But the tragic thing finally came. The next year, my father's unit was divided into a new house. Our family of three moved into a spacious new house in the office's family courtyard. The new house is also a bungalow. From the courtyard, the double-opening door is the living room. There are two rooms on both sides of the living room. On the right side of the living room is a large bedroom, the dark side is a storage room, and on the left side of the living room is a shade side and a sun side, a total of two bedrooms are a shade side. On the left side of the living room is a shade side and a sun side.
On the first day of moving in, my parents happily led me into the bedroom on the left side of the balcony and said: Son, let’s take a look, this is your own room, see, this is a new bed I bought for you, and... Looking at the spacious and bright bedroom of my own, I couldn’t be happy. When my mother saw that I was not in high spirits, she gently stroked my head and asked: What’s wrong, son, don’t you like it?
I lowered my head and said: The room is very good, I like it too, but I don't want to sleep alone, I still want to sleep with you
The father laughed and said: Haha, does your son still want to play with his parents at night like before?
I nodded and replied: Yes
The mother beat my father in a angrily voice and said: Go ahead, what are you saying? It's in broad daylight, and you don't speak seriously.
My father said: OK, then I will only say it at night, I am afraid that I can't tell you this at night, you can say it better than me at night
My mother raised her hand to hit her again, but my father hurriedly begged for mercy: OK, I'll shoot you, I won't talk about this anymore, I'll say serious
As he said that, he sat down beside the bed and pulled me to him and said, "Son, in the past, our house was small and we could only live together. Your mother couldn't avoid you when we were in activities at night. In addition, you were young, so sometimes you would let you play with us. First, I think it's interesting to bring you with you, and second, it's also to let you know the things between men and women. But as you grow up day by day, you can't play with us. Because when men grow up, they can only play with their own wife. So you have to study hard now and find a good job in the future and marry a wife who is as beautiful as your mother. You have seen what your mother and I do at night. Then you can do that with your beautiful wife.
But if you don’t study hard and you won’t be able to find a wife, then no one will play such a game with you in the future. Do you know?
I blinked my big eyes and seemed to understand a little, and asked: Then, when will I grow up and get married?
My father said: It’s enough to go to work after graduating from college. Now you have to concentrate on studying and don’t think about anything else, especially the things that our family has to play at night. You can’t think about it, just want to study.
Because everyone wants to do this, dad comes like this too. At that time, dad just wanted to learn, so you have to do this too, do you understand?
I didn't quite understand why I couldn't think about it, but when I heard that my father was like this when he was a child, I said: OK, study hard like you
Dad said happily: What a good son of Dad, what do you want to eat today?
We did it for you... In the first few days of living in the new house, I couldn't sleep. I was lying on the bed and wondered if my parents were hugging each other again. But no matter whether I put my ears on the door or on the wall, I couldn't hear anything, because there was a large living room between our two bedrooms, and I didn't dare to open the door outside my parents' door to listen, for fear that the sound of opening the door would alarm them.
Two times when I was sleeping, I deliberately closed my door to facilitate the door opening and eavesdropping at night. Unfortunately, my parents have to check all the doors and windows before entering the bedroom to see if they are closed and locked, which also includes my door.
After the eavesdropping plan failed, as the homework increased, I didn't think about these things anymore. Every day I just went to school to listen to classes, then went home after school to eat and do homework. Sometimes I played with my classmates for a while, and I quickly fell asleep while lying in bed at night.
Later, in order to consolidate the results of the first conversation, my parents took time to chat with me twice, saying that I performed well and had good academic performance. They asked me to continue working hard and often bought me some new schoolbags, pencil cases, electronic watches and other gifts as encouragement.
Since then, my academic performance has always been very good and I am the class monitor, so I have a good reputation among my classmates. My classmates all like me very much and often ask me to study and do homework or play together, and of course, including female classmates.
Sometimes when I think of my mother's graceful naked body, I often peek at the female classmates in the same class, and often use the opportunity to play and play to touch and hug those beautiful girls. In summer, I pressed some female classmates on the bed at home and stroked them casually, lifted up their skirts, and pressed them up and rubbed their thighs with my little brother, or rubbed their vaginas through their underwear. Of course, I can only use the excuse of playing games, such as calling them a stacker, or making them secret, etc.
But no matter how beautiful the female classmates are, they can’t find the feeling of their mother back then. They are not as slender but plump as their mother, their white and tender skin, their round and firm breasts, their straight and slender legs, their smooth and straight buttocks, and their lovely and beautiful women like their mothers.
Maybe they will have these in a few years, but they don’t, so I gradually lost interest in these bean sprouts and put all my experiences on learning.
Time flies very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, a few years have passed. In the past few years, I have been studying very well. I always ranked among the top few in the grade in every exam, and I have always been in the class leader.
But sometimes I always think of the happy scenes with my parents. Now I know a lot of things, such as: Dad’s big cock is called the penis, Mom’s small hole is called the vagina, Dad’s exercises with Mom at night are called fucking, Mom’s mother’s comfort is at its peak and it is climax.
Moreover, since last year, my little brother has been able to get an erection. Although he is still a little smaller than his father's, he is still much thicker than in previous years. Compared with other classmates, I think my little brother should be able to have the conditions to fuck him now.
