The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
This is peace. This is paradise. The world outside this glass enclosure doesn’t exist.
A sharp, insistent buzzing cuts through the steam. It’s my phone, lying on the bathroom counter. The screen lights up, casting a blue glow against the foggy mirror.
Ignore it, I think, burrowing deeper into Edward’s embrace.
But it buzzes again. And again. Someone is calling repeatedly.
Edward goes still behind me, his hands pausing on my hips. “Who is that?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against my back.
“Doesn’t matter,” I breathe, turning my head to capture his lips in a lazy, water-slick kiss.
He kisses me back, deep and possessive, but his focus is fractured. The phone starts up again, a relentless, angry vibration. He breaks the kiss with a soft growl of frustration. “That’s too persistent. It might be the hospital. Or the alarm company.” He reaches out, his arm stretching past the shower curtain, and his hand fumbles for a moment before returning with the dripping device.
He looks at the screen. This is peace. This is paradise. The world outside this glass enclosure doesn’t exist.
A sharp, insistent buzzing cuts through the steam. It’s my phone, lying on the bathroom counter. The screen lights up, casting a blue glow against the foggy mirror.
Ignore it, I think, burrowing deeper into Edward’s embrace.
But it buzzes again. And again. Someone is calling repeatedly.
Edward goes still behind me, his hands pausing on my hips. “Who is that?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against my back.
“Doesn’t matter,” I breathe, turning my head to capture his lips in a lazy, water-slick kiss.
He kisses me back, deep and possessive, but his focus is fractured. The phone starts up again, a relentless, angry vibration. He breaks the kiss with a soft growl of frustration. “That’s too persistent. It might be the hospital. Or the alarm company.” He reaches out, his arm stretching past the shower curtain, and his hand fumbles for a moment before returning with the dripping device.
He looks at the screen, and his entire body tenses. The relaxed, sated man of a moment ago is gone, replaced by someone rigid, alert. The predator is back.
“It’s him,” Edward says, his voice flat and cold.
The screen reads Carlos.
My stomach plummets. The peace shatters, replaced by a cold dread. Edward’s thumb hovers over the answer button. His dark eyes meet mine in the steamed glass of the shower door, a question in them. A challenge.
Do we face this?
I give a tiny, frantic shake of my head. No. Please, no.
He ignores me. His expression hardens into one of grim determination. He accepts the call and puts it on speaker, his voice a deadly calm wave that dominates the small, steamy space.
“Ramirez.”
“Well, well. I was starting to think you’d gone ghost on me, kid.” Carlos’s voice is slick and amused, but there’s a sharp edge beneath it. The cop edged. “Been a busy morning?”
Edward’s arm snakes around my waist, pulling me tight against him, my back to his front. It’s not a tender gesture now; it’s a claim. A show of force. I can feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against the small of my back, a stark contrast to the icy tone of his voice.
“The boy is occupied,” Edward states, his voice leaving no room for argument.
There’s a beat of stunned silence on the other end of the line. I can picture Carlos’s confident smirk melting away, replaced by calculating fury. “Edward.” The name is a curse. “I should have known. Let me talk to Adam. Now.”
“He has nothing to say to you.” Edward’s hand slides down from my waist, his fingers splaying possessively across my lower abdomen, holding me in place.
“I decide that,” Carlos snaps, his voice losing its silky quality. “Put him on the fucking phone. Or do I need to remind you who you’re talking to? I know what you two have been up to. I know everything. One phone call from me, and your pristine life is ash.”
A tremor runs through me. Edward feels it, and his grip tightens, a silent command to be still. To be strong.
“You know nothing,” Edward says, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register I’ve never heard before. It’s terrifying and exhilarating. “You are a stranger. A thrill he sought out of neglect. That time is over.”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks, his words for both me and the man on the phone. “He is mine. His mind. His body.” His hand slips lower, his fingers trailing through the wet hair at the base of my cock, making me jolt. “His pleasure. You are a footnote. A mistake he’s already forgotten.”
“You arrogant son of a bitch,” Carlos snarls, the sound crackling through the speaker. “You think you can just steal what’s mine? I made him. I woke him up. He’s addicted to what I give him.”
“Is that what you tell yourself?” Edward’s chuckle is dark, devoid of humor. His fingers trail lower, circling my entrance with a shocking, deliberate pressure. I gasp, my hands flying back to grip his thighs for support. “He doesn’t need your cheap thrills. He has a home now. He has me.”
His finger presses inward, just a little, a promise and a threat. The sensation, combined with the terrifying phone call, is overwhelming. I’m painfully hard again, my cock straining against the nothingness, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“I hear that,” Carlos says, his voice dripping with venomous triumph. “I hear what you’re doing to him. You’re just proving my point. He’s a creature of sensation. And I’m the one who taught him how to feel. You’re just ... benefiting from my work.”
“Enough.” The word is “whip-crack.” Edward’s finger pushes deeper inside me, and a broken moan is torn from my lips. “You will delete his number. You will forget you ever knew his name. You will stay the hell away from my son.”
“Or what, Doctor?” Carlos sneers. “You’ll what? You’re not a tough guy. You’re a rich man with a comfortable life. I live in the real world. I am the law you hide behind.”
Edward’s body is a coiled spring of tension against mine. His voice drops to a whisper, but it carries more power than any shout. “The law doesn’t scare me. You don’t scare me. And if you ever come near him again, if you so much as think his name, you will learn exactly what a protective father is capable of. Your badge won’t protect you from me.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply. He pulls his finger from my body, a sudden emptiness that makes me whimper, and ends the call. He tosses the phone onto the bathmat with a wet thud.
The shower is silent again, save for the drumming water and the ragged sound of our breathing. The confrontation hangs in the air, a storm that has just barely been contained.
Edward turns me in his arms, his hands cupping my face. His eyes are blazing with a possessive fire, but beneath it, I see it. Fear. For me.
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