I Slept With My Dad Novels & Stories

I try to find the words, and all of a sudden it tumbles from my lips in a rush, “I slept with Virginia last night and I was very controlling… dominant even. I don’t understand why. I’m near enough a virgin. How do I have this experience? Knowledge? Confidence?” If anything, I was expecting disgust, confusion, but no, Dad surprised me openly laughing, he sounded surprised but strangely relieved. “Well well well, it seems you and I are more alike than I thought!” Now I was sure not expecting that! Dad was dominant? Ok, I didn’t want to even think of that, but it would make sense as to why I am this way. “But I’m not like this anywhere else. I’m not controlling or dominant with her out and abou

But, I’m unable to sleep, despite how weak and exhausted I feel. Mama is sitting in the chair beside the bed, whilst Dad is out trying to hunt for clues. “So want to tell me about him?” Mama asks. She knows I am awake. I open my eyes, looking across to her in the room that is only lit by the light coming through the glass above the door. “There’s nothing to say.” I reply softly. I mean, I slept with his brother. I also thought I liked his brother, who I’ve been flirting with all through the summer holidays…

I started imagined how he bent me over and fucked me, I was so in the moment until I heard a knock on my door. I sat up immediately. "Yes?". "It's me open up", my Dad said. I immediately wore my short on and then went to the door. He walked in and closed the door. "Sorry for disturbing your sleep", he said. I nodded, wasn't even sleeping. "Uhm okay so go and make pancakes okay before they wake up and then you and Jack can spend the day together, the house is all yours, bond a little, he's a pretty great guy, and maybe you can introduce him to some of your female friends, I don't know, when I woke up at night I could swear I heard him watching p**n, he was probably gooning I don't know".

he said while I froze at the sight of that whore on top of my father. “Aren't you supposed to be home?" I pointed at Nia, who was trying so hard to hide her face, but my dad asked me to wait for him outside. Shit The day was already filled with so many surprises but one of Nia sleeping with my dad was unexpected. She really was a hoe. “What the hell was that?" my dad asked as he walked out, lighting his cigarette. “I should be asking you, Dad. What the hell was Nia doing with you?" I looked at him.

I flash back to how my dad threw me out inside the rain after Jeff flee. I was thrown out by my dad then two years ago when he found Jeff his driver in my bed with me, he saw us in bed together so we couldn't deny nothing happened. Jeff left and never came back and I was thrown out of the house because my dad was so ashamed of me.

How the hell did my 62-year-old father land a woman like her? I’d become addicted to the stolen moments. Late at night, I’d creep to their bedroom door and watch her undress through the crack — bending over in tiny lace panties, her pink pussy lips peeking out. I’d stand outside the bathroom when she showered, stroking my thick cock to the silhouette of her huge tits pressed against the foggy glass. Every time I jerked off, it was her face I saw, her body I imagined taking. Tonight, Dad had taken strong sleeping pills after complaining about his back. He was dead to the world upstairs. I heard soft footsteps around 2:17 AM and slipped out of my room.

He had destroyed the threat before it could touch me. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and thick, but they were tears of relief and overwhelming emotion. I leaned into his touch, my body aching to be closer to his heat, my throbbing pussy soaking through my underwear as his scent drove me wild. "Dad..." A soft, shaking voice cut through the heavy silence of the room. My entire body froze. The warm, romantic haze instantly shattered, and a cold shock of reality slammed into me. It was Sophia’s voice. No. No. No.

I whispered my hands ribbing the bedsheet and anything I could see. “iOh my God! Really! Are you serious? You actually slept with Zayden?” “Yes!” I said, a mix of excitement and panic in my voice. “And now I think my dad might have figured it out. He almost caught us this morning!” “No way,” Jessica breathed. “What happened?” I quickly explained everything—the fight, the night at the club, waking up next to Zayden, and my dad showing up right as we were trying to sneak out.

and he looked at me as if I’d told him some great secret. I was pretty good at fooling kids so I added, “In the past, you used to sleep with Dad all the time. Now, it seems like you don’t want him anymore and only want to sleep with Mom. Dad will feel sad and jealous. Besides, you’re a guy, and so is Dad. Guys should sleep with guys, right?”

“Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I went to his hotel room. I just needed to see him, but once I was there…” I paused, the memory rushing back to me. Then I flinched and met my dad’s gaze, noticing his expectation for me to keep going. In that moment, I mustered all the courage I could find, took a deep breath, and forced the words out even as my heart pounded like a fist against my ribs. “...I saw him and Yuri together,” I said, my voice trembling, “They were having sex.” For a second, there was only silence, thick and suffocating, until dad broke it.