Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

Felix scratched the part of his neck that was not itchy and then the man cleared his throat before saying softly, "That ... I don't want to make my son ashamed of me." Claire raised one eyebrow in surprise, "Sean? What do you mean you don't want to embarrass Sean?" Felix nodded slowly, "Yes, Claire. I can't imagine my son knowing that his father is a jerk. I'm so afraid that my son will look at me badly and that he won't be able to take anything good from me." The man even lowered his head and looked like a child who had just been caught doing something wrong. It was the first time Felix had ever seen such a guilty expression from Felix Homann.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

"Dad, I need a favor." I had changed my phone wallpaper from our family photo to one of just me and Tony. My voice was unnervingly calm. "That promotion to marketing director you promised Victor? Cancel it. And find me the best divorce lawyer you can. I'm divorcing Victor. "Yes. He's having an affair with our son's teacher." My father moved quickly. Within half an hour, a divorce attorney sent over three gigabytes of evidence and documentation. I went through it. Beyond the social media posts I had already seen, there was another account I had never encountered before. There were a total of 83 videos, and every single one featured Victor.

I could feel the smoldering heat from his gaze but I knew he wouldn’t make a move to touch me. I sat opposite him and made sure to spread my legs ever so slightly so he could see that I was wearing nothing under. His nostrils flared and he drank the contents of the glass in one go. His eyes promised punishment but I was having too much fun to care. My dad didn’t notice the silent struggle going on between us and although it felt absolutely wrong to be doing it in front of him, there was also something erotic about it that had my thighs getting slicker. Jake and I barely drank but my dad didn’t notice because he was already buzzed.

She stops in the doorway, her hair messy, and the expression on her face from having come three times makes her look damn sexy. "No, I think I can manage alone." The sound of the shower water doesn't take long to hear, and I get up from the bed. The condom is so full that it almost spills, but I toss it into a trash can in her room and grab my clothes to go see my son. He's still asleep as we left him, but he soon wakes up, and I force myself to stop thinking about Paige's moans, her breasts in front of my face, or how her eyes looked at me.

“We will be husband and wife only on paper.” Daniel seems to relax when I tell him this. “I knew my dad wasn't that horrible...” “He's a good man. I can't believe I thought about ruining his life.” “How is it?” “Ah, never mind!” I smile widely and he closes his eyes. “Tell me now!” “No.” “You're talking about my father!” “I won't do anything with him!” “Why would you?” “If I was forced to sleep with him, you would rather make his life a hell!”

Ana can feel her orgasm building, and she knows her father is close as well by the way he's panting and the look of pure ecstasy on his face. He pulls out of her tight little snatch, his cock now close to climax. Ana instinctively knelt down before him and allowed him to wank himself off over her beautiful tits. He didn’t disappoint her, his hot cum shot over her chest, shot after shot, as he moaned in ecstasy with each release. Her tits were now covered in hot soapy water and her father’s creamy seed. It was too much for Ana to handle, and she lets out a loud cry as she follows him into her own release.

My father’s gentle smile was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments before. Seriously? So I am the only downer here who won't get what she wants. I scoffed and quietly strode towards them. My eyes remained fixed on the lady, and I couldn’t help but keep my mouth wide open as I saw her intimate with my father. Her lips were pressed against my father's, and he responded with equal fervor, completely oblivious to my presence. So he has a girlfriend in Paris, huh? Way to go, Father; only you deserve happiness.