Sex Stories With Dad Novels & Stories

It was messy sex, but I didn't care. My dad's body felt slippery on top of mine. I could feel his chest rubbing against my nipples. The room was filled with our heavy breathing. My dad was moaning as he rocked himself forward and back. His cock filled and stretched me, opening my pussy from within. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced. Droplets of sweat dripped from his skin, landing on my chest. I swear I heard each drop sizzle. Gazing up at him, I saw water beaded across his forehead. His face was contorted with lust. My mouth was open wide as I fought to catch my breath.

So for now, it would be another evening masturbating, while fantasizing that I was with someone just like my Dad. My Dad? It hit me like a ton of bricks. More and more, my fantasies were about being with a man that was just like my Dad! In fact, all that was missing was my vision of his face! The discovery that I was fantasizing about having sex with my Dad both repulsed me and intrigued me. Why not, I thought. After all, he probably had the same needs as I did, and I was beginning to understand what, and how strong they were becoming! As I slid my hand inside my panties, I began to rub my clit. The idea of my Dad as my lover seemed more and more appealing.

And both Dad and Jared choked. “I know all about your excursions, boy,” mom narrowed her eyes at Jared, who looked uncomfortable. And I know why he was stunned, he always thought that our parents were unaware of his sex-tra-curricular activities. But apparently, they were not, I snickered silently. “And you,” mom continued as she pointed her fork towards dad, “you slept with your mistresses, plural, after meeting me. I have not yet forgotten that…” Dad raised his hands in defence and added, “It was ages ago…”

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

Mark's POV And they really had sex, and little did they know I was there watching everything. I already hated my dad at that point, but I had to admit he was a good fucker. Mallory kept moaning for more while Joshua fucked her. At that moment, I couldn't help myself because I was so turned on by the provocative sight in front of me. While my dad was fucking her, her tits bounced a thousand times better than when it was mine imagination in my wet dreams.

I pushed at his chest, panting through tingling lips. “We shouldn't be doing this, dad. It's wrong. It's sick.” I trembled, “What if mom finds out?” “Sick?” He pushed my dress upward, “Aren't you loving every second of this, baby girl? Besides, your mom will never find out. Even if she does, I'd like to see the look on her face. She's off on her trip fucking every guy she meets, not knowing that I’ll be having lots of sex too. With you. Don't you want to be fucked by daddy?”

I stood up to look at her, but she had her eyes closed. “I should stop, I can tell that you're tired.” “I am, but please don't stop.” She pleaded “I'll be quick,” I replied. I spread her legs apart a bit and inserted my penis inside her. She gasped and held onto the wall for support. The sex was short but intimate, we stood under the shower in silence for a while, as though we were going through a cleansing rite. *Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?” “Your Dad is having an affair with Julia.”

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

My eyes widened. "I mean, how the fuck would gay have sex? Tried watching some gay porn and I saw that one should be fucked in the ass" he looked at me. "Was it you, Keatton? Did you get fucked in the ass a while ago? I'd be damn happy to know if ever that you are the one fucking than the one to be fucked," he added. I almost faint just by how my Dad is speaking to me right now. It is kinda awkward and it is making me cringe till death!

Now he could see why I told him he couldn't treat me like his papa would. He never made me moan that hard, or cum that hard. That bastard was a fucking vanilla boy. He'd just wanted to go straight into fucking. He never thought me how to give head, or even have me one myself. Adrian thought me all everything I knew now. That bastard would just drive into my couchie and start fucking with that big sized dick he had. But he'd never go down or try to have fun with. I knew since I signed that contract with Adrian they've been alot of activities good and bad but I wouldn't lie I loved it here with him.