Erotic stories from home: Can I have some hush money, friend?
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Erotic stories from home: Can I have some hush money, friend?
I come from a well-off family. My father owns land by the sea in my hometown and has invested in a resort, which is doing well. I came to study in Bangkok and live with my aunt and uncle. During long holidays, I go back home to help my father with his work, or sometimes when my parents come to Bangkok, we stay at my uncle's house. At school, I have a friend named Manop. He comes from a very wealthy family, is quiet, seems weak, and doesn't talk much. He's a year younger than me, but we're closer than anyone else, I don't know why. If any of his friends bully him, I usually step in to help. His mother often picks him up and drops him off at tutoring; I know her and call her Auntie Bang-orn. She's pretty, with fair skin, and doesn't look old even though Manop is only 15-16, a little younger than me. I'm quite close to Auntie Bang-orn; she even invited me to stay at her house, but I haven't had the chance yet.
The incident happened during a long holiday when I went back home to work at my father's villa. That night, I saw a luxury car pull up, like Manop's mother's. I followed it to the reception and saw only Manop and his mother. They didn't see me; they didn't know my father owned the place. I was going to greet them as a friend, but they hurried away. I checked with the staff, and they said all the rooms were full, but there was a small bungalow inside. The bungalow was very basic, with just a bedroom, bathroom, and balcony—not luxurious at all—but they agreed. The staff arranged it for me, so I followed to check if anything was missing or needed help, because this bungalow was small, single-story, and rarely used; it was kept as a reserve for occasional stays. I saw a mother and son go straight to their room without looking back, closing the door quietly—it seemed strange; they should have gone sightseeing first. I thought about knocking, but then I hesitated and turned to leave. Just then, the light from inside the room turned on. This bungalow was low to the ground, so I walked over to look. The glass window was closed, the air conditioning was on, but the curtains weren't completely drawn. I saw Aunt Bang-orn, Manop's mother, arranging her bags at the bedside table. Manop walked in at that moment and stood to his mother's left. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but suddenly Manop's right hand put around Aunt Bang-orn's waist and moved lower, stroking her hip. Not only that, his hand went lower to the back of her skirt, pulled it up, and slipped inside, stroking Aunt Bang-orn's buttocks. Even worse, his left hand went inside her skirt from the front, doing something I didn't understand, but a moment later, both hands pulled down Aunt Bang-orn's underwear all the way to her feet. Her lack of resistance and lack of resistance completely puzzled me. Not only that, Aunt Bang-orn turned to face him. She stood smiling, leaning against the table, while Manop stood beside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he leaned in for a passionate kiss. Manop then pulled up her skirt and reached inside, grabbing and squeezing her genitals between her legs with wild abandon. I was stunned and confused; what were mother and son doing? It was intriguing, so I secretly took out my phone and filmed it. Soon after, Aunt Bang-orn removed her arms from Manop's neck and hastily unbuckled his belt. Manop quickly took off his own pants and pulled down; I saw his pale buttocks. Aunt Bang-orn turned her back, bent over, spread her legs, and held onto the table with her hands, allowing Manop to pull her skirt up to her waist. I saw Aunt Bang-orn's white buttocks for the first time, something I'd always dreamed of seeing, and she wasn't wearing underwear. Manop positioned himself behind her, slightly bending down, his hand presumably grasping his penis, which I couldn't see because he had his back to me. Then he straightened up, forcefully thrusting himself into Aunt Bang-orn, his buttocks clenching. He began moving his hips, thrusting in and out, his hands gripping her waist and hips. I was shocked, thinking he was having sex with my mother from behind. My face went numb, my hands trembled, my mouth was dry, my heart pounded with excitement at what I was seeing. Aunt Bang-orn moaned, "Eee...uh...oh..." Her body trembled and moved with the force of Manop's thrusts. He wrapped his hands around her breasts, squeezing and kneading them while she was still wearing her shirt. Aunt Bang-orn didn't stop or resist, only moaning and shaking her head. After a while, Manop lifted Aunt Bang-orn's right leg with his right hand, his left hand slapping her buttocks. He crouched down slightly to thrust more easily and with greater force. I stood watching for a while, my penis becoming erect. Manop continued thrusting, pressing his body tightly against Aunt Bang-orn, her buttocks clenching, her head shaking so much it almost hit the table, then they both stopped. Manop slumped down, hugging his mother tightly from behind. They were both visibly exhausted from having sex. It had been like this the whole time. Manop pulled back, turning towards the window. I saw his penis was wet and shriveled, with almost no pubic hair. Aunt Bang-orn stood facing him, her skirt falling over. She took off her shirt, which had its buttons undone, and told Manop, "Go take a shower first, I'll follow you later so we can have sex again." Manop turned to grab a towel near the window. I quickly lowered my head to hide my face. I saw the curtains weren't completely closed, so I closed them. He didn't see me, so I hid back home and took care of myself.
The next morning, Manop and his mother came out and saw me. Manop was surprised and asked, "Oh! Brother Jong (my name is Banjong, Manop always calls me brother), how did you get here?" I said, "My father owns this place." Aunt Bang-orn looked happy and said, "That's great, I didn't know that." I ordered food and we talked, but my heart felt heavy because of the images from last night. Manop said, "We sent Dad off to go abroad last night. We have two days off, so Mom came to find a place for us to stay and travel." After eating, the mother and son went their separate ways. Later in the morning, Manop came back to talk and borrowed my phone to call a friend. He happened to stumble upon the picture last night and his face fell. I asked, "What's going on, Nop?" He froze, looking down and stammering, "My dad's a womanizer. He doesn't do his 'homework' with my mom, and she still has needs... uh..." I interrupted, "So I asked you to help me. How long has it been?" He nodded, "About a year." I asked, "Does your dad know?" He looked terrified and said, "He absolutely cannot know." I asked again, "And who else knows?" He shook his head, "Only you. Don't tell anyone." A wicked idea immediately popped into my head. "Okay, but you have to pay me to keep quiet." He looked at me, "What do you want?" I smiled and said, "Nothing much. Just a little something with your mom, that wouldn't hurt, would it?" He looked flustered and couldn't speak. I said, "Since Aunt Orn still has the drive to be with you, what about me? Think about it." He thought for a moment and said, "I have to ask my mom first." “Okay, you still have two more days, right?” He looked hesitant, didn't say anything, and walked away.
That afternoon, I met Aunt Bang-orn. She looked at me shyly, not greeting me. I could guess that Manop must have told her. That night, Manop secretly told me, “My mother has agreed to what Jong wants.” I smiled, quickly looked for an opportunity, left work, and crept to Manop's bungalow. Manop opened the door. Aunt Bang-orn sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me with wide eyes.