Sago Lane, in the heart of Singapore’s Chinatown, was snuggled in the midst of the oriental enchantment of a thriving British colony. Endowed with the mysticism of the East, it was a famous local landmark in the 1950s. To the clinical observing eyes of a Westerner, Sago Lane then had a uniqueness of its own as a street of flowers, paper and wood. The narrow straight lanes were home to a certain kind of human being. Those human being without life, that is. For Sago Lane then hustled and bustled with funeral parlors and shops selling products to accompany the dead in their long sojourn to the underworld.
As I walked that late afternoon along Sago Lane, my mind was not focused on or distracted by the unusual business activities of the shops along this colourful street. After all, I had walked down this same route for many years since my early childhood. And even after my own parents decided to move the family away from our last home in the same first floor flat which we shared with the Lee family, I had always been making that weekly pilgrimage to visit my god parents Jait Hoe and his wife Li-Lian. On that Monday afternoon, I knew that my godfather would be at home as it was a rest day for him.
Jait Hoe or Uncle Jake as I would normally address him opened the door. He stood immodestly bare chest in his white hand sewn brief. He was smiling and was expecting me. He had seen me growing up before his eyes and had accepted me as his own son. A short and stubby man of five feet and worn out by years of toil as a hawker in Singapore’s Chinatown, he looked much older than his fifty years with his fading hair line crowned by a thatch of white hair. Yet despite his serious looking face, he had a heart of gold and a good sense of humour that made him always a joy to anyone who had the fortune to beget his acquaintance.
“Come in. Hung and Li-lian are out shopping this afternoon.”
“It’s alright. I will come back later.” As I turned to retrace my steps down the dark clammy staircase, which was the standard architecture of the row of pre-war buildings in the heart of busy Sago Lane, Uncle Jake spoke again.
“Robert, why don’t you come in and wait for her. They should be back very soon. I am not feeling too well today and have come back early from the stall. Perhaps we can have a chat till the ladies come home.”
I responded to his kind invitation and made my way into the front section of the building, which was occupied by the Hoe family. The Hoes had been family friends and I had grown up with Hung, their youngest daughter who had become my childhood paramour. At eighteen years, Hung was one year my junior, but she was one of the sweetest creature in the neighbourhood. I had seen her blossomed from a cheeky and talkative child into a fine specimen of the female sex. To say that I was infatuated by her giggling and smiling disposition was an understatement. I was totally engrossed by her charm and harboured the deepest wish to make her to be my life time partner one day. Uncle Jake and Aunt Li-lian knew of my fascination for their daughter. They spared no efforts to make me comfortable at home during my daily visits to their home to see Hung. My parents who were on good terms with the Hoes were also very supportive of my efforts to win the heart of this young lady. She had all the elegance of a female member of the Chinese race.
I sat with Uncle Jake in front of the windows, surveying the street not batting much of an eyelid at the occasional funeral possession that passed below. Sago Lane, in 1969, after all had its unique local fame as the street of death where locals patronised the row of funeral parlours and casket makers. With few alternate facilities to mourn their loved ones who had left this mundane world for the after world of the Chinese race, Sago Lane had never been busier with those locals who could not afford the more lavish expenses of a proper Chinese funeral send off.
With cheap local beer flowing from our glasses, we were soon the best of friends talking without the generation gap that existed between him and me. Uncle Jake was very much unlike my own parents who were ever so strict about the need for propriety. He was so down to earth. Alcohol was out for me at home until I could make my own dole to pay for it. But in his simple life making a living selling fried noodles, Hung’s father found beer to be the drink it was designed for, a drink for pleasure and for relaxation. I was introduced to this yellow liquid during one of my regular visits to his home at the tender age of fourteen when Hung was my neighbour. Time had passed so fast and she was able to sustain my interest in her with her simple honesty and faithfulness that our respective families had accepts us as two young underage sweethearts.
As the smell of burning sandalwood incense permeated the atmosphere, my future father-in-law and I were lured into a somewhat intoxicated stupor by the flagrancy and the wonderful effects of alcohol. Or perhaps it was the total familiarity of Hung’s father and me for he suddenly burst out with a delightful grin and talked to his prospective son-in law like one adult to another.
“Robert, I know that you are only coming to nineteen. At your age, Li-lian and I were already married and she was bearing Hung’s elder brother. I supposed it may be a bit too early for you to think about tying the knot with Hung since you are so ambitious and would like to go into the university after your higher school certificate.”
“Uncle, we are too young to think about marriage. But I am very fond of Hung and she is the sweetest girl I have ever known.”
He was not put off by my candid reply and pursued the subject further, but I was not aware that on that day, he was planting the seed to my future misadventure with his family. Not in the way he had intended to anyway.
“Yes, I know. Hung is a bit too young to be married to you now. As a girl, she cannot really experience much of the joy of an adult experience because her mother would certainly want her to be a virgin till she has properly gone through the tea ceremony. But you are strong and should try a bit of fun like me outside the knowledge of the old lady.”
My ears instantly turned into the high quality microphone that it was designed for as his adult talk fascinated me. Uncle Jake had never been so open in his conversation in the past and especially in the presence of Hung and his wife. Suddenly, I found in him a potential tutor who could teach me about the facts of life. At nineteen, I was no longer a young child. I had an active and normal body and had learnt from my schoolmates about those adult things and adolescent fantasies, which had passed through the minds of boys of that age. Some have experienced relationships with adult women and were able to describe in depth their sexual adventures. But for me, I could not find someone to talk to at home about such a sensitive subject. Not to my own highly conservative parents and certainly not to ladies like Hung and Li-lian.
“I don’t really know what you meant, uncle. Papa and Mama had told me to control myself as I could get into trouble playing with ladies.”
“Oh, you are so simple and naive. Not, if you know how to take care of yourself. You can have some fun at this age and still be faithful to Hung. Have you seen her body beyond the dress she is wearing?” I was feeling embarrassed by Uncle Jake’s questioning. Especially the last question concerning his very own daughter. What Hung had done to me was none of his business and I was not prepared to reveal to her father her secret feminine charms, which I was not unfamiliar with. Yet, it would have been a disgrace to her for her own father to know about what had transpired between her and me in her bedroom when the family is out of the house. I turned my face downwards and gave a meek reply. “No, Hung is a good girl and we don’t do shameful things together.”
