Sex Stories With Dad Novels & Stories

"I'll do anything you want," "You never do anything I want!" "Exactly! So this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you help me, I can also bait Mum into accepting your ludicrous sexual demand," Dad froze, his jaw-dropping with shock. I smirked and sat up, folding my legs into a crisscross. "Are you wondering how I found out? It's a secret," I placed my finger on my lips and winked. Mum didn't tell me but I went through her phone to search for things I could bribe Dad with. I read their chat. Dad sent her a lot of it, begging her to let him give it a try. It was a new strange fetish, but I honestly don't want to think about how my parents are in bed.

Dad inhaled through his nose, slow and sharp. “So… the things he was yelling in the hallway. About you and his—” He cleared his throat. “His… member. You did those things?” “Daddy,” I said quietly, “I’m grown. I’ve done some things. But I never had sex with Crandon.” Crandon laughed. “You never had vaginal or anal sex with me, but oral, well that’s different.” The room froze. My father didn’t think, he just moved. Hand out, across the table, and he smacked the shit out of Crandon before anyone blinked.

mom says snitching on me yet again. "Dad, tell her," I whined, he's the one who usually holds her back. "Sweetie, don't embarrass her, he's her mate, he got his own way to feed her," he says with a wink making me blush. "Dad, you're not making it any better," I say blushing, knowing he means sharing blood while having sex, and we're not there yet. "Why not, sharing blood is very normal between mates," dad says and I groaned, turning my whole head to his chest, they're going to kill me by embarrassing me to death.

“No one else will ever have her. I’ll make sure of that.” Tears streamed down my cheeks from the stretch, but I loved it. I loved being his dirty little secret while my dad stood right there. I sucked him faster, slurping wetly around his thick length. My free hand slipped between my own thighs, rubbing my swollen clit as I pleasured him. “Tristan… you alright? You seem tense,” Dad asked, sounding concerned. “I’m fine,” Tristan growled, barely holding it together. “Just… frustrated with how things are going. I need to release some tension.”

I whispered, my voice barely audible, not even sure what I was pleading for. "Please what?" he demanded, his voice low and rough, laced with that commanding edge that made my knees weak. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you... ruin you for Dad." "Yes... fuck, yes, I want you," I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I've always wanted you, Alex. But what if your dad finds out?" He grinned triumphantly, his fingers pinching my nipple harder, twisting it just enough to border on pain, which only heightened the pleasure surging through me. I yelped, but it turned into a moan as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.

After a while, Dad started shaking and hugged Samantha tightly. "Oh god! Samantha!" My father groaned loudly. Samantha also moaned as their lips meet. Dad definitely came inside her. After a while, Dad slowly stepped forward and then left behind her. I saw a lot of semen dripping from the Samantha's wet pussy. "Come here." Dad called and pulled Samantha. I ignored them and looked at my penis, which was dripping with semen. I panted heavily, closed the door, and then quickly left.

She whispered with tears in her voice. “Me too.” He replied casually. “No, like, I’m attracted to them.” “Yeah. Me too.” “Dad. I have sex with girls.” “Me too.” He shrugged. “Well, women actually.” “Dad. I’m trying to tell you that I’m a lesbian.” “And I’m trying to tell you that I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “I love you no matter what.” “I love you too.” He took a deep drink and finished off the bottle before opening another.

He didn’t find it. “Before I say anything,” he said carefully, “you need to understand that what’s between Eli and me doesn’t take away what he feels for you.” Her stomach tightened, a cold, hollow thing opening up inside her chest. “So there is something.” He didn’t deny it. “Dad,” she whispered, the word cracking on its way out, “how could you?” Damian leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.”

"Yeah well I still have parents who are Homophobic, highly homophobic, and I'm talking about my Dad. I started realizing I liked men more when I was in college, I had this guy that I was so into and my brother snitched and my Dad summoned me and I fucken denied him, he never spoke to me that day again. My Dad believes a gay man is a woman and he trained us to be men. One of the reasons I'm a sex addict, I'm using women to help me forget the fact that I'm into men more. And my Dad will never let me have that company if he finds out about it, he would even preferably close it down and die, the cancer might not even kill him but the truth will. So I cannot afford to loose everything. That night

"Okay, here’s the plan. Go to their mansion. Pretend you’re just there to pick up your leftover clothes from Xavier’s room. If the father catches you, act cute. Use that artist charm. Make him fall for you." "Luisa, that is so unrealistic. And besides, Xavier never took me to their house. He said his dad is almost never there because he’s always traveling for work." Luisa groaned, throwing her hands up. "Everything is 'Xavier said this' or 'Xavier told me that.' This is why you can't move on! You’re still living in his version of reality!" "It happened less than twenty-four hours ago, Luisa! Give me a break," I snapped.