Chapter 10 - My Cuckoo Nest

These past days, I barely recognized myself and the family I'd worked so hard to build.

I couldn't believe I sat silently, watching Duc (my cousin) and his friends turn Tam (my little sister) into their sex toy literally.

I couldn't believe I pretended not to know that my wife Hoa was out every evening with Viet, indulging in lust-fueled gym sessions.

The beast within me had won. I was sinking deeper into my own depravity, addicted to watching the women I loved being "ravaged" under the chiseled, masculine bodies of other men.

To feed this obsession, I installed more cameras around the house: in my parents' room, my sister's room, even our marital's bedroom. The depraved scenes on those feeds thrilled me far more than making love to my wife.

From the footage, it seemed my wife and my sister were also reveling in their pleasure. My parents remained clueless that their darling daughter and dutiful daughter-in-law were daily receiving torrents of cum from my cousin and the neighbor.

I didn't know how my parents' relationship stood. On the surface, they seemed fine after Hieu left for abroad, but I vividly recalled Dad's face when he caught Mom in Hieu's arms. Seeing Mom's gentle yet restrained expression now, I wondered if Hieu's presence would satisfy everyone, except Dad. Yet guilt gnawed at me for him. He was the only one truly hurt in this "cuckoo nest."

Time passed, and this weekend was Dad's birthday.

I wanted to throw a cozy party, inviting friends and relatives to celebrate him. It might be a rare chance for the family to come together joyfully. Maybe the party could ease Dad's pain and rekindle family warmth in my wife's heart.

At the office, I sat down and immediately searched online for party planning services. As I browsed, a deep, familiar voice interrupted, "Doing personal stuff on work time? Not good, man!"

I spun around, startled, and saw a tall, handsome figure who haunted my dreams. It's Hieu - the man who opened the door to my current depraved life. Seeing my shock, he laughed. "Just kidding! Saw you outside the office the other day, wanted to grab a drink, but you bolted. Haha. Anyway, official news: I'm now in charge of the Tech Department!"

I stammered, masking my shock. "Sorry, had something urgent that day. Congrats... uh, Chief."

• "Haha, stick with 'mate' for old times' sake. Or call me 'Dad' like back then!" He laughed.

His mention of "Dad" flooded me with memories. A rush of arousal hit, tightening my pants. Hieu noticed, smirking. That smirk sent a mix of fear and excitement through me, like he was the final piece to complete my "cuckoo nest."

He glanced at my screen. "'Birthday party services.' Whose birthday is it?"

Colleagues trickled in, nodding to Hieu. I'd taken leave yesterday to take our son to the doctor, so I was the last to know he was the new chief. I covered my crotch, mumbling, "It's my father's birthday this weekend. We're throwing a small party for him."

• "Old man's birthday? I used to hang at your place, playing with your mom..." He caught colleagues' glances and coughed. "I mean, visiting. Your mom treated me better than her own son. Can't miss your dad's party. Send me your address; I'll drop by with a special gift for him."

I swallowed hard, imagining his "special gift." My crotch ached from the strain. Hieu gave me his number, waited for me to send the address, smirked, patted my head, and left.

A colleague grinned. "Damn, Thien, you're tight with the new chief? Old friends?"

• "We... went to high school together," I muttered.

Gossipy coworkers swarmed, probing for details about the new boss.

Over the next few days, I planned the party with the family when Dad was out. Everyone agreed no need for pricey services. They eagerly divided tasks. The warmth and care felt comforting.

Even Duc enthusiastically offered to handle drinks and snacks. Tam took on buying the cake. Mom and Hoa would prepare food and fruit. Everyone invited a few friends and relatives for the fun. I remembered Hieu's plan to attend but didn't know how to tell Mom, so I decided to deal with it later. With a lively crowd, Hieu couldn't pull anything.

The week passed. On Saturday afternoon, I took Dad out to buy some household items, giving other people time to set up at home. After stalling with errands around the city, I drove us home.

