Father Daughter Erotica Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit incestuous content between an adult daughter and her father, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral sex, virginity loss, and daddy kink elements. CHAPTER ONE "What is it, honey?" my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red. "N-nothing, Daddy," I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room--err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought.

Soon, knowing that she was close to the point of no return, she told her daughter to lie on her back on the carpet. Both women were highly aroused, their pussies were crying out for the touch of each other's tongues. Fiona raised the hem of her daughter's skirt and lowered face onto her pretty little cunt. With her knees either side of her daughter's head, she lowered her own cunt onto Annabelle's mouth. Instantly, their tongues and lips were gliding over each other, slipping and sliding into folds and crevices. They gripped each other's buttocks, and with their mouths sucking and their tongues probing, mother and daughter felt their orgasms rising simultaneously.

He pressed heavily on my pussy, that I didn’t know when I started slowly humping on his fingers, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. His tone dropped, that his other hands had gone moving upwards. To my tits, I was turning breathless with everything which his fingers, eyes and presence were doing to me. “You know you have a beautiful body, right?” I found myself shaking my head at his question. He smiled, “And the one thing which I can’t overlook is you lusting after me. I’m your father, and you’re my daughter, so what you are doing isn’t right.”

Just remembering the first time when I reached my hand for my cock as I watched them in the forest made me feel like I was burning in longing. Even Leo insisted we wouldn’t harm anyone if we gave into the idea. Been there, done that, best jerk-off session in my life. I really fucking wouldn’t mind repeating the experience. At least I thought I didn’t, until I watched Lucius’ thumb flick over Eden’s nipple through the fabric of her dress. Eden moaned into their kiss and I swear, I was about damn ready to blow my load then and there. The sounds that woman could make were both filthy and inviting at the same time. It wasn’t enough that she was breathtakingly beautiful, no. And on top of it all

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

I said, raising my voice a little bit higher. "Let it spill, in fact I'm waiting for it to pop out, my hands are ready for cover up," he replied flexing his fingers, licking his lips. I felt more embarrassed than before, my father would have killed him for that statement he uttered, lucky him that this isn't the mafia world. He would have been dead. As if Colleen realized my predicament she stretched her hands forward to her dad, and he retrieved her slightly brushing my nipple with his arms intentionally. I shivered at the touch, or was it the cold. This was really getting intense.

His fingers found me bare and wet again. "Such a good girl," he murmured. "Now bend over. I want to fuck you while my daughter sleeps twenty feet away." I bent over the fence, ass out. He thrust into me from behind, filling me deep. "Fuck, David," I moaned softly. "Your daughter’s right inside." "Exactly." He pounded into me hard. "Tell me how it feels getting fucked by your best friend’s dad while she sleeps." "So wrong," I gasped. "But I love it. Harder, please."

I felt like a soul already damned—addicted, filthy, and craving the man who was supposed to guide me to heaven but instead dragged me deeper into hell. He was waiting. The moment I stepped behind the thick red curtain, Father Elias grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the stone wall. His cassock was already open, his massive priest cock rock-hard and angry. “You came back, you disgusting little stepdaughter whore,” he growled, voice low but vibrating with unholy hunger. “Even knowing the entire congregation will be sitting just feet away on the other side of this curtain. Does that make your cunt throb?” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned as he shoved three thick fingers brutally into my soak

“I denied having my wolf.” Aliana grew silent, her eyelids lowered, covering up the depth of emotions rising in between her dark eyes. “Do you.. hate your dad?” she asked softly, combing down her daughter hair. Ana didn’t answer for a long time, once again remembering the scene from downstairs a while ago. She fidgeted, looking at her mother who also stared back at her. “If he is so capable of that warmth, that warm smile, that gentle and joyous affection..” Ana eyelashes moved down, suppressed tears coming out, her lips trembling.