crotch life

Author: ygszygsz
Word count: 36559
Chapter 1 Grandma’s hand

There is no distinction between high and low in life. We all come from a string of extremely simple polymers hundreds of millions of years ago. At that time, it was only doing simple activities of splitting, splitting, and splitting again, and the purpose of all its activities was to continue to split better. Then there were three paramecia, primitive fish and algae, and then there were reptiles and ancient animals and plants like ginkgo trees, and then mammals and modern plants. Human beings existed in the chain of life almost for the shortest time.

However, it is precisely human beings, such extremely selfish and arrogant animals, who not only divide life into high, high, and low, but also differentiate themselves into high and low. The culprit is the so-called culture, the so-called civilization. Therefore, in the history of life, masters and slaves, nobility and baseness are recorded. It is said that there was a very long historical period called slave society, which shows the prevalence of slavery at that time. As a historical stage, after thousands of years of development, the slave society disappeared in most parts of the world, replaced by feudal society, capitalist society, etc., but human beings seem to permanently retain the genes of driving and driven, enslaved and enslaved. Don’t forget that heredity not only exists in the human body, but also in human society, or it is called inheritance. Thus, there were untouchables in India, Mongolians and Southerners in China (Yuan Dynasty in China).
I will inherit it! But I only inherit servility. This has to start from the beginning, because servility is probably a recessive gene, which can only become dominant under certain conditions. From this point of view, maybe all people have slavishness hidden in their bodies, but most of them don’t have it.

Childhood was carefree and happy, and so was my childhood. Especially when my grandma’s hands are touching my dick, I am happier. Grandma had given birth to five children, the first two were girls and the third was a boy, but they died soon after. The fourth child is a girl again, and her father is the youngest, who is 18 years older than her eldest aunt. Because grandma got a son when she was old, she is naturally very precious. She loves the house and the crow, and she is even more affectionate to my little grandson, like a jewel in the palm of her hand.

Children’s eyes are discerning, and they can tell who is the cutest person. Grandma’s doting made me unable to leave her for almost a moment, so when I was three years old, I had to sleep with my grandma under the same quilt. Probably male worship, my grandma used to put her hand on my dick and stroke it. Around the time I was about five or six years old, I found the touch so comforting, warm and exciting, I was almost enjoying it already.
But this kind of touching is not always as expected, so when I was young, I instinctively and tentatively thought of a way.

A few times when I just lay down, I put grandma’s hand near my belly button, and then pushed grandma’s hand down with my own little handslide. With shyness and excitement, I let my grandma’s hand pass through the skin of my tender belly, and finally rest on the small cocoon to enjoy the caress. A few times down, my grandma also had a tacit understanding. As long as I lay next to me, my dick was almost always in her hands. Perhaps, she is enjoying the immature male, and I am really enjoying the warm and soft feeling of my lower body. It was an indescribable experience, a passive pleasure of being loved, caressed and even ravaged. Since then, this feeling has seduced me for more than twenty years.

For a long time, I have always slept in grandma’s bed with my small body completely naked. One day, my mother said that I should wear shorts to sleep, so she bought me a pair of panties with a dick. That night, I was lying next to my grandma in my panties, and suddenly realized that I might lose my grandma’s touch because of these panties. Whenever that hand is habitually placed between my legs, a thin layer of cotton blocks that desire. There was no way Grandma could get her hand in through the elastic band of her panties, let alone through the opening of the cock, and it was impossible for me to hold her hand in. That would be too obscene for both of us. I’d love to take off that damn panty right away, but I can’t, that would be too unnatural and embarrassing. I endured it until the next day and told my mother that my panties were too tight and I couldn’t sleep. My mother bought another one that day and asked me to wear it when I went to bed. If I quit, she beat me, and when I cried, she beat me and beat my butt very hard, but in the end she gave in. Grandma was very distressed and kept stroking my poor little butt while sleeping. And at this time, I found that touching after being beaten, feeling wronged, self-pitying, and being loved by others is more beautiful, especially this kind of touching after being whipped and loving after being humiliated.

But I quickly lost it. After that incident, it may be that grandma reflected on the influence of her touch on me, and soon she resolutely “separated” from me. I am very reluctant, but there is no way. I sleep by myself, but I refuse to wear any clothes. Sleeping alone, I lost my grandma’s touch and couldn’t fall asleep. I put my hands on my little cock and rubbed it and it felt better? ? Both the pleasure of touching and the pleasure of being touched. I touched every inch of my skin, especially my buttocks and tender pussy, wanton and happy.

Section 2 The game of humiliation

Until I graduated from elementary school, my physique was not very good. I could not say that I was weak, but rather weak. Therefore, when I played with my friends, I was always at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength. I remember that it was during the summer vacation of the third grade of primary school, at the house of a neighbor friend, we probably included four children including me and played together with an older brother who was the cousin of one of our children. I also forgot why, maybe it was something I said that annoyed my cousin. He ordered the other three children to push me down to the ground, tied my hands and feet with a hemp rope, and then asked a child to take off my pants. He beat my buttocks with a belt.It was a kind of jest-like whipping, not very heavy, but very painful. It was the first time that I was exposed naked on such an occasion, and my face was blushing, a kind of being