Chapter 4 - Living with the Wolf

From the night Hieu embraced my mom, watching my dad shuffle out of their bedroom with his head bowed, Hieu knew he'd officially become her man.

In Dad's mind, Mom's words echoed: "...I choose you, Hieu! My husband has never satisfied me. If not for my son, I'd have left him long ago..." Those words shattered the last wall of resistance in Dad's heart.

Mom grew increasingly submissive to Hieu, Dad increasingly spineless. Who could I blame? Hieu was the wolf I'd invited in. I was the one who put the spill into my parents' drinks, who opened the door for him to prey on Mom. I had destroyed our family by my own hands, or perhaps it was already broken beneath the facade of happiness.

But thinking it over, maybe our situation wasn't so bad. Strange as it was, we were still living together "harmoniously." This odd balance was better than my parents dragging each other to court, forcing me to choose one over the other. I loved them both and wanted us to stay together, even with Hieu's presence.

Today, our house was livelier than usual. By mid-afternoon, my parents closed the café early to prepare for our guests.

My grandparents, along with my second uncle, his wife, and their only son, Duc, were visiting us. My uncle and Aunt had their son, Duc, quite late, so they spoiled him rotten. By family hierarchy, I should call Duc "big brother," but since he's younger than me few months, I just call him "kid," which always gets me scolded by my parents.

Mom and Aunt were busy cooking in the kitchen. Dad, Grandpa, and Uncle clinked glasses in the living room, breaking out Dad's prized foreign liquor. Duc pestered me to play games in my room, but I knew he'd mess with my computer. As I tried to distract him, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

Hieu walked in, startling Dad and me. He scanned the room and said, "Afternoon everyone! I swung by the café to hang with Thien, but it was closed, so I came to check if everything's okay. If you've got guests, I can come back another day."

His polite demeanor and handsome face instantly won over Grandpa and Uncle. But Dad and I knew there is wild predator behind that angelic mask. Dad opened his mouth to gently send him away, but Grandpa spoke first.

• "Thien's friend, huh? What's your name, kid?"
• "I'm Hieu, sir, Thien's classmate. I often help out at their café, so when I saw it closed early, I got worried something was up."
• "What a polite, thoughtful boy! Come in, join us and stay for dinner. I'm Thien's grandpa, this is his second uncle. We're family, no need to be a stranger!"

Hieu nodded respectfully to each person and stepped inside. Dad raised his glass to toast, and no one suspected a thing.

Approaching me, Hieu asked, "Who's this mate, Thien?"

• "Hi, dad! This is Duc, my uncle's son," I replied, slipping into habit and calling Hieu "dad".

Hearing me call him that, Duc looked at me, puzzled. To cover, I stammered, "Uh, this is Hieu, my classmate. We're playing a 'dad-son' game, so I'm the 'son' and call him 'dad.'"

Duc's eyes lit up with curiosity. Then, realizing something, he puffed up and said, "I'm the big brother! You call me 'Brother Duc'!"

Hieu smirked. "Exactly! Families need clear hierarchy. Thien, take Brother Duc to your room to play games, then come back down, 'Dad' has something to tell you."

Duc beamed like he'd won a prize. I grimaced but nodded and obeyed.

I took Duc to my room, set up a game for him, and hurried back to the kitchen. At the stairs, I heard Mom and Aunt laughing brightly. Hieu had already charmed Aunt with his slick talk and good looks. Entering, I saw him holding her hand, examining it.

• "Gotta say, Aunt, your hands are so smooth and beautiful. You can tell you're destined for a life of blessings."

Mom, spotting me, said, "Guess what, Thien? Hieu said he can read someone future through their hand! He's checking Aunt's hand."

I eyed Hieu suspiciously. This was surely a flimsy excuse to touch her. But with the whole family here, how far could he go? I just mumbled and let it slide.

Hieu caressed Aunt's hand a bit longer until Grandma joined from the living room, diving into the conversation. Watching the three women chat happily, I suddenly felt Hieu was more a part of this family than I was.

After a while, Aunt got up to use the bathroom, and Mom checked the steamed sponge cake on the stove. Grandma started to help, but Hieu quickly jumped in. "Grandma, relax. I'll help Auntie." He shot me a knowing wink. I understood my task: keep Grandma distracted.

With her back to the kitchen, Grandma didn't see what was happening. Behind her, across a counter, Hieu was "helping" Mom. The waist-high counter hid them from view, but I saw Hieu pressing himself against her. I didn't need to look to know his hands were kneading her plump backside.

Mom's face flashed with embarrassment and shame as she glanced at me, her eyes pleading. Maybe she feared Grandma or Aunt, returning from the bathroom, would catch them. Maybe she hoped I'd do something to save her from this awkward spot. But Hieu's stern gaze made me lower my eyes, continuing to chat with Grandma as if nothing was happening.

After my futile efforts, Mom gave in, letting Hieu fondle her freely. She bit her lip to stifle moans as one of his hands squeezed her full breasts while the other rhythmically rubbed her front. I tried to act natural, but my pants tented noticeably.

Hieu had said men like Dad were called cuckolds. No matter how unwilling, Dad watched his wife satisfied by another, finding twisted excitement in it. And me, helplessly watching my mom being groped by another boy, even enabling him to conquer her. What did that make me?

My thoughts snapped as Hieu stepped back, spun Mom around, and pushed her down. The counter hid them from the waist down. One of his hands rested on the counter; the other tugged at his soccer shorts, then kneaded something in front of his crotch. He looked up at me, grinning wickedly, and mouthed silently: "Your mom's sucking me off so good!"

Each word hit me like a punch, my pants straining as I imagined Mom kneeling behind the counter, servicing Hieu while the family chatted obliviously. Grandma's voice broke in. "Thien, you okay? Your ears are bright red!"

Swallowing hard to steady my voice, I stammered, "I'm fine, Grandma. Just..."

Before I could think of an excuse, the bathroom door swung open. Mom shot up from behind the counter, frantically smoothing her hair and dress, her lips still glistening. Hieu swiftly pulled his shorts up, hiding his likely saliva-soaked cock. His practiced ease made me realize why he always wore those loose shorts to our house.

They tried to resume "making cake," but everyone's attention turned to Aunt, stumbling out of the bathroom. I'd been watching the door and rushed to help her to a chair. Everyone crowded around, concerned. After settling, she reassured us, "I'm fine. Stood up too fast in the bathroom and got dizzy. Plus, I didn't sleep well last night."

Grandma, displeased, reminded her to take care of herself at her age. Mom mixed a glass of sweet tea for Aunt, whispering, "Should I tell your husband to take you to see a doctor, just to be safe?"

Aunt shook her head weakly. "I've been to the doctor. It's vertigo, they gave me meds, and it's better now. Sometimes I pass out briefly. Let me rest in a room, and I'll be fine. Don't interrupt them. Let them enjoy drinking and chatting."

Mom and Grandma nodded, telling me to help Aunt to their bedroom. But Hieu piped up, "Thien's too scrawny to help her up the stairs. Let me."

He eagerly slung Aunt's arm over his shoulder, supporting her waist as they climbed. No one noticed the bulging, slightly damp spot in his shorts.

After Hieu took Aunt upstairs, Grandma joined the men in the living room. The kitchen grew awkward between Mom and me. I sipped water, the image of Mom buried in Hieu's crotch behind the counter vivid in my mind. Mom smoothed her hair, tending to the cake, likely still tasting the cock that had filled her mouth moments ago.

After a long silence, I noticed Mom glance at the stairs. It hit me. Hieu had been gone nearly half an hour. Unease churned in my gut. I stood to check upstairs, but footsteps descended. Hieu appeared from behind the stair wall, his face half-smirking with satisfaction.

Seeing just Mom and me in the kitchen, he sauntered over, whispering something to her while his hands roamed her curves. Mom blushed but didn't resist. Then, to my shock, he lifted his shorts with one hand, revealing his still-hard, glistening cock, and hiked up Mom's dress, exposing her round ass.

Standing there, I helplessly watched. Hieu stepped forward, rubbing his slick cock against Mom's entrance, seeking entry. My mind froze, wondering why his cock was already wet.

Before I could process, Mom gasped softly. Hieu's hips pressed flush against her, fully buried inside. Steadying his breath, he began thrusting. Mom clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip to suppress moans. To her, I was no longer her son, just a woman lost in the pleasure her young lover gave, which her useless husband never could. She even turned to share a passionate kiss with Hieu. He returned it, eyes open, gazing at her enraptured face like a trophy.

Laughter from the living room echoed in. Hieu broke the kiss, signaling me to guard the stairs. Snapping back, I hid my tented pants and sat at the stairs, fulfilling my role as a dutiful son. I told myself Mom deserved this pleasure after all she'd done for us, satisfied by a virile lover like Hieu.

The lovers in the kitchen continued their frenzy. Seeing Grandma approach, I stood and loudly asked, "Grandma. Do you need something? I'll get it!"

• "Why're you shouting?" she teased. "The cake's probably done. I'll grab it for everyone."

She headed to the kitchen as I froze in fear. Glancing over, I sighed in relief, Hieu had stopped, though still pressed against Mom, her dress now covering them. I knew he hadn't climaxed, his cock likely still inside her.

Grandma, oblivious, saw Hieu's smile and asked about Aunt. She chatted with Mom briefly, took a plate of coconut sponge cake, and returned to the living room. As soon as she turned, Hieu resumed thrusting into Mom.

