Cuckson - Intro

James lay in his cramped bedroom, the walls adorned with posters of half-dressed pop stars and faded football heroes, the aroma of his mother's cooking wafting in through the half-open door. His eyes were glued to the laptop screen, his heart racing as he scrolled through a treasure trove of explicit images and videos that had become his secret obsession. The Muslim New World Order—a term he had stumbled upon in the darkest corners of the internet—was a world where Muslim men reigned supreme, and white women like his mother, Emma, were eager to submit to their every desire. It was a world that both repulsed and aroused him in ways he didn't quite understand.

Emma, his mother, had no idea about the twisted path her son's sexuality had taken. To her, James was the epitome of innocence, a soft-spoken, slightly effeminate young man with a penchant for cooking and cleaning—tasks that she had once found endearing but now filled her with a sense of maternal pride. Little did she know that her own body was the subject of his most feverish fantasies, her curves and softness the canvas upon which he painted scenes of degradation and conquest.

James watched an amateur video of a white British blonde milf getting fucked rough doggystyle. In a dark hotel room, the bed creaking and the headboard banging on the wall. The sheets were a mess and looked wet, they were both naked, expect for a few expensive jewelry items on both of them like necklaces. And she had a wedding ring on. Their clothes has been discarded about the room. The camera man walked around them locked in passionate pleasure. The Muslim man didn't speak English as he fucked her harder and harder mixing his thrusts from being fast to slow and deep. She begged for him to fuck her, and cum inside her, to conquer her body, give her a Muslim baby. The man didn't seem to respond but I'm sure he would have loved it. Her words hung in the air, a declaration of allegiance to a world that was foreign and terrifying to him. The Muslim New World Order was something he'd only heard about in whispers, a dark fantasy that had somehow wormed its way into their quiet, suburban existence. It was a place where white men like him were relegated to the shadows, watching as Muslim men claimed what they believed was rightfully theirs—white women, eager to be conquered and discarded. James watched on jerking off quicker and harder to the scene imagining she was his own mother being used by a random muslim immigrant.

The husband spoke to his wife asking if she was enjoying her treat. She looked up and stared her body still rocking from the pounding she is receiving. And she replied if a simple yes and got back into the rhythm and started enjoying her pleasure again almost like she is annoyed from his question.

The woman started whimpering, moaning and eventually screaming as she had an orgasm the husband asked what she likes her was much more passionate than before. She spoke of her longing to be used by these Muslim men, to be the vessel through which their seed would spread and grow, to become a slutty MILF for the Muslim cause. She wanted them to take over British cities and convert churches into mosques. And she wanted him to watch, to learn, to understand that this was their destiny, to be replaced.

The Muslim man in the video whispered sweet nothings into the milf's ear, promising her the ultimate submission as a reward for her loyalty. Her eyes grew wide with excitement, and James knew that was the look his mother would give when she finally embraced her destiny as a slut for the new regime. The Arab's cock was thick and powerful, a symbol of the strength and vitality that James felt his mother deserved. He envied the way the man handled her, the way she melted into his touch like warm wax. The scene was a masterclass in the art of degradation, and James found himself taking mental notes. He knew he was nothing but a pathetic white beta, unworthy of a sexy woman, like her, like his mother.

James nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to jerk off again. The scenes on the screen grew more intense, the Muslim men claiming their white conquests with an animalistic ferocity that sent shivers down his spine.

He gritted his teeth at the thought, his envy and arousal melding into a toxic cocktail. His hand was a blur now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure threatening to spill over. He was so close, so close to the edge of this new reality of seeing a wife before him being recorded by her husband being a whore whore for the MNWO, and he was still devoted to her, a powerless servant. The Muslim man in the video grew louder, their combined grunts and the slapping of flesh filled the hotel room. James imagined what it would be like for him and his mother to be in this position.

With a strangled cry, James tried to keep the noise down so not to be caught as he cummed to the scene before him. James felt the first spurt of cum shoot from his dick, landing hot and sticky on his stomach. His other spurt landing on his hand feeling the hot and sticky cum land. He imagined his mother's body, bouncing and shining with pleasure, as the woman on the screen got filled and claimed by the Muslim men. The thought of her begging for them, her body a playground for their desires, was more than he could handle. His orgasm ripped through him, leaving him panting and spent.