Daddy Daughter Incest Story Novels & Stories

He swallows a sigh that nearly escapes his lips when he finally gets his release. Sylvia can't believe how much cum her daddy shot into her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing forever and it just kept coming. Finally, she'd sucked him dry and finished cleaning him up. She hurriedly changed his sheets before he woke up, removing the evidence of her incestuous escapade. Back in her room, lying on her bed, she relives the feeling of her pussy stretched around her daddy's massive cock. Rubbing her still engorged clit, she cums again by just thinking about how good it felt. She wishes he could have really fucked her, but she's pretty sure he would freak out if he knew what she's been doing.

“Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.” I rode him harder, faster, my ass bouncing frantically. One hand slipped between my legs to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. My second orgasm crashed through me within minutes—my pussy convulsing violently around him. Fresh cream gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls completely. I climbed off his still-raging erection with a wet pop, strings of my cum and his precum connecting us. With lust-fueled strength, I dragged his heavy, limp body down to the dark basement—the same place where he had effortlessly dominated and fucked me earlier as my forbid

“Please, Daddy… destroy me.” He obliged, pounding into me with controlled strength, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? Not that lying prick who couldn’t even breed you right.” His dirty words pushed me closer to the edge. Pain and pleasure blurred as he hit deep spots I didn’t know existed.

He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply. "What are you standing there for? Get on your knees and apologize to Henry!" Joyce froze. What did her father say? She was the precious daughter of the Foster family, born with a silver spoon and raised with privilege. Since when had she been disgraced like this? "I'm your daughter! How could you tell me to kneel to him?" "It's precisely because you're my daughter!" Terrence roared. "Henry's your fiancé, and you work together with an outsider to mistreat him? Who else are you going to kneel to, this fake 'daddy' of yours?!"

Gosh this girl, mum blushed and fish out of the living room covering her face, can't believe at this age mum is still shy "Come on darling I was having a nice time with your mother before you chase her" Daddy pouted "Ohh no daddy don't cry you know where to get your wife" I winked at him rushing out of the house "You kid…!" I heard Dad screaming after me but I was already out I smirk standing outside "Robert Declan, I'm coming for you"

“You’ve been aching for Daddy to ruin you, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned into his hand, legs wrapping tighter around him. “It’s yours… all yours.” He hit that perfect spot over and over, driving me closer to the edge. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me deeper. “Come for me,” he commanded in a low, rough whisper. “Come on Daddy’s cock, but stay quiet. Don’t let them hear what a dirty girl you are for me.” The orgasm slammed into me hard. My walls clenched violently around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me. I cried out against his palm, body shaking, back arching off the creaky bed.

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.”

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

he explained and steepled his fingers again. "We were the closest of age among our siblings with just a year difference, so we were close-knit." He cleared his throat again and adjusted in his seat. "Anyway, it happened around her fifteenth birthday or so. It was discovered my father had fathered a child outside. The girl's mother had died and she had decided to show face. She was exactly the same age as Core.

I tell him. Daddy pushes into me hard. He begins cumming inside my ass. I can feel his hot wet seed in my ass. While he is still hard inside my ass, he fingers my pussy and makes me cum again. “That was so good, daddy,” I say.