Father's Erotic Odyssey
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - When Mom left for a business trip, Dad’s mask of fidelity crumbled. Drawn into temptation by the neighbor’s allure and secret late-night indulgences, he spiraled into betrayal and desire. I was the only witness—capturing every forbidden moment in my hidden diary of lust and secrets.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction Cheating Father Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse 2nd POV
The father scooped Eleanor up from the bed in one swift motion, catching her off guard while she was still half-asleep. Before she could even process what was happening, he tossed her to the other side, nearly crashing her into the camera Uncle John was holding up.
Eleanor let out a startled scream in shock.
Without a hint of mercy, her father slapped her hard across the face and snarled, “Shut the hell up! You want the whole world to see your dirty little pussy?”
She shook her head violently, crying out, “It hurts! It hurts!”
Ignoring her completely, he delivered another sharp slap, the sound echoing through the entire bedroom like a crack of thunder.
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face as he glanced toward the camera, and I knew he was checking with Uncle John.
To my surprise, Uncle John just said, “Hey, brother, do whatever you want tonight! Don’t worry about me! Just make sure my wife gets her fill!” With that, my father dropped all his reservations.
He flipped Eleanor’s body over roughly, forcing her face down on the bed. One hand pinned her back while the other gripped her hair at the back of her head. Suddenly, she let out a piercing wail, but if you listened closely, there was a hint of satisfaction mixed in, her high-pitched voice drawing out the sound in a long, wavering moan. I knew right then that my father’s cock had plunged deep into her wet hole without a second thought.
Then he demanded, “You like that, you slut? Huh? Does it feel good?” He didn’t even wait for her to answer before his hips started thrusting wildly on screen, the intense pounding breaking her words into fragments: “Yes ... yes! ... It feels so good! ... I’m dying from it! Ah!”
A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he leaned in close to her ear and began licking it with his tongue. Eleanor’s moans grew even more sultry and desperate: “Oh ... ah! ... No! Don’t ... don’t!”
Still right by her ear, he teased, “No? Oh ... no what ... you don’t want me fucking you? Huh! You don’t want it? Don’t want it!”
He kept repeating himself, but his thrusts below only sped up.
Realizing he’d misunderstood, Eleanor shook her head frantically and clarified, “No! That’s not ... what I meant! Charles ... I want it! I want it!”
He yanked her hair back hard and snapped, “Then who was the lying little whore just now? Huh! Tell me!”
Her body was getting fucked so hard she could barely control herself, saliva starting to drip from the corner of her mouth and nearly soaking the sheets.
With trembling lips, she replied, “It was me ... it was me! All ... me! I’m the liar! Ah!!”
That fired him up even more, and he pressed, “So does the liar need to be punished? Huh?!”
Echoing his words, she gasped, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
At that, he moved the hand from her back to her breast and squeezed it hard.
The pain made her open her mouth wide in a series of agonized cries.
He burst into a manic laugh, pounding into her with renewed force. Sweat poured down his back from his shoulder blades all the way to his ass, beads forming on his calves too. The sheets where he touched were soaked through with his sweat, filling the bed with his heavy, musky scent.
All at once, Eleanor’s body began convulsing violently. She mumbled something incoherent that no one could make out, until finally her voice cleared enough to shout, “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh ... it’s here ... oh...”
A look of utter surprise took over his face. He considered giving the writhing slut beneath him a few more slaps to teach her a lesson, but as his hand rose, a flood of glistening fluid gushed from between her legs like a dam breaking.
The force of it was so strong that it actually pushed his thick cock right out of her dripping pussy.
Stunned, he could only gasp in amazement before turning to Uncle John and asking, “Your wife’s a real freak! Why didn’t you warn me she could do that?”
Uncle John looked just as clueless and replied, “I had no idea! She’s never done it before!”
That only made my father grin even wider with pride.
By now, Eleanor had collapsed completely onto the bed, unresponsive no matter how he prodded her. All she could murmur was, “That felt so good...! So good...! Amazing...!”
Not wanting the moment to end so quickly, he scooped her up again, his cock sliding right back into her slick hole with the motion. This time, it really hurt her, and she pushed back desperately, pleading, “Enough! ... Enough! ... I’ve come! ... Enough!!”
But he paid no attention to her words, thrusting relentlessly into her from below. Her cries grew louder and louder, loud enough that they might draw complaints from the neighbors if it kept up.
Seeing the risk, he pressed her head down firmly into the mattress, muffling her completely.
