Relatos Eroticos Filial Novels & Stories

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

he says and stick two fingers into my pussy. Savoring the sweet sensation I was feeling, I closed my eyes. Then he started moving his fingers in and out of my pussy, going faster than he started. I moan softly, closing my eyes. Flashes of my stepdad, Dave appeared in my head as I felt pleasured by Jackson.

The prospect of confronting his father about their taboo love filled him with a sense of apprehension. Ederic was acutely aware that his relationship with Aaron, his own brother, was unconventional and condemned by societal standards. However, the profound connection they shared went beyond mere blood ties. Their love was an enigmatic force that disregarded societal norms and surpassed expectations. Their bond had become a sanctuary, a source of solace and joy. It was an emotion that defied simple description but was as real as any other form of affection. As they finally approached a stage where their love could fully blossom, Mr. Alit's interference cast a shadow over their prospects.

I explained before I took a sip of my double espresso. Oh, that’s good shit. Signora Cora knows her way around coffee. I needed this after the way my life has gone these past days. And I had the feeling I would need it for the conversation I would have with these two. “So, your cousin and his mate got his aunt pregnant?” Gunnar burrows his brow. I laughed and shook my head. I could understand his confusion. On the surface, it does sound very incestuous. “No. Let me explain.” I set my espresso down. “There is no blood relation between André and Delilah. André and Katrina are their father’s children from a former lover, a witch. They’re both my age.” I explained.

My fingers danced on my screen and I hit the send icon. Me: How do you fuck someone who’s like a son? It’s like you don’t want that fifty bucks Terry: Chill man. Some women even fuck their own sons, if the conditions are met. Me: Well, such women should be locked in a psychiatric ward. My skin tugged tight with disgust. But if the conditions, can make a woman fuck her own son, then it would work better when we aren’t even related. Me: What's the condition? Terry: Send twenty bucks first.

“If I hadn’t, I’d be dead. He tried to kill his mother at six years old. You should take him to a psychiatrist. “Also, this was your fault to begin with. You promised to take him to the amusement park, but then you broke your promise, and he blamed me for it.” His excuses just got on my nerves, so I chased him out of my hospital room. However, a man’s conscience never hurt for long. The next day, I saw him and Pearl on a concert kiss cam. My son sat between them, cheering for his father’s affair. Everyone online praised their good looks and wished their relationship well. I shared the viral video on my Instagram feed with the caption, [How sweet, I ship.] James immediately called to yell at

“Say you love being fucked like this while he’s right downstairs.” Her fingers clutched the sheets tight, and her whole body began to shake. “I love it. I love being your slut while my father is downstairs! Ohhh God, I love your dick, Luca!” Her confession ripped the last threads of control from him. His balls tightened and his dick swelled, every nerve screaming release. He slammed deep, grinding hard against her ass. “Fuck Stacey! I’m going to cum!” Her body convulsed, and another orgasm tore through her at his words. “Come inside me!” she begged.

Photos attached showed them tangled in bedsheets, Lila's lithe body wrapped around Marcus, her lips on his neck, his hands gripping her thighs. The messages were explicit, describing encounters in graphic detail—how he'd bend her over his desk at work, thrusting deep while she moaned his name, or how she'd suck him off in the car during lunch breaks, swallowing every drop. Elena stared blankly at the screen. She expected this and she always thought she'd flare up, cause a scene, a scandal even, perhaps. And destroy the goddamn reputation of this fucking pretentious family. Elena's breath caught in her throat, a mix of fury and an unwelcome heat pooling between her legs.

“I mean… he’s kinda not exactly related to you.” I stared at her, mouth open. “You’re—Jesus. He’s my uncle.” “Step-uncle,” she corrected, popping a fry into her mouth like this was casual gossip. “Who had three fingers knuckle-deep in your ass, making you come so hard you saw God. Three times.” “Please stop.” My face burned. Thank fuck Marcus wasn’t here; the poor guy would’ve needed therapy after hearing this. Rose shrugged, unrepentant. “I’m just saying. The first touch like that? It doesn’t fade. It burrows. You’re doomed, babe.”

He took my hands. "I want a chance," he said. "A real chance. To experience what it feels like to be loved. Not just fucking or this arrangement you have with my father. I want to build an actual reality with you, and I want him here for it. He’s the only family I still claim." Robin started unbuttoning his shirt while he spoke. "Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me."