Misc. Erotica Journey of a Dutiful Son towards Cuckson

[Mortalbeast]

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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It was a warm midsummer Friday evening as we prepared to head out on the town as asked by Venkat. The sweltering heat made casual summer attire the obvious choice. I slipped into my jeans and a shirt, ready to go. However, my mother was still preoccupied for too long with her own preparations. I let out an exasperated huff, wondering aloud just how long she intended to keep us waiting around.
 
Just then I heard chuckle. It was Venkat, and I have to say that he looked quite muscular for some odd reasons. I know he had clearly been working out because his powerful upper body was very well presented in a close-fitting white polo shirt and the tight buttocks, I knew many women had secretly admired for a long time - and which I had seen rising and falling between my mom’s open thighs - were displayed to great effect by a pair of tailored chinos.
 
Damn! Venkat knows how to dress to impress. How does he look that good? Maybe I should start going to gym. But will I look that good like him?
 
My rain of thoughts was stopped by Venkat. As he asked me what I was murmuring. I had to tell something else or else he will be even more cocky towards me.
 
Emmm…...It’s getting late. Mom is taking too much time. I don’t know why she is taking so much time today? She is usually quick in getting dressed.
 
Venkat flashed me a knowing grin. "Just give her some space and respect, cuck,". "Geetha should look extra special for me tonight. Don’t you think?!" he said with a wink
 
I knew Venkat had planned something big. As he was in the house, whole day, he took all his time to plan a seditious tale. 

After some time had passed, mom finally emerged from her bedroom. As soon as my eyes fell upon her, a shiver ran through me, leaving goosebumps on my skin. I could hardly believe it - just the sight of my mother wearing a saree was enough to give me an erection.



She had dbangd a beautiful blue chiffon saree around herself. The fabric flowed and hugged her figure in all the right places, highlighting every single curve of her body. Her saree was tied low on her waist, exposing her deep navel since it sat well below her belly button.

She wore a white sleeveless blouse that had a deep, plunging neckline. The thin, flimsy material of the blouse struggled to contain her ample 34C breasts. It was clear that she had opted to wear a strapless bra under the blouse, as the delicate blouse likely wouldn't support a regular bra with straps.

Mom had applied only light touch of make-up due to the heat - eyeliner, a touch of mascara and some lip gloss. Her shoulder length silky hair tied in usual ponytail and she put on her favourite stiletto heels. With the heels on she was looking 2 inches taller. Although I never had any incest feeling towards her but looking at her that day, I genuinely thought she was one hell of a sexy woman and lot of men are going to have raging hard on that night just by looking at her like that.

Mom instantly asked Venkat how she looked to which Venkat looked mesmerised. His jaws had dropped a bit before he steadied himself and said "you look ravishing Geetha, I can already feel movement in my pant".

Mom immediately gave him a side eye citing my presence and was surely shying as Venkat kept ogling at her like a hungry tiger eying its prey.

My emotions at that moment were quite complex, a curious mix of pride and jealousy swirling within me. On one hand, I felt a deep sense of pride swelling in my chest as I gazed upon my beautiful mother, radiant with joy and love. Yet on the other hand, an unexpected tinge of jealousy gnawed at me as I watched Venkat bask in her affection, a part of me yearning for that spotlight to shine on me instead.

Venkat then announced that we would be taking a cab, which prompted a surprised reaction from my mom. "Why a cab, when we have our own car?" she asked, offering to drive herself. However, Venkat quickly intervened, saying, "No, Geetha, you've been working hard enough. I want you to relax and enjoy the ride, not tire yourself out driving."

Venkat ran his fingers along my mom’s side hair, across her eye while eying that too in front of me. I could see mom melting slowly and unconsciously getting into his arms.



Mmmh…. Sunil, go and check your room. See if you have forgotten anything. Then lock it.

I haven’t forgotten anything mom, we can lock all room at once when we will be ready to leave.

