Family Erotica Novels & Stories

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

Her chest heaved with each breath she took, and her eyes traveled between closing and staying open. Her toes stiffened, and at some point, her mouth just stayed open with nothing but drool coming out of it. Penelope spread her legs even wider, and like a feral animal, she grabbed his head and pulled his face in closer to lick up the juices. I could never get enough of this. Most men would get jealous and maybe bash Dustin’s head in, but I wasn’t most men, I was Felix. A man whose greatest fantasy had been to watch another man fuck his wife until she was screaming his name, begging him to plunge his dick even deeper into her and breed her even though she knew damn well that the man wasn’t her

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

The fullness was overwhelming, filthy, perfect. “Relax, Ashley. Take it like the dirty sister-in-law you are,” He said, voice dripping with dominance. “You’re clenching so hard around my fingers. Bet Felix never touches this ass, does he? Never makes you feel like a proper whore.” I shook my head, moaning incoherently as he sped up. His fingers scissored inside me, stretching both holes wider. The soap made it all glide, slippery and nasty, bubbles popping against my sensitive skin.

“I think about your pussy and this cock all day. I can’t focus in class I touch myself in the bathroom thinking about you using me.” She growled and flipped me onto my hands and knees, slamming back inside from behind. The new angle hit even deeper, battering my cervix. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit furiously while the other gripped my hip, yanking me back onto every thrust. I was drooling onto the sheets, ass up like a bitch in heat. “Cum on it, Kiara. Make a mess on your stepmom’s fat cock baby.”

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad