A promiscuous woman recounts her parents' history of promiscuity.

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I remember from my earliest childhood, my mom would constantly bring men home. In those days, it was really impressive to dare to do that. At first, my dad would argue with her about it. My dad said it didn't matter how much she played around outside, but bringing men home was bad for the children, and the neighbors would gossip...
My mom said she needs a random man every day, she can't stay in hotels every day, can she? (Hotels weren't as developed as they are now in the 1980s).
Later, my dad acquiesced. I was only three or four years old at the time. I remember very clearly that my mom would bring men home every night to spend the night, and they would have sex right next to me, regardless of whether I was asleep or not.
At first, my dad looked very unhappy. He would sleep in his small room by himself every night. Later, my mom would deliberately ask my dad to pour her water after she finished. My dad doted on my mom, and he would always reluctantly bring her the water while grumbling.
Later, after my mom's lover pulled out, she called my dad to clean her vagina. My dad was reluctant and asked why she didn't clean it herself. My mom then pouted and said she was tired and had no energy, so she didn't want to move. The lover next to her chuckled. My dad mumbled something as he cleaned my mom up, poured a glass of water for both my mom and the lover, and then told the lover that she was thin and couldn't take it, so he should take it easy. Then he obediently went to sleep in the next room.
As an aside, my mom wasn't a prostitute. She worked at a hemp mill back then. There was no internet, no cell phones, and certainly no WeChat or QQ. Having a landline was considered incredibly prestigious. Only leaders had telephones. At that time, phone numbers in our city were four digits.
If you want to be sexy and wild, you can only seduce the people around you. The men my mom brought home were all her colleagues and coworkers. Thinking about it now, my mom was pretty amazing. She managed to get my dad at home, and she managed to sleep with dozens of men in the workshop. In those days, that was definitely a record of a top-tier woman.
Getting back to the story of my mom. Later, when my mom was having sex with that other man, she called my dad in and asked him to help her hold her legs up, saying that holding them up for too long was tiring. At first, my dad wasn't used to it and turned to leave, but my mom told the other man, "Just fuck me hard enough, exhaust me to death..." So my dad obediently sat next to her and helped hold her legs up. She even told the other man that she was thin, so he should be gentle and go slower. But the other man didn't soften his pace; instead, he thrust even louder, and looked at my mom with a smirk. My mom saw my dad's dark face and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
Most men in those days were henpecked. No one could come to my house every day to have sex with my mother. So the men my mother brought home today and tomorrow were likely to be different people. So the scene of my dad raising his leg with a dark face would repeat itself every day until he had seen all the dozens of men who had come to my house. Only then did his expression return to normal. I think my dad must have become numb by then.
As time went on, when my dad raised his leg, my mom's hands started to wander. She reached into my dad's pants and tried to pull out his penis. My dad tried to stop her a few times, but after my mom moaned and begged, he stopped resisting. My mom successfully pulled out my dad's penis, which was as hard as an iron rod. My mom looked at the other man on top of her and said, "I thought he was really uncomfortable watching you fuck me. But when he pulled his thing out, I realized he was excited watching me get fucked too."
The other man just stared at my dad and chuckled. My mom then put my dad's penis in her mouth.
Maybe people of that generation hadn't experienced anything so exciting. My mom had just put my dad's penis in her mouth when both my dad and the other man who was penetrating my mom's vagina ejaculated at the same time. My mom even complained that they were two useless things.
Just a side note: My dad isn't impotent; his penis is quite large, especially the glans, a real mushroom head. He's over fifty now, and he still can't ejaculate for over half an hour while having sex with my daughter. When I was a teenager, he would have sex with me and my sister three or four times a night. I was in my twenties then, so how could I be impotent? The main problem is that my mom has a huge sex addiction; she likes excitement and different men. To use a male-specific term, she's extremely lustful, to the point where she'd be shameless for a penis.
Later, all the dozens of men in my mom's factory became familiar with my dad, so they stopped hiding it. Every night, my dad stopped sleeping next door and started having threesomes with my mom every night. But it was always the same old rule that my dad was responsible for cleaning up the mess after they were done.
After a few months, everyone in my mother's factory knew what kind of person she was, and all the people who had slept with her knew each other. My mother started bringing people back to sleep with her in twos and threes. My father got used to it and would serve them tea and water whenever they came.
Looking back now, I realize my mom was a genius. She subtly tamed my dad, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, until he was completely obedient.
