Incest Fantasy Confession Novels & Stories

The weight of him on my tongue, the way he filled my mouth, the low curses falling from his lips — it made me drip onto the counter. “Fuck, good girl.” He pulled out with a wet pop. “No condom.” “I’ll take Mom’s contraceptives,” I breathed, the filthy admission sending a thrill through me. Joy and shame mixed as I realized I was about to fuck my mother’s husband. “Guide me inside you.” I took his cock, rubbing the thick head up and down my slick center. My body jerked at the contact, hips twitching desperately. He felt enormous against my entrance. Without warning, he yanked my hair back hard, exposing my throat, and slammed all the way in.

"We're students of St. Tatiana's. We know how to do things with men. We can pleasure you, Daddy. We're such big sluts." "Biggest," cooed Keily, her voice so breathy as she leaned in and licked my ear. "Don't you want to fuck our tight, young cunts?" "Our tighter assholes," purred Riley. It was her turn to lick my ear while she grabbed my cock. "It's incest!" I gasped. "That's so wrong! I can't do that!" "Sure you can, Daddy," Keily said. "Mmm, I know, why don't we give you a little show? Some girly fun to get your blood boiling."

“Flushed and sinful in the house of God. My church. My little whore.” He pinched her nipple, twisting sharply, and she gasped, her fingers digging into the heavy wool of his cassock. “You’re going to tell me everything,” he commanded, his mouth trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her chest. “Every dirty thought. Every time you touched yourself thinking of this. You’re going to confess it all to me.” “I… I did,” she panted, her hips beginning to rock against the solid muscle of his thigh. “Last night. I fingered myself… thinking of you hearing me… thinking of you knowing how wet I was…”

The idiot wasn’t even trying to hide it. “I just had the best, mind-blowing sex of my life,” he said, slumping into one of the empty chairs with a dreamy sigh. “We don’t need to hear about your fucking sexual escapades, you twat—” “Nora’s a fucking fox.” Our heads snapped toward him instantly. Maybe I wasn’t a complete failure yet. But at the same time… two of my men were in their custody. What if this was all just a game? And worse, what if it wasn’t?

It won't change the fact that we both had sex. *Either way we are both sinners and he was going to confess to me.* “CONFESS TO ME, FATHER!” I screamed out loudly.

My chest tight with guilt, my body still aching for more. By day, I folded laundry and poured juice boxes, smiling like nothing had changed. By night, I was someone else someone who craved his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing me into the mattress. It became a rhythm. A secret pulse between us. And with every stolen night, the shame burned hotter but so did the hunger. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. And the worst part? I think he knew that too. The Last Confession I should hate myself for what I’ve done.

I wanted to move but my body refused to do so. “Is that what you want, Tyrith?” The question seemed far away. My eyes lingered on his moving lips. “Do you want to be my sex slave? Would you like me to drag you to my place and fuck you until you forget who you are?” His pheromone seeped into my skin. Goosebumps bathed me. I bit into my tongue to suppress a moan. Lucian rose. His face closed in on mine. “Answer me, Tyrith. Do you fantasize about me? Does the idea of belonging to me drive you wild?”

"And this.....is my story." It all started when I was ten, and Blaine fifteen. We were five kids, Blaine being the only boy. Our family was a happy one, we loved each other dearly, we did everything together. Dad and mum were just as loving. It was the perfect family. Things changed one night when I caught Blaine staring at me while I was having my bath. I was shocked but didn't take it as anything. He apologized and I forgot about it. After sometime I began to notice Blaine wanted to be alone with me. I was only glad. In my little mind, I felt he needed someone close to him. Being the soft type, I gradually moved close to him. Anytime I had dispute with anyone, he'd be the one to cuddle me

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (5) She chuckled. “I told him that was enough—for now—when I got back. He behaved for the rest of dinner. But when we got in the taxi... it was game on.” I leaned in, heart pounding. “It wasn’t just a taxi. It was a minibus, with high seats. We sat at the back, kind of hidden. As soon as the door closed, he pulled me to him and started kissing me hard. His hand was under my skirt within seconds. He pushed my shorts down and rubbed my clit, then shoved two fingers inside me and fingered me rough and fast.”