Perverted Father Novels & Stories

“He was a complete maniac.” The words fell out of my mouth like they were nothing, like they were just some passing detail, but they were everything. Cain—The Devil, as they called him—had torn my world apart. My father had seen nothing wrong with the man who wanted to take me away. The man who terrified me to my core. Who had seemed to know the darkness that lived within me, and wanted to possess it, own it. There was nothing normal about any of it.

I wasn’t going to be that easy now, was I? I lift the duvet and I see that he's down there in his underwear with that huge, upright cock that you can see underneath and a hand stuck in his underwear. He's making one of his usual fucked-up faces. Because he's been caught red-handed and he says, “Excuse me, my father also says you're a slut. Why are you shocked by a penis? Besides, you said yourself that no girl will want to be near me anyway, so why shouldn't I try to be with a whore?”

“Is she still in the area?” “I believe so.” His father said. “What did you mean expensive tastes?” Max asked. “He liked high price prostitutes.” Max’s father said softly. “He offered to get me one a few times. I always thought it was a way to blackmail people.” “It was,” Max said. “I have to assume the high and mighty moral police of a man like you did not take him up on it.” “Max, that isn’t fair.” His father said. Max knew it was a low blow, but as soon as the words were said, he almost felt better. He had not had the chance to say anything to the people who had hurt him the worst.

My heart screamed loudly, and my eyes widened at what dad said. "He's a terrible psychopath." continued father. "It's not just buying and selling weapons and prostitution. Our informants say that it's also very easy for him to kill people who bother him. Especially women who spend the night with him and turn into parasites in his life." There was no other answer from them, all that remained was a brief silence while my breath caught. There is disbelief inside me .. the man who always throws seduction and temptation at me .. the man who puts his hand gently on my skin, with all his charm .. and I only know him as a tough man who is actually fragile because of his childhood trauma .. he couldn

Have you been a father before? ‘Perseus- do you realize – do you know who I am?’ I was the ruthless alpha, the one they called the devil. I’d taken lives with these hands. I stared at them, watched as my hands trembled. These hands were for killing, not – not for holding children. “I fucked up.” My hands found their way into my hair. “I fucked up real bad.” ‘That’s not an appropriate reaction to fatherhood,’ Perseus chimed in.

He looked down to his chest where it landed through the curtains. Presley frowned at the sight and then Liborio and his team were leaving but not before the mobster delivered a parting message. “Hawley, my father was a cold cruel man who once beat me unconscious for taking pancakes which were meant for him. I say this with all the sincerity in the world, your father is the worst father on the planet. His archaic beliefs on the medical system aside, he cares only about getting richer and controlling you. If I were you, I’d look into his actions. He’s been undermining your business for the last year and has been pulling strings trying to make people bail on you simply because he wants you to r

"I see, I see." My father's cock filled my mouth. I caressed him with my tongue, remembering what made Zack shoot. My other hand held his shaft and fondled his balls. His breathing deepened. I was sucking my father's cock as my mother watched. My cock was so hard it hurt. I was sure this was the most perverted thing I would ever do. Daddy put his hands on the side of my head. "You're doing so well. I'm getting close." I paused and looked up at him, "Cum in my mouth, daddy."

He ruts out amidst more useless struggles. “The same father that used me as a lab rat to get sponsors when I was eight, Hmm?” My muscles flex. He grunts like a pig in his struggle and I feel his drool on my arm. “The same father that created a fucking torture room for his only heir in the name of discipline, that father?” My arm tightens around his neck. More grunting, more drooling. “The same father that just spilled some bullshit tale about the only person that didn't see me as a freak of nature? That father?”

The reason his father had not remarried was because he was sone sort of puppet, taking orders from Adam Chukwu. It was not like his father wasn't a good man and father, and neither was he any better than the rest of his family, he snorted cocaine once in a while with his privileged friends and he had never been known to have a steady girlfriend, instead he changed the women he slept with even more than he had a cup of coffee in the morning, and he had not exactly been the ideal son to his parents, yet he hated the pretence. There was something so souless about condemning people for crimes he and his family actually committed, and it got to him.

My father moaned and the sound cut through me like a shard of glass. "Isn't this the reason why you have been doing everything to get my attention?" Benedetto smirked, caressing my father's ear as he sucked on his cock. "Because you missed this big cock, hmm?" "I do." My father groaned out like a dog in rut. "You are just like back then, Price. You are still a slut for my cock. I wondered why you couldn't stand your son being gay, is it because you missed this, and you couldn't stand that poor boy being out and proud?" Benedetto asked, his eyes moved up, pinning me with a tight smirk and I felt tears rolling down my eyes.