13-03-2025, 06:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 15-03-2025, 10:58 AM by Mortalbeast. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Journey of a dutiful son towards cuckson
For admins - There are no sexual acts in this story involving minors and all characters are above the age of 18.
Disclaimer - Hello everyone, this is mortal, back with another erotic story.
This story is part reality and part fantasy with some incidents from younger years now transposed to the present.
Myself, Sunil, at this moment, I was sitting on my desk and writing an assignment for my college project on computer Ms word. Suddenly a mail notification popped in the corner of my screen. I was about to ignore it but when I saw the name of the sender, I instantly opened it as I used to envy him a lot. The message was short and fairly straight to the point.
" Yo boy Sunil,
I will be sending you a link and a message in about thirty minutes from now.
I think your father will have left to his office tour by now and you will be alone at home for the rest of the afternoon. I know your mother is out of the house right now and will be back later.
I am sure you will find it worth your while to ensure you drop all other plans for the day and wait for my message to follow.”
The fairly cryptic and open-ended message was from Venkat Anna, my mother’s elder sister’s son. He is 8 years elder to me. As my uncle was an NRI doctor so, he was quite rich and lived in USA. My mother’s elder sister (Meena aunty) also did medical in India that’s why she got married to NRI guy like my uncle. While my mother being youngest in her family was quite pampered, so her focus wasn’t on studies rather she focused on her looks, that’s what my grandma used to tell every time. After marrying my father, she got very strict on me about studies. I had literally become book worm still she complains of me wasting time and not focusing on studies.
Well now you all can understand why I envy my cousin Venkat. He has always lived a happy and adventurous life in USA. He doesn’t get good marks but still studied in privileged college.
When we were young, Venkat used to treat me very nicely and he loved to visit our house every vacation. But when he went to college or got older, he didn’t talk with me much but used to visit India every once in a year.
From few years though, Venkat has become too cocky towards me. Last year, he kept sending me to various shops outdoor to get things for him on summer afternoon. I did what he asked in hope he will take me to USA for once but after he left to USA he never replied to my messages.
Actually, I always wanted the life he lived so I wanted his help to shift to USA. I always loved foreign countries to visit. Those blonde women were so beautiful.
Once Venkat sent me a pic of his white girlfriend’s photo. She was so hot in that short skirt that I masturbated twice by looking at her photo.
Another message popped
“Remember last time Geetha came to visit USA”
I was quite surprised and taken back by this message. Actually ‘Geetha’ is my mother but why is Venkat calling her by name. He used to call her Gitu Aunty or Gsot in fashion. But what kind of modernisation was this to call your elder and your aunty with her name. At the moment I thought to ask him but I didn’t want to anger him.
Now I started thinking why is he mentioning about my mother’s visit.
Actually, few months ago my mother had visited USA after her elder sister, Meena aunty necessitated that she should somehow be present in the 30th anniversary of Meena aunty and my uncle. Meena aunty was so persuasive that she said she will look after all the expenses of travelling and getting a visa done for my mother.
Honestly, I couldn’t remember much noteworthy about mother’s visit to USA apart from my anger and disbelief that she didn’t take me. It was my golden opportunity for me to visit a foreign country but it was banished by my mother who cited my studies as the reason. Also, my father couldn’t get holiday from his office so he stayed back to look after me. My mother accompanied with our family friend’s, who were also invited to visit the grand anniversary celebration.
I remembered not looking at various photos of her at different touristy spots - some alone and some with Aunty, uncle and most of them with Venkat Anna(brother). She seemed to have enjoyed herself during the visit.
Upon my mother's return from the US, which had been postponed due to an illness, I noticed a distinct change in her demeanour. She exuded a newfound liveliness and confidence that was unmistakable. Additionally, her sense of style had undergone a transformation, with a more vibrant and modern approach to her attire. The way she dbangd her saree now seemed subtly more elegant and revealing, showcasing a fresh and refined fashion sense that was a departure from her previous understated approach.
In numerous photos from my mother's US trip, she can be seen stylishly dressed in jeans and gowns, exuding confidence. What's even more impressive, however, is the fact that she embarked on this solo journey overseas, navigating unfamiliar lands and immersing herself in a new culture, and returned home successfully - a feat that deserves admiration and credit.
With modern Internet communication being the way it is, there were frequent calls going between India and the US while mother was in the US. I was frequently doing a video call to see the places and people. But towards the end she was sick, so tickets were rebooked.
If at all anything was a bit annoying was that my mother would insist mostly on audio-only calls on WhatsApp saying the Internet connection at Auntie’s apartment was not that great and that data plans were costly in the US. Even I had expressed surprised at this many times and also joked about it before my mother and father about how bad Internet connection was in US compared to India. I was proud that our house had much better Wi-Fi than them.