“Ha. Ha. After all you are a young man and should learn to be a man. Women are there for us to enjoy and to bear our babies.” He continued with his simple wisdom of the place that all women were destined for. To be faithful wives and baby makers while the breadwinners had all the opportunities to sow their wild oats. To be fair to him, local females in the 1960s were not tainted by Western concepts of women liberation and many would have quietly and meekly accepted the male dominance of the family. Uncle Jake was not the unique species of the Chinese male. He was the norm and he continued to talk openly about what he considered were the rights of the older generation males who married for the sole purpose of sustaining the family lines.
“Robert, you are so square. That ‘fa hai’ (female genitals) between a woman’s legs is not there just to bear babies. It can be a lot of fun to a man. I suppose you have never seen one close-up before?”
“No. I have not seen any before.” I stuttered in my reply, not wishing to offend him and at the same time wishing that he would not ask if I had ever peeped at that furry burrow between Hung’s legs.
“That’s a shame. When I was half your age, I had already seen and even furtively touched some fine specimens of those cock pleasers.”
“I don’t have the opportunities that you had Uncle. What were they like to you then?” I replied cheekily without offence.
“I could see my mother’s from a distance while she was making love at night. It was not that alluring to my sight because she was my mother. But those unmarried aunts and their friends provide some opportunities for me to sample. And they were so much more attractive.” I was feeling randy with his open talk and wanted him to continue with his description of his post adolescence experiences. Hence I decided to give him some moral support by sharing some of my own personal experiences.
“I had also seen my parents making love at night when I was sleeping with them when we were living at the back of this building. But in our new home, we have separate rooms and it’s been years since I had slept with them. What they were doing was very exciting, but I feel that I must not be too eager to get myself dirtied by a lady. I would like to try it with Hung when we are married.” I replied sheepishly and honestly as we continued to refill our glass. The alcohol was having its desired effect on me and we talked with more abandon. Suddenly Uncle Jake seemed to be reactivated by my reply and his feeling of tiredness was dissipated by my candour.
“Yes, I know it is difficult to see your parents having sex and not been able to have it yourself. When I was at my puberty stage, it was a torture to sleep in the same room with my parents and seeing them doing their duties to each other. I had to masturbate myself each time when they were making love. I suppose you must also be spilling your seeds sometimes. It’s such a waste. If Hung were older, I would not mind even if you try it with her before marriage since you are so attached and committed to her to make her your future wife. But you can’t now and Li-lian would never allow it. Have you had any sexual affair with an older woman?” He asked as a matter of fact way. I was taken aback by his forthrightness and began to turn red in the face. But he did not take much notice; perhaps because of the effects of the alcohol we had been imbibing as he continued with his raucous talk.
“Robert, that young cock of yours is not meant to be kept inside your trousers all the time. Especially when you are young and so strong. It will excite those ladies who longed to be screwed by a stiff weapon. Mine is no longer as good after all these years of usage, but it could still make Li-lian beg for more. And she doesn’t know that I am having nights of fun out in Geylang. It’s a bit too close to home to go to Keong Siak Street too often, but Geylang is a bit safer and quieter.”
“It’s not such a bad thing to start now to gain the experience. Since the ladies are out, why don’t we slip down to Keong Siak Street to have a massage and you can have a proper look at what a ‘fa hai’ (cunt) looks like on an adult woman. It must be much more attractive than that small furry burrow between Hung’s legs. Once you have seen one at close hand, you will know that her mother and your Mama have the same thing. That’s the part, which we men must learn how to enjoy. I don’t know how much time I have to use my old cock to screw as Li-lian is complaining that it is not as hard as before. But I am still able to go into a ‘fiery cave’ of a call girl without any trouble. Much better than fucking your very own wife and they are all so well trained to please.”
“Thank you, but I won’t want to catch the disease. Honestly, I have not even peep at Hung’s body. We are too young for that.” I replied with a touch of implied innocence.
“Oh, you simple fool, you can’t catch any germs if you wear a protective. I will let you have a few before you enter the room so that if you are game, you can go all the way. Those girls are so easy to enter and you will find it such a difference than playing with yourself or having Hung to bring you off. You have a massage first and don’t worry about the bill as I will pay for your education.” He offered his generosity without hesitation and seeing that I was still undecided on whether to take up his offer, he added. “Let’s go now while we have the chance and you can compare it with Hung’s possession later. There is a lot of opportunity to do that when you come and visit her when the old lady is out. But for now, let’s enjoy what is rightfully ours as men.”
I was still unsure of the wisdom of an involvement with ladies of the night at my age and shook my head. But Uncle Jake was equally determined that he should educate me in the ways of an adult as he saw fit and was not willing to accept my reluctance without trying another tack.
“Okay, if you are not ready to jump into the deep end now, perhaps you can have a massage and nothing more. Feel the heat of a ‘fa hai’ and know how a woman’s body responds. And if you want to see how the man goes into a woman’s body, I will have the ‘tai cheh’ (madam) arrange for a room where you can peep through the hole on the dividing wall to see how I’m going about slaughtering the chicken. Let’s go now.”
I was totally unprepared for this first experience, but at the same time, I was not prepared to offend him as my future father-in-law. I decided to change tack and asked him to bring me to a girlie bar instead that evening.
“Uncle, Hung will be back soon. I would love to go with you to a bar instead as I had heard so much about the fun drinking at such places. Maybe you can take me that this evening and I will surely like to go with you for a massage maybe sometime next week when I am more prepared.”
“Okay Robert, we will go to a bar instead. Let me tell you about the first time I saw my parents making love in the middle of the night.”
We continued with a most fascinating conversation as Uncle Jake described his family background and his sex education process before the return of Hung and her mother. I spent the next two hours listening to his rambling of his childhood days and his description of his feelings when he first saw his parents engaging in the coupling act.
My future father-in-law Jait Hoe recounted his early voyeuristic experiences as we sat and sipped beer on the balcony of his house in Sago Lane. Speaking in a matter of fact way, he began his revelations.
“I was raised in Hong Kong. My family lived like packed sardines in a small flat in Sheungwan district. Living conditions at home were not exactly ideal in those early years. My mother was a prolific breeder and when the family grew in numbers, there was the constant need to squeeze every available square foot of floor space in the two room flat to provide the sleeping area for the children. The house furniture had to be sized and arranged to provide more free-living area. And in the evening, the hall was converted into a bedroom for the younger children.”
