Incest

Joanne woke up in her bed, naked, as she’d went to sleep, for
clothes always felt a bit too limiting in bed. She woke
up for her mother called,”Jojo! Come for breakfast,dear! And
drink all your milk, before it gets warm!” Jojo was Joanne’s
nickname she liked. As she got up from bed, Jojo looked at the
calander above her bed. “Finally! A day off from school! Hope
I won’t have to do much today!”

Jojo got up, and put on some pink panties, short
brownish trunks, and an uppercut, black top (no bra; she
felt it limiting to her 36c breast size) As she got down to
the kitchen, she saw 2 of her older brothers there; Alan that was
17, one year older than her, and David, which was 20 and still
lived in home to save up for his own place. She got there just in
time to see David gulp down her milk and say, “Early birds get the
drink!” Jojo was angry at him. He always took her milk, also
saying it would help him feel better throughout the day. Alan,
on the other hand, was sitting eating some toast, concentrating on
some paper that didnt really interest Jojo.

“Today dad gave us both a day off, Jo, so we can go swimming in the
lake,” Alan said. (more…)

did any body here know any site for free incest movies?

The first weekend back, Dad and Mom invited me to go
along with them to the drive-in movie. Since I
really had nothing else to do and couldn’t afford to
go out on my own, I accepted their invitation. About
five P.M. that evening my married, younger, Eighteen-
year-old sister, Kathy, showed up at the house
unexpectedly. It seems her husband wasn’t coming
back from his business trip until Sunday morning.
Mom invited her to go along with us.
My sister, Kathy, is about five feet three inches
tall, and a very foxy looking woman. She was wearing
a long full skirt and sleeveless blouse, but her
shape was sexy under that dress, you could just tell.
We climbed into Dad’s big four-door sedan and headed
for the movie. We got into our chosen slot