My mother ruined several men in the factory workshops, from the leaders to the workers, she didn't spare anyone.
She lived a carefree, idyllic life for a few years. Then, in the 1990s, the country was reorganized, and the hemp mill was dissolved. My mother no longer had as many of her coworkers coming to sleep at home every day. Back then, there were no cell phones or WeChat or any other means of communication, so she could only rely on her connections to get people around her to come to her house.
She then set her sights on our family compound, which my dad strongly opposed, saying it would have a bad influence on the neighbors.
My mom said, "I don't care. If you're worried about the consequences, you call someone for me. Nobody will suspect the person you call."
After several years of "training," my dad suddenly finds himself without my mom, and without that excitement, he's probably not used to it. So, he'll call Old Li from our compound over for drinks one day, Old Wang the next, and Old Zhang the day after... And so, the couple works together, and my mom has wreaked havoc on the entire compound.
You have to admire my mom's extremely high success rate in hunting. She usually catches a prey on her first try. If there are any exceptions, my dad will call out again, and it will always be successful.
Later, all the men in the courtyard found out about it, and they started coming to my house in twos and threes to drink. Since it was a courtyard, and there were several men together, plus my dad was there to entertain them, none of the women from those other men suspected anything. My mom slept with their men right under their noses, and it was all group sex.
I was in first grade at the time, and my sister was five. She was in the kindergarten in our residential compound. It was called a kindergarten, but it was really just a place to keep the kids entertained and they didn't learn anything.
Since they were all men from the same compound, they usually gang-raped my mom around noon. When my sister and I came home from school, except for when she was on her period, different men would gang-rape my mom in the bedroom every day. My dad would be cooking in the kitchen, and the sounds of their sex were very loud. My mom would also moan loudly, without any attempt to hide it from my sister and me. My sister was younger, and she would run to the bedroom every day to watch the men having sex with my mom. I got used to it from a young age and lost all curiosity; it just seemed normal. But when my mom was on her period and there were no men in the house, I felt a little uncomfortable.
After they finished having sex with my mother, they went to the bathroom naked, walking back and forth in front of me with their penises swinging back and forth, their eyes constantly glancing at me.
The one who ejaculated first came out, sat naked on the living room sofa smoking, and chatted with my dad in the kitchen. The one who didn't ejaculate continued to thrust on top of my mom.
Later, after they finished ejaculating, they sat naked on the sofa and pulled me onto their lap to watch the cartoon Calabash Brothers. I could feel his penis slowly getting hard and pressing against my butt.
Sometimes, after the last one ejaculated, my mom would cover her vagina with a piece of paper and go to the bathroom. When she saw them holding me on their laps, she would symbolically hit them and say, "Are you trying to kill me?" Then she would hurriedly go to wash her vagina.
As time went on, my parents got used to seeing them naked and placing me on their laps. My mother stopped saying anything, and they became bolder and bolder. After one of them finished ejaculating, he would come out, hug me, and deliberately rub my buttocks against his penis. Soon he would get hard and then go back into the bedroom to torment my mother.
With my help, they went from shooting my mom once to shooting her twice or three times. My mom was overjoyed and tacitly allowed them to molest my sister and me as an aphrodisiac. Later, my dad also joined in molesting my sister and me for fun.
Later, they took my sister and me directly into the bedroom. Whoever ejaculated on my mom would pull out and make my sister and me masturbate them. Once they were hard, they would put their penises back into my mom's vagina. Some of the uncles would pull out of my mom's vagina, their penises sticky, and instead of going to the bathroom, they would press my head down and guide my sister and me to lick them with our mouths. At first, my mom was a little resistant, but when she saw their penises quickly getting hard in her mouth and that they could penetrate her again, she stopped talking.
Gradually, we developed a tacit understanding: whenever someone ejaculated, my mom would tell my sister or me, "Go and lick Uncle's penis."
This continued until I went to middle school, when we moved to a new house.
After we moved, cell phones became widespread. The neighbors who had been having sex with my mother for seven or eight years were all getting older, and their sexual abilities were gradually declining. Occasionally, when an old neighbor came to our house to have sex with my mother, I had to use my mouth to get an erection so that I could have sex with her.
As mobile phones and QQ became more widespread, my mom started hunting online, checking into hotels with young netizens every day. She was either hooking up or on her way to hook up, and she would often pay money to travel thousands of miles to have sex with them. She was rarely home for more than a few days a month.

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