Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

“I need your cock, Father. Fill me. Please.” He kissed me again to muffle our sounds, thrusting faster, deeper. His balls slapped against me as he railed me relentlessly. I came again, clenching around his thick shaft, and that pushed him over the edge. With a deep, broken groan, Father Elias buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of forbidden cum. So much it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs. We stayed locked together, panting. His forehead rested against mine, guilt already creeping back into his eyes.

"I'm your slut! I'm your cock-slut, Daddy!" I was getting close. The tightness of his ass, the visual of us fucking next to his father, the sheer naughtiness of it all—it was too much. "I'm gonna come," I growled. "Inside you. I'm going to fill you up right here." "Yes! Please! Breed me, Daddy!" I slammed into him one last time and exploded. I came hard, pulsing deep inside his ass. I didn't pull out. I just held him there, pinning him against the couch, while I emptied myself into him.

"Fucking shit. Please don't stop, daddy. Don't stop fucking me. I want you to empty these big daddy balls inside my boy's fertile pussy. Want to fill your spunk in my gut making my belly big. Please make my belly big, daddy." Well, fuck. If I didn't already love my son, I'd love him after that. I was so damn lucky that I had Brad and that he accepted his father's particular kink. A kink that now, after hearing my son talk like that, had me ready to shoot. I drove my hips faster into Brad.

She moaned loud and wrapped her legs around him. “Daddy… oh fuck, Daddy…” He fucked her deep and steady, eyes locked on mine the whole time. “She feels amazing, son. Even after all those loads. You broke her in nice for me.” I couldn’t speak. My dick throbbed painfully hard even as disgust filled me. I hated this. I hated that my own father was inside her. But I couldn’t stop watching. My cock kept twitching, leaking, betraying me.

“Eye-fucking me.” I won't even deny it. I was eye fucking him and I'd do it again. I will eye-fuck my father's best friend over and over again because he is my man, he is my Evans and he is the father of my child.

He wanted to get drunk and forget about that woman. She was haunting him in his dreams, and he would always wake up with a massive hard-on every morning. And what he hated the most is that he ends up jacking off in the bathroom just to make his soldier calm down. He's like a horny teenager. “Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes.” Phoenix was pulled from his deep thoughts when he heard his father behind him. “Dad.” The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand.

A fresh rush of cream flooded my bare pussy and i swallowed hard. “This is so wrong,” I whispered. “You’re Ryan’s father.” “I know exactly who I am Ava,” he said, moving closer. His big hand landed on my bare thigh, sliding slowly upward. “And right now I want to fuck my son’s girlfriend while he’s stuck in the city.” His words sent a violent throb through my clit. I didn’t stop him when his hand disappeared under the hem of the shirt. His thick fingers found my pussy immediately, sliding through my slick folds.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I couldn't deny the fact that every aspect of the father and daughter's steamy relationship was tweaking my hormones and making me incredibly horny. Another story I found was about a father who had taken something like a Viagra and then had an erection that was too strong. So his daughter ended up stepping in to help relieve him. That story was over the top sexy. She had to make him cum three times before he finally got soft! That story nearly made me have an orgasm just by reading it, without even touching myself. As I said, my father could write like a master!

I answered while looking only at the fabric of his suit, refusing to meet his eyes. "Primrose, this is Mr. Lysander Gray Castellano. He is the powerful owner of the Castellano Group of Companies. It is a very big honor for us that he decided to be here today," Mr. Sanchez added, seemingly not noticing the thick tension between the two of us. Lysander Gray Castellano?! THE LYSANDER GRAY CASTELLANO?! The father of Xavier. I swallowed hard as the realization hit me like a physical blow. The man I was with at the bar and in that hotel room was the actual father of the man who had cheated on me and broken my heart.

“Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his girlfriend’s dripping his father’s load! But shit… the way you sent him away like it was nothing… god, that’s hot as hell. You’re such a bastard, but I love it—now what? “Or maybe… Daddy, you should fuck me one more time right here—hard and quick—so I can feel your cum gushing out while I text Lucian back and tell him I’m ‘fine.’ Make me your naug