My Family Story

Disclaimer: This is only fiction. All characters in sexual contexts are 18 years old or older. I have published this story on another site before.

Chapter 1 - Bringing the Wolf Home

• "Hey?! Thien, remember me, dude?"

Hearing someone call my name, I looked up and froze, as if an electric current was running down my spine. A tall, well-built guy in a sharp business suit stood there. I instantly recognized him. He is Hieu, the nightmare of my youth, or rather, the nightmare of my entire family.

He was standing there, flashing a dazzling smile on his handsome face, a smile that still gave me goosebumps every time I thought about it. I lowered my head, unable to meet his gaze. Those eyes always made me feel like a prey being stared down by a wolf. And that prey was me, always cowering in submission.

Back then, I was just 18. Hieu was my classmate, notorious for being the quintessential "perfect kid" in everyone's eyes. A rich boy, good-looking, smooth-talking, those were the things people mentioned when they talked about Hieu. The girls at school were head over heels for him, buzzing around like moths to a flame. Strangely, every day he'd be seen hanging out with a different girl, yet none of them ever seemed jealous or upset with him.

Everyone liked Hieu because they didn't know the truth. Behind that angelic face was a seasoned player, the school's de facto kingpin. Even the tough guys from the nearby high school followed his orders. Why? Simply because he had money, lots of it. Rumor had it his mother passed away when he was five, and his father was the CEO of a major tech company.

In contrast, I was the only child of an ordinary family. My dad worked as a low-level employee at a small company, and my mom stayed home, occasionally taking on odd jobs to supplement our income. Because of that, I always felt inferior to guys like Hieu. Fortunately, my grades were excellent, consistently topping the class for years.

That fact seemed to bother Hieu, who saw a bookworm like me outshining him. So, in our final year, he started targeting me for fun. At first, it was small things like copying my homework, asking to do his assignments, clean the classroom for him, or run errands to buy snacks and drinks.

Worse, whenever he noticed me liking a girl in class, Hieu would deliberately flirt with her. With his good looks and deep pockets, few girls could resist his charm. Every time I saw the girl I secretly liked being pulled into his arms and caressed right in the classroom, I felt like a loser. Once, I mustered all my courage to stand up to him. The result? Hieu signaled two other guys to drag me into the bathroom to "teach me a lesson." Afterward, they **** me to crawl between their legs to get back to class, while the whole room laughed gleefully. That was truly the nightmare of my school days.

After that day, I didn't dare fight back. With my immature mindset and timid nature, I never considered telling my teachers or parents about the bullying. Even if I told my dad, he'd probably just tell me to endure it and focus on my studies. So I told myself that only a few more weeks remained until the school year ended. Then, I'd aim to get into the province's prestigious colleage. With Hieu's average grades, there was no way he'd get into the same colleage with me, let alone the same class. Things went on like that until one day, Hieu met my mom.

That afternoon, my mom came to pick me up from school, and we were heading to a relative's wedding. As a crowd of students poured out toward the school gate, I spotted my mom's figure. I have to admit, my mom was a beautiful woman. Despite our modest circumstances, my dad always spoiled her. He felt lucky to have married her and didn't want her to work too hard outside the home. She only needed to take care of the house and occasionally do light side jobs. Thanks to that, even in her forties, her beauty and figure remained striking. The form-fitting dress she wore that day accentuated her full curves. I overheard some of the rowdy boys nearby whispering about her. One guy next to me even adjusted his crotch and said, "Damn, whose mom is that? That ass would be heaven to hit from behind!"

Anger surged within me at those crude words about my mom, but somewhere deep down, I also felt a flicker of pride in having such a beautiful mother. Then I noticed Hieu among the boys commenting on her. He caught my eye, and I quickly looked away, hurrying toward my mom amidst the surprised and jealous glances of the other boys.

I smiled, wrapping my arm around my mom's, as if to proclaim to everyone, especially Hieu, the motherless boy, that this was my beloved mom, something I'd always have over him. But I never could've imagined that my fleeting moment of triumph would awaken a blood-thirsty wolf, and its prey would be me and my cherished family.

From that day on, Hieu treated me differently. At first, I couldn't believe the change. I thought he and his crew were setting me up for another prank. But soon, I realized there was no trick. Not only did he stop bullying me, but Hieu also started inviting me to play video games, shoot pool, and gamble, exciting new things I'd never tried before.

Hieu opened up a whole new world for a kid like me, who'd only ever buried his nose in books. Not only did he show me these fun activities, but when I didn't have money, he'd lend it to me. For the first time in my school life, I felt like I actually fit in with Hieu's group.

