When the owner is away, the chicken is playing with the pot of shrimp…

How about it… that sentence is an idiom, my grandmother said so, it started from one evening, when I came back from visiting a maternity clinic and saw me, she said, “Tu, take the bag and save it for me…”

I held her medical bag, it was so heavy because it contained all the tools she brought with her, it felt like she was carrying the tools of the entire obstetrics clinic and shrinking them into this bag.

She washed her hands, took down a large banana leaf bag from the bike rack, poured it into a basin… oh, so many shrimps and prawns, mollusks jumping around, some big ones with black claws wriggling, sticking their legs out to grab, my hometown is also strange… shrimps smaller than chopsticks are called shrimps, big ones are called prawns, she asked the waiter to scoop her some ladles of water

I quietly watched her nimbly pick off the heads and peel off the shells of some big shrimps with her fingers. I was about to touch them to help her, but she said there were only a few. If I put my hand in, it would be too fishy and I would have to wash it. I wandered down the slope of the gate to look at the garden, not paying attention to how she picked up the shrimp heads. A moment later, I heard her chasing some hens running around the banana bushes. It turned out that while she was busy picking up the shrimps, she had washed them and forgotten the bowl. She turned back to the kitchen and brought them out… Oh my, the hens were sitting there watching when the owner was not home. They rushed in and made a mess, stealing some of my grandmother’s biggest shrimps.

I ran up to the yard and saw her laughing heartily…then she said the owner was away so the chicken was playing with the pot of shrimp…I sighed and said…my grandchild missed another delicious meal of river shrimp.

I told the chicken to eat, the chicken will grow up and we will kill it tomorrow, and how much did you buy this shrimp for?

Oh, she didn’t buy anything. She went to visit Mr. Thinh’s daughter-in-law, the fisherman, when he left he gave it to her… last night he let the fish go in the river, this afternoon he picked it up and the shrimp was still fresh, right? It was so delicious but the chicken ate it.

Both she and I laughed, the feeling of peace and serenity without worries, easily balancing the disadvantages for herself is something I will remember forever.

Now, in this garden, this room, when I quietly looked at my aunt, I suddenly remembered what she said… because just now in the yard, my aunt asked… if she was home today. I told my grandmother that she was staying at Mr. Ca Thinh’s house tonight, his daughter-in-law had a stomachache this afternoon.

My aunt hugged me tightly and laughed… today it’s just the two of us and Tam… hee hee…

I don’t understand what my aunt was thinking at that time…now she is doing the strangest things…

She bent down and kissed me lightly… sat up and whispered into the mute girl’s ear… go inside the room.

The mute girl held the clothes and smiled as she followed my aunt in…she rummaged through the blanket and put down the mosquito net…I saw the room in the light was brighter than before…a moment later my aunt came out…still naked, lying on her side, gently hugging me in her arms, her kiss still caressing my lips full of affection…sit up, my aunt said, carry me on your back

I sat down next to the bed, my aunt hugged me from behind, holding a pillow and a blanket. My steps with her holding me on her back were filled with emotions, filled with confusion and bewilderment. Her chest was so strong, pressed tightly against my back, my steps slowly carried her. The light lit up the room, my aunt sat on the edge of the bed.

The red peacock quilt that my aunt spread down as a mattress, inside the mosquito net glowed a bright pink color, the mute girl lay on her side with her belly resting on the small pillow, her legs leisurely hanging loosely, for so long now I have heard countless people in the village watching her silhouette, the words of praise and admiration speculating about her beauty now it was displayed simply, gentle, pure under the light of the oil lamp, the purity of her skin was like white jade, her small, rosy heels, going up gradually slimming her calves, her two plump, plump thighs because the mute girl was a pregnant woman with only a few months left to give birth… pulled up and closed tightly… the beloved land was dotted with young grass, sparse like baby hairs, passing over the protruding belly above, two young grapefruits still rosy, carrying sweet colostrum… both my aunt and I looked… silent… the silence was like a drop of wine seeping into each person’s blood vessels… suddenly my aunt tilted her head and said her voice Whispering in my ear…that’s Venus…isn’t she beautiful?

I nodded silently, looked down, and whispered in her mute ear…you have a beautiful heart, don’t you?