I could see mom fuming with anger and looked at me for few seconds. Then she turned and went to her room, murmuring ‘I forgot something…’

Venkat strode across the hallway as if to go into the bedroom, then stopped suddenly in the doorway. Retracing his steps, he looked across me and grinned commenting ‘I explained your position earlier Sunil. You are a cuck. You have to behave like a cuck. The quick you accept it; least painful it would be.’ Then he walked straight inside where my beautiful mom obviously must be waiting for him.

I crumbled on the couch with thoughts going all over, thinking what he just said. Should I accept? But how does cuck behave? What is he expecting me to do?

After a short while, noises soon began to filter through the thin internal wall. First there was that unusual giggling of my mom then the low tones of Venkat's masculine voice followed by the familiar higher whispering notes of mom. Her words were indecipherable but she sounded happy and excited. There were more words from them both, then I heard my mom’s approaching Payal noise.

Sunil, close all door and lock it. Till then, Venkat will book a cab.

I did as my mom asked, making my way through the house, shutting and locking each door. By the time I got to the main entrance, it was clear Venkat had already called for a cab.

The taxi pulled up shortly thereafter. Venkat chivalrously helped my mother into the vehicle, his arm gently resting at her waist as a gentlemanly gesture. They took their seats in the back, leaving me to sit up front beside the driver.

After a few minutes of travel, I glanced over at the driver. I noticed he was constantly adjusting the rear-view mirror and glancing at it. At first, I paid it little mind, but as the minutes ticked by with minimal traffic on the road, I found myself wondering why he kept eyeing that mirror so intently. So, I leaned back in my seat and tried to catch a glimpse of what had so thoroughly captivated the driver's attention. What I saw made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The driver had angled the mirror to give himself a perfect view of my mother in the backseat. Suddenly, he caught my glare and I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me. But I bit my tongue, knowing that confronting him about his lecherous behaviour would only cause an ugly scene.



After a couple of minutes, we were travelling at high speed on the motorway. I glanced over at the driver and saw he was still looking in the rear-view mirror. This was getting on my nerves and I wanted to inform about this creepy driver to Venkat. So, I tried to peek at the back seat. Although it was dark outside, the motorway streetlights provided enough illumination for me to see Venkat with his arm dbangd around my mother's shoulder. They were gazing into each other's eyes, chatting and laughing like a pair of love-struck newlyweds. This infuriated me even more than before.

Feeling a little guilty that I was not quite able to put a stop to things, I glanced guiltily in the mirror to see what was happening in the back seat and whether Venkat or mom had noticed that a stranger is watching them. 

I was utterly shocked and humiliated by the scandalous spectacle before my eyes as I peered into the taxi's backseat. The unthinkable scene played out in vivid detail - Venkat brazenly grasping my mother's delicate hand in his own, his free hand boldly venturing towards the alluring expanse of her exposed navel. To my absolute disbelief and revulsion, mom wantonly guided his wandering fingers still deeper into the sultry depths of her navel, erupting into a peal of giggles at this brazen public display. Venkat joined in her mirthful laughter, his fingers now shamelessly probing and teasing the intimate recesses of her bellybutton with reckless abandon, the two acting like lovestruck adolescents without a care in the world for their surroundings or propriety. Tears of shame stung my eyes as I struggled to process the reality that the woman who raised me could so callously discard any semblance of maternal modesty or decorum.



I felt it so ridiculous that I turned front and tried to divert my mind by looking at the traffic and roads. At this point I couldn’t understand upon whom should I anger? My own mother, who is brazenly exposing herself, Venkat, who deliberately Pelling away my mom’s dignity or this stranger who is happily spectating all this scandalous event?

After a while, there was traffic stop approaching but I felt our car wasn’t stopping and there was whole lot of traffic ahead. With tensed I shouted at the driver “Hey watch out, break! Break!! Break!!

As I glanced over at the driver, he appeared to be in a confused state of mind, his full attention still fixated on the rear-view mirror. Meanwhile, one of his hands was busily rubbing and scratching at his crotch area in an absentminded manner, clearly preoccupied with some private discomfort or distraction.