During breaks, he and his friends even dragged me into the bathroom to look at adult photos of him with girls from our class and even some younger ones. I'd fantasized about such things plenty of times while masturbating, but this was the first time I'd seen such raw, real images. I stared at each photo, then froze when I saw one of the girls I secretly liked with her face buried in Hieu's crotch, sucking him off. I was so turned on that I came in my pants, and Hieu and his crew burst out laughing.

Then one day, Hieu stood in front of me and said, "Hey, Thien, last month you borrowed 500,000 VND from me. I'm out of cash now, so pay me back."

I was stunned. 500,000 VND?! I didn't even have 50,000! I stammered, "Y-you... did you miscalculate? I don't remember borrowing that much!"

• "Bullshit! You borrowed money for games, cards, and all those soft drinks and instant noodles. Now you're trying to dodge paying me back?"
• "The drinks and noodles were all stuff you guys ordered! I never asked for any of it!" I said in a panic.
• "No more talk! Are you paying or not? If not, I'll go to your house and ask your parents for it." My face went pale at the thought. How would my parents react if they found out their studious, well-behaved son had been caught up in gambling and debt?
• "No... please, don't! I'm begging you! I really don't have the money. But tell me what I can do to pay you back!"

I dropped to my knees before Hieu, tears welling up. His expression softened. He glanced down at me and lowered his voice.

• "I've got a way. You can pay off your debt and have extra cash for games. Wanna do it?" I grabbed at the lifeline. "What is it?"
• "Remember those adult photos I showed you? Those sell for a lot of money. I'll help you take similar pictures to sell."
• "What?! Pictures... with who? I don't have a girlfriend to take those kinds of photos with!"
• "You don't need a girlfriend. Your mom's hotter than any model!" Hieu smirked.

I froze for three seconds before snapping out of it. "My... my mom? Are you joking? My parents would kill me!"

• "I'm not talking about taking pictures of your mom with your dad. It's me with your mom! Hehe, I've got a way to make sure your parents don't find out. You in or not? Say it quick, you're wasting my time. If not, I'm heading to your house to collect the debt from your parents."

Hieu glared at me and turned to leave. Panicking, I blurted, "I'll do it! I'll do it! But how can you do that with my mom without her knowing?"

• "You're so dumb. We'll just pose for some adult-style shots. How would your mom know? Here, take this bag of pills. Tonight, mix it into water for your parents to drink. I guarantee they'll sleep like babies until morning. When you hear three cat meows, open the door for me."

Once again, I reverted to being the obedient kid who nodded at Hieu's commands. After school, I trudged home, the bag of pills hidden carefully in my backpack. That evening, after dinner, my dad was watching TV in the living room, while my mom sat nearby, sewing some clothes she'd taken on as extra work. They were laughing and chatting happily. Looking at this warm family scene, my stomach churned, as if I were about to destroy this happiness with my own hands.

But I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't let my parents find out I'd been gambling and racked up debt. I could only hope things would go as Hieu promised - just a few staged photos, and I'd clear my debt without my parents ever knowing. With that thought, some of the tension in my chest eased.

I went to my room to do my homework as usual. After finishing around 9 PM, I opened my backpack, took out the bag of pills Hieu gave me, and tried to act calm as I headed to the kitchen. Halfway there, my dad's voice startled me:

• "Thien, get me a glass of water!"

My heart pounded like a drum. I managed a shaky "Yes" and hurried to the kitchen, my hands trembling. Luckily, my parents didn't notice anything off. I poured two glasses of water, hesitated for a few seconds, then pulled the bag of pills from my pocket. It was a white powder, probably a crushed sleeping pill.

I'd seen scenes like this in movies, but doing it myself made my hands shake uncontrollably. After all, I was drugging my own parents. With trembling hands, I brought the glasses to them."Mom, Dad, here's your water."

• "Thanks, son. Go lock the doors and get ready for bed," my dad said, taking the glass with a kind smile.

I nodded and went to lock the doors, sneaking glances to see if they drank the water. My dad downed most of his in one gulp, but my mom was still focused on her sewing. I worried she wouldn't drink it, and everything would fall apart. Thankfully, she eventually paused, reached for the glass, and drank it all. I let out a relieved breath.

When it was time for bed, I lay in my room next to my parents', listening to their soft whispers and some rustling sounds. Then, suddenly, silence, a chilling, eerie silence. My heart pounded. Then:

• "Meow... meow... meow..."