Spotting more cakes in the steamer, Hieu nodded at me to grab two and plate them. His hips kept a steady rhythm as Mom savored the pleasure. Thinking he wanted to eat, I asked if he wanted coconut milk. He shook his head, grinning slyly, and took the plate.

Suddenly, he sped up, making Mom moan softly. With a few hard thrusts, he pulled out his glistening cock and shot thick streams of cum onto the cakes, mimicking coconut milk. Stunned, I stared at the semen-drenched cakes.

• "Take these to your dad," Hieu ordered. "Say Mom made them special for him. Make sure he eats every bit of the 'coconut milk.' If he leaves any, you eat it."

My mouth went dry. "This..."

Hieu glared. "Do it."

Swallowing hard, I carried the plate to the living room, my throat tight with disgust. Hieu's dominance over our family grew stronger. The more Dad yielded, the more Hieu pushed to break him, forcing him to abandon resistance and accept his role as a powerless cuckold. This cake was a test of Dad's new limits, a reminder of who now owned this house.

As instructed, I handed Dad the plate, saying Mom made it for him. Everyone laughed, teasing Dad for being so loved. He blushed, smiling, and scooped up the first cake.

His smile faded after tasting the "coconut milk." He looked at me. I whispered, "Hieu said you have to eat it all, or I'll have to finish it."

Dad froze for two seconds, then nodded, his eyes flashing with resolve to protect me. He swallowed hard and ate the second cake. Uncle laughed, "How's the special cake your wife made? You're a lucky man! Eat every bit, don't waste a drop!"

Dad **** a smile, spooning up every bit of "coconut milk."

After Dad struggled through the plate, I carried the empty dish, speckled with Hieu's "coconut milk," back to the kitchen, head down. Hieu lounged in a chair, eyes half-closed in bliss. Another steaming plate of cake sat before him. Hearing my steps, a figure scrambled from under the table. I froze, seeing Mom stand, wiping her mouth with a napkin, a stray curly hair stuck to her lip, proof of what happened beneath.

Hieu opened his eyes, annoyed at the interruption. Seeing the dish, he burst out laughing, giving me a thumbs-up. "I was joking, but your dad actually ate it all? What a pathetic cuck. Oh well, eating a real man's 'milk' might make him stronger."

He kneaded Mom's ass as she shyly avoided my gaze, taking the dish. Clearing her throat, she said, "Thien, you must be hungry. Sit, I'll get you some cake."

My stomach growled, I hadn't eaten. Before I could feel touched by her care, Hieu commanded, "Use that dish. There's still some 'coconut milk.' Don't waste Dad's 'energy.'"

Nausea hit me. I looked to Mom for help, but she placed two fresh cakes on the dish and handed it to me. The living room grew louder, everyone was tipsy. Hieu watched gleefully as I "enjoyed" the special cake.

Now, I truly felt Dad's helplessness. Staring at the plate, I consoled myself it was better than eating the thick globs Dad had. Holding my breath, I ate the cake, the faint, pungent taste of Hieu's cum hitting my nose, filling me with unprecedented shame.

Hieu stood, patted my head like a good dog, and pulled Mom upstairs. She reminded me to clean up. I flinched. Duc was in my room, and Aunt was in my parents' room. What were they planning? Sensing my unease, Hieu, unusually kind, explained, "I took Aunt upstairs, and she fainted. You clean up. If anyone asks, say your Mom nd I are checking on her."

Watching them disappear upstairs, I helplessly started cleaning. Trying to distract myself, my anxiety grew. Duc was gaming in my room. Hieu said Aunt had fainted, so they'd likely fool around in my parents' room.

How did Mom have the nerve to bring her lover there with her husband's family downstairs? What if Aunt woke up mid-act? What if Duc heard something odd next door?

Then I remembered the peephole in my room's wall. Without thinking, I raced upstairs. Bursting in, I caught Duc jumping back from the wall.

• "Thien... is that you? Why didn't you knock?" His tone was bold, like the room was his.
• "It's my room!" I snapped, closing the door.
• "..."
• "What were you doing up here?"

He awkwardly covered his bulging pants. Following his gaze, I realized he'd found the peephole. We stood in tense silence, faint moans echoing from next door. The air felt stifling, so I asked, "What did you see?"

• "Everything!" he said curtly.

I scrambled for an excuse. "It's... hard to explain. But it may not necessary a bad thing for our families. please don't tell anyone, especially your father... There is such a thing called "cuckold"..."

He cut me off. "I'm not a kid! I know what they're doing. I've seen it in movies. That Hieu guy, your friend, took my mom to the room. He took advantage of her fainting to mess with her, touching, licking, undressing her..."

I froze at his words. No wonder Hieu was upstairs so long. But something felt off. Why was he so calm, even excited, describing his mom being molested?

