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he answers. "Do you want to fuck Susan?" I ask, wondering at the implications of this. I don't trust Dad but he can hardly object to me fucking Mom if he's fucking my sister. I wonder what Susan will think of this. "I always thought incest was for sick fucks who couldn't get it up with normal women but Susan looks so damn fuckable in that video. Hell, I don't think I could ever seriously consider fucking my own daughter but I damn sure want to hang onto that DVD," he says excitedly.

My father laughed, "I guess that's true." I got a brief reprieve as I continued to willingly submit to this act of incest. Another orgasm was undeniably rising in me as I bounced back on my dad's big cock, wishing the box wasn't in the way, yet thankful it was hiding my identity. What would he say if he knew he was fucking his daughter? What would Dwayne say if he knew I was not only sucking off his father, but fucking my own? The whole ordeal was fucked up, yet I couldn't deny the ultimate pleasure that was coursing through me. "God, I forgot how great it was to get a blow job!" my father-in-law moaned.

“Suck your stepfather’s cock clean like the filthy family cumslut you are. Use that tongue. Taste every drop of your own cunt and my load mixed together. Mommy is going to fuck that freshly creampied pussy now and stretch it even wider for the cult.” Elena did not wait even a single second. She lined up the enormous dildo and thrust it into my cum-filled cunt in one long powerful stroke, forcing Marcus’s thick load to squelch and splash out around the sides of the toy and drip onto the altar below. The mix of my juices and his warm cum made the wettest, most obscene squelching sounds with every hard pump as she started fucking me fast and deep. She gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me

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.

"I never realised my own daughter was such a fucking whore. Let me feel those tits." He pulled and pinched her tits as she rode him harder. Neither one of them could speak any more. They were both panting hard as their incestuous fuck got faster and faster. Finally Gretchen grinded her clit against her daddy and cried out as she had her second orgasm from her daddy's cock. This time he couldn't resist the quivering cunt around his shaft and he grunted out loud as he started shooting his cum right into his daughter's womb. Gretchen collapsed on top of daddy and they lay like that for a few minutes, daddy's cock in Gretchen's cunt, catching their breath. "Gretchen," daddy said and kissed her d

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

It was about the people we loved, the family we protected, and the bonds we refused to let break. Later, after the girls had fallen asleep, Lucian, my father, and I sat in silence. The house smelled faintly of smoke, sweat, and fear—a scent I would never forget. My father held the recording device, replaying the villain’s voice one last time. Every confession, every cruel detail, every justification for his obsession with me… it was all there, preserved as evidence, as proof of what we had survived. “I can’t believe he…” my father’s voice trailed off, tears streaking his face. “I never wanted you to see this. I never wanted any of this to touch your life.”

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

not "Dad." "She is an adult now," Daniel said, shrugging. "She realizes now that mistakes happen. The choices I made back then... they can happen to anyone. Even to her." The words were like poison. He was justifying himself to our daughter. He was making his betrayal sound normal, acceptable. "Like father, like daughter," I said quietly, the truth of it making me feel sick.