All Chapters of Dirty Family Secrets: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The first chapter ended with a total cliffhanger. Ellie whispered to her dad, "Now it's your turn." Then the chapter was over. Well, you damn well better believe I had to read the next chapter. So I closed out of the file and immediately found it just under the first chapter. I realized that my heart was pumping a mile a minute in my chest. My god I was aroused by this. How could that be? I wasn't supposed to get aroused by a dad and his daughter playing with each other. Was I?The second chapter proved to be even hotter than the first chapter. And it was told from the dad's point of view, which I found to be an interesting twist. Oh my, this was hot. I couldn't deny it. Ice cubes being used for sex sounded erotic as hell. It was something I had never done before. And of course, they seemed to be a major part of the plot. But this time, it was daddy's turn. I loved the way the story was written. There was a decent amount of inner dialogue. And both father and daughter seemed to have s

Daddy's Christmas Muse(Taboo Fuc,k):>Ep9Marianne is a goddess in the flesh. The word 'gorgeous' hardly does her justice. Her cheeks are like silk, her skin the color of a sun kissed beach. She has the softest pair of lips I have ever seen. They beg to be kissed. And her tits--no. Wait. Not 'tits'. Never 'tits'. Her 'breasts', so perfectly ripe and swollen just so. Not overly, but far from nonexistent. I sometimes get lost thinking about them. The way she sways when she walks. Does she even know the depths of arousal she brings to my loins?But alas, these words will forever fall on deaf ears, never to be uttered aloud nor published. They are private, for my eyes alone. Forever will I hold this secret. To my grave, I fear. For it is forbidden, these thoughts. Many call them impure. Not me. But frowned up they are, and should they become known, it would spell disaster for my entire life.Marianne arrived back into my life a year ago and has unwittingly become my muse. She has breathed

"AAAAAHHHH HHHHHMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM!" I moaned out loud, unable to hold back. I only vaguely thought about the fact that I had left the bathroom door cracked. Was my dad out there? Did he know what was going on in here? Was he standing at the door, listening? I moaned again, even louder, as my fingers slid easily into my hole.Then I really went to town on myself.In my head, my dad was there with me, fingering me. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasant fantasy consume me. My mouth was open wide as I gasped for air, moaning every few seconds. I became louder and noisier as I descended deeper into my revelry. I still played with my pussy lips with my outer two fingers, while the two inside probed me as I fucked myself. Faster, I mashed my hand against my crotch, forcing my plunging fingers to dig deeper. The pleasure was growing stronger by the minute. An orgasm churned deep inside my pelvis, emanating vibrantly into my stomach.Faster. Oh god, daddy. He was fingering me and it felt am

I heard another dulled squeak as her body friction against the tub floor vibrated once more. Water splashed softly again, followed by yet another squelching noise. Was that her ass on the floor? Thinking about my daughter's butt brought back a recent memory of her wearing a bath towel. I squirmed again, rapidly filling with arousal as it became more evident exactly what it was I was overhearing. Marianne's moans grew louder still. I listened to them and they seemed to flood my eardrums like an audial aphrodisiac. She gasped loud enough for me to hear from where I sat. Still breathing heavily, my daughter's noises began to permeate me, invading every sense in my entire body. I realized I was breathing heavily, too. And my cock was rock hard.Marianne cried out. It was like a moan, but more strangled. God that sounded erotic! The sounds of water rippling and splashing accompanied the beautiful melody her voice was emanating. I eased myself off the couch, trying to be silent so as not to

Quickly making my way to my own room, I took my shirt off. Then I peeled my yoga pants down my legs while sitting on the edge of my bed. Staring at them, I gasped softly. Lifting them up, I held the pants in front of my face and stared at the crotch. Holy hell. The entire waist area of them was dark pink, almost red. They were completely drenched. I'm not even sure why I did it, but I scrunched the fabric together and then twisted the pants between my hands, wringing the fabric. Liquid dripped onto my bare legs. Good lord, Marianne! I hadn't realized how juicy my cunt had become. Just from trying to seduce my dad.Suddenly an overwhelming sense of guilt rolled through me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Grabbing my pajamas, I yanked them on and then threw myself in bed. For the next hour, I tossed and turned while my thoughts assaulted me. I was evil. I knew it. I had taken things too far. It wasn't daddy's fault. He hadn't meant for me to find those stories. Those were his own secre