Incest

I can’t say when it started, but maybe when I was about 8 years old I had really gotten to hate my mother. I don’t know exactly why, it just seemed that she was always picking on me for every little thing. She was a ‘Goody-two-shoes’ and a neat freak. Yeah… she was a freak all right.

And yeah, maybe my father had a lot to do with it too. It seemed that he was never around and I think the real reason for that was that he couldn’t stand her either. I think that if she wasn’t such a witch that he wouldn’t have been spending all of his time in work.

I loved him very much and I guess that I felt that he would have been there more for me if it weren’t for her. And then it seemed that whenever he was home that she just completely suffocated him with her constant talking; and in those few precious hours a week that he was around he had no time for me because of her. I really feel that Mom didn’t want Daddy to spend any time with anyone but her and that’s why she was the way that she was. Whenever I was able to get his attention, she (most of the time, anyway) would butt in. I really got to hate her more and more, as I kept trying to get my Dad’s attention.

It got so bad I wanted to kill her.

And then when I was 11 or 12… 11, I guess it was, Mama totally pissed me off. She insisted that we have a ‘mother-daughter’ talk… that’s where she does all the talking…

It went something like “You’re growing into womanhood… no, maybe I was 12… anyway, you’re growing up blah blah blah; your father shouldn’t be seeing you with almost no clothes on, blah blah blah; (she started on me because I walked around the house in panties sometimes); your father is a man and even though you’re his daughter it’s still not right for him to see you like that.” Heck I always had a T-shirt or shirt that covered my bottom!
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I work at a mall and sell shoes there. Yesterday this sweet little girl about 10 came to my store. She looked so innocent in her nice tank top and mini skirt and after looking over my selection of shoes she took a seat for a fitting. I couldn’t believe my luck. I am such a perv when it comes to girls this age and even younger. I would get a chance to enjoy her close to me and maybe get to see her mound in her panties. After finding a salesmen stool I sat in front of her and drank in her childish beauty. I had brought the shoes she had selected and reached and took her by the ankle and lifted her foot to the fitting platform near my crotch. I already had a slight hard on but was able to keep it hidden while still comfortable. Thats when i got the shock of my life.

I thought I had seen a flash of her naked pussy. Could this sweet thing be here without panties on. Looking up at her face I was sure I could see a slight grin and her eyes were in such a dreamy look. I hurried and put the first shoe on her small foot and then,lifting slowly, I put her foot down and reached for the other. O!M!G! She was nude under her skirt. Lifting her other foot I separater her leg just a little and felt no resistance. My cock was raging hard now and obvious to anybody who could see it. Looking at her face again I knew she was looking at my crotch. Really she was staring at it and smiling. Taking that as my que I pushed her knee aside,again without any resistance,ands saw the most beautiful sight. What a wonderful thing God has made in little girls. (more…)

Darla sat cross-legged, watching television as she folded clothes. Her brothers were playing basketball outside in the driveway. She could hear the thud of the ball as they dribbled up and down in front of the basket hung on the garage. She glanced at the clock, then put down the T-shirt she had been folding. It was time to get them in for supper. Papa would be home soon and she wanted everything to be ready when he arrived. Since their mother had left last year, Darla had taken on the duties of cook, housekeeper and babysitter.

Looking out the backdoor at her brothers, it was now hard to imagine them ever being that small. Danny was 19 and the image of Papa. Derrick was 20 and a junior at college. Both boys lived at home. Papa wanted it that way. He wanted his kids close by him all the time. Darla called to the boys to come to supper. They dutifully left the basketball and walked toward the backdoor. They had always been obedient, polite boys but with an air of mischief. As Danny walked in, he slapped Darla on the butt and ran into the kitchen. Darla ran after him, catching up to him at the refrigerator. She reached up and ruffled his blond curly hair. He grinned at her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Derrick walked up behind her and kissed her other cheek. Darla felt flush. The boys had always been very affectionate, but she was shy and it made her uncomfortable. Her blushing face was too irresistible for the boys, so they both kissed her again. Darla shooed them away to go wash their hands. “Papa will be home on a few minutes. Go get washed up for supper.” Both of her brothers wandered off to wash up. (more…)

John slowly opened his daughter’s bedroom door and looked. His daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn’t move. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.

He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter’s body. The smell was good… soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

John Kelley stood there for a moment, absorbing the scene. There was his daughter on the bed, totally naked, her nipples puckered up. Her legs were thrown high and spread wide and her cunt was dripping wet, swollen and red. Janie was still young, slender and almost hairless except the thin patch between her legs. Her head was small and pretty. Soft brunette hair, parted on the left side, flowed down just below her ears. Her hazel eyes were glowing with life and lust. Her nose was fine, her chin daintily formed, her cheekbones high. But her mouth was a sight to behold.

The soft, ripe lips were full and beautifully formed. They were almost a natural red in color. Her tongue was a soft pink. In short, her mouth was an incitement that any man, woman or child would gladly accept. It gave her the appearance of a young girl who felt comfortable and natural with her face buried between another person’s legs. (more…)

It has been a pretty long day of slamming some beer and watching the occasional sports game. You and your buddy Jake decided to take a day off from university life, and are now contemplating what to do as nine o’clock roles around. Seeing as how it’s a Friday night, you know that many bars and clubs are going to be filled to the brim soon. On the other hand, you guys have caught wind of a girls’ slumber party happening a few floors below your apartment. After debating over other options, these are the two that you’re left with.

You walk downstairs where people post all sorts of events within your threestory building. You look them over and find different things that you could do. Only two of them really catch your eye. They are a gay male/female parey or a pure girl party which is looking for guys to go .

You grab the flyer for the party, and notice that this party is right across the way from you. You remember the girl that lives across from you. A 5′2 dirty blond hottie with double D size breast and an ass that just screams “Grab Me!!”. Her slender body matches her emerald green eyes. Her lucius lips slide back along her thin cheeks. Just picturing her makes you cock go hard as a rock. You walk back up to your room to get prepared. Just as your about to get in the shower, someone buzzes you door bell. With a steady beat you move over towards the doorway. You open the door and see your neighbour, a 5′5 redhead sex machine, her C sized breasts and thighs that you’d want to kiss anytime. “Hey.” she says, not relising the bulge underneath the towel your wearing. “Am I interupting anything?” she asks inociently. “No, your not interupting anything. Just was about to take a shower.” you reply. “You going to the party?” . (more…)

I remember my mom’s friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an eleven year old seeing them partially nude. Some days I would sit and watch as they massaged each other from head to feet. When I was twelve, I used to watch more frequently. I was becoming much more curious about their bodies and every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of mom’s nipples as she shifted positions. I remember one day that Beth got a little careless and I saw her full black bush as she got up to dress. She quickly covered with a robe.

A few months after I turned thirteen, Beth left town. Mom began complaining that she missed her massages. She had aches and pains when she got home from work. I got the idea that I may be able to take Beth’s place and may even get to see my mother’s body up close. I was surprised when I approached mom one afternoon when she got home from work and offered to give her a massage. She readily agreed and told me to set up the table while she changed. (more…)

I had just finished another argument with my mother over me not finding a wife and providing her with grandchildren. We’ve been having these arguments once a week now. Before, it wasn’t so bad. She’d get on me about not having a wife and children every couple of months. I was becoming sick and tired listening to the same bullshit. She just wouldn’t get off my back.

I think all this arguing stems from the time when I was a boy. Back then my mother always wanted more kids around, but my father felt one was enough. So, when I didn’t hold on to girlfriends for longer than a year at a time, my mother saw this as a sign that I would turn out just like my dad and never have any kids. My father has since passed on and mother lives alone in their house. She’s a real hotty even now at the age of 42. She has a cute round face, permed black hair, and heavy tits. Her best feature, in my horny opinion, is her plump round ass. I can’t begin to tell you how many loads I’ve released thinking about fucking that juicy ass of hers. (more…)

