The Son Seduction Trap
Copyright© 2025 by Chris X
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 phone’s vibration is a frantic, buzzing heartbeat on the nightstand. Karen’s hand is still on me, her thumb making slow, slick circles that threaten to unravel my last thread of control. Her eyes are locked on mine, gleaming with a dark, shared knowledge.
“Answer it,” she whispers again, her voice a husky command. “Put it on speaker.”
My hand is unsteady as I reach for the phone. Carlos’s name glows on the screen, a beacon in the dim room. I swipe to answer and tap the speaker icon.
“Yeah?” “I say,” my voice rough with desire.
“Enjoying your morning, kid?” Carlos’s voice fills the room, smooth as dark velvet and just as commanding. The sound of it, so intimately connected to the scent still lingering on my skin, makes Karen’s breath hitch. Her fingers tighten around my cock.
I can’t form words. I just grunt, a strained, affirmative sound.
He chuckles, a low, knowing rumble. “I can hear she’s keeping you busy. Good. But listen up. The fun and games are just the warm-up. It’s time to focus.”
Karen’s other hand slides up my thigh, her nails digging in slightly. She’s hanging on his every word, her body thrumming with a new kind of tension.
“Your dad,” Carlos continues, his tone shifting, losing its playful edge and becoming hard and tactical. “He’s the variable. The loose end. He’s been a problem before, showing up unannounced. He could become a much bigger one.”
The mention of my father, of the outside world, is a bucket of cold water, but Karen’s relentless hand on my dick turns it to steam. She leans forward, her lips brushing my ear. “He’s right,” she murmurs, so only I can hear. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the sweat on my neck.
“I want you to start paying attention,” Carlos dictates. “Notice his routines. When he leaves, when he comes home. What puts him in a good mood? What pisses him off. We need to understand him. We need to own him.”
The words ‘own him’ seem to ignite something in Karen. She shifts, pushing me back onto the mattress. She rises above me, kneeling, positioning her soaked, glistening core directly over my throbbing erection. She hovers there, a fraction of an inch from connection, making us both ache with the need for it.
“Do you understand, Adam?” Carlos’s voice is a whip crack.
“Yes,” I gasp out, my hips straining upward, trying to close the impossible distance she’s maintaining.
Karen smiles, a wicked, powerful thing. She lowers herself slowly, oh so slowly, the swollen head of my cock just beginning to part her slick folds. A soft, guttural moan escapes her.
“What was that?” Carlos asks, his interest palpable.
“She’s ... agreeing,” I manage to choke out.
Karen sinks down another inch, taking me inside an impossible, blissful heat. Her inner walls clench around me, a velvet fist of pure sensation. Her head falls back, a silent scream on her lips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Carlos growls through the phone, and I can hear the sound of his own arousal in his voice. He’s there with us, a phantom in the room, directing the scene. “Let her ride you. But you keep talking to me. You tell me what you see.”
Karen begins to move, a slow, undulating roll of her hips that steals the breath from my lungs. Her hands are on my chest, her nails scraping my skin. Her eyes are closed, lost in the feel of me inside her.
“She’s on top,” I pant into the phone, my hands gripping her hips, urging her to go faster. “She’s so wet ... so hot inside...”
“Is she looking at you?”
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