Story…the heart is a beauty queen..

Her smile was muted… her face glowed with a light pink, her cheeks as if the scent of alcohol had been poured on them… she was mute, not saying anything, not writing a single word in the notebook she still left at the head of the bed… it seemed like every expression just lit up on her face and sparkled with a smile… all those years of her life, now she felt the compliments of my aunt and me, so now she gently leaned over, stretched her legs, slightly opened her thighs… oh the pubic mound… the slit… the young grass exposed itself lying on its back… it was like a small field waiting for the rain to be watered… waiting for the rain for a long time, waiting for love and sexuality like the ego of every girl in life

Aunt Tham sat leaning close to her ear and whispered gently… do you want it… the mute girl shook her head slightly… you are very beautiful, this beauty only comes once in a thousand years, beautiful women are for showing off, heaven did not give you everything but gave you absolute beauty… for you and me to admire… I do not know where our lives will be tomorrow… but tonight live for yourself, okay?

I felt the mute girl in the silence, the quietest silence of everyday life.. suddenly my aunt pulled me to lie on my side.. head opposite the mute girl.. the soft buffalo pole protruded on the mound of young grass that was budding… the light in the mosquito net was soft… my aunt held the mute girl’s soft little hand and placed it on the soft buffalo pole.. I gradually felt the feeling of the mute girl’s small hand quietly caressing… slightly raising my neck to look up at the mute girl’s mound… through the slanted light, the shadow of the young grass was shimmering as if inviting… gently stroking my hand on the soft mound of young grass… the mute girl’s pussy suddenly opened slightly… aunt Tham was caressing with the mute girl down there.. the buffalo pole was now tense. Protruding out was a head of young white bamboo shoots… my aunt suddenly bent down to kiss the tip of the pole… kiss… kiss… gently pushing my butt to fall on her small lips mute…kiss it baby…mute girl suck it gently

Leaning over, she lifted her butt and leaned it back… the position was like gently pressing her pubic mound against her face… gently… her legs lifted up slightly… oh the whole sky… the sky of her slit… her pubic mound, exposed before her face…

In a moment…my aunt’s voice was as gentle as the wind blowing through the garden…lick me…lick my pussy…so gently…I’m 18 years old today I finally get to make love, to be cherished and treasured…

Everything was lost in ecstasy..everything was like a song gently lifting someone’s footsteps…like the sound of a flute flying high in the wind up there, the kite fluttering ecstatically..when she gently arched her hips, her legs contracted…her pubic mound thrusting up and down…into my face, the sound A…A echoed in the quiet night

My aunt and I suddenly fell silent…my aunt said she was happy, probably saying “Tu oi… hurry… go…”

My aunt turned the mute girl to lie on her side, her hips arched back…I spooned her…it felt like a small cricket entering a wet cave…

Click away, Tú…..aaaa…the mute girl’s voice was so soft….my aunt lay on her side behind me, gently pushing her belly in….her hand reached over and gently caressed the mute girl’s heavy breasts, fondling them….aunt said her heart has colostrum…Tu will be the baby’s breast later….hehe

The whole room seemed to be surging with a strange wave… the whole night seemed to be silent, frozen in time… calming the soul, silence enveloped… there were only sounds… her mute moans… suddenly my aunt jumped up… sat right next to my face… pulled my lips to her pussy, covering it open, below the pubic mound… the wet slit… my aunt pushed hard… pressed my lips to suck on the piece of flesh… down there the contractions surged strongly… the rhythm in and out of my aunt’s tightly closed wet cave… I sank… the feeling surged up here, sucking my aunt’s wet pussy tightly

Down there, the contractions… entangled like grinding and crushing the head… the buffalo tying post, tensing up… feeling like it’s caressing and toying… the tension goes away… waiting for the spasm to come… heroically ejaculating strongly…

Drifting silently on a raft… gently flowing downstream… the river of my hometown, melting away in the darkness of the quiet garden, the river of lust… today my mute life feels melting, gentle…

I don’t know what happiness is… I only feel the smell of lust, the smell of satisfaction fading away… a gentle, fleeting feeling when someone puts a blanket over me, the feeling of the cold January night in my hometown… down there, one side is a mute girl, the other side is an aunt… letting myself drift away