Chapter Three of [The Era of Promiscuity]

The afternoon is a long and agonizing time, ever since my closest male relatives went to live far away
.
After tidying up the house, I called my younger brother in Italy. I don't know why I called
him; maybe it's because he's usually the only one who can keep me company at this time.
After a few rings, the call connected, and my brother's lazy voice came through. His first words were:
"Sis, what do you want?"
We lived under the same roof for 12 years, from his birth until my marriage, and we
spent a lot of time together in the 15 years after I got married. When I was 17, I even had an abortion for him; otherwise, he would have been
the youngest father in the world at the time. What, he's asking me what I want now? I said irritably, "Look at
the clock, what time is it?"
There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line, and then I heard my brother say, "8:30, 8:30 in the morning,
what's wrong?"
I suddenly remembered that my brother was in Italy, six hours ahead of me. I
stuck out my tongue on the other end of the line, thankfully he couldn't see my embarrassment.
Even so, I wouldn't admit my mistake; I needed to find an excuse to cover it up.
"8:30? You're still asleep, aren't you? Sleeping in damages your sex life, don't you know that?"
my brother complained. "Sis, please forgive me. I didn't go to sleep until after 1 a.m. last night. You think this job
is easy to do?"
I chuckled. No matter how much he complained, I had successfully avoided the topic of time.
I switched the receiver to my other ear and started talking about serious matters. In this empty and lonely time, the so-
called serious matters were nothing more than finding someone to talk dirty with.
I started by asking him, "Xiao Lin, did you miss your sister's cunt while you were in Italy?"
My brother quickly replied, "Yes, of course I did! I think about your cunt all the time. Right now, I'm
watching your incestuous video with Dad and masturbating. You don't believe me? Listen."
Then I heard a series of squelching sounds on the phone. My brother explained, "That's me masturbating."
After a while, I heard a woman's moans. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying, but after careful
listening, I was sure it was my own voice. I didn't remember recording anything with Dad. This kid must have
secretly filmed it.
"Sis, how's it going? Did you hear that? You're having an orgasm in bed right now!" my brother said excitedly.
"When did you record this? And with Dad?" I asked.
"It was two days before your wedding, you forgot? Mom wasn't home that day..."
My brother's words pulled my thoughts back to 15 years ago. I tried hard to recall the day he mentioned, and a series of
lewd images gradually became clear before my eyes. That year I was 18 years old, and in two days I would be getting married.
It was a day in late July, and my 12-year-old brother was on summer vacation. Lately, he had become increasingly clingy, always
pestering me whenever I was home. With the wedding approaching, I could only satisfy his sexual desires in my spare time.
I spent the whole day packing my dowry, and occasionally I would get intimate with my brother. He always managed to
find the perfect opportunity, like when I bent down to pick something up, he would put his small stool on the ground,
stand on it, lift my skirt from behind, grab my thighs, and thrust his large penis all the way into my vagina. He penetrated
very deeply, and I couldn't stand up, so I had to stay in that position and let him fuck me a few more times. Every time I said, "That's enough,"
he would obediently stop, get off the stool, and hide to the side to wait for the next opportunity.
My brother followed me around like a shadow all day, occasionally giving me a quick thrust, but we always stopped after a few bites
because there were more important things for me to do. He aroused my desire, but I didn't get
substantial satisfaction. Later, I got a little tired, and at dinner I only ate a few bites before going back to my
room and collapsing onto the bed.
My vagina was itchy, as if an invisible hand was scratching inside. I picked up the vibrator from the pillow and masturbated, my mind
filled with images of my father's vigorous lovemaking. My younger brother came in again, and this time I said to him, "Little Lin,
be good. Your sister wants Daddy today. Why don't you go play with Mommy?"
He shook his head and said, "Mommy and Daddy have already made love. She told me to come find you."
My heart sank. My dear mother, your daughter is about to leave this home, can't you even let
her have Daddy's big cock? Besides, I told her at dinner.
