Chapter 48
Dad hugged Mom and whispered, “My lady, I’m afraid your slutty pussy won’t be able to be filled by your husband alone in the future. Didn’t I specially buy you some toys? While your pussy is still full of water, I inserted this double-headed vibrator, saving on lubricant. Now, please lift your ass up.”
Mom weakly punched dad’s shoulder a few times, whining: “Damn it, you get so excited every time you’re with me. Be bad.” After saying that, mom put her hands on the chair, her plump butt curved out, one hand slapped her butt with a “slap” sound, then lifted her shirt, completely exposing her white butt under the light.
Her buttocks were as big as two volleyballs, round and firm. The crack between her buttocks was deep, with a thick black pubic hair in the middle that was wet with pussy juice. Her anus was dark red and tightly closed. Right below that were two closed pussy lips, thick and dark, still glistening with juice. The white buttocks contrasted with the black pubic hair, making people want to rush in and crush them.
Dad took the banana covered in pussy juice and said, “Your Highness, I want to taste this banana. Bend your ass up and don’t move.” Having said that, Dad separated Mom’s pussy lips, thrust the banana deep inside, then slowly pulled it in and out, being careful as if afraid of breaking the banana.
Mom was surprised, only feeling her pussy being filled once again, a strange pleasure came over her, unable to hold back she arched her ass back even more, her mouth softly moaning “mm, mm”.
After clicking more than twenty times, Dad pulled out the banana. Mom still seemed unsatisfied, shaking her butt in dissatisfaction.
Dad brought the banana to his mouth, slowly chewed, and kept praising, “Hmm, delicious! Sweet and seductive!” He said to his mother, “Your Highness, this banana has the fishy smell of semen, and the inviting smell of pussy juice. It is truly a top-notch delicacy. I will let Your Highness try it next time. While there is still a lot of pussy juice, I will put this vibrating egg in, then put a chastity lock on Your Highness, and see how effective it is.”
After hearing this, Mother’s face turned red and she mumbled, “This servant will let Your Majesty decide. Please be gentle, don’t damage my anus.”
Dad smiled smugly: “Don’t worry, your highness, your pussy is so wet, lubrication is enough. I think your highness’ anus, let alone inserting a vibrating egg, should be fine even if you insert a large penis, the sphincter is very elastic!”
Mother was embarrassed: “Your Majesty is talking nonsense again. This servant only has the master’s big cock and has never let another man’s cock in. This servant is very pure.”
I heard my mother say that and almost burst out laughing. This woman lied without blinking an eye. Is Nam’s long penis enough to put in her anus? I think my father was right, even if Khoi’s penis was also inserted, it would be enough.
Dad didn’t comment, just said: “If you want to keep your virginity, you must give up your desires. If you want to satisfy your desires, you must give up your virginity. Your husband will find every way to satisfy your needs, so that your majesty will be happy forever!” After saying that, Dad carefully placed a vibrating egg into Mom’s pussy.
The egg slid around a few times and was taken out, already covered in pussy juice. Dad put two fingers back into Mom’s pussy, stirred it a few times then pulled it out, slowly rubbing the sticky liquid into Mom’s anus. Repeating a few times, the anus was smooth. Dad pressed the remaining vibrating egg in, it slid in almost without resistance.
Then, Dad pushed the other egg back into Mom’s pussy. When he was done, Dad took out the virginity lock, lifted Mom’s legs up and put it on, then used the key to lock it. The virginity lock fit very well, the two straps in the back tightened around the buttocks, the front had a hole for peeing, the anus was not covered, only the pussy was locked tightly.
Dad pulled down Mom’s dress, hugged her waist and stood up, asking: “Your Highness, does it fit? How does it feel?”
Mom walked back and forth and said, “It fits quite well, it’s just that it might be a little inconvenient to pee, so you should prepare some extra pads to change into.”
Dad held a small remote control in one hand, and the other hand hugged Mom’s shoulder. Dad’s thumb secretly pressed a button. Mom suddenly trembled, her lower body twisted, one hand pressed into her pussy through her shirt, her mouth made an “ooh oh” sound. As the vibrations got faster, Mom’s moans grew louder, her mouth trembling as she said: “Honey, don’t, I can’t take it, it’s so numb and itchy!”
Dad smiled slyly, his hands still pressing. Mom hugged Dad tightly, her eyes dreamy, breathing heavily: “Honey, stop, don’t torture me anymore. My pussy is so itchy, I want you again, I want your big cock. I still have things to say, can you stop for a bit?”
Dad stopped and smiled: “What’s more important than a vibrator?”
Mom finally regained her strength and said seriously, “Honey, the school is preparing to participate in a big English competition this time. Everyone has found me and assigned me to be the leader of the English group. I want to take advantage of this opportunity to win the championship, which will be beneficial for my future promotion. Ya Han is quite jealous of me, so I can’t rely on her. The only thing we can rely on is Principal Hung. I think we should maintain a good relationship with him. Should we prepare in advance?”
Mom paused for a few seconds, then probed again: “But husband, I heard that old man Hung is very lustful, and has unclear relationships with some female teachers. I’m afraid that if I ask him for help, he won’t be decent.”
Dad thought for a moment: “Honey, I don’t think this is a problem. Men are just normal people, lusting after women is normal. You can rest assured and maintain a good relationship with him, I fully support you!”
Mom heard what dad said, and basically understood. “Keep your relationship at ease”, wasn’t that telling me to go seduce Lam Hung? If I want to get promoted, other than using beauty tricks, is there any other way? While I’m still young and beautiful, I have to make the most of it.
Mother happily said: “Okay, everyone listen to your husband!”
Dad was very happy to see Mom was listening, his thumb pressed the vibrate button again. Mom was being serious, but in a moment she was moaning “um, um, um” again, throwing herself into Dad’s arms: “Your Majesty, this servant can’t do it again, my little pussy is so itchy, I beg Your Majesty to fuck this slutty pussy one more time!”
I looked at this lewd couple, not knowing what to say. Just now when my mother mentioned Nha Han, her eyes were clearly filled with fire. The fantasy objects of the male students in school were my mother and her. I had also masturbated to this lewd woman. It seemed that the only person who could interest me, other than my mother, was her.
Mom and I had a “touch only, no fucking” agreement. If we wanted to satisfy our needs, the only choice left was this vice principal. That plump body still made people crave it. If we were to say who was more infatuated between Yang Guifei and Su Daji, it was hard to choose. The best way would be to fuck both of them. Thinking of this, I laughed out loud.
At this time, I looked into the living room again. Dad had removed Mom’s virginity belt and was using a dildo to continuously penetrate Mom’s pussy. It was obvious that Mom’s desire was growing, and Dad was exhausted. Luckily, there was a dildo. Although it wasn’t as good as a real penis, it was enough to temporarily satisfy Mom’s pussy.
But who could have guessed that dad’s dildo and virginity lock would accidentally open the door to mom’s desires, laying the foundation for her complete depravity later on, turning a teacher into a slutty woman.
Mother didn’t expect Father to suddenly attack like that, and involuntarily let out an “Ah”, her whole body went limp. Father not only sucked, but also used his teeth to lightly bite her nipple, the pain mixed with a strange pleasure transmitted straight to her brain, making Mother tremble. “Your Majesty… you… you’re hurting me…” Mother gasped, but her two hands hugged Father’s head even tighter.
Father raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and smiled evilly: “My noble concubine, do you know, the goddess in my illusion was also tormented by other men like this. They tore her clothes, bit and sucked her breasts, making her moan nonstop. I was both heartbroken and… so excited I went crazy!”
Her father’s words were like a hammer blow to her mother’s mind. She was stunned. His hallucinations were not just images, but also emotions, a sick jealousy. She suddenly understood that to prevent him from remembering, she not only had to satisfy him, but also had to recreate the very scene that had caused his downfall. She had to be more lewd than he had imagined, had to use her own depravity to drown his memories.
A cold and terrifying determination formed in Mother’s heart. She was no longer passive. Mother suddenly laughed, a devilish laugh. Mother gently pushed Father away, her eyes no longer shy, but sparkling with a naked invitation.
“Your Majesty,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust, “If that’s the case, why don’t you try being one of those men? Torture me, make me beg, turn me into your most slutty whore.”
Having said that, she didn’t wait for Dad’s reaction, she slid down herself, knelt on the floor, lifted her beautiful face up, her eyes full of submission and desire. Mom used both hands to lift her massive breasts, offering them in front of Dad like an offering.
“Your Majesty, please enjoy. Let this concubine use this body to serve you, until you forget all your worries.”
Dad was completely stunned by Mom’s actions. This initiative and boldness far exceeded Dad’s imagination. The beast in Dad roared, Dad was no longer Huu Thang, but had truly become a tyrannical king. He grabbed Mom’s hair, pulled her closer, madly took possession of Mom’s lips, the other hand tried to crush the pair of breasts she offered.
The living room had turned into a stage for a sick and crazy drama. The moans, the gasps, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed endlessly. Mother had completely gotten into the role. She not only accepted it, but also enjoyed it. Every humiliation, every violent action from her husband, in her eyes, was a dose of medicine to protect the family.
Chapter 49
Dad opened his eyes, and the first feeling that came over him was the fullness of a tiger that had just eaten its prey. Last night, his wife’s body was a fertile field for him to plow, and the “exercise” he imposed on her had brought him a sense of absolute power. He was complacent, feeling that he was not just a husband, but the master, the emperor of this miniature world.
He walked downstairs, his soft silk pajamas unable to conceal his morning erection. The aroma of coffee and fried eggs from the kitchen drew him in. And then, he saw Ngoc My.
She was standing with her back to him, wearing a cotton house dress, the kind that used to make her look like an ordinary housewife. But today was different. Something had changed. The morning sunlight filtered through the window, creating a halo around her, turning her loose hair into a halo. The old dress could not hide the curve of her buttocks, which seemed to have grown more plump, rounder and unconsciously provocative.
Possessive instincts arose. Dad stepped forward, pressed close from behind, and wrapped his arms around Mom’s waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin mixed with the scent of shampoo. His penis rubbed against Mom’s soft ass crack.
“Up so early, my dear?” he whispered, his tone teasing and smug. “Wasn’t last night’s ‘training’ tiring enough?”
Mother paused for only a second, still holding the egg-cutter. There was no surprise, no coquettishness, no submissiveness. She simply stood still, letting his body press against hers.
Then, slowly, she turned her head.
Mother’s gaze was no longer that of a “beloved concubine” awaiting orders. It was deep and calm like the surface of an autumn lake. Within that silence, Huy saw a sparkling light, a subtle teasing, and a rising power.
She looked straight into her father’s eyes, the corners of her lips twitching in an almost imperceptible smile.
“Let’s see, let’s see if *you* are in the mood today.”
A calm sentence, but it dealt a heavy blow to the father’s complacency. He was stunned. His erect penis seemed to soften a little. For the first time since the “game” began, he felt that the decision was no longer completely in his hands. The woman in his arms suddenly became a stranger.
And then, just when the silence was at its most awkward, my mother did the unthinkable.
The teasing, aloof expression on my mother’s face vanished. It was replaced by another expression, something more primal. Her eyes darkened, gleaming with undisguised hunger. The smile vanished, replaced by a hungry pout. The beast inside my mother, nourished by nights of pleasure and conquest, had awakened.
Mom gently slid out of Dad’s arms, a smooth, decisive movement. Then she slowly, gently knelt on the floor, right between his legs.
She looked up at her husband, her eyes blazing. She said nothing, just used both hands to tear open his robe. Her father’s penis popped out, standing tall in the air.
And mom dove into it.
There was no caressing, no tenderness. Mom devoured it like a hungry animal that had found its prey. Her mouth opened wide, greedily grasping his penis. Her teeth gently scraped against his shaft, causing numbing shudders. She didn’t suck, she bit, sucked violently, making obscene “slurping” sounds that echoed throughout the quiet kitchen.
Huu Thang was stunned. This was not submission. This was an attack. An attack of pleasure. He was completely overwhelmed. His whole body tensed, trying to withstand the storm of pleasure his wife was creating. He raised his hand, intending to grab his mother’s hair, intending to command her, but his hand only trembled and clenched. He couldn’t. He had lost control.
My mother seemed to have fallen into another world. She let out a low growl in her throat, a sound that was half human and half animal. She used one hand to grasp the base of her husband’s penis, the other to squeeze his balls, sucking and massaging at the same time. My mother completely controlled the rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, pushing her husband to the brink of madness.
Dad roared, his legs shaking. He grabbed his wife’s shoulders, trying to keep his balance as her orgasm hit him like a tsunami. He shot hot streams deep into her throat.
She swallowed it all, not missing a drop.
When it was all over, Mom remained kneeling there for a while, her head resting on her husband’s lap, panting. Then she slowly raised herself up. The wild hunger in her eyes had subsided, leaving only a dreamy, exhausted look. A white streak of semen stuck to the corner of her mouth. She slowly stood up, her demeanor as graceful as a queen. She took a tissue, elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, then returned to the table to pick up her cold cup of tea.
Mother took a sip, then turned to look at her husband who was still standing there panting, smiling.
“Breakfast, honey.”
Dad stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, watching his wife’s back. The feeling of a fierce tiger was gone, replaced by the bewilderment of a hunter suddenly realizing his prey had grown fangs and claws.
I saw it all. I saw Dad’s complacency burst like a soap bubble. I saw the confusion on his face. And inside me, a twisted pride rose. Mom was no longer a puppet in my play. She had become a living, breathing actress, a work of art so alive that it could change the script itself.
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The bell rang, a familiar sound that was boring. The school yard was noisy, a mess of uniforms, laughter, and meaningless teasing. I leaned against a tree, a ghost lurking in this space full of fake vitality. I was waiting for a show.
And then, she appeared.
Mother wasn’t leaving, she was walking. She came out from the school board corridor, and for a moment, the noisy schoolyard seemed to stop. To everyone else, she was Ms. Ngoc My, the vice principal, a model of elegance and knowledge. But to me, she was my masterpiece being presented to the public.
Today, Mom wore a white blouse and a black pencil skirt. A classic business outfit, so conservative it was almost boring. But that was with the naked eye. My eyes, the eyes of a creator, saw through it.
The white shirt was ironed neatly, but I knew, I knew for sure that underneath that thin layer of fabric there was no bra. I could imagine my mother’s nipples, two rose buds that had been “cared for” by my father, by Khoi, by Nam, and by me, to the point of being always erect, rubbing against the soft fabric with every step she took. That pure white color, it was no longer a symbol of purity. It was a provocative lie, a cruel contrast to the lewdness that only I knew.
And the pencil skirt… It hugged Mom’s already “blossoming” butt, a perfect curve that I had used Nam’s roughness to shape, and Dad’s possessive caresses to firm it up. Every graceful sway of Mom’s hips as she walked was not an unconscious movement. To me, it was a dance, a reenactment of the scenes where she was pressed down, pushed from behind.
The sound of mother’s high heels clicking on the brick floor of the school yard. Regular, decisive. Those were not the footsteps of a teacher. Those were the gavel of a judge passing sentence, the drumbeat of a queen entering her domain.
And I began to notice a distinct change in my mother.
It was not a small detail, but a total transformation, a new aura that mother was unconsciously radiating. People often thought that a woman who had to “serve” so much, had to worry and hide like mother, would have to be thin, haggard, and pale.
But my mother did not.
On the contrary, the mother seems to be “blooming”.
As I walked up the hallway to class, I watched Mom pacing. Her breasts… were firmer. No, it wasn’t an illusion. They were actually fuller, fuller, as if she had just gone through puberty again. With each step she took, they bounced heavily, heaving under her fabric.
So was her ass. It was rounder, perkier, and the way she walked…
I noticed it. Mom walked, and her ass swayed unconsciously. A gentle, graceful, inviting sway. It wasn’t the deliberate provocation she’d “acted” in front of my dad. It was an instinctive confidence, a new body language, as if her body had learned to enjoy itself.
Mom’s skin was also strangely rosy and shiny. Especially her eyes.
My mother’s eyes, always, whether she was frowning at documents or absentmindedly staring out the window, always had a dreamy, moist look. They were the eyes of a woman who was satisfied. Satisfied so much, so much, that it leaked out.
I stood there, arms crossed, smiling to myself. I knew. I knew why.
I am a sick gardener, and my mother is my most precious plant. And I understand that a plant cannot be “blossomed” with just one type of water. It needs many different types of “fertilizer”.
I closed my eyes, and the reason for that “blooming” appeared clearly in my mind, naked and vivid.
That is the intensity of Nam.
The way he ripped her clothes off. The way she screamed in pain as his huge, rough cock pounded into her pussy. The steady “THWACK! THWACK!” sound. And I remember the way she, from resisting, gradually relaxed, then unconsciously shook her hips, moaning with a primal pleasure, the pleasure of submission.
That “spice”… it was essential. It woke me up.
Well, that’s the romance of Khoi.
I remember clearly my mother’s moans, the way her legs clamped around his head, and the way she convulsed, squirting her pussy juice all over his face. He worshipped her, he made her pussy into a sacred thing.
That “fertilizer” watered her self-esteem.
And of course, there was my father’s very different brutality. The brutality of a “normal” husband, jealous and possessive. The way he licked and sucked my mother’s pussy on the kitchen counter, growling like a greedy cat.
But most importantly… it was me.
It is my possession. It is my “privilege”.
All of us. My father. Khoi. Nam. And I. Each one of us, we are together “watering” Mom.
The brutality of animals. The worship of believers. The possessiveness of families.
All of those things combined together to create the perfect Ngoc My of the present. A woman who is both a slut, a mother, and a lover.
I wasn’t just looking at my mother. I was looking at other people looking at my mother.
The boys, the young boys, were silent. The lame jokes and the insipid swear words were all cut off. Their eyes were glued to their mother’s figure, following each sway of her hips, each hidden curve. I could hear the sound of their saliva gulping down their throats. I saw in their eyes the naked lust, just like Khoi and Nam in the past. I wasn’t jealous. I felt a sick sense of satisfaction.
The teachers, always so sanctimonious, were not spared either. A glance that lingered longer than necessary. An unconscious adjustment of posture. I saw it all. In my eyes, they were not my mother’s colleagues. They were moths flying towards my poisonous flower.
That contrast, the opposition between “vice principal Ngoc My” and “the woman Ngoc My” is the pinnacle of art. Right now, my mother is stopping, smiling gently at a student, her voice is noble and standard, advising the girl about her studies. But I know that the elegant body standing there was once pressed down on the dining table, legs spread wide.
The more beautiful, the more “blossom” a mother is, the more she exudes that inviting scent… the more people will desire her.
Like a flower in full bloom, it will attract bees and butterflies!!!.
I smiled. I am a genius gardener.
The bell rang again, signaling the start of afternoon classes. Everyone hurried to move. I was the only one standing there, overwhelmed with the pride and horror of a creator who had created such a beautiful flower, a masterpiece that was about to devour its creator.