Father And Son Erotica Novels & Stories

Slowly, I looked into her eyes. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” I asked. She nodded and gently placed my head on her shoulder. “Talk to me,” she said softly. “Sebastian Whitmore,” I whispered. “Sebastian Whitmore.” “He’s Xavier’s father.” “No!” I suddenly stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I held my face in disgust, rubbing my arms in anger. “What have I done?” “No!” “This can’t be!” Vanezza walked closer. “Who’s Xavier?” she asked.

He had listened to Chrissy beg, watched her squirt, and paid to push her deeper every single night. Disgust and heartbreak slammed into me. This was sick. My dad had been jerking off to my girlfriend behind the screen, paying to ruin her. Chrissy’s eyes flew open. She was still filled with two cocks. “Your dad…? He’s the one who’s been paying?” Dad smiled and stroked his cock. “That’s right, sweetheart. Call me Daddy while I fuck you proper.” I felt my chest tighten. Rage mixed with something colder. My father climbed onto the bed. The strangers moved aside. He pushed Chrissy onto her back and drove straight into her cum-soaked pussy with one hard thrust. She moaned loud and wrapped her legs

he demanded, pounding me senseless. “You do, Daddy!” I moaned into his palm. “You own every inch of me. I’m your collared breeding whore. Please… give me more. Fill me until it leaks during prayer.” He reached around and rubbed my clit furiously. “Then take it, vessel. Take the last load before you go pretend to be holy.” I came so hard my vision went white, screaming silently against his hand as my pussy spasmed violently around him. Father Lucian buried himself deep and exploded, pumping jet after jet of hot, thick cum into my overflowing womb.

He ground his hips flush against mine, the heavy friction sending a wicked jolt of pleasure straight to my already sensitive, aching core. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he panted heavily against my skin, his hands moving up to cup my bare breasts underneath the shirt. His thumbs flicked ruthlessly over my hardening p*aks, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips. I was losing my mind. I was betraying the King in his own hallway, submitting to his wild, chaotic son. Click. Clack. The sound of footsteps suddenly echoed at the far end of the dark corridor. Wyvern swore violently, tearing his lips away from my neck.

Soon her whimpers turn into moans and then groans as she found her rhythm. “Fuck daddy’s dick baby. Work that naughty slutty pussy over me.” Nola held on to my big shoulders, licked and kissed my neck, and whispered in my ear. “Daddy, why are you talking so dirty to me? Why are you saying such filthy things?” I pulled back so that she’d have to look at me. I grabbed her twerking ass and growled back. “Why are you fucking your mother’s husband? Why are you squeezing your horny heated pussy around your father’s dick? Letting your own daddy take your virginity. Bouncing your young sexy ass in my lap to get more of my horny meat inside your wet cunt.” Nola blush scarlet and tried to look away bu

With no heads up, he scooped me off the ground and tossed me on the bed. My eyes flared at the speed he used in discarding his briefs. He came for my clothes, taking them off in a swoop. His fingers played with my nub, driving me insane with moans. He was pumping his cock and seconds later, he was sliding into me. “Owww…” I moaned at his entry. He intertwined our hands, pinning them above my head. His weight had me trapped as he pounded my pussy. My gentle and laid-back father-in-law was a monster in bed. I noticed a little too late. There was nothing gentle in his thrusts. He was sending me to erotic hell with his brutal thrusts.

He quietly slipped his tongue off my hole, eyes locked on the person at the doorway. A guy my age stood there, striking resemblance to Elliot, same gray eyes, same sharp jaw. But Elliot didn’t seem scared; his body stayed relaxed under me. The guy didn’t look angry. He walked to Elliot, leaned in, and gave him a deep kiss on the lips—tongues visible and grazing my ass. He moaning softly. “Having fun without me, Dad?” Dad? I was stunned as the father and son kissed passionately. My cock twitched hard again at the taboo on display before me, leaking fresh pre-cum onto Elliot’s neck.

Letting his dick slip free from the grip of my thighs, I once again briefly lifted off him, peeled my drenched panties down to my ankles, and then promptly dropped myself onto his dick without any hesitation. As my brother's thick cock slid between my wet folds and pushed into the depths of my pussy, I couldn't contain the moan of raw pleasure that slipped free from my lips. "Everything okay back there still?" my dad called out. It was hard to hear him over the music, and I hoped it had done an equally good job at muting the undeniably erotic noise I'd just made. I had to wait for the fireworks going off in my head to finish before I was capable of a response. "Everything is perfect."

Every sensible thought immediately abandoned me, leaving behind nothing but silence and the terrifying awareness that I had been staring far longer than I should have. He walked into the bathroom standing right in front of me as he grabbed me harshly, holding me firmly. “Have you been staring at daddy’s cock?” His thick voice filled my head. I shaked my head as fear gripped me and before I could open my mouth he pulled me closer turning me back wards and next thing I felt was his fingers pulling my panties to the side as he slide in one of his fingers tugging my clits softly every path of me lost it.

"Did he take advantage of you?" "No." Dad exhales slowly, rubbing a hand across his face. "You answered those too quickly." "Because they're true." His eyes narrow slightly. "Sandra…...." "No." I shake my head before he can finish. "You asked for the truth, and that's exactly what I'm giving you." He leans back in his chair. "I need to know." "I know." "Then help me understand." His voice finally breaks. "Because from where I'm standing, this looks like a forty-three-year-old man falling in love with my daughter."