Chapter 4 – Experiment
It was a rare evening when Dad came home early. The small kitchen was warmed by more than just the smell of food. Mom, of course, was the happiest. Her smile seemed to light up the room, but in my mind, another drama was unfolding. The happy family dinner was just a pale backdrop to my own calculations.
Since the accident, my father had also gradually gotten used to the idea that I would not be able to have children. For him, a contented intellectual, just keeping this bloodline, even if it could not germinate, was a consolation. Having a wife as beautiful as my mother, to him, was a life of satisfaction. He asked for nothing more.
The meal ended. Mom was busy in the kitchen, having taken off her stiff office jacket. She was wearing only a white shirt, the thin fabric hugging her full breasts as if ready to be torn apart. Her two ivory arms moved quickly in the sink. Below, the dark blue jeans hugged her round buttocks tightly, each slight movement causing the curve to surge like a wave. Her long, slender legs, a perfect golden ratio, were imprisoned in the jeans, further enhancing her deadly charm.
Dad walked in, his voice full of laughter. “We have to bother our teacher My again.” He hugged Mom from behind, intending to kiss her on the back of her neck. Mom struggled slightly, glancing sideways. “Don’t mess around. I’m still out there.” Dad just smiled, then rolled up his sleeves to help. A warm family scene.
I pretended not to see and quietly slipped back into my room. Strangely enough, my father’s embrace and their intimacy did not stir a single ripple in me. My lower body remained as still as a dead land.
The door slammed shut, cutting me off from the outside world. I rushed to the internet, a desperate search. “Recovery of damaged penile nerves” – hopeless. “Psychological treatment for impotence” – a sea of worthless advertisements. Am I the only case in the world?
In my confusion, I typed another phrase, a sick thought flashing through my mind: “watching my mother being molested and getting excited.” A series of results popped up, most of them were cheap porn sites. I gritted my teeth and clicked on them one by one.
One story caught my attention. It was about a mother who was seduced by her son’s classmate, then slept with him. I read it voraciously, then searched for similar stories. I was immersed in that world all night. I learned that this feeling has a name: “cuckold mother plot”. A variation of the “green hat” psychology, but the other man is not the father. It is a pleasure that comes from the invasion, the possession of the mother by a stranger.
Turns out, I wasn’t alone. There were underground communities of people like me who found solace in the darkness of the internet. But no one said it could cure me. I began to question myself. Did I really have that sick “plot” inside me? I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my mother and another man. The scene became more explicit, more erotic, but my body remained as still as stone.
It had reacted twice before. Maybe imagination alone wasn’t enough. I needed a real catalyst. An experiment. I had to conduct an experiment.
And my target, none other than Minh Khoi.
That kid often stayed after school after school, using the excuse of asking his mother to tutor him. His English had really improved, and his mother was full of praise. I secretly followed him. He was quite sensible, only daring to use his eyes to devour his mother, but had not done anything beyond the limit.
But their closeness grew day by day. He often joked, told stories in class, and always acted like a good, humorous child in front of his mother. His mother often laughed at him.
I gradually realized a pattern. On days when Mom dressed sexy, in short skirts or tight dresses, Khoi would appear. On days when Mom was completely reserved in a vest and jeans, he would disappear. His intentions were clear as day.
Friday. Mom seemed happy. She had chosen a bright red office dress that hugged every curve. The top button was unbuttoned, perhaps impossible to button. Underneath was a white round neck T-shirt, but Mom’s oversized breasts had squeezed it out of shape, revealing a deep cleavage. Her wasp waist highlighted her round buttocks, which were tightly hugged by the dress, which reached halfway down her thighs. Her white legs were wrapped in sheer stockings, finished with 6cm red high heels. A mature, sexy beauty that still retained a deadly modesty.
My mother always knew how to dress, but today was a rare display. I knew, today was the day my experiment began.
In the classroom, the mother’s lethality was absolute. The boys barely blinked, their souls lost. I wonder if they heard a word.
School was over. I knew Minh Khoi would come. I leisurely packed my bag and headed towards my mother’s office.
As expected. Their voices came from behind the half-open door. I hid in a corner and looked inside. Khoi had pulled his chair close, almost touching his mother. She seemed to have gotten used to it and was no longer on guard. His upper body pressed against her shoulder, one hand on the table, the other hand placed right at the corner of her chair, right next to her plump, fragrant buttocks. She sat up straight, so her buttocks spilled out behind the chair, like a silent invitation.
