The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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 cool, metallic air of the gym does nothing to calm the fire in my veins. Karen’s taste is still a phantom on my lips, the scent of her arousal and my release a secret flag we’ve planted in this sterile place. I watch her disappear around the corner, a smirk playing on her perfectly glossed lips, and my cock gives a tired, yet interested, throb.
My phone buzzes. Carlos.
Enough fun for now. You two need to leave. Separate exits.
The command is absolute, a bucket of cold water on the simmering coals of my post-orgasm haze. I don’t question it. I just type back, Okay.
I take a different route, circling around the free weight section, my body humming with a dangerous mix of adrenaline and sated lust. I see him before he sees me.
Carlos.
He’s leaning against a weight bench, his gym bag at his feet. He’s not working out. He’s ... working. Dressed in tight black workout shorts that leave little to the imagination and a form-fitting grey tank top, he’s a masterpiece of coiled power. The thin fabric strains over his broad chest and thick arms, a forest of dark hair curling over the neckline and down his formidable biceps. He’s pulling on a pair of black training gloves, the motion slow and deliberate, each finger tugged into place with a quiet intensity.
He’s not looking at me. His dark, focused gaze is fixed across the room.
I follow his line of sight.
Edward.
My father is now on the lat pulldown machine, his back a wide, sculpted V of muscle. Sweat glistens in the dense hair covering his shoulders and back. He’s completely absorbed, a man in his element, a king in his castle of iron and discipline. He is, undeniably, a fine specimen. Powerful. Focused. Unaware.
Carlos’s lips curve into a small, private smile. It’s not a friendly smile. It’s the look of a predator assessing prime territory. A look of pure, unadulterated calculation. I see it then, the honest assessment in his eyes. He’s not just seeing a target; he’s seeing a rival. A man who, in another life, could have been his equal. The realization sends a strange jolt through me—a mix of pride for my father’s physique and a dark thrill at the thought of Carlos wanting to conquer it.
He finally glances down, his eyes meeting mine. There’s no surprise there. He knew I was watching. He probably felt it. His smirk widens, a flash of white in his dark goatee. He tilts his head almost imperceptibly toward the exit, a silent repetition of his order. Go.
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