Dad Son Sex Secrets 4-Pack Bundle

It’s natural for a young twink to fall for his older, muscular, masculine father, but few follow through on these forbidden lusts. For the young men that do, their sexual adventures open them to new worlds of intense pleasure and taboo sex. This 4-Pack of father/son incest stories will satiate your fantasies, as these young men get to know their fathers in ways that they never dreamed possible.

This taboo bundle includes:
SPANKING MY NAUGHTY BOY: Mark’s adult son, Brendan, is acting up and getting into drugs. He pulls out the only discipline he can think of — a good, hard spanking. But that punishment forces out a sexy confession.
DAD TOOK MY VIRGINITY: Darren finally works up the courage to explore his gay side and enter the bathhouse. Unfortunately, the first person he encounters there is his father, but it soon leads to unexpected ecstasy.
SEDUCING MY SON: David is trying to suppress a crush he’s developing on his son — but after a night of drinking, he gives in to his forbidden lusts and seduces his son… and his son’s boyfriend.
SEDUCING MY DADDIES: Ryan is spending a week with his dad and his dad’s new husband, Devin. Taboo lusts and some late night urges lead Ryan to crawl into bed with his two dads… naked.

18,800-word bundle

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I slapped him two more times, one on each cheek. His ass rippled with the impact, blushed pink from the strike. He shouted in pain — now it was hurting. Now, he was feeling his punishment. But I really wanted to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. I struck his ass again and again, alternating from cheek to cheek. The slaps of my hand on his ass ricocheted through the room, the silences between smacks were filled with his whimpers. His ass glowed red from the spanking.

Brendan’s yelps of pains had softened. I paused in his punishment and listened as he sniffled. He was crying.

Fuck. What was I doing? I’d never laid a hand on Brendan before — never even spanked him when he was a kid. What the hell had gotten into me?

It was us, I knew — the dynamics of our father-son relationship had changed. I didn’t even fully know how or why or what the new dynamics were. But something had changed. And it wasn’t just the death of Marie — our relationship had changed in the year leading up to Marie’s death, even before we knew she was sick. The pain of losing Marie, of Brendan losing his mom, seemed to have heightened whatever it was that was complicating us.

I gently laid my hand on Brendan’s ass. He flinched with the touch, even though it was soft. “Shh…” I said. I massaged his ass, smoothing my hand over the tender skin, wishing I could heal the hurt I’d caused. His ass radiated heat from the spanking, warming my palm. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry, Brendan. I’m sorry for everything — for doing this, for your mom passing away, for the gulf that’s grown between us … everything.”

“Dad?” Brendan said, his voice sounding frail.


“Can you let me up?”

I didn’t even realize I was still holding him down with my left arm. I lifted it off him and then helped him into a sitting position next to me — I saw him wince as his ass touched down on the leather couch. And then I saw something I didn’t know if I ever wanted to see — something I certainly never expected to see.

Brendan had an erection. His cock was rock-hard and standing straight up. I felt an odd surge of pride, knowing my son was so well-hung. I bet the girls he fucked liked the size of his dick, too.

I tore my gaze from his crotch when I realized he was looking up at me. I finally met his eyes — they were red-rimmed with tears, but they were also sober. The spanking had cleared his mid, at least.

“I have to tell you something,” Brendan said. His lips quivered, as if he was scared.

“What is it, son? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Dad … I…” his words faltered and he looked away from me. I took the opportunity to look down at his dick again — there was something oddly entrancing about it. I’d never really looked at another guy’s meat before, and the fact that it was my son’s sent an illicit shiver through me. He looked at me again and there was new steel in his eyes. “Dad, I’m gay.”

It took a moment for that to sink in, but then I threw my arm around his shoulders and pulled him in for a half-hug and kissed him on the top of his head. It didn’t really surprise me — a father knew these things about his kids. Brendan had never had a girlfriend that lasted more than a week, and he was very close to some male friends who I knew were gay.

“I love you son, you know that. Nothing can ever change that. Thank you for telling me.” I kissed him again.

“There’s more…” he said.

I let go of him so that I could look into his eyes. This was good — we were getting to the bottom of what had been tearing him apart these past several months. I was ready for anything he could tell me — anything.

“Dad, I … I’m in love with you,” Brendan said. He laid his hand on my briefs, cupping my bulge.

That … was unexpected. I sat, frozen, for several long moments, trying to process what Brendan had just told me … and process the fact that my son was groping my cock and balls. I looked down at his dick again with a new perspective. That erection was for me. My son was horny for me.

A completely unexpected thrill ran through me and I shivered with anticipation. Acting on desires I didn’t comprehend and wasn’t ready to even think about, I reached for his cock, tentatively wrapping my fingers around it. The warmth of his cock felt good on my fingers, so I tightened my grip. Brendan gasped and sunk deeper into the couch.

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