As we stepped inside, a loud party popper startled us. Cheers of "Happy Birthday!" followed. Dad's face shifted from surprise to joy, then froze when he saw someone. I recognized that look, one I hadn't seen since Hieu left for abroad.

In the living room, sprawled confidently, was my new chief - Hieu. I quickly told Dad, "He's my company's new head. Said he wanted to visit you and Mom, so I invited him for the party."

Dad nodded with a complex expression. But what shocked me more was Hieu brought someone else - Long, the notorious "thug" from our high school days. Long was still burly, but his face was rougher, friendlier than before. Yet it stirred memories of that fateful night.

Back then, I'd been tricked into drugging my parents' drinks and letting Hieu and Long into our house. They'd taken turns with Mom right beside her sleeping husband, filming it all. That night, I'd opened the door to our family's descent into debauchery.

Mom chatted naturally with Long, seemingly unaware that this rugged guy had once pounded her with his massive cock, flooding her with his seed.

Beside Long were Viet and a stranger resembling him. Hoa, setting our son in his crib, spoke up. "Yesterday at the gym, Viet heard about Dad's party and wanted to join. This is Quoc, his brother, just moved in with him. Our new neighbor."

Quoc nodded. He's just handsome like Viet but younger and chubbier. I returned the gesture. Then I noticed two guys chatting lively with Tam. Duc in his usual athletic wear and another familiar face. His snaggle-toothed grin revealed him. He's Quan, one of Duc's friends who'd "played" with Tam.

Unease churned in my gut. But the initial awkwardness faded as everyone blended into the party. Hieu, Viet, and Duc, skilled at socializing, made the atmosphere relaxed and fun.

Dad went upstairs to shower and change. Mom, Hoa, and Tam prepared food in the kitchen. I helped set the table. The six guys sat, chatting like old friends.

Emerging from the kitchen, I caught Hieu and Long showing their phones to the others. Hieu, at the head of the table like he owned the place, nodded toward Mom and Tam, smirking proudly. The group burst into laughter. Quan jokingly called Hieu "father-in-law."

I nearly dropped a plate of snacks as Hieu bragged about "conquering" my family. Seeing me, he said to the others, "Don't believe me? Ask Thien." He turned to me. "Thien, tell them if I'm your Dad."

His smug face and their eager looks humiliated me, yet a twisted thrill surged. I mumbled, "Yea... right."

They gaped, then roared with laughter. Dad came downstairs, saw the merriment, and joined the table, oblivious that Hieu had taken his seat.

The party began. The round table, draped with a cloth reaching the floor, was laden with food and drinks. I glanced around, noticing, perhaps by chance, Mom, Hoa, and Tam were seated between the "dangerous" guests. Mom sat between Hieu and Long, Hoa between Viet and Quoc, and Tam between Duc and Quan.

Midway through, Viet, beside Hoa, slipped a hand under the table, eating with the other. I noticed his suspicious movements. Hoa, sandwiched between him and Quoc, squirmed like she was on hot coals. Quoc, catching on, glanced at her, his jaw dropping at what he saw.

Duc chuckled. "Quoc, you're new in town. There's lots of fun to be had. Living with Viet now, you'll get plenty of action."

Quoc's admiring look boosted Duc's ego. I caught Duc winking slyly at Quan, hinting at some plan. The answer came quickly.

Duc "accidentally" spilled his nearly empty glass, water splashing the table and floor. He apologized insincerely. Dad brushed it off, keeping the mood light with small talk.

After whispering to Tam, she slid her chair back and ducked under the table, likely to wipe the spill. No one paid much attention, but something felt off.

As Tam disappeared, Duc leaned back, hips slightly raised, his face flashing with inexplicable satisfaction. Long, beside him, looked over, his curiosity turning to shock, then a delighted smirk. He gave Duc a thumbs-up and resumed eating, one hand now under the table toward Mom.

Tam soon emerged. Long teased, "Tam's so thorough, wiping that tiny spill until it sparkled!"

The group laughed, Tam blushing and wiping her mouth. I **** a smile, joining in.

After more eating and drinking, as our family rarely drank, everyone was tipsy. Hieu spoke up. "Let's switch things up with some group games!"

