Dad Daughter Taboo Novels & Stories

I stood there, stunned, while he turned toward her, his voice gone flat and cold. "I'd advise you not to waste your time on me," he said. "Whatever alliance my father is trying to arrange is not my concern, and it's certainly not yours to fix." The woman stared at him like she couldn't decide whether to be furious or humiliated. She chose both. She stood, grabbed her bag off the desk, and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame. I finally found my voice. "What was that?" Damon walked back to his desk and sat down like none of it had happened. "Was that jealousy, Tyler?"

The second she came out of her bedroom in that little tank top and those tiny little shorts that did absolutely nothing to cover her perfect ass I just lost all sensible thoughts. Her brother, my son will be leaving for football camp and now what. I will be at my house alone with this perfect five foot six, blonde haired beauty that just called me daddy and made my dick so hard it feels like it's going to explode. It's going to be a long summer. Naudia climbs off the bed and makes her way over to her closet. I watch as she bends over and grabs a duffle bag. I have to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. If I didn't know any better I would think she was doing this shit on purpose.

I gently licked her clitoris, she flinched and touched my head, too much, I got it and backed away. Riley, sweaty now, panting, staring at me standing next to her bed, "You have ruined me for other men." "Nah, just showed you what you need to teach them." "Dad, your cock is hard." I looked down and then at my daughter, "That's because I want to do something that is very taboo." Riley moved back and swiveled until she was fully on the bed. She took the pillow and slipped it back under her. "Do you want to make love to your daughter? Take that nice, fat cock and slide it into her pussy, make her cum over and over?"

Like citrus and clean soap. “What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?…” I scratched the back of my neck and looked away, searching for an answer. “What about your dad?…” He asked, sounding very concerned. “Over there,” I pointed to the mini bar at the far end of the room where my dad was still with that woman, drinking, gisting, and laughing his fucking lungs out. “This man,” he facepalmed, letting out a disappointed sigh. “He never takes anything seriously, does he?”

, Dane asked with a smile as he look at his daughter. "Daddy......, of course I'm happy to see you... I miss you very much", Georgina said as she turned around with a smile on her face and hugged her father. "Daddy gets angry easily, if he knows I'm not happy to see him it will be bad", she thought as she held on to him. "Me too, I miss daddy too", Isabella said and hugged her father also, big sister did this, I'll do it too. For a brief moment, Dane forgot what he came to do and squat to their height so they could hug him properly basking in the fatherly feelings that was threatening to gush out from his heart.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

"Think! If I close my eyes, I may miss my target. I know men have no control of their sperm direction when they ejaculate." "Gee, pumpkin, you know a lot for someone who has never had a boyfriend." "Dad, I didn't ask you to humiliate me. That taboo you mention is merely a convention of society. What is the problem with me seeing your damn cock if you're my father?" "Well, I'm not sure, but what I do know is that you've cursed a lot, Annabelle. That's not nice language for an educated girl like you." "If you don't want me to swear, so stop pissing me off with your silly comments, daddy," she snapped showing her small teeth."

he looks to the left and Gabe is dancing with his 9 year old daughter, Teresa and then to the right where Josh is dancing with his youngest, Sofia. Abigail giggles, "they do Daddy, they've growled at every boy that has approached me tonight, even those that just were wishing me Happy Birthday." He archs his brow looking between the future Beta and Gamma shaking his head, "you do know that they both think they are your mate." She scrunches her nose up at him, "gross Dad," then bites her bottom lip, "they are sure to be disappointed though." The music ends and Braddock hugs Abigail, "they'll get over it I'm sure," he smiles as he leads her back over to where Charlie is standing.

He suddenly became concerned about wrecking his daughter's tight little pussy and getting her addicted to big cocks—or at least ruining her for any guy with a normal-sized dick. It amazed him that the taboo of fucking his own daughter had stopped bothering him, but now this had gotten stuck in his head. He loved his little girl, and he would never willingly hurt her. That finally galvanized him enough that he slid his hands down to her hips and gently lifted her up out of his lap. They both shuddered as he slid slowly out of her tight, velvety embrace. Sabrina had trouble standing after that last intense climax. She turned a questioning gaze on her father. Her eyes took in the wet, throbbing

And I heard it— the cruel commentary from Damon’s mother and another elegant woman I later learned was Annaida’s Mom. “Nowadays, young girls are so into PDA,” Damon’s mother said with a laugh, watching me lean into Alex. Annaida’s mom, added, “It’s shameful to see such things publicly in front of elders.” A man nearby maybe Annaida's Dad, he chuckled. “No class. Just ambition.” It was humiliating. "Look at their hypocrisy," I thought bitterly, my fingers still curled around Alex’s sleeve. They were perfectly fine with their daughter— Annaida—touching my man, kissing him, leaning into him in front of me, like she owned him.