The Homeowner’s Son: Open House
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 4: Tuesday Evening – The Bedroom Window
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Tuesday Evening – The Bedroom Window - 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.
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The spent men shuffled back outside one by one, breathing hard, cocks softening and still glistening as they pulled their pants back on. The living room reeked of sweat, cum, and the heavy musk of eight dirty, hard-working bodies. The sectional couch was ruined---soaked through and caked in filth.
Jack lay there for a moment, naked and leaking, cum dripping from his chin and running in thick rivers down his thighs. Then he sat up slowly, still wearing that soft, sweet, innocent smile.
As Marco and Derek headed for the sliding glass door, Jack’s quiet voice stopped them.
“ ... The window in my bedroom is stuck,” he said softly. “Could you two maybe look at it while you’re here?”
Marco and Derek exchanged a quick glance. Both men were still flushed and sweaty, their cocks still half-hard in their work pants. Without a word they followed the naked, cum-covered boy down the hallway to his bedroom.
Once inside, they talked first.
Marco sat on the edge of Jack’s bed, his broad, hairy chest still rising and falling. “So ... you do this a lot, Jack?”
Jack shook his head shyly, still glistening with drying cum from the entire crew. “No ... this is new. But I really liked it.”
Derek, still carrying a trace of guilt on his face, asked, “You got a boyfriend or something?”
Jack smiled softly, big blue puppy-dog eyes warm and sincere. “No. I just ... like strong men.”
Derek’s son was Jack’s age. He didn’t say it outright, but the way he looked at Jack made it clear---this wasn’t the first time he’d been with someone like him. “Got a boy about your age,” Derek muttered. “He’s ... a lot like you.”
They started again, slower this time. Just the three of them.
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