Seeing my shock, Duc smugly continued, like a kid playing adult. "He started, but then he noticed the peephole. He knew I was watching, came over, and told me everything about your family."

Speechless, I stared.

• "I won't tell," he added. "Wanna keep watching, 'little brother'? It's getting good."

I didn't know what Hieu told him, but he'd saved us from immediate trouble. I couldn't imagine the fallout if Grandpa, Grandma, or Uncle found out. Forgetting Hieu caused this, I let Duc, acting like the elder, nudge me to the peephole. Curiosity pulled me in, and I gaped at the scene.

In my parents' room, three naked bodies writhed like lustful beasts. The room was thick with moans and the stench of sex. Mom and Aunt lay spread-eagled on the bed, waiting for Hieu to take turns pounding them. He didn't disappoint, thrusting his chiseled hips deep into each.

Mom was one thing, but how did Aunt end up like this? Their half-closed eyes and drooling mouths made me notice an open bottle of pills on the nightstand. Had Hieu **** Aunt with aphrodisiacs, or was she, like Mom, a neglected woman craving satisfaction? Maybe both.

After a while, Hieu pulled his rock-hard cock from Aunt, a string of fluid trailing from her. He lay back, beckoning Mom. She obediently straddled him, squatting to align her pussy with his tip. His massive, veiny cock slid into her like a snake entering its den. She moaned as it filled her, then began riding, shaking her round ass to drive him deeper.

Aunt, driven by instinct, crawled over, licking Hieu's sweaty, chiseled chest. I barely recognized my prim aunt. Hieu savored their service, then whispered something to Aunt. She slid to the bed's foot, pressing her face to his crotch.

He propped up his legs, spreading wide for her. Above, Mom rode wildly; below, Aunt licked his hairy balls. The depraved scene made my groin throb. It was my first time seeing a man with two women, my mom and aunt, no less.

Trying not to jerk off, I was pushed aside by Duc. "My turn!"

Peering through, excitement lit his face. Unlike me, he didn't hold back, yanking down his pants to masturbate, treating the next room like porn, not his mom being fucked. Shockingly, his dick was impressive. It's much thicker and longer compared to mine.

But, as I suspected, the thrill of watching his mom star in live porn was too much. His breathing quickened, shoulders tensing. His hand sped up, eyes glued to the peephole. "Towel! Towel!"

Knowing what he needed, I grabbed my favorite towel nearby as he lost control. He snatched it, coming hard. The familiar pungent smell filled the room, soaking my towel. Next door, Hieu's satisfied growl signaled his climax, into whom, I didn't know.

The stench reminded me of Dad, Uncle, and my grandparents downstairs. I rushed down to check. The living room party was over. Grandpa and Uncle were tipsy, Dad passed out, and Grandma was cleaning in the kitchen.

Seeing me, she asked, "Where's your mom, Thien?"

Trying to shake the image of Mom upstairs, I stammered, "She's... tired, resting in her room."

• "Alright, let her rest. We'll handle things here."

Before I could relax, she asked, "Where's your friend Hieu?"

• "He's... playing games with Duc in my room."
• "Call him 'Brother Duc'!" she teased. "Hieu's your classmate, right? So tall and handsome. Learn from him, eat more, and grow big!"
• "Yes, ma'am."

As we spoke, Duc came downstairs. Grandma said, "Playing games with Hieu, huh? Too much gaming today! Check on your mom, and get ready to go."

He glanced at me, nodding along. "Yeah, Hieu played a lot. I just watched."

I sighed in relief as he lied to cover for me, winking secretly before heading upstairs. But before he could, Hieu appeared, supporting a struggling Aunt. Seeing her limp, Grandma asked if she was still unwell. Duc and I knew it was Hieu's massive cock's aftermath.

I gave up my seat for Aunt. Grandma said, "Help your dad to his room, Thien. It's late, we are leaving. When you get a school break, have your parents bring you to visit!"

Following her, I helped my drunken dad upstairs. At my parents' door, I nervously knocked twice and entered. The room reeked of sex, but Mom had pulled the covers over herself. I awkwardly laid Dad on the bed and fled before she could speak.

Everyone left, including Hieu, who patted my face like a well-behaved dog before swaggering off. I sat for a while to calm down, then crept to my room. Passing my parents' door, it opened, and Dad stumbled out, hair messy, lips speckled with white residue, likely needing the bathroom.

• "Everyone gone, son?" he asked.
• "Yes, Dad." I moved to help him.
• "I'm fine, go rest."

Seeing his calm demeanor, I didn't ask about Mom and hurried to my room. Seeing my cum-soaked towel by the peephole, I couldn't hold back, yanked down my pants, jerked off, and collapsed into sleep after a long day.