Dad Son Erotica Novels & Stories

“You deserve me, daddy. I'm yours. Keep fucking me, keeping fucking me. Fill my little pussy up. Fuck your daughter like a little slut!” He smiles, “You got a dirty mouth on you, babygirl.” “You come in me daddy and I'll put this dirty mouth back on your cock!” His hips pick up, ramming the last of his energy straight through me. His cock is so hard it pounds my pussy into submission, tenderizing me until I release my juices. I come hard, my pussy grinding uncontrollably as spasms of energy cycle through my body, ripping me apart until I'm exhausted. My pussy grabs daddy's cock and pulls his seed out, sitting down on him as he unloads his own orgasm into my fragile body. I can feel him sputt

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

“Keeping quiet while I fuck this greedy little pussy on the phone with my wife. You’re going to be such a perfect slut for me.” He fucked me mercilessly until I came again, screaming his name. Only then did he pull out, still rock hard and glistening with my juices, and ordered me to clean up the dining room as if nothing had happened. The rest of the evening passed in a haze of tension. I finished my duties on shaky legs, pussy sore and dripping, while Derick watched me like a predator. At 10:30 pm, just as I was about to retreat to my small servant’s quarters on the ground floor, his text lit up my phone.

My hands are holding a completely transparent, ultra-tight black lace bodysuit, slit open down the center to expose a male's chest and lower v-line, complete with a sickeningly soft, white furry bunny tail stitched directly onto the exposed asset lining. "That greedy old scumbag Cedron!" I hiss under my breath, my beast pacing inside my chest with homicidal rage. He didn't just send his biological son to negotiate a trade contract; he explicitly stripped my male body down to be used as a hyper-sexualized, erotic plaything for David Duskbane’s raw carnal desires.

Both of them moaned into their forbidden kiss, their tongues dancing as more pussy cream dripping down their thighs. "Fuck, that's hot," groaned Dad. "Two twin sluts to play with!" CRACK! --ACK! "Which one do you want to fuck, son?" Dad glanced at me as he drew off his shirt. "Um, the one on the right, I guess," I groaned. The one that had "Bareback Only" tattooed on her. "Does it matter?" "Nope," Dad said as he started unfastening his pants. "Don't be shy. Get that cock out. These sluts want it." He pulled his dick out.

“Marcus… she’s right inside.” “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it?” He pressed the finger deeper, just the tip, stretching me teasingly. I had to lock my knees to stay upright. The forbidden thrill sent a fresh gush of wetness over his hand. “My girlfriend’s daughter dripping for her stepdaddy’s cock while she makes salad.” The word *stepdaddy* hit me like a spark. I whimpered softly, pushing back against his finger. He chuckled darkly and pulled away just as Mom stepped outside.

Slipping two fingers between her slick, puffy lips, she started bucking against her hand while she pumped her fingers in and out of her burning pussy. Unbeknownst to Sylvia, the doctor had recently reduced the dosage of her father's pain medication. He was still pretty drugged, but not as completely out as he had been. He had just dosed off after his mid-day dosage, when his daughter pulled his sheet off. He was about to ask her what she was doing, when she wrapped her hand around his erect cock. Oh fuck! I must be dreaming, he thought. His daughter was sexy as hell and was primarily responsible for his cock being erect anyway. Staring at her round tits and firm ass everyday, while she moved

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

Etcetera. "Anything but his name." The woman sighed deeply and produced a small, blue slip of paper from one of her desk drawers. Kiersey didn't care if it bothered her she wanted nothing with the sperm donor. It was none of her business, after all. The woman produced a pair of pink-framed reading glasses and slipped them on with one hand, clearing her throat. "He's has dark red hair and black eyes. He was twenty eight as at the time he made the donation—"