Hieu was here. I sat up, hesitated for a few seconds, then shuffled to open the door.Click. The door opened, and Hieu slipped inside, followed by someone else! My jaw dropped. It was Long, the thug from the nearby high school. I stammered, "W-why...?"

• "Why what? You're so dumb! We need more people to get different angles for better pictures that sell for more money."

Hieu slapped my cheek lightly. He glanced around and asked, "How're your parents? Did you give them the sleeping pills?"

I nodded nervously and led them to my parents' room. At the door, Hieu whispered, "Go check if they're really asleep. Then turn on the light, and we'll come in."

At this point, I could only obey. I gently opened the door and stepped into the dim room. In the faint light, I approached their bed and shook them lightly. "Mom... Dad... are you asleep?"

Only their steady breathing answered. I sighed, then flicked on the light switch.

The room flooded with light, making me squint. Seeing the light, Hieu and Long swaggered in. I turned to look at my parents and saw them lying naked, entwined in each other's arms. It was the first time I'd seen them like this, and I immediately turned away in embarrassment. Long burst out laughing.

• "Guess the **** kicked in too fast. They were about to get it on but didn't finish..."

He stepped forward, pushed my dad to one side, and smirked at me. "Guess we'll help your dad finish the job, huh, Thien?"

My face paled as Long nudged my dad's face with his foot. I wanted to stop him but felt powerless. The two of them exchanged gleeful looks and started undressing. Their muscular, chiseled bodies made me feel ashamed of my scrawny frame. While I'd been hunched over books, they'd been hitting the gym and playing sports. Coming from well-off families, they were also noticeably bigger and stronger than most boys our age.

Lost in thought, I snapped back to reality when I saw they'd stripped down to their underwear. They pulled off their expensive boxer briefs, revealing their large, veiny erections. I couldn't help but glance and compare. Mine was probably less than a third of theirs. Long's was thick and dark, while Hieu's was long and curved like a sword.

As they tossed their underwear aside, whether by accident or on purpose, it landed right on my dad's face. He lay there, still ****, as I clenched my teeth, wanting to remove the filthy underwear. But then I thought maybe it was better this way; at least I wouldn't have to see his face and feel the guilt. Hieu glanced at me and chuckled.

• "We played soccer after school, then grabbed food and coffee before coming here. Didn't have time to shower or change."

I shuddered, looking at the pile of underwear on my dad's face, gagging at the thought of the sweat and stench from Long and Hieu smothering him. Seeing him breathe steadily under it made me feel humiliated on his behalf. But before I could do anything, Long's voice startled me."Thien's mom is as hot as the high school girls we mess with," he said, climbing onto the bed and groping my mom's body as he spoke to Hieu.

Hieu laughed. "Look at Thien's dad. His dick's smaller than my fifth-grade cousin's. With equipment like that, his wife's probably still tight as a virgin! Haha..."

They shared a lewd grin, and Hieu handed me his iPhone.

• "Thien, take pictures. Make them good, or they won't sell, and you won't pay off your debt." He started directing Long, who was lying next to my mom on the bed.
• "Long, do a few poses first. Have her lie on her side, and you spoon her... Yeah, like that. Rest her head on your arm, and use your other hand to grab her breast."

Seeing Long in such an intimate position with my mom sent a jolt through me. A mix of anger and strange arousal surged like a tidal wave, and I felt a small tent forming in my pants. Hieu noticed me standing there, dazed, and slapped my shoulder.

• "Why aren't you taking pictures? Stop spacing out!"

Snapping back, I raised the phone and started shooting. Hieu directed Long's poses while telling me to move around for better angles. Meanwhile, Long kept shifting, pressing his oversized, hot erection against my mom's body, making me increasingly uneasy.

After a while with Long, Hieu joined in. Instead of taking Long's place, he moved to my mom's head, straddling her face with his legs. She was lying on her back, and his crotch hovered right above her face. I gasped, "What are you doing?"

Hieu looked up and beckoned me closer. "Take a close-up of your mom sucking me off. This kind of shot will sell for big money."

Before I could protest, he pried open her mouth and slid his long, veiny erection inside.

Hieu let out a satisfied groan as he pushed over half his length into my mom's mouth. Seeing his grotesque member fill the mouth that always spoke loving words to me, I was overwhelmed with regret. But was it too late to stop now?

Seeing me staring in shock, Hieu didn't urge me to take pictures. Instead, he lifted my mom's head with both hands and began thrusting his hips rhythmically, making it look like she was actually performing a blowjob. I realized stopping now was impossible; the only way out was to finish this horrific photoshoot quickly.

