Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2023 16:04:14 -0700 From: Da So Subject: My Son The Erotic Author: Pt 2 This is a story about the beginning of a possible father-son incest situation. This story is pure fantasy. This story is not meant to offend, if so, please move along. If you like my stories so far, feel free to reach out (dad.s.taboo@gmail.com) and let me know if I got you hard! Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories -- please donate with this link https://donate.nifty.org/ Hey so I'm Nick and just left the bar with who I thought was a friend but just ended up being a dirty fucking cock sucker. Yeah, I let him suck my cock like a million years ago but I know that bitch is still hung up on that. Anyway, he showed me tonight that my son wrote an erotic story about me fucking my son's face and some other weird shit. I didn't believe him at first and thought it was a desperate plea for us to maybe hook up again, but I can't deny seeing my son's handwriting in his picture. I hooked up with Mike on a super fucking drunk night, then went to college, had some other trysts there with guys either at parties, my dorm room or under stalls but then met my ex-wife and decided to go that route in my life. The urge for dick has always been there but once with my wife, I never acted on it. I obviously have thought about my son in a sexual way but nothing I would ever act on and definitely not something I ever thought would cross his mind. I know he wasn't like the other guys his age who were fucking anything that walks, I just chalked it up to him studying and working to be the top of his class. So, I am not sure what to do with this information. Do I confront my son? Do I just ignore this? Is this even real or is he just a horny teenager? I arrive home and open the picture that Mike sent again and read it maybe 100 times. So, I can't lie, this story is fucking hot, and definitely starts to get a rise out of my dick. I start to wonder whether I should try to recreate this story and see if anything is even remotely real? I pour myself a couple more drinks and convince myself that I should at least try. Eric comes home a bit later, we shoot the shit for like a minute before I offer up, "Hey you interested in a guy's night tomorrow night? I can pick up some booze, food, and shit. It's been a hot minute since we hung out." Eric does a bit of a double take and then nervously just says, "Sure Dad, sounds great!" Eric then just heads up to his room. I'm not that comfortable given Eric's reaction and reply so I think I might need to deviate a bit from his story but let's see what happens. Tomorrow comes and Eric is out of the house early due to his job at a local country club where he works weekends, until summer and then it's full time before college. He wears many hats; caddie, valet, front desk, locker room, etc -- he seems to enjoy it and I enjoy not needing to give him money. Since this new revelation of his story, I decided to go scout out his room. I have no idea of what I am looking for or even what I might find. He's 18 so I don't have passwords or anything that can help with discovery. The room is a natural disaster, which one would assume given a high school senior. The only thing of interest is the obligatory cum rag in his bedside table drawer. Other than that, nothing really. I look in his backpack and I see the piece of paper that Mike took a picture of, also nothing extraordinary since I had seen it already. I decided to lift his mattress because that is where I hid my porn stash, but times have changed and everything is on your phone now, so I was expecting nothing. I am surprised to see a notebook and a pair of my briefs. Eric, having an old pair of my briefs now solidifies that this whole thing is true. The notebook triples the fuck down on everything. This notebook is filled, almost every page used. This notebook contains shit tons of stories and all about me! The stories are insane: Me pissing in Erics hole while fucking him, Eric smoking a cigar and blowing smoke on my dick then blowing me, me cumming on Erics face when he is sleeping, Eric fucking me while I am sleeping, Me spanking Eric over my knee while giving him a handjob, Eric and I fucking ourselves with a double head dildo, Eric and I in an anonymous gloryhole, Mike and I DPing Eric...honestly I can go on and on. My mind is spinning right now, I find this so disturbing but also my hand goes directly to my dick. I focus a bit more on the story of Mr. Thicke and I double penetrating Eric and Eric is just so fucking nasty and verbal in his writing, which makes me shoot in like 3 minutes. I immediately grab my old briefs hidden under the mattress and unleash this massive load into them. I placed my old briefs exactly where I found them and returned the notebook, obviously taking a couple pictures of some of the stories. I started planning for the night but also a bit nervous given how hot and bothered I am about this whole situation. I just jerked off in my son's room. What the Fuck? I head out and pick up a shit load of liquor, beer, cigars and also make a quick stop at my local pot shop to get my vape refilled, just in case. I'm just hanging out in the kitchen when I hear the front door close. Eric announces his arrival and heads up to his room. Delivery of food is like 20 away. I poured 2 whiskeys and waited for Eric to come down. I start nibbling on some snacks I bought which then Eric comes out of his room. Eric comes into the kitchen, sees the whisky, and says, "Fuck yeah Dad, so what are we up to tonight?" My mind immediately combines all the stories and I think, "Well I'm going to DP you with a cigar with Mr. Thicke's cock, while cumming on your face, using a double head dildo while everyone pisses on each other." I instead just recommend "Well let's have our whisky, eat some food and look to see if there are any new movies available to rent, oh and of course smoke some cigars." Eric's eyes light up with the cigars, so we spark them up, drink our whisky and start eating. We start with the general bullshit catch up questions -- nothing new with his school really, nothing new with my job, blah, blah. Me: So, how's the country club? Are you still enjoying yourself there and excited to continue over the summer? Eric: Yeah, I love it there! The money from tips is insane with some of the members and excited about me saving over the summer before heading off to college! Oh wait, Holy Shit, I need to tell you what happened at the club today. Me: What possibly could have happened at the club -- did someone get kicked out? Everyone is so prim and proper there. Eric: Oh, there definitely is some shit that goes down. Who's sleeping with who, who's cheating with who, who can't pay their club dues, insane sexual harassment by members to the staff. Me: Woah, have you been sexually harassed there? Eric: Oh god yeah, housewives get wasted, their husbands are playing golf and they get handsy and filthy with what they say. It doesn't matter to me at all, I just laugh it all off. They usually get reprimanded by the management, which is great, because that usually results in them overtipping because of their actions. Me: So, then what happened today if all this shit happens all the time? Eric: Well, my friend Joel was working as a caddie today and he was hosting this visiting 60ish father and 30ish son. They were trying out the club before committing to becoming a member. Well, they tipped Joel a grand up front, which was insane to him since he has caddied for super rich people, and they have never tipped that much. They gave him a tip with the restriction of basically the Vegas slogan, what happens on the golf course, stays on the golf course. He laughed and said no problem. Joel has dealt with some of the worst and most drunk members ever, so he didn't think anything of it. So, as they moved from hole to hole, they kept drinking and they would whisper some shit to each other, but Joel never heard anything. So, on hole 7, the son missed his putt and went over par, and he immediately went over to his dad and bent over his knee. His Dad spanked him the number of points he was over par. Joel was surprised because this son was obviously an adult and was just so confused about what was happening. This continued for the rest of the game, with some spanks lasting longer than usual and then a couple spanks in which the dad exposed the son's bare ass and some roaming fingers around his hole. They told Joel that they appreciated his discretion and then tipped him an additional $500. Joel laughed when he told me, "I would have watched them fuck each other with golf clubs if it meant $1,500, fuck today was bank!" So, Eric's story got me hard and I immediately thought to myself, "Well fuck, I just walked into a trap."