Page 1 of Don’t Call Me Son

Chapter One

Colt

I stare down at my sleeping stepson, my heart hammering like a goddamn war drum in my chest. “Fuck, Archie… all spread out, cock hard even in your sleep.”

What the hell am I doing?

My hand shakes as I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the heat of him pulse against my palm. He’s twenty, smooth and toned from running track at college. I’ve been losing my mind for a week straight since I walked in on him. Laundry basket in hand, door cracked open just enough to see him stroking this fat dick, biting his lip to stay quiet while his mom was downstairs. I should’ve backed out. Instead, I watched, cock throbbing in my jeans, and now here I am… at midnight, while my wife snores softly down the hall like nothing’s wrong.

Archie’s breathing stays deep and even, lips parted, one arm flung over his head. His boxers are shoved down to his thighs where I pulled them, and his cock is filling out fast in my grip, thickening, the head already slick with a bead of precome.

“You're bigger than I thought,” I whisper, voice rough. “That day… you were pumping this monster so hard. Never figured your stepdad’s mouth would be watering for it.”

I lean down, heart in my throat, and drag my tongue slow and filthy up the underside of his shaft. He twitches, a soft, sleepy sound escaping him, but doesn’t wake. Good, I want this first taste while he’s like this; vulnerable. I swirl my tongue around the swollen head, savouring the salty tang, then sink my lips down, taking him halfway in one wet glide.

“Mmmph,” he mumbles, hips shifting; cock throbbing heavier on my tongue.

I pull off with a wet pop, stroking him fast and tight, spit shining on his length. “Yeah, that’s it; get hard for Daddy, Archie. Your mom’s right down the hall, probably dreaming about her perfect little family, and here I am sucking her boy’s cock.”

He stirs more, eyelids fluttering. I can't stop; I bob my head deeper, throat relaxing as I force more of him in, gagging quietly around his girth. My free hand cups his balls, rolling them, feeling how full they are. Fuck, I want every drop.

Archie’s eyes crack open, hazy with sleep and sudden shock. “Colt?! What the… oh fuck!” His voice cracks into a moan as I suck harder, looking up at him with his dick stretching my lips.

I pull off just enough to growl, quiet and filthy, “I saw you jerking this fat cock last week; been hard thinking about it every night, Archie. Now open those legs wider and let me eat you.”

His cheeks flush crimson, cock jumping in my hand, but his thighs part anyway. “Jesus Christ... this is so fucked up,” he breathes, but his hand finds the back of my head, fingers threading in my hair.

I grin, wicked and aching. “Fucked up is exactly how I want it, kid. Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name. Then demolish that tight little hole while your mom sleeps down the hall.”

Archie’s eyes widen, that blush spreading down his neck. “Colt… fuck, no. We can’t; this is wrong. She’s right down the hall, your wife… my mom. Stop, man, I… ahh shit…”

His words cut off in a choked moan as I ignore him completely, shoving his thighs wider apart with my stronger hands and diving back down. I take him to the back of my throat in one stroke, nose buried against his pubes, swallowing around his thick length. He bucks, fingers tightening in my hair like he might pull me off, but I grab his wrist and pin it to the mattress beside him with one hand.

“Quit pretending, Archie,” I growl above his cock, pulling off just enough to let my spit drip down him in messy strings. I stroke him rough and fast, thumb pressing into that sensitive spot under the head. “You think I didn’t see how hard you were, when I stood there watching you jerk off last week? You wanted me to keep looking. Now you’re gonna lie there and take what Daddy gives you.”

He shakes his head, biting his lip hard, voice a desperate whisper. “No... please, Colt. This is fucked. We have to stop, I'm not… I don't want…”

“Liar.”

I cut him off by sliding two thick fingers into my mouth, getting them sloppy wet, then reach down and press them right against his tight little hole. He clenches instinctively, but I don’t give him time to protest. I push in slow and relentless and raw, feeling that ring stretch around my fingers while my mouth sinks back down on his cock.

“Colt, stop! It’s too much…” His voice cracks, but his hips twitch up, feeding me more of his dick even as he whimpers the words. His free hand grabs at my shoulder, pushing weakly.

I pop off his cock with a wet smack, fingers curling deep inside him to rub that spot that makes his toes curl. “You say stop, but your cock is leaking like a faucet down my throat, and your hole is sucking my fingers in.”

I scissor my fingers wider, stretching him open while I lean up over his body, pinning him harder to the bed with my weight. My own cock is rock hard and leaking in my boxers, pressed against his thigh.

“Your mom’s asleep. The door’s locked. You’re mine tonight. Keep lying to yourself, and I’ll edge this pretty cock until you’re begging, with tears in your eyes.”

Archie’s chest heaves, eyes glassy with conflicted lust. “Colt… we can’t… fuck, please…”

I hover just above him, our faces so close I can feel every shaky breath he lets out against my lips. My fingers keep working him deep, curling relentlessly against that spot inside him, but I hold back from the kiss he’s clearly bracing for. I let my mouth brush his, barely, teasing, retreating, then brushing again like I might give in any second.

“Fighting me with your words… but you keep tilting your chin up like you’re dying for Daddy to kiss you stupid. That’s cute.”

Archie’s eyes flutter, a broken sound escaping him as he tries to chase my mouth. I pull back just enough to deny him, smirking.

“You want it, don’t you? Want me to kiss you like I own you while I’m knuckle-deep in your ass?” I drag my lips along his jaw, then back to hover right over his parted mouth again, so close our breaths mix. “This is more dangerous than fucking you, Arch.”