Padre E Hija Insesto Novels & Stories

"Stop watching her like a lovesick boy and get rid of her! My father did not fund your political campaign just so you could daydream about your ex-wife. If you don't fix this, he will pull his money before the week is over, and your career will be dead." She turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy oak door behind her so hard the glass in my cabinets rattled. But Vanessa didn't understand. She couldn't see the bigger picture. This wasn't about love. It was a burning, suffocating need to see Isla fail. I needed to see her crawl back into the shadows where she belonged. To prove she was nothing, I needed to find out exactly what secrets she was trying to dig up on my famil

Please note that this story deals with taboo subject matter, and it won't be for everyone. It includes an incestuous relationship between a father and his son, graphic sexual content, dirty talk and pregnancy kink. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! Ronald’s P.O.V, “Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in me, daddy. Breed me,” the boy on the screen screamed while he was on his hands and knees getting fucked hard and fast by a man at least twenty years his senior.

“Seven years ago. You didn’t let me.” His fists clenched. “That night,” he said quietly, “you left without a word.” “You told me to,” I shot back. “You told me I was a mistake.” The words hit him hard. “That was a lie,” he said. “Then this is the truth,” I replied, my voice shaking. “Andre is my son. And he is my responsibility.” Mason stared at me, something breaking behind his eyes. “And if I ask again,” he said, “who his father is?”

We came together, our bodies straining for each other, and Caleb groaned against my shoulder as he filled me with his warm seed. “What the FUCK is going on here?!” my father bellowed. I looked up and saw Caleb’s door was open, my father holding the key. Caleb swore and pulled the covers over us, protecting my naked body from my father’s eyes. “What does it look like?” Caleb snapped. “Jesus, could you knock?!” “Are you… are you fucking your sister? Jacey, are you fucking your brother?! Answer me!” my father demanded, spittle flying from his lips.

“Wh–what are you saying?” she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousness—her hesitation confirming what he already knew. “Do you really think I’m a blind fool?” Cristiano growled, his jaw tight, teeth clenched in fury. “I know you’re sleeping with my father. And now you dare come to me after fucking him?” His voice dripped with hatred and disgust as his cold eyes pierced hers. “But you forgot one thing, Ines—I don’t share.”

And once the flow finally stops, the catgirl lies down on her father with the combination of their fluids squelching between them. Sleep is fast approaching the panting couple, but before they drift off, Candace whispers in her father’s ear. “Maybe tomorrow you can fuck my ass like you did for Aunt Joyce?” Caleb’s eyes go wide. Caleb does not sleep well at all during the night. Cuddled up next to him is his underage daughter, totally naked and still sticky from the mixture of their fluids. After a day of fucking his sister-in-law—more than once, and filling all her holes to the brim with his cum—the man didn’t think it was possible to go again with his daughter. And then there is the matter

"I desecrate the Eucharist with my pussy juices, rubbing the wafer on my slit before swallowing it. I pee while riding your face, Father, drowning you in my golden stream as your holy tongue lap it up. Then you fuck me ruthlessly, opened bible pages sticking to our sweaty skin, and smearing with our fuck juices." Her voice broke into a whine. "Incest fantasies too, even though you're not blood—imagining you're my daddy priest, disciplining your naughty daughter with your dick. Spanking my bare ass, then soothing it with your tongue before sodomizing me. 'Take Daddy's dick, Hera,' you say, and I do, creaming on your shaft like the incestuous slut I am." Father Richard groaned audibly, the sou

Her eyes began to burn as beads of her own sweat blinded her. “You said you were going to take it,” he said, as he dug deeper, rolling his waist in a circular motion. “Have mercy on me! Please Daddy” she cried. “Daddy is not done yet!” He yelled, his strokes beginning to pick up pace. His strokes were hard and fast. Very fast. Miscalculated and deep. Finally, Don Pedro reached his second climax. He quickly out and spilled his seed onto her back. “Why didn’t you cum inside me Daddy” Sabrina cried as they both collapsed onto the couch, breathing against each other.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me. The man, who was now wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, continued. "Enersto is the son of a close friend of ours. This is my daughter, Emilia. She’s only twelve. Enersto offered to tutor her for free, to help improve her studies. At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. After all, we’re family. It would be a great help for my girl. But one day, I came home early and found his hand ... down there. She was in a state of shock, and I was horrified. Thankfully, that was the extent of it. He didn’t go any further, but the thought of what could have happened chills me to my core."

He grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him without looking back. I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. But I still felt suffocated. Christian was right. Legally, we were husband and wife. If the pension he had claimed by concealing my parents' death was identified as fraudulent, it would be hard for me to distance myself from it as his spouse. And there would also be fines. In my current situation, where would I get the money to pay for all of it? But if I didn't report him, was I supposed to just let my parents' bodies lie in a freezer? And let this animal go on as if nothing had happened?