When his stepdad nutted in his no-longer-virgin asshole, Hudson thought his rape was over. Unfortunately, some old dudes have a lot of stamina, and some formerly-straight college hunks just can't catch a break.
Hudson finishes his first year of college on a high note–only to return home and find a strange man standing in his kitchen. He says he’s his stepdad, which is already sus as fuck because his mom said she wasn’t dating anyone the last time they spoke, but he also keeps trying to get Hudson to call him Daddy, which, no offense, is kind of gay.
Adam suspected at many points throughout the week that he was delusional. It was the most plausible explanation, because there was no way he was this fucking depressed over a one night stand...so he goes to a high school lacrosse game to find out.
Shame flooded him and his hands clenched into fists, thighs tensing with the effort it took to resist stroking himself. Connor tracked the movement and his lips quirked wickedly. “Strip.”
"You're such a good boy," Emmett said, leaning down to kiss his son on the lips.
Damon's lids fluttered closed as he met his dad's kiss, moaning softly as his dad began to thrust slowly in and out. Fuck, it felt amazing, having his dad's fat cock up his ass.
“Why is that so hot?” Damon wondered aloud for the second time, panting, hands clenching Irvine’s hips and slamming up into him.
“Because incest is hot,” Irvine slurred, lids fluttering open and meeting his cousin's gaze. Green irises stared into the dark pools that were Damon's eyes, and the connection between them felt tangible. “You’re fucking your cousin’s ass, demon."
He leaned in, closing the distance and gently kissing his son. Damon returned the kiss, sighing sweetly and pressing closer until their bodies were flush, hands sliding to his shoulders for balance. Emmett gripped his waist gently, slowing down the kiss until their lips were only brushing. He nuzzled his nose against Damon's and murmured, "I'll see you tonight."
And just like a good little piggy, his dad pushed like he was trying to take a shit. His hole twitched a few times, then he began farting out slimy cum. Zayn filmed it, getting close so the camera would pick up the little plopping noises as globs of cum dripped down his taint and off his balls, pooling on the dirty tile of the public restroom.
“Some of my best work,” dad mused, walking over to the bed with slow, purposeful strides. Damon’s bruised ass kept flexing and clenching under the attention, and his cock was chubbing up fast. It was made worse when his dad dragged his fingertips up and down Damon’s cheeks, goosebumps erupting on his flesh. “Beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“No,” Damon refused. The second the words were out of his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake. His dad rose from his seat, all six foot two of him, and Damon made a break for the stairs.
Emmett had an unconventional upbringing, and he was determined to raise his son away from his family's strange traditions. Now that his son is going down a dark path, however, he begins to realize that the same things he wanted to shield his son from were the very things that made his family so close to begin with.