Chapter 11
“Is this a bit much?” I whispered to Minh Khoi, my voice dry. “Is Mom angry?”
Minh Khoi sneered, a know-it-all smile. “Hehe, you still don’t understand? Your mother, deep down, is a slut. She’s just pretending to be angry. Maybe she’s really happy inside. Hehe, luckily I snuck into her office once and stole a look at her health check-up form. Don’t tell anyone.”
Ah, so that’s it. No special powers. Just the dirty calculations of a mischievous brat. A little devil in student disguise.
A moment later, Mom walked out. The blue nightgown was still there, but something was different. The black shadow of the underwear had disappeared. An inviting emptiness. She threw Minh Khoi a small cloth bag, her voice annoyed but without any weight: “Okay, it’s late, go home and rest early.”
Minh Khoi took the bag like a dog that had caught a bone. He knew what was inside. It was his prize. He said goodbye to us and ran away, in a hurry like a thief who had just stolen a valuable item.
The door closed. It was just me and my mother in the house. Her scent, a mixture of shampoo and female skin, filled the air. She finished washing the dishes and sat down on the sofa next to me, her long hair untied and hanging loosely over her shoulders, a lazy, provocative look. She looked at me, a half smile, an uncertain look in her eyes.
“You really gave him your underwear?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
“I’ll give it to you,” she said, her voice light. “I have a lot anyway.” She smiled, a slightly coquettish smile. “Can you stop saying the word ‘slut’ all the time? It’s not civilized at all. What? How was I today? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Wanting is wishing,” I hesitated, “but I just feel…”
“How do you feel? Regret it? Don’t want to see your mother and others being ambiguous anymore?” She provoked.
“No,” I quickly said. “It’s just that this Minh Khoi kid is quite perverted. I find his smug expression a bit annoying. I wonder what he’ll do after taking Mom’s clothes?”
She looked at me, a deep look. “Or are you two now in cahoots, trying to bully me?”
“No,” I denied. “But today Minh Khoi told me… he really likes you. He wants to pursue you. He even asked if I agreed.”
Mother sneered, a lazy laugh. “What does the little brat know about chasing women? Just boasting.”
“Not necessarily. I heard that a few girls at school have fallen in love with him. He’s a famous ladies’ man.”
Mom said nothing more. We watched TV in silence. A silence heavy with unsaid words. It was late at night, Mom got up and went to her room.
The next day at school, Minh Khoi found me, his face filled with sick joy. “Hey Huy, let me show you something really cool.” He sent me a video on Zalo.
I knew it wasn’t anything good. I waited until after school, when the classroom was empty, to open it. The screen lit up. And then, it appeared.
A cock. A huge, black cock, so hard that the blue veins stood out like tree roots. It looked ferocious, a monster just awakened. And wrapped around that monster was my mother’s black lace panties. The crotch, the most sensitive part, was snugly fitted over the purple head. A hand was holding the cock, covered by my mother’s panties, and began to move. Up, down. A sick masturbation ritual.
I quickly turned off the video, my heart pounding. Bastard. He didn’t just take my mother’s underwear. He used it to masturbate, filmed it, and sent it to me. This was a declaration of war. A naked provocation.
That night, when I got home, I waited for my mother to finish her bath. She wore a different, more modest set of pajamas and sat watching TV with me. I approached her, whispering like a snake: “Mom, I have a video that Minh Khoi sent me. Do you want to see it?” I smiled, a sly smile.
Mother was surprised. “What good thing did he have to send you?”
I didn’t say anything, just handed her the phone, which was already playing the video and switching it to full screen. She curiously pressed the play button.
Minh Khoi’s cock filled the entire screen. It was so big that, on my phone screen, it looked like it was right in front of her. Mom let out a small scream, but she didn’t throw the phone away. She didn’t take her eyes off the screen. She was mesmerized.
That cock was really huge. It was like a stuffed sausage. The veins were bulging. The head was as big as a duck egg, purple and shiny, sticking up proudly. Around the base was a thick mass of black hair. The two testicles were like two cloth bags, dangling. A real monster.
The hand in the video began to move faster. The cock, encased in Mom’s panties, kept thrusting toward the camera. Mom held the phone, and it looked as if the cock was thrusting into her face, an indirect but extremely intense invasion.
Mother’s cheeks flushed. Her breathing became heavy. Beneath her nightgown, her chest rose and fell violently. She was aroused.
In the video, Minh Khoi’s heavy breathing can be heard, accompanied by obscene curses. “You slut… sooner or later I’ll fuck you… ah… it feels so good… wearing slutty underwear like this… I’ll fuck you to death… fuck… fuck… fuck!”
His cock, wrapped in black lace panties, the head rubbed against the thin fabric, secreting a shiny lubricant. And then, he roared. His cock twitched. A stream of thick, white semen shot out. It shot straight into the panties, soaking the black lace, then overflowing, white streams dripping down.
He even used the same panties to clean his cock. His mother’s panties were now completely soaked in his semen, like a sacrifice after a pagan ritual.
The video ended. Mom sat motionless, her face red, panting. She threw the phone aside, her voice filled with anger but trembling slightly. “This pervert… even ruined my underwear. He’s really too much. Huy, did he send this video to you?”
I nodded. Mom looked at me with a complicated look in her eyes. “Why did she send it to you? To provoke you? Or… did she want you to show me this video?”
“Maybe he wanted to show it to Mom,” I said, my voice calculating. “Besides, I think he wanted to show off.”
“What are you bragging about? How filthy!”
“Showing off his… penis,” I laughed. “Look, Mom, it’s big and long.”
Mom’s face turned even redder. “It doesn’t matter if it’s big or not. Oh, Huy, I see that he’s spoiled you now.”
“No, it’s not. The boys used to talk about these things sometimes, some even compared who was bigger.”
“You teenage boys are so boring,” Mom laughed softly. “It gets better with time.”
I looked straight into her eyes. “Mom, which one is bigger, Minh Khoi’s or Dad’s?”
Mother was stunned. She turned away, avoiding. “Why ask this?”
“I just want to know,” I pleaded. “Look, Mom, he sent you this video, obviously trying to seduce you.”
Mom bowed her head, silent, but her ears were red. I knew the answer. Minh Khoi’s dick was definitely much bigger than Dad’s.
I boldly leaned close to her ear and whispered: “Mom, look at Minh Khoi’s thing. That ‘treasure’ is both big and rough. Don’t you want to try it?”
Mom jumped, her face red as a beetroot. “I didn’t! Go to bed early!” She stood up, almost running back to her bedroom.
I sat alone, smiling. She could lie to me, but she couldn’t lie to her body. I knew that video had planted a seed in her mind. A seed of curiosity, of desire. Seeing such a big, rough cock, her pussy was probably soaked.
My mother, a lustful woman, was repressed by traditional ideas. And I, myself, opened her Pandora’s box. Minh Khoi, with his monster cock, was the key to fill the emptiness in her heart.