Horny Dad Stories Novels & Stories

My dad chortled and maybe he was just joking but that somehow felt uncomfortable in a way that I had to look at my mom. “Dad, this is not the time to joke. Your son’s trying to open up to you.” My mom bantered glaring over at my dad. “Oh, shit. Did you really get someone pregnant?” My dad looked over at me wearing a serious expression. “Charlie!” My mom quickly slapped his hand eventually making him act better. “Dad, I’m gay.” I spat out just so he would stop speculating that I impregnated someone because clearly, that’s not even close to what I just told him.

"It is a complicated business, baby girl. But, your dad knew from the start, he agreed with it. It was money I made from that which helped build up his club bigger." I giggle slightly. "Daddy used porn money to help his clubs grow." I watch as Damon rolls his eyes. "Fucking brat." Nodding, I smile. "So, you have never had a relationship before?" He looks at me but shakes his head. He is lying. "You tell me not to lie, but you are Daddy." I hear him groan. "I did, baby girl." "What happened?" I look at him, waiting. "Baby girl, we do not discuss our past fucks!" He looks at me, and I laugh.

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

“You’re ours now, baby. This summer is going to be the filthiest one of your life.” But as they all relaxed, the sound of Sunny’s voice calling from the driveway made everyone freeze. “Mom? Dad? We came back early with some friends!”

“I’m gonna... Daddy... I’m gonna cum...!” “Not yet,” he snarled. “You cum when I fill you. Hold it.” I tried. God, I tried. But he kept hitting that spot over and over until my whole body locked up. “Fuck... can’t... Happy Birthday, Daddy... I’m cumming...!”

"You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!" Joyce held her face in disbelief. "Why did you hit me, Dad? Henry's the one who…" "Shut up!" Another slap. "I tolerated your nonsense because I thought you'd know when to reel it in! I didn't expect you to be such a fool!" Joyce stood there, stunned and in disbelief. Joyce's father glanced at me. Seeing that my expression hadn't changed, he clearly understood that I wasn't satisfied yet. He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply.

Eli shakes his head violently. “No. I’m not a piece on your chessboard. I’m not something you hide away when things get dangerous.” Damian storms a hand through his hair, frustration radiating off him like heat. “Eli, you don’t understand—my father doesn’t negotiate. He hunts. He destroys. He breaks people to see what shape they take when he’s done.” “So let me stand with you,” Eli says fiercely. Damian grabs Eli by the waist, pulling him close again.

"That happens a lot in those schools you know. They drug you and leave you like a prize for the frat boys. They tell them to go on in and do what they want. Next thing you know, little Keri's getting fucked and maybe by more than one guy and then what?" "They...they didn't do that." I said softly, he was really starting to scare me. "And I'm done with them and..." "Yup," Dad sat up and shook his head, "They come in there and they see this." Grabbing the shirt he threw it off of me. "Dad!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Dad didn't answer; instead he was looking down at my tits. I felt myself turning red in embarrassment as he stared down at me.

"I respect your dad too much for this." He turns to leave and something in me snaps. I grab his belt and pull him back around, my other hand going directly to his crotch. He's hard. Extremely hard. Proof that everything I suspected is true. "Still not interested?" I ask, my hand pressed against the very obvious bulge in his jeans. He looks down at my hand on him, then back up at my face. His eyes have gone dark and dangerous. "Fuck," he mutters. And then he curses, "Fuck you, Dad."

Deep down, I had always sensed that my dad wasn’t telling the whole story. Before I could respond, he continued, "The reason he approached your mom was for revenge against the Wilson family. Your dad was a mafia boss seeking retribution. He knew he couldn’t confront them directly, so he used your mother as a pawn. But his plans fell apart when she got pregnant, and he fled, terrified that the Wilson family would uncover his identity."