Father And Son Erotica Novels & Stories

He growled, pulling out a little so I could see it glistening before he pushed it back in, deep. "Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!" I moaned as he groaned,grabbing my breast as they swayed on my chest. Then he squeezed, as he leaned over, planting a hard kiss on my lips. "That's right, baby girl, take Daddy's big cock. Oh those fucking tits..." he said as he slapped them, thrusting deeper and deeper, "mmm hell yeah, so gorgeous!" "Yes daddy, don't stop, don't fucking stop," I pleaded, feeling the tickle between my legs rising to an impossible hum.

Jax breathed, his voice rough and shaky like he was barely holding on. “She’s actually taking all of us.”Mike grunted as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding against the others. “It’s dripping everywhere, Kane. Look at this fucking mess.” His words sounded raw, almost amazed. Inside my head everything was a storm. Shame burned through me so strong I wanted to cry and hide, but at the same time this deep, needy ache kept growing. They're not just my dad's bestfriends but my bestfriends father. I felt disgusting for wanting it, for letting them use me like this, but I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching and getting even wetter around them.

“Father? What—” “Ohhhh dear, you are so attractive,” I murmured. “I can't control myself when it comes to you.” “Your son—” “Shhh, he’s fucking sleeping,” I whispered. “Allow his father to take care of your little pussy.” “Yes— father— fuck me!” I pulled out of her pussy. “Spread your legs,” I ordered, dropping to my knees below her legs and starting to eat her pussy. Fuck! She tasted like sin. “Ohhh God—” she cried out softly, her hips swirling against my face. “Yes, like that, father!”

"Not him. Me. Say it." "Yours, Daddy. I'm yours—" The orgasm hit me hard, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I came in silence, biting the pillow, my husband's father's name on the tip of my tongue. Shame flooded in immediately after. What the hell was wrong with me? This was Ethan's father. My father-in-law. Family. But God, I couldn't stop myself. Every time I saw David, the fantasies got worse. More detailed. More desperate.

The drag of his cock against my walls makes me give in, I throw my head back and that’s when I see him. My stepson is at the door. He’s watching me get drilled by his father with his own cock in his hand. My orgasm rocks my body and I scream out, this time it isn’t just a show…it’s real. The father is fucking my pussy with vigor; the son is watching with equal passion. As I cum, Julius makes a whimpering sound that catches his father’s attention. “You’re here” Victor says, still fucking me while addressing his son, he’s not phased by his son seeing him like that.

“Pathetic little slut. You love how I dominate you, right?” She tried to nod, but he shoved himself back into her mouth before she could answer. Her throat convulsed, gagging hard as he pressed deeper. Her eyes watered more, her nails biting into his thighs as she fought for balance. Daniels groaned. “And your father. Do you know what he thinks? He thinks his sweet daughter is working hard. That she’s focused. That she’s catching up on lessons.” He rammed deeper, balls slapping against her chin. “But if he could see you now? If he could see you drooling, choking, and crying with my dick halfway down your throat. I'm sure he would lose his fucking mind.”

Sharing Dad's Cóck (9) I froze. I had been fúcked before but it was always missionary style. This pounding, desperate séx between Laurel and my dad was something else entirely. It was hardcore. Raw. Laurel was groaning between thrusts, each sound cutting into me. Her voice rose and fell, as every breathy moan was echoed with words that made my stomach flip. Evert damn time she grunted, she encouraged him, telling him exactly what to do.

“Elena there are things I never wanted you to find out. Things I buried because they didn’t matter anymore.” “Clearly, they do.” He looked down at the folder and finally opened it. The photos were spread out like ghosts. “This was before I ever knew you,” he began. “Your father he ruined my family.” Her breath caught. Sebastian continued, voice rough. “When I was twenty-two, my father owned a string of real estate ventures across Europe. Your father, he was already a tycoon. They made a deal. A handshake deal. But your father turned on him. Fed him to the wolves. Bankruptcy. Media humiliation. My father died two years later of a heart attack. Alone. Bitter. And I swore” He paused, eyes flick

My father’s gentle smile was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments before. Seriously? So I am the only downer here who won't get what she wants. I scoffed and quietly strode towards them. My eyes remained fixed on the lady, and I couldn’t help but keep my mouth wide open as I saw her intimate with my father. Her lips were pressed against my father's, and he responded with equal fervor, completely oblivious to my presence. So he has a girlfriend in Paris, huh? Way to go, Father; only you deserve happiness.

And then they both moved. It was a synchronized, devastating rhythm. Arthur thrust into her ass, a slow, claiming penetration, while Daniel filled her pussy fast and hard. She was stretched beyond belief, filled in both holes, a double fucking that sent shocks of pleasure through her entire body. The friction, the fullness, the sheer obscenity of it pushed her towards a climax that felt like detonation. “Fuck her ass, Dad,” Daniel encouraged, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Make her scream.” Arthur groaned, his pace in her asshole picking up, matching his son’s rhythm. The bed rocked. Jessa’s world narrowed to the slam of their bodies, the slap of skin, the crude, beautiful words pouring from