Misc. Erotica Journey of a Dutiful Son towards Cuckson

[Mortalbeast]

There were two folders. One was named ‘HAWAI TALES’ and the other one was named ‘DOUBLE DATE’. 

I trembled with anticipation and excitement as I prepared to open the file. The title hinted at something salacious within the encrypted data. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to access the file, but it failed to open. A notification appeared, stating, "There is an error in the file” and it didn’t open.


Baffled and upset by the situation, my mind immediately jumped to one conclusion: Venkat Anna. I wondered if this was one of his elaborate pranks. Was he using AI to mess with me, or had he simply encrypted a variable, knowing I'd have to ask him for help? Kind of beg him to send my mom’s erotic tales in USA. That doesn’t sound right. Oh no, I don’t want to behave like a cuck in front of him.

I didn’t want to message him as it would show my desperation to watch my own mother’s sex escapades. After thinking for a while, I thought why not take a look at my mother. Let’s see, if she has woken up or not. 

 As I crossed the landing, I noticed the bedroom room door standing open and looked inside. It seems mom has gone to washroom to freshen up. Now that there was no pressure, I took a good look at the condition of the room. The duvet was neatly folded on the chair but the bed sheet was rumpled and stained where Venkat and my mom had enjoyed their loud, energetic 'victory fuck'.

The air was thick with the heady musk of recent passion; each breath a potent cocktail of pheromones that sent a shiver down my spine as fragmented visions of the night before came rushing back. The very sheets seemed to vibrate with the residual heat of their sexual exertions. Eagerly, I gathered up the rumpled linens and headed downstairs, the lingering evidence of their tryst clutched to my chest like a prize, to join the growing pile of soiled laundry.

As I surveyed the room, my eyes landed on Mom's lacy red bra peeking out from under the bed, a relic from the previous night's passion. Intrigued, I reached out and retrieved the delicate lingerie, my fingertips grazing the exquisite silk. An instant flood of images assaulted my imagination - Mom's ample bosom confined in such a tantalizing garment, and how Venkat's wandering hands had surely revelled in freeing those soft mounds from their lacy cage.



After some time searching, I finally discovered my mother's red thong, hidden behind a cushion pillow. Holding it up, I marvelled at how small and delicate it seemed, considering the intimate area it typically concealed. Inhaling deeply, I was immediately flooded by the unmistakable, heady scent of feminine arousal emanating from the silky triangle.

Oh my God! I quickly slipped them in my pocket.

A short while later the washing was in the laundry room, the kettle switched on and I returned to the lounge to seek out any more evidence. 
As I passed the bedroom sofa, I noticed a small but distinct stain on one of the cushions.
 
My heart raced as troubling thoughts raced through my mind. Did Venkat fuck my mother right here on this very sofa? It had to be... the worn cushion told the tale. My mom's voluptuous form had been pressed against it, her curvy bottom sinking into the upholstery as Venkat brought her to the heights of ecstasy, her lustful screams echoing off the walls. In the throes of passion, he must have reached his own climax deep inside her most private place, his seed spilling forth and staining the same cushion now beneath me.



I kneeled down by the sofa, my fingers trembling as they brushed against the still glistening wet spot. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and I couldn't help but bury my face into the damp cushion, inhaling deeply the heady musk of our passion. Venkat's cum mixed with my mom’s juices, a pungent and intoxicating aroma that made my head swim with lustful memories.

A wicked smile played across my lips as a delicious idea took shape. What if Venkat had deliberately left this lewd evidence for my father to discover? The thought of dad's shock and disgust at the sight of his wife's wanton fluids dripping from the sofa sent a perverse thrill through me.

Perhaps Venkat wanted to brand my mom publicly, to mark her irrevocably as his, disregard for any consequences. The depravity of it all made me shiver with anticipation. Oh, how I wanted dad to bear witness to my mom’s depravity, to understand the depths she had sunk to in this illicit affair. It would be a gesture of ultimate defiance, the final shattering of all taboos and boundaries.

I giggled softly to myself, drunk on my own twisted desires as I continued to nuzzle the cum-stained sofa, lacking the mark as if it were the most erotic of aphrodisiacs. My father's face when he realized the true nature of the stains, that my mother had cuckolded him and me in his own home and left the evidence behind like a slutty calling card, would be a sight to behold. I could already picture it in my mind's eye, and it was almost enough to make me cum all over again right then and there, the sofa mom’s throne of debauchery.

