Father Son Erotica Novels & Stories

I love the way he tastes, the way he grinds my v*gina, and raising my legs up like the communion; he makes me cum in holy books. It was more than lust now; it was terror and comfort braided together so tightly I couldn’t tell them apart. He was the son of the man who had likely ordered my father’s death. And yet when he touched me, the world felt almost bearable; I could forget anything at the sight of the rising and falling of his banana.

He flips me onto my stomach, grabs my hips, and fucks into me from behind, one hand wrapped in my hair. “You want to be destroyed, Zariah?” “Yes, Daddy—” “Then take it.” He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He fucks me until I’m sobbing, drooling into the pillow, my legs shaking. Until my skin’s red and raw and used. Until I don’t know where I end and he begins. And when he cums—deep inside me this time—it’s not a moan he lets out. It’s a fucking growl. Like an animal marking territory.

Fred growled like an animal and fucked her even harder, pounding her cunt with brutal, savage thrusts that made her tits bounce wildly in his hands. "That’s right, you filthy little slut. Daddy’s ruining his own daughter’s tight pussy. So fucking wet and greedy for me. Sorry Kelly. Your fucking daddy needs it," he insisted, even as thoughts of him reading her bed time stories and kissing her scraped knees when she fell as a child filled his head. She wasn't his biologically, but he was her father in every way that mattered. This was completely fucked up. He tried to stop, but his dick wouldn't listen. On and on he fucked her. Deeper. Harder. The bitch only begged for more.

I was nineteen. His son’s ex-girlfriend. An hour ago, I’d been crying in the rain because of that same son, my chest aching, my heart raw and bruised. Now I was pressed against Ethan, my breath hot against his ear, my hand stroking him through his clothes until I felt how hard he was, how badly he wanted this—wanted me. It was wrong. I knew it was. But when I whispered his name and felt the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched, something inside me snapped.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I open my mouth and throat, letting him thrust his dick deeper and deeper while I rub myself faster and faster until finally he's cumming down my throat while another powerful orgasm takes me. "Come here," he commands, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. This was it; this would be the moment that I finally truly lost my virginity in the sense of the experience, and it would be my ex’s father. Slowly, I rise and then crawl onto Atlas’ lap so that his dick is positioned right at my soaked core. "These are in the way," he murmurs, pulling my underwear aside and then rubbing his dick against my clit.

Because of Stella’s lies, Reina turned her back on her own daughter. “Honestly, do you think you deserve to be my mom?” Reina felt ashamed. She wiped her tears and did not know what to say. Determined, I got into the car. Before the door closed, Shaun said in a trembling voice, “Quiana, I can’t lose you again.” I turned away and left without looking back. I had two new neighbors in Jorath. They were a pair of father and son. The other neighbors said that the father was respectable and seemed rich.

His body fits perfectly on the screen. Keatton slowly undressed and saw his Daddy gulped. He grabbed the phone and focused the camera on his pussy. “See this pussy, Daddy? This is all yours. No one could have it except you,” and he inserted one finger. “Ohhhhhh. Daddy. Yes, please. Ohhhhh. Please put your big fingers on my pussy. Find my g-spot and fingered me quick. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Do you like that, Daddy? Your son is showing you his pussy. Isn’t this immoral?” and he held the phone on his face and bit his lips.

She joined her father in a spectacular shared orgasm. For Eric, it was not merely the fantastic physical and visual stimulation that made this moment so incredible. It wasn't even the taboo of fucking his daughter—he hadn't ever wanted that to happen. He had long been turned on by the idea of anal sex. His ex had only allowed him to do it three times, and she had managed to ruin it for him each time.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit