Relatos Eroticos Amor Filial Novels & Stories

“No! Please! I was right there!” Elena laughed softly and slid two fingers inside me instead. She fucked me slow and deep, curling them against that spot that made me see stars, but still no release. “Tell me how much you loved watching your dad fuck me earlier,” she ordered. “Tell me how jealous you were while he filled Mommy’s pussy with his cum.” I shook my head, tears in my eyes, hips chasing her fingers. “I… I can’t… it’s wrong…” She stopped moving her fingers and turned the Rose back on, pressing it to my clit again on high. The suction was brutal now. My whole body jerked.

"And I, Nicklaus, am blessed to have you as my partner, my lover, and my child's father. Our connection is a gift beyond measure." As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passion, we exchanged soft words of love and affection, reveling in the depth of our emotional bond. Our bodies may have found release in the physical act of lovemaking, but it was the connection of our souls that truly ignited the flames of desire within us. In that intimate moment, as we embraced the vulnerability and strength that love brings, we knew that our passionate encounters were more than just physical gratification. They were a celebration of our love, a testament to the depth of our connection, and a r

¨ she whispered only for him to hear, making him smile brightly at her little private, romantic statement to him. ¨I love you more, Mrs. Morero, always and forever!¨ he replied to her while looking deep into her blue eyes, showing his love for her, the love that he always had dreamed of, which he had found in his student, his Jessica, his kitten, the mother of his beautiful son, the love of his life, his Wife!! THE END.

He fucked her hard, deep and merciless, a hand around her neck, the other on her hip. “You belong to me,” he crawled at every bump. "Not your father. Not the company. Emilia came a third time, screaming according to his name. Julian followed her with a animal moans and get deep into them. After that they were lying there tightly wrapped, heavy breathing. “That was a mistake,” Emilia whispered. Julian smiled dark and tightened her. “Then we make even more mistakes.” The forbidden affair had begun. And she would change everything.

Then, he reached around to rub my clit roughly with his fingers while he fucked me. Then, he commanded: "Come for your stepbrother, Elara. Coat my dick." “Yes,” I groaned before I shattered, my pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him of his seeds as he followed next, thrusting erratically in me, his hot cum spilling deep inside me again. The orgasm was hard. We were both panting when we collapsed together on the bed and he just held me from behind, cock still buried soft. "Lila's trouble, but I'll handle her."

"She isn't sick. Patricia!. She is addicted at the age of eighteen and what she has done with my daughter. Your daughter deserves this. She should have died..." "Not a single word. David!. Olivia isn't your daughter. You don't have any right to decide for her." Patricia cut off him and yelled badly. "Slow down your voice. Sia is resting" He was frustrated in his tone. "Just because of Sia. You separated from your love. She is your lovely child so, Her every sin is forgivable. Our downfall started from there. She collaborated with Simon and entangled with the mafia. Do you forget that blast?. That horrible night. At that time, you were standing with her. You hid her. Now. Olivia is astray. Ye

We had become one, bound by an unbreakable bond that would endure the tests of time. In that sacred space, we found solace, fulfillment, and a deep understanding of each other. The erotic moments we shared were not just about physical pleasure but about the expression of our love, trust, and vulnerability. It was a journey of exploration and connection, a testament to the depths of our desires and the power of our connection.

They were very close, until he moved to San Francisco and she re-married a short time afterward. Finally the agreement covered the more personal expectations of this relationship. He would slowly steer the mother and son relationship into a discrete sexual liaison. In our earlier meeting we had discussed how I was to be reluctantly lured into this. I was also not to share the sexual aspect with anyone, including my husband.

His golden eyes held a knowing warmth. The conversation flowed easily, a comfortable mix of playful teasing and genuine affection. Their flirtatious remarks weren’t just playful banter; they were expressions of their deep love and desire, a constant reminder of the unique dynamic of our polyamorous relationship. Each glance, each touch, each carefully chosen word was a thread in the intricate tapestry of our shared lives, a testament to the complex and beautiful bond that held us together. The lingering echoes of the moonlit embrace in the forest now mingled with the comforting warmth of the hearth and the tangible affection of my mates, a perfect start to a new day filled with love and the

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr