【The Formation and Development of Cuckoldry】(02) 【Author: dadufei1308】

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Chapter
Two
The next day, my feelings towards my parents were already somewhat awkward. After all, witnessing their passionate lovemaking in bed was
both shocking and stimulating. The authority and loving image they had cultivated over the years crumbled, replaced by the image
of their intertwined bodies and moans from the previous night. But as I spied on them more often and as we adjusted to each other in daily life,
I gradually became accustomed to the difference between my parents at home and in bed. After all, that's life; nobody always wears
only one mask. They always present different faces to different people.
In front of students, my mother remained the dignified and intellectual mature woman; in front of subordinates, my father was still
the shrewd and calculating leader; and in front of me, they were always the patient and guiding parents. Only in bed
did they unleash their true nature, becoming the wanton and unrestrained "she" and the rapist "he." And isn't it this warm and
mundane life mixed with the mysterious excitement of sex that sustains a family through thick and thin?
I always thought my parents' secret was just a little passion between husband and wife, and that I was just
like a lovesick teenager in an erotic painting. I spied on my parents having sex, then masturbated in my fantasies, and under these abnormal circumstances, I developed
a normal life and views on sex, until I opened Pandora's box that should never have been opened.
I can't remember the exact time, only that it was shortly after the first time I spied on them that things started to go wrong.
During one of my parents' sexual encounters, as usual, there was a virgin willingly serving as a live AV audience.
Just as my mother was passionately giving my father oral sex and gently teasing his scrotum, my father interrupted my mother
's service. When my mother looked up and saw my father looking at her in confusion, my father suddenly... He pinned his mother down and
began licking and sucking her breasts, down her neck and face, finally reaching her ear. He then whispered something.
His mother's ears immediately turned red, and she turned and kissed his lips. They exchanged
saliva as if they had been thirsty for a long time. He didn't know what his father had said that had moved his mother so deeply. They then engaged in a French kiss
, teasing each other's genitals and rubbing them together. After a while, seemingly reaching the height of their passion, his father
put his mother down and turned on the television and VCR (at that time, it was still the kind of tape recorder). He took a VCD player (which was still a high-
end item back then), and then pulled it out of the pocket of a coat inside the wardrobe. Dad turned on the device
and played the videotape; the familiar hissing sound came from the TV speakers.
At first, I thought it was a Category 4 film (a very common type of adult film in our area at the time), or even the more legendary pornographic
film, but the not-so-clear audio track revealed that it was a homemade VCD. Unfortunately,
the TV angle in my parents' room wasn't ideal; the TV was on a cabinet, but the overall viewing angle was... well, from my
row of seats... The water hole was at a 70-degree angle, and the already low-definition picture quality made
the content completely unrecognizable from this angle. You could only distinguish it by sound, but the recording equipment at the time was really poor, and almost no one
could afford to buy their own camera, so most people rented it out. This resulted in terrible audio quality,
making it impossible to tell what was being played.
Meanwhile, my parents in bed were watching the television with great interest, and it was the first time I had ever seen such artistic
flirting. Although they had often teased each other before, their main focus was wild and unrestrained. Their
slow, deliberate caresses resembled those of lovers newly in love. Mother nestled in Father's arms, her beautiful legs
intertwined with his, rubbing against his. One hand gently stroked his chest and back, while the other repeatedly
stroked his penis from bottom to top, occasionally playing with the clitoris. Father
whispered something in Mother's ear, stroking her hair and smooth back, while his other hand freely teased and rubbed the beautiful dark forest between her legs,
making Mother's cheeks flush and utter soft moans.
Afterwards, Father... I don't know what my mother said, but she tensed her legs, a blush
spreading from her face to her ears, then her chest turning crimson. Her breathing became so loud it could be heard throughout the room
, and her movements gradually shifted from gentle to intense teasing. Suddenly, she pushed my father aside, grabbed his
penis, and sat down on it, beginning her familiar, passionate act… “Ah,
sizzle, come on, let him come, I'll teach him what a woman is, ah, you stinky bastard, so hard…”
What did that mean? Who was she calling? And this was the first time my mother had called my father a “bastard.” What was
going on? Back then, with the internet so readily available, finding an adult film was incredibly difficult for someone as naive as me
, let alone understanding the threesomes and other such things that were popular in the West and Japan at the time.
My immediate thought was, did my parents mean me when they said “he”? Did they already know that every time
they had sex, there was always a pair of eyes greedily watching them? Without thinking, I was so scared I almost peed my pants. It was the kind of thing where my erection,
as hard as a steel pipe, suddenly went limp, and I didn't dare breathe. I quickly retraced my steps back to my room,
retreated to my bed, terrified they would suddenly burst out and catch me red-handed. Hiding under the covers, I listened intently to
the sounds coming from my parents' room. After a long while, apart from the creaking of the bed and a few faint moans from a woman, everything seemed normal. Slowly,
sleepiness crept over me, and I drifted off to sleep amidst my fear… 6 Revealing the Secret
Sunlight streamed through the window, and a dreadful ringing of the alarm clock forced me awake. As I got up and became
more aware, the scene from last night flashed through my mind. I quickly packed my things, grabbed my schoolbag, and
ran out to school before my parents came out of their room. All morning, I was in a daze. The teacher's boring
lessons and my classmates' playful antics during breaks held no interest for me. My mind kept replaying everything from last night. As my thoughts
calmed down and I analyzed the situation, I realized things weren't as I initially thought. First, if my parents knew I'd done something wrong, they
would definitely grab me and beat me up. Second, I'm their son, and my family values the upbringing of their children.
They let me do such immoral things, and I don't think any parent would want their son to see them in such
a lewd state in bed. So there's definitely something wrong with what happened last night, and it should have appeared on that VCD. Then
I remembered my mother calling my father "bastard" last night. In my memory, that word is taboo for men; it means
a man is being cuckolded. Even in the heat of passion, no one would say such a word.
I analyzed it carefully, and the whole process seemed to lead to an unknown territory. I felt that something
was sprouting, but my naivety and lack of information prevented me from realizing how terrifying it was
... It just so happens that my parents are going out of town this weekend, and that will be the time to reveal the truth.
Although the analysis was clear and convincing, I was still uneasy. After school at noon, I
went home with fear in my heart. Fortunately, everything was as expected. My parents were no different. Apart from their usual concern
and nagging about my declining grades, they didn't show any words or actions related to last night.
It seems that the strangeness last night and the "he" my mother mentioned did not involve me. What's wrong with Mom? How could
a third person appear while she and her husband were making love? Could it be her ex-boyfriend? Or someone else? The key is that Dad doesn't seem
angry at all; in fact, he seems to enjoy it. It seems we'll have to wait until the weekend to find out.
Four more days passed, the usual dullness of the day. The upcoming final exams pulled me back to normalcy,
and I forgot to reveal the secret until Saturday arrived. It wasn't until Sunday that I suddenly remembered. Having just
finished my assigned study tasks, and feeling satisfied with my meal, I decided to revisit the secret in my parents' room and get some masturbation,
since I'd been holding back for almost a week. Excitedly, I opened the wardrobe door, found the inner door, and sure enough, the slightly outdated
wool coat was still there. I realized I hadn't seen Mom wear it in a long time. Touching the lining, I felt
something hard, but the thickness didn't seem like VCDs. Carefully unzipping it, I took out a bundle—it
was indeed VCDs, but not just one, but about ten bundled together. They were all printed DVDs without covers
, only showing the manufacturer of the usable memory and the disc. Each disc had markings in ballpoint pen, seemingly the recording date
and some incomprehensible abbreviations.
My palms started sweating; I hadn't realized they were hiding so many secrets. I rushed to my parents' room, turned on the
DVD player and TV, and inserted a disc labeled "2002jie." Out of fear and excitement, I instinctively drew the curtains
and closed the bedroom door. In the darkness, everything seemed so mysterious and thrilling; little did I know this would change
the course of my life.