I got out of bed. These things have to be fought for. Besides, Little Lin's sexual ability is not weak;
he has the length and the skill. Mommy won't lose out. Then again, as for why I insisted on having sex with Daddy, it
's because I wanted to experience the thrill of incest one last time before getting married. This kind of thrill might taste
different after marriage.
I led my brother back to the living room, and as soon as I opened the door, I could already hear my mother's moans. I walked over.
The two were changing positions. Mom rolled over and lay on the dining table, her legs spread in an M shape. Dad held her knees
, and his large penis thrust forward, plunging into her wet, throbbing vagina again. A small amount of vaginal fluid was squeezed out and
flowed down Mom's buttocks.
I pulled up a chair and sat down, pushing my younger brother next to Mom's legs. My brother's penis was erect,
no thinner than the one inside Mom's vagina.
Dad turned around and saw me and Xiaolin, asking, "What's wrong, Yuanyuan? Something wrong?"
I complained, "Dad, didn't we agree to go to my room to fuck? Why are you doing it with Mom here again?
You made her wait all day. Did you forget?"
Dad quickly smiled apologetically, "No, no, your mom's in a hurry. Her company has an event tonight, so I'm just
warming her up. I'll be right there!"
Mom chimed in, "Sorry, honey, wait a little longer. I'll leave once I have enough water."
Oh, that's what happened. I shrugged and asked Mom, "Mom, what kind of event does your company organize?
Last time, I couldn't get out of bed for two days after the event. Are you going again? They treat people like that."
"Yeah," Mom sighed, "That's why I had your dad warm me up first."
I chuckled, "Mom, it's not about warming up. Everyone outside says your company is into S&
M, hanging women up and having sex with them."
"Go away, you brat, don't talk nonsense. We just had a normal group sex session, just with a lot of men."
"Then what about the marks on your breasts last time?" I pressed.
Mom stubbornly explained, "Those were from the bra."
I wasn't giving up and wanted to ask more, but then Mom pointed at my younger brother and pretended to glare at me angrily.
I swallowed back the words I was about to say, but I couldn't take them
back.
Hearing my argument with Mom, my younger brother peeked out from between her legs and asked, "Mom, what's
SM?"
Mom brushed him off, "Don't listen to your sister, it doesn't exist."
I chimed in, "I was just saying it casually. I made up the term myself, it's nothing
."
My brother blinked a few times, didn't ask any more questions, and then lowered his head to watch Mom and Dad having sex. I didn't know if
he believed it or not. I hoped he did, because early exposure to this kind of thing might affect his future
development, both physically and psychologically.
Having fooled my younger brother, I chatted with my mother for a while about the wedding, from the wedding car to the attire, from the ceremony
to the banquet. Later, we talked about the bridal chamber and Shiwen's huge penis, and a lewd smile appeared on our beautiful faces.
(Shiwen is my current husband, and we grew up together as childhood sweethearts. We were
classmates from kindergarten to high school. I gave him my virginity when I was 14, when we were both in the second year of junior high school.
This story will be described in detail later.)
This was women's private talk; there are some things women can't let men know, and sometimes even if they do, they won't
understand. I pulled my chair forward, and my mother and I both lowered our voices. My mother held up her index fingers to indicate,
"It's about this long, dark and black, with the nipple turned out a bit, and the base is covered in hair." "
No way, it looks much whiter than my dad's, and it's more than this long." I pulled one of my mother's hands out
a little, thinking that was about right.
Mom glanced at me. "Is it that long?"
"Of course it is. When it's fully inserted, it's about this deep." I drew a line below my navel with my hand,
and Mom gestured the same spot on her own body. Then she nodded and said, "About that. I
remember this depth.
" "Mom, tell me the truth, how many times have you done it with him?" I leaned closer and asked.
Mom thought for a moment and said, "Not really. He usually comes to you."
I leaned in a little closer and whispered in her ear, "Then how do you know so much about it?
Big hat, hair, and this depth... have you been thinking about incest with my husband all the time?"
"Go away!" Mom suddenly raised her voice. "You little slut, aren't you always thinking about incest with my husband too?"
She reached out to hit me, but I giggled and nimbly dodged.
While Dad was diligently working between Mom's legs, he was also watching our every move.
Seeing that I had annoyed Mom and was about to get a spanking, he chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Yuanyuan, you're too naughty."
I made a nonchalant expression, then moved to his side, hugged his arm, rested my head on his
shoulder, and said sweetly, "Dad, are you done yet? I can't wait any longer."
Dad pointed to Mom's genitals and said, "That's it, look for yourself."
I craned my neck, and a thick patch of pubic hair immediately came into view. Mom's erect clitoris was faintly visible among the hair
, and the two slightly darkened labia majora extended outwards from the clitoris. Her vulva opened, revealing the pink
, tender flesh that had been sheltering beneath . The flesh was covered in vaginal fluid, and the urethra was squeezed into a slit. Dad's thick penis
, enveloped by her labia minora, thrust violently into the vagina below the urethra. The friction between their genitals
changed from the "smack, smack" sounds when I first entered to a "splish, splish"
sound, even making a "gurgling" sound when it reached her anus. Vaginal fluid gushed out continuously from the vaginal opening, pooling on the dining table, and
getting all over Mom's buttocks and lower back. My brother dipped his finger in some and applied it to his glans as lubricant for masturbation; judging by the current
situation, it was definitely working.
Dad mustered all his strength for one last thrust, his large penis plunging deep into her vagina, pubic hair to pubic
hair, mons pubis to mons pubis, a perfect and complete union. Mom let out a soft moan, "Oh, darling, that's enough!"
Dad placed his hands on Mom's knees and gently moved his feet back, his penis following him out of her vagina.
With a "pop," the large penis completely broke free of the vagina's confinement and bounced upwards, hitting Dad's lower abdomen
, quickly leaving a long trail of vaginal fluid.
Mom struggled to sit up at the table. I've said that sex is physically demanding, so my brother and I quickly went over and
each of us helped her up.
Mom looked down at her vulva and the vaginal fluid on the table, smiling with satisfaction. She asked Dad, "Darling
, do you think it's okay now?"
But Dad still cautioned her, "All I can do is let the vagina fully adapt to the insertion and friction of the foreign object
. As for the rest, you have to be careful yourself, especially that." After saying that, he looked at me, and everyone present except my brother
knew what "that" meant.
My brother and I helped Mom off the dining table, but she pushed us away, saying, "It's alright, you're not seventy or eighty years
old, you don't need to help me all the time. If I were in this state, I'd be dead by now."
I took her clothes from the sofa and asked if she wanted to wear underwear. She pulled out a
pair of leopard-print low-rise panties and put them on, saying, "This is for catching my juices, no need for a bra."
Mom finished dressing, went to the mirror, and looked at herself. Her beautiful face, moistened by sex, looked even more alluring.
The tight-fitting long dress outlined her shapely figure, her long, smooth legs peeked out from the hem, and her two delicate feet
were encased in a pair of high-heeled, rhinestone-studded brown leather sandals.
Mom turned around in front of the mirror, satisfied with every detail. Before leaving, she touched up
her makeup again, drawing her eyebrows up a little.
Dad led my brother and me to the door, giving her one last instruction: "Don't go too far." Mom
's face showed a girlish playfulness as she said, "Darling, I know." Then, starting with Dad, she gave me...
We each gave her a hug, and just as she was about to turn and go downstairs, I took out
my hand, which I had been hiding behind my back since we left, and asked, "Mom, did you forget this?"
I was holding a bag in my hand, and Mom's mouth dropped open when she saw it. "Oh! Honey, I almost
forgot about it."
She took the bag and hugged it to her chest, saying to Dad and me, "Without this, this trip would have been a waste."
Dad was a little confused. It was just a group sex party, what bag was so important? You can't
blame him, because no one except Mom and me knew what was inside. But I can secretly tell you,
the bag was full of all kinds of SM sex toys, and at the very end, I slipped it in for Mom to keep on her way
.

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