Horny Dad Stories Novels & Stories

It was either that or gossiping about their married kids. “He’s so handsome, tell her Tony.” “I don’t like him.” I laughed at my dad’s comment. He didn’t like any men as soon as they were interested in me. “Tony, stop it. Come on, tell her!” My mom turned to look at me so earnestly I had to look serious. “Patricia said he works in oil and gas…” she pursed her lips to contain her excitement. “That means he’s loaded, Sierra.” “Seriously, mom?”

“So pink and pretty. Barely any hair… just the way I like it.” I blushed furiously, but the embarrassment only made me ache more. No one had ever looked at me like that—so openly hungry. Dad’s middle finger traced my slit, gathering the slickness there before circling my entrance. He didn’t push in yet, just teased, spreading my wetness up to my swollen clit and back down again in lazy strokes that had me whimpering and gripping the seat. “Tell Daddy what feels good,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I want to hear every little sound you make tonight.”

"Our grandpa, Rest his soul. He didn't like my dad because of what he did to his baby girl and how playboy dad was. He wanted his daughter to have a better mate, but later, he respected dad when he saved my mother from hunters after he got her back from the stalker, then the hunters came along and took women and children to experiment on them," I said. "Poor, mom," Sil says with tears in his eyes, "No," Seb says while crying. "Should I stop these stories about mom and dad?" I said. "No, please go on, bro," Spencer says.

I felt his warm breath on my ear. "So, how did it start with your mom?" Pete gasped. I squeezed his hand, moving up a bit till his fingers could feel my bra. "Okay, not fair. I'll start." I told the story in vivid detail. Pete tried to gently pull back, I pulled him tighter, placing his hands on my little titties. When I got to the part where dad came all over me in that shower, I could feel Pete's erection. I think Pete has a big dick. His big hands held my breasts. I was filling my undies. I was so fucking horny. I finished my story, telling about that night in dad's bed. We were both panting. I turned in Pete's arms, looked up.

I stared at the two shoehorns Caden Lancaster handed me. One was made of dark hardwood, wide and sturdy, clearly meant for delivering a proper beating. The other was plastic, thin and long, perfect for leaving bright red welts. The seven-year itch that had been burning inside me was doused by my son's betrayal, leaving me feeling oddly amused despite everything. Before I could choose one, little Felix Lancaster burst into tears with a wail loud enough to wake the dead, as if he'd suffered the greatest injustice in the world.

You could see her head look upward, eyes closed, every part of her clenched for the painful follow-up. To my amazement, not only did dad sit by idly and let this all happen, he asked the dude if he would like some assistance. The guy nodded, so dad proceeded to lift up (with difficulty) and then lower mom's perfect bum with both his hands. This got faster and faster, dad's face turning red from exhaustion. Finally, the dude put a huge hand up for "halt!" You could tell from his grunt and mom's grimace that he must have shot his load directly inside mom. It was funny; the black dude was assured and re-assured by dad that this 'whore' (mom) was NOT on the pill, did NOT use devices, and would g

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

In the interrogation room, the abductor leaned back in his chair and laughed at Dad. "Mr. Carter, did you like your daughter's heart? She was the most perfect work of art I've ever made. Her hair was so black and smooth. I plucked it out strand by strand and played with it between my fingers. Her skin was so pale as well. I kept it in formalin so it would last. I wanted to preserve her beauty." Dad's brow tightened, and he slammed a hand on the table. "Enough nonsense. You won't be able to confuse me by fabricating stories. Tell me the truth about why you killed that couple."

"At least Jay would keep our granddaughter on the right path. He won't stop you from seeing her either. Ri, you've really let us down!" I was already feeling awful the past two days, and hearing my parents take his side made me furious. "All this happened because you tried to break Finneas and me apart. If you hadn't interfered, none of this would have—" Before I could finish my rant, Mom slapped me across my face. "You're such a fool! We split you two up because Finneas was after your money. Do you think you're his only lover?" Dad sighed and showed me some photos on his phone. "Finneas has never stopped seeing other women. He even deceived his current wife. He just wants to rob you of ever

mom says snitching on me yet again. "Dad, tell her," I whined, he's the one who usually holds her back. "Sweetie, don't embarrass her, he's her mate, he got his own way to feed her," he says with a wink making me blush. "Dad, you're not making it any better," I say blushing, knowing he means sharing blood while having sex, and we're not there yet. "Why not, sharing blood is very normal between mates," dad says and I groaned, turning my whole head to his chest, they're going to kill me by embarrassing me to death.