Pervert Dad Novels & Stories

So everyone saw that damn thing he did with my dad. "You see that? " she was suddenly surprised and everyone looked at her and hated her, it's her spreading her legs while dad fucking her with dad finger. But ofcourse the main event that can really be seen is him, only dad finger and half body is on the pictures. "You know my daddy has memory loss, you know my mommy just gave birth and then you take advantage because daddy only remembers you? Your just his ex girlfriend and you became a sluts wanting for a dick?" I smiled. to him.

A shiver ran through me as I lapped up more cum from her bush. "Mmm, look at that tight, young pussy," Mommy purred as she moved behind me. "You know you want to fuck her, honey. You want to fuck our daughter. You've fucked mothers and daughters together--fucked sisters at the same time--but you've never enjoyed incest yourself. Fuck our little girl! Her pussy has to be so much better than mine!" "You are such a pervy woman," Daddy said as I nuzzled into Noriko's bush. "I am. I'm going to fuck our little girl and knock her up."

“No, Dad. I know you’re mad. I get it. But he’s not what you think. He’s different. And I’m not going to let you ruin this!” Dad gaped at me, his fury turning on me as he if couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Ruin this?! This isn’t anything but a perverted—” I felt Cain begin to growl in his chest, the low threat vibrating against my back. I raised my voice, jumping in before my parents heard it.

"That happens a lot in those schools you know. They drug you and leave you like a prize for the frat boys. They tell them to go on in and do what they want. Next thing you know, little Keri's getting fucked and maybe by more than one guy and then what?" "They...they didn't do that." I said softly, he was really starting to scare me. "And I'm done with them and..." "Yup," Dad sat up and shook his head, "They come in there and they see this." Grabbing the shirt he threw it off of me. "Dad!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Dad didn't answer; instead he was looking down at my tits. I felt myself turning red in embarrassment as he stared down at me.

I tapped open the iMessage, " HELLO I GOT YOUR NUMBER FROM MY DAD AND I JUST WANTED TO APOLOGIZE ABOUT WHAT I SAID OVER THERE I KNOW I SOUNDED RUDE OR CRINGE, MORE LIKE I DIDN' LIKE YOU SEXUALLY THAT WAS WHAT I MEANT." As I read the first paragraph, I hissed and dropped the phone back on the bed, "So they do like someone sexually?" I asked. "This is not good at all if he went to this extent to get my number from his dad. Aiden needs to be killed so badly." I stamped my feet on the ground and clipped my bra.

“You wouldn’t believe the nonsense he came up with. And this son-of-a-bitch… this pervert who’s trying to get his claws into my teenage son? He’s connected to your church as well. He lives in your halfway house. Someone here got him a job at the place my teenage boy volunteers! What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Alex was the first to speak. “I told you, Dad. He’s not a pervert. I’m the one chasing him. He’s shutting me down. He’s being nice about it, but…” He shook his head and looked sadly at Mark. “Nothing’s happened, and I really don’t think anything ever will.”

Fucking pervert. "Mmm, those clothes do nothing to show off their bodies," he said. What a fucking dick! "Dad!" the son growled. "What? Don’t you want someone that has a nice body? She’ll be the mother of your child, so you’d have to find her at least a little attractive."

"You should be. I spent a lot of night masturbating to the peeks I had of your cock and balls." I felt the heat rise in my face. "In fact, I was embarrassed I even looked. I felt like a perv, but it only seemed to be more exciting." "You are your father's daughter," he said, rolling to his side and sliding his leg between mine. "We're both a little pervy, darlin'. I mean you fuck your brother and your dad, and I fucked my mom. Pretty damn deviant if you ask me."

Fucking pervert. "Mmm, those clothes do nothing to show off their bodies," he said. What a fucking dick! "Dad!" the son growled. "What? Don’t you want someone that has a nice body? She’ll be the mother of your child, so you’d have to find her at least a little attractive."

But now, I realized how naive I had been. “Go to hell,” I spat, turning on my heel and storming back to the doorway where my father was still waiting. Convincing me to go back home was an uphill battle, but my father was a master manipulator. He promised me everything—my credit cards, my car, even access to my trust fund. And as much as I hated myself for it, I eventually caved. It was not because I wanted his money, but because I wanted to show him that I wasn’t the helpless little girl he had tossed aside.