthrow the old cannibal society.
The first reader of my masterpiece is of course my confidant Sun Xun. As he read it, he suddenly laughed and said, "I don't know why."
What are you laughing at? Where did I write it wrong?
Hehe, Sun Xun smiled at me mischievously: You don’t know where you wrote the wrong one?
I don't know! I'm not wrong!
Fool!
Sun Xun put down my masterpiece and taught me aloofly: Humph, I want to be a writer with this little culture. The old farmer has been dead for three years. Can his wife give birth to a child? Well, can you stop making trouble?
Oh, I asked confused: Why can't it?
cannot,
Why not!
Just can't!
Sun Xun and I were fighting from my house to his house with the newly published masterpiece. Sun Xun's mother was standing in front of the dressing table and slashing her eyebrows. When she heard our dispute, she immediately burst into laughter. Sun Xun walked to his mother's side: Mom, do you think it can?
Hahaha, Sun Xun's mother was so happy that she fell back and forth: Yes, yes, maybe she was a posthumous child!
However, Sun Xun said unconvincedly:
Even if you have a posthumous child, it is impossible to give birth to Ah in three years!
This incident was faster than the strong wind in autumn. The entire dormitory building and even the entire design institute knew about it. For a long time, I was so embarrassed that I dared not go out.
This incident deeply hurt my self-esteem, and at the same time, I educated me thoroughly. In order to make up for this lesson, I began to search for books about this knowledge in the box and cabinet.
However, in that special era, in that vigorous revolutionary movement, sex was regarded as a forbidden topic that could never be discussed in public, and sex was regarded as the dirty and least shameful thing.
I searched through all the books I could find in my home, but still couldn't find a book about talking about it
I have even read Engels' "The Origin of Family, Private Property". Although there are sexual discussions, it is too profound and as a primary school student, I can't understand it at all.
In disappointment, I stared at my mother's dressing table. There was a small drawer under the big mirror of the dressing table that was always locked. From the mysterious face of my mother when she opened the small drawer, I was sure that the invisible person must have contained something about the things between men.
I made up my mind to find a chance to open my mother's drawer
However, the keys in the small drawer are always in my mother's shoulder bag. Every day when I go to work, my mother always carries a small shoulder bag and is inseparable from her.
I tried many times, but I never got the key
God pays off. A very accidental opportunity made me observe the secret in the small drawer. It was a rest day. My mother participated in an event under the urging of her colleagues.
Before leaving, because she was too hasty, my mother only cared about telling me not to be naughty at home, not to twist the gas switch, etc., while chatting, she actually forgot to lock the drawer
This made me feel so happy. When my mother locked the door, I quietly slipped into my mother's bedroom and opened the small drawer excitedly. Ah, there was a sudden surprise in front of my eyes. I saw something I had never seen before.
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