Incest Fantasy Confession Novels & Stories

Sienna cried out at the stretch. He was so deep. So thick. He held still for a second, letting her feel every inch, then started fucking her in hard, powerful strokes. The wet sound of his cock driving into her pussy filled the room. Rebecca moved up, straddled Sienna’s face, and lowered herself down. Sienna licked her open without hesitation, tongue stroking through every fold while Daniel pounded into her. “Fuck, look at this,” Daniel growled. “Our daughter’s best friend eating my wife’s cunt while I bury myself in her. Been wanting this for years.”

"Oh no Chis! You can't! You mustn't!" "Shut up!" I said and rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit. Then I pushed it into her as she struggled. Diana was awesome. Her pussy was soaked and more and more fluid kept flowing from her. She was surprisingly snug and more than warm, almost hot inside. She cried as I drove my cock all the way deep into her. I didn't stop until she had all of me. "No! No't Alpha Leo! This is incest! You can't do this! You can't! You- mmph..."

“I brought out my cock, fisting it in my hand while he prayed earnestly for me to disappear.” I could feel myself hardening inside my trousers. I pressed down, trying to fight the sin rising inside me, but it was useless. The more pressure I applied, the more pleasure shot through me. This was wrong. I needed to stop this confession immediately. He carried on as though he couldn’t feel the war happening on my side of the booth. “I came so hard on my hands after he was done, but my hunger wasn’t satiated in the least. Rather, my hunger for him only increased. So I slipped into his room while he slept, and oh my goodness, Father Alessio was so welcoming.”

Slick sounds filled the quiet chamber—wet, obscene, desperate. “I confess,” she gasped, voice trembling. “I confess… I want him. I want Kaelen. I want my best friend’s father to fuck me. I want him to ruin me.” The confession spilled from her lips like a dam breaking. Relief and shame crashed over her in equal measure. She sank to her knees on the rug, gown pooling around her hips, thighs spread wide as she fucked herself with two slick fingers. Her other hand pinched and rolled her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit.

Her confession today was different; not the usual petty transgressions of thought, but something deeper, more unsettling. "I… I have been having… impure thoughts, Father," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Thoughts that shame me. Thoughts of… flesh. Of touch. Of wanting…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet visible even in the dim light. Father Michael clenched his fists, the cheap fabric of his cassock rough against his skin.

“Fuck… spread those legs for me. Let me taste how wet you are while your husband sleeps like a fucking idiot downstairs.” I almost came right there in the hallway. Every fantasy I’d never said aloud. Every filthy thought I’d buried deep. He was voicing them. Out loud. For me. And I couldn’t move. I couldn’t walk away. I watched him tip over the edge, jaw clenched, cum splattering his abs as he hissed through his teeth. And when he was done— He looked straight at me. I thought my heart stopped. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Emily shivered, and her voice came out breathy and needy as she whispered her confession, because the innocence was cracking and the hunger was showing through. “I imagine you coming into my room after Sophie is asleep and pulling my panties down and licking me until I shake, and then pushing your big cock inside me slowly, because it would hurt at first, but I would beg you to keep going deeper and harder until I cum all over you, and I have never said these kinds of dirty things out loud before, but you make me want to be your dirty little virgin nanny who spreads her legs whenever you need relief after a long day.” We stood there breathing hard, with the heavy, filthy tension hanging betw

His strong hard muscles made it squeezed in easily. He would tense up every time, jaw clenched and breathing heavier. But that only made me push harder. Besides it was just him and I in this big house for weeks. And I was tire of pretending--I wanted him to finally touch and fuck me. I know his blood and I think this would be incest but I don't care anymore. I just want to feel him.. .... One evening, while we were sitting on the couch watching a movie, I turned to him with big innocent eyes and asked something totally off- course

"Let them know that I have burnt for sex toys and you bought another to pleasure yourself.. is this not the work of the devil? She screamed as she tried holding back her tears but how can I tell her that father Kentucky is the devil in disguise, the one who keeps ruining my sleep with wet dreams just by his existence in Saint Raphael church. " You're coming with me and that's final, get the hell out of that thing and get dressed, since you ain't ready to wait to get married you can tell the father about all you've done today in the confession room" I stopped from standing up. " What do you mean to the confession room? Mum, I can't do that!" I screamed.. How can I confess to father that I hav

“Is that true, Helen? You get off on stepdaddy p**n? On watching a boy get fucked senseless by the man who’s supposed to protect him?” The confession slipped out before I could stop it, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with years of pent-up need. “Yes… I always have. It’s so fucking wrong, but it turns me on more than anything. The power… the way the younger one gives in completely.” I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking between them. “I’ve imagined it. With you two. I’ve touched myself thinking about watching Marcus fuck you, Jake… or the other way around. I want to see it. I *need* to see it.”