Misc. Erotica Journey of a Dutiful Son towards Cuckson

[1234rocket]

nice update...

waiting for the markus part of story...

[veenaimo]

Waiting for update of.a masterpiece

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro... very hot.

[Mortalbeast]

After night activities...…..


As morning broke, a shaft of sunlight pierced the gap in my curtains, jolting me awake with its brightness. The hour was early, and my room was still shrouded in semi-darkness. As I slowly came to, my mind began to sift through the jumble of thoughts, images, and emotions that lingered from the previous day, gradually piecing them together into a coherent narrative that brought clarity to my groggy state.


I slipped carefully out from under the duvet. I pulled the dirty sheet from the bed and took it to washing machine with the rest of stained clothes. 

As I stepped into the room, the lounge curtains remained shut, casting a dark shadow over the space. I pulled them open, allowing the morning sunlight to pour in and illuminate the area that I had mentally dubbed "the scene of the crime." The hallway was heavy with the scent of stale intimacy, a potent aroma that I breathed in deeply, feeling its effects course through my body like a intoxicating elixir. The memories of the previous night came rushing back, even more vivid and intense than before, sending a shiver of excitement through me.

As I glanced at the dinner chair, I noticed my mom's pink nightie carelessly dbangd over it, rumpled and dishevelled. The sight triggered a sudden and vivid flashback, and I was transported back to a disturbing memory - one that I had tried to suppress. I recalled the shocking moment when Venkat had shamelessly carried my almost naked mother, in his arms, right before my eyes.

As I crossed the landing, I noticed the bedroom door standing open unlike previous night where I was denied entry. But seeing it open, I couldn’t control myself from taking a peek inside. Did Venkat open in the morning? He is awake? 

I needed answers to many of my questions. Why is he doing all this? What else has he planned? What kind of trick is he playing on my family? 

I moved stealthily towards the bedroom, where my mother, still reeling from her infidelity, rested behind the door. My stomach was a whirlwind of nervous anticipation as I carefully turned the handle and eased the door open. The faint creak of the hinge was met with a slight stir from the bed, but it quickly subsided, returning to an unsettling stillness.

The room was suffused with a heady, musky aroma that spoke of carnal pleasures enthusiastically indulged in. Languidly sprawled across the bed was my mother, her lithe, nubile body artfully arranged, one long, shapely leg extended while the other was drawn up, knee bent, providing a tantalizing flash of her womanly treasures, which I could readily discern had been thoroughly enjoyed. Momentarily enraptured, I drank in the vision of her taut, toned physique, finding it undeniably alluring.



It wasn't hard to understand how Venkat had felt so drawn to my sweet, sexy, slut of a mother, despite their age difference!

I crept quietly across the cold marble tiles, my bare feet padding softly on the smooth surface. I approached the large bed in the corner of the master bedroom, the one my parents used to share together before last evening where things seem to be changing.

But as I drew closer, I noticed with a start that there was no sign of Venkat. Frowning slightly, I paused, my eyes scanning the empty room. Then I heard it - the distinct sound of a toilet flushing from the direction of the suite bathroom.

Realization dawned on me as I processed the meaning behind that muffled noise. Venkat must be in there. Which meant... I was alone with my mother. Completely alone. And from the way the covers were rumpled and only half-covering her body, she was still naked from their earlier lovemaking session.

A confusing mix of emotions swirled in my gut - unease, anxiety, and something else I didn't want to acknowledge.

Looking upon the scene before me, I was struck by the incongruity between my mom’s innocent, cherubic features and the wanton, cock-starved harlot she had so recently transformed into under the tutelage and depraved desires of Venkat, a metamorphosis that had taken hold mere hours earlier.



I had expected devastation but at first in the low light there was little to see. It was only when I looked much closer that I saw the real evidence of my unfaithful mom’s total submission to her young American lover.

Her voluptuous vulva was tantalizingly concealed from my hungry gaze and eager touch, drawing my eyes upwards along the sinuous curve of her lithe, toned abdomen. My head bent closer, transfixed by the sight of her pert, diminutive breasts. Upon peering harder, I noticed that her left nipple appeared slightly inflamed, a sprinkling of love bites adorning the dusky aureole. Yet despite this, her fair skin was curiously free of any tell-tale hickeys - an omission that filled me with an odd sense of chagrin as I drank in every detail in the dimmed light.

