Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

“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.”

I feel every wave of it, hot inside me, filling me, and the sensation of my boyfriend's father emptying himself raw inside my pussy triggers an orgasm that seizes my entire body. My pussy clamps on his cock. My nails dig into the roof lining. I scream loud enough to fog the windshield. We stay like that. His cock softening inside me. His forehead between my breasts. His hands still on my waist. The car silent except for our breathing. His cum starts leaking out of me. Warm and thick, dripping onto his thighs and the already ruined leather. I run my fingers through his hair. Gray at the temples. His son's hands don't know what these hands know. His son's cock doesn't reach the places this one

Letting his dick slip free from the grip of my thighs, I once again briefly lifted off him, peeled my drenched panties down to my ankles, and then promptly dropped myself onto his dick without any hesitation. As my brother's thick cock slid between my wet folds and pushed into the depths of my pussy, I couldn't contain the moan of raw pleasure that slipped free from my lips. "Everything okay back there still?" my dad called out. It was hard to hear him over the music, and I hoped it had done an equally good job at muting the undeniably erotic noise I'd just made. I had to wait for the fireworks going off in my head to finish before I was capable of a response. "Everything is perfect."

"I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters." "Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos," I demanded. "How come you always get an erection every time I'm around you now?" I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks. "But Steff," he protested. "Yes even now," I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. "Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me," I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

My pussy clamped down on him, squirting a little as I came so hard my vision went white. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding through my orgasm, making it last forever. When I finally stopped shaking, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the table. Ryan stepped between my legs. “My turn.” He shoved in even deeper than his dad. I cried out, legs wrapping around him without thinking. He fucked me savage, hands gripping my hips, eyes locked on mine. “Such a dirty little whore,” he panted. “Taking father and son cock on the first night.”

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

“Thinking about how my son’s girlfriend is sleeping naked in my bed with my cum still dripping out of her ass and cunt. This cheating little pussy belongs to me now, Gem. Every night. Every morning. Whenever I fucking want it.” He started fucking me with deep, lazy strokes — slow and deliberate, dragging every thick inch along my sensitive walls. His hand slid down my body to find my swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that made my toes curl. The dual sensation had me whimpering and grinding back against him desperately, chasing more. “Feel how wet you still are?” he rasped, lips brushing my ear. “Even after I wrecked your ass earlier, this greedy cunt is soaking my cock again. You were

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.