“I suppose we are not better off here in Chinatown than you were then?” I interjected.
“No, we have more space here. In Hong Kong, space was always a premium and my parents had to cope with what they could afford for that moment. And even when there were finally eight of us, we continued to live in that small apartment unit. Yet we all accepted what we had and were happy as a family. It was many years later before they could afford the luxury of a larger home.” He replied.
“Well, we had six in one room when we were living in my house.” I added.
“My Hong Kong home was just like that, except that the whole flat was not much bigger than your room before. If we called this place a slum, I don’t really know how to describe those housing blocks in Sheungwan.”
“Uncle, even here the crowded housing conditions provide little personal privacy for the occupants. Yours must be much worse then.”
“Very much so. But then, we were all not within the wealth category of those local citizenry who were able to pay the price for privacy in the less densely populated areas of the British colony. In our own neighborhood, the housing blocks were built close to each other to maximise the plot ratio of the available land area. The residents in each small apartment unit could clearly see through the windows of their neighbors and know what they were doing inside their homes. It was thus common to see thick curtains being used to shield the house interiors from the prying eyes of the neighbors. Especially in the evenings when the family was all at home and the lights were switched on to reveal more of the details of life beyond the windows. Likewise, there was no sound barrier between the neighboring units because of the poor insulation quality of the walls and the close locations of the units. The occupants thus had to speak in lower voice tones. Except for the older folks. They were less concern about being heard by others and one could always hear their continuous chatters and babbles all day long. However, we were to be oblivious of this lack of personal privacy and adapted well. Even my parents.”
I could sympathise with him for I knew then what crowded living was like, but in any case we were happy and took little notice of our surroundings. Uncle Jake continued to talk and his description became more colorful as I tried to get him to tell me more about his sexual experiences. But he was not in the mood to be rushed, especially as his recollections flashed through his mind.
“As a child those close intimate contacts between members of the immediate family, led me to lose all sense of modesty with my parents at a very young age. And as the only child I had special status amongst the siblings and my parents were more liberal with me. The intimacy that existed between my parents and me was of a more profound level than that achieved between my sisters and my parents. I was the doting child. I was privy to more of the secrets, which existed within the family. And I was never treated as other than the innocent “precious one” who could hear and could see what the other children were not privy to. And with Mum having all the time in the house as the ultimate housekeeper, it was inevitable that I got more familiar with her. Too familiar in fact in this very crowded family home. And under those conditions that I was brought up, I acquired my knowledge on the facts of life from the experiences of my parents at a very tender age.”
His last description led me to expect him to go into details and I blurted out without giving a thought of creating offence to him as my senior, “You mean you made love to your mother?”
“Not exactly. As a married couple, my parents had relatively lesser freedom for expressing themselves to each other at home compared with a couple living in a countryside home in the New Territory. They could not openly display their affection for each other in public or in their own home. They had to adapt to this constraint from the time their children were born. But they did not mind as they were used to similar living conditions when they were young.”
“So you were familiar with what your parents were doing in bed?” I continued to stir our conversation.
“Not exactly. We were perhaps growing up in a fairly westernised home environment even though as a Chinese family, we were taught to be conservative in matters concerning things sexual. However I was quite familiar with the naked forms of my mother and father and also my sisters. Sometimes, it was simply not possible for parents to be modest in front of their own children despite their best possible precautions. And hence it was possible at times for the children to see our parents in less modest coverings in the house. And each of us was also able to accidentally see the other’s body especially as there was only one small bathroom with toilet in the house. But then from an early age, we were not too conscious of each other even though our parents always demanded that we be modest in our behavior. It was only when the girls reached their puberty and became more aware of the need for modesty that casual contacts between the children became taboo.”
“Did you see them making love?”
“Like any normal married couple, my parents lived an active sexual life. They had to cope with the crammed conditions in the house. Intimate contacts between them were not possible unless the children were all asleep. For them it was very difficult indeed as they had by necessity to share their bedroom with my sister Jane and me. When Mum and Dad made love, they had to use their blanket as a camouflage especially during cooler weather conditions. Love making to them was a discrete activity and done surreptitiously. On most occasions, the only exposed part of the body for the performance of the act was the two essential organs. Fore play was not something, which was considered important, as they had to complete the act quickly. Sex to them was thus more for procreation than for the added value of sensual enjoyment of the bodies. It was only when their wanton desires exceeded their sense of modesty that they would completely disrobe and have a proper duration for love making and copulation. However we children never got to see them during their physical sex.”
My randy feelings increased with his gradual stoking of the fire in his conversation and he could sense that I was all ears for him to talk about how adults made love during his time. But he was in no hurry to rush to a description of what was the ultimate information I wanted to hear.
“However, in the hotter summer months, it was not practical for them to sleep with blankets. Air-conditioning was not a standard feature of our type of housing in Hong Kong in those early days. And as I was to discover in my latter years when my mother told could talk things sexual to me as an adult, my parents had to throw caution to the wind and hope that there was no third pair of eyes to see what they were doing in bed.” He continued.
“I did not know much about what sex was all about until three years ago. And then we moved next door and I haven’t been able to see Dad and Mum making love at night. How old were you when you first find out about the female body?” I offered my piece of information.
“When I was in my puberty years, I became more aware of the human body. I had often seen my parents changing clothes in the bedroom. It strange because as a child, nudity was something so normal until those sex hormones began to change your body. With such an upbringing, I felt no sense of discomfort to see my parents in the nude. However as an Oriental couple, they still tended to be modest and conservative and frequently would only change behind close doors when there was no one around. However, being the only son, I was their pet and hence treated more partially and liberally than the other girls in the family. This led to a very much closer familiarity between me and my parents.”
“I suppose that explains why Hung is also so close to you and her mother. Was your mother very liberal in such things as sex education with you?” I responded in kind.
“With her Chiu Chau upbringing, Mum held old social values and was very sensitive to those things which concerned the human female body. I was to learn from her the extremity of her belief in the curse of the female sexual organs. One day, in trying to help her with the washing, I threw Jane’s dirty underwear into the washing machine. She immediately admonished me.”
Uncle Jake’s eyes lit up as he described the subsequent dialogue with his mother.
“”Jake, don’t put the girls’ panties into the machine. They should not be washed with your father’s clothing.”
“Why not?” I asked in surprise.”
