Chapter 2 - The Storm Begins

The next morning, I was jolted awake by a familiar sound:

• "Thien, you're late! Get up, eat breakfast, and get to school!"

My mom's voice echoed from the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes groggily, I suddenly remembered the horrors of last night and bolted upright, racing downstairs. The warm, familiar sight of my family greeted me. Dad was buried in his morning newspaper, as always, while Mom prepared breakfast. The aroma of egg-fried rice filled the kitchen.

For a moment, I wondered if last night was just a perverse dream. Breathing a sigh of relief, I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and change. When I returned, Mom had served the food. The three of us ate, laughed, and chatted, with them occasionally asking about my studies. The morning air brimmed with happiness. I silently vowed to keep studying hard so my parents would always be proud and joyful like this.

Realizing I was running late, I scarfed down my rice, washed my plate, and dashed upstairs to change. As I climbed the stairs, out of sight behind the wall, I overheard Mom playfully scolding Dad:

• "Last night, what did you do? I'm still sore!"

My heart skipped a beat. It was real! Everything last night actually happened! Luckily, Dad had finished eating and was engrossed in his paper, only muttering a distracted "Uh-huh." He always tuned out the world when focused, and Mom's voice was soft - probably so I wouldn't hear. If I hadn't been on edge from last night, I might've missed it.

I stood frozen, waiting. When nothing more happened, relief washed over me. Mom didn't bring it up again, busy washing dishes, and Dad seemed oblivious. Good. They hadn't noticed anything. Last night's events would never happen again. With that resolve, I hurried to my room, grabbed my bag, and headed to school.

It was a typical day as I crossed the bustling school courtyard to my classroom. I glanced around, thinking this was my final year here, and soon I'd leave this school full of memories. I had to study harder, get into the top college, and make my parents proud. Lost in thought, I ran into Hieu and his crew right at the classroom door.

Seeing him, vivid images of his and Long's muscular bodies taking turns ravaging my mom last night flooded my mind. A hot flush of shame made me cover my hardening crotch as I entered the room. Hieu just glanced at me, smirked, and went back to laughing and scrolling on his phone with his buddies. Panic gripped me as I realized the hundreds of photos and that video of my mom were on his phone. Were they looking at them right now?

It hit me how stupid I'd been to let the wolf into my home. Thankfully, Hieu hadn't mentioned the money I owed him since. Maybe he'd really forgiven the debt. But from that day, the other boys in class looked at me differently. Though I wasn't the most perceptive, I could feel them distancing themselves. Sometimes, I caught them pointing and whispering behind my back.

Before, when Hieu's crew bullied me, no one helped, but some would still chat or ask for homework help. Now, their gazes held contempt and disdain. Worse, Hieu's gang stopped inviting me to hang out and reverted to making my life hell for fun.

Their bullying escalated beyond copying homework or running errands. During a break after math class, as I reviewed homework, someone loomed over me. Before I could look up, two or three pairs of hands yanked me from my chair.

It was Hieu's crew, dragging me to the front of the class. One of them ripped open the buttons of my crisp white shirt, meticulously ironed by Mom. I thrashed helplessly as they pinned my arms and legs to the floor. The moment my chest was exposed, Hieu grabbed a bottle of menthol oil and poured it onto my nipples.

A searing burn spread across my chest, and I screamed in my high-pitched, pubescent voice. Hieu's gang held me down, laughing hysterically. Tears of humiliation streamed down my face. Before the burning subsided, I felt a hand fumbling with my belt.

Cranking my neck, I saw one of them trying to pull my pants down while Hieu stood by with the oil bottle, ready to pour. Full-on panic hit, and I shouted, "Let go! Let go!"

Just as my pants were about to come off, someone yelled, "The teacher's coming!"

The gang scattered to their seats. I scrambled up, shaking, and headed back to my desk. But before I could, Hieu leaned in and whispered, "Snitch to the teacher, and I'll send your mom's pictures to the whole school."

The rest of the class was a blur. I couldn't focus, haunted by their bullying and the fear of those photos spreading. ****, I foolishly confronted Hieu after school, begging him to delete the pictures and video.

• "Hieu, please delete the photos and videos from the other night. I'll find a way to pay you back, I swear!"

He smirked and said, "Kneel and sniff my socks, and I'll delete them."

I shuddered, looking at his sweaty feet, fresh from gym class. I could imagine the stench. But thinking of my beloved mom and our happy family, I mustered the courage and slowly knelt before him.

Hieu burst out laughing. Just as I leaned toward his foot, he said, "I'd changed my mind. You're fit to sniff my socks, sure. But I'll only delete them when your dad crawls and sniffs them too."

He kicked my face, knocking me over, and as he walked away, he sneered, "Loser! Like father, like son."

I broke down, sobbing helplessly. I couldn't understand why he treated me like this. All I wanted was to study, get into a good university, then have a good job to make my parents proud. What had my family done to him?

Later, when I was older and wiser, I realized part of the blame was mine. Hieu lost his mom young. No amount of wealth could fill that void. Yet I'd flaunted my mom's affection in front of him whenever she picked me up. Combined with his cruel, lustful nature, tormenting me probably fed his alpha instincts, like a wolf asserting dominance by hunting its prey.

From then on, Hieu's torment grew worse. Every school day brought new humiliations. Each time, he'd threaten to leak my mom's pictures if I told our teacher. I could only endure it. But I couldn't focus in class, and my grades plummeted. One day, I decided I couldn't keep living like a whipped dog. If this continued, I'd lose myself completely. So, I resolved to tell my parents after school that I wanted to transfer schools.

At dinner, I noticed a strange tension in the air. It had been there for a while, but I'd been too consumed by the bullying to notice. We ate in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Dad broke the silence.

• "I've been laid off... Starting tomorrow..."

Mom paused her chopsticks but said nothing. I gaped, stunned. "Dad... what happened? Why aren't you working anymore?"

• "The company's in a crisis this year, so they're cutting a third of the staff. I'm just an ordinary employee, so..."

He trailed off with a heavy sigh. Mom seemed to already know. Our family wasn't well-off to begin with. How would we survive now? I glanced at Mom, who said softly, "I've rented a shop from a friend. We're opening a small café soon. It's near your school, Thien, so you can help out after class while I handle meals at home."

I was speechless. They'd decided all this without telling me. But I understood our family was in real trouble. I couldn't burden them further with my bullying problems.

Soon, my parents threw themselves into setting up the café. It was small, so they decided not to hire any staff. Mom handled brewing and shopkeeping, while Dad set up tables and served customers. Naturally, I helped with serving when I wasn't at school.

Things stabilized. The café improved our finances, and Mom seemed to grow younger and more beautiful. She'd spent years as a housewife, busy with cooking and sewing, rarely dressing up. Now, she put more effort into her appearance to deal with customers (mostly men) daily.

Dad, however, grew quieter. Already introverted, he became more self-conscious. When customers snapped at him for slow service, he'd just bow and apologize. Some rowdy guys who frequented the café picked on him for being meek, yelling and mocking him. Mom always stepped in to smooth things over.

Those guys would switch to flirting with her, forgetting their taunts. When I asked why she didn't push back harder against their teasing, she said, "We're doing service, you have to please the customers. These are regulars who come every day. Tolerating a bit means selling a few more coffees, nothing to lose."

Dad just sighed helplessly.

Looking at him, I saw him age before my eyes, in stark contrast to Mom's vibrant beauty.

I didn't realize that by letting Hieu and Long into our home, I'd ignited a fierce desire in her. After that night, Dad could no longer satisfy her.

One night, I woke up thirsty and headed to get water. From my parents' room, I heard soft scolding.

• "Why are you so useless? It doesn't feel like anything!"

I froze, recalling Long and Hieu taking turns with their massive, veiny erections, three times the size of Dad's, inside Mom. No wonder she felt nothing from Dad's "little chili." I couldn't blame her. Woman in her prime would crave satisfaction from a strong, well-endowed man.

Dad used to be the breadwinner, and Mom, labeled a housewife, played the dutiful wife. Now, managing the household and the café, she felt entitled to demand at least satisfaction in bed. Her irritability with Dad grew, sometimes even banning him from their bed.

The next night, Dad came to my room with his blanket and pillow. When I asked, he grimaced. "Your mom says she's exhausted from work and wants to sleep alone. I'll sleep with you tonight."

From then on, Dad occasionally "migrated" to my room. He became even more submissive, as if he'd wronged her and needed to make up for it. He took on every chore at home and the café, doing whatever Mom asked.

I wanted to help my parents but didn't know how. Meanwhile, the bullying at school eased slightly. By fully submitting to Hieu's crew, I avoided their worst "tortures." But Hieu now treated me like a servant or worse.

One day at school, I was trailing him as usual when he suddenly asked, "Thien, my son! How're your parents doing lately?"

I hesitated but mumbled, "My parents are fine, Dad."

He laughed, patting my head. One reason he'd stopped the worst bullying was that I'd started calling him "Dad" and referring to myself as his "son." Kids at school played family roles like that, so no one thought much of it. But every time I called him "Dad," I remembered he'd slept with my mom, and the humiliation burned.

