When I was about ten I saw my only friends mother's v*gina as she was pissing by the roadside on a trip to their summer place. I don't know why but I stared at her and it for some time without understanding I should have averted my gaze. It looked like an orange with a split along the middle, she was squatting and lifting her skirt.
Another time at their summer place I could overhear her talking in the night, to her husband/my friends dad about me. She worriedly told him how she thought I was uncanny and not normal, after an unrelated incident. She was always acting very sweet to me, but knowing that she secretly disliked me was an early blackpill. Guess she was right in the end. Also they had a divorce a decade later. Don't really know any of them now.
