Incest Seduction Stories Novels & Stories

Alex detested the situation, but he had no control over Pearl. She was a natural seductress, capable of bringing any man to his knees. He pitied his father, unaware that the woman he believed to be his wife desired his own son. Alex swallowed hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape his mouth as Pearl continued to stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. Her soft hand moved up and down his length, perfectly wrapped around his thick arousal, as she performed a handjob on him.

She looked inside. There were many DVD cassettes. P**n videos. She picked them up one by one. Her hands shook a little. She looked at the covers. All of them showed hot, busty, mature older women. Women with big breasts. Women with curvy bodies. Women who looked experienced. Freya felt a strange feeling in her stomach. She whispered, “Hmm… is this your secret, Mr. Knight? Watching p**n in your room late at night? And you like older women more? Is that why you don’t want me? Because I’m younger?”

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

I was barely able to hold myself together, I readjusted in my seat, trying to act natural while my mom asked if I needed extra sauce, I forced a smile and nodded. Peter's finger found the edge of my lace panties, I was already soaked(of course), he just pushed them aside and slid one finger inside me, holding eye contact with me like it was nothing. Just casual, his fingers moving like he was applying butter on a roll. I had to bite the side of my cheeks so I wouldn't make a sound. My grandma was telling a story two seats down, my dad and Uncle Fred talking about cars. And Peter. He was slowly, finger-fucking me under the table, like it was a normal thing to do

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

It happened so fast, blondie slams the the wine glass on his head and Selene gasps. Everyone is obviously staring as the rest guys scramble to their feet. It was then she saw them clearly. Cold shiver run down her spine as she takes a look at each and every one of them. Five in number. She had once served them, and they had once taken advantage of her. Raped and beaten her without mercy. They had also dumped her almost lifeless body in a fvckin dumpsite!.

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

he whispered against my lips. Dinner was pure seduction. We sat close, their hands constantly on me under the table. Marcus’s fingers traced circles on my bare thigh, slowly sliding higher. Noah fed me bites of dessert, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The conversation was light but laced with filthy promises. “You’re not wearing a bra,” Marcus observed, his voice low. “Good girl.” By the time we finished dinner, I was dripping again. They didn’t take me home. Instead, they drove me straight to a luxurious penthouse suite at a five-star hotel overlooking the city. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the civilized mask vanished.

He kissed em maturely, without too much spit or roo much tongue. Just his mouth moving up and down my own mouth, taking it in one by one and take it out too simultaneously. I felt his hands trace my dress, moving it a little higher and touching my underwear. I was becoming so scared, this was my dad trying to get under my pants, literally. “I do not think we should be doing this, it is incest.” I whispered into his ears and pulled out, staring at him, almost breathless, trying ti catch my breath with each heavy breathing.