Incest Daddy Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

My father was not even here. “You cheating on your husband is not even my problem,” the woman sighed. “Can’t you keep your dirty business under wraps? And what does a gangbang mean? Is this how you want to ruin your life? By being a porn actor?” “Mum, I can explain,” I tried to defend myself. “I had cheated on Alex but it was by accident.” Another slap from the woman had me reeling backwards again as I held my other cheek. “And I gave birth to you by accident,” the woman grimaced. “Can you imagine the silly words you're spilling out? Are you mad?! You had better find a way of fixing this before I disown you myself!

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." He has long confirmed that Celeste is his daughter. From their first meeting, he has already sensed something peculiar about Celeste. And so, he needed concrete proof. He needed a paternity test. Lo and behold, they are indeed father and daughter. No matter how absurd it is, it is undeniable that Celeste is his daughter. Of course, he got a hunch that the mother of Celeste might be Cecilia, but he couldn't confirm it. After all, his first was Cecilia. Other than Cecilia, who else would bear his children? "How nice! Now I have one more daddy!"

Chelsea. Being fucked and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his cock this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition p**n. Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible. I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man on his desk.

Weeks had passed and no culprit was uncovered. Everyone is speculating and whispering conspiracy theories. Was it rogues? Other packs trying to damage our relationship with the crown? Angry peasants? Conspirators trying to shift the line of succession? Or my personal favorite, the witches of the black woods. I have always relished in stories of the witches of the woods. The legends say they drink the blood of young women to stay youthful. My father would always laugh when I would tell the stories I had heard of the black woods.

Thud. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed off the bathroom tiles. He didn't just slide in; he hammered, his large hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts, pulling her back against his chest with every violent thrust. "The basement," Vicky laughed, her voice jagged with moans. "She’s sitting there thinking you’re a good husband... and all the while, you’re in here fucking her daughter. You’re a bad daddy, Greg. A very bad daddy for a very bad girl. Does she even know how big you are? Does she make you grunt like this?”

“Suck your stepfather’s cock clean like the filthy family cumslut you are. Use that tongue. Taste every drop of your own cunt and my load mixed together. Mommy is going to fuck that freshly creampied pussy now and stretch it even wider for the cult.” Elena did not wait even a single second. She lined up the enormous dildo and thrust it into my cum-filled cunt in one long powerful stroke, forcing Marcus’s thick load to squelch and splash out around the sides of the toy and drip onto the altar below. The mix of my juices and his warm cum made the wettest, most obscene squelching sounds with every hard pump as she started fucking me fast and deep. She gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe. "Honey, we can't," he moaned, "its wrong sweetie. I don't want to hurt you Steff. You've got your whole life ahead of you," he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me. "Bullshit Daddy," I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my tongue deep in his mouth. If it's so wrong Daddy," I finally gasped, "How come there's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there's been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it? If it's so unusual, so perverted how come a million fa