“Because women’s underwear are unclean. They should not be put into the machine to contaminate your father’s clothing. It will bring bad luck to him.””
“But they are the same as mine. They are not dirty or smelly.”
“I don’t mean smelly, dear. I mean unclean because they have been in contact with a girl’s ‘yin po’.”
My mother was one of those very feminine and polite creatures who would seldom like to call a spade as a spade. The female genital was always known by its very correct grammatical form of female section or ‘yin po’.
“I still do not understand. Why, unclean? Are yours also unclean?” I asked very cheekily.
“Yes, I don’t know how to explain to you. Take it from me that these are not good to be washed with men’s clothing. As a boy, you should not touch them. Understand?”
“Is it that only the panty is unclean? What about the dresses?”
“The dresses are okay. But not the panties?”
“What about my brief?”
“It is okay to wash your brief with your father’s clothing.”
“You mean the ‘hai’ makes the panty unclean? Is the ‘hai’ so dirty?”
“Naughty boy. Don’t ever use the word ‘hai’ (cunt) again. Say ‘yin po’.” She admonished me for uttering the Chinese equivalent of cunt.
“Sorry, I did not mean it. Will your ‘yin po’ make your panty unclean, Mum?”
“Yes, the ‘yin po’ makes the panty unclean. Now don’t ask me such embarrassing questions again. Just don’t do it.”
I was deeply puzzled. But in trying to please her, I simply nodded my head.”
At this juncture, I could detect in Uncle Jake a sense of sentimental longing for his early childhood that was tinged with happy recollections. I decided to let him continued with his description of what were happy memories even though I was more keen to know about sex in his home. I added my comparative evaluation of his mother.
“Uncle, from what you said, your mother was as conservative as my Mum is today. My Mum would also not allow the girl’s panties to be washed together with the boys’” But Uncle Jake was not to be distracted by my opinion and continued.
“As a child, I was allowed to snuggle in bed with Mum and Dad. My close bond with Mum especially led to a very close sense of trust and intimacy. I was also close to my sisters, but I always felt that they were different. I was the elder child, but there was relatively little age separation amongst the brood.”
“How was your father attitude towards the children?” I asked in earnest.
“My father had a quiet disposition. He seldom talked to his children, but was quite communicative with Mum in the bedroom. He always talked quietly and softly to her. Sometimes, they would seem to be whispering some secrets to each other and smiling in satisfaction. However, in those days, I could not understand their adult talk. They were talking in riddles. It was much later when I reached your present age that I was able to interpret some of their private communication. Although a man of few words, Dad loved all his children. He had a soft spot for me and normally gave me more presents than the girls. It seemed so unfair, but then I was a boy. I had rarely had a long conversation with Dad even when I grew up as an adult. Perhaps, I feared him. He was so imposing, superior and confident. And he was ever so authoritative.”
“And your mother?”
“Mum’s love was more physical. She was a good housewife and mother. Her closeness to me was beyond doubt. Everything best on the dining table was reserved for me. She was the source of my inspiration and her encouragement propelled me to do well in school. If she was partial to me, it was again because she was brought up with the conventional belief that a family is incomplete without a son. And she was very proud of the fact that she could produce a son for my father. Mum treated me as her special from the time I was born. Until I was six, she frequently bathed together with me. Dad did not find the arrangement unusual, as I was too young to be aware of the need to segregate the sexes in the house. Having her to fondle my body was no shame to me. She was used to washing every part of my body in the bathroom. Likewise, I was used to her naked form. However in those early years, I had no curiosity about the reproductive organs. Although Mum like Dad had a modest covering of pubic hair, it was about the most natural thing in the world for me to see that he had an extended organ while she had a slit between the legs.”
“Did your mother allowed you to see or examine her ‘fa hai’ close-up?” I added an extra touch to his perchance for vulgarity.
“In those early years, when I was lying close to Mum in bed and Dad was not around, I would often touch and explore her breast beneath her blouse. Mum did not like to wear any brassiere at home. Her busts were average in size and have a smooth satin covering of fine skin. I found the feel pleasant and loved to touch her there. Sometimes, I might suck her nipples and she never seemed to mind even though I was past the age for breast-feeding. In fact, she seemed to enjoy having her nipples sucked. She would even tacitly encourage me to behave like her baby when she was lonely especially when Dad was away from home. “
“She must feel very much for you to allow you to behave like a baby at that age?” I added.
“When my third sister was born, Mum chose to breast feed her. During that six-month period of nursing the child, I was also been fed from her breast. It was sheer delight to be able to suck Mum’s milk from her body. I found her willingness to nurse me very satisfying as I was already finding the pressure of competition for her attention from the other children. But she managed to give me the peace and the attention I craved so that I became a less troublesome kid to her then.”
“She was a good mother and must really have loved you a lot. I didn’t know you were so addicted to natural nipples.”
“It has always been that way and Hung’s mother will tell you that I prefer sucking her milk gland to having her worn out ‘fa hai’. But let me continue. More than any of the other children, Mum paid special attention to teach me about life. I learnt more about human living compared with any of my other sisters. And she was such a good teacher and the dearest of mothers. One day, I recalled Mum calling me to watch a fire that was burning a flat in the neighborhood. Hugging me, she told me that there were fire fighters helping to save people and property. I was scared of the fire. But she was most comforting and with her hugging me to protect me from all danger, I soon learnt about the dangers of playing with fire.”
The dialogue continued in this mood and Uncle Jake was perhaps for the first time able to find someone to listen to what had been in his memory for such a long time. At fifty, Uncle Jake certainly had a good mind as he dished out the details of his early life.
“My mother was the source of my security and inspiration. I recalled that during those early childhood days, I was timid and shy. I was scared of anything that was new. But with gentle coaxing and persuasion, she could make me do things, which I was afraid of doing, and eat those foods, which were strange to my babyish palate. And with her around and showing her example to me, I was able to imitate and to overcome my fear of strangers and also to gain that measure of self confidence which was to characterise my latter life as a man. But my bond with her grew stronger and during my adolescent days, I lived by her apron string. Perhaps it was because of those early conditioning that I saw in my Mum my role model. I relied on her completely and had complete faith and trust in her words. I found that she was always by my side and I became very familiar with every aspects of her character.”
“How old were you when you were able to tell a male from a female?”
