18[M4F] Father & Daughter Role-play

Hello All,

I am 18, and all characters are must be over 18 to play!

[M4F] I am seeking a young, long-term and be a detailed female partner. This is a Father & Daughter role-play. I don’t ask much of you, just please detailed. I don’t expect you to write a full essay, but just enough to read and take interest in the role-play, you feel me? I do expect you to have full sentences and well-written paragraphs. Grammar included. Please message me with an idea in mind or which plot you would like to do before starting.

Plots/Scenarios:

1. I get a call from my ex-wife explaining to me that she would like for our daughter to spend time with me. I agree and I tell her “that’s perfect, how soon can she be here? You know what, why don’t I come to pick her up, I wanna see her anyway”. She responds by saying “That’s fine, you can come now if you’d like.” I respond by saying “I’ll be there in 20”.

My [M 19] son has a thing for my [F 41] girlfriend…

*Author’s note: on the off chance anyone remembers this story from several months back: yes, it’s originally mine and yes I’m going to complete it now.*

My son (19) has been eying my girlfriend (41) for basically his entire life.

It used to be a big joke when he was very young. He (Jake) met her (Courtney) when he was four, she was twenty-six, and I was a somewhat scandalous thirty-five seriously dating someone nine years younger two years after my divorce. He took to Courtney instantly even if my ex-wife (Jake’s mother) did not. Jake’s always been a sweet, affable kid and Courtney – who has no biological children of her own – adored him at once. All the stereotypical jokes in the world have been made about him “stealing her” from me due, perhaps in part, to the age discrepancy or perhaps just because they get along so damn well.

Conflicted – Part 2 [M/F inc]

(Please read part 1 for get a background of the story)

After our last conversation, I felt like I need some wine in her to really open up. I picked her up in an hour and we went to a small local pub.

Her – I honestly don’t know what the fuck is going on..

Me – it seems to me that you’re enjoying the attention you’re getting from your brother..

Her – I’m not sure…

Me – we’re going out since 8 months, I’ve literally seen nor have you mentioned about wearing shorts at home. That too, such short ones. And the tank top you wore..

Her – I felt like my tits were looking very hot in that… that’s why I wore it…

Me – and obviously you didn’t wear bra or panties…

Her – I felt those are just unnecessary distractions…

Me – now, tell me something… did you sleep naked last night?

Her – yeah.. I was so turned on… i literally threw my dress away while entering the room..

Me – did you play with yourself?

Her – yes…

[Incest][M/F][Mom/Son]Mom Shares A Room With Virgin Son: Destination Incest 1

“You see, sweetie? This place is just as beautiful as the pictures made it look, you were worried about nothing,” I told my son, Simon, gleefully.

We’d booked a little week-long getaway at a secluded cabin in the woods upstate, and I knew it would be just what both of us needed. I’ve been in a serious funk ever since my asshole ex husband left me-or I suppose us-last year. That asshole left a lot for me to regret, but it was all worth it for my son, I just wished we’d’ had more children. Simon has seemed really low lately, too, and I’ve thought perhaps it has been a delayed reaction to his father leaving.

“Yeah, Mom,” he said with half a smile. “It looks great.”

He would be leaving to go off to college soon, which was still a weird thought for me, and I thought a nice, cozy little vacation with just the two of us would be a fantastic idea. My son was all grown up now, an adult, a man. Almost nineteen years old, and he’d grown into such a handsome young man. He was smart, responsible, thoughtful, everything a mother could want her son to be. And years of basketball practice had him in great shape.

Behind the Mask, Chapter 6 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oq7o2t/behind_the_mask_chapter_5_fm_incest_cousincousin/)

“Hey, Tony.”

“Morning, Miss R. What’ll it be?”

“Four racks of lamb, with mint on the side.”

Tony let me past and into the walk-in freezer. I made my way to my office, where Alain waited. He was beaming today, standing next to my desk with his back to Artemis’s enclosure.

“*Bonjour, mademoiselle.* An auspicious day, *non?*”

I chuckled, giving him a weary smile. “Graduation? To most, I suppose. Everybody else is probably celebrating high school leading to the rest of their lives.” I shrugged as I sat down and he handed me a file he was holding. “For me, I guess I could celebrate high school no longer holding me back from the rest of mine.”

Alain gave me one of his enigmatic smiles before speaking. “Will university be of more use to you, *mademoiselle?*”

I withdrew the contents of the file, holding the pages as I leafed through them. “To an extent. We deal with people in this business. It’s not something you can learn in the classroom. All college will be is another environment to meet new kinds of people, though I’m afraid the diversity of profiles I will encounter will be… limited.”

Conflicted – Part 1

This story is partially true about my ex gf.

One time when she and I were just hanging out:

Her – My (younger) brother badly needs a girlfriend

Me – Haha – why is that?

Her – Well, I don’t know how to say this.. but I’ve noticed him checking me out…

(I had a weird pause at that point- because she didn’t know yet that I’m into incest fantasy)

Me – Ummm.. okay… check out.. how?

