Incest Fantasy Confession Novels & Stories

“You will go to confession tomorrow. Real confession. Father Julian is a good man. He will guide you back to the light.” I almost laughed in her face. Good man. The same man who had fucked my ass in this very kitchen while she was at bingo. The same man whose cum was probably still leaking into my panties right now. “Yes, Mama,” I said sweetly. “I’ll confess everything.” That night I sent Julian a video. I snuck into the church bathroom during Saturday vigil, locked the stall, hiked up my dress, and spread my legs. Two fingers plunged deep into my soaked pussy while I recorded, moaning softly.

I stroked myself as I watched their tongues dance, wet sounds filling the chamber. Raven moaned into her mother's mouth, her hands tentatively roaming over Lydia's heavy breasts. Lydia pulled her closer, grinding their bodies, their nipples brushing. The sight of mother and daughter devouring each other for my pleasure sent blood rushing to my groin. "Enough," I growled after several minutes. "Time for the first trials. Lydia, crawl to me on all fours. Use only that greedy mouth to pleasure me. Raven, you will confess every shameful incestuous fantasy you've had about your father while you edge that tight little cunt. No cumming. Describe them in all details."

If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gotten along really well. "Because I wanted the monster under my bed to come and eat me out,” I whispered, admitting for the first time out loud what my dirty fantasy really was. In the next second, he ripped my panties and threw the fabric somewhere. Before realizing what was happening, a hot liquid hit my clit, and a low buzzing started.

“I… I get wet all the time. Thinking about someone I shouldn’t. It throbs and I can’t stop touching myself. I fantasize about… being controlled. Held down and used.” The air in the room grew thick. Sean didn’t move away. Instead, his eyes darkened, pupils expanding as he studied her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You’re twenty now,” he murmured, voice dropping. “An adult. And you’re telling your family doctor that you’ve been lusting after him?” Amila’s breath hitched. She nodded, too aroused to lie. “Yes. For a long time, Dr. Sean. I want you. I want you to… dominate me. Please.”

My thighs trembled. “Now we talk,” he said, sitting in a large leather chair while I remained kneeling before him. “Tell me your limits. Your fears. Your deepest cravings. Be honest, little one. I cannot break you properly if I do not know where the cracks already exist.” The next twenty minutes became a raw confession. I told him everything : how I had fantasized about being owned, how normal relationships left me unsatisfied, how I craved pain mixed with care, how the idea of total surrender terrified and aroused me more than anything.

She gave a satisfied chuckle, saying nothing as she awaited my answer. “I wouldn’t really say I planned it,” I started, moving over to my wardrobe in search of my nightie. “I’ve been having dreams recently about a man coming to my bed every night and having sex with me. From the start, his face his usually blurry. But by the time I get to the point of orgasm, the blurriness gives way to reveal Father Gabriel’s face. This has gone on for about a week now and I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. So I went to church on Sunday for a confession and it ended with him fucking me in the confession box.” “Hannah!” Lisa’s eyes widened with delighted surprise.

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

In that moment of vulnerability, the beautiful woman felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her veins. Fear and desire intertwined in a tumultuous dance, each vying for dominance over her trembling form. Summoning her courage, she drew in a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession that lay ahead. "Father," Lara whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed stillness of the room. In the darkness beyond the screen, she could sense his presence. Granger. Silent witness to her innermost thoughts and desires. It was a dangerous game they played, this ritual of confession, a dance of temptation and absolution that threatened to consume them both.

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who