“With passage of time, I had growing into a highly talkative and inquisitive child. As I wallowed in my childhood innocence, I was also becoming more conscious of the differences of the male and female bodies and my naive questions to Mum on those subjects were direct and searching. My inquisitiveness became more profound when I reach my puberty. Mum became flustered and flabbergasted as I sought repeated clarifications on the names and functions of her bodily objects. Despite her inborn modesty which caused her to blush whenever she had to articulate those words which had any connection with the female body or has any connection with sex, she nevertheless still tried her level best to answer me honestly. And she could do so without ever giving me any indication that she was uncomfortable with my inquisitiveness. But with the growing recognition that her pet was learning too much of her feminine secrets, she began to avoid casual dressing in front of me. Given my sensitive nature and my over zealous attachment to her, she was forced to adopt a progressive weaning process to avoid upsetting my emotional well being and to ensure that my trust and faith in her remained. She had to preserve her position as the mother whom I had worshipped above all other earthly creatures. Initially when young, she would bathe me and then allowed me to linger outside the bathroom door to wait for her while she tended to the cleansing of her own body. Occasionally, she would still absentmindedly share the shower with me, but the frequency of such combined bathing sessions abated over time.”
“I had never had the experience to bathe with my mother. Hence I am unable to truly see the adult woman’s body even at this age. It explains why you are so experienced with women.” I commented in a matter of fact way.
“Well at that young age, I became very much cognisant of her bodily assets and one day, I asked her about the differences between her possessions and my undeveloped body while she was naked with me in the shower. I could clearly remember that dialogue with her.
“Mum, why are you having hairs here?” I asked interestedly as I goggled at her pubic region.
“Darling these are hairs on a woman’s body?” She answered in her usual good nature self without taking notice of my groping hand.
“But Jane doesn’t have any hairs on this area of her body?” I wondered aloud as I tried to make sense of her reply.
“She is still a child. When she gets older, she will grow black curly hairs on her ‘yin po’.”
“When, Mum?”
“When she gets bigger and become a woman like me.”
“She will have big busts like you have here?” As the words left my mouth, I guilelessly raised one hand to feel her soapy breasts.
“Yes!” She was abrupt with that reply and began to wash the soap from her body with the hand shower. But I was not fully satisfied with her answers and, I continued to pique her with my blabber.
“Daddy also have hairs here.
“A man will also have hairs and one day you will have yours too. “
Mum found my questioning very irksome and very taxing on her patience. I was becoming a pain in her neck with my churlishness. I felt disturbed and perplexed by her progressive change in attitude towards me and begged her to continue showering with me. She did obliged me on a few occasions, but over time she was able to convince me of the need to handle my own personal hygiene like my younger sisters. As if to reassure me that she was really not ill at ease to show her naked self to her favorite son, she continued to change her clothes uninhibitedly whilst in my presence.”
“Uncle Jake, you had such a broad minded mother. Is Auntie Li-lian as broad minded with Hung’s brothers?”
“Robert, I would like Li-lian to treat my sons that way and I do not know if she had been so liberated with my children. In any case, I grew older into a young adult, mum was more open and descriptive with my sexual education and was more prepared to discuss things concerning herself. However I knew that my innocence was lost when I began more functional as a male and indulged in masturbatory activities. We had moved to better premises when I was seventeen and I was allowed my own room sharing a common toilet that linked mine with my parents’ room. My sexual drive led me to become voyeuristic and I frequently peeped at mom when she was bathing. I always have a hard on and would masturbate when looking at her. At age eighteen, I found myself lusting for her in my fantasies. There was a day when she was in the nude and bathing alone. I suddenly noticed that there was something different about her lower body. The hairs that were always gracing her now familiar ‘yin po’ had mysteriously vanished with only some blacken hair stubs to show their previous presence. Her pussy, so well hidden by her pubic forest appeared so different, so bare and so alluringly nice. The denuded valley between her shapely legs suddenly gained prominence as a slitted peach with two superbly contoured halves merging into a deep gaping canyon with a hillock located strategically at the top end. As I surveyed the details of the geography of her enticing lower terrain, I noted that the fleshy meat protruding from the carnal gorge was uniquely colored darkish brown on the top with a pinkish red bottom base. What an attractive and so beatifically crafted ‘yin po’ my loving Mum had as it presented its true character to my chaste eyes. I surprised her by barging into the bathroom. She threw herself back in shock at my intrusion, then she regained her posture.
She stood before me, proudly displaying her feminine charms to her favorite son. I could not resist bringing my scrawny left hand to feel her bare beaver pussy which felt so warm indeed to the touch. As I fingered her mount of Venus, I was so electrified by the full-bodied fatty skin despite the prickly sensations being generated by the remains of her Venusian thicket. The meaty hillock emerged with its eminence as the dominant feature of her immaculate mount, glistening with moisture from the humid environment of the hot shower.
Suddenly feeling ashamed of myself for taking advantage of my own mother, I retreated back into my room. As my hands held my engorged manhood while mentally marveling at her new femininity, I fantasized on exploring the rolling lips of her delicate canyon, the skin of her fleshing ridges felt so soft and wrinkled at the top, while the pink base areas were comparatively smoother and appeared not to have any skin at all. I jerked myself till I had a long rolling climax overtook my senses and my screaming betrayed my presence behind the toilet door in my room. Mom was aware then that I had been secretly peeping on her.“
“Were you shocked by your discovery? Isn’t it unlucky for a woman to have a ‘fa hai’ with no hairs on?” I asked excitedly.
“Let me tell you about what happened then, the best that I can remember. I blurted out at the excitement of my discovery as she opened my door and saw my cum covered thighs. I was expecting her admonishment, but surprising she simply smiled and told me not to think of taboo things. I took that as an encouragement and asked. .
“Mum, where are the hairs on your ‘yin po’?”
Mum looked at me in astonishment, as she had never imagined that I would want to query her on the differences in her natural appearance. For a moment she was confused and bewildered and did not answer me. But I was persistent with my thirst for knowledge and after much hesitation, she replied haltingly in a sheepish voice.
“I cut them away, Jake.”
“Why, Mum. Why cut them away?” I continued virtuously totally ignorant of the sensitivity of the subject matter.
“I don’t like them, so I cut them away.” She answered weakly after regaining her composure.
“Who told you to cut them away? Did you make your hairs so dirty that they must be cut away?” I pursued with my interrogation as I gingerly stroked her private part with my searching hand.