As my eyes at last fell upon her lovely face, I saw it was tranquil and peaceful in slumber, almost as if it belonged to a different form; a form that hadn't endured the rigors of the passionate coupling I had just witnessed and heard. Indeed, there were the faintest saline traces upon her brow where she had perspired as she was intimately engaged, yet I perceived no discontent upon my mother's countenance, despite - perhaps even because of - having just experienced the longest, most vigorous and possibly the most intense carnal encounter of her life. Her visage held an unexpectedly serene expression, at odds with the uninhibited ardour of the amorous acts she had only moments before engaged in with such unrestrained fervour.

"I think you've just discovered something about yourself you didn't know, haven't you?"

I was frightened for a moment as I thought I was all alone in the bedroom but it seems Venkat had chosen to come out of the washroom at the right time and catch me red-handed ogling at my well fucked naked mom’s body. 

I didn't reply as I was speechless. I had so many things to ask him but at that moment I felt powerless in-front of him. 

"You were really turned on watching me defile your mother’s chastity and releasing my potent sperms deep in her, weren't you?"

Again, I couldn’t respond, my head still swimming with images of my lovely, unfaithful mom. How our life was few days back and what has it become now? 

"You know there are some men who enjoy watching their loved ones being fucked by another man." He went on. "They're called cucks."

I tried not to listen to his words, obviously seemed true though they weren’t. His voice was hard, almost cruel and with an air of triumph.

"You do realize Sunil, that I enjoyed seducing you as well as seducing your esteemed, virtuous mother right in front of you? How does it feel to be deceived? To know that your own mother had intimate relations with another man, taking his seed within her womb? And that she savoured my mighty masculinity? How does that make you feel, cuck?"

To my amazement and shame, far from making me jealous and angry, I found Venkat’s words even more arousing.

"During last time itself I made sure that your mother never forgets what it was like to be thoroughly fucked by a real man."

There was awkward silence for a while with my head hanging down but I still had an erection. 

Do you know how a thoroughly fucked pussy looks like? Here have a look and tell me with honesty, will your weak ass father can ever give your mother such fuck? Huh!?

Here, look at your birthplace Sunil. This is a billion dollars gift that every cuckson dream of and here I’m giving it for free!!

Venkat's right hand gently grazed my mother's shoulder as he carefully pulled her closer towards him. For a brief moment, she hesitated before slowly rolling onto her back. In this awkward missionary position, her legs were splayed open at unnatural angles, knees bent inward, and her most private region fully exposed for all to see. It seemed as though my mother had simply drifted off into a deep slumber the instant Venkat withdrew from her body, completely oblivious to her vulnerable state.



I flinched as I thought mom might catch me peeping at her naked body. 

“Huh! Don’t worry cuck, your mother is deep asleep. I may have worn her out hahaha!!"

I gazed at the unfamiliar sight of my mother's exposed genitalia, brazenly displayed in a manner I had never seen before. In all my years of watching adult films, I had never witnessed a female performer's vulva so thoroughly used, so red, so puffy, or so evidently sore. My mother's outer labia were deeply swollen, their puffiness causing them to part, revealing the dark, painful, angry purple-red gash of her abused vaginal opening. Her inner lips and clitoris extended far beyond the typical protection of her outer labia.

Wow! She had been thoroughly fucked! (A gasping word escaped my mouth leaving me ashamed to comment on my own mother while it made Venkat smile with proudness) 

Venkat let out a low breathless whistle in amazement. To my utter shock he reached across and ran his index finger very gently along her gaping slit, scooping up a little of the sticky wet residue that lined its sore, red sides.

"Please Venkat ... No more... Please...I can't..."

Mom’s voice was sleepy and very distant. I watched her chest rising and falling as her slow, regular breathing returned. 

Venkat separated mom's thighs slowly and carefully, his hands cradling her hips to lift her upwards from underneath. This movement brought mother's most sacred and intimate area ever closer to my eyes, a place I had entered the world from, the very source of my birth.