It all started so innocently, it always does. I was never close with my sister Lessie, her real name is Leslie but I have always called her Lessie since I was a kid. Lessie likes that names and uses it in school. Lessie is seventeen year old short 5′1″ 112 pound, blonde girl with a rounded build, D cup breasts and is a little chunky and guys in High School like only perfect girls. Lessie has great blond hair like but she wears it up usually.
Our parents are both executives at the Z-tech group of companies and arrive home late and are always at the Country Club or out for business dinners at fancy places. Lessie and I have never been close like some kids and have our own lives. I was talking about going to a school dance and mom suggested that lessie would teach me to dance. Lessie looked pained but agreed to do it.
Our first lesson involved learning simple steps and Lessie was being so nice and I was so slow in learning to dance fast. Our lessons continued daily and Lessie was always sweet. The main thing I did was get a hard on looking at Lessie showing me how to dance. She would repeat a step and twist as she moved in such a sexy way, her large breasts fascinated me. Her boobs had a power of me but I keep silent.
Finally I learned to dance and Lessie was proud of her student. Lessie stunned me and said now I would learn slow dancing. Lessie had me hold her around the waist and I blushed. Lessie is so small and her boobs so large, just the thought of her boobs, touching me as we danced made me stupid with lust.
As she showed me each step my mind was fogged with lust. Having your older sister in a intimate act like dancing was a turn-on and thank God for blue jeans. My cock was so hard I thought it would break. I started talking to Lessie during my lessons and we had become friends during the process. (more…)

8:30 am, Monday morning. John is awakened by the alarm buzzer on his nightstand. Reaching to shut off that god-awful noise. He lies back in bed. Realizing the bed sheets are stuck to his sticky cock. John always hated that. He pulled the sheet fabric away, painfully from his cock-head. With all of that unpleasantness over and done with. He turned lovingly to his beautiful mother, Barbara. She still had his cum oozing from her cunt lips. They had spent all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday in bed just making love and fucking like wild animals. The two would get up to eat, change the sheets and blankets, go to the washroom. But John asked his mother not to shower. He loved the strong smell of sex on her body. Barbara just smiled and agreed. She did not regret it either. Three days and nights of her lusting son, constantly fucking her every which way. Barbara’s pleas for rest went unheard as John kept thrusting and pumping her over and over again. Even John himself was amazed. When he was still with his ex, the sex was good but it did not last nowhere near as long as it does with his mother. And he did not cum much at all in his ex. She was disappointed to say the least. But with his mother, it was coming out in buckets from his cock head. He was filling up his mother’s pussy to overflowing. From these signs he knew his mother was the one for him.

He pulled he sheets away from her naked body. Exposing her nice hairy cunt. (more…)

My name is Tim; I’m a 21 year old college student and until about a month ago considered my life and my experiences to be more or less typical. I’m a fairly good looking guy and had never had much problem with girls. My sex life had been pretty typical as well, I had seen and been involved in a couple of wild encounters in my college experience, but really nothing beyond the usual college craziness. I mean guys and girls experiment in college and a little exhibitionism and a threesome or two was hardly shocking. Most of the time, however, my sex life was pretty typical, usually just one on one sex with a steady girlfriend. As it was nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see and experience.
I had just broken up with Julie my girlfriend of about 6 months and was feeling a little depressed. It was a Friday night and I couldn’t get myself motivated to do anything. I considered doing the usual party scene knowing it wouldn’t be hard to pick up some cutie and bring her back to my apartment for a little get-back-at-the-ex sex, but couldn’t even muster up the energy for that. My roommate had already started his evening, he and his girlfriend had done some happy hour partying and were in his bedroom fucking like bunnies. It was hardly helping my mood, so I decided on the spur of the moment to get in my car and take the 4 hour drive home. (more…)

Once upon a time, John and his mother, Barbara, were staying at my aunt’s house. Mom was 35, he was 16. Because his mom and dad had a big fight. Over his cheating on her with a woman named Rose. She was very hurt and angered by this of course. And she had been drinking quite heavily that night. She laid on a single mattress on the floor in the middle of the room. John spent half the night listening to her curse and swear about his father. Up until she passed out. He stayed there beside her, the whole time staring at her petite, voluptuous body.