He stared into my eyes and continued, "Don't lie to your Dad. Your mom's tasted a real man that night, your old man's got no chance of satisfying her anymore!"

I looked down, shamed by the truth. After he pressed me, I spilled everything, including my worries about helping my parents. He smirked, a dark idea glinting in his eyes.

The next day, he pulled me into the bathroom during a break. Checking that we were alone, he said, "Thien, wanna help your parents?"

Curious, I replied, "Yeah! How?"

• "I've got something good."

He handed me a small box with about ten white pills.

• "These medicines make people relaxed and happy. They dissolve in water, no smell, no taste. Give your mom one in her drink before bed each night, and she'll get prettier and sweet like before."

I eyed him skeptically, and he added, "What, you think I'm giving you poison? I'm not ready for jail, son. Do as your Dad say, or you'll regret it!"

Panicked, I blurted, "I'll do it!"

He patted my cheek. "Good son."

Back home with the pills, I hesitated. Last time was a terrible mistake I'd never repeat. These weren't sleeping pills, and I wouldn't let Hieu or anyone into our house at night again. So it couldn't happen again.

As I mulled it over, Mom's scolding interrupted. This time, Dad had let a guy buy coffee and cigarettes on credit, a guy who hadn't paid for a week. Seeing Mom's anger and Dad's bowed his head, I decided to follow Hieu's instructions. Maybe it could actually help.

So, I slipped a pill into Mom's water every night. And, as Hieu predicted, partly, Mom grew more beautiful. Her face glowed, her curves fuller. She often complained of heat, wearing lighter, looser clothes. But her irritability with Dad didn't lessen, it worsened. Her criticisms moved from the bedroom to our dinner table.

"Aren't you a man?"

"Useless!"

"Pathetic!"

"Waste of space!"

Those became her go-to phrases for Dad. He grew more withdrawn, likely ashamed next to her radiant youth. He obeyed her every word, terrified of upsetting her. I saw the guilt and self-loathing in his eyes.

As the pills ran low, Mom's behavior grew stranger. One night, fetching water, I heard odd noises from the bathroom. Creeping closer, I peeked through a crack in the door.

My jaw dropped. I swallowed hard, watching Mom masturbate with a cucumber meant for tomorrow's breakfast. The sight was an overwhelming visual shock no 18-year-old boy could handle. My pants tightened instantly.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen her naked, but unlike last time, passive and ****, she now radiated raw, lustful desire I'd never witnessed. This was a stranger, a woman craving satisfaction. Watching that cucumber move in and out, I understood that she clearly yearned for a real man.

Aroused, I rushed to my room, jerked off, and fell into a dream-filled sleep. In my dreams, Hieu and Long were ravaging Mom again, but this time she wasn't ****, she eagerly pulled their firm hips deeper into her, then rode them wildly...

The alarm cut the dream short. Stumbling up, I realized it was Saturday. Only two pills left. Hieu regularly asked me about my mom. And I'd told him about Mom's changes before, but should I mention what I saw last night?

Pushing the thought aside, I ate a quick breakfast and headed to the café to help. On arrival, I froze, Hieu and Long, the figures from my dream, were there, laughing and drinking coffee with Mom.

• "Thien's here! Your friends came to visit, son," Mom said.

I nodded, dread sinking in. My worst fear had come true, Hieu and Long had found Mom again. Seeing her chat so casually with them, I wondered how she'd feel if she knew what they'd done to her that night. I'd hidden the café's location to keep them away, but they'd found it. Hieu winked at me.

• "You didn't tell us your family opened a shop here, Thien. If I'd known, I'd have brought friends to support you sooner."

Mom playfully scolded me, then told me to hang out with them while she made coffee. As she walked away, I saw them ogling her round backside, and a bad feeling stirred. At day's end, Hieu gave me ten more pills and left.

From then on, Hieu's crew frequented our café after soccer, sweaty and sometimes shirtless. I caught Mom's eyes lingering on their chiseled chests and the prominent bulges in their thin shorts.

Whether it was the pills or not, Mom grew even more stunning and curvaceous. But her late-night masturbation sessions increased. Dad still couldn't satisfy her. When Hieu's crew visited, she'd laugh and chat brightly. Hieu had a knack for charming her completely. She even invited him for dinner at our house.

Mom treated him like family now, often dressing revealingly around him, whether intentional or not. Hieu would discreetly adjust his erection behind her back. He'd show up in athletic wear, his bulge obvious whenever Mom's curves peeked out. I wasn't sure if I was imagining it, but her glances at him seemed to carry a strange hunger.

