Father Daughter Erotica Novels & Stories

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

she whispered, the word a promise. Daniel’s touch became firm, possessive. He kneaded her breast, then leaned in, kissing her hungrily while his father still fucked her against the wall. The sensation was overwhelming—Arthur’s deep, relentless pounding, and Daniel’s mouth on hers, his free hand sliding down to where Arthur was thrusting. Daniel’s fingers found her slickness, traced the stretched rim of her pussy around his father’s cock. “So fucking wet,” Daniel groaned against her lips. “I want in.”

" I stood in between them trembling. Don't you ever speak to her like that! He sneered. "You can't stop me." My daughter, I said, turning to her. "Please, go to your room, baby. Everything's okay." Her eyes were open wide with hurt, as she looked at me and her father. "Dad?" "Go!" I pleaded, a little, and had to smile. After a pause of indecision she fled, shutting her door behind her. I swung around to Damien, anger and hurt swirling within me. "She's your daughter!"

I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I couldn't deny the fact that every aspect of the father and daughter's steamy relationship was tweaking my hormones and making me incredibly horny. Another story I found was about a father who had taken something like a Viagra and then had an erection that was too strong. So his daughter ended up stepping in to help relieve him. That story was over the top sexy. She had to make him cum three times before he finally got soft! That story nearly made me have an orgasm just by reading it, without even touching myself. As I said, my father could write like a master!

"Cum for Daddy. Quiet." I shatter, my pussy gushing on his hand, ass clenching his finger. Stars burst. Guilt floods—I'm his daughter. Step? No, blood. Wrong. He pulls out, licks his fingers. "Good girl. Tomorrow, more. Now go to bed. Dream of Daddy's cock." I stumble inside, ass burning, pussy aching. Lisa smiles. "Trash done?" "Yeah." I flee upstairs, lock my door. Under covers, I rub my clit furiously, tasting forbidden sin. What have I started?

but what really got my cock up to speed in a hurry was when i happened to access the g****e file to see what shed been fishing for about six lines down i read that someone and it had to be laura had inquired about incest stories and lo and behold when i dug around deeper in the history file i saw that my darling daughter was reading erotic stories about fathers seducing their daughters i decided it was time to up the ante i didnt want to come on too strong to her despite my raging desire i wanted her to take things at her pace and for her to decide how far she wanted to go

She bit her lip hard, hands gripping the sheets, but every thrust forced little broken moans out of her. Her tits bounced with each powerful snap of his hips. My father leaned down, sucking on her nipples while he fucked her harder, whispering more filthy praise against her skin. “You’re such a good little slut for me… creaming all over my cock while my daughter sleeps down the hall.” I couldn’t breathe. But the worst part — the part that made shame burn through me — was that I was getting wet. My pussy throbbed as I watched them. My father’s strong body moving over Lila, the way she was taking him so deep, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. It was wrong. So fucking wrong.

When I did, I felt his hand slap my ass hard before grabbing my hips and pulling my body towards him. “If I am on my knees for this,” I said, wheezing, “you better make this ride worth my while.” His laugh rolled off like the bass drum in an orchestra. “You will be trembling in a minute, and I’d miss that sassy mouth of yours,” he said and rammed the shaft into my wet heat. “Oooooh, God!” I almost screamed at the intrusion, until the pain settled in and raw erotic sensations overtook my body. “Voice down, babe. You don’t want your father to find out that I am fucking his daughter in her closet.”

"He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen." A middle-aged man stepped forward, a medical chart in hand. "My daughter, Yoana Carter, got swindled out of twenty-two thousand five hundred by Frank, and she was carrying his child. He pressured her into an abortion. After that, he cut her off completely. She's been battling depression and is currently in a psychiatric ward." One by one, they came forward, laying out their proof: screenshots of messages, bank transfer receipts, farewell letters...

Before I finish the moan she sinks down onto my cock and I am fully inside my daughter's wet pussy. "SHIT!" My daughter shouts as her shoulders shake. "Daddy!" I have no words to say. The only sounds coming from my mouth are pants and groans. Florence pulls off her shirt and throws it by her shorts. She rocks her hips back and forth while I match her thrusts. I'm inside my daughter on the bed I share with my wife. I feel like a cheat and a scoundrel somehow it makes it all more thrilling. My daughter's pussy is by far the wettest one I've experienced. I think I'm going to have to change the bedsheets after tonight. The liquid just flows from her pussy with every movement. My balls and genera