The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Attend curiosity leads to adult websites which causes a moral dilemma for himself an online friend turns into more sexual boundaries are pushed the under limits. A journey into knowing oneself.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt Drunk/Drugged Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Father DomSub Humiliation Rough Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Hairy Revenge Violence AI Generated
The musky scent of our shared sweat and sex is a thick, permanent cloud in the room, a testament to what we’ve just done. What he just made us do. Carlos’s weight shifts off me, and the sudden cool air on my sweat-slicked back is a shock. I’m still buried deep inside Karen, my softening cock cradled by her warm, clenching heat. Her legs are still locked around my waist, holding me in place.
Carlos’s hand slides from my ass, his touch leaving a phantom brand. He props himself up on an elbow, his dark eyes scanning our joined bodies with a look of pure, unadulterated possession.
“See?” he says to Karen, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. “Told you he was a natural.”
Karen’s eyes flutter open. The blissed-out smile on her face is one I’ve never seen before—a mixture of sated pleasure and dark, thrilling complicity. Her fingers trace lazy circles on my back. “He’s ... incredible,” she breathes, and the pride in her voice makes my heart stutter.
Carlos’s smirk widens. He leans over and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to my shoulder blade. His lips are soft, a stark contrast to the rough command in his voice. “He is. And he’s just getting warmed up.” His hand returns to my hip, his grip firm. “Aren’t you, baby?”
The question isn’t really a question. It’s a command disguised as one. I can feel myself responding to it already, a low thrum of renewed energy humming through my veins, my cock beginning to stir again within Karen’s warmth. She feels it too. A soft, surprised gasp escapes her lips, and her inner muscles give a gentle, involuntary squeeze.
“Oh,” she murmurs, her eyes widening. “You can’t possibly...”
“He can,” Carlos states, his voice absolute. He shifts on the bed, moving behind me again. His hands smooth over the curve of my ass, kneading the muscles. “And he will. Because I haven’t come yet.” His voice drops to a hot, intimate whisper against my ear. “And I want to feel you while you’re inside her.”
My breath hitches. The implication sends a jolt of pure, electric arousal straight to my core. Karen’s eyes meet mine, and I see the same shock there, but it’s quickly swallowed by a wave of raw, hungry curiosity.
Carlos doesn’t wait for a reply. I hear the familiar, decisive click of the lubricant bottle. The sound is both promise and threat. Karen’s grip on me tightens, her nails digging half-moons into my skin.
“Just relax, baby,” Carlos murmurs, his tone deceptively soft. His slick, cool fingers find my tender entrance, pressing against the sensitive, well-used ring of muscle. He circles it slowly, coating me. “Just like before. Breathe for me.”
I bury my face in the crook of Karen’s neck, inhaling her familiar scent now permanently mingled with Carlos’s and mine. I exhale a shuddering breath as I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock press against me. It’s a different kind of pressure this time—I’m still full of her, and now he’s demanding his own space.
“Carlos,” I whimper, the word muffled against Karen’s skin.
“I know, baby,” he coos, his voice strained with his own effort to go slow. “I know. It’s a lot. You’re taking us both so well.” He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, and his mouth finds my ear. “Now push back. Push back on me while you’re deep in her. Fill her up while I fill you up.”
The command is utterly filthy, a psychological twist that unlocks something primal deep within me. I obey. I press my hips back, meeting his forward thrust.
The sensation is overwhelming, a devastating fullness that stretches me to my absolute limit in both directions. I am the connection, the conduit between their pleasures. I feel Karen’s surprised gasp as my movement pushes me even deeper into her, and I feel Carlos’s guttural groan as he sheathes himself completely inside me.
We are a chain. Carlos is in me. Me in her.
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