Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

She bit her lip hard, hands gripping the sheets, but every thrust forced little broken moans out of her. Her tits bounced with each powerful snap of his hips. My father leaned down, sucking on her nipples while he fucked her harder, whispering more filthy praise against her skin. “You’re such a good little slut for me… creaming all over my cock while my daughter sleeps down the hall.” I couldn’t breathe. But the worst part — the part that made shame burn through me — was that I was getting wet. My pussy throbbed as I watched them. My father’s strong body moving over Lila, the way she was taking him so deep, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. It was wrong. So fucking wrong.

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

would she? Saying the whole thing was a joke was the furthest thing from Erica's mind. Her eyes feasted on her son's young toned body. She almost licked her lips as she looked at his broad shoulders and swimmer's V-shaped torso, her gaze lingering on the defined muscles of his six-pack abs. "Jesus. My son is fucking gorgeous," she said to herself. "And I can teach him to be the perfect lover—just what I need." She looked down to see his surging prick straining at the fabric of his underwear, a damp spot starting to spread across the fabric, evidence of the precum that had started to ooze from the tip of his cock. She felt her cunt creaming as she looked at the lewd display with fascination,

"Did he take advantage of you?" "No." Dad exhales slowly, rubbing a hand across his face. "You answered those too quickly." "Because they're true." His eyes narrow slightly. "Sandra…...." "No." I shake my head before he can finish. "You asked for the truth, and that's exactly what I'm giving you." He leans back in his chair. "I need to know." "I know." "Then help me understand." His voice finally breaks. "Because from where I'm standing, this looks like a forty-three-year-old man falling in love with my daughter."

Then he helps me out of the car, his hand a steadying force on my elbow. He holds my hand firmly as he leads me up the walkway to his house. The air between us is thick, tense, like a pot about to boil over. If we don’t do something about this now, I think I might actually shatter. He doesn’t say a word, just leads me through the quiet, darkened living room and down a hall to his bedroom. His eyes never leave mine, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he looks away. I still can’t believe this is happening. Solomon Priest. My best friend’s father. The man I’ve been secretly fixated on for what feels like forever is finally going to touch me. And he’s going to be my first.

The other just laughed, still completely spent. “You two’s fuckplay has fired me up,” Father growled, and grabbed his wife by the throat, forcing her to bend backwards over the counter, “though I prefer the front hole.” And he plunged in, rough and bestial. Jon couldn’t tear himself away. It was an erotic car wreck. There was a dark hilarity in watching a parent you despise get hate-fucked. Still, there was something fundamentally wrong about watching family members having sex. Okay, it was a natural biological urge everyone indulged in, but his instincts revolted at the sight of his parents below.

“Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.” I rode him harder, faster, my ass bouncing frantically. One hand slipped between my legs to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. My second orgasm crashed through me within minutes—my pussy convulsing violently around him. Fresh cream gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls completely. I climbed off his still-raging erection with a wet pop, strings of my cum and his precum connecting us. With lust-fueled strength, I dragged his heavy, limp body down to the dark basement—the same place where he had effortlessly dominated and fucked me earlier as my forbid

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

" Don't baby, don't do that get some lotion or something I want you to kill my asshole from behind “ He smiled as he got an oil cream and soothed it on his cock. I smiled, taking off my clothes bit by bit. Till I was left with nothing but of course myself. He licked his lips and moved his both hands rhythmically. I bent down fully displaying my asshole as he thrusted from behind. I gasped for breath. “Babe you're so big" Bigger than usual. " That's because I walked on myself baby, I'd make sure to fuck you till you're begging “he grinned as he held my waist bringing it closer to himself. I took in a deep breath as he thrusted hard again inside me. Fuck! " You like it babe?”he asked me out lo

“Hm, maybe I’ll have some fun with him myself but the only lubricant I’ll use is some of my pre-cum. If you do him, I’d be nice and let you use some lube to not hurt him as much.” I’m not stupid and I know where this is going. I can’t believe that my father would do this to me. I could see that this is killing Gamma Edric, and worse that my father says he’ll do it if he doesn’t. “If you’re worried about not getting up for the job, and then I can give you a pill the twins made for when I want to last a lot longer. So, are you wanting to do this or would you like to watch me do it to my son.”