The next day, she was hung-over. But she continued to cry about her husband’s unfaithfulness. John got her some water to drink and some tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes. Still trying to comfort her as best he could. It was here he suggested that she could get back at him by doing some cheating of her own. But she was seeing no one, who could she possibly find? John of course suggested himself. It being equally if not more the ultimate betrayal. Barbara hesitated at first, but quickly gave in to the idea. From her son’s delicate fondling and kissing of her lonely body.
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“Still think you can kick my butt in basketball?” I was staring down at this scantily clad college chick in a bikini, sun bathing by my pool.

When I came home early from work I had no idea that my daughter, Debbie, would be visiting from her nearby college. She had occasionally come and used the pool, but it was rare for us to cross paths. As I stared down at her womanly form, she sat up and explained that she was home for the weekend.

“Basketball?” I asked distractedly. She smiled mischeviously, as if she knew what forbidden thoughts swam through my head. “I suppose your old man could still show you a trick or two.”

A few minutes later, I came out in shorts and a tank top. She had put on shorts but was still in her bikini top, her full breasts bouncing away. I lost at 21 easily. We stopped for a breather and I stared at her glistening flesh, so luscious and toned. She smiled at me. “That was easy.”
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I was fourteen years old, and have been raised only by my father in an extremely protected environment. One day, having come home before I was expected, I saw our pretty Hispanic housekeeper sitting on the kitchen table, our gardener standing between her spread legs, the top of her uniform open, his lips suckling at her breast. It was all more than I could have imagined. I had barely seen a man and woman kissing, not being allowed to see movies unless my father approved them, not being allowed to watch TV programs that were not also approved. As I watched them from behind the door, a strange heat burned through my body. I felt a persistent pulsing between my legs. It scared me. I ran to my room and stayed there.

Later, my father, my handsome, understanding father, knocked on the door and asked if I was OK. I said I was but he could tell by my voice that something was wrong. “Are you sick, honey?” he asked as he entered the room. “Lupe says you haven’t been downstairs all afternoon.”

“Something is wrong with me, Daddy,” I sighed. “I think I have a fever.” (more…)

I lay in my bed, staring up at my ceiling fan. Thinking about my sexy little, timid, shy mother, Barbara. With my cock raging hard, I had to alleviate some pressure by masturbating. Somewhat relieved after the fresh cum began spurting from my cock head all down my shaft and my hand. But jerking off always left me kind of cold especially once you have had your cock buried in my mother’s hot cunt. I remember having her pinned up against the wall of her bedroom. Taking her from behind. I always knew if I were to fuck mom, it would be doggy style first. I was just starting to get her to cum. Then all of a sudden she pulled away from me. Her small plump body all sweaty and oily made her getaway easy, slipping from my strong grip. Her face was all flustered and red as she began to put her clothes back on. She took one final glance at my long erect cock before she left the room. So there I was left with a hard on that never got satisfied. Mom never said anything. But I knew the sensations and pleasures of sexual intercourse were all but too overpowering for her. She always thought she could do without sex. Course that only fuelled my intense sexual desire for my mother’s body. But that night, I left it at that. Respecting her decision. I remember staring at her through dinnertime. Thinking about fucking her right over the kitchen table. Barbara knew what was on my mind. Nervously she avoided making eye contact with me. I could see her chest rising and falling in her deep breaths. My father paid no mind to our exchanged glances. After he finished eating he left right away of course. Mom was up and about the second he left. Trying to keep busy. (more…)

i am 45m divorced..always had feelings of approaching mom…she now lives with me while she looks for a smaller place..if there was a way..now is the time to try…any ideas??????…..