With a hissing sound of electricity, the dull image characteristic of low-quality recording equipment appeared on the television screen. The picture first
froze on a white cement surface, surrounded by old wood grain trim, clearly a ceiling that
had been renovated some years ago. After a few seconds, the image began to rotate, stopping behind a wall and then shaking
continuously without any sound. Suddenly, the previously silent image became loud, first with a very noisy electrical sound,
then the volume decreased and the electrical sound changed to the clanging of metal and plastic, and finally a man's voice.
"Still not working, oh dear, you really shouldn't be greedy for cheap things." It was the father's voice, clearly indicating that this was
a video recorded by the father. "Hey, it's back, stabilize the cover, Xiao Jie, get some transparent tape, it's in that bag
, every recording device's cover is broken."
"Oh, big brother, do you need to cut it?" A childish voice rang out, apparently the Xiao Jie the father had mentioned.
"Cut it, I'll stabilize it and you stick it on, along the edge."
With a slight shake of the lens, it seemed that the recording equipment of the camcorder was being repaired. I'd never heard
my parents mention Xiao Jie before, so this video was truly bizarre. Why would my parents watch such a video
during sex? And why hide it? A strange unease crept into my heart… Then the camera stopped shaking, and the hissing
sound of adhesive came through. After the adhesive was applied, the electrical and airflow noises were noticeably reduced, and the sound quality was
clearer. I could vaguely hear cars driving by downstairs and the sound of running water.
"Now turn that on, can the TV play? How's the sound?" My father's voice said. "It's clear,
and the sound is good too." It must have been Xiao Jie saying
, "Okay, everything's done."
As my father spoke, the camera began to rotate smoothly, slowly bringing everything into view. First
, there was a white wall with paintings, then a bedside table, a window, a small round table and two chairs, a hallway, a TV
cabinet, a TV on, and a large bed. It was clearly standard hotel accommodation, with the iconic white bedspread standing
out. Then the camera focused on the TV.
"Let's see the effect, not bad..." A television was projected onto the screen, and within that television,
another television and television cabinet were projected. Suddenly, I understood. The camera's output was directly connected to the hotel
's television, and what was playing was exactly what the camera had recorded. The camera then panned to the bedside, where a
male student wearing the uniform of XX14 High School appeared.
XX14 High School was the most famous high school in the province, but it wasn't located in this city. Wasn't this filmed in this city? Clearly
, this was Xiao Jie, the boy who had spoken earlier. The camera focused on Xiao Jie, who immediately became somewhat uneasy. He was short,
slightly overweight, but physically strong, with dark skin, bushy hair, not handsome, but with regular features—a typical high school
student. (Back then, cell phones and computers weren't common; the only entertainment for boys in top high schools was basketball and soccer, making them
healthier and stronger than high school students today.) But his expression was a bit strange. He looked expectant, but
seemed a little flustered and nervous in front of the camera, his legs trembling.
"You're taking a shower right away?" my dad asked.
"Yeah, I'm showering here," Xiao Jie replied.
"Don't be nervous, relax, your big brother will teach you."
"Yeah, I'll try my best."
Nervous, taking a shower, being taught? What was my dad trying to do? Was he gay?
That was the wildest thing I could think of. As I watched, I was already so disgusted that I wanted to
fast-forward. Then they kept talking about studying, college entrance rates, and things like that. Gradually, Xiao Jie relaxed
and started talking at length about his area of expertise.
Suddenly, with a "click," the camera switched to the corridor, where a door opened, and a young woman was holding a...
She was drying her hair with a towel, wearing the familiar business suit of a university professor, which accentuated her shapely figure
. That was my mother!
"Holy crap," I stammered, speechless. "It can't be..." Even an idiot
could figure out what was going on based on all the information. A VCD of my parents having sex, featuring my parents and a
strange high school student named Xiao Jie. My father was asking Xiao Jie if he had showered, telling him not to be nervous and that he would teach him.
A scene I had never imagined before flashed through my mind: my parents making love in front of this boy, or the three of
them engaging in debauchery.
This thought startled me, and a surge of unprecedented pressure shot from my lower abdomen
to my brain. In an instant, my penis became as hard as an iron pipe. This perverse pleasure overwhelmed me, making my head spin and
my whole body go numb. I quickly restrained myself from touching my penis and forced myself to calm down so
I could continue watching, determined to find out what was going on...
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