It had been few months since mother’s return from USA and that was the last time Venkat used to send me photos of my mother during her stay. After she returned, I tried to contact but he would never reply back. Then why send me this type of message all of a sudden.
Actually, I had no idea what Venkat was going to send me in a little while or is this some kind of prank from him. I didn’t want to look fool in front of him. So, I began thinking and reading his message twice and thrice trying to encode any clue. A sense of foreboding and worry took over me and I couldn't understand why?
As I went through the message again and again, it felt a bit mysterious - why make me wait this way? How did Venkat know that my father would be leaving for his office trip just then and that I would be alone the rest of the day? How did he know my mother was not at home?
As time passed, I realised that my body has started trembling just a little and my heart beating a tad faster and the sense of anticipation of what was coming in the next message was getting to be a bit overwhelming.
As I looked at the timestamp on the first message again and again. It said 10:27 AM Indian time which meant I should be receiving that follow up message around 11 AM. Those intervening minutes seemed to pass ever so slowly and I kept hitting the refresh button over and over again to see if something had come from Venkat.
The follow-up message from Venkat came precisely on time at 10:57. One had to give him some credit for punctuality and sticking to his schedule. Now he had sent message on my telegram.
“Hy”
“Hlo Anna”
“I have sent you an email”
“I trust you are alone at home now. if not, I recommend you to not act on anything in this email till you are by yourself”
I asked “what is this all about?”
“Don’t you remember, Geetha came to visit US for celebration of my parent’s 30th anniversary?”
Yes, I remember Anna. I have seen photos before. Are you sending me videos of the party?
“No”
Oh! Then leave all this Anna (Brother). Tell me how are you?
“Shut up and listen to me”
“Yes Anna”
“Did you know that your parent’s 20th Anniversary was when your mother was here”
“Yes Anna”
“So, your parents had to spend it apart”.
Yeah (sad emoji)
"How did your father celebrate?"
“Just normal. You know him, dad doesn’t like all this anniversary parties and all.”
“Oh! Huh, but I think Geetha did have a wonderful time here that day. She had fun whole day”
“Of course, Anna, I know Meena aunty must have done something special for her. Actually, I didn’t see any photos of mom in her anniversary. What did Meena aunty do?”
“Your mother, Geetha was with me on her 20th anniversary”
“Huh!?”
“Now go check your email. Do as said in the mail. Okay?”
“Okay Anna”
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For admins - There are no sexual acts in this story involving minors and all characters are above the age of 18.
Disclaimer - Hello everyone, this is mortal, back with another erotic story.
This story is part reality and part fantasy with some incidents from younger years now transposed to the present.
Myself, Sunil, at this moment, I was sitting on my desk and writing an assignment for my college project on computer Ms word. Suddenly a mail notification popped in the corner of my screen. I was about to ignore it but when I saw the name of the sender, I instantly opened it as I used to envy him a lot. The message was short and fairly straight to the point.
" Yo boy Sunil,
I will be sending you a link and a message in about thirty minutes from now.
I think your father will have left to his office tour by now and you will be alone at home for the rest of the afternoon. I know your mother is out of the house right now and will be back later.
I am sure you will find it worth your while to ensure you drop all other plans for the day and wait for my message to follow.”
The fairly cryptic and open-ended message was from Venkat Anna, my mother’s elder sister’s son. He is 8 years elder to me. As my uncle was an NRI doctor so, he was quite rich and lived in USA. My mother’s elder sister (Meena aunty) also did medical in India that’s why she got married to NRI guy like my uncle. While my mother being youngest in her family was quite pampered, so her focus wasn’t on studies rather she focused on her looks, that’s what my grandma used to tell every time. After marrying my father, she got very strict on me about studies. I had literally become book worm still she complains of me wasting time and not focusing on studies.
Well now you all can understand why I envy my cousin Venkat. He has always lived a happy and adventurous life in USA. He doesn’t get good marks but still studied in privileged college.
When we were young, Venkat used to treat me very nicely and he loved to visit our house every vacation. But when he went to college or got older, he didn’t talk with me much but used to visit India every once in a year.
From few years though, Venkat has become too cocky towards me. Last year, he kept sending me to various shops outdoor to get things for him on summer afternoon. I did what he asked in hope he will take me to USA for once but after he left to USA he never replied to my messages.
Actually, I always wanted the life he lived so I wanted his help to shift to USA. I always loved foreign countries to visit. Those blonde women were so beautiful.
Once Venkat sent me a pic of his white girlfriend’s photo. She was so hot in that short skirt that I masturbated twice by looking at her photo.