Her – Just staring at me when.. say I’m walking around the house… longer than he should… and…

Me – And..??

Her – I don’t wanna talk about it please, it’s very icky to me!

Me – But you know you can talk to me about it whenever…

Her – Yeah I know babe.. anyway.. let’s change the subject…

And then we continued talking about other things.. but that one sentence she said never left my mind… I imagined my young, kinda short, sexy 24 year old gf roaming around the house in her usual attire – nothing sexy really, simple t shirt and pjs.. and still her younger brother (21) checking her out.. i wondered what that “and…” part was that she wasn’t comfortable telling me.. did he catch a glimpse of her exposed skin? Did she see him touching his dick after he had lingered over her? My head was exploding…

If These Thin Walls Could Talk (“The Blue Stain”) [2/2]

[TF protagonist] [WLW character] [TF/F] [2nd storyline] [time jump] [1990s] [corporate setting] [The Office, but make it gayer] [slow burn]

CW: deadname; suggestion of lesbophobic sexual violence; queer as a slur; misogyny; racist microaggressions; sexual harassment; transphobia; mentions of cigarettes, alcohol, the Desiree Washington rape case, Mike Tyson, Donald Trump

(Author’s note: I swear there are lighthearted and tender and sexy moments in this despite the content warning. I am also a ~cis~ woman; I have questioned and continue to question the mystery that is my gender, and this secondary storyline mirrors my own perspective as someone who’s naturally androgynous.

I’d planned to finish this sooner, but I couldn’t stop adding to the story. Warning- the page count in the doc is almost 20. Also, the Olympics have been distracting me…Whoops.)

—-Start of Part 2—-

I was heartbroken to have had to leave her. I’d just lied to Dan and said that I was quitting because I was offered a job elsewhere. I told Celia the real reason why I was going back to San Antonio. She accepted my truth immediately and asked me, “What should I call you now?” I hadn’t even chosen a new name at that point. To be honest, I’d never hated the name “John”- just its masculine coding. In that brief pause I decided who I wanted to be. “Joan,” I said. After Joan Chen, who played my favorite character Jocelyn aka “Josie” on Twin Peaks.

If These Thin Walls Could Talk (“The Blue Stain”) [1/2]

[TF protagonist] [WLW character] [TF/F] [2nd storyline] [time jump] [1990s] [corporate setting] [The Office, but make it gayer] [slow burn]

CW: deadname; suggestion of lesbophobic sexual violence; queer as a slur; misogyny; racist microaggressions; sexual harassment; transphobia; mentions of cigarettes, alcohol, the Desiree Washington rape case, Mike Tyson, Donald Trump

(Author’s note: I swear there are lighthearted and tender and sexy moments in this despite the content warning. I am also a ~cis~ woman; I have questioned and continue to question the mystery that is my gender, and this secondary storyline mirrors my own perspective as someone who’s naturally androgynous.

I’d planned to finish this sooner, but I couldn’t stop adding to the story. Warning- the page count in the doc is almost 20. Also, the Olympics have been distracting me…Whoops.)

Chapter 1.2 – The Blue Stain

Joan. No longer a John, but a Joan. My name change has finally seen the light of day- it’s a reality now recognized by the feds.

[FFM] My brothers genius tech. (Mind control, incest)

(All characters are 18+)

My brother is a genius. His tech is literally going to change the world. I mean, it already has in a way. Everyone is using his VR headsets and he’s a millionaire several times over. Me, well I didn’t get his smarts that’s for sure. That’s why I’m crashing at his house after my asshole boyfriend cheated on me.

I’m not there all the time of course. A girls has got to get away from it all. Especially [Emma](https://postimg.cc/JGzJMnrk). My brother’s latest girlfriend. He gets through them so fast, each one only lasting a month or so. This one’s just like all the rest, starting off so sweet and naive and then revealing her true colours as an easy slut.

I don’t know how he does it. He simply has the worst luck. Like tonight I know he’s off to visit a farm that he goes to ‘get away from it all’. His girlfriend is at home. I know cause I can hear her moaning when I sneak back into the house.

“Oh fuck. Oh master yes. Breed me. Make me your bitch.”

Please Son, I want you to cast Imperio on me. [Mf, Mind control, Incest] Part 1

(Everyone is 18+)

The voice, her Son’s voice, whispered in her mind. Spread your ass. She did, eagerly, pink manicured nails pulling open her most private of places. Her own Son, tall and beautiful, watched her. He was amused at something but her attention was pulled to his cock. Big and hard and covered in her saliva. It was going to make her feel soo fucking good.

–+–
2 weeks earlier.
–+–

He raised his wand, pointed it at her, and said, “Imperio!”

It was the most wonderful feeling. She felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in her head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. She stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of being watched.

And then she heard her Son’s voice, echoing in some distant chamber of her empty brain:
Tell me why you wanted this…

She opened her mouth obediently, preparing to talk.

Tell me why you wanted this…

Why though? Why should she explain her secret shame to her son. She didn’t want to do that, even if her traitorous pussy juiced at the thought.