Father Yohan Big Mouth Novels & Stories

And I tried to do something that would make him happy. Embarrassment flamed my cheeks as I failed woefully when I tried to put his dick in my mouth. It was so big that his head couldn't fit my mouth, and I ended up licking the top until he stopped me and pressed me against the bathroom wall. * I heard my children conversing with someone in the kitchen. At first, I thought it was Miss Anna, but that wasn't her voice. I made my way to the kitchen to find them talking to... Rowan's parents?

My moan was loud, muffled only by Grandpa’s thick cock in my mouth. Grandpa let out a low groan, his cock twitching on my tongue. Mom yawned. “I’m getting sleepy. Don’t stay up too late, you three.” As soon as Mom closed her eyes, Ryan pulled his soaked fist out of me and replaced it with his massive 12-inch cock, slamming into my ruined pussy in one brutal thrust. At the same time, Grandpa started slowly fucking my mouth, petting my hair gently the entire time. I was crying, moaning, and gushing around Daddy’s cock while sucking my grandpa’s dick — all hidden under the dark movie night and my big gown.

“They’re asking the usual questions.” The man seated across—he had no badge I could see—tapped a tablet. “Mr. Hale, we simply need a statement regarding internal communications and permissions related to recent PR outflows. Routine.” My father’s face hardened with that old pride of his. He can be indomitable like a stubborn thing. He shrank and swelled at once in front of us; there was a ferocity behind his eyes I recognized as the stubbornness that raised me. “I’ll cooperate,” he said. “Of course I will.”

Her companion leaned in and whispered, “Anthony Scott ran with the mob when he was young. He went legit and built his empire from the ground up. Everyone in New York gives him respect. And this guy just hit his son? He’s doomed.” My father didn’t spare them a glance. He simply turned back to me. His fingertips gently brushed the blood-matted strands of hair away from my forehead. “Rosie,” he said softly. “You’ve suffered a lot. But Dad’s here now. You don’t have to be afraid of anyone. Whatever you want to do to them, it’s your call.”

Sean repeated in a husky tone as if he wanted to cry. He did not yet know how the story was that Felix, whom he called 'Uncle', was his dad. But, he only knew one thing if his mother never lied to him. So if his mother said Felix was his father, then yes, he was his father. Felix seemed to hear the softest voice he had ever heard in his life. His eyes were already glazed over and he replied with trembling lips, "Yes, dear. This is Dad." "It is, Dad. Daddy, son," Felix repeated many times, as if he was proud to say that to his son.

“Let’s see if that smart mouth still has jokes when it’s full of me.” I licked my lips, tasted him, and smiled up with all my teeth. “Make me scream it, Daddy,” I whispered, daring him. Then I opened wide. His cock slid past my lips, heavy and burning, filling my mouth in one slow, deliberate push until the head nudged the back of my throat. I didn’t gag. I took him deeper, hollowed my cheeks, and sucked hard enough to make his thighs tense. He groaned, low and filthy, fingers twisting tight in my hair. He held me there, buried to the root, letting me feel every thick inch pulsing against my tongue.

Gritting his teeth with anger, he slams his other hand onto the tiled wall. At the same time, he gives a slap on her buttcheek. “Ah!” Cassie laughs again, her voice filled with wicked joy. “You are!” She increases the rhythm of her hips, slamming down on him harder. “You are, daddy!” “Fuck!” Mathias shouts under the shower head, his hand abruptly leaves his rock-hard dick. He punches the wall with both hands with rage. Hanging his head, he pants while the hot water obscures his vision. He grunts again as frustration simmers inside him. His miserable cock waits for relief in agony with its head reddened. However, his self loath prevents Mathias from pleasuring himself.

What happened to her? Clenching my fists, I realized it didn't matter what I said anymore. No matter what, this family would never believe me. The room fell into a heavy silence. After what felt like an eternity, Hanley finally picked up the paternity test results from the table, glancing at them briefly. He tossed them at me. "It's all right here, in black and white. Christopher and my dad have no blood relation. If he was my son, why wouldn't he be related to my dad? What else do you have to say? Do you think the hospital faked this?"

The whispers spread instantly, prickling along my skin like static. Jenny broke the kiss first. Her eyes locked onto mine, triumph glittering in them. She tilted her head and gave me a mocking pout, like she pitied me. Then her mouth curved into a blade of a smile. “Did you really think you could ever replace my mother? Poor Amelia. You’re such a little voyeur, standing there gawking. Maybe stick around, you might learn something to keep Father from getting bored of you. Adam says you’re vanilla anyway.”

“You really want to be a bad person right? You want to roll your eyes at me? Then take this properly. Take daddy’s cock like a good girl. Without another warning, he shoved his 9 inches huge hard cock into her mouth. No teasing. No warning. Just a rough thrust of hips—his cock crashing past her lips, sliding deep into her mouth, cutting off her breath. “Hhh…” Nuella gagged against his cock. He didn’t stop, he just moved in and out of her mouth, fucking her harder and taking her mouth deeper. His move fastened, “Uh-uh,” he grunted thrusting himself deeper. “You’ll take it, Momma. You will take all of it.” His cock pulled out of her mouth, wet and coating. Then he plunges himself back into her