The guys cheered, drowning out my unease. Dad, seeing the mood lift, agreed. "Sure, moving around helps digestion."

Hieu proposed musical chairs. Ten chairs formed a circle, facing outward. Music played, and all 11 of us circled them. When it stopped randomly, we'd scramble for a seat. The one left standing lost.

Quan scoffed. "Lame game, Hieu!"

Hieu grinned. "Yeah, it's boring without a penalty for the loser."

Quoc chimed in, "Loser drinks a shot!"

I objected. "Everyone's already tipsy, and we're low on booze."

Hieu nodded. "Thien's right. No drinking penalty. Loser strips one item of clothing."

The guys clapped, loving it. Whether due to the **** or the group's energy, my family got swept up. The game began.

The guys eagerly moved the table aside, arranging ten chairs in a circle. Upbeat music played. We circled slowly, then faster. The music stopped, and we scrambled. I grabbed a chair, but Hoa, my wife, was left standing.

She'd tried for a chair but was beaten by Quoc, landing on his lap. He yelped, hands groping her. Amid the guys' cheers, she unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing smooth skin and curves. Long commented, "One kid, and she's still a stunner!"

Hoa's cheeks flushed. Shyness or ****. The game continued, one chair removed. When the music stopped again, Tam and Quoc lost. Quoc stripped off his shirt, revealing a beer belly and a trail of pubic hair. Tam, hesitantly, removed her knee-length dress, leaving her in just underwear. Dad looked anxious, wanting to stop her, but the guys' excitement and his own hesitation silenced him. Tam's youthful skin and budding curves had the guys adjusting their bulges.

Another chair was removed. The game grew intense, most losing a few items. The guys were down to boxers, but our family fared worse. I saw Dad, embarrassed, covering his limp cock. Mine was no better, childish compared to the massive bulges of Long and Hieu.

But Dad overthought it. The guys ignored his shame, their hungry eyes fixed on the nearly naked bodies of Mom, Hoa, and Tam. Seeing Mom wiggle her plump hips awkwardly, Viet swallowed hard and said, "Auntie, Hoa, and Tam are already naked. No more clothes to lose if we keep going."

• "Let's switch games!" I said, hoping to end this madness.

Hieu glanced at me. "Fine, new game."

I barely relaxed before he continued, "The host family's stark naked, so it's unfair if we guests stay dressed. Let's all strip to level the playing field. No one's shy then."

He yanked off his dark blue boxers, his massive cock springing out defiantly. Mom bit her lip unconsciously. Following his lead, the others shed their underwear, their long, thick cocks on display, competing silently. The room filled with a musky male scent, making Mom, Hoa, and Tam's cheeks flush deeper.

I noticed Mom clench her thighs, something glistening between them. It'd been ages since she'd been so close to such potent masculinity.

Hieu smirked and announced, "Game two: High Tide." He grabbed three newspapers, spreading them on the floor. "Each sheet is an 'island.' We split into three teams, standing on our island. After each round, the tide rises, folding the paper in half. Teams stay on their island until the last one standing wins. The two losing teams get a penalty."

I eyed the newspapers and the guys' excited faces, then asked, "But we're 11 people. How do we make three teams?"

• "Right, 11 people, three teams of three. The two left over are judges."

Before I could ask more, Hieu named himself, Viet, and Duc as team leaders, drawing lots to pick teammates.

First round: Duc chose Tam. Hieu picked Mom. Viet took Hoa.

Second round: Hieu chose Long. Viet picked Quoc. Duc selected Quan.

Dad and I became judges.

The game started. In the first round, all teams stood easily on the full-sized papers. After 30 seconds, Hieu shouted, "Tide's rising!" The papers were folded in half, forcing teams to crowd together to stay on.

Dad and I circled, checking for feet touching the floor. No one lost this round. The teams cleverly used a "sandwich" tactic - two guys flanking the woman, holding her tight.

