Father In Law Erotica Novels & Stories

His eyes glinted, filled with love as he said with a proud voice, “ That's my son.” Then he walked up to us, going behind Cecilia as he gave her a smack on her ass, saying with a heavy voice, “ You are such a slut.” She whimpered, trembling under his touch as I held her hair and my cock hardened with a grunt as I thrusted my waist, filling her mouth with my cock as I continued grunting. Fucking her mouth! “ Oh yes! That's it.. fuck her mouth.” My father grunted, his hands were on her ass. He groped them, squeezing and fondling with it like his life depended on it while he watched me fuck her mouth.

He runs his hands along my body as he begins easing himself into me from behind. “Three years, huh?” he moans as his hands reach for my bréasts. His face grazes mine and his lips fondle my ears. “These have gotten softer,” he refers to my bréasts in his hands. He begins fúcking me. “Have you been seeing other men?” “Yes, father,” I answer truthfully. That earns me a spank. “Oh!” It’s sharp. Another one comes before I recover from the first, and he picks up the pace of his depraved penetration of my pússy.

“Take Daddy’s cock. Take every fucking inch like the naughty little bride you are. Feel how deep I am inside you? Deeper than my useless son could ever reach. This pussy was made for me. Made to be fucked raw by your father-in-law while your husband snores next door like a pathetic drunk.” I was moaning helplessly beneath him, my body surrendering completely as my father-in-law fucked me on my wedding night — hard, deep, and perfect. Every powerful thrust made my full breasts bounce wildly, my sensitive nipples aching and tight. My pussy was creaming shamelessly around his cock, coating every inch of him in my slick arousal with every brutal stroke.

my father groaned as he rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples. I was too frustrated to care anymore. "Daddy, don't worry about trying to cum in my pussy! Just fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck your sexy little slut of a daughter!" I screamed, pressing his hands harder into my tits and then pulling his face close to mine, kissing him hard on the lips. I didn't care if it was wrong to be fucking my father, I was too horny to even pay attention. Now all I wanted was to be fucked by a nice cock. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as my father now began touching my body. He groped my lithe body and continued pounding in and out of my tight pussy. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as he took one of my ni

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

"I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters." "Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos," I demanded. "How come you always get an erection every time I'm around you now?" I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks. "But Steff," he protested. "Yes even now," I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me," I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

Tears pricked her eyes, but she relaxed her jaw, taking as much as she could while he held her head in place. “Fuuuck, that’s it. Good fucking girl,” he groaned, voice rough. “Look at you, on your knees for a man old enough to be your father. Your real daddy would lose his shit if he saw his precious daughter gagging on my dick like a filthy slut.” He started fucking her mouth in earnest—long, deep strokes that made obscene wet sounds fill the room. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits as he used her. Lila moaned around his thickness, one hand slipping between her own legs to rub her throbbing clit.

Can’t breathe. Three elderly men writhe on my bed: Wrinkled skin, grey hair, bodies that should repulse me but don’t. Their holes gape at the camera, tight and pale, and my cock responds before my mind catches up. They are moaning my name like a prayer, cum spurting from their cocks. “You like it.” Father’s voice drips with satisfaction. Not a question, a statement. “You’ve always hated me for knowing.” I force my hand away from my cock. “Now you’re offering this? What do you want?”

“I told you I don't love your father too.“ Then her voice broke. “It's just that… my body wanted him so much.“ I let out a bitter laugh. “Your body wants him so much?“ I repeated the word that only made me more enraged. “Did he touch you in ways no man has ever done before?“ She avoided my gazand that only meant that I was right. My father—the sex lord— must have touched her in ways that made nothing else mattered anymore. Not even my feelings. I continued, “How did he touch you?“ I sneered. “Tell me and I will touch you better than he did.“ My eyes dropped to her breasts. “Did he squeeze your breasts like paper?“ I screamed, frustration bubbling inside me. “Did he suckled your nipptit until

Loved feeling the power of him taking her in hand, dominating her, of watching him struggle to restrain the emotions she deliberately stirred up. Seizing her by her short locks, he forced her off her knees and onto the center of the bed. Moving onto her back, she watched as he pulled off his own pants and joined her. Her eyes traced every hardened sinew and every scar. There was evidence of bullet wounds and knife attacks. Father was a dangerous man. Her gaze lowered to his cock. The long, thick shaft looked almost obscene as it jutted out toward her. Yes, Father was a dangerous man. “Grab your legs and hold them up. Open yourself to me.”