Another message popped
“Remember last time Geetha came to visit USA”
I was quite surprised and taken back by this message. Actually ‘Geetha’ is my mother but why is Venkat calling her by name. He used to call her Gitu Aunty or Gsot in fashion. But what kind of modernisation was this to call your elder and your aunty with her name. At the moment I thought to ask him but I didn’t want to anger him.
Now I started thinking why is he mentioning about my mother’s visit.
Actually, few months ago my mother had visited USA after her elder sister, Meena aunty necessitated that she should somehow be present in the 30th anniversary of Meena aunty and my uncle. Meena aunty was so persuasive that she said she will look after all the expenses of travelling and getting a visa done for my mother.
Honestly, I couldn’t remember much noteworthy about mother’s visit to USA apart from my anger and disbelief that she didn’t take me. It was my golden opportunity for me to visit a foreign country but it was banished by my mother who cited my studies as the reason. Also, my father couldn’t get holiday from his office so he stayed back to look after me. My mother accompanied with our family friend’s, who were also invited to visit the grand anniversary celebration.
I remembered not looking at various photos of her at different touristy spots - some alone and some with Aunty, uncle and most of them with Venkat Anna(brother). She seemed to have enjoyed herself during the visit.
Upon my mother's return from the US, which had been postponed due to an illness, I noticed a distinct change in her demeanour. She exuded a newfound liveliness and confidence that was unmistakable. Additionally, her sense of style had undergone a transformation, with a more vibrant and modern approach to her attire. The way she dbangd her saree now seemed subtly more elegant and revealing, showcasing a fresh and refined fashion sense that was a departure from her previous understated approach.
In numerous photos from my mother's US trip, she can be seen stylishly dressed in jeans and gowns, exuding confidence. What's even more impressive, however, is the fact that she embarked on this solo journey overseas, navigating unfamiliar lands and immersing herself in a new culture, and returned home successfully - a feat that deserves admiration and credit.
With modern Internet communication being the way it is, there were frequent calls going between India and the US while mother was in the US. I was frequently doing a video call to see the places and people. But towards the end she was sick, so tickets were rebooked.
If at all anything was a bit annoying was that my mother would insist mostly on audio-only calls on WhatsApp saying the Internet connection at Auntie’s apartment was not that great and that data plans were costly in the US. Even I had expressed surprised at this many times and also joked about it before my mother and father about how bad Internet connection was in US compared to India. I was proud that our house had much better Wi-Fi than them.
It had been few months since mother’s return from USA and that was the last time Venkat used to send me photos of my mother during her stay. After she returned, I tried to contact but he would never reply back. Then why send me this type of message all of a sudden.
Actually, I had no idea what Venkat was going to send me in a little while or is this some kind of prank from him. I didn’t want to look fool in front of him. So, I began thinking and reading his message twice and thrice trying to encode any clue. A sense of foreboding and worry took over me and I couldn't understand why?
As I went through the message again and again, it felt a bit mysterious - why make me wait this way? How did Venkat know that my father would be leaving for his office trip just then and that I would be alone the rest of the day? How did he know my mother was not at home?
As time passed, I realised that my body has started trembling just a little and my heart beating a tad faster and the sense of anticipation of what was coming in the next message was getting to be a bit overwhelming.
As I looked at the timestamp on the first message again and again. It said 10:27 AM Indian time which meant I should be receiving that follow up message around 11 AM. Those intervening minutes seemed to pass ever so slowly and I kept hitting the refresh button over and over again to see if something had come from Venkat.
The follow-up message from Venkat came precisely on time at 10:57. One had to give him some credit for punctuality and sticking to his schedule. Now he had sent message on my telegram.
“Hy”
“Hlo Anna”
“I have sent you an email”
“I trust you are alone at home now. if not, I recommend you to not act on anything in this email till you are by yourself”
I asked “what is this all about?”
“Don’t you remember, Geetha came to visit US for celebration of my parent’s 30th anniversary?”
Yes, I remember Anna. I have seen photos before. Are you sending me videos of the party?
“No”
Oh! Then leave all this Anna (Brother). Tell me how are you?
“Shut up and listen to me”
“Yes Anna”
“Did you know that your parent’s 20th Anniversary was when your mother was here”
“Yes Anna”
“So, your parents had to spend it apart”.
Yeah (sad emoji)
"How did your father celebrate?"
“Just normal. You know him, dad doesn’t like all this anniversary parties and all.”
“Oh! Huh, but I think Geetha did have a wonderful time here that day. She had fun whole day”
“Of course, Anna, I know Meena aunty must have done something special for her. Actually, I didn’t see any photos of mom in her anniversary. What did Meena aunty do?”
“Your mother, Geetha was with me on her 20th anniversary”
“Huh!?”
“Now go check your email. Do as said in the mail. Okay?”
“Okay Anna”
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