Mom And Daughter Incest Novels & Stories

She also claimed that ever since I regained my identity, I was withholding our sick daughter from her. She looked so pitiful, as if she had truly loved our family and me with all her heart. James sat beside her, gently holding her shoulder as he spoke up for her to the camera. "Lin is just too kind. That's why she got fooled by someone like him. He's a liar, and on top of that, he abandoned her. He's inhuman! "Don't worry, Lin. I'll always be here for you." This caused outrage to spark online. A scandal involving a wealthy family, mixed with the heart-wrenching story of a mother separated from her child, ensured the whole incident went viral.

Hence, I sent him my contact information directly. [Is this cat like a human?] [When she tried to nurse your daughter, she was actually trying to use another method to invade your daughter's body. Your daughter is the host body, and you're the main body. Essentially, you two are symbiotic. So, killing your daughter is the first step for her to complete the possession.] Marcus revealed so much information to me in just one minute. I knew I was in the right hands, so I quickly told him everything I knew.

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

He reasoned with her. "How can you understand when you're not there to see what I saw. They should be keeping themselves chaste for their partner or better still, having someone they are seeing which we are aware of, but those brats looked like they exchange partners and have sex in circles….." she covered her mouth with both palms and whimpered softly. She couldn't get the image off her mind. Not to mention the size of the penis she saw on the men. To think her daughters' core accommodates such length…..

"Your father is a fool. He doesn't know how to satisfy a woman. But you, beta, you're different. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." She stood up, pressing her body against his, her full breasts crushing against his chest. "I want you to fuck me, Lalit. I want you to put a baby in my belly. To make me yours." Lalit groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hips. "Mom, we shouldn't... It's incest." Poonam's hand slid down to cup his hard bulge, squeezing gently. "So what if it is? It feels good, doesn't it? The thought of fucking your own mother, of filling her with your seed?"

"I never realised my own daughter was such a fucking whore. Let me feel those tits." He pulled and pinched her tits as she rode him harder. Neither one of them could speak any more. They were both panting hard as their incestuous fuck got faster and faster. Finally Gretchen grinded her clit against her daddy and cried out as she had her second orgasm from her daddy's cock. This time he couldn't resist the quivering cunt around his shaft and he grunted out loud as he started shooting his cum right into his daughter's womb. Gretchen collapsed on top of daddy and they lay like that for a few minutes, daddy's cock in Gretchen's cunt, catching their breath. "Gretchen," daddy said and kissed her d

I continued to stroke her face as I ordered, "I want you to suck my hard cock, Mom. I want you to suck my cock and make me cum. Will you do that for me, Mom?" Mom's body seemed to shake slightly like she had just experienced a mini orgasm. Mom lowered her eyes to gaze longingly at my rock-hard cock in her hands. She then raised her eyes back up to mine as she hesitantly argued, "But I shouldn't, honey. This is incest. It would be wrong. If you have me do this, we could never go back to the way we were. This would change everything."

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.

“I sent you his contact on WhatsApp. Add him, meet once, and you’ll understand.” My heart jumped. I got even more nervous. “No, no, no. I don’t want to. I’m not adding him.” “I already sent it,” she said. “Just treat it as helping me ask about what happened back then. Have a proper chat!” I was close to breaking down. Mom always looked gentle and virtuous. I never imagined her youth had been this exciting. Of course, as her biological daughter, I knew a little. All of it came from my dad crying while drunk, talking about how hard it was to win her over.