Incest Daddy Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

Readers of "Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return", Your dearest author would like to announce that I have turned this book into a series. I have written all the stories of Ethan's and Sam's children. To read the rest, simply search for the books below. Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story)

Asking for more. *The sounds she'd made. Those little gasps and whimpers that drove me out of my fucking mind.* *The way she'd begged. "Harder. Please. I can take it."* *How she'd looked when she came. Back arched. Nails in my shoulders. My name on her lips.* I was rock hard. Again. Still. Fuck it. I unzipped my pants. Freed my cock. Started stroking. This was wrong. So wrong. Jerking off in my office thinking about my girlfriend's daughter.

Five minutes later, I was too busy reading the story to care. So now we were sharing sibling incest stories. We tried some others in the category, too. But the mom/son, dad/daughter ones creeped both of us out. We did OK with cousins. But for us, clearly, brother/sister incest was best. In story form, anyway. Especially the ones where the sister got pregnant at the end. We shared other stories, but more and more I was seeing a steady diet of sibcest. Better (worse), I'd become accustomed to all of it. Like slipping into the pool step-by-step, by the time I was underwater I was used to the temperature. I don't think either of us realized the danger we were putting ourselves in.

I was going to cum again, right here, hiding from my husband while his father fingered me in the closet. I came hard, shuddering silently, tears of overwhelming pleasure and terror leaking from my eyes. Richard kept going, drawing it out until my knees buckled. Only then did he pull his fingers free and feed them to me, replacing the panties briefly so I could suck our shared mess off them. "Good girl," he whispered so quietly I barely heard. "Swallow Daddy's load like the cum-thirsty slut you are." David sighed audibly from the bed. "She must be out. I'll text her." His phone buzzed... probably a text. Then his footsteps retreated toward the kitchen.

She pulled away from the kiss, looked at her daddy straight in the eyes as she stood up in front him and removed her shirt. I quickly moved behind her and started pulling down her panties. The rush I felt from knowing that I was presenting my daughter's vagina to her father, permitting them to engage in the disgustingly beautiful, sexually perverted incestual act of love between a father and his daughter. She straddled him and I grabbed his cock and pointed it to her soaking wet tight little virgin cunt. She slowly started pushing down His cockhead parted and stretched her tight lips as he started entering her.

When the mother went to the room to check on her grieving daughter, what she saw was her daughter in the middle of a disgusting incestuous mating with her husband as the partner. Misty could already guess that some major confrontation took place after that. It was also easy to imagine that was how the mother and the eavesdropping maids came to know that the father had had adulterous affairs inside and outside the house. The worst is his years of an incestuous relationship with his own daughter. To be honest, she could even guess that this was the real reason why that seemingly gentle madam ended up insane and that there was even a chance the madam had attempted to murder her daughter...

I could almost feel it as I watched that hot, sticky cum leaking out of my stretched-out little holes! My own Daddy's cum, filling me up. Because that was what it was. The pictures didn't show him much... they were always focused entirely on me, whatever was happening in them. I hadn't seen even one yet that actually showed his face. But I knew. They were Daddy's pictures... so that was Daddy, having sex with me. Even in the ones where I was taking more than one at a time... somehow, I thought of them all as belonging to Daddy. It was so wrong... but so hot! Imagining my own Daddy taking me... raping me, even! Stretching my tight, virgin little kitty with his huge, thick Daddy cock... slidin

I stepped toward him, my anger flaring. He stepped back, holding the phone high. "And why would I do that? This is my insurance policy. Imagine the look on Mom's face when she sees her precious daughter sucking her husband's cock. Or better yet, imagine the whole school seeing the 'perfect' Amaya getting fucked by a man old enough to be her father." I felt a cold wave of terror wash over me. My mother would be devastated. My reputation would be incinerated. This can't be happening.

I just want to take what I can get and leave all of this altogether. “Tell me who fathered your first fucking child!” He demands. Scared that he will yell louder if I don’t say anything, I start to say, “You. You’re my daughter’s father.” “That’s right, and you pass her off as someone else’s child,” he says, smirking as he teases me more. “Now tell me… why are you letting me fuck you?” “Because I want you,” I say. SLAP. His hand hits my ass so hard that I flinch. I can see the craziness in his eyes and it scares me so bad that I don’t move for a second.

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.