The Willowbrook Vessel Book 1: Daddy's Claim
Copyright© 2026 by Victoria Kane
Gemma 3
Incest Sex Story: Gemma 3 - In quiet Willowbrook, Gemma has become the secret vessel for seven powerful older men. Her own father is only the first. What starts as one forbidden night spirals into a dark, addictive cycle of breeding, risk, and total surrender. Her husband remains blissfully unaware, proudly raising children that are not his. The logbook grows. The hunger deepens. And Gemma is only getting started.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wimp Husband Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
The final day of the seminar arrived. Nat never left the house.
He telephoned the organisers early. A sudden stomach upset, he claimed. Serious enough to require rest. They accepted his apology without question. The moment the call ended he turned to Gemma where she stood in the kitchen doorway. Still in her thin dressing gown. Hair loose from sleep. His eyes held no trace of illness. Only dark, focused hunger.
“No seminar today,” he said quietly. “Just us.”
They began in the kitchen. He lifted her onto the worktop. Pushed her gown open. Spread her thighs wide. His mouth descended at once. Tongue parting her folds. Lapping at first. Then pressing deeper. Circling her clit with firm strokes. Gemma gripped the edge of the counter. Head tipped back.
“Dad ... oh God ... right there ... don’t stop ... please...”
He hummed against her. The vibration sent fresh sparks through her core. His fingers joined his tongue. Two sliding inside. Curling against that sensitive spot while his lips sucked gently on her swollen bud.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled between licks. “My little girl’s pussy ... dripping for her own father ... you love this, don’t you?”
“Yes ... yes ... I love it ... I love your mouth on me ... fuck ... Dad ... I’m going to come ... please ... make me come...”
She shattered. Hips bucking. A choked cry escaping as wetness flooded his mouth. He drank every drop. Then stood. Cock already rigid and leaking against her thigh.
“Bedroom,” he ordered. Voice rough. “Now. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
They barely made it upstairs. Halfway up the stairs he pressed her face-first against the wall. Lifted her gown. Entered her from behind in one hard push. Gemma gasped at the sudden fullness. His thickness stretching her open. The angle forcing him deep.
“Fuck ... so tight ... always so tight for your daddy’s cock...” he groaned. Hips snapping forward. “You were made for this ... made to take me ... say it.”
“I was ... I was made for you ... Daddy ... fuck me ... harder ... please ... ruin me...”
He obliged. Thrusts turning brutal. Balls slapping wetly against her. Her hands braced against the wall. His gripped her hips. Pulling her back onto him with every snap of his pelvis.
“Take it ... take every fucking inch ... you’re dripping down my balls ... such a filthy little slut for your own father...”
“Yes ... I’m your slut ... Daddy ... I’m yours ... fuck ... I’m coming ... don’t stop ... fill me...”
She came again. Walls clamping down hard. Milking him as she shuddered through it. He didn’t stop. Kept pounding until he groaned low and flooded her with heat. Thick pulses coating her insides.
“Feel that? That’s Daddy’s come ... deep inside his little girl ... marking you ... claiming you...”
They stumbled into the bedroom. He laid her on her back across the foot of the bed. Legs spread wide. He knelt between them. Cock still hard. Slick with their combined release. He entered her again. This time letting her feel every inch.
“Look at us,” he murmured. Nodding toward the full-length mirror opposite the bed.
Gemma turned her head. Their reflection stared back. Her legs hooked over his shoulders. His thick shaft disappearing inside her. Her breasts bouncing with each measured thrust. The sight obscene. Her own father buried deep in his daughter. Both flushed and sweating.
“Look how perfectly you take me,” he growled. “Watch Daddy’s cock stretch your tight little cunt ... watch how wet you get for me ... you love seeing this, don’t you? Seeing your father fuck you like the needy little whore you are.”
“Yes ... oh God ... yes ... I love it ... I love watching you fuck me ... Daddy ... harder ... please ... make me watch you breed me...”
He increased the pace. Long deep strokes dragging against every sensitive ridge inside her. Gemma watched in the mirror as his cock glistened with each withdrawal. Coated in her wetness and his earlier release.
“You’re going to come again ... aren’t you? Come all over Daddy’s cock ... squeeze me ... milk me dry...”
“I’m close ... so close ... Daddy ... fuck ... I’m coming ... I’m coming on your cock ... oh fuck ... yes...”
Her orgasm crashed through her. Back arching off the bed. Walls convulsing around him in violent spasms. Her cry muffled against his shoulder. He kept thrusting through it. Drawing out her pleasure until she trembled. Oversensitive.
Then his phone rang.
The screen lit up on the bedside table. Mum.
Nat froze mid-thrust. Cock buried to the hilt inside her. His expression shifted. Eyes holding wicked arousal. Lips curving into a slow filthy smile. He reached for the phone without pulling out.
“On your knees,” he whispered. Voice thick with command. “Now.”
Gemma slid off him carefully. His cock slipping free with a wet sound. She dropped to her knees between his thighs. He sat back against the headboard. Legs spread. Erection glistening with her release. He answered on speaker. Held the phone in one hand while the other guided her head forward.
“Hello, darling,” Mum’s voice came through. Bright and cheerful. “How’s the seminar? Are you feeling better?”
Nat’s other hand tangled in Gemma’s hair. Urging her down. She opened her mouth and took him in. Lips stretching around his girth. Tongue swirling slowly around the head. His hips gave a tiny involuntary twitch. His jaw tightened. But his voice remained steady.
“Much better,” he replied smoothly. “Just resting now.”
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