Mom Daughter Incest Novels & Stories

"Oh, so he's just a gold-digging homewrecker!" "Some women love a guy who rides their coattails. He's probably just great in bed." "I can't believe she's abandoning her daughter just to keep a man happy. It's a good thing the daughter doesn't acknowledge her anyway." While wiping water off Winston's face, Mom screamed at me, "You useless brat! I specifically picked this place to celebrate his birthday, and you ruined the entire thing!" Maybe she was too embarrassed to stay because she paid the bill in a hurry and dragged Winston out.

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."

Especially since one of them wasn't his biological daughter. Dara, who had worked in the mansion the longest, had told them how the Don neglected his oldest daughter from the moment she was born. He had been looking forward to having a son, you see but after he found out it was a girl, he'd lost interest. "I don't care what you do with her. Just make sure she grows up fast. I might have use for her later" he'd said. That meant, Marianna Lombardi grew up alone, under the care of strangers who came and went, depending on her father's mood. She didn't know love. No one taught her the difference between good and bad. Wrong and right. All she knew was that whatever she wanted, she got.

When an attacker threw acid at my face, Mom was attending my cousin Celeste's family induction ceremony. But that day was my eighteenth birthday too. As I lay dying, I used the last of my strength to send her a voice message. [Mom, help me... I'm on the West Side. Someone is trying to kill me.] Her reply came almost immediately. [Stop using these tricks to compete with Celeste for attention, Emilia. I know exactly what you're like.] That same night, the Don summoned Mom back to the Romano estate to investigate an unidentified body found on family territory. The victim's face had been destroyed. Chemicals had eaten away the fingerprints on both hands. Mom led the security team through three d

"I never had a problem with him." Dad's lip curled. "You're not supposed to have a problem with me — because I'm not the one sleeping with your daughter!" And before Jaxon could speak, Daniel's low chuckle cut through the room like a slow knife. "Well — technically, it's going to be incest." He tilted his head, perfectly casual. "Given that Jaxon's daughter would be your granddaughter now." The room went still. Ever so slowly, Dad's eyes slid to Daniel. Measured. Burning.

Too bad her virginity had been the price of this realisation. Oh well. Time would heal her wounds and raw pussy. He was still just a player who would never feel about her the way she felt about him. And it fucking cost her mom her marriage. Her mom, who couldn't have known she was jacking off the very cock that had fucked her daughter the night before. I'm not good, mom. Not innocent. I'm an incestuous, stupid whore who fucked your step son. Made my best friend fuck your husband. Sorry, mom.

“Even if you hate your dad that much, you can’t—” “Mommy,” Ana softly cut her off, her head lowered to look at the candle shaped in five. “Divorce father, and marry Papa Uncle instead. I be okay..” “You won’t. Divorcing a fated mate means defying the will of the moon goddess. Your still a child, you don’t know how severe the punishment will be bestowed upon the offspring that two mates had after bonding.” Aliana took a deep breath after explaining, though, Ana just chuckled softly, taking her little hand out of her own.

“Is it really my fault? Your mother was lying right in front of you, and you didn’t even notice? Were you too busy focusing on Jacob? “Barbara passed out because of you! You drained Ev’s blood and even cremated her to cover it up. Aren’t you afraid of karma?” I made sure every word hit hard. Rosie went pale. She leaned against the wall, and she looked frightened. But she still tried to argue back. “Stop blaming me! It was Ev’s health that caused all this—” I did not wait for her to finish. I showed her all the videos and photos. “So, you want to keep arguing, huh? I can post these photos anytime. You’re the one who killed your own daughter!”

Of course, her mother was very angry and wanted her daughter to divorce. However, her mother-in-law didn’t believe her. She even said that Rosa was the one who abused herself to blame her precious son. Rosa didn’t give up and try to talk to other David relatives, still, no one believes her. Everyone thought that she abused herself and blame David just to have huge alimony since David had become richer.

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face