Seeing him in this condition, I looked back and completely dumbstruck to see Venkat removing his hand from my mom’s blouse. While my mom was leaned on the seat, her face looked flushed and red, saree slightly misplaced. One thing which gave me goosebumps was seeing mom correcting her bra and buttoning her blouse.



What the hell is Venkat doing to my mom? Why was her blouse opened? She was correcting her inner bra too. How did she even allow such bizarre act in a taxi.

However, I composed rather quickly and tried to shower all of my pent-up anger on the cab driver. Although I was angry and tried to look tough but honestly, even I could feel my weak voice breaking with intrusive thoughts. Still holding together, I tried to think like Venkat and what he would have done in this instance.  

That was close driver! Why don’t you pay more attention on the road. Why were you keep looking in the rear-view mirror? You are not driving backwards? Focus on the road and drive us safe till our destination. Can you do that?  I groaned with shaky voice and goosebump all over my body. This is first time in my life, I’m shouting on a stranger or anyone other than my friends.

Yes sir, I’m sorry, I... I was looking at the approaching lorry from the back. 

Venkat groaned with smile “With twin headlights?”

Driver again looking at rear view mirror “Yes sir”

Venkat “was it good”

Driver with smile said “The best I had seen sir. I never knew headlight bulbs could be so round and pointy.”

Venkat with smile “best in the town, right?”

Driver looking back through rear view mirror “Best in the state sir. She is truly gorgeous and God gifted”

That’s when strangely I heard my mom’s giggles while still correcting her saree. Then she said “will you concentrate on the road and not damage the truck please?”

Driver with a bigger smile “of course madam, I won’t let anything happen to such a premium truck with God gifted headlights and bulbs. Such a magnificent piece of art”

Mom kept giggling while listening to driver and said “you all men are so desperate”

Venkat with a smirk said “men will be men”. 

Honestly, I didn’t understand a word of them. What are they talking about? Truck; headlight; bulb; Does that even make sense? Why didn’t Venkat understand that this creepy driver was looking at my mom all the while and not at any truck.

Getting frustrated and seeing no other option. I thought to message Venkat. At least, when he knows about what this creepy driver is doing, I’m sure he will hit him. So, I sent him messages on Instagram. But there wasn’t any notification noise. So, I sent again on WhatsApp. Again, there wasn’t any notification noise from his phone. Frustrated, I looked back to direct him to check his phone. But What I witnessed, gave me a perspective, why Venkat isn’t bothered about his phone?

I saw Mom resting her head on Venkat's shoulders while he was caressing her with a tender, almost reverent touch. His expert hands seemed to dance across her body, starting at her delicate fingers and slowly tracing a path up her arms before gently stroking the smooth skin of her neck before gradually moving to a more intimate position on her butt, beneath which, the edge of her fine blue chiffon saree dbangd her brown shapely ass.





Slowly, Venkat's fingers began to move downwards in a slow and twisting motion, like a snake navigating through grass, with it my heart beat began to rise but all this while my mom just kept biting her lips and remained silent, offering no resistance. His fingers continued their gentle yet deliberate exploration, slowly making their way up her leg until they reached her knee. From there, he started to carefully pull her saree upwards. My body started shivering at what I was witnessing in car. At this point mom made some half-hearted objections. Undeterred, Venkat looked in her eye and whispered something to mom and his hand persisted in its gradual ascent, eventually raising up her saree to just above her knees, his movements patient yet insistent. Just then I felt, a hard-on.





Thinking, all this storm would settle, I tried to calm myself down. just then Venkat’s hand began sliding up underneath mom's saree. I instantly jolted on my front seat and began trembling in shock and might be in excitement too. Although I have seen Venkat fuck my mom but this brazen act inside the car was making me quite nervous and excited. I could see his fingers grazing my mom’s bare skin just above her knee.
 
