Romans & histoires Daughter Father Sex Stories

I am just confused about this thing, and the idea of men lotterying around different pussy in town. I have asked my mom this several questions she will be unable to answer me, because according to her story, she was a good lover of my father, I think she has a deep time crush on my dad before it result to marriage, but what happened, with her love for my father, he still mess the lady's heart and was cheating carrying girls up and down doing life of no value, paying for sex when you have free sex mate at home, men must be something else I can not just imagine their thoughts of been like that.

and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me."

"Oh, Aria... I didn't expect you." My voice shook, I said to myself, clearly. "Papa is back?" And a little voice said and a little boy ran out,slumbery, eyed and holding a stuffed toy. Not a baby. “Oh hi Aria, since you’re here, you may as well meet our FIVE years old son.” Selene said, emphasizing on the word “Five.” Damien didn't deny it. My knees went weak. "Five years..." I whispered. Five years you have been cheating on me?

“You let some random boy put his hands on you like this? On my baby girl’s beautiful tits?” The crude word coming from my father’s mouth made my pussy clench hard and a fresh rush of wetness slick my thighs. I should have stepped back. I should have grabbed the towel. But I didn’t. I stood there completely naked, letting my own father fondle my breast while his eyes burned into mine. “It was just sex, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breathy and unsteady. “Nothing serious. Just a quick hookup.”

Christian stood, walking past my mother as he made his way to the bedroom. Then I stood, staring directly at my mother, her lips curving as she motioned for me to go ahead. Speechless, I moved, or rather, my feet moved.Christian was seated on the bed, only in his briefs. "Honey, why don't you fuck my daughter just as hard as you've been fucking her these past few days? Only difference is, this time around, I watch and I call the shots." My mother said, as she reclined into the seat, crossing her legs.

“So, are you going to tell me who your fantasy lover is? Is it someone I know? Hmm? What’s she like? It is a she, I hope. You haven’t gone gay on me, have you?" Well, my Dad certainly wasn’t pulling any punches, I thought. He’d come right out with his confession, and I was both proud of him, and a little intimidated at the same time. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?” my Dad softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.