Father In Law Erotica Novels & Stories

I turned the base so the curve pressed against her front wall and started fucking her with it in long, deliberate strokes while my other hand rubbed tight circles on her clit. “You’re going to come like this,” I told her. “Tied down in his room, full of glass and still full of my cum, while the screens play whatever I want.” She nodded frantically. I loaded another file, one I hadn’t seen yet. A different woman, blonde, bent over the same table Elena was on now. My father using a flogger on her ass until it was bright red, then fucking her while she sobbed into the leather. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room from the speakers.

With no heads up, he scooped me off the ground and tossed me on the bed. My eyes flared at the speed he used in discarding his briefs. He came for my clothes, taking them off in a swoop. His fingers played with my nub, driving me insane with moans. He was pumping his cock and seconds later, he was sliding into me. “Owww…” I moaned at his entry. He intertwined our hands, pinning them above my head. His weight had me trapped as he pounded my pussy. My gentle and laid-back father-in-law was a monster in bed. I noticed a little too late. There was nothing gentle in his thrusts. He was sending me to erotic hell with his brutal thrusts.

“Every time I stay over I have to remind myself you’re my son’s wife. Tonight I’m done reminding myself.” I let out a shaky breath. “You can’t say things like that. It makes me want things I shouldn’t, you're my father in law.” “Tell me what you want, forget the reality and just name your wants.” he said, ignoring my words. “I want you to touch me. Properly. I want to feel something that isn’t emptiness. I’m so tired of being ignored.” Without warning, he pressed my back against the wall. One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open.

“Eat your daughter-in-law's pussy. Yes, like that.” He stood up, taking his nightie off. “Do you want me to fuck you? You want your father-in-law's big cock?” “Yes… Yes… Father… please fuck me.” And when his cock finally pushed into me, I screamed. He was everything I hoped for, he was even bigger than my daddy. “Does that feel good…dear?” “Oh god… yesss…father,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “Your cock… ouchhhh… feels so fucking good in there… You have a wonderful cock.”

There have even been days when I, without shame, have imagined that he is the one I am riding while his son is the one fucking my pussy. He knows, Oliver knows the things I think about him and he plays with me using those thoughts, from the way he subtly touches me even with his son in the room, the way he had once ground his cock against my ass in public…feigning lack of space. Remembering that day makes my core heat up even more… My father-in-law to be is the most sexy man in the world, with his dark head of thick hair, his piercing eyes and his strong muscles, it is hard to believe that this man is in his early fifties.

The men cursed and followed one after another—flooding my pussy, my ass, my mouth—until I was overflowing with them. When they finally slowed, I collapsed onto the mattress in a sweaty, trembling heap. Cum leaked out of me onto the sheets. My voice was gone. My body felt used in the most complete way possible. But they still weren’t finished. My father-in-law stretched out beside me and pulled me against his chest like we had all the time in the world. His hand slid between my sticky thighs and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over my swollen clit. “One more,” he murmured against my temple. “Give us one more, and then we’ll talk about what happens next.”

“I can feel how hard and big you are, Father. Please… just once. Fuck me like the dirty sinner I am.” Father Elias groaned deeply, clearly fighting a losing battle. His hand came up and wrapped around my throat, not choking me yet, but holding me firmly against the wooden wall. “You are a temptress,” he growled, his holy mask cracking. “Coming into God’s house with no panties, dripping for cock. You want to be fucked in the confession booth like a whore?” “Yes,” I moaned, stroking his enormous bulge. “I want you to ruin me, Father. Please.”

The sunlight was bathing him in its golden light, making him look like he was sparkling. I gulped, reminding myself that I wasn't into him. He might be the sexiest man in his age group, yet he was more than two decades older than me, and the father of my ex-fiance. It was wrong to be attracted towards him… but then my eyes fell on his torso and how little his shirt was doing to hide anything. I pressed my legs together when I felt a throbbing sensation down there. It was weird, but just hearing him chuckle on the phone made my nipples hard. I cursed myself and turned my face in the opposite direction, to focus on the potted plant.

I peeked carefully. My father was naked. He stood behind a woman. Fucking her hard from behind. Doggy style right on the kitchen counter. The woman moaned loudly. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter. Her breasts pressed against the cold marble. My father thrust into her fast. His hips slapped against her ass. Sweat shone on his back. “Yes, daddy! Harder!” the woman cried out. Her voice sounded familiar. The same one from the phone earlier. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Take it. You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh no… call me Papa Sylver. My son is already calling your mother Mama. It would be unfair to me, don’t you think?” “Huh?” she repeated like an idiot. “Papa… let’s give her a few more days. It took a while before I can get her to kick the Señorito from my name.” His father was watching Eric indulgently, and she noticed this. When his eyes went back to her, his smiling eyes deepened, and they seemed to get moist a little bit. “Let me hug you, girl, for a moment.” Stunned, she let Eric push her toward his father. And in the next moment, she was enveloped in his warm embrace. He smelled of expensive cologne that was just right for fathers, and clean sweat. She decided that she liked how he sme