Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

He let himself make the small sounds that came naturally, let himself imagine golden eyes watching him, let himself pretend that the mate bond was wanted rather than resented. He came with Dominic's name caught between his teeth, the orgasm intense enough to make his knees weak. The mate bond flared between them like lightning, and through it Gabriel felt Dominic's response, felt the way his mate's carefully maintained control shattered for just an instant before slamming back into place with almost physical force. Gabriel finished his shower in silence, his body still trembling with aftershocks. When he finally emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one of the expensive towels, he found a not

I notice the tip of his shorts are a little wet, precum coating the thin fabric and making my fingers itch to touch him again. I want to take him into my mouth so much, but the fear that I might be no good at it, as I’ve never done that before, stops me. “Well, I’ve actually had a huge crush on you since I met you last summer.” He looks away, his eyes lowering like he’s shy. “Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me right now!” I laugh, my hips rocking again against his as I get more excited with every moment. “I’m serious, I almost even told your mother about it at some point but I was so scared she’d say you’re too young for me.”

Recognition came slowly, then all at once. Christiana blinked water from her eyes and stared at him. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes that had always seemed to see too much. Julian Frost. Her father's best friend. The man who used to visit their house when she was younger, who would sit in the study with her father for hours discussing business she did not understand. The man she had stupidly, hopelessly crushed on when she was sixteen. Her stomach twisted. Of all the people to appear now, it had to be him.

"Father Jake... I am close." "Come for me," he whispered. His breath was hot on my neck. "Come on my fingers right here on the altar." My body obeyed. Pleasure crashed through me. My pussy pulsed. Wetness coated his hand. I bit my lip to hold back a loud moan. My legs trembled. Father Jake kept moving his fingers through my orgasm. Slow an gentle now. When the waves passed I stayed leaning on the altar. My breathing came fast. Father Jake slowly pulled his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth and licked them. "You taste like sin," he said. "Sweet sin."

“My father-in-law is fucking me. His thick white cock is stretching my married pussy.” Richard gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her, the wet sounds loud and filthy. “That’s right. Say it again.” “My husband’s father is breeding me,” she moaned, eyes locked on the phone. “I belong to Daddy now.” He flipped her onto her back and fucked her hard while the camera kept rolling, capturing the way her pussy stretched around his cock and the creamy mess he left inside her when he came. He made sure to film the thick white cum leaking out of her as he pulled out.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

Slowly, I opened my legs for him to see how wet my pussy is right now. His eyes fell on it, and I felt his grip on me tighten so much that I felt like he’s going to break my bone. “You’re such a slut. I’m sure you’re fucking my son, and yet here you are, seducing his father and also willing to be fucked by him.” Instead of getting insulted by what he said, it added to my burning wet pussy. “Your son’s cock is not enough, sir. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me with your own cock.” I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively.

“Tell me what you want.” “More,” I moaned, my hands gripping his wrists. “I want you to touch me everywhere.” He didn’t hesitate, his hands sliding down to my shorts and unbuttoning them with ease. “Ryan, you seeing this? Your wife’s begging for it.” Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, I see it. Keep going.” Joe pushed my shorts and panties down in one motion, leaving me bare. He squeezed my ass and pulled me against him. "So soft,” he murmured at my ear, “you’re fucking perfect.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

my father groaned as he rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples. I was too frustrated to care anymore. "Daddy, don't worry about trying to cum in my pussy! Just fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck your sexy little slut of a daughter!" I screamed, pressing his hands harder into my tits and then pulling his face close to mine, kissing him hard on the lips. I didn't care if it was wrong to be fucking my father, I was too horny to even pay attention. Now all I wanted was to be fucked by a nice cock. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as my father now began touching my body. He groped my lithe body and continued pounding in and out of my tight pussy. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as he took one of my ni