In the small provincial town where my grandparents lived, after the Baptisms, Communions and Weddings there were always banquets to which practically the entire town was invited. They were very long lunches where people ate and drank excessively and which culminated with music and dancing. My father didn't like dancing and so my mother became the prey fought over by many men who, under the pretext of dancing, could hold her and grope her. The huge amount of wine that everyone had drunk meant that inhibitions succumbed to carnal desires and a collective make-out session broke out on the dance floor amid laughter and comments from everyone. When a wife saw her man exchanging hot effusions with another jealous woman, she would reciprocate with the same coin by choosing the dirtiest man she could find in the room to throw herself into the dance as well. Thus a domino effect was unleashed that after a short while involved everyone and that heated up their spirits more and more and ignited the most turbid desires. Seeing my mother dance in the arms of other men who groped her and held her close to them to make them feel their cocks swollen with desire disturbed and excited me at the same time and my cousin felt the same sensations seeing his mother rubbing herself against other men like a cat in heat while her husband enjoyed dancing in the arms of other women. At the time I didn't understand how my father could remain calmly seated and watch while all the others enjoyed their moments of pleasure, but as I grew up I realized that perhaps he enjoyed watching my mother with others much more than doing anything else. Even when between one dance and another my mother sometimes left the restaurant to go and get some fresh air in the garden, he remained seated at the table and watched her embrace her companion disappear into the thick garden. He had become engaged to my mother when she was working as a servant and he couldn't help but know that in those years the owners of the house took a lot of liberties with their employees. In town everyone knew about everyone else and the fact that he accepted the situation makes me think that perhaps my being a cuck has genetic origins or that the example of "family normality" that I experienced in my youth guided my choices as an adult.
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