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the water flowing being stopped, and I suddenly became aware that my mom would be emerging from the bathroom at any moment. Quickly, I returned to the kitchen and pretended to be getting a drink of water, trying to appear nonchalant.

A few moments later I felt a movement behind me and turned to see my mom in a beautiful black saree. I could tell immediately that there was something different about her. She had removed the last traces of smudged make-up from her slightly puffy face and added nice makeup to make her glow.



"Good morning mom" I smiled, turning towards her.

"Good morning to you too beta." She smiled back at me as she crossed to the breakfast bar.

Sunil, didn’t you go to your college?

I... I got up a bit late. Today I had only one class at 8.

Be cautious about your college at least. How could you sleep, when you had class at 8AM.

"It won't happen again, I will be careful about it mom, sorry."

As I conversed with my mother, my undivided attention was drawn to her countenance. Up close, I could discern the exhaustion etched on her features, a testament to the arduous activities in which she had recently engaged. A rosy flush still lingered on her décolletage, a fading yet tell-tale sign of the intense climax she had experienced. Her lips appeared somewhat swollen, no doubt from the fervent kissing she had endured. Upon closer inspection, I espied two prominent hickeys on the tender skin of her neck. But there were deep finger nail marks on her hips and upper chest which were artfully concealed by her pallu yet unmistakable to the discerning eye.

Eh....Sunil…did you took out the bed sheet this morning? 

Elmm…No mom, it was Venkat Anna. He said, it has gotten dirty, so he put them in the washing machine. 

Oh…why did he tell you that?(whispered with rolling eyes) 

Actually Sunil, yesterday in kitchen, I had an Ankle sprain, so Venkat carried me to the bedroom to apply balm. I took my night gown in the kitchen itself, so that it won’t get soiled by those medicines’ stains. Then Venkat gave it to you, I guess?

Oh..yeah mom, I... I kept it safe

I offered a small, reassuring smile to mom, trying to ease the lingering discomfort in her eyes.

Good, Sunil do one thing, Order something to eat or get something to eat from outside. I’m a bit tired today, I don’t think I can cook. Will that be okay beta?
Yeah mom, I will order it. 

Okay, where’s Venkat?

Venkat Anna went to his friend’s house. 

Which friend? 

I don’t know mom, he didn’t inform that. He just told me that he will return by evening. 

Oh great, at least I could get some rest. (whispered)

Hm..did you say something mom?

No…it’s just, you get something to eat. Till that I will clean the kitchen and house. 

Eh..yeah..I cleaned the house mom. Only kitchen is left. 

Really?! Wow, my son has gotten so sensible. Okay then you get some food for us, till that I will clean the kitchen. 

I couldn’t believe mom tried to hide that so badly. It was so brazenly done by Venkat that it’s impossible to hide, still she thinks I’m so naïve to not know a thing? 

As we took a brief break for lunch, my mom was subdued, saying little and eating even less, clearly still drained from her exhaustion. Yet, despite her fatigue and aching body, she had somehow mustered the energy to get dressed in her usual stylish manner, wearing a tight black saree and leaving her hair down, a testament to her habitual flair for presenting herself in a chic and attractive way.

After lunch, I attempted to open the file again, but was unsuccessful. As time passed, my frustration grew, and I eventually reached out to Venkat for assistance. However, his response suggested that he was equally perplexed, leading me to wonder if I had overanalysed the situation and misinterpreted his intentions. It's possible that the issue was simply a coincidence, and not a deliberate act on his part as I had initially suspected.

The rest of the day passed in a surprisingly normal way. In the evening Venkat returned. He straight away went inside the bedroom where mom was taking rest. I pressed my ears on the wall to hear their conversation. 

"Hey Darling!"

 "Are you ok, did you take proper rest? "How... how do you feel... now?"

I couldn’t help myself and peeped through the door. I saw mom propped up on pillows. Then sighed, wincing slightly as she stretched
"I'm soooo sooore..." She sighed, slightly embarrassed. "My body feels like I've been hit by a truck. but..." She bit her lower lip, a dreamy expression crossing her face. "...last night was so good, it was everything I wished for." 

Venkat smiled and nodded encouragingly. "Just amazing Right!... Thank you so much, my sweet, sweet Geetha for last night! You pleasured me more than any girl ever did! You’re just amazing Geetha." Venkat kissed mom on her lips in affection.

Mom glowed with pleasure at the appreciation shown by Venkat and the love in her voice as she used it. "I'm pleased that I satisfied your lust”.

"You looked so very, very beautiful, sexy-- you always do, but especially so while you were with me... and afterwards... wow!"

