For a twink, nothing is hotter than sex with his father. Except when his father is super kinky.
This taboo bundle features four stories of masculine, powerful, and kinky daddies seducing their sons, stretching their limits, and exploring their deepest, most forbidden desires. From father/son piss play, to fisting, to gang bangs and more, this bundle has it all.
Kinky Daddies is a 16,000-word bundle and includes the following previously-published short stories: Drinking My Dad’s Piss, Tag-Teamed By My Dad And My Uncle, Fisted By Daddy, and Gangbanged By My Dad And His Friends.
I turn my head slightly, looking to Chad and Derek. They’re both engrossed in the game. I turn back toward dad, my lips just a mere inch from his.
“Dad…” I say. I try to keep my voice low and steady, but it comes out with a crack. I sound like a pubescent teenager.
He glances past me, toward his friends, then his eyes meet mine again. “They know,” he says.
Then it hits me. It all hits me. Dad does remember that night. I thought I was the only one living with this guilt, but he is too. But … he doesn’t seem like he feels guilty. He seems… Dad takes my hand and puts it on his hard, massive bulge.
“Dad…” I say again, my voice cracking again.
“Trevor…” he says. I moan at the sound of my name on his lips.
Absently, I realize the game is over. I hear the theme music emanating from the TV, but it sounds like it’s a million miles away. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me close to him for a kiss, his lips crushing against mine, and it’s like all I can focus on, like my whole world exists in this kiss and nowhere else. Everything drops away — the TV, Derek, Chad — they’re all gone and it’s just dad and I and our kiss. I can taste the beer on his lips and his tongue, and the warmth of his body soaks through his clothes and through mine and warms me to my core. His hand falls to rest on my hard bulge and he starts rubbing it.