Hungry for Dominant Daddy (Incest)
Family Incest Mom and Son
Serving Her Father
A Mother Son Secret
Hungry for Dominant Daddy
Monster Erotica
The Forest of Darkness
Scifi Breeding
The Research Station
Standalone
The Virtual Romance World
Fanni Joins the Slave Trade
Christa Teases Her Dad and Uncle
The Prude Gets What She Deserves
Brainwashing the Mean Professor
Master's Dogs Claim Babes
Robbie Gets a Harem: Mom and Sister
Taking Mom: The Affair
Weekend With His Daughters
Giving In: Mother and Son
The Nympho's Rough Craving
Forced at Home With Dogs
Mom Brainwashed Into Submission
The Viking Slave Trade
She is Claimed By Monsters
The Mandate: Lecherous Old Men Claim Free Use Women
The Horse Wench of the Old Manor
Mom's Addiction to Son
Father and Son Having Some Fun
Mom Models For Her Son
Canine Companionship College
Mother and Son Domination in Bed
The Lustful Family
Game World: Milfs Owned
The Breeding Grounds Game Harem
Owning Mom at Home
Required to Serve Dogs and Men
Mom is Owned by Sons
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By Brett Wright
Hungry for Dominant Daddy (Incest)
Also By Brett Wright
All characters are over 18.
"Morning," a deep voice rumbled from the doorway. She turned to see her father leaning against the frame, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. He wore only boxer briefs, his morning erection obvious. At 45, he maintained a muscular build from years of manual labor, his chest hair dusted with gray that matched the streaks at his temples.
"Good morning, Daddy," she replied, her voice soft as she flipped pancakes on the griddle. "Your coffee's almost ready." She poured the dark liquid into his favorite mug, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar, exactly as he liked it.
He crossed the kitchen, deliberately letting his hand brush against her ass as he passed. "Smells delicious," he murmured, standing close behind her. His breath was warm against her neck, making her shiver despite the heat from the stove. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her back through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
She set down the spatula, her hands trembling slightly as she turned to face him. "Breakfast will be ready in just a few minutes."
"I'm hungry for something else right now," he growled, cupping her face in his large hands. His fingers tangled in her blonde hair as he pulled her in for a rough kiss. She melted against him, opening her mouth eagerly to accept his tongue. His hands slid down her body, squeezing her breasts possessively before grabbing her hips and pulling her tight against his erection.
"Daddy," she gasped when he finally pulled back. "We shouldn't..." But even as she protested, her body betrayed her, pressing closer, seeking more contact.
"Shhh," he commanded, lifting her easily onto the kitchen counter. He pushed her nightgown up around her waist, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. Her pussy glistened with arousal, the neatly trimmed blonde hair damp with excitement. He spread her legs wide, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. "This pussy belongs to me."
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her cheeks flushed. "All yours." She watched as he freed his cock from the confines of his briefs. It stood thick and hard, the tip already beading with precum. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, remembering how it would feel stretching her, filling her completely.
Without warning, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one rough stroke. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure as her tight channel adjusted to his considerable size. He didn't wait for her to adjust, beginning to move immediately, setting a punishing rhythm that had the counter shaking beneath them.
"Take it, you little slut," he grunted, pounding into her. "This is what you were made for, isn't it? To be your daddy's personal fucktoy." His words were crude but they only aroused her more, her pussy clenching around him with each thrust.
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "I love your cock inside me. Use me, please." Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the nipples hard and aching for attention.
He leaned forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth and biting down hard enough to make her yelp. The pain quickly melted into pleasure as he sucked and licked, never slowing his brutal pace. Her hands clawed at his back as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm her.
"Tell me who...