The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 29
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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 scent of his mother’s arousal, musky and sweet, still clung to Adam’s face as he ascended the stairs. His body felt hollowed out and heavy, a strange cocktail of exhaustion and a restless, humming energy. Purging her, as his father had called it, had left a void, and that void now thrummed with a single, magnetic pull.
A story concept ... The scent of his mother’s arousal, musky and sweet, still clung to Adam’s face as he ascended the stairs. His body felt hollowed out and heavy, a strange cocktail of exhaustion and a restless, humming energy. Purging her, as his father had called it, had left a void, and that void now thrummed with a single, magnetic pull.
A story concept ... Carlos Ramirez
Carlos. What if they kept him? What if they made him their pet or, more, what if it was a story concept?
The door to the guest room was ajar. Adam pushed it open without knocking. Carlos lay on the narrow bed, a silhouette in the moonlight filtering through the blinds. One eye was a swollen, purple mess, but the other was open, watching him, gleaming with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, leaving his chest bare, a landscape of bruises and fading marks.
Edward was already there, standing by the window, his back to the room. The tension radiating from his broad shoulders was a physical force. He didn’t turn.
“You didn’t throw her out,” Edward stated, his voice low and flat.
“I did,” Adam countered, his own voice surprisingly steady. He walked toward the bed, his eyes never leaving Carlos. “I gave her what she wanted. A memory. And then she left.”
Finally, Edward turned. His gaze was not on Adam, but on Carlos. It was a look of pure, unadulterated possession, dark and hungry. “And him? What do we do with this?”
Carlos flinched at the word ‘this,’ a fresh tear escaping his good eye and tracing a path through the bruises on his cheek. He looked so broken. So vulnerable. The powerful cop who had dominated and humiliated them was gone, replaced by this raw, yielding man who had given them everything.
Adam sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He reached out, his fingers gentle as they brushed the tears from Carlos’s cheek. Carlos leaned into the touch, a soft, broken sigh escaping his lips.
“We keep him,” Adam said, the words definitive. He looked from Carlos’s desperate face up to his father’s conflicted one. “He’s ours. You said it yourself downstairs. He belongs to us now.”
Edward’s jaw tightened. The internal war was visible on his face—the rage, the betrayal, warring with the dark, thrilling possession that had been ignited in that cold room. His eyes dropped to where Adam’s fingers caressed Carlos’s skin.
“Look at him, Dad,” Adam murmured, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate tone. “He’s never belonged to anyone. Not really. He’s been playing a part his whole life. The tough cop. The dominant lover. But this ... this is who he really is. This is what he needs.”
To emphasize his point, Adam’s hand slid down Carlos’s chest, over the taut muscle of his stomach, and slipped beneath the blanket. Carlos’s breath hitched, a sharp, audible gasp in the quiet room. Adam’s fingers found what they were seeking. Carlos was already hard, his cock twitching eagerly at the first touch.
Edward took a step closer, his predator’s eyes glued to the movement under the blanket. “He needs to be put in his place.”
“He is in his place,” Adam breathed, his fingers beginning a slow, deliberate stroking motion. Carlos’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, a low moan bubbling in his throat. “He’s on his back. In our house. In our bed. He’s ours to use.”
Adam’s other hand gripped the blanket and pulled it down, exposing Carlos completely. The man shuddered, not from cold, but from the sheer exposure. His arousal was laid bare for both of them, thick and desperate.
“Come here,” Adam said, his command aimed at Edward.
For a heartbeat, Edward hesitated. Then, the possessive thrill won. He moved to the other side of the bed, his weight making the old springs groan. He looked down at Carlos, his expression unreadable.
“Open your mouth,” Edward commanded, his voice gravelly with his own building desire.
Carlos obeyed instantly, his lips parting. His good eye was wide, fixed on Edward’s face, waiting for whatever was to come.
Edward didn’t make him wait. He freed his own thick cock from his sweatpants, already fully erect. He guided himself to Carlos’s lips, the head nudging against them. “You remember how to do this. You were so eager before.”
A fresh tear slid from Carlos’s eye, but he didn’t close his mouth. He opened wider, his tongue coming out to tentatively lick the tip. The taste, the submission, seemed to dissolve the last of Edward’s resistance. With a low groan, he pushed forward, filling Carlos’s mouth.
Adam watched, his own blood heating at the depraved sight. His father, fucking the mouth of the man who had tried to destroy them. It was the ultimate power exchange. He increased the pace of his hand on Carlos’s cock, his strokes becoming firmer and more demanding.
Carlos was moaning around Edward’s length, the vibrations traveling up Edward’s shaft and drawing a guttural sound from his chest. His hands came up, not to push away, but to grasp at the sheets, his knuckles turning white. He was surrendering completely, letting them use his body for their pleasure and his own catharsis.
“That’s it,” Adam whispered, leaning down so his lips were near Carlos’s ear. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin. “Take him. Take all of him. You’re ours to use. Our pretty little toy.”
The filthy words, combined with the dual sensations, pushed Carlos to the edge. His body began to tremble, his back arching off the bed. Adam felt the telltale tighten of his balls, the pulsing throb under his palm.
“He’s going to come,” Adam announced, a note of triumph in his voice.
Edward’s rhythm in Carlos’s mouth became rougher, more frantic. “Let him,” he grunted. “Let him come just from this. From being used.”
The permission was all it took. With a choked, muffled cry around Edward’s cock, Carlos shattered. His orgasm ripped through him, a dry, wrenching thing that left his body seizing, his seed spilling over Adam’s fist in hot, helpless pulses. The convulsions of his throat massaged Edward’s length, milking him, pushing him over his own precipice.
Edward’s hips stuttered, and he drove himself deep into Carlos’s mouth with a final, powerful thrust, his own release flooding Carlos’s throat. He held himself there, groaning as he spent himself, a look of awestruck, brutal satisfaction on his face.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Edward slowly pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. Carlos lay between them, panting, spent, his eyes closed, a look of shattered peace on his battered face.
Adam slowly released Carlos’s softening length, his own hand sticky. He looked at his father over Carlos’s heaving chest. Edward’s gaze was no longer furious or conflicted. It was dark, hungry, and utterly focused.