“Your daddy wants me to cut them away. Silly boy, don’t ask any more questions.” On hearing that she was complying with my father’s orders, I stopped pursuing the matter and took no notice of her abrupt reply. I knew that whatever things Dad wanted done must be executed without any questions and forgot the incident thereafter. It never occurred to me then that she had done anything out of the ordinary by the deforestation of her pubic mount. I recalled that at that moment, her mind was so confused that she lost her usual sense of prudishness and she was so lost for words that she did not desist me from continuing my nosy probing of the voluptuous crevices of her lower body.
Mum felt so humiliated and uncomfortable after her bath that she told me to bathe always with doors closed as I was a young man. She had concluded that further lengthy exposure of her nakedness could have a most corrupting influence on my virginal mind. “
“What a joyful experience you had.”
Uncle Jake was in my mind a person who had learnt about a woman’s body from a tender age. I could cull a lot more information from him but for the sudden return of his wife and daughter.
“Let me tell you more later. It’s not too convenient to describe those things now, but we can go out this evening after dinner. I will invite a friend along, as it’s more fun to have a larger crowd. “ He concluded his story without reaching for the event which interested me most which was about his first fuck of his present wife.
After dinner, we took a taxi to Uncle Jake’s favorite bar in Tanjong Katong Road. On our arrival, Lek, a fellow hawker friend of Jake was waiting anxiously for us at the entrance of the establishment. Both Lek and Jake were obviously well associated with the Golden Bar for they were immediately identified by the chief bouncer and escorted to a quiet corner.
The whole establishment occupied about one thousand square feet of floor space. It was unlighted except for the incandescent lamps at the main bar counter. The whole interior was tinged with the acrid odour of beer. The interior lay out consisted of shoulder height partitions creating a series of private cubicles for the bargirls to entertain their clients.
“Boss Jake, it’s been a fortnight since your last visit. Shall I invite Ah Ying to open the table for you?”
“Yes, Ah Ying will do. And also invite Sally and Annie to join us?”
“Number 2, Ah Ying come to table 2.” The chief bouncer announced in the darkness of the air-conditioned bar.
“Coming.” A lady responded from one of the cubicle and in the twinkling of an eye, a young girl of about twenty-three appeared at our table.
“Tai Siu (boss), how pleased I am to see you.” Ying began her routine compliments. In the darkness of the night, I could make out her outline. She was a smallish built girl with a small bodily frame. Her facial features were nothing extraordinary, but she indeed carried with her the sweetness of youth which had made her the ‘hong pai’ or favorite escort of the establishment.
“Ying, I want you to meet my friend Robert. He is young and I want you to teach him about the facts of life. He know Lek of course.” Jake responded to her courtesy.
“Oh, it’s so nice to see someone so young and so handsome in this place. Not like you dirty-minded people who only want young chicken all the time. Let me sit next to Robert.” She grinned in her most sexy mannerism.
“You don’t know this friend of mine. Wait till you feel his cock and you will know that he is not that young there, you silly ‘hai’ (cunt).” Lek responded with the swearing which is the standard lingua franca in this establishment.
“Good, it’s not often that I can enjoy a virgin male who can stuffed me to the limit to satisfy my pussy. You old cocks are so worn out by use that there is little energy left to make it a lady pleaser. What drinks do you want to order?”
“Two large Anchor (beer) to start with. Lek do you want something stronger?” Jake asked.
“Anchor will do. If she is good to us, then we can go for a Hennessy later. Otherwise we will stick to beer. And reminded the bouncer to call Annie and Sally over.”
“Will do.” Ying left the table and went to the serving order to fetch the two bottles of beer. She returned with a container of ice, four glasses and two plates of tit bits together with the beer. While she was serving the beer, footsteps were heard at the entrance to the cubicle and two middle age ladies appeared.
“It’s you ‘Tai Siu’. How nice to see you, and Lek. I am Sally.” The first ladies stretched out her hand to shake as she made her introduction and went on to sit besides Lek.
“This is Robert and that is Annie. Annie, come over and sit next to me.” Jake ordered and the lady lost no time to plant her oversized buttock on the seat between Jake and me. She was large compared to Ying and she reminded me of the oversized hawkers’ wives in Chinatown who were rough and tough. Her belly bulged from her ill-fitting dress while her large thighs were grotesque to the extreme. She was fat and her heavy bosoms were heaving as she excitedly tried to plant a peck on Jake’s cheek. I could not believe that she was the thirty year old woman that Jake made her out to be, but given her deficiency of sexy attributes, she tried her level best to compensate for her lack of physical charm by bringing her hands to feel the bulge between Jake’s legs.
In the meantime, Ying had finished serving the drinks and was sitting placidly by my side next to the partition wall. We took our first gulp of beer and the conversation began to flow from the ladies lips.
“Oh, he has a really hard one tonight.” Annie commented as she unzipped Jake’s fly to reach into the organ within. “What a size and so ready for a fuck. I am clean tonight and I can serve you.” She continued.
Jake was not slow in responding in kind by lifting her skirt and caressing her waiting pussy, which was well hidden by her oversized white panty. As I was learning to adapt to the environment, I found that Lek was equally occupied with the plaything by his side and she was breathing heavily as his fingers found the hole within her pulsating snatch. I found the whole scene highly charged and as I sat there in my shyness, Ying came to the rescue by striking up a conversation.
“These dirty old men are always like that. That’s the fun they get in this place and we are always happy to be touched and felt if the tips are generous. This must be the first time for you in a bar.” She asked in a mocking manner.
“Yes, the first time with Jake and Lek. It’s so interesting. I have always wondered what goes on behind the walls of a bar and here I am seeing it at first hand.”
“Well, you should not be shy when you come to such places. The girls here are all so friendly and willing to teach. Especially to a virgin, like you. I won’t charge a young chicken for a screwing session. Come, feel my breast and let me see what you have between the legs. Uch! It’s big and hard like he said. “ She lifted my hand and guided it to her bosom. It was not big, but I could sense from the heaving in her chest that she was also interested for me to go further. But I had never undo a woman’s dress before and it seemed so complicated as there were no buttons to allow me access. Surely Ying would not allow me to divest her of her blouse from the bottom to gain access to her tits. Or should I try the top approach and feel her from the neck downwards. Ying could see that I was a complete green horn and she was getting impatient with my novice approach, which was getting nowhere.
