I’m feeling like writing something. Kindly tell me what you think of my story.
Disclaimer: This is a cuckold story. The work is entirely (100%) fictional. It involves adulterous cheating and explores the angst involved for several characters. Happy endings are not necessarily part of the package. If this kind of story is not your cup of tea, please by all means move on to another thread.
Daniel:
My mother, May, was everything a son could ask for. She was kind, loving, selfless, and very beautiful. I’m not just saying that because she’s my mother and I love her. Even my closest friends who had seen her won’t shut up about how gorgeous she is.
My mother got pregnant with me when she was very young. My father, smitten by her, married her on the spot. I’ve been to several of my friends’ homes and had observed their family dynamics. I don’t think I have ever seen another couple as devoted to each other as my parents. My mother May and my father Steve loves each other dearly. I can see it in their eyes when they look at each other and from the way they touch when they come together. I don’t think my father had ever stopped flirting with her since the day they met.
My father is a hardworking man. His family did not support his marriage but had agreed to pay for his education. He spent almost my entire childhood striving to provide a better life for our family. Hence he was always very busy and was not always available to me. As a result my mother had become somewhat of a role model to me and was responsible for the development of my moral compass. All my life, she was my source of knowing what was right and wrong and how to morally discern my actions and choices.
Daniel:
I guess you could say that I grew up into a well-adjusted individual. I did well at school and was reasonably popular with my peers. When I entered secondary 3, I befriended a new boy who was sitting next to me in class. His name was Alex Xu. He was a nice guy all around but there seemed to be a dark side to him which surfaces occasionally. I managed to catch a glimpse of this side of him several times throughout the course of the year.
The first time was when we were in the badminton club practice one day. Alex was paired against another student called ZhangWei who had this tendency to trick his opponents into misjudging the direction or trajectory of the shuttlecock by using his body language. He would usually alter the angle or the power of his racquet at the last split second to hit the shuttlecock where his opponents least expect it.
For example, during his match with Alex, Zhang Wei swung his racquet with full force at the shuttle cock coming at him in mid air, causing Alex to grapple backwards to intercept it. However, the shuttlecock just bounced lightly off his racquet and landed on Alex’s front. It went on. Left when Alex moved right, front when Alex moved back, and vice versa.
Maybe it was ZhangWei’s constant sneer which was always plastered across his face when he was playing that caused Alex to snap. One minute he was calmly serving the shuttlecock, the next, he was past the net, pummelling ZhangWei’s cocky sneer off his face. Of course, Alex was put on probation and booted off the badminton team after that.
Despite his flaws, my friendship with Alex blossomed quickly. He was a headstrong person, but a reliable friend. He can be stubbornly persistent at times but that was the one good thing about him.
Daniel:
It was months after the badminton incident before I first invited Alex to my house for the first time. There was a school project to be done and Alex and I decided it would be more fun to share our workload. My mother was more than pleased to meet him as she rarely met any of my schoolmates.
“Hello. You must be Alex. Daniel has told me so much about you,” my mother greeted him at our doorstep when I brought him home.
“H… h… hello… Mrs. Ting…”
I couldn’t help turning and looking at him in surprise. I’ve never heard him stammer like that before. Alex didn’t even seemed to notice me staring at him with cocked eyebrows. Mom, sensing his discomfort, quickly ushered him up the stairs and promised to come along with drinks and snacks later. By the time we reached my room, Alex’s face was as red as a tomato.
“Hey… what happen to you? Fever issit?” I teased him, knowing full well the effect my mom’s beauty has on any hot blooded teenage boy. We got to work regardless. And by the time my mom came up with the promised treats, Alex had regained enough of his composure to say a full ‘Thank you’ to mom. My mom just smiled warmly and excused herself.
For the rest of that week, Alex came home with me every day to work on the assignment. When the project was concluded, he still asked if he could come over my house to hang out. My mom was getting used to see him tagging behind me when we got home from school. She even started making lunch for him.
As our homework was usually wrapped up under a few hours, he usually had to leave at mid-afternoon. That changed when he brought a large box to school one day and then lugged it along on the busride to my house after. In my room he unpacked the package. It was a Playstation 3 along with dozens of original games. He asked if he could store it in my house until further notice. My heart leapt for joy that day.
