Boyfriend Dad Erotic Story Novels & Stories

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

he said. I felt like my feet were glued to the floor. I couldn't move my body or my hands. The only thing I could control was my face. "Oh— I never expected that, Sir. I mean, a similar thing happened to me. My boyfriend cheated on me and got another girl pregnant too. Hearing that news about your son makes me sad, sir, because that situation is really painful for his girlfriend," I said in a sad voice. If Mr. Arthur only knew that I was the girlfriend his son was talking about, he would definitely be shocked. But I can't tell him. Everything about my identity will stay a secret for now.

my father replied, eyebrow raised but somewhat sarcastically. Adrien just smiled, casual as ever, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. “Most young girls her age would rather choose to be with their boyfriends than return to their fathers who made their lives miserable. I’m sure Rochelle is with her lover.” The word ‘lover’ fluttered through the air, mixing with my emotions. I couldn’t decide whether to be embarrassed or flattered. I smiled slightly, amused at how Adrien always painted a picture that made me feel loved and cared for, even in my father’s critical absence.

"Am not playing smart with you. What the fuck you want you to hear, am gay and I have a boyfriend who is seven years older than me, is that what you want to hear, there you have it!" With a sudden push, I found myself stumbling over the sofa and a vicious laugh reached my ears and I looked up to find my dad standing over me, his eyes had become darker, it was like I was staring at one else who wasn't my dad. "No son of mine will become a faggot when am still alive" I gasped. To be continued...!

Damien Voss "Tony Drill." I read the name on the document my father had given me for the fifth time, anger settling in the pit of my stomach as I bit down on my knuckles. When Viktor handed me the order, I didn’t expect the task to be this difficult. How could he send me to kill Tony? "That old fucker!" I cursed under my breath, staring at the peaceful face in the photo. Tony was my father’s boyfriend once—yes, boyfriend. None of us—me or my brothers—knew that side of Viktor until Mom died. Turned out Dad was gay all along and only used Mom to have children.

"Why didn't you bring her home so that we could just ruin her for her husband? He groaned, gripping her arms tightly and pulling her toward him. "God... I want you... right here," he grunted. A delightfully naughty plan formed in her mind then, and she looked up at him wickedly. "How would my boyfriend like to fuck me the same way his dad did?" she asked, silently hoping that she didn't misjudge his appeal for something like that. His looked down at her, a single eyebrow raised. "You're sooo fucking sexy..." he said deeply, his tone making her pussy moisten her panties even more.

“I wasn’t doing that. Why would I—“ I grit my teeth when his smirk returns. “Why would I do that when there’s nothing to get over?” “Oh?” He arches a brow. I shiver when his hand touches my chest, my breath hitching as it slides lower…lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of my pants. And then his hand slides in. Fuck. Fuck— My cock twitches so hard I feel it through my whole body. Caleb grabs my chin with his other hand, his mouth inches away from mine. “Tell me,” he rasps thickly as his fingers curl around my dick. My eyes roll back as he strokes me once. Just once, and I’m close to losing my mind. “Tell me that you weren’t using her to get over and I’ll stop.”

"Hot Dam! That was absolutely the best mom! You are one hot lady! Was I OK? Are you mad at me and aunt Gen? Are you going to tell dad? Can we do it again? Huh? Can we PLEASE!!! It was the best!!!!!!!!!!!" "You were great! No! No! Yes most definitely! Yes it was fucking fabulous! I never thought I would ever enter into an incest relationship with my own son. It was bad enough I did it with my own sister! I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you your dad didn't go on business this morning. He left with his new girlfriend. I told him it was either me or her so he picked her. So from now on it will be just the three of us left in the family. Fuck him! I don't need him anymore now that I

He had listened to Chrissy beg, watched her squirt, and paid to push her deeper every single night. Disgust and heartbreak slammed into me. This was sick. My dad had been jerking off to my girlfriend behind the screen, paying to ruin her. Chrissy’s eyes flew open. She was still filled with two cocks. “Your dad…? He’s the one who’s been paying?” Dad smiled and stroked his cock. “That’s right, sweetheart. Call me Daddy while I fuck you proper.” I felt my chest tighten. Rage mixed with something colder. My father climbed onto the bed. The strangers moved aside. He pushed Chrissy onto her back and drove straight into her cum-soaked pussy with one hard thrust. She moaned loud and wrapped her legs