Padre E Hija Insesto Novels & Stories

(“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THE FATHER-IN-LAW?! YOU GOT FUCKED BY YOUR OWN FUCKING FATHER-IN-LAW?! THE CRAZIEST, FILTHIEST WHORE-DAUGHTER ON EARTH! YOU TOOK YOUR HUSBAND’S DAD’S COCK AND NOW YOU’VE GOT HIS BASTARD GROWING IN YOUR BELLY? FUCKING MARY THE WHORE, CIARA, THIS IS ORIGINAL SIN 2.0!" "HAI KNUTTATO IL RE DEI LUPI, IL VECCHIO DEL TUO UOMO, E ORA PORTI IL SUO CUCCIOLO INCESTUOSO? MA CHE CAZZO DI VITA MALATA È QUESTA?!” she added and I sighed. ("YOU GOT KNOCKED UP BY THE KING OF WOLVES, YOUR MAN’S OWN FATHER, AND NOW YOU’RE CARRYING HIS INCESTUOUS PUP? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SICK, TWISTED LIFE IS THIS?!”)

Stephanie squealed when her stepfather suddenly climbed atop her, pinning her thighs together while driving his cock inside her pussy like a possessed man. Brody immediately covered her mouth with his hand. He needed to come. He HAD TO CUM. He would apologise later, and he would buy her all the fucking clothes in the world if that would make her happy, but now, he was going to fuck her cunt like he meant to. Hard, fast until her cunt was twitching with his cum. Stephanie's eyes widened as her stepdaddy fucked her hard. He drilled his cock inside her, slapping his balls against her thighs while his hand muffled the screams of pleasure that tore through her body.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

She kept her gaze on the floor. "You will be my personal release, you will be there whenever I am ready for you. As long as I am not bored of you, you aren't allowed to leave me. Your marriage to my brother is void. We got married first. I am your real husband. If you don't listen to me, I’ll tell him the truth about our steamy night together."

She’s right but she’s lying about the condoms. My mother’s hand flies to cover her mouth in outrage. “Who’s the father?” Diego Santoro. But I don’t think they would be pleased to hear it. The Santoros are one of the most opulent families in Malta, it’s an open secret that their wealth comes from illegal dealings. I did some more research about that family and I’m horrified that I had sex with someone like that. “I don’t know,” I say. “I won’t let you raise a bastard underneath my roof. Pack your bags and leave.” Father commands.

“You are just like your father. Selfish.” “I will take that as a compliment. Being selfless never get things done. But before that, I have some questions.” “Don't ask what doesn't concern you.” “You don't get to tell me what to do. Now listen.” He stalled for some minutes before saying, “So, I've been fucking my stepbrother.” Selena's eyes widened like saucers before she gulped. “Like, my-my son?” “No, the boy you abandoned. So yeah, he's mine, and we've fucked and we will still fuck.”

We rolled around on the couch until Natalie was once again cuddled up to my chest. We were the very picture of the sin of incest. Father and daughter, naked together, covered in each others cum. I'd never felt more alive. I doubted I would ever experience something so intense again, or so forbidden. I was so wrong.

After eating, Esteban went to the station to pick up Anna’s uncle. For the past three years, Isidro had been visiting his sister Isabel, Anna’s mother, once a year. So Esteban was already familiar with them. For him, the Camposanos were all ill-mannered. They were no different from his mother-in-law, though Isidro was worse. His daughter had clearly inherited her father's arrogance. Esteban remembered once overhearing a conversation between the three. Iñigo had asked his mother for money for a date, but his mother advised him to find a way for the girl to pay for the dinner instead. What kind of parent teaches their child how to not be a gentleman?

He was locked in a glaring contest with Kylie, a growl escaping his lips. "So what?! We cut the mate bond, but we didn’t break up! You’re still my girlfriend! How dare you roll under the sheets with my dad!" he yelled, then turned to Elijah. "And Dad, didn’t I tell you Kylie is my mate?! How could you sleep with your son’s mate?!" At this point, I had no idea what to say or do. It was all so painfully clear I was lost for words. Elijah glanced at me, and my pulse quickened.

“Dad, I made sure every shot went into the jar.” Jade’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed because she felt embarrassed. Tristan was even proud of the abuse done to her, which she obviously liked. “Hija, don’t be shy with us. But if my son just forced you, tell me, so I can teach him a lesson.” Jade’s cheeks only got redder because of what Tristan’s father said. Yes, and Tristan forced her before, but she liked how violent he was with her then. “Tsk, you two are enough, and my wife and daughter are still here.” Travis scolded his brother and nephew before their subject turned to promiscuity.