Dad Daughter Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

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?”

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

Anya said flatly. Ronan studied her for a long moment. “You’re not your mother,” he said, tone not unkind. “Eva was… clever. But she knew when to vanish.” Anya stood slowly. Straightened. “I’m not vanishing.” She crossed to him, her voice low. “I have a daughter. And I’ve been silent my whole life. If legacy can’t survive the truth, it deserves to burn.” Ronan’s expression didn’t change. But when he left, he said only:

Dane watched his father's lips curve in an evil smirk, that made him suspect something was up. His father, Shokima Diamen, was the most ruthless and dangerous person he had ever met in his life. Born and brought up in Stonefall, a city riddled with gangsters and mafia lords, his father made his way out of that and made a name for himself in the oil and gas industry through bloodshed and backstabbing.

My legs were heavy, my inner thighs aching with every stride, a constant reminder of the weight and power that had claimed me just hours before. As I neared the house, I could hear the shouting. "How could you send my sister out at night? Why would you do such a thing? It’s the full moon for crying out loud!" Eric’s roar shook the wooden walls. "I’m sorry, Eric," Molly’s voice was high and defensive. "Your sister was sick, so I thought Willow should—" "Step-sister!" Eric interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. "Your daughter is my step-sister, Molly. And you sent Willow out at night for what? To get a herb? We both know it’s all a lie just for me to fuck your daughter's pussy!"

She let the towel drop, cupped those full tits, and looked right at me with those wide eyes, inviting me in. “Fuck, Stella,” I whispered into the dark, stroking faster. I imagined sucking one hard nipple into my mouth while my fingers dipped between her legs, finding her wet and hot. Sliding two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling them while my thumb worked her clit. Her moans filling the room as I bent her over that dresser and slammed into her from behind, claiming my new stepsister like I owned her. The taboo hit me hard Dad’s wife’s daughter. Family dinners with this secret between us. It only made me stroke harder, rougher. My balls tightened, pressure building fast. In my mind, she

For the first time since she had met him, she saw true, undisguised fear in his dark eyes. His phone vibrated one final time. A new text burned on the screen. She isn’t your father’s daughter. Elena stared at the words, her chest tight, her whole world fracturing. She looked up, meeting Adrian’s intense, unreadable gaze, realizing the nightmare had only just begun.

He ragingly dropped the pillow he held on the bed, and grabbed her up from the bed. “Muha, I need you. My dick hurts so bad and your mother and I are not on good terms. ” He shameless itched it right in front of her. She turned on the light to see that he had an erected penis, but still, that was not normal. Muha turned away from his stick and shook her head. It was not right for a daughter to have sex with her father nor the other way round. It was a taboo to the mother earth and she could strike her dead.

He hesitated until I told him “She has to learn some time.” While watching them kiss passionately, I secretly starting rubbing my pussy, imagining it was Mary he was kissing and soon he would be licking and fucking her. My god, my panties were soaked and I so desperately needed to be fucked. It was an incredibly hot kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues were exploring each other's mouths. Watching the taboo kiss between my daughter and her father had me rubbing my twat at full speed, getting me very to close to cumming.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”