Daddy Incest Story Novels & Stories

“I need to feel you. Need to remind myself you’re alive. That you’re mine.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, gasping. “Daddy…” “That’s right,” he growled, voice dark. “Call me Daddy while I remind you who owns this pretty little body.” He unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down along with my panties. I kicked them off, now completely naked on top of him. His fingers found my already soaked pussy and slid two thick digits inside me without warning.

“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.

“Yes, Daddy.” He scooped his left hand under my ass and between my cheeks, pressing his fingers against the jewel-based plug. Then he tugged on it, trying to pull it free, except I clenched to keep it where it was, which was hard because of the super slick lube I’d used. “Daddy,” I said in an urgent whisper while shooting a look in Jeff’s direction. My older brother was still asleep, oblivious to the incestuous act happening a few feet away from him.

"Can you let me finish cleaning you while Daddy paces the halls, looking for his rival?" He didn't wait for an answer. He opened his mouth and sealed it over my nipple again. The sounds were muffled now, restrained, but no less intense. He was brutal, his tongue working furiously, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, all while the shadow of his father walked past the door, oblivious to the incestuous feast happening inches away. "Mine," he mouthed against my skin, the word was silent but clear. "All mine." ————— My mind snapped back to the present so hard I thought I’d pass out.

My Reagan took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it pleasurably, this inflicted some feral sensation to run down my body. Hidalgo was spewing hundred of kisses on my shoulder, his other hand grabbing and pressing my butt and he spank me hard. "Ah!" I screamed wildly but Mr. Reagan clashed his lips on my mine, shutting me up from the pain his son had invented on me. Then, he roamed his ragged hand smoothly to my thigh and he was now trying to feel my pussy. "No!" I whimper hesitantly, my father in law lips were still kissing me violently while I wriggled in his son's arms.

She flicked her tongue around the tip, then slowly pressed his dick against her cheek, smearing the warmth and his pre-cum along her jawline. “Fuck, Chloe.” His voice was strangled, almost pleading, and it only made her want to make him beg harder. She looked up at him, “I want you to cum in my mouth Daddy,” she said, and without warning, took him fully back into her mouth, swallowing until her nose was crushed against his stomach. His body shook so violently she thought he might collapse, but she didn't stop. Neither would he let her. She choked when he hit the back of her throat, her hands holding onto his hips to steady herself as he jerked in her mouth.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit incestuous content between an adult daughter and her father, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral sex, virginity loss, and daddy kink elements. CHAPTER ONE "What is it, honey?" my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red. "N-nothing, Daddy," I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room--err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought.

DAY. JESSIE LIO sits with a bubbly, adorable one-year-old with a matching pair of brown eyes. He fixes his plain blue onesie as the boy gurgles noisily as he grabs at Jessie's face. Jessie looks up when the muffled voices of his mother and a man fill the house. A door slams, and in walks a gangly, angry Caucasian man. He wears a dirty tank top and ripped denim jeans a few years too young for him. Even his ridiculous ponytail casts a shadow of self-neglect.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

He watched my face the entire time, those grey eyes missing nothing. "Does your daddy know what a good little slut you are?" he asked conversationally, like he wasn't balls-deep inside me. "Does he know his innocent daughter takes four cocks every Friday night?" "No," I sobbed. "He doesn't know—" "That's right. This is our secret. Our dirty little secret." His pace increased. "Come for me, Ashlynn. Come on Daddy's cock." I did, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me again.