Mom's Bull Conquers Son's Wife

Part 1

Kavita now lives in Minnesota with Jake and their children. It has been many years. While looking after the plants in the garden, she was reminiscing about her past life and her transformation--from a docile Hindustani housewife to a confident "hot mom." Years of good sex from Jake, her doing yoga, and her confident sense of self--everything about Kavita is vibrant, full of life.

Inside their home, Jake enters the room.

"Morning, my love. What's got you in such a happy mood?" he asked.

Kavita turned, her face full of motherly happiness.

"Aditya called! He and Sneha are coming to visit us next month for a whole week!"

Jake was still smiling, but his eyes were shining, like those of a predator who found his new prey.

"Aditya, eh? And Sneha... the charming Desi young woman you showed me in their wedding photos? Quite the looker, if I recall."

Kavita agreed, a hint of maternal pride in her voice.

"She is very beautiful, Jake. Aditya is very happy with his wife."

Jake approached Kavita. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer. His voice became low and seductive.

"A very beautiful girl, indeed. Your rice son certainly has good taste, Kavita dear. But wouldn't it be a delightful shame if she only knew what a 'rice dick' has to offer?"

Kavita got tense, and a surprised gasp escaped from her lips. Although she felt immoral excitement run through her, she said,

"Allan! What the heck are you saying?"

She tried to sound indignant, but her voice trembled. Clearly, she was feeling a sudden surge of arousal. That's what Jake's alpha manliness does to her. She felt that this sensation was familiar, like long ago, she had discovered this forbidden excitement with Jake.

Jake chuckled. His lips kissed Kavita's neck.

"What I am implying, my dearest Kavita, is that it would be a heroic conquest. A great feat. To conquer my Kavita's beta son's wife. Just like I won you over your rice husband. Just imagine--not only did I claim the 'pencil dick' father's wife, but now, I could claim the 'rice dick' son's wifey too."

Jake paused, making eye contact with Kavita.

"Think of the erotic pleasure, Kavita. Try to feel how intoxicating the power is!"

Kavita pulled away. She turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed with deep crimson.

"Al... Allan! That's... too perverse! It's so morally wrong! Sneha is Aditya's wife, my daughter-in-law! And Aditya is my beloved son. I could never let you... let you..."

Even though Kavita protested, her eyes betrayed her. There was a curious spark in them. Kavita felt conflicted. She loved her son and wanted to protect him from Jake's evil desires. Yet, she felt undeniable arousal. She couldn't help asking softly,

"And what exactly do you mean by 'rice dick'?"

Jake grinned. He started to gently caress Kavita's hot, flushed cheek.

"Oh, my sweet Kavita! You know what I mean. Your ex-husband, Vikram Desai, and now your son, Aditya--they are... let's just say, they don't have 'alpha' energy, do they?"

Jake emphasized the word "alpha," a term Aditya himself had mentally associated with Jake's virility.

"Compared to what I have shown you, darling, they are... modest. Small. Unremarkable. Like a grain of rice compared to a mighty... well, you know what I mean."

Jake winked, then grabbed Kavita's hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants.

"And the difference in the experience. Back when we were having fun behind Vikram Desai's back--with Aditya's help, no less--didn't you always complain about how small and tiny your ex-husband was? And, you know, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Kavita felt shame. She bit her lip, and it only made her blush deeper. She looked away. The vulgar comparison, though crude and offensive, undeniably reignited the spark of forbidden desire in her. She recalled the first time she experienced the immense pleasure of Jake's "big white monster cock."

That experience had transformed her. Before Jake, she didn't know what sex with a real alpha man felt like. Jake made her feel like a woman. Once she had tasted a real man like Jake, she knew she couldn't go back to her small, brown past.

She wanted to be a slut for the man who made her feel alive, rather than limiting herself to the pure, sanskari Desi ideal housewife and mother.

Jake stepped closer, his voice low and persuasive.

"Imagine, Kavita. Imagine the triumph. The delicious, forbidden thrill you felt that night on your birthday. That day, you finally surrendered to what you truly craved--sex with a real man."

Jake's hands groped Kavita's butt.

"Even your own son, Aditya, helped us. He arranged for his loser father to be away on official tasks while his mom got ploughed by a big white cock. He knew, as much as you do now, that my sweet Kavita's pussy deserved a real man's cock. Not some small pencil dick that prematurely ejaculates!"