His pace quickened, and even through the screen, his voice came through clear: “Fuck! Fuck! Oh ... this is amazing ... oh...! So good...!”
She struggled beneath him, her lower body slick from the earlier flood, making his movements faster and heightening her sensitivity even more.
As the thrusting continued, his expression turned blank and focused.
He opened his mouth, eyes locked on her below him, muttering between breaths, “Oh...! Ah! So good...! So good...!” Each word came with a powerful slam into her depths.
Uncle John filmed it all with rapt attention, showing no jealousy as her husband. Instead, he cheered my father on: “Yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Fuck her brains out, brother! Give her everything she’s craving!”
It was like my father had been possessed, his words turning into heavy, ragged gasps.
In an instant, he yelled at the top of his lungs, “I can’t hold it! I can’t hold it! It’s coming! It’s coming! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna fuck you to death! Fuck...! Ah!!!! Ah!!!!!!!! Ah!!!!!!!! Oh! Ah!!!!!!!”
With that earth-shaking roar, thick white cum erupted into her pussy, the hot streams far more intense than her own climax earlier. It filled her up completely and overflowed onto the bed in messy puddles.
Uncle John watched in awe.
He rushed behind my father to zoom the camera in on her flooded hole, but it was still blocked by his cock. All the screen showed were his balls twitching and pulsing, and I knew they were still pumping more of that scorching load deep inside her.
Exhausted, my father slumped over her body. When his ear got close to her mouth, he could faintly hear her whispering, “No more ... no more ... I’ve come ... I’ve come ... no more ... no more...”
He closed his eyes, his hot breath scattering the sweat on her shoulder. In that moment, I wondered if he was thinking of someone who haunted his thoughts, maybe my mother, or someone else, but definitely not me.
A short while later, he opened his weary eyes and rolled off to the side of the bed, stretching his limbs.
Then he started maneuvering Eleanor’s body again. She was limp as a rag doll, her arms and legs flopping uselessly.
He lifted her up with both hands and said to Uncle John through the screen, “Your turn now!”
Looking straight into his eyes via the camera, I could tell his floodgates of lust had burst wide open for good.
Eleanor was clearly at her limit with all the handling. She furrowed her brow, eyes squeezed shut, as if blocking out the chaotic world around her.
But my father wasn’t having any of her resistance. When she tried shielding her lower body with her hands, he grabbed her hair without a word and smacked her ass a few times, yelling, “Weren’t you the one begging John to get me to fuck you?! Now you’re acting all innocent like some proper lady?! Huh?! What, you think you’re a damn virgin or something!”
She didn’t respond, which only pissed him off more, seeing it as defiance and an insult. In return, he unleashed a fresh round of punches and kicks.
He shoved her down onto the bed, prying her legs apart with his hands. Then he lifted his foot and stomped hard right between them.
The slap rang out sharp and clear.
His broad sole slammed into her crotch, making her scream in terror: “Ah! No!” She quickly covered herself with her hands.
Worried he’d gone too far and actually hurt her, he started to ask Uncle John’s opinion, but Uncle John beat him to it: “Charles! Go ahead and play rough! She’s always begged me for intense stuff before! Don’t let that pained look fool you, she’s loving it inside!”
My father sneered back, “Fuck, your wife’s a total nympho!”
Uncle John agreed, “You bet! That’s why she kept pushing for you! I couldn’t handle her alone!”
Hearing Uncle John hype him up like that brought a smug curve to my father’s lips.
Softening his rough tone a bit, he fondled her breasts and asked, “So, can you handle more, you slut?”
Her lips parted slightly, a trail of clear fluid dripping from the corner, maybe saliva, or perhaps remnants from when she’d sucked him off earlier.
She wiped it away weakly with one hand and murmured in a faint voice, “More ... more ... no ... can’t ... anymore...”
He leaned his ear close to her mouth, pretending not to hear: “What was that? More, you say? Alright! You asked for it!”
When she realized he’d twisted her words, a sob caught in her nose, but before tears could fall, he hoisted her up again.
Without another word, he lay back on the bed, his grip still strong enough to control her effortlessly.
Her legs were clamped tight until he kicked them open. Then, guiding his massive, proud cock, he thrust it straight into her vagina in one go. The leftover cum inside her splashed out, followed by her sharp, desperate shriek.
After all the screaming, her voice had gone hoarse. Now, what came out through the screen sounded like the final, struggling gasp of someone on their deathbed.
He held her ass with both hands, letting her lower body move freely on top of him.
Since she’d been clenching her legs from the start, the way her hips now rocked felt incredibly stimulating to him.
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