"What happened last night was wonderful -- you were wonderful..." She began, sounding almost as if she had prepared a speech. "And it's great that it was something we both wanted and needed but..."

She drew in her breath, then placed her hands on Venkat’s and squeezed.

"Now I've had a taste of what things could be like, I can't go back to where I was before. I just can't!"

"I know, darling. And I don't want you to.”

Suddenly there was a call on my phone and I quickly went to it pick it up.

Oddly, it was my dad calling me. He was inquiring about my mother's phone being switched off. I simply replied that I didn't know about it and told him I was out with friends. I lied because I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the courage to tell him the truth about what was happening at home while he was away. I was unable to say that Venkat was doing things that my dad could never have imagined or dreamed of in his absence.

I contemplated for a moment before finally deciding to tell my mom that dad had called my phone inquiring about her phone being turned off. Since this whole mess was caused by my mother's actions, I figured it was only fitting that she should be the one to deal with the fallout and consequences.

As soon as I shouted that dad has called me. Mom immediately came outside and asked me what did he tell?

I told her exactly what dad was asking about her phone being switched off. Mom immediately asked Venkat to give her some privacy. 

Venkat attempted to interject something, but mother seemed utterly disinterested in whatever pompous ramblings were about to spew forth from his mouth. Mom briskly retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom and unceremoniously shut the door right in Venkat's startled face. I must confess, I derived a certain degree of satisfaction from the gobsmacked expression that momentarily flitted across Venkat's countenance. Until that precise instant, he had been comporting himself in an insufferably arrogant fashion, as if the very notion that he belonged at our residence and thoroughly owned both my mother and everything else was a foregone conclusion. But the instant my father's authoritative voice rang out, that entire pretentious alpha male facade seemed to crumble to dust before our eyes. I found myself unable to suppress a slight chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

The cocky smirk on Venkat's face seemed to have faltered, replaced by a look of anger and disbelief as he stared at me. For the first time since his return, I found myself smirking back at him, relishing the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched in frustration. The usual arrogance that always seemed to be plastered across his features had been wiped away, leaving behind a man who looked as though he'd been put in his place.

“Let’s go to our room, you messaged me about my mails not opening? Let’s check on it.”

We headed back to our room, where he checked the mail and we both tried to troubleshoot the issue. After some effort, we concluded that the mail had become encrypted due to some technical glitch. The only solution seemed to be deleting the current mail from my system and resending it from Venkat's system. However, there was a catch - Venkat had already deleted the two files and the recording from his system as a precautionary measure to protect my mom, leaving us without a clear way forward.

For the next few minutes, Venkat expressed his frustration about the email getting blocked, emphasizing that it contained a crucial chapter about my mother. He repeatedly mentioned that the video had the potential to reveal a significant transformation in her life, specifically how she evolved from being a wife to a more confident and liberated individual, which he referred to as a "HOT-WIFE".

After several minutes, my mom called us in for dinner. As we sat down to eat, I observed that the tension between my mom and Venkat, which had been palpable the night before, seemed to have dissipated. I wondered if my mom's fatigue was the reason for the more subdued atmosphere, or if there was something else at play.

“Venkat, you sleep in the guest room for tonight”

What? Why guest room?! 

“Sunil’s father might call me tonight. Also, I have some of my office work to complete.”

“Are you going to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have to. I had taken half day off yesterday and today whole day.”

“Ok fine, why guest room? I will sleep in Sunil’s room.”

“No, Sunil has to go to his college tomorrow morning. He has missed his today’s class.”

“So what?”

“You both will play video games or keep talking whole night. I know Sunil just loves to hear anything about USA. But not tonight, Sunil might have to finish his assignment and go to bed early. His semester is approaching and I don’t want any hurdle in it.”

“But…Isn’t this bad. I came India for fun. You promised me too

Geetha. But now you want me to sleep in that guest room alone?”

“Venkat, please don't be immature. You're an adult now, so try to see things from a different perspective. Just because we can't do something right now, doesn't mean you won't have fun at all. In fact, I was thinking that tomorrow, after I get back from work, we can go catch a movie, go shopping, or do something else you'd enjoy. So, please be understanding and let's plan something for tomorrow.”

“Yes Venkat Anna, you should…”

“Shut up, you dumb nugget. Who gave you the right to speak in between us. What is this Geetha, how could he dare to speak in between us? show your son his position or I will teach him my way?

“Sunil, go to your room and complete your assignment. Also say sorry to Venkat Anna.”