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I guess like many boys, I felt the first orgasmic sensation climbing the rope in gym class. After that particular class, there weren’t many things I wouldn’t climb. I was addicted to it, even though I didn’t know what it was at the time. I knew it felt good, and I wanted more. After awhile of course, I found that you didn’t necessarily have to climb to get that feeling. So I began humping the edge of my bed, or even the edge of a wall. I had not at that time learned what masturbation was, or even that girls had a purpose other than being sisters, mothers etc. At that point I had never wrapped my hand around my penis and jacked off – I didn’t know anything about it. I kept my secret to myself

When I was eleven, I experienced my first erection. I soon learned that when I thought about humping something and got one that it made that feeling better. Some boys freak when they have their first ejaculation. In my case, it didn’t look like blood so I didn’t worry about it, but it was inconvenient. But the price was small compared to that feeling. (more…)

Lisa and I destroyed her dad’s credibiity. We have had so much fun for so long having sex with family that when we found out about her father posting on an incest site, the family jumped in and began posting like crazy. We were having fun. In reality, what we do is for us alone, not for the world to know.
The family has left all the sites, except for me. I like the IQ because of the people here.
My husband and I have a growing family now. My father-in-law just loves his grandchildren and they love him so much.
But I believe that incest should always be hidden from sight or those that do it will jailed or killed like the witches of salem.
I thank God every day that I have such a close knit family that will love each other until the world ends.
I thank God for the people here at the IQ who have much better sense than at other websites.
Lisa is married now and living stateside. Me, I will always stay close to my father-in-law.

It had been over three years since Lenny’s wife had died, leaving him the awesome responsibility of bringing up his two children, Frankie and Wanda, who were now 12 and 13, respectfully.

Almost from the moment that Helen had passed on, Lenny’s mental attitude toward his daughter began to change. At the time, Wanda had only been ten years old and she still had not displayed any embarrassment by being naked around her Daddy. That had since changed, but for the first year after his wife’s premature death, he often found himself in the presence of his naked daughter.

Almost immediately after Helen died, he found himself having trouble keeping his eyes off Wanda’s young tender flesh, especially the tight looking roundness of the child’s buttocks. Why this had not happened before his wife’s death was a question that he often asked himself. (more…)

Emily, Audrey’s neighbor blabs out the story of how she had used a love potion on her husband the previous night. While Audrey scoffs at the tale, not believing in the likes of such things as love potions and aphrodisiacs, she wonders if there might really be such a thing. Hearing Emily go on and on about it, Audrey decides to give it a try. It might put a little love life back in her marriage of eighteen years, she thinks. Finding out where to get it, she buys some from a crafty old black woman. Then she sets out to seduce her husband, Henry when he comes home from work. But unknown to her, he calls home to tell her that he has to spend the night in the city wining and dining a client. and won’t be home. She isn’t there and so he leaves the message with their teenage son, Perry, who is supposed to be spending the night with a friend. Blissfully ignorant, she sets the seduction scheme into motion and awaits the arrival of her husband. Then, when it is too late to stop her wicked plot, she finds herself alone for the night with her teenage son, Perry… (more…)

Thnaks to the people who run this site, I have gotten off on a lot of peoples stories here, here’s my own families tale. Please be warned,what follows contains bizarre sex fetishs, nothing is illegal, just aquire a certain taste thats all.

I had a great up bringing, I was the only child to my Mom and Dad and I was spoiled as hell. I was a ballet dancer when i was in my earliest years had the fairytale childhood. It all changed when Mom died when I was 14. Daddy went real quite for a long time. Didnt go out, just went to work, came home watched tv and went to bed. It was like that for 3 years after Mom, died, it was rough on me too. I didnt have a woman figure to discuss femal issus with and I had to rely on freinds and things I read along the way. Daddy still talked to me, but he didnt seem that happy. When I was around 17 I kind of made a deal; with myself, I wouldnt feel sorry for myself anymore, I wasnt going to live this sheltered life, no partys, no boys, no FUN!!! Istarted going out to partys and getting drunk. I tryed to go crazy with the boys but I always got so nervous when ever we were alone together, I was 17 and still a virgin. Frustrating. Ihad popped my cherry though. Late one night i was masterbating with my vibrator. I got off my bed and crabbed a chair, I sat the vibrator upright on it and eased my pussy over the top and slid all the way down so iwas kinda sitting down on the chair, well i really got into that and the next thing I know there was blod. I cleaned it up and moved on.
Thats was a long time ago. (more…)

