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"Oh, Aria... I didn't expect you." My voice shook, I said to myself, clearly. "Papa is back?" And a little voice said and a little boy ran out,slumbery, eyed and holding a stuffed toy. Not a baby. “Oh hi Aria, since you’re here, you may as well meet our FIVE years old son.” Selene said, emphasizing on the word “Five.” Damien didn't deny it. My knees went weak. "Five years..." I whispered. Five years you have been cheating on me?

Her body started shaking. I felt sick. This was my father. The man who used to read me stories. Now he was fucking this woman like an animal in our kitchen. The smell of sex was strong. Sweat. Cum. Her perfume. It made my stomach turn. Tears burned my eyes but I stayed hidden. My hand pressed against the hard drive in my panties. I could not get caught now. The woman turned her head slightly. In the dim light I saw her smile. “Your daughter is watching, daddy. Does that turn you on?”

She feels the large, soft tip open her nether lips and then when Caleb is sucking hard on her nipple, she sinks herself down. At first her father has no idea what has just happened. He feels the heat from the catgirl’s pussy while she massages him with it, than all of a sudden a totally new sensation. Realization hits him like an avalanche. He is inside his daughter! He tries to break free immediately, but Candace uses her weight to keep him pinned down and his struggle only causes him to thrust into her deeper.

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

“Your big cock is ruining your son’s wife, Daddy. I’m such a bad girl… cheating on my husband with his own father while he’s unconscious.” I rode him harder, faster, my ass bouncing frantically. One hand slipped between my legs to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. My second orgasm crashed through me within minutes—my pussy convulsing violently around him. Fresh cream gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls completely. I climbed off his still-raging erection with a wet pop, strings of my cum and his precum connecting us. With lust-fueled strength, I dragged his heavy, limp body down to the dark basement—the same place where he had effortlessly dominated and fucked me earlier as my forbid

****** Sam's stepfather continues using her body. There's no real plot here, just fucking. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy.

Christian stood, walking past my mother as he made his way to the bedroom. Then I stood, staring directly at my mother, her lips curving as she motioned for me to go ahead. Speechless, I moved, or rather, my feet moved.Christian was seated on the bed, only in his briefs. "Honey, why don't you fuck my daughter just as hard as you've been fucking her these past few days? Only difference is, this time around, I watch and I call the shots." My mother said, as she reclined into the seat, crossing her legs.

I went and pulled his hair, making him look straight at me. "What do you mean by destroying my life?" I spat. "It's simple, isn't it? I fcked your father's wife. My son fcked your sister, and you know what?" he said, smiling at me, and continued. "My daughter fcked his son. I am fcking proud of her!" he finished. My mind raced through his words. My daughter f*cked his son! He had a daughter? And she had sex with me.