Over time, I began to notice small bruises emerging on either side of her vulva and in the creases where her thighs met, a testament to the previous night's intensity. Above this landscape of tender red marks, her hairless mound and lower belly were encrusted with the remnants of his passion - dried semen that had been whipped into a frothy foam by the fervent energy of his thrusts. A thin sheen of stickiness seemed to coat her entire vulva, glistening on her upper thighs, and streaked across the sheet beneath the curve of her buttocks.

“Do you like what you’re seeing cuck? Tell me will your father can ever make your mother’s pussy look like this? Tell me?!”

Never!!!

(Again, the word stumbled out of my mouth. I didn’t want to say anything to disrespect my father but I did.) 

Feeling awkward and ashamed of myself I left the room and came to main hall room. Then I went to kitchen and made myself a coffee. 

 "Mind if I join you?"

"I've nearly finished..." I stated but he wasn't listening. He just sat in the comfortable chair in-front of me.

For a few minutes we went through the usual routine. How were your studies? How is your white girlfriend, Alice? How is your life in college? How was your holiday? A casual observer wouldn't have guessed that he and I had a dark secret. But we both knew that the subject was going to come up and, after a while, predictably it was Venkat who took the first step down that road.

Why are you trying to avoid me?" He said softly, leaning towards me with his eyes full of mischief and authority. "There's no need to be nervous, you know. I’m very discreet – your secret's safe with me!"

Venkat just said exactly what he was thinking – and disconcertingly usually knew what I was thinking too.

"It's not that..." I stammered. It sounded weak, even to me.

"Of course you have..." he said, unconvinced. "You've hardly had a chance to think about yesterday night, have you?"

He laughed while I blushed scarlet. 

"It was such a good evening – before, during and especially after the food." His eyes were fixed on mine. I tried to return his gaze but it was difficult. 

"I often dreamed to fuck your slut mother right in front of you and your weak-ass father but honestly I was quite surprised by both of your reaction. I mean Geetha too" he said, his eyes sparkling even more mischievously.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean… I thought that strong moral, dutiful, protective son, Sunil would step in and stop me as soon as I got my hands on your mother’s knickers. That's why I was pretending it was all playful. To give myself a route out if you got angry. Also, I had another possible outcome that I would at least get to finger your mother and that she'd be the one to call a halt."

He looked me straight in the eyes.

"It seems both of my theories were wrong! Your sweet, faithful mother turned out to be a bit of a pushover, didn't she?"

All his words brought a flush of anger to my cheeks. Venkat must have seen it because he immediately put his hand on mine. "I'm sorry to upset you Sunil, but let’s be honest your mother was. She certainly didn't put up much of a resistance, when I removed her clothes and carried her to bedroom. I mean what kind of responsible mother let’s her nephew carry her in only bra and panty that too right in front of her dutiful son, you have to admit that."

Indeed, I had admitted it to myself, but was not prepared to say it out loud and effectively call the woman who gave me birth and till this date whom I worshipped as goddess will change into whore for young cock.

"And as for you... Well, you might have been born to be a cuck” “Sorry?" I said, genuinely not understanding him.

"You didn't lift a finger to protect your mother’s honour even though you could clearly see what was going on. Not one finger when I threw your mother’s clothes, right on your face."

My anger increased, this time with myself. Venkat was telling the truth and I didn't like it one bit. He continued the verbal torture.

"Not even when it was obvious I was going to cum in her right in front of you!" He laughed hollowly.

He was right again.

"And you didn't try to even things up by hitting me after you saw your mother’s condition. The way I had worn her out, those red bite marks all her body, did you?

 No, you just loved watching your sweet, sexy mother being thoroughly fucked by my big cock." He sat back, his little lecture over for the moment.

"Would you let me screw your white girlfriend?" I asked in a feeble attempt to defend myself. Venkat smiled.

“No, I wouldn't! Alice is a one-cock girl – especially if the cock in question has just cum inside someone’s mother right in front of him."

"Total Conquest!" The words were spoken softly but triumphantly. "It's the biggest turn-on I can imagine”

My mind reeled at the thought of Venkat and his girl Alice having triumphant sex in their bed. Pleased with their unexpectedly successful conquest.