I caught Dad wincing as Mom pressed against Hieu's broad chest, his hot cock against her belly, Long's thick shaft wedged between her ass cheeks. She squirmed, breathing heavily. Hoa and Tam were similarly sandwiched, feeling massive cocks pressing into them, their bodies reacting visibly. Flushed faces, erect nipples, and wet crotches.

I glanced at Dad, who noticed too but swallowed his protest. Trying to comfort him and myself, I said, "It's fine, Dad. Just a normal physical reaction. The game's almost over."

I called "Tide!" and the teams folded their papers again. This round would surely end it. The tiny papers made standing nearly impossible. Hoa and Tam's teams managed, but Mom's team, with her fuller figure, struggled. I secretly hoped Hieu's team would lose.

Long, seeing their predicament, cursed and signaled Hieu. They lifted Mom by her hips, startling her and us. "Only way to stay on!" Long said. "Hold tight, Auntie!"

Mom reflexively clung to Hieu, legs wrapping his waist, her ass shifting against Long's hot shaft. Her soaked pussy, combined with her movements, let Hieu align his cock and slide it straight into her.

She gasped, eyes wide. Hieu and Long "slipped," letting her drop slightly, eliciting a soft moan. I shuddered, imagining Hieu's cock filling the place of my birth once again. The guys caught on, mimicking them. Hoa and Tam were lifted, each impaled by a "wooden stake."

• "No falling off now!" Viet laughed, thrusting into Hoa. Duc did the same to Tam. Dad and I stood frozen, speechless.

Duc told Quan, behind Tam, "You're struggling, man. Find a hole on Tam to stick it in so you don't fall!"

I watched in horror as Quan spat, lubed his cock, and savagely pushed into my sister's ass. She screamed twice before Duc silenced her with a wet kiss. Quan groaned in satisfaction, fully inside. Long and Quoc followed suit.

After a quiet minute, moans filled the room. The game was forgotten. The sounds and musky scent grew stronger. The guys grew bolder, their slow thrusts turning into fierce pounding, unleashing "tides" on my family's women.

I couldn't believe the scene before me. Glancing at Dad, I saw him collapsed on the sofa, eyes vacant, his pants wet and bulging. This was likely his most unforgettable birthday.

The guys were in a frenzy, switching positions and spots to prolong their pleasure. Dad and I became invisible spectators, watching our women writhe under young muscular men.

They raced to "impregnate," thrusting with full **** to pump their seed deep into Mom, Hoa, and Tam. I stared at the lewd junction between Hoa and Viet. Viet's fucking her doggy-style as she moved to the sofa. Hoa, biting her lip, her body jolting with Viet's thrusts. Viet roared in satisfaction, thrusting deeply. He slowly pulled out, a stream of thick cum trailing. Quoc immediately took his place, slamming his chubby cock into her, soon grunting as he came, his fat hips twitching. I pictured more seed flooding her. Mom and Tam met similar fates.

Like a man possessed, I sat beside Dad, pulled out my pathetic cock, and jerked off until I came and passed out from exhaustion.

That night, in fitful sleep, I was roused by surrounding moans. Sometimes, I felt the sounds and smells of sex right above me. Each time I woke, I saw different pairings. The guys swapping partners, each wanting a taste of every woman in my family.

Nine months later.

I was shopping with Hoa at a nearby children's store. Our son, in his stroller, reached for toys. Hoa was pregnant again, with whose child, I didn't know. It could be Viet, Quoc, Hieu, Long, Duc, or even Quan.

Lost in thought, Hoa held up a baby outfit. "Honey, what do you think?"

Her bright smile brushed my worries aside. I silently vowed to raise the child as my own, no matter who the father was.

• "Cute! Get it if you like it," I said.

Hoa turned to the clerk. "Three sets, different colors, please!"

The clerk, eyeing Hoa's bump, asked, "Triplets? That's tough!"

• "No, it's not..."

Hoa winced, clutching her belly, as my phone rang. It was Dad. "Mom and Tam are in labor. I'm taking them to the hospital."

I looked at my wife and talked to the phone:

• "Hoa... I'll grab the stuffs and bring Hoa in too!"