“Sorry”

“Huh! Why don’t you give me that same smirk again Sunil?”

“What? What smirks Venkat? Did Sunil misbehave with you?”

“Yeah, few moments ago, Sunil seemed to have forgotten his place”

Why Sunil? why would you trouble Venkat? Knell down in front of him and say sorry to him now.

I did say sorry mom, why would I kneel?

Well say it now, in front of me. I want to hear it from your mouth and see you plead.

Why Mom? Why kneel? I just said sorry, it’s not a big of a deal, ask to Venkat anna.

Sunil, you need to understand your position. Without my intervention, that one slap from Venkat would have left you seeing stars. Venkat is older and more physically powerful and manly than you. You need to show respect for that, an accomplishment you could never hope to achieve. Now kneel and ask for his forgiveness.

Desperate and out of options, I resorted to the unthinkable. I kneeled before him, his smug, arrogant face leering down at my prostrate form. Shattered remnants of my pride and dignity lay scattered on the ground as I begged pathetically for his forgiveness, debasing myself utterly in the process.

I’m sorry Venkat anna. Please forgive me

Is it okay Venkat?

Yeah hhaahhaa! I just wanted to show this useless cuck his place.

Cuck?! What does it mean?!

I will tell you later about it Geetha. But tell me doesn’t it suits best on him? HAHHAH! Why the hell are you listening to our conversations cuck. Get lost!

Go to your room Sunil and don’t come out.

I stormed into my room, frustration and tears welling up inside me. His treatment of me was so unfair and infuriating. Just because I had laughed at him, he held it against me the entire time. Ugh, one of these days I'll give Venkat a taste of his own medicine. For a moment, I had foolishly hoped my mom had changed, but no, she was still completely under Venkat's thumb and influence. She is still his bitch.
 
That night, I put in some time working on my assignment before heading to bed at a reasonable hour. The next morning, I awoke early and my mother drove me to college. Throughout the entire ride, we didn't exchange a single word or even glance at each other. What was even more surprising was that she seemed completely indifferent to our lack of interaction. Just a few short days ago, she would eagerly pepper me with questions about my daily plans in the car, behaving like my best friend. But now, a palpable shift had occurred in her demeanour. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with my mom lately. Her transformation from an engaged, caring parent to this distant figure was disorienting and unwelcome. One thing I did know for certain - I couldn't stand this evolution in our relationship one bit.
 
I returned in evening; to see Venkat watching the videos he has sent me. 
 
What are you doing?
 
Watching how your sexy mother looked with my dick inside her. Just look at her face Sunil, look how much she is savouring this moment of forbidden pleasure, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and shame as she revels in the illicit thrill of being taken by your own Cousin, the taboo delight of cheating on her husband with the man she trusted most, a woman normally so prim and proper now unrecognizably lost in depravity, wants, and lust, her countenance reflecting the overwhelming sensations radiating from her most intimate place as I fill and stretch her with my big cock, her eyes glazed over in blissful surrender, as I claim her in the most primal way possible, marking her as mine for all eternity in front of her own flesh and blood, the primal thrill of violating the sacred bond of matrimony and motherhood giving me an almost feral satisfaction.

“Thanks for reminding it again but yeah, I have seen it”

“Seems like you have gotten bore of it cuck. Well sorry from my part, that I couldn’t provide you the clips of most interesting date of your mother.”

“That’s okay”

“No, I want to make up for it.”

Please Venkat, I’m already tired. I don’t want to be part of your game.

Really, don’t want to witness with your eyes. You’re a cuck right? That’s what submissive cuck usually love to do.

Huh?!

Hahahah! Get ready Sunil, today I have surprise for you as well your sexy mother”

“What? What now?”

“Oh, come on cuck-boy, don’t raise your voice like that. Did you forget your position? what you have been doing till now?”

“I’m sorry, I just got startled, so my voice changed”

“Good, now get freshen up before your mother arrives”

Unbeknownst to me, his thoughts were churning like a tempestuous sea. Yet in the depths of my mind, a voice whispered an ominous warning - that this eerie stillness was merely the calm before the storm, an impending maelstrom that threatened to make landfall and unleash its full fury.

When my mother arrived, Venkat eagerly rushed up to her, proclaiming that they would be heading to the shopping mall, which he had personally selected. Curious, my mother inquired as to why a shopping mall? Venkat responded with a mysterious grin, saying that it was a surprise, and politely requested that she make haste in preparing herself.
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What will be Venkat's next card? Is he going to put his master card on play?
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