Steeling myself, I raised the phone and started snapping, even moving around to get better angles. Hieu smirked at my effort. Then Long whispered to me. I turned and froze. He had positioned the tip of his erection at my mom's entrance, rubbing it up and down.

But I sighed in relief when I saw he wasn't actually penetrating her, just posing for the photos. I took a few shots of Long, then they lifted my mom, one thrusting from behind while the other shoved his erection into her throat. I snapped dozens more photos before saying, "That's probably enough, Hieu. You and Long can go now!"

Long glanced at Hieu, who turned to me. "Hey, Thien, wanna make even more money? Since we've already taken photos, let's shoot an adult video."

• "No way! My parents would find out and kill me!" I panicked, but Hieu kept pushing.
• "How would they know? Look, they're already naked and ready to go. After we're done, you can jerk your dad off, lay him next to your mom, and by morning, they'll have no idea what happened!"

His logic made sense, and as I was weighing my options, I heard a soft moan from my mom. My heart stopped, Hieu had somehow thrust his entire length into her. He moved rhythmically, her faint moans growing louder with each thrust.

I was in complete panic, forgetting about photos or videos. I hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly, and I was utterly powerless. All I could do was watch Hieu's muscular body ravage my gentle, dignified mother, whom I'd always respected.

Long, meanwhile, gleefully groped her full breasts. After a while, Hieu flipped her onto her stomach, slid a pillow under her hips, and entered her from behind. The wet, squelching sound hit me like a punch.

Then, to my horror, I realized my own erection was straining painfully. Watching Hieu's hips pound into my mom, I shuddered and came in my pants, collapsing to my knees. I sat there, dazed, at the foot of the bed, watching helplessly.

My mom's hair was disheveled, her mouth slightly open, letting out soft moans. I'd never heard such sounds from her room before. Hieu suddenly sped up, his hips jerking as he growled and thrust hard, pressing himself against her as he panted heavily.

A few seconds later, he pulled out, his slick, still semi-erect member followed by a stream of white fluid. I stared in shock, glancing at my own wilted, pathetic erection.

• "Your turn!" Hieu said to Long. "Man, Thien's mom is tight as hell. Like a virgin. Guess that's thanks to her husband's tiny dick. Haha..."

Long laughed lewdly, flipped my mom onto her back, and winked at me. "Watch and learn how real men handle women, Thien. Your dad can't teach you this. Haha..."

With that, he plunged his thick erection into her. Being bigger than Hieu, his thrusts were even more aggressive. I watched, heartbroken, as he pounded into her, roughly kneading her reddened breasts.

After a while, he pulled her up to sit in his lap, their bodies still connected. Her legs spread across his, her head slumped on his shoulder. Hieu clapped in delight. Long grabbed her buttocks, kneading them like dough, then leaned down to suck hungrily on her full breasts.

• "Damn, this chick is a wild ride!" Long growled, thrusting harder before pinning her tightly against him.

When he was done, he let her fall back onto the mattress and collapsed onto her chest, panting heavily. Like Hieu, he eventually pulled out, his erection now slick with fluids. I didn't know if my mom used contraception, and I wasn't mature enough to think about it. All I could do was stare at the sticky mess oozing from her.

Looking at the "battlefield" between her legs, they grinned smugly. Long barked, "Get us some drinks, Thien. We worked our asses off while you watched for free. Show some gratitude!"

Still trapped in this nightmare, I staggered to the kitchen, grabbed two sodas from the fridge, and returned. Hieu was already back on my mom, followed by Long for another round. This time, they made me record everything on video.

When they were done, they told me to grab their underwear from my dad's face. I suddenly remembered he'd been lying there the whole time, breathing in the stench of their sweaty underwear while they ravaged his wife. I hurried over and removed the boxers, gagging at the reek of sweat, musk, and urine lingering on my dad's face.

I handed the underwear to Long and Hieu, then shuffled to open the door for them. At the door, Hieu slapped my cheek again.

• "Go jerk your dad off and lay him next to your mom. By morning, they won't suspect a thing. As for your debt, I'll deal with it later."

I nodded obediently and followed his instructions. Back in my parents' room, the air was thick with the stench of sweat and semen. Shuddering, I glanced at my mom's lower body and carefully wiped her down with tissue. Then, I did the most disgusting thing I'd ever imagined. I reached for my dad's penis and began to stroke it.

I gritted my teeth through the task. By the time I returned to my room, it was past 3 AM. Thinking back on the scene, I masturbated again, coming all over my face, then fell into an exhausted sleep, too tired to clean up.

In my dreams, I faintly heard my mom's soft moans...