After coming to the junior high school campus, I saw that the older sisters who had already begun to develop in the third grade of junior high school felt that they were still much worse than their mothers, but they were always much better than the bean sprouts in elementary school and first grade. But then I knew that I could only enjoy my eyes, because I just went to the first grade of junior high school to start with the older sister in junior high school. How difficult is this task? Alas, keep studying hard.
On the first day of moving in, my parents happily led me into the bedroom on the left side of the balcony and said: Son, let’s take a look, this is your own room, see, this is a new bed I bought for you, and... Looking at the spacious and bright bedroom of my own, I couldn’t be happy. When my mother saw that I was not in high spirits, she gently stroked my head and asked: What’s wrong, son, don’t you like it?
I lowered my head and said: The room is very good, I like it too, but I don't want to sleep alone, I still want to sleep with you
The father laughed and said: Haha, does your son still want to play with his parents at night like before?
I nodded and replied: Yes
The mother beat my father in a angrily voice and said: Go ahead, what are you saying? It's in broad daylight, and you don't speak seriously.
My father said: OK, then I will only say it at night, I am afraid that I can't tell you this at night, you can say it better than me at night
My mother raised her hand to hit her again, but my father hurriedly begged for mercy: OK, I'll shoot you, I won't talk about this anymore, I'll say serious
As he said that, he sat down beside the bed and pulled me to him and said, "Son, in the past, our house was small and we could only live together. Your mother couldn't avoid you when we were in activities at night. In addition, you were young, so sometimes you would let you play with us. First, I think it's interesting to bring you with you, and second, it's also to let you know the things between men and women. But as you grow up day by day, you can't play with us. Because when men grow up, they can only play with their own wife. So you have to study hard now and find a good job in the future and marry a wife who is as beautiful as your mother. You have seen what your mother and I do at night. Then you can do that with your beautiful wife.
But if you don’t study hard and you won’t be able to find a wife, then no one will play such a game with you in the future. Do you know?
I blinked my big eyes and seemed to understand a little, and asked: Then, when will I grow up and get married?
My father said: It’s enough to go to work after graduating from college. Now you have to concentrate on studying and don’t think about anything else, especially the things that our family has to play at night. You can’t think about it, just want to study.
Because everyone wants to do this, dad comes like this too. At that time, dad just wanted to learn, so you have to do this too, do you understand?
I didn't quite understand why I couldn't think about it, but when I heard that my father was like this when he was a child, I said: OK, study hard like you
Dad said happily: What a good son of Dad, what do you want to eat today?
We did it for you... In the first few days of living in the new house, I couldn't sleep. I was lying on the bed and wondered if my parents were hugging each other again. But no matter whether I put my ears on the door or on the wall, I couldn't hear anything, because there was a large living room between our two bedrooms, and I didn't dare to open the door outside my parents' door to listen, for fear that the sound of opening the door would alarm them.
Two times when I was sleeping, I deliberately closed my door to facilitate the door opening and eavesdropping at night. Unfortunately, my parents have to check all the doors and windows before entering the bedroom to see if they are closed and locked, which also includes my door.
After the eavesdropping plan failed, as the homework increased, I didn't think about these things anymore. Every day I just went to school to listen to classes, then went home after school to eat and do homework. Sometimes I played with my classmates for a while, and I quickly fell asleep while lying in bed at night.
Later, in order to consolidate the results of the first conversation, my parents took time to chat with me twice, saying that I performed well and had good academic performance. They asked me to continue working hard and often bought me some new schoolbags, pencil cases, electronic watches and other gifts as encouragement.
Since then, my academic performance has always been very good and I am the class monitor, so I have a good reputation among my classmates. My classmates all like me very much and often ask me to study and do homework or play together, and of course, including female classmates.
Sometimes when I think of my mother's graceful naked body, I often peek at the female classmates in the same class, and often use the opportunity to play and play to touch and hug those beautiful girls. In summer, I pressed some female classmates on the bed at home and stroked them casually, lifted up their skirts, and pressed them up and rubbed their thighs with my little brother, or rubbed their vaginas through their underwear. Of course, I can only use the excuse of playing games, such as calling them a stacker, or making them secret, etc.
But no matter how beautiful the female classmates are, they can’t find the feeling of their mother back then. They are not as slender but plump as their mother, their white and tender skin, their round and firm breasts, their straight and slender legs, their smooth and straight buttocks, and their lovely and beautiful women like their mothers.
Maybe they will have these in a few years, but they don’t, so I gradually lost interest in these bean sprouts and put all my experiences on learning.
Time flies very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, a few years have passed. In the past few years, I have been studying very well. I always ranked among the top few in the grade in every exam, and I have always been in the class leader.
But sometimes I always think of the happy scenes with my parents. Now I know a lot of things, such as: Dad’s big cock is called the penis, Mom’s small hole is called the vagina, Dad’s exercises with Mom at night are called fucking, Mom’s mother’s comfort is at its peak and it is climax.
Moreover, since last year, my little brother has been able to get an erection. Although he is still a little smaller than his father's, he is still much thicker than in previous years. Compared with other classmates, I think my little brother should be able to have the conditions to fuck him now.
After coming to the junior high school campus, I saw that the older sisters who had already begun to develop in the third grade of junior high school felt that they were still much worse than their mothers, but they were always much better than the bean sprouts in elementary school and first grade. But then I knew that I could only enjoy my eyes, because I just went to the first grade of junior high school to start with the older sister in junior high school. How difficult is this task? Alas, keep studying hard.
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