“Put it inside her blouse from below, Robert, and squeeze it like an apple.” Jake gave his expert advice as he was also feeling the effects of the oral administration, which Annie was administering to his randy cock. I lost no time to do as he commanded and I found that Ying was most obliging to let me feel the shape of her breasts beneath her brassiere. Jake then tried to touch her left breast, but she immediately pushed his hands away while she brought her face towards me and began a most sexy kiss on the lips.
While we were totally engrossed with our respective partners in heavy petting, and Ying was about to unzip my trousers to feel my erect penis when suddenly a shout rang out in the room. The bouncer was calling. “Ying, table 8 and Annie table 10.” The two ladies being named got up immediately and excused themselves after making sure that their panties and brassieres were in place and went off to serve their other customers.
“This old witch I have is always so ready for a fuck. But that Ying of yours is not touchable. She is always flirting and nothing more. So don’t get too serious.” Jake commented as we resumed our drinking session. I could see that across the table, Sally had already released Lek’s hardened tool from the confines of his trousers and was very attentive to the monster which was been stroke so expertly by her wrinkled hands.
As she continued, Lek was pleading. “Put it inside your mouth, you ‘chau hai’ (smelly cunt). Don’t just tease it with your hand.” But she refused to oblige him with his wishes and instead clumsily raised her blouses to display her two drooping busts. Jake reached across the table and gave her a hard squeeze which she tried hard to fend off. She then prostrated herself and used Lek’s cock to rub against her two gigantic nipples, which were of the size of walnuts. Her actions seemed to calm Lek who was breathing heavily, but the old witch had other intentions.
“I will get it out for you for five dollars.” She made her offer.
“With your hands, no! If you use your mouth and swallow the sperm, then I will pay you five dollars.” Lek responded.
“Make it seven dollars and I will let you come inside my mouth.”
“Okay, and do it well. Don’t bite it like the last time.” Lek growled as his sense for contact with a moist hole increased.
Jake turned to me and softly added, “For seven dollars, he could poke her hole for the price. But then it’s safer with the mouth as those girls are quite unhygienic below and could cause a lot of trouble. A friend of mine was infected with ‘pak chok’ (venereal disease) by one of these girls.” Despite the less than complimentary statements being made across the table, Sally took no notice and when about enthusiastically to earn her reward.
She lost no time to swallow Lek’s rampant monster with her mouth. And as she raised and dipped her head to slide the meat shaft within her oral cavity, Lek was holding her head and trying to get her to accept all the five inches of manly tool which was at that moment in its most heightened state. He was totally oblivious to the audience across the table and was determined to stuff her orally till he had attained his orgasm. From the pace of action, it was obvious to Jake and I that the two performers were in the final stage of the act. As I glued my eyes to my first visual experience of a man having oral sex with a professional lady, Jake was nonchalant as he continued to imbibe his favorite drink.
Lek was breathing more aggressively and as he discharged his torrent of hot essence of life inside Sally’s mouth, he forced her head against his pelvis and in the process, he nearly broke her neck in his excitement. We could see that she was choked and as she raised her face with spermatic fluid dripping from her lips, she was quite a pitiful sight indeed. Just for the seven dollars of tip, which she had been promised. She received her payment and immediately went to the wash room to clean up the mess. There was no sense that she had enjoyed what she was doing, but for a woman of forty-five and at the end of the line in her trade, Sally certainly had to content with all the rougher elements of her trade.
It was half an hour later before Ying and Annie returned to our table to rejoin us. “Sorry, we had familiar customers and we could not come back earlier.” They offered their profuse apologies.
The evening passed quickly and other than some heavy petting with Annie and Sally exchanging partners on our side of the table, we did not accept Annie’s offer of sex. Sally, having already collected her pay from the table, did not return for the rest of the night. Another lady who was as aged joined Lek at his side, but he was too expended in his energy to be able to response to her amorous approaches and they spent the evening talking vulgarities concerning the two human sex organs. It was an education in itself to hear from them of all the many ways the human race could abuse their private possessions inside the privacy of the house.
Ying was however touched by my innocent showing and she took me to the back room and offered me a close-up view of her hairy pussy when Jake told her that I had never seen the cunt of a woman. With Jake’s encouragement, I followed her to the back room for a quick look at the feminine delights she had to offer and to advance another step in sex education by my future father-in-law.
As Ying led me to the back of the bar, she whispered her advice. “Most of the girls here are old and do not clean themselves. It’s only people like Lek who could enjoy fucking their smelly cunts. Some of the customers frequently complained about catching venereal diseases from girls in this bar and hence I must warn you to be careful since you are so inexperienced. I have a husband in Malaysia and he does not know that I am working in this line. I cannot allow myself to be contaminated, as I have to bear his children in the future. Even when I am tempted by the extra money offer, I choose my clients well and make sure that they agree to use a condom before I sell my body. With young virgins like you, I am very comfortable and I really don’t mind offering my ‘fa hai’ to you to gain experience. Maybe one day I can make you real happy with my ‘nonok’ (vulva) and I won’t charge a virgin because they are so hard to come by in the bar.”
“I am not sure about sex, but I am happy just to have a look at how a ‘fa hai’ looks like.” I answered her in return as she guided me like a long time lover with her arms round my back.
“There is a store room here. We will have the lights on and here is a torchlight, which the older girls used to allow their male customers to see their ‘chau hais’. They will charge each customer five dollars for an examination, but I am giving you for free. I am not prepared to allow everyone to look at my hairy hole. Not even if they are prepared to pay. Touch maybe, but not inside my panty and they must be prepared to give a generous tip or have invited me to open the table for them.”
I was totally unprepared for the mess of seaweed looking pubic hair that came into view when Ying removed her underwear. It was so much like my pubic thatch, but hers was so profuse and so concealing of her slit, which I assumed must be there.
“It’s very clean. Use your hand and feel it if you want, but don’t be too rough with your fingers because it’s quite sensitive.” She cautioned as I squatted down to have a better view.
I bided her command and took my left hand to rest on her private area. I knew that she would like me to stroke her pubes. With a light touch, I gently felt the profusion of pubic hair. But she had other wild ideas on her mind.
“Put your hand higher and fondle my ‘hai’ for me.”
