Perverted Father Novels & Stories

Cameron stood frozen in place, and his parents were seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard. "My son, how did you get HIV? Could it be that the hospital made a mistake?" Betty asked in disbelief. While shaking his head weakly, Cameron replied, "I've gotten tested many times. It's always the same…" Betty and Ronald, who had initially been holding his hands, unconsciously let go and even frantically wiped their hands on their sleeves. Cameron never imagined that even his own parents would reject him.

"S-she uhh, made moves at me, several and I refused her but she wouldn't stop, I am only but a man, I can only resist for so long and when I went to her to finish what she started, she just changed her mind and I couldn't help myself.” I spend the next 2 minutes, silently and speechlessly staring at the entire figure of my father. Did I just never see it? Has he always been like this? A man that is my father will stoop so low and commit atrocities and still utter words like this to defend his name, the one thing he presently only cares for. What has our parents become?

He felt encouraged to continue, realizing that, even with her past, she still did not think of evil in the world. “Our father felt that homosexuality was a weakness, one that had to be removed through amputation. If he did not get rid of Clint, he was afraid it would spread. If he simply kicked him out, he ran the risk of Clint coming back and fighting for control. He knew that when that happened, he could lose, and our father hated even the idea of losing.” The words came out in a growl, and his hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened.

Miss Jessica blushed, "Hey, don't be so perverted. Your son is here. What kind of father are you?" "It's fine. I'm teaching him how to charm women in advance. It's good for a boy to learn, so he won't have trouble with women!" Mr. Marcus said without changing his expression, his eyes filled with even more evil intentions, a dark shade covering his deep eyes, as if he wanted to strip her naked. This guy is really a pervert! Damn, with his character, he's bound to corrupt his pure-as-clouds son to only understand love affairs ... Why is she so unlucky!

I think the outcome of my life would have been different had I known a few things then that I do now, but that’s neither here, nor there. For this day, I had really only any need to read a few chapters of a book for school. There was a lot of interest in reading and my father even let me read some of the books he enjoyed, both as a child and adult, but the adult ones I found harder to get into. None of them were sexual in nature, as I’d like to always stress that my father wasn’t a pervert. The things we did, I think they were done merely out of some sort of connection, need to connect, or just some mutual expression love. I was learning, and to learn from the man I looked up to was at the t

She screamed. "I am sorry, Iri, but how should I accept that our own father tried to sexually abuse you?" I screamed. "You know more than anyone that I despise Dmitri. I never cared if he lived or died. But I cannot believe he was that kind of a monster, only a sicko would try to commit incest and forcefully too at that. Father was many things but not a sicko, his personality and beliefs were terrible but not that way. So maybe you are confused or mistaken. I mean, tell me, why would Dmitri Sokolov try to have sex with his own daughter?" I half-yelled.

I expected him to get up and yell at me, maybe even throw me over the balcony, but instead, his next words made me want to vomit. “Oh yeah, and what if my father walked in here, tied your ass down, stuck his finger in your ass to play with your prostate and sucked your dick, and forced you to cum? Are you still not going to mind it?” He asked with a smug look. Of all the people he could have said, he had to choose his father. Why? I felt ill the moment he mentioned him, and it only got worse as he painted a disgusting image in my head of his father forcing himself on me. I quickly stood and walked away from him like he was a disease. The asshole snorted as I shivered in disgust.

Well, that earned me fourteen lashes from his cane, but I saw the twisted pride that shone in his eyes. "My son will make a great capo. A ruthless capo" He said. Mother is crying harder now. Father's belt is moving faster. God, I hate my life. I have no idea who a Capo is, but if that is what father does, I do not want any part of it. Father is s bad man. A very bad, evil, twisted man. I don't know what brought me to that conclusion exactly. Maybe it's the men with huge guns who always seem to be walking around the house every time of the day.

His face was red with something he couldn't let out. My heart burned even more as Axe grimaced with his eyes closed in pain. He was paralyzed as his body was sodomized like that. Worse, it wasn't just one or two people who were doing the disgraceful act. But they all took turns, as if Axe's body was a rotating trophy that they could enjoy at will. I really couldn't bear to watch the harassment until the end. No wonder Axe acted scared seeing his father, a man who was about the same age as the perpetrators. I also remember what he said at the funeral. He called his father just like 'them'.

I have been good at repressing them but now that my life is at peace they have begun to intrude much more frequently. My father’s family is filled with a bunch of bad characters. The kind of people who do drugs and prostitute their bodies. The kind that would steal from their own family and abuse their own children. The kinds of people that make up the worst of the worst of society. My father was not a bad person, he was just absent. Always at work or gone living his own life. His younger brother Pete, on the other hand was a despicable person. I loved him at first, when he first showed up at our house after being gone traveling for many years. I remember meeting him and him showing up with