The Homeowner’s Son: Open House
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 14: Tuesday Night – Caught in the Act
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14: Tuesday Night – Caught in the Act - Nineteen-year-old Jack thought the construction workers renovating his father’s house were just there to do a job. He was wrong. What starts as lingering stares and crude comments quickly escalates into something much filthier — sweaty, raw, and addictive. Behind closed doors, Jack finds himself pulled deeper into the crew’s world… and into his own family’s darkest desires. A story of blue-collar lust, gangbangs, breeding, and forbidden craving.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Incest Son Brother Father Uncle Nephew Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex
Michael Thompson stood frozen in the doorway of his own home, suitcase still in hand.
The smell hit him first---thick, pungent, unmistakable. The entire house reeked of sex: stale cum, sweat, piss, and raw male musk. His eyes moved slowly across the wreckage: the ruined sectional couch with dark stains soaked deep into the fabric, cum puddles on the floor, discarded work clothes and empty beer bottles scattered everywhere.
And in the middle of it all lay his youngest son.
Jack was on his back on the living room rug, completely naked. His buzzed blond hair was matted with dried cum. Thick white ropes of semen covered his smooth chest, his stomach, his pretty face, and even his long eyelashes. Most devastating of all was the slow, steady river of cum pouring from his gaping, swollen, ruined hole---thick globs of it bubbling out and pooling on the carpet beneath him.
Michael’s voice came out hoarse. “Jack ... what the fuck happened here?”
Jack blinked up at his father with those big, exhausted blue puppy-dog eyes. His voice was soft, almost apologetic. “Hi Dad ... You’re home early.”
Michael dropped his suitcase. “Answer me.”
Jack shifted slightly, wincing. More cum leaked out of him. “The construction crew ... they’ve been using me. A lot.”
Michael stared, face pale. “Using you? All of them?”
Jack nodded gently. “Yes. Twenty-five today. They just left.”
The silence stretched. Michael’s hands trembled at his sides.
“I thought you were a good boy,” he finally whispered, voice cracking. “I thought you were sweet. Innocent. Like your brother---serving in the Marines, making us proud. And here you are ... lying in a puddle of strangers’ cum like a cheap whore.”
Jack’s eyes glistened, but he didn’t look away. “I’m sorry, Dad. I tried to be good ... but it felt so good when they used me.”
Michael took a shaky step closer. His eyes kept drifting down to his son’s wrecked hole, the thick cum still slowly oozing out. Something dark and long-repressed stirred inside him.
“You let all those men fuck you raw?” he asked, voice low.
“Yes,” Jack whispered. “They came inside me over and over. I can still feel it sloshing around.”
Michael’s breathing grew heavier. He knelt down beside his son, unable to stop himself. His hand reached out and gently touched Jack’s swollen hole. Cum coated his fingers instantly.
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