The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 sound I make isn’t human. It’s a raw, guttural groan torn from a place so deep inside me I didn’t know it existed. Her mouth is a hot, wet heaven, and the sight of my mother’s lips stretched around my cock is the most beautifully profane thing I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes are locked on mine, wide and pleading, searching for his approval through me. I can feel the faint tremor in her jaw as she adjusts, taking me deeper. My fingers tighten in her soft hair, not forcing, just holding. Guiding.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice a rough imitation of Carlos’s commanding rasp. “Just like that. You take it so well.”
A muffled whimper vibrates around my shaft, shooting a bolt of pure lightning up my spine. Her tongue flattens, then presses up against the sensitive underside, and her head begins to bob in a slow, tentative rhythm. Her hands come up to rest on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin just enough to leave faint, possessive marks.
Every slide of her lips is a revelation. The wet heat, the suction, the way her eyes water as she pushes herself to take more of me. She’s not just doing this. She’s consuming it. Devouring the experience, and by extension, devouring the scent of the man that catalyzed it.
I let my head fall back against the pillow, a choked curse escaping my lips. My hips give a tiny, involuntary thrust upward, and she gags slightly, pulling back with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects her swollen lips to the glistening head of my cock.
“I’m sorry,” I pant, but she’s already shaking her head, her gaze fierce.
“Don’t be,” she breathes, her voice hoarse. She swipes the back of her hand across her mouth. “Do it again. I want to feel you lose control.”
The permission, the raw want in her words, obliterates the last of my hesitation. I fist my hand in her hair again, this time with more purpose. I guide her back down, and this time I don’t hold my hips still. I meet her descent with a shallow thrust. She moans, the sound vibrating through my entire body, and her throat opens, accepting me.
The rhythm becomes a frantic, messy duet. Her head bobbing, my hips pistoning up to meet her. The sounds are obscenely wet, punctuated by my ragged breaths and her choked, eager gasps for air. I look down and see her, on her knees between my legs, her peach robe hanging off her shoulders, her magnificent breasts swaying with every movement. A drop of sweat traces a path between them, and I want to lick it off.
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