Khoi’s eyes were glued to his mother’s chest. From his angle, the deep cleavage and the white skin were clearly visible. He could even see the pink lace bra underneath! Pink? Then the panties must be the same color. A bright red outfit on the outside, and such sexy lingerie underneath. Not only him, even I felt my throat dry.
This kid clearly didn’t come here to learn. But mother, with her responsibility as a teacher, still explained it to her. Little did she know, the hungry beast was craving for her own body.
“Minh Khoi, where are you looking?”
Mom suddenly looked up and met his eyes. Her face turned red. Khoi was startled, quickly looked away, and smiled fakely. “Sorry, Miss My, I was distracted.”
“Don’t concentrate on studying, think about other things!” Mom scolded, pushing him away a little.
“You look so beautiful today.” She stood up, bowed her head, and said an apology with intention.
Mom laughed. Women. Who doesn’t like to be complimented. “You have a sweet mouth. Go pour me a glass of water.”
Khoi trotted out with his mother’s glass of water. I quickly hid in the hallway. He was whistling as he walked, looking triumphant. Was it necessary to be so happy just to get a glass of water?
The tea room was a few rooms away, next to the restroom. I hid downstairs and watched him go into… the restroom. Why the restroom?
I crept closer. The scene inside stunned me. Khoi took his mother’s teacup, which was already full of water, and unzipped his pants. His cock, already purple and hard, big and long, with prominent veins, was pulled out. He dipped it straight into the teacup, stirred vigorously, and used the other hand to jerk it off.
“You dirty, slutty bitch!” He hissed, then shot. White semen spurted out, half of it into the teacup. He quickly pulled out, afraid of being discovered. In the strong black tea, the white semen quickly dissolved, leaving no trace.
Disgusting. Pervert. I was about to rush out, but then stopped. If Mom found out, my game would be over. The experiment would fail.
He went back to the tea room, probably to add more hot water, then leisurely brought the cup back to his mother.
“Here’s Miss My’s tea.” She put the cup down on the table, her face expressionless. Mom didn’t suspect a thing, picked it up and drank. I watched Mom’s red lips move around the rim of the cup, sip by sip, drinking up both the tea and Khoi’s semen. When Mom put the cup down, a transparent, shiny thread connected her lips to the rim of the cup. It must be him. Mom frowned slightly, then stuck out her tongue and licked it lightly, an unintentional yet deadly seductive gesture. Khoi stood next to her, I bet his dick was about to explode. Because, my dick, was also starting to heat up.
A feeling of both disgust and extreme excitement came over me. I waited a moment, then went in.
“Mom, let’s go home.”
Khoi glared at me, clearly unhappy at being interrupted. Mom nodded. “Give me a moment, it’ll be done soon.”
A few minutes later, the tutoring session ended. Mom stood up, staggering, her heel caught on the chair leg. She cried out and fell. Khoi was quick to reach out and catch her. Mom fell into his arms.
I rushed forward but it was too late. Mom’s face almost touched his. Her large breasts pressed tightly against his chest. He pretended to support her, but one hand reached behind her and squeezed one breast hard. He helped her up, but his hand was not on her shoulder, but slid up from her side, taking the opportunity to rub hard over her full breasts, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh.
Just a few short seconds. He let go of her hand, smiling wickedly. “Miss My, are you okay?”
Mother quickly stood up straight, her face red, and took a few steps back. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” The atmosphere became awkward.
When leaving, he reminded his mother to bring a glass of water. His mother thanked him and put the glass filled with his semen in her bag.
On the way home, my mother and I didn’t say anything. When we got home, I was still indecisive. Should I tell my mother? That bastard must have done this many times. Disgusting. But… also exciting. A beautiful, virtuous teacher was drinking the semen of a perverted student. Just thinking about it made me excited.
That night, I sat in my room, dazed. The sight of my mother falling into Khoi’s arms, his hand squeezing her breast, made my lower body hotter than ever. I really had a “cuckolding mother” episode. And it could cure me. But what should I do?
I thought of Dr. Hoang, who had treated me. Perhaps I should ask his opinion.