The first time i ever had sexual contact with my sister is when we both came home from a party drunk as hell. Our parents went to the virgin islands so we were home alone. I was walking behind my sister in to the house. She was wearing tight jean short shorts and white skateboarding sneakers with pink laces. I have a sneaker fetish so this was making me horny as hell. Seeing her in those tight shorts and sneakers made me think of only one thing FUCKING MY SISTERS ASS. I could not get the thought out of my head,thinking about how kinky and dirty it was made me go out of my mind. We were both VERY drunk so i asked her to give me a hug and she did then i said i loved her and she said she loved me to so i gave her a kiss on the cheek. She stared at me for a bit and then she french kissed me on the mouth. The kiss was long and sloppy and made my cock hard. I started to un button her shorts and she started fondiling my crotch. She took off her sneakers to get off her shorts so i told her to put them back on and she did. So there she was pussy and anus exposed wearing sneakers. It was a fantasy come true. I said i wanna fuck your ass i wanna fuck it sooo bad and she said yeah fuck my ASS GET YOUR COCK IN MY ASS! I spit on her anus for lube and tried to work my thick cock in but she said SHIT THAT HURTS FUCKING STOP! (more…)

I am one of five children my mother raised. There was a lot of age differences in my family. My oldest sister is 11 years older than me. She always took care of me. She used to help me bahte a lot. One night when I was 9 and she was 20. She was bringing me a towel into the bathroom and she sat down on the toliet and started talking to me while I was in the bath. I don’t remember all the details that lead up to it, but as soon as i stood up to get out. She grabbed me by the hips and started sucking my dick. At the time I was scared I wasn’t sure what she was doing. I guess i thought she was trying to eat it or something. I screamed but we were the only ones home so it did no good. She sucked me for a while and led me into my bedroom. She got naked and laid on top of me 69 style and told me to lick her pussy. She started sucking my dick and it was at about that time that I started to like it. I didn’t exactley know what we were doing but i knew it felt good. Then she flipped over and lead my tiny penis into her gaping pussy. It felt good and at the time I was too young to cum. I found out later that my dad had been fucking her and two of my other sisters for a couple of years. The first time I ever came in her was when I was 13. We truley have a family affair I routinley have sex with my four sisters, my mohter, and a cousin. I am 23 now. My oldest sister is so nasty but so good. She never ever washes her pussy and it smells so good. I can smell it a room away sometimes when she has shorts on or is naked.

I am 57 years old now, but I can remember when I first developed my fondness for mature men and women. I am posting this story because I have always wanted to tell someone and this seems like the ideal place. Everyone but me who is mentioned in this story has passed away, so I only have the memory. I hope this keeps it alive. This is a true story.

A young boy can idolize his uncle. Especially if the young boy is a city boy with an alcoholic father. My uncle on the family farm must have been between 35 and 40 the first time I was sent from the city to spend the summer on the farm. I was eleven or twelve that year and looked forward to a change in the dreary life we had at home.

My mom was nice, but she had to work extra hours all the time to support the family. I had two sisters, one was six years older and the other was two years younger. And I don’t even want to talk about my father. (more…)

I have to admit, I have been envious of my younger brother for quite some time. My brother Jake is 8 years younger than I am and has had more luck in one week than I’ve had all my life. When we were younger, I used to be jealous enough that at times I almost hated him, but that was just my youth and lack of maturity. I love my brother and now, at the respective ages of 27 and 35, I have mostly come to terms with my feelings.
The reasons for these feelings? You name it. All during school I had to struggle to maintain a B average. Jake rarely ever cracked the cover of a textbook and was always on the honor roll. Even though I was tall, I was skinny and not very athletic. Jake was on his school’s varsity football team. I had to work my way through college at various odd-jobs that barely managed to pay for tuition. Jake won an academic scholarship that was paying for most of his education. And that’s not to mention the girls. Jake was a chick magnet, there was no other way to describe it. (more…)