From that point onward, Alex stayed over until the evenings when my father gets home. The only times he didn’t come over was when he or I have to attend extra co-curricular activities. He would bring a new game every now and then. Mom insisted that we finish all our homework before playing. We would comply and then spend entire afternoons mashing buttons in front of the living room TV. For someone who owns a PS3, Alex was an extremely poor player. Sometimes I feel he could do better if he wasn’t so distracted by my mother. I didn’t even notice that he was gradually allowing me to play longer than him. In a few weeks, I was usually the only one playing and he seemed contented to just watch. As to what he was actually watching, I had no idea. I was too busy killing digital monsters.
Daniel:
One day, Alex got into a violent fight again with a guy who forgot to invite him to a birthday party. My mother cried out with concern when he trudged home behind me, bruised, cut, and battered. My mother sent me to fetch the first aid kit while she led him to the bath room to be cleaned up.
When I returned with the stuff, I peered into the bathroom to take a look. Alex was sitting on the covered toilet seat while mom was squatting in front of him and unbuttoning his uniform blouse. Alex was red as a tomato again. In fact, the light scrape on his forehead seemed to have started bleeding once more.
I myself was feeling a little embarrassed for Alex. My mother was cooing comforting words while undressing him like he was a little boy. Being a sensitive soul, my Mother sensed Alex’s discomfort and turned around to close the bathroom door.
“Daniel, fetch a towel and some of your clothes for Alex okay?” She said kindly before shutting the door. I did as she asked and placed the towel and clothing on a stool beside the bathroom door. That was when I heard my mother gasp sharply from behind the door.
Her voice immediately put all kind of images in my head. Most of them are not decent. I had already had experience with porn and masturbation, but at that moment, my entire body was humming with arousal. My heart was pounding and racing and I felt feverish. All that from wondering what might be happening in the bathroom without my knowledge.
For a moment I was stunned by the nauseating heat washing over my body. Thinking quickly, I made my way out the back door of the house to where the windows of the bathroom are. Luckily for me, they were open. Scampering as quietly as I can, I went back into the house and came back out with a chair. It was no good. I still wasn’t tall enough. I felt like screaming with frustration. Pacing around restlessly, I tried to think of a way.
Then it hit me. Quickly, I went back into the house and reappeared with my mother’s small hand mirror from her purse. Climbing back up on the chair, I raised the mirror over the window ledge. Success! I had a clear view of the going ons inside the bathroom. Somehow, I felt a little disappointed that the scene pales in comparison to what was streaming through my brain when I heard my mom gasp.
Alex was standing away from me towards the shower wall. He was naked except for his boxers. With water falling all over him. He seemed tense, possibly grimacing in pain. Mom was behind him, holding and turning him this way and that to make sure the water adequately rinses every single wound. I was a little shocked to see his body from the back. Though he was badly bruised and cut in the recent fight, it was nothing compared to the numerous gruesome scars that adorned his body.
My mother must have been horrified as well, hence her cry which I had heard earlier.
“Alex dear, turn around,” my mother said gently.
My eyes shifted to look at her. I felt a lump in my throat. Mom was wearing a simple large T-shirt and shorts, which was now totally soaked from the shower and clung tightly to her nicely curved body. I could see the outline of her cream colored bra under her wet white T-shirt. This was the first time I laid my eyes on her shapely hourglass body, the first time I looked upon her as a woman, not just as a mother.
Alex must have experienced the same thing I did when he turned around. I could see his eyes widen and lock on my mom’s chest. If my mother noticed him gawking, she did not show it. She continued to rinse his cuts tenderly.
“Alex,” my mom said worriedly, “how did you get this scars?”
Alex looked down, unable to answer. My mother did not push the issue. She started to sponge his body, tentatively circling around his wounds. Oddly, Alex didn’t seem to be in pain any more. Upon careful inspection of his mirror image, he seemed to be distracted by my mother’s ample chest.
My mother continued sponging him for a few minutes and then suddenly froze. After a while she slowly resumed cleaning Alex. Alex’s face grew redder until it was almost glowing. It was only when my mother turned away to replace the sponge did I spot Alex’s giant erection straining uncomfortably against his grey cotton boxers. Since the fabric was soaked, I could see his penis bent in an uncomfortable angle.
Even my mother’s face was flushed. She had already replaced the sponge but kept her back towards Alex. It was not possible for her to miss the giant hard-on in front of her a few moments ago and now she seemed to be at a loss, contemplating her next move.
“Ummm… Why don’t you take off your shorts? It must be uncomfortable right?” She spoke up, trying to sound calm but failing to hide her breathlessness.