Timidly I stretched out my fingers to bore deeper into her lower body. My palm rested squarely on her external genitalia and I commenced to massage the area with a gentle motion. It was warm and nice to the touch and I began to develop new erotic feelings within my body as a pleasant sensation permeated my wholesome body. As she breathed rapidly she urge me to press my hand closer to exert more pressure and to massage her ‘nonok’ more firmly. I could feel the area beneath the pubic hair growth separating into two large folds of flesh. I have once seen this gap in Hung’s ‘hai’ and had casually touched this area before through her panty. But this was the first time that I was having direct contact with an adult pussy and was able to smooch it so intimately. For some reasons, which I found hard to explain, my initial shyness evaporated as Ying herself was requesting me to caress her in this unusual manner.
“Am I doing it right, Ying?” I whispered. I did not dare to look her in the eyes. Something else between my legs was stirring.
“Yes, it makes me feel real good. Massage it faster and harder and put your middle finger between my slit.”
I did as I was told. The slit was wide open and I could place my finger there without much difficulty. I found that the area was getting wetter and that there was liquid flowing out from somewhere below the pubic fold. The whole inner part of the slit was much warmer than the outside area. I noticed then that she had a knob there. I was surprised, as it seemed to be absent when I was feeling Hung’s pubic area through her panty the last time. I withdrew my hand, but she told me to continue to rub the knob.
Robert, you are making me so happy. My ‘chau hai’ is feeling so good. I am having a very nice feeling from your touching of this knob.” She said in a soft and sexy voice. She had her eyes half closed and was panting more heavily.
“Ying, what do you called this little thing?”
“Oh, it is called the clitoris. Every woman has it. It can be big and protrude out of the slit or be small and be hidden behind the folds. I learnt from my hubby who has better knowledge than I that it is like his little brother did. When a baby is formed, it has this little thing. When it is a male, it grows longer and becomes a doodle. Otherwise, it remains small within the fold of a girls ‘yin po’.”
“You mean it grows bigger when it is fondled by your male customers?”
“That’s right. It would swell and become bigger and erect just like your cock when my hands hand it. It also can get bigger when I rub it against the bolster or on a man’s thighs. But it is more pleasurable when handled by a male hand. Ooh... It is giving me such a nice and warm feeling all over my body. Rub it harder and move your fingers around it faster.”
What she told me was something new to me. Maybe I had not been observant when I saw Hung’s crotch in the past. Despite my timid nature, I was keen to explore Ying’s sexy slitted long bun. And for her, it must have been a thrilling experience each time to be fondled by her male customers. I was equally keen as I found that I could have pleasant feelings in my youthful body, especially in my rampant sausage, which rapidly became harder and stiffer as I learnt about the secrets of Ying’s willing pussy.
I had an intense desire to see the clitoris with my own eyes and asked Ying to shine the torch. It was hot and it seemed to be very active, as was the slit.
Ying continued to tease me by stretching her two legs apart to fully expose her ‘secret hole’. Pulling her profusion of curly hair with her right hand she ordered me to use my right hand to feel her right thigh. I commenced to stroke her smooth and warm skin, which was most pleasing to the touch. I felt so thrilled that I move it to her belly area to massage her there. She was anxious for me to continue working on her body and unashamedly acted to shift my right hand to knead her pussy while my left-hand middle fingers continued to stoke the heat in her vaginal lining. My masturbatory action caused her to heave her pelvis forwards. The warmth of her pussy seemed to increase and she was feeling the uncontrollable hot sensations creeping through her trunk from my handiwork. I was tired after working on her lower body for some twenty minutes without rest but she coaxed me to continue when I lifted my hands from her pussy.
“Robert dear, put the index finger together with the middle finger into the hole between the legs.”
“Which hole, Ying?” I whispered cheekily. I knew what she meant but I was also keen to feel her anus.
“The hole between the slit in the shoe. Not the anus.” She replied in a whisper.
I was amazed that her ‘hai’ was so dilated that she could accepted two fingers and when I added a third, she did not seemed to notice that there was one more than she requested for. Her ‘fa hai’ was indeed moist and hot on the near end, but the deeper end was dry. Yet the moment my finger penetrated her jade cavern, I found that she could grip it tight.
“Am I doing it right? Is that what you want?”
“Yes.. yes. Push it deeper. Don’t be shy. I want you to use all your strength to push it inside.”
I started to gently massage the inner walls of her ‘hai’ with my digital finger. She was relishing what I was doing to her and her contraction increased. I could feel that as I rested my thumb on her sensitive clitoris, it was also twitching.
“Yes... harder and twist it around. Use the fingertip to press against the flesh in the ‘fa hai’ and rub it harder. Pull it out halfway and push it in again and repeat the action as fast as you can.”
I started to massage her vaginal walls with twisting and in and out motion and she fancied it thoroughly. I noticed in the initial stages that the ‘hai’ was well lubricated by her slippery mucous and the orifice was sizeable enough to accommodate three fingers when I tried to insert another two. But with her growing excitement she told me to use only one finger, the longer middle finger. I noted that she would grip my finger and I felt the lining of the ‘hai’ contracting and pulsating. There was so much watery liquid coming from the hole!
We continued my hands-on sex education for another ten minutes while Jake and Lek waited for us outside in the cubicle. Suddenly I found that she had passed out some thick water from the opening of the fleshy object located in the deepest recess of her vaginal tunnel. It was thick, slippery and clear and different from her original wetness, which had a more watery texture. It drenched my whole hand. When I tried to retrieve my finger to wipe off the juice she immediately restrained me. Only when she had finished contracting did she allow me to remove my finger from her vagina.
After tidying up the mess she had created, she took hold of my hands and led me back to my waiting partners of the night. As we left, Jake turned to me and spoke.
“Did you have a good lesson from Ying?”
“Yes, it was indeed quite an experience with that pussy.”
“Did you use a condom. She’s not clean like all the girls her.”
“Is that so. I didn’t know that there is a condom for the fingers.”
“You didn’t’ fuck her? When a woman is wet and allowed you to take liberties with her that way, you should not waste the opportunity.” He asked incredulously.
“No, Uncle. I will try it with a clean woman one day. Without condoms I mean.”
We sauntered from the scene and took a cab home. Lek was less than sober and since he was living near my home in a public housing estate, I offered to escort him home. Unknown to me, the night was still young and my education in the secret world of the adults was to advance into step.
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