"You'd like to watch her again, wouldn't you?" Venkat’s assertion drew me sharply back from my reverie.

"What? Sorry?" I mumbled, the image still strongly in my mind.

"I said I think you'd rather like to do it all over again." He groaned. "Cuck!"

"Of course I wouldn't!" I answered sharply. "That was a one-off. A mistake!"

"Really?" He asked, the look on his face telling me how little he believed my words.

I had never seen such a look on Venkat’s face in my life. It was as if he could see straight through me – and in response I was seeing myself in my true light for the first time. Ashamed, I looked down at the table, unable to meet his penetrating gaze any longer but my body language confessed all.

"Don't be ashamed..." Venkat said, his hand taking mine once again, his voice soft and reassuring. "You're not alone by a long way." I still couldn't look in his eye. 

"You'd be surprised just how many men like to see their mother or wives or girlfriends being fucked by someone who really knows what they're doing. And you'd be surprised how many wives and girlfriends enjoy having a really good cock inside them once in a while."

Venkat paused again. "You'd be even more surprised if I told you who they were!"

This time I did look up. Venkat nodded.

I was gobsmacked. Had Venkat also seduced some of our family friends? Who could they be? Although I still felt ashamed with myself, I started to feel less alone in my fantasies.

"So, you'd like to see me pounding your slut mother, right in front of your father?" He said for a second time.
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[sexypreeti]

Superbly narrated  clp); yr):

[vramskool]

Super hot bro.. making such conversations now and then.. it is these conversations that makes stories from good to hot

[Ayush01111]

I want revenge with this bastard anna

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro... very hot chat

[SMOD-P]

Update please

[veenaimo]

Super hot bro.. making such conversations now and then.. it is these conversations that makes stories from good to hot

• Exactly, the act of humiliation and detailed dialogues between the bull and cuck.. or even mom and cuck makes the play more and more interesting.. the author seems to be master in writing, however, its just few suggestions. The below are few suggestions 
  
  

1. Neglect and Indifference: Portray the mother consistently ignoring her son’s needs, making him wait excessively for basic attention or necessities, emphasizing her disregard for his well-being.
   
2. Mistreatment in Favor of the Bull: Depict the mother treating her son poorly or dismissively to prioritize her boyfriend (the bull), showcasing her preference through actions or words that belittle the son.
   
3. Harsh Verbal Abuse: Incorporate scenes where the mother uses extreme, degrading language to berate her son, amplifying the humiliation to heighten the emotional stakes.
   
4. Overt Preference for the Bull: Highlight the mother openly favoring the bull over her family, through actions like lavish attention or public displays of affection that marginalize her son and other relatives.
   
5. Detailed Thali Discussions: Include in-depth, provocative conversations about the thali (a symbolic element) between the bull and the son, as well as the mother and son, to explore power dynamics, cultural significance, and emotional conflict.
   
6. Bold Actions in the Son’s Presence: Showcase the mother engaging in bold, provocative behavior with the bull in front of her son, reinforcing her dominance and disregard for his feelings.
   

Regarding Geetha’s Sister and the Affair in the US Context:
Instead of a brief flashback, expand the narrative around whether Geetha’s sister was aware of her son’s affair with Geetha. Develop this through detailed discussions or confrontations between key characters (e.g., Geetha, the son or husband). Explore the emotional and relational fallout, motivations, and consequences in a nuanced, dialogue-driven manner, rather than a rushed or summarized account.

[mzafar]

Update please

[vramskool]

• Exactly, the act of humiliation and detailed dialogues between the bull and cuck.. or even mom and cuck makes the play more and more interesting.. the author seems to be master in writing, however, its just few suggestions. The below are few suggestions 
  
  

1. Neglect and Indifference: Portray the mother consistently ignoring her son’s needs, making him wait excessively for basic attention or necessities, emphasizing her disregard for his well-being.
   
2. Mistreatment in Favor of the Bull: Depict the mother treating her son poorly or dismissively to prioritize her boyfriend (the bull), showcasing her preference through actions or words that belittle the son.
   