Jake's words became more intense.

"I rescued you from mediocre sex. You yourself let me cum over your engagement ring and mangalsutra! That was your way of breaking free from the shackles."

Jake's voice dropped even lower.

"It would be like that all over again. Your son's wife, Sneha, will give in to ultimate indulgence--her own mother-in-law liberating her from the rice dick beta male son."

He looked deep into Kavita's eyes.

"Trust me, Kavita. It will be fun, just like last time. Don't you want to liberate another Desi bored wife from a mediocre sex life?"

Jake continued, his words weaving a dangerous spell.

"Aditya was a good boy and knew his place when I conquered his mom--you, my dear Kavita. That day, in the morning before I came to your birthday party, I took your sweet little Aditya to a bikini shop. I picked out a fashionable bra and lingerie set and asked him what he thought, just to see his position in all this."

He chuckled darkly.

"Your adult son blushed and sheepishly agreed that you'd look good in them. He is so sweet, and I am grateful to Aditya for helping me conquer you."

Jake smirked.

"I'm pretty sure Aditya took great pleasure watching his own sexy, busty mom having sex with a strong alpha stud, cuckolding his loser limp-dick father. After that day, he always helped us arrange secret meetings. He knew his place, and I am sure, with proper guidance and motivation, he will submit to our desires."

Jake leaned in.

"Since Aditya enjoyed his mom cheating with a real man, there's a pretty good chance he's a potential cuckold. Don't worry, I won't break him. But for that, I will need your help, darling. Together, we will train Aditya. He will be a wonderful pet. Trust me, darling! It will be fun, just like old times when you cucked your ex-husband, Vikram Desai, the little dicklette."

Jake's words grew even more wicked.

"Once you overcome the initial guilty feelings of cuckolding your own rice dick son, the sheer pleasure of this taboo act will mesmerize you to the bones. Just imagine--taking away your sweet son's wife, making Aditya watch as his mom's white lover conquers his own wife, Sneha too!"

Jake kissed Kavita softly, then with increasing passion. His tongue slipped inside her mouth as they deeply kissed. His hands explored her curves.

"I made you happy, didn't I, Kavita?" Jake whispered.

"I gave you what your wimp, pencil-dick husband could not."

Jake started fondling Kavita's breasts.

"And now... now we can offer the same liberation, the same awakening, to your son's wife."

Jake's voice dripped with dark persuasion.

"You know what Aditya really is! He's just like his father, Vikram Desai. Won't you agree? Aditya is a good boy, and I'm sure he'll make a wonderful husband for Sneha. But do you truly think he's man enough to sexually satisfy a woman in bed? He's a short guy, just like his beta father, Vikram Desai. How big could his wiener be compared to his loser father's?"

Jake smirked, leaning even closer.

"You said yourself that Vikram Desai had a micropenis--2.85 inches after he measured with slide calipers. So, let's be generous and add an inch--make it 3.85 for Aditya. Is that what you call a dick?! Tell me truly, Kavita, can you be satisfied with a 3.85-incher now that you've tasted what a real man's dick is?"

He continued, stroking her desires further.

"A woman like you or Sneha deserves a real man to be pleasured. Just look at your phat ass, darling! It's meant to block small dick losers. From the bridal picture you showed me, Sneha looks like a healthy Desi woman, just like you. How could a little guy like Aditya possibly satisfy Sneha in bed? No chance!"

Jake's grin widened.

"Sneha will thank you later for your kind consideration to cuckold your own son. Aditya needs to know his place. There's nothing wrong or sad about it. Some are meant to be cucks, such as Vikram Desai or Aditya."

Jake's tone became gentler but just as dark.

"Unlike Vikram Desai, who couldn't accept your true slutty self and left you when you got pregnant by my sperm, Aditya knows his sexual inferiority. He just needs a little push. And he trusts you, Kavita. If you can convince him--make him understand that mommy is cucking Aditya for his own good--I'm sure Aditya will give in."

Jake's eyes twinkled with wicked delight.

"Ask yourself, before I came into your life, did you ever consider cheating on Vikram Desai or seeking out other men who could provide a bigger, girthier cock than your weak, impotent husband? If not me, you would've let another virile white man claim your Desi pussy."