Just then, Mom placed her own hand firmly on top of his, as if to halt his advances. Both of them froze, locked in an intense stare. Venkat’s hand remained poised high up her thigh, stroking her smooth flesh while the taxi driver's eyes flicked back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror, taking in the scandalous scene unfolding in the backseat. To utter shame, all this was making me excited and many more emotions kept running through me causing me shiver and sweat like a maniac. Is this what cuck usually do? Is this who I’m?  
 
Diverting my focus on back seat, I saw my mom made no move to withdraw Venkat’s wandering hand, seemingly content to let his fingers remain right where they were, a silent permission for him to continue his surreptitious exploration of her body in front of taxi driver and her own son. As if her desires seemed to have overcome all shame. Was it possible for all woman to follow their desire or is it Venkat’s expert ministration that overwhelmingly pushing my mom’s desire over everything.
 
A sudden gasp or moan of my mom from my back seat startled me and pulled me out of my imagination. Glancing over, I saw her saree was hiked up even more than before, exposing her shapely legs and intimating at her motherly thighs. Her eyes fluttered closed, there was a noticeable pink flush on her cheeks as she let out another muffled whimper, her breathing becoming heavy and laboured.



 

From my vantage point, I couldn't quite make out what was happening, but the tense, rippling muscles in Venkat's forearm and wrist told a tale. I could only assume that his hands were busy exploring the smooth, bare expanse of my mother's thighs or somewhere even more deeper, eliciting those breathy whimpers from her lips.
 
Suddenly there was a loud groan AGGHhh…. Urhhh…
 
It was the driver’s grunt that startled us all. Venkat's hand returned reluctantly to the seat and mom tried to recover her composure by correcting her saree, pretending that nothing had happened.
 
Then I composed myself too and sat straight. I slightly turned towards the cab driver to see him panting and sweating. What happened to him? Did he get heart attack or something, I thought to myself.
 
Seems like, you are having too much fun!! Groaned Venkat from back.
 
What? Did he see me spectating my mom’s scandalous affair in car? Oh no, now he will torment me like anything. Mom will also know about it. What will I say to her?
 
Thinking all this, as I was about to decline……
 
“Sorry sir, it’s just I couldn’t help myself”
 
HAHAHA!! Of course I heard you couldn’t control yourself. What led you to such helplessness?
 
Sir…...It…. I….
 
Truck tire?! Or those smooth noises it created?
 
Both sir…. both…. I’m sorry sir…
 
No, it’s okay! I can understand your condition. Afterall I’m a man too. HHAAAHHAA!!
 
What are they talking about? Truck tire? I looked back through window, to see there wasn’t any truck behind us? Then why did this driver grunt so loudly? Upon taking a closer look at the driver, I noticed a large, wet stain on his pants near the crotch area.
 
"This is crazy! The taxi driver actually came while looking at my mom's legs and naked thighs? That's so wrong, a total stranger cumming after seeing my mom's gorgeous legs. It's actually hot and erotic that a stranger enjoyed my mom’s beauty but it's completely wrong!"
 
H…how was the truck tire? Was it good? Shuddered mom as if trembling or shaking with words.
 
Gorgeous! Madam, just gorgeous! I’m sorry madam, I don’t know the right word to describe.
 
For a poor man such as myself, something so exquisite is simply a figment of my imagination or confined to the silver screen. You've graciously brought this fantasy to vivid life before my very eyes. Madam, this has been the most extraordinary and memorable journey of my life.
 
Wait, why is he thanking my mom for his fantasy on truck? But where is the truck? I didn’t see any truck? What are they talking about? Is he tricking my mom?
 
HAHAHHA!! Of course, this should be your best journey. Thanks to this amazing truck; grunted Venkat in excitement.
 
Men…will be…. men; exclaimed mom
 
Suddenly all of them erupted laughing except me. I couldn’t understand much of their word. It seemed like they were talking in some code language. I tried hard to put these words in alignment. Ignoring them and their coded conversation, I focused on constructing and decoding their earlier conversation.
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