3. Harsh Verbal Abuse: Incorporate scenes where the mother uses extreme, degrading language to berate her son, amplifying the humiliation to heighten the emotional stakes.
   
4. Overt Preference for the Bull: Highlight the mother openly favoring the bull over her family, through actions like lavish attention or public displays of affection that marginalize her son and other relatives.
   
5. Detailed Thali Discussions: Include in-depth, provocative conversations about the thali (a symbolic element) between the bull and the son, as well as the mother and son, to explore power dynamics, cultural significance, and emotional conflict.
   
6. Bold Actions in the Son’s Presence: Showcase the mother engaging in bold, provocative behavior with the bull in front of her son, reinforcing her dominance and disregard for his feelings.
   

Regarding Geetha’s Sister and the Affair in the US Context:
Instead of a brief flashback, expand the narrative around whether Geetha’s sister was aware of her son’s affair with Geetha. Develop this through detailed discussions or confrontations between key characters (e.g., Geetha, the son or husband). Explore the emotional and relational fallout, motivations, and consequences in a nuanced, dialogue-driven manner, rather than a rushed or summarized account.

wow u gave fodder material for author to continue for atleast another year ?

[veenaimo]

stories end, the epics continues

[Mortalbeast]

Superbly narrated  clp); yr):

Thanks dear

[Mortalbeast]

Super hot bro.. making such conversations now and then.. it is these conversations that makes stories from good to hot

Yeah now story is about to continue. So there will be conversation as all the characters are facing each other.

[Mortalbeast]

I want revenge with this bastard anna

Seems like you don't like Venkat at all 

[Mortalbeast]

• Exactly, the act of humiliation and detailed dialogues between the bull and cuck.. or even mom and cuck makes the play more and more interesting.. the author seems to be master in writing, however, its just few suggestions. The below are few suggestions 
  
  

1. Neglect and Indifference: Portray the mother consistently ignoring her son’s needs, making him wait excessively for basic attention or necessities, emphasizing her disregard for his well-being.
   
2. Mistreatment in Favor of the Bull: Depict the mother treating her son poorly or dismissively to prioritize her boyfriend (the bull), showcasing her preference through actions or words that belittle the son.
   
3. Harsh Verbal Abuse: Incorporate scenes where the mother uses extreme, degrading language to berate her son, amplifying the humiliation to heighten the emotional stakes.
   
4. Overt Preference for the Bull: Highlight the mother openly favoring the bull over her family, through actions like lavish attention or public displays of affection that marginalize her son and other relatives.
   
5. Detailed Thali Discussions: Include in-depth, provocative conversations about the thali (a symbolic element) between the bull and the son, as well as the mother and son, to explore power dynamics, cultural significance, and emotional conflict.
   
6. Bold Actions in the Son’s Presence: Showcase the mother engaging in bold, provocative behavior with the bull in front of her son, reinforcing her dominance and disregard for his feelings.
   

Regarding Geetha’s Sister and the Affair in the US Context:
Instead of a brief flashback, expand the narrative around whether Geetha’s sister was aware of her son’s affair with Geetha. Develop this through detailed discussions or confrontations between key characters (e.g., Geetha, the son or husband). Explore the emotional and relational fallout, motivations, and consequences in a nuanced, dialogue-driven manner, rather than a rushed or summarized account.

Thanks for the feedback man  yr):

By going through your suggestion, i found out that i was going for too much degradation and some extreme stuffs. Which i don't think you all expect, so i will tone down a bit and take a safer route.

I will make your wish come true.
Again, Thanks for such a elaborate suggestions. 

[Mortalbeast]

Hello everyone,

After going through all your suggestions and feedback, I found out that i was going for some extreme elements. So, I'm toning it down a bit.

Update was supposed to be today but I'm toning down the story and plot. So, hopefully next update will be posted by tomorrow.

[vramskool]

Don’t tone down or anything bro.. just go ahead with ur flow.. we are not here to judge u .. we are in with this with u to share all kinks .. go ahead and don’t tone down

[nishantsagar60]

The foundation of this story is more suitable for extreme stuffs. You had already exposed a mother infront of her son from update one.Taking a step back at this stage won't make a sense. So please go with your original plan it will be more intresting.