One rainy day, Mom told Hieu to stay over. Dad didn't object. I sensed a hint of submission in Dad's demeanor toward Hieu.

That evening, we gathered in the living room to watch a movie. A scene about a cheating wife came up, and I blurted, "Oops, she's already married but still doing things behind her husband's back!"

Hieu turned to me.

• "If her husband can't satisfy her, let another guy do it! She gets her pleasure, and he keeps his wife. It's normal these days. What's the big deal?"

Mom chimed in, "Exactly!"

I saw a spark in Dad's eyes before he looked down, lost in thought.

• "That useless husband's lucky she hasn't left him!" Mom added, her tone dripping with discontent. Dad flinched, fumbling to escape the tense atmosphere.

Mid-movie, Mom stretched, complaining of shoulder pain. I stood to massage her, but Hieu cut in. "Let me show off my skills, Auntie. I know a massage technique that'll fix you right up!"

He stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. Mom sat on the sofa stool, and Hieu pressed close to her back. Glancing over, I saw her eyes half-closed, leaning back, savoring it, occasionally licking her lips.

After a bit, Hieu said, "Sitting like this isn't good for a massage. You need to lie down."

Mom's eyes lit up. "You're right! Come to my room and give me a quick massage, Hieu. My back's been killing me. You two stay and watch the movie. I'll have Hieu work on my back!"

Dad, visibly relieved, said, "Yeah, go rest, dear. Thanks, Hieu!"

• "Don't worry, Uncle. My skills are top-notch. Ask Thien! Hehe..."

They headed upstairs, Hieu throwing me a knowing look. I knew my job: keep Dad occupied until he was done.

Dad switched to his favorite show. I fidgeted, restless as if on hot coals. After fifteen minutes, I couldn't take it and faked a bathroom trip to spy. I'd long ago drilled a small hole from my room into theirs. Heart racing, I peered through.Hieu was massaging Mom on their bed, the same bed where he'd pounded into her **** body. But now, she was fully awake, lying face-down, relaxed under his hands.

Seeing Hieu's body so close to hers stirred a mix of jealousy and strange arousal in me. But he was just massaging her, surely they wouldn't do anything in my parents' bed while Dad watched TV downstairs.

As I watched, Dad's voice called, "Thien, grab me a glass of water when you're out!"

I gritted my teeth, fetched the water, and returned to watch TV with him. Then, I heard rhythmic slap-slap sounds from their room. Dad glanced at me and said awkwardly, "Must be Hieu massaging your mom. That kid's got some skills."

I stared, disbelieving. Even a child would know what those growing slaps meant. Was Dad that naive, or did he trust Mom so much he couldn't imagine her betraying us? Unable to resist, I faked another bathroom trip. The sight through the hole made my pants strain to bursting. The steady slap-slap came from Hieu's thrusts. Watching my friend pound into my mom while Dad sat clueless downstairs, I fought not to come in my pants.

Mom had crossed the final line of betrayal, placing a massive cuckold's horns on the head of the man who loved and trusted her unconditionally. My heart ached for Dad. Yet, seeing Mom's satisfied expression under Hieu, I knew this was what she truly wanted, a man who could fulfill the passionate, lustful woman within her.

Fearing Dad's suspicion, I suppressed the urge to jerk off and returned to the living room, pretending to watch TV.

A while later, Hieu emerged, drenched in sweat like he'd run a marathon. He grinned at me and Dad, giving a thumbs-up. "All done, Uncle! Auntie'll sleep great tonight. It's late, you should rest too. She might have a 'gift' for you!"

Dad **** a smile. "Thanks, Hieu. I'll head to bed. You boys sleep early too!"

Hieu flopped onto the sofa, exhaling. "Damn, your mom's wild. Took two rounds to satisfy her. Hey, who said you could sit? Get down and massage my feet, payment for making your mom happy."

I obeyed, sensing that Hieu had become the master of our house. That night, he slept in my room, on my bed, while I took the floor.

In the cold night, unable to sleep, I went for water and heard sounds from my parents' room.

• "Stop trying to stick that shriveled thing in me. I'm exhausted tonight, no sex. If you want, handle it yourself."
• "I know I can't satisfy you, but I can use my mouth..."
• "Your choice!"

Then came slurping sounds and heavy breathing. I recalled Hieu's "gift" comment. Was Mom's "gift" to Dad tainted by him?

Returning to my room, I heard Mom's soft voice: "Suck harder! Lick there! Yes..."

I curled up on the floor, falling asleep to Hieu's steady snoring...