Father And Son Erotica Novels & Stories

And the closeness—too close, too tempting—made my chest ache in a way I didn’t want to think about. “I’m trying,” he finally whispered, voice low and rough. “Trying not to—” He cut himself off. “Not to what?” I pressed, stepping even closer. “Tell me, Jace.” “Not to lose control.” There it was. The confession I’d been daring him toward, and yet it made my stomach twist. Because as much as I wanted him, I knew the consequences. We were forbidden—both of our fathers would explode if they found out. I smiled softly, letting my forehead rest against his arm. “Then maybe losing control isn’t the worst thing.”

I wanted nothing more than to keep his flavor on me. I undid his belt, began on his fly. He froze me with a slow look, then peeled off his trousers and boxers, keeping his gaze locked on mine. Heat flooded me at the sight of his cock; my eyes lingered, maybe a bit too long. The anticipation of him inside me was almost unbearable. The father was far superior to the son, without question. He scooped me up, my legs winding around his waist, and carried me to the carpet by the fire. The flames licked at our skin, casting highlights across his bare shoulders. He moved with effortless strength, every kiss and shift charged with an intensity that robbed me of resistance.

" Don't baby, don't do that get some lotion or something I want you to kill my asshole from behind “ He smiled as he got an oil cream and soothed it on his cock. I smiled, taking off my clothes bit by bit. Till I was left with nothing but of course myself. He licked his lips and moved his both hands rhythmically. I bent down fully displaying my asshole as he thrusted from behind. I gasped for breath. “Babe you're so big" Bigger than usual. " That's because I walked on myself baby, I'd make sure to fuck you till you're begging “he grinned as he held my waist bringing it closer to himself. I took in a deep breath as he thrusted hard again inside me. Fuck! " You like it babe?”he asked me out lo

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

“Oh God, Father… you are so thick. It feels so wrong but so good. Fuck me. Please.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping the sheets. “Father! Yes… fuck your daughter. Harder. I need it.” His hips snapped forward, pounding into me with deep, relentless strokes. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. “You are mine, Evelyn,” he groaned, one hand reaching around to squeeze my breast. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” “I belong to you, Father,” I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “I am yours. Fuck me like I am yours. Do not stop.”

Tears pricked her eyes, but she relaxed her jaw, taking as much as she could while he held her head in place. “Fuuuck, that’s it. Good fucking girl,” he groaned, voice rough. “Look at you, on your knees for a man old enough to be your father. Your real daddy would lose his shit if he saw his precious daughter gagging on my dick like a filthy slut.” He started fucking her mouth in earnest—long, deep strokes that made obscene wet sounds fill the room. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits as he used her. Lila moaned around his thickness, one hand slipping between her own legs to rub her throbbing clit.

I love the way he tastes, the way he grinds my v*gina, and raising my legs up like the communion; he makes me cum in holy books. It was more than lust now; it was terror and comfort braided together so tightly I couldn’t tell them apart. He was the son of the man who had likely ordered my father’s death. And yet when he touched me, the world felt almost bearable; I could forget anything at the sight of the rising and falling of his banana.

He just cummed, and his thing was still bursting with white stuff that couldn't be fully contained by her wonderful feminine tool. "Look at the semen that drips down, my daughter." Christine really looked behind. The father firmly held her behind in place, her pristine white thighs became clouded by tainted juices. She bit her lips. The addictive feeling truly consuming her. Her lustful eyes met his father's who laughed and resumed the immoral activity. Night came, and the two of them were now fully naked but was still continuing the insane passion for sexual venting. "Christine! Christine! You're my slut! Your mother is nothing compares to you. You're my slut! My daughter is a slut!"

I stood completely naked in front of my best friend’s father, nipples hard, pussy already glistening. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, palming his cock through his shorts. “Perfect tits. Tight little body. And that pretty pussy dripping for a man old enough to be your father.” The taboo words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. He stripped quickly, shirt gone, shorts dropped, revealing a thick, heavy cock that curved slightly upward. It was bigger than I expected, veined and already leaking precum at the tip. He stroked himself once, watching me. “On the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”