Alex complied, gingerly slipping off the pair of boxers. For a split second, I could not even think as I caught sight of Alex’s generous endowment. I had no idea that normal people could grow it that large. Normal as opposed to pornstars of course.
My mother turned around when she heard nothing from Alex. She froze again as expected. What I did not expect was her stumbling backwards and sitting on the toilet on account of weakened knees. I guess her reaction was too much for Alex to handle because he immediately turned around away from her and tried to open the bathroom door to flee.
“Alex! Wait! Stop!” My mother yelled out. She stepped up and caught him by his injured shoulder just as he was halfway out the door. Alex doubled over in pain.
“Oh God! Sorry! Sorry!” she apologized. “I’m sorry Alex. Come on, I need to treat your wounds.”
Alex resisted, squatting hunched on the toilet doorway. “I’m a monster” he sobbed.
“Alex… Don’t say that. You’re not a monster.”
“I’m not normal.”
“It’s alright. You’re special. Everybody has something unique about themselves.”
That seemed to calm him down a little. Alex allowed himself to be led back into the bathroom. My mother then proceeded to dry him and bandage his wounds, all the while trying to avoid staring at his dick. Seeing that they were almost done, I made my stealthy return into the house.
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Originally Posted by
Squeezy
TS,
Not to be mean but seriously, are you sick?
Possibly… my throat itches and my nose won’t stop running… I was feeling feverish before but thankfully, that has passed. Don’t worry, no one can call you mean when it’s obvious you care a lot about other people’s heath and well being.
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Originally Posted by
tripleaxe
Love it. Keep up the good story writing.
By any chance you are an American? Cause the story reads like one.
Could be just me though.
Nah. Malaysian. American educated though. Would it help if I sprinkle some ’lah’s here and there?
Daniel:
I was ready to dismiss what happened in the bathroom by the time Alex went home on that day. After all, nothing really happened. By the next day, it was all behind me. That was until after school when Alex came home with me and my mother took him aside to change his bandages.
I followed him to the bathroom door which my mother quietly shut in my face. My emotions was in turmoil again and I felt my own cock harden. I was starting to make the connection between my arousal and the not knowing of what was happening in the bathroom. Perhaps it was equally due to knowing that anything could happen in there. I had to find out. Within minutes, I was out in the backyard on my toes with a pocket mirror dangling from one raised hand.
I could see that my mother had just finished helping Alex out of his school uniform. He was standing in his briefs and his fresh erection was apparent.
“I’m s.. sorry aunty…” He stammered.
Cheeks colored, my mother smiled at him assuringly. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you take your underwear off?”
Alex gulped and nodded. When he was done, mom started working on peeling off his bandages. She was standing, slightly bent towards him in order to avoid accidentally rubbing his raised meat pole against her body.
“Does it still hurt?” She asked. Alex nodded dumbly. I caught her gently tracing the outlines of the various scars on his body as she worked to get the bandages off. My mother was effectively touching him all over. Alex’s dick started twitching, as if impatiently demanding its turn to feel my mother’s soft hands.
“ummmm… why don’t you take a shower first okay?” My mother suggested nervously, blatantly ignoring the wobbling monster pointing upwards towards her belly. Alex, obedient as a lamb, turned around and got started. I watched my red faced mother remain planted where she was, breathing heavily. She seemed to be taking a few minutes to catch her breath.
Alex just stood stoically under the shower letting the water wash over him. My mother took a step towards him, and then hesitated for a moment. She looked like she was considering something. To my horror, my mother suddenly pulled the large loose T-shirt she was wearing over and off her head and tossed them on a rack. As if that wasn’t enough, she started unbuckling her khaki shorts as well.
My friend Alex, sensing correctly, a change in the balance of the universe, turned his head to glance at my mother. His lower jaw dropped slightly when he beheld the sight of my mom clad only in white cotton bra and matching panties. Hell, my own jaw felt unhinged. Mom, feeling a little self-conscious, folded her arms a little.
“Alex… stop staring. Come, I’ll wash your wounds.” Mom said shyly.
And so I witnessed the scene of my mother clad only in her underwear, tenderly cleaning my naked school friend with a sponge. She of course, got wet and since her underwear was made of thin cotton fabric, it became semi- transparent when it got wet and clung to her skin. I got a good full view of her body that day. I had no idea she looked so good under her clothes. My mother had full round womanly curves and milky white skin. I could practically see her nicely curved white rump through her soaked panties. She had an admirably taut and lean body for a 32 year old, fruits of her weekend Pilates classes. Her medium long silky black hair was tied up her head into a bun. I couldn’t help realizing that she would look smokingly hot if she should let it down right now.
Alex and my mother graduated from the showers to the towels and then to the reapplication of ointments and bandages without much hassle albeit a little awkwardly. By the time they got dressed and exited the bathroom, I was upstairs in my room jacking furiously to the mental image of my mother’s smooth milky butt and thighs. I knew it was wrong on so many levels. But, fuck, it felt so right.
Daniel:
Alex and my mother continued showering together throughout the week. To my disappointment (and Alex’s, no doubt), my mother had adequately prepared for the sessions by wearing tight spandex shorts and sports bras each time. It still looked sexy as hell on her as it hugged her luscious figure tightly, but there was no more seeing through her bottoms at her bare butt. Then again, maybe Alex didn’t mind, or at least his constantly stiff cock did not. It stood up hard and proud all the same throughout each of their bathing sessions. Regardless, mother’s beautiful white ass was the fuel of my masturbatory fantasies throughout the weekend.
On Monday, classes went on as usual and Alex, of course followed me home. My mom too was waiting expectantly for us at home.
“Alex, how are your wounds? Did you change them over the weekend?”
“No Aunty… I couldn’t reach some of them.”
“That’s not good. Come, let Aunty have a look at them.”
And with that, Alex was scooted off to the bathroom. I weighed the options of peeking at them again or just heading up to my room and masturbate to porn. The last few peeping missions during the past week did not exactly offer up any new developments. In fact my mother had become quite professional about the whole bathing Alex thing.
What the heck, I thought to myself before walking off to secure a chair and a mirror. A few minutes later, I was again watching my mother in her tight shorts and sports bra, fumbling with the naked Alex’s bandages.
“Looks like you’re healing up nicely.” My mom beamed at him.
“Thanks for taking care of me Aunty May.”
“Don’t go starting any more fights okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack that day when you came here with all that blood on your clothes.”
“Okay…”
“Alex, I’m really concerned. Where did you get all these scars?”
“……..”
“Alex…”
“It’s my elder brother…”
“Does he beat you? Have you told your parents?”
“No… They wouldn’t believe me anyway. He’s the perfect one. He’s now doing his PHD in Cambridge.”
“You poor darling… why does he treat you like this?”
“…………”
“Alex… you can tell me…”
“ummm… he saw me naked once. He saw my… my… thing… And then he just started hitting me. Ever since that day, he would scold me or blame me for everything. He would beat me when my parents weren’t looking.”
“Oh my God.”
“(sobbing) He says I’m a freak. Said my… thing… was possessed by evil spirits…”
“Oh, Alex… “
“I’ve thought of cutting it off before, but I was scared…”
Well, that was unexpected. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Alex’s statement. He never talked about his family at school so this was news to me. My mother on the other hand, clearly opted for the ‘cry’ option. She rubbed her tearing eyes several times with her hands.
When she calmed down she pulled the naked Alex against her for a hug, ignoring his stiff meaty schlong which ended up lying against her belly. “You poor boy,” she said. “Listen to Aunty okay? There is nothing wrong with your… er… thing… Your brother is just jealous and insecure of himself.”
Unfortunately for Alex, the hug ended as snappily as it began. Just as he was about to place his hovering, trembling, hand on my mother’s nicely curved rump too. The bastard. My mother took a step back away from his turgid weapon, blushing profusely.
“But… I’ve seen some of my friends. Theirs isn’t like mine.” Alex mumbled sadly.
My mother did not answer immediately. She was still staring at Alex’s cock, looking like a million thoughts just passed through her head. Finally she carefully placed one hand on it, carefully curling her soft dainty fingers around the angry red shaft just beneath the bulbous head.
“Ahhhh… Aunty..” Alex moaned.
“Don’t worry… you’re special… Yours is beautiful… “ My mother said huskily. “Oh God. It’s really so big.”
“Aunty, ahhhh… it feels nice…”
My mother giggled like a schoolgirl. She continued holding his cock for a minute or so, feeling it throb and radiate heat. “Maybe we should get on with the shower,” she suggested abruptly and let go of his cock. Alex, visibly disappointed, nodded obediently.
They proceeded with the shower. My mother, judging that Alex’s wounds have adequately recovered, started soaping him up. My ailing erection immediately regained its vigor at that sight. There was something undoubtedly erotic about this soapy frolicking scene. My mother was standing closer to Alex’s back than she ever did in the previous shower sessions.
I couldn’t see her facial expression as it was partially turned away from me, but her cheeks and neck was beet red and she was heaving for air. Eventually, she closed the gap between them, now grinding her wet body clad only in shorts and top against his soapy nude back.
Like I can just stand here and watch… Switching mirror hands, I started rubbing my bulge over my school uniform. It never occurred to me what a passer-by would think if he saw me standing on a chair in my back yard with one hand raised and the other grinding lewdly against my crotch. Luckily. No one ever uses the alley behind my home in the middle of the afternoon. Or at least I think no one does.
As was often with Alex’s temper, he lost control of his lust and suddenly spun around and embraced my mother. He was just a little bit shorter than her so his lips managed to clamp over her mouth. My mother froze for only several seconds before kissing him back in full. My mind was blown. A dry rub wasn’t going to do it for me anymore. My fingers, oddly cold compared to my burning hot face struggled with the zipper to free my cock from my pants.
Alex and my mother mauled each other’s mouth’s fervently for a considerable time under the ongoing shower before my mother broke the kiss and tried to push him away.
“Alex… “ She began.
Alex refused to let her go. He swung and pushed her back into the adjacent wall and closed in for another kiss.
“Alex… ooh… mmmm… Alex… ah.. please..” She mewed in protest. Oddly, her hands clung tightly around his neck, showing no effort to repel him.
“Alex please….” She almost sobbed after another few minutes of hot kissing.
My mother’s distressed voice managed to snap him out of his frenzy and they parted.
“I… I’m.. so sorry aunty…” Alex said dejectedly.
“It.. It’s not your fault… I went overboard.” My mother gasped breathlessly.
I could not see Alex’s face but I could see that my mother was studying it with an understanding demeanor. After looking around, she stepped out of the shower and retrieved a bottle of baby oil.
“Alex, I’m married. We can’t go overboard okay?” She told him gently.
Alex just nodded sadly. She gave him a consoling smile before taking his hand and leading him out of the showers. I watch with overwhelming arousal as my mother lay herself on the bathroom floor. Was she going to offer herself to him? A nauseating sense of jealousy stirred in my belly.
My mother continued smiling seductively at Alex. I had never seen this side of her before. I imagine it’s what greets my father every night in bed. It dawned on me how lucky my father really was, and now Alex was getting lucky too.
Her hands fell below her hips and she tugged the edge of her spandex shorts all the way up her thighs until all of her beautiful white shapely thighs were exposed. She looked like she was wearing a pair of swimming trunks.
Alex groaned involuntarily, and so did I under my breath. My mother then proceeded to squeeze baby oil along her thighs before rubbing and smearing them all over her beautiful legs.
“Come on dear… quickly… “ my mother said, her voice husky from lust.
The trembling Alex moved closer and knelt before her, unsure of how to proceed. Mother raised her milky legs and reached out between them with open palms.
“Come Alex, hurry…”
Alex got the point and shuffled forward on his knees, placing his dick in my mother’s outstretched hands.
“We can only do this today okay? You have to bath by yourself from tomorrow onwards.” She told him.
Alex, growing mad with lust nodded his consent. With that, my mother clamped Alex’s big cock between her soft milky thighs. She then raised her clamped legs and began to slowly rock them back and forth.
“Ahhhh… mmmm… Oh Aunty…” Alex cried happily.
Catching on to the game, he started thrusting and withdrawing his own hips. Within a few minutes, he was hugging my mother’s legs against his chest and fucking her well-oiled creamy white thighs with wild abandon. My mother lay on the floor, one hand clutching the base of the porcelain toilet bowl to counter the force of Alex’s vigorous pounding and her other was clamped over her mouth to keep her from crying out. It took me awhile to figure out why. Alex was essentially frigging her clit over her shorts with his thick cock.
“Nggghhhh Aunty!!!!” moaned Alex before sliding his cock all the way across the lovely thigh slit until it extended out the other side. He began to gasp and cum on my mother’s belly. My mother was shuddering uncontrollably as well. Her mouth gaped and her back arched sexily upwards. My own cum painted the wall beneath the window.
“My God…” my mother panted, staring in disbelief at the sticky sheen of hot teenage seed covering her belly.
Knowing that they were essentially done for the day, I waddled back in to the house to make myself presentable before they could get dressed.
To everyone who has supported me, thank you. I enjoy writing this very much and will update more when I can.