Erotic Family Stories Novels & Stories

Cassandra blushed; she also cursed her stupidity, which did not prevent Eric from being carried away by the touch of his hand. "Casey, I'm sorry. It was really out of my control. I was very stupid because I couldn't control my lust. But believe me, I didn't plan to do anything perverted to you. I love you, and I respect you. I won't tarnish our relationship with things, something we couldn't do before we got married." Yes, Eric is indeed a man who firmly believes that there is no sex before marriage. Rossy never said this to Eric. However, when Eric was young, his mother often said that she and his father had sex after they got married because his father was a good man who respected women wi

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

I never had sex with anyone until I finished high school. Why is that? I come from a very complicated background, but for the sake of time, I’ll simplify it for you. My mother came from a very conservative family, but she was the wild one. She did all the things you wouldn’t expect from such a family, like dying her hair, wearing bold clothing, and sneaking out at night to go God knows where. Well, until she turned eighteen and showed up pregnant with me. Apparently, her parents were too furious and kicked her out. My dad denied me, too, so Mom didn’t have a place to go.

she explained, her face lighting up. She launched into a quick summary — something about a guy secretly in love with a girl who doesn’t know it yet, complicated family drama, forbidden glances, and all that romantic tension. She was animated as she talked, gesturing with her hands, and I found myself actually interested. The story sounded engaging enough that I nodded along. We settled in to watch. A few minutes later, Rose casually laid her head on my lap, getting comfortable like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.” That night I went home, got into bed, and fantasized about Eva, on her knees sucking my cock, I squeezed and stroked my balls for a few minutes and my thick cock reached its full 7 inches. I stroked it hard for about 30 seconds and blew a tremendous load into my foreskin, licking my fingers carefully, enjoying the taste of my own cum, another story I may share in the future. A couple of days later Eva sent me a text inviting me over, “the kids haven’t seen their Uncle Frank in ages.”

“Victoria. This isn’t. “Save it.” She held up a small silver key identical to the one he’d given me. “I’ve had one for years. The last planner? Sweet girl. She fell for the same lines. The same cock. The same promises.” My stomach dropped. Victoria walked closer, calm as ever. “The families don’t do ‘arranged marriages’ for business anymore, Lucas." "They do them for control. And the real alliance isn’t between our families it’s between you and me. We keep each other’s secrets. We provide the perfect image. And when one of us wants a toy…” Her eyes flicked to me.

Especially incest literature. I found all kinds of stories about taboo love and sexual relationships. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons. Aunts and nephews. And even some gay stories. But most of all, the topic my daddy clearly had the highest volume of, were father-daughter stories. That intrigued me no end. I found myself getting hyper-absorbed in every erotic incest story I read. I couldn't stop myself. I must have read nearly a dozen different stories those two mornings. And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched.

Thunder swallowed my scream. He thrust through it, savage now. "Take it!" Roared, spilling deep. Hot jets flooded my womb, pulse after pulse. Filled me full, overflowing, dripping out. But he didn't pull out. Stayed buried, cock plugging his cum inside. Rolled us careful, me on top now, still chained. His arms wrapped me, hands on my ass. "All night like this, niece. Plugged and bred." Rain pounded endless. He shared stories slow, voice rumbling in his chest. "Family curses run deep. Great-grandpa bred his sister, started the line. Madness followed—killings, secrets. But it binds us."

She then went on to entertain us with the erotic story of how she had been brought into the taboo folds of the already-incestuous family during a vacation to a clothing-optional Caribbean beach resort. When she was done with her hot taboo story, which included the family acting out a babysitter fantasy, I was glad that I was wearing black slacks, because my swollen dick was drooling down my leg. I looked down at Joe's crotch, and could easily see that he was having the same reaction ... just more obviously in his khaki slacks. I could tell from the way that Holly was shifting her weight that her pussy was likely tingling and wet from the steamy story, as well.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”