Dad Son Erotica Novels & Stories

“I’m never stopping. This pussy gets eaten every single day until you’re completely ruined for anyone else. You’re mine now, Daisy. Addicted. Obsessed. My perfect little stepsister cumslut.” Right as the most overwhelming orgasm yet crashed over me — my face buried in the pillow, riding his face desperately — a knock sounded on the door. “Daisy? Honey, dinner’s ready!” Mom called. I froze, mid-orgasm, pussy gushing all over Dan’s tongue as he kept licking through it, forcing me to stay quiet while my body betrayed me with violent spasms. Dan chuckled darkly against my cunt and whispered, “I’m never stopping. This pussy gets eaten every day until you’re ruined for anyone else.”

I could feel the smoldering heat from his gaze but I knew he wouldn’t make a move to touch me. I sat opposite him and made sure to spread my legs ever so slightly so he could see that I was wearing nothing under. His nostrils flared and he drank the contents of the glass in one go. His eyes promised punishment but I was having too much fun to care. My dad didn’t notice the silent struggle going on between us and although it felt absolutely wrong to be doing it in front of him, there was also something erotic about it that had my thighs getting slicker. Jake and I barely drank but my dad didn’t notice because he was already buzzed.

he growled against the shell of my ear, voice rough with approval. I nodded frantically, words muffled against the cushion. “Yes—yes, Daddy—please—” “You’re dripping already,” he rasped, thumb circling my rim around his plunging fingers. “Leaking like a little slut. Bet you could come just from this—without even touching your cock.” I whimpered, thighs trembling. He was right—I was close, embarrassingly close, the pressure building low and tight in my gut. But he pulled his fingers free right as I started to shake.

“Oh, yeah…” ‘Your dad could never.’ I shut up before I can disrespect Jeremy further. Fucking his son and letting him use me is bad enough. Max’s fingers dig in, two to be exact, they shove into my hole while his tongue slides up and remains pressed on my clit. His fingers thrust, tongue flicks and sucks… Fingers pull out and go in again, tongue teases my clit and beats it till it's hard… “Damn…” I wriggle on the counter, too hot to stay still.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

We weren’t saints. I leaned toward Eros as Dad’s attention went to his ringing cell. “Are you and that businessman’s daughter still,” my gaze flicked to Dad to make sure he wasn’t watching before returning to Eros’s blue eyes like our father, “shaking hands?” “Be a bit more interested in your own sexual life as you are about mine,” Eros whisper-yelled. “I don’t want to know if you’re fucking her.” I shook my head. “Has it gone up a notch on the serious scale?”

The guys stroked each other as mom and daughter were in sixty-nine on the floor. They returned to fucking as the guys headed for the finish line. They swapped back and forth. Dad pulled out of the daughter at the last minute, and the son pulled out of Janice. The guys came all over their faces, and I drenched the ground again. Dad was gone by then. I'd seen my father orgasm twice. He cums a lot, and it went far.

And then they both moved. It was a synchronized, devastating rhythm. Arthur thrust into her ass, a slow, claiming penetration, while Daniel filled her pussy fast and hard. She was stretched beyond belief, filled in both holes, a double fucking that sent shocks of pleasure through her entire body. The friction, the fullness, the sheer obscenity of it pushed her towards a climax that felt like detonation. “Fuck her ass, Dad,” Daniel encouraged, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Make her scream.” Arthur groaned, his pace in her asshole picking up, matching his son’s rhythm. The bed rocked. Jessa’s world narrowed to the slam of their bodies, the slap of skin, the crude, beautiful words pouring from

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, my legs trembling. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he held his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, then dipped his head to whisper into my ear, “My son can’t make you come just by sticking his fingers into your sopping little cunt, can he?” “No,” I whispered. With his fingers still sliding in and out of me, he rubbed my clit around in torturous circles with his thumb, his hot breath fanning my neck and making me clench. “I bet he doesn’t even get you this wet.”

My stomach tightened as I opened my eyes slightly to see Darius smiling down at me wickedly but even at that, he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life. “Now, I’m going to cum inside you, slut.” He said and I felt my cheeks burn as I imagined him pouring everything he had inside me, the thought of it was exhilarating. I’m going to have my brother’s sperm inside me. “Do it, Daddy!” I moaned, switching from calling him brother to calling him Daddy, “Fill me up with your cum, please.” I begged, waiting to feel his cum inside me. “Give it to me, Daddy! I want you to fill this needy hole until it overflows! I want your cum leaking out of me when you’re done.” I proclaimed, my body bur