Dad Son Erotica Novels & Stories

he barked, "Didn't you want me to show you how to feel good? Touch your clit for me baby." I began to flick the sensitive bundle of flesh with my thumb, grinding my hips into the air while tears of frustration slipped from my eyes. I wanted to come so bad, but it just felt like something was stopping me. "Please daddy! It hurts so bad. I feel so empty." "You want my fingers? My mouth or my cock?" I peeked down at his now fully erect member leaking precum and began to salivate, "I want your cock inside me." He chuckled, "Well, only good girls get daddy's cock and you were a bad girl."

She joined her father in a spectacular shared orgasm. For Eric, it was not merely the fantastic physical and visual stimulation that made this moment so incredible. It wasn't even the taboo of fucking his daughter—he hadn't ever wanted that to happen. He had long been turned on by the idea of anal sex. His ex had only allowed him to do it three times, and she had managed to ruin it for him each time.

He had listened to Chrissy beg, watched her squirt, and paid to push her deeper every single night. Disgust and heartbreak slammed into me. This was sick. My dad had been jerking off to my girlfriend behind the screen, paying to ruin her. Chrissy’s eyes flew open. She was still filled with two cocks. “Your dad…? He’s the one who’s been paying?” Dad smiled and stroked his cock. “That’s right, sweetheart. Call me Daddy while I fuck you proper.” I felt my chest tighten. Rage mixed with something colder. My father climbed onto the bed. The strangers moved aside. He pushed Chrissy onto her back and drove straight into her cum-soaked pussy with one hard thrust. She moaned loud and wrapped her legs

His cologne had filled the room. With my back, I could feel his chiseled chest, he pressed on my tits, biting my neck. I felt his half-thick cock with my butt, my panties got ruined in seconds. There was a knock on my door again, it was my dad “Are you in there Jason?” asked my dad. While turning the knob of the door, Jason left me and turned to the door. Leading my dad out as he opened the door.

we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion "I am the actual son of Zues so I'm more qualified to be Emporer than someone who's bloodline is so diluted but if you hand over the crown right now no one will get hurt" he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet."

He turned and walked back toward his study without another word. I stood on the staircase, heart hammering, and realized with sick clarity that I'd gotten exactly what I wanted. He was jealous. And it felt even better and worse than I imagined. SIMON I sat behind my desk for forty minutes after she walked upstairs and did absolutely nothing. The folder was open in front of me. Numbers, projections, merger reports I had read four times in the last hour without retaining a single line. Ethan Mercer, David's son. Twenty-five, clean record, architecture student with a harmless smile and the kind of easy confidence that came from never having fought for anything seriously in his life.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I notice the tip of his shorts are a little wet, precum coating the thin fabric and making my fingers itch to touch him again. I want to take him into my mouth so much, but the fear that I might be no good at it, as I’ve never done that before, stops me. “Well, I’ve actually had a huge crush on you since I met you last summer.” He looks away, his eyes lowering like he’s shy. “Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me right now!” I laugh, my hips rocking again against his as I get more excited with every moment. “I’m serious, I almost even told your mother about it at some point but I was so scared she’d say you’re too young for me.”

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

When I did, I felt his hand slap my ass hard before grabbing my hips and pulling my body towards him. “If I am on my knees for this,” I said, wheezing, “you better make this ride worth my while.” His laugh rolled off like the bass drum in an orchestra. “You will be trembling in a minute, and I’d miss that sassy mouth of yours,” he said and rammed the shaft into my wet heat. “Oooooh, God!” I almost screamed at the intrusion, until the pain settled in and raw erotic sensations overtook my body. “Voice down, babe. You don’t want your father to find out that I am fucking his daughter in her closet.”