Father Yohan Big Mouth Novels & Stories

"You heard me right. Yohan is Devaugn's Mother. Well, that's how she addresses him." "Then, who's the Father?" Mr. Frost asked with interest. A few seconds passed before Alfonso answered. "It's Jevro Gusto, my niece. He's the father." George and Alfonso were even shocked when the old man almost fell to the floor. Maybe he couldn't handle the shocking truth or silly story behind the powerful girl's identity. Alfonso was about to speak when he was suddenly startled by a powerful healing power that came from Yohan's room. His hair almost stood up because of the intensity of the power they felt. Even the Chairman of the American Monsters Department was stunned.

This night was becoming better, I had a bath, and I’ll probably sleep with a full stomach too. “I didn’t lie when I said I was the son of a general,” Yohan says, stopping me from eating my rabbit meat. I look at him and tilt my head, waiting for him to explain. “I just didn’t elaborate. My father’s not just some general, you probably already know that. You could say he’s at par with Alpha Irvine. If Alpha Irvine’s the leader of the capital at Cinco, my father’s the general that leads most of the army.” I gasp, “The whole army?”

"I think you should let your Dad fuck your mouth like you fucked my Mom's. I think that would be hot beyond belief!" Ryan looked up at his father, and said, "Go for it, Dad. Fuck my mouth! Shove this hard cock in and out of my mouth while I suck on it and wait for you shoot your cum right down my throat!" Jay put his hands' on Ryan's head, and slowly pushed his dick as deep into his mouth as it would go. When he felt Ryan jerk from the reaction to his gag reflex, he knew how deep he could go, and he slowly withdrew.

“That’s too plain. Beg for my cock like the fucking little dirty Mine you are. Again, what do you want me to do to your mouth?” “I… I want you to fill my mouth with your cock.” I found myself uttering those words that even stunned me. “P… Please, Daddy, Francesco.” “Urggh! Perfect, what I was looking for, Mine.” Then, he rammed his huge cock at my lips. Over and over again. Tears burned my cheek as they rolled down my eyes, joining the mixture of drool and pre-cum that ran down my chin and neck as he steadily thrusted in and out of my mouth.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

Paul held his father's head and began pumping, face-fucking his father, "Do it, Joe. Cum up dad's ass, I'm close. I'm gonna cum in his mouth." We watched each other and when Paul's eyes rolled back I went deep and let my cock jet it's hot load up his father's ass as Paul groaned, "Oh fuck dad, here I cum." As I finished cumming, I watched Paul's young flanks clench as he jetted into his dad's mouth. I let my cock slip out of Frank's butt hole, leaving it gaping, my cum trailing out and down his thigh. Frank released his son's cock, still hard, from his mouth.

The fat head of his cock—still rock-hard and slick from my mouth, nudged between my swollen folds, teasing my entrance. “Then fucking moan, Elena,” he growled right against my ear. “Let the whole school know how bad Daddy’s fucking you.” And with that, he fucking slammed in. “Fuuuuck—DADDY!” I screamed. My nails scraped the desk as my whole body jolted forward. “Oh my god, you’re so big—fuck, it hurts so good!” He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again. “Harder—please, Daddy, harder!”

She appreciated whatever reason made him take his time, at least her pussy wasn’t pulsing again like it had a breath of its own. But damn it! Every inch of her wanted to turn. To steal a glance at how those broad shoulders sat perfectly beneath his shirt. But with her mother’s watchful eyes? Those glances could probably be her last. Zavian descended the stairs completely, walking closer to where they were all gathered. Not like he was really interested in having a stepmother, he just wanted his father to be happy. “Good day, Father.” “Son.” Mr. Delgado called, the smile on his face growing brighter. One could tell from his father’s smile that he was his father’s whole heart.

Harder. “Please make me cum,” I muttered as tears prickled down my cheek. “Not yet bunny,” he said, and pushed his thick thumb inside my ass hole, fingering it softly. “Fucckkkkkk,” I screamed, my body gave up, my legs trembled, my toes curled as I felt my orgasm rush in. “No, I can't hold it, please let me finish.” I cried, pleading but he ignored me. He was about to talk when a knock came on the door. “Fiona, are you alright?” Dad's voice sounded behind the door. He didn’t stop, he kept fucking me harder and took off the tie in my mouth.

Mason’s POV I imagined Alaric saying it in a scene. “Live for me, boy. Submit to my cock.” He would cuff my hands behind my back, push me to the floor, make me crawl to him. His boot on my back, pressing me down while he unzipped, his hard shaft slapping my face telling me to open my mouth widely. I would suck him eagerly, my tongue swirling the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. I opened my mouth to say more, to ask what he thought of my life, but my Dad came back out. I let out a low and frustrated groan as the moment changed.