I Slept With My Dad Novels & Stories

"I'm checking." I stood on stage looking at the two of them, and suddenly I was back at the wedding, watching Dad sit by the kitchen doors with the catering carts behind him and broth stains at his feet, barely daring to clap. Today, he was in the front row, and nobody asked him to move aside. Nobody told him he was in the way of the cameras. After the signing, James shook my hand. "Ms. Reed, looking forward to the partnership." When those words landed, Dad's eyes lit up. He straightened up a little in his seat, like he wanted everyone to know I was his daughter.

"... cheated on me. He fucked that damn exchange student from our school. Gianna Florence! Why don't we give them a hand of applause, everybody?" Catherine carelessly dropped the glass she was holding, causing it to break into pieces. Whispers filled the entire place as she just stood there, soulless. "Catherine! I'm telling you right now, take everything back you said! You're making a scene!" Without any hesitation, she slapped him hard. "Tell them how you fucked her yesterday, Alastar. Tell them how you moaned each other's name while doing it in my apartment! I couldn't get how you could tell me you love me but still cheat! You're nothing but a fucking liar!"

“I have been wanting to try threesome…fuck son, this feels sooo goooddd.” We continued fucking in that position, until Dad was about to wake, I pushed away instantly and covered myself with a pillow. While she kept bouncing on his cock. “Sweetheart…what are you doing? Your son is right here,” Dad said. He told her to stop and he went to their room. It was like I drank an energy drink when my dad left. I flipped her onto her back. Spread her legs wide. Then slammed my cock into her in one rough thrust. I couldn’t hold myself. I began fucking as I had imagined. Fucking her with all the strength left in me.

He begins to explain. “But that wasn’t what that drifted us apart.” He says. “Then what was?” I ask, clearly intrigued, because most of everything he’s explaining is news to me. His face becomes reddened from embarrassment as he clears his throat. “I slept with Susan.” He spits out. “You slept with my mother? The hell?” I close my eyes for a moment to calm my nerves. If I don’t keep calm, I will most certainly do something that I would regret later. “It’s not something I’m proud of, but yeah, I was having an affair with your mother. Your dad eventually found out and he swore never to talk to me til the day he died.” He continues.

I turned my head. "Do you sleep in the same bed together?" my dad asked, his voice strained. I stiffened. The room suddenly felt unbearably hot. I turned my gaze back to him. I couldn't bury myself under another lie. "Sometimes," I admitted. "But it's always platonic." My mom sat on the edge of a trunk, her voice filled with disbelief. "But you sleep in the same bed," she repeated, as if needing further confirmation, as if she hadn't heard me correctly.

My foot was against his young cock and I felt it twitch, "So, I was cool with you and Aron and all that. I didn't care if your wife knew or anything. Well, one day I had to look something up. My phone was dead and my tablet was up in my room. I walked by Dad's office. He had stepped away from his computer, I found out why later. So I jumped on and got some surprise. My dad was looking at p**n. Not just any p**n, but older younger gay stuff with a lot of father-son sex. I ran out of there. Dad told me later he was in the bathroom masturbating and never heard me. "I was freaked. I had no idea. But the more I thought, the more I liked it. Dad and I get along great and I wondered if he wanted a

my dad states. "We've sorted it. She's not leavin'," I explain. "Not about the argument, King, the fuckin' words," he shouts, and I nod. I admit I probably fucked more women they all of them put together do in a year. I've changed, though. "I've not touched a woman since I saw Maz that first day; I wouldn't fuckin' do that to her." I couldn't cheat on her and fuckin' hurt her. "Not that, I'm on about the reason ya were sleepin' with all the women, the shit ya said about ya mind," my dad looks at me and new panic sets in.

"How... what are you doing here?" He was about to answer. But another voice came from behind me. "Dad!" Marcus passed by me in an instant, his arms open wide. And the man, Jason, turned to him with a smile I had never seen. "Son." The air left my lungs. Marcus hugged the man I had slept with the night before. The man who knelt to take off my shoes. The man who signed a letter with a heart. "Dad, I'm so glad you made it." Marcus stepped back, a huge smile on his face. "I want to introduce you to someone."

I was glad we agreed to never do that again. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn't. I texted him, "Hey...I think you should have told me you have been sleeping with mom. WTF...Dad?!?!" He never responded which did nothing but piss me off more. I felt like a jilted woman. How could he do this, I thought.

I have been in love with him since we were kids, but everything changed a few weeks ago. I have been sleeping with him since I turned eighteen. We were in a relationship. A secret one at that. I couldn’t tell my parents because dad would have killed him if momma didn’t get to him first. I thought he had the same feelings about me that I had for him, but boy, was I wrong.