Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

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

I rolled my eyes, breathing heavily. “You have been craving daddy’s cock?” He growled. “Now have it all.” “Yes daddy.” I cried. “Fuck me hard.” He caused under his breath and slammed in again and again. “Look at you….. stretched in my mercy, ready for whatever I have to offer.” I exhaled with a sharp nod. “That’s how I like it, baby. Bold. Fearless and sexy. He kept digging, each thrust deeper than the order. And then I felt it, my orgasm building and crashing through me all at once.

I fed Jeremy a bottle and when he was asleep I decided to lay down a bit also, when I felt my phone vibrate, assuming it was my father I immediately opened it, Unknown number: You had my fucking son and didn’t even bother to send me a picture. Where are you Kay? I want to see him! He’s mine also you can’t fucking keep him from me. You are both mine don’t fucking forget it, I’ll find you before you know it.

“Come for your family, little sister. Show them who owns this body.” I exploded. My orgasm was cataclysmic. My pussy convulsed violently around the two cocks, squirting hard around them as wave after wave of blinding pleasure tore through me. My mother came on my face, grinding down as she cried out. The men followed. First my stepfather, flooding my womb with hot cum. Then Cain, roaring as he pumped rope after rope deep inside me, mixing with his father’s seed until it overflowed and ran down my ass. They pulled out slowly, leaving me a trembling, cum-soaked mess.

"And anal, Father. Oh God, forgive me—I fantasize about you claiming my virgin ass. You lube me up with my own pussy juices, pressing your fat dickhead against my tight ring. I push back, whimpering as you force it in, inch by agonizing inch, splitting me open. It burns so good, and soon I'm bouncing on your dick, my ass cheeks spread wide, taking every veiny inch up my ass." She reached back, fingers tracing her own crack through her clothes, imagining his girth. "You ream me out, Father, your priest balls deep in my bowels, grunting like an animal. I rub my clit furiously, cumming so hard my asshole clenches around you, milking your load. You flood my guts with cum, plugging me up so it st

my dad asked after some time. "Fuck you," Sara responded. "Hm," my father gave her a sadistic smile. "Thanks for the offer, but my sons' pussy is where I draw the line." "All you men are the fucking same." She cackled. "Don't pretend like you actually have a fucking line." He got up and walked toward her. When he got close enough, in an almost seductive voice, she said, "You'd shame fuck me and love every fucking second of it. You'd love to prove your old cock fucks better than your son's."

He just cummed, and his thing was still bursting with white stuff that couldn't be fully contained by her wonderful feminine tool. "Look at the semen that drips down, my daughter." Christine really looked behind. The father firmly held her behind in place, her pristine white thighs became clouded by tainted juices. She bit her lips. The addictive feeling truly consuming her. Her lustful eyes met his father's who laughed and resumed the immoral activity. Night came, and the two of them were now fully naked but was still continuing the insane passion for sexual venting. "Christine! Christine! You're my slut! Your mother is nothing compares to you. You're my slut! My daughter is a slut!"

I cried out into the kiss, hips bucking wildly as she fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes, curling just right against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. Upstairs, Dad’s faint snoring drifted down the hall like a warning bell, but it only made everything hotter, dirtier, more dangerous. Elena broke the kiss just enough to whisper against my swollen lips, her fingers still pumping deep inside me, thumb grinding my clit in perfect circles. “Shhh… don’t make a sound, baby girl. Or Daddy might wake up and find out what a filthy little plaything his daughter has become for his wife…” My pussy spasmed hard around her fingers, another wave of shame and pleasure crashing through

Can’t breathe. Three elderly men writhe on my bed: Wrinkled skin, grey hair, bodies that should repulse me but don’t. Their holes gape at the camera, tight and pale, and my cock responds before my mind catches up. They are moaning my name like a prayer, cum spurting from their cocks. “You like it.” Father’s voice drips with satisfaction. Not a question, a statement. “You’ve always hated me for knowing.” I force my hand away from my cock. “Now you’re offering this? What do you want?”