Father Daughter Incest Confessions Novels & Stories

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

My dad said, almost yelled. "She would never do such things." He screeched furthermore and maintained his eye contact with me with a smile. My dad trusted me. It was more than enough for me. "Wow, just wow. You don't believe, I don't give a damn fuck about that. Who might knows, she would have pleasured to you too with her warm mouth. Tell me, how much you enjoyed that sick incest pleasure from your daughter?" Ernest sneered at my dad, and I gasped at his words for me and my dad's sacred relationship.

“I spoke less. Let him talk. Let him guide the moment. He was… professional. Controlled. Kind, even. Nothing about it felt violent or wrong in the way people imagine those places to be.” He stopped. “And that’s what terrifies me most.” His friend frowned. “You slept with him.” “Yes,” Greg said. “Once.” “Just once?” “Yes.” The room felt tighter now, not because of shock, but because of how cleanly the truth had been laid out. His friend stared at him. “And now that same man is engaged to your daughter.” “Yes.” “And they’ve been together for four years,” his friend added slowly. Kassy’s father nodded. “Four.”

David's tone was slightly icy. "I didn't ask for a one night stand. She is not able to make a..." He dared to say without hesitation in front of a father about his daughter. "How dare you! Rascal!. shame on you." he grabbed him by the collar. "How dare she? She destroyed my family. My wife was pregnant with a four month child. She was so eager to sleep with me." He roared like a Tiger and played a video on his mobile. "Yes!... I... killed... her I killed my sis" She confessed her guilt to prosecutors and a drop of tear fell on the table.

NEW STORY TITLE: "I'm going to fuck you, Daddy. (Incest?Taboo) Dad gets blindsided by his daughter's seduction. But what he doesn't know is his ex-wife is helping her. Some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and of course dad/daughter. Enjoy! >>>>>>>> Preparing for a week's stay, from one coast to the other, in my ex-wife's house has a certain country song twang to it.

"Do not be dramatically official with me. You are the daughter of the woman I loved. So I do love you as well." Flora felt nausea. He is not ashamed of saying he is okay with desiring a girl you see as a daughter. Of course, given the f*cked up situation she is in, she couldn't throughout a tantrum. She rests reasonably as much as possible. But deep inside she was cursing. Why God doesn't allow her to meet one normal man in her life? A maniac, a psycho, and one into incest! How glorious!

My next neural misfire was 'Did I pack enough condoms to do all these girls I've been promising to fuck since I got here? "Estere Abed," the thinly-veiled applicant to be the mother of my first child introduced herself. I was at my father's funeral, I'd been hit with the realization that my incestuous aunts are going to emasculate the uncle I'd just met before they kill him, and I was talking to a woman with skin the color of well-seasoned Oak, eyes as dark as expresso-roasted coffee beans (so deeply brown they were almost black), a pale turquoise, virtually transparent pretend-burqa, with inner, skimpy clothing bits keeping her barely street-legal and visualizing what our daughter would loo

He points at Ciro. "If it’s yours... it’s fine. It’s healthy. It’s a Vitale heir." He points at Spadino. "If it’s yours... it’s fine. It’s a miracle." He points at himself. His hand shakes. "But if it’s mine..." He chokes on the words. "If it’s mine... it is my father’s daughter carrying my father’s son’s child." He says it. He speaks the abomination into existence. "It is incest," he whispers. "It is a monster."

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

she murmured to herself in a soft broken voice as she kept scratching a handful of her hair— her chest heaving up and down. “What do I do? I can't possibly tell Dad about it, right? He’ll feel very bad and might end up in a dilemma. Who impregnated his own daughter?” She felt a heavy rock weigh on her chest at her last question, making it incredibly difficult for her to breathe. Her tears broke loose and she willingly allowed them to stream down her cheeks freely. In her mind, she thought that she'd eventually implicated her father. She'd successfully coerced him into her lecherous tale when the poor young man had tried his logical best to strain from the taboo.