Novel & Cerita Father Son Erotica

She just couldn't dispel the mental images of her son's toned youthful body, his cock jutting proudly upwards, throbbing and still plump even after he shot his load in the air, sending his abundant sperm splattering all over his chest, leaving streaks of milky cum to dribble down along his well-defined abs. Seamlessly shifting from concerned mother brooding over her heartbroken son to aroused woman thinking about a handsome young stud, Julia found herself fantasizing about Mike. The vivid memory of his raging boner just wouldn't leave her alone. She gasped and shook her head as she was hit in full by the realization that she was having sexy thoughts about her own son. Yet, that forbidden tho

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.

When I did, I felt his hand slap my ass hard before grabbing my hips and pulling my body towards him. “If I am on my knees for this,” I said, wheezing, “you better make this ride worth my while.” His laugh rolled off like the bass drum in an orchestra. “You will be trembling in a minute, and I’d miss that sassy mouth of yours,” he said and rammed the shaft into my wet heat. “Oooooh, God!” I almost screamed at the intrusion, until the pain settled in and raw erotic sensations overtook my body. “Voice down, babe. You don’t want your father to find out that I am fucking his daughter in her closet.”

“Fucking you deep and hard while my son waits downstairs with the family. You’d take every inch like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Moaning for Daddy’s cock. Tell me how bad you want it.” “Yes…” I whispered aloud, my fingers moving faster. I curled them against that perfect spot inside me while my thumb rubbed tight, frantic circles over my clit. The fantasy felt so real, his strong hips snapping against my ass, one big hand fisted in my wet hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks as he growled filthy things against my neck. “You’re mine now, Emily. This pussy belongs to me. Come for Daddy. Come like the dirty little slut you are for your boyfriend’s father.”

Today, I couldn't contain the flood of emotions that always overwhelms me when I'm near this persistent man, determined to disturb my peace. I decided not to rationalize, just to feel. I longed for that touch, that kiss, that moment. Othon is the father of my child, and all we shared was one night. It wasn't enough. He always knew he wanted more. And now, at this moment, I realize that Othon's hands gently but firmly and determinedly hold my face.

This was one of the favorite parts of a session of sex for both father and daughter, but he had no wish to lap up his own semen if he could avoid it. When Daddy got back on the mattress, his daughter opened her eyes and saw him approach, his stiff cock with its latex covering aimed at her. She grinned lasciviously and reached down between her legs to spread the lips of her juicy pussy. Holding his shaft in one hand, her father knelt between her legs again and leaned forward to put his other hand beside her to support his weight. Leaning forward more closely, he placed the tip of his cock against the wet hole that lusted so much for it and Elaine used her fingers to center the head.

Then his tongue on the welts, soothing it before he mounted me, his cock thick and veined, slamming into me deeply. I could not shake those images from my head as I stood there by the gate, my hand still gripping the cool metal. My dad's voice faded into the background, but my mind plunged deeper into the fantasy, pulling me under like a strong current. I imagined walking through that front door one day, not alone, but with a Dom at my side. His arm heavy around my shoulders possessively , his fingers digging into my muscle just enough to remind me who owned me now. My dad would look up from his chair, his face twisting in shock as he saw us together, me, his son, clinging to some older man.

He fucked me through it, harder, chasing his own release. “Where do you want it?” he rasped, voice strained. “Tell me, little lamb.” “Inside,” I gasped the moment he lifted his hand from my mouth. “Please, Father… fill me again. Breed your sinful girl.” With a guttural roar, Father Elias slammed into me one final time and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse, so much that it overflowed immediately, dripping down my thighs in creamy rivulets. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed as deep as possible.