Dad Daughter Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

I continued kissing her neck and slid my hands underneath her top, grabbing her nipples with my fingers. “My tits!” “Do not worry baby, I got you.” I removed her top, exposing her boobs and I gawked at them for some seconds. “Someone is being a bad girl for not putting on a bra to a party.” I told her, smirking and giving her an astringent look. She hid her face underneath her hands and I took them off. “Do not worry baby, daddy loves bad girls.” I slapped her boobs three times, making it turn into a bright red colour and watching it get swollen.

My father really want to help me. The Datu's silence was palpable, their faces a mixture of contemplation and agreement. It seemed that my father's 's words had struck a chord, and they were beginning to see reason. But just as I thought the matter was settled, one of the Datu spoke up, his voice laced with malice. "Why did you bother to have a daughter from a Timawa's bloodline, Elder Gambang?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain. "Did you not think that it would ruin your monarch's reputation?"

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

I lightly brushed his chest. “I can see you want it to,” I whispered. “Don’t deny yourself pleasure.” He jumped and turned to face me. “I cast out the devil, Father return your daughter to a pure heart,” he said, clutching his crucifix tightly, muttering Latin words. I chuckled softly. “No one can stop the devil today… not even God. But let’s see if he can withstand temptation.” I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath.

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.

"Touché, my dear. Touché." I raised one eyebrow at Dad, feeling a smirk tug at my lips. "Besides, let's not pretend you've got any leg to stand on here. I've heard way more fucked up things coming from your wing, old man." Dad's eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is that so?" "Oh yeah," I nodded, leaning back in my chair. "Remember that orgy with the succubi last year? Pretty sure the whole realm heard that one."

“My voice alone would open her legs wide, anyway.” I felt a surge of disgust. “Dad, come on.” I groaned, my disgust evident He leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face, “So, what's with you and Tabitha's daughter-in-law? Have you fucked her yet? No judgment from me. Tabitha's son does look like an asshole.” he says with a wink, clearly enjoying the provocative topic I rolled my eyes. “Not yet.” Dad's grin grew wider, clearly amused by the situation. "Well, don't let me stop you. She's definitely a catch."

Disgusting. "Dadu (grandpa) the uncle will go out in next stoppage you can sit then," A girl maybe 16 years old said from last row where she is sitting with two other ladies Maybe she is his granddaughter. "Dadaji (grandpa) your age is doing worship and watch mythological shows and hear regional songs not staring at someone's breasts or touching someone's butt, aapki bhi poti hai, kalko koi uske sath bhi aisa kar sakta hai, (You also have granddaughter, tomorrow someone does something like this to her)" I said with a sickly sweet smile and he looked at me like a deer caught in lights