Don’t Call Me Son (Don’t Call Me… #3)

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.”

He whimpers, hips rocking desperately onto my fingers. I finally give it to him, crushing my mouth to his in a filthy, claiming kiss, tongue pushing in deep, swallowing every protest and moan like I’m starving for them. I kiss him hard, like I’m marking his soul instead of just his body.

He pulls back, panting, “Colt, we can’t…” against my mouth, but his cock is drooling all over his own stomach.

“Time to stop playing pretend.” I pull my fingers out, grab his jaw hard enough to make his lips part, and spit directly into his open mouth. “Swallow.”

His eyes go wide with shock as he tries to turn his head, but I hold him firm. “Colt… that’s disgusting…”

“Swallow it or I’ll wake her up right now and show her what her son really is.”

He whimpers and obeys, throat working; the sight makes my cock throb painfully.

I slide down his body again, shove his knees up to his chest, folding him in half, and bury my face between his cheeks.

My tongue spears into his tight hole, licking deep and nasty, eating him like I’m starving.

Archie’s trying so hard to stay quiet, biting his arm, but broken little moans keep leaking out.

When he’s sloppy wet with my spit, I rear up, yank my boxers down, and slap my thick, veiny cock against his hole. “Gonna stretch you open so wide, you’ll be gaping for days.”

“Colt, please… we can’t, she’ll hear…” he begs, voice cracking.

I grip my throbbing cock at the base and line up, rubbing the fat, leaking head up and down his spit-slick hole. The sight alone is hypnotic; his tight little ring fluttering against me, still shiny from my tongue, clenching like it’s scared of what’s coming but already trying to pull me in.

“Archie… Christ,” I breathe, voice full of raw awe. “Your hole is so fucking small. I can’t believe I’m about to ruin it.”

I push forward slowly, watching intently.

The head pops past that tight ring with a delicious resistance, and the heat…

Jesus Christ… it’s almost enough to make me lose it right there.

Inch by thick inch I sink deeper, mesmerized by the way his body stretches obscenely around me, how his abs tense and twitch, how his chest stutters with every shallow breath.

Archie’s eyes roll back hard, a strangled, broken cry ripping out of him before I can slap my hand over his mouth, muffling it. Even then, I don’t stop sinking in. I keep pushing until my heavy balls are pressed tight against him and I’m buried to the hilt, completely sheathed.

I stay here, panting, just feeling him pulse and flutter wildly around every inch of me. “That’s it… take every fucking inch.”

I start fucking him slowly, with deep strokes, the bed creaking softly. Every time he tries to protest under my palm I slam in harder. Then I feel his body tensing in a different way, his hole fluttering nervously around me.

Archie squirms, voice shaky and embarrassed under my hand. “Colt… wait, I um… really need to pee,” he mumbles desperately against my palm. “I can’t hold it much longer…”

A filthy, wicked grin spreads across my face. Perfect. I slow down, grinding hard, circling my hips so my cock stays buried to the hilt, and presses firmly against his prostate.

I lean down, my mouth right against his ear, commanding. “Listen to me, Archie. You’re gonna piss for Daddy, while I’m balls-deep inside you. I want to feel it soaking both of us while I fuck this hole.”

His eyes fly open in humiliated horror. “No! Colt, I can’t… that’s gross, I…”

I reach down and press hard on his bladder, still buried to the hilt, rolling my hips so my cock mashes his prostate. “Do it. Piss on Daddy’s cock like the filthy, disgusting little stepson you are.”

He fights it, trembling, tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure in his eyes… but the pressure wins. A hot, wet gush suddenly floods around us, soaking his balls, my thighs, the sheets. The obscene warmth makes me groan like an animal.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, pounding him harder through it, the wet squelching sounds absolutely filthy. “You’re never gonna live this down, Archie; you’ll remember how you pissed all over your stepdad’s dick like a broken little bitch.”

I uncover his mouth just to hear him whimper and moan, completely shattered.

“Gonna fill you up now. Pump so much come into your guts you’ll be dripping Daddy’s load for days. Maybe I’ll make you push it out later and eat it off the sheets like a good boy.”

Archie’s cock erupts between us untouched, shooting hard across his chest and chin while he sobs out a broken, humiliated moan.

I bury myself deep and unload, flooding his wrecked hole with thick, seemingly endless ropes.

And stay buried deep for a long moment, pulsing out the last weak spurts inside him, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon.

The smell of piss, come, and raw sex hangs thick in the air.

Finally, I pull out slowly, watching my load immediately start to leak from his puffy hole.

It’s obscene, dripping down onto the soaked sheets.

“Jesus Christ, Archie…” I mutter, voice rough but softer now as I come back to myself.

I wipe my cock on his thigh and tuck myself away, running a hand through my hair. The reality of what we just did hits like a truck. Sarah’s down the hall… my wife. His mom.

I sit up on the edge of his bed, trying to steady my breathing. “Shit. That was… too much.”

I start to stand, but Archie’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, surprisingly strong.

“Where are you going?” His voice is small at first, then sharper.

He’s still flushed, covered in our mess, looking up at me with those wide eyes.

“You’re just… leaving? After that? Colt, come on.

Help me change the sheets or… or wash me or something.

I feel fucking gross and… don’t just dip out like that. ”

I hesitate, glancing at the clock. “Sarah’s gonna wake up for work in an hour, kid. It’s too risky. I’ve gotta get back to our bed before she notices I’m gone.”

Archie’s expression twists; the needy look flips into something bratty and pissed off. “Bullshit. You just fucked me, made me piss on you, and called me a disgusting little bitch, and now you’re running back to Mom like a pussy? Real nice, ‘Daddy.’”

The word hits me like a spark on gasoline. I’m on him in a second, hand wrapped around his throat, firm enough to pin him back down.

A low growl rumbles out of me, displeased, right in his face. “Watch your fucking mouth, brat. You don’t get to call me that shit; you’ll take what I give you. And right now, what you’re getting is my come leaking out of your ruined hole while you lie here and wait.”

I lean in closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“Sarah leaves for work at seven. You’re gonna stay right here, keep my come inside you like a good boy, and not touch that pretty cock again until I say so.

Then I’ll take care of you properly… clean you up, change these nasty sheets, whatever you need. ”

Archie’s breathing picks up again, half angry, half turned on. His spent cock twitches against his stomach despite everything.

I press one last rough kiss to his lips, tasting the mess we made, then pull back and stand. “Behave. I mean it.”

I slip out of his room quietly, heart still racing.