Jake's words grew darker still.

"Sneha and Aditya just got married. But one day, the woman inside Sneha will awaken, just like yours did, Kavita. Would you feel comfortable knowing an unknown man is cuckolding your sweet boy, Aditya? What if that man leaves a mental scar on his life?"

Jake's tone softened, almost reassuring.

"If I'm the one to cuckold your sweet son, I'll do my best to ensure his mental health and safety--Aditya's well-being is our top priority. But other men? They won't care about his feelings. You know how much I tried to have a meaningful conversation with your small-dick ex-husband after your pregnancy. I tried my best to convince Vikram Desai to forgive you, to see the bigger picture."

Jake's voice dripped with mock sympathy.

"But Vikram Desai acted like an angry, possessive loser who sees his wife as property. He never tried to understand your side--that during your past marriage, you felt neglected and sexually frustrated."

Jake smirked again.

"If Vikram Desai were a good husband, he would've accepted your sexual relationship with me. He could've had a wonderful wife at home, just that on weekends, I would visit to have sex for a few hours. Other than that, Vikram Desai could've had his beautiful wife with him all week and been a happy husband with a satisfied wife."

Jake's grin turned devious.

"I'm telling you all this so you know I care for the cuckold's feelings too. If you decide to help me, I can assure you that Aditya will be in good hands. We want the best for him."

Jake leaned close again.

"Aditya's a little lost sheep, acting like a man in the real world. When he truly knows his place, he'll start enjoying being a submissive cuckold bottom in a D/s dynamic. It'll take away the unnecessary pressure on him to be a dominant man, which he can never be."

Jake whispered into her ear.

"As a mom, this is the best gift you can offer Aditya--to help him discover his submissive inner self, to help him embrace his cucked self, and find joy in watching a strong man satisfy his beloved wife."

Kavita moaned softly. Her earlier protests started to fade. She was getting aroused by Jake's touches, her body wanting more. She couldn't help fantasizing about all those perverse things Jake just said to her.

Jake's lips moved from Kavita's mouth to her ear.

"Think about it, my love. We would be sharing a naughty fantasy come true. A delicious, scandalous act. Just like you and I did behind Vikram Desai's back--with Aditya's help."

Jake began to lead Kavita toward their bedroom, his voice seductive.

"It would be our little game. A family affair, won't you say? You and I, educating our sweet Aditya, showing him the difference between alpha and beta. When Aditya observes how Sneha falls for a real alpha, virile man, just like his mom, he'll slowly accept his sexual hierarchy."

Jake's words dripped with dark excitement.

"And I would love to show Sneha what a real man's cock feels like, just like I showed you. And it's not like the first time I've had sex with another woman after marrying you. I know how much you love it when I bang married women at lifestyle clubs."

Jake's grin grew wider.

"Sneha, being your own daughter-in-law, will only add fuel to your desire's passionate fire. You'll love the power trip--the power you will have over your son and daughter-in-law."

Jake pushed open the bedroom door and turned on the soft neon light.

"And, my love, you'll be there, knowing every intimate detail. Knowing that I'm giving Sneha a good fuck like she's never had before, just like your first time."

He chuckled darkly.

"Knowing that I'm filling up your son's wife's pussy with my potent cum, just like I filled yours. Back then, Aditya knew I would be fucking his mom's sweet pussy, cucking his loser dad."

Jake's grin turned wicked.

"Now it's his turn to acknowledge his true nature. We'll be making a true cuckold out of your boy, Kavita. Just like we made one out of his father."

Jake's voice grew softer, almost tender.

"But alas! We weren't careful enough with Vikram Desai, and he left you alone, just because you wanted to have a meaningful sex life. Don't worry--we'll make sure Aditya doesn't turn out like his jealous, possessive loser dad. Together, we'll train Aditya and help him realize his potential to be a good submissive cuckold husband."

By this point, Kavita was completely under Jake's spell. Her own desire mirrored his. Her earlier moral objections had vanished, replaced by lust and the intoxicating prospect of this new, forbidden thrill--cucking her own sweet Aditya.

Kavita allowed Jake to guide her onto the bed, her eyes fixed on his. There was a wicked smile on her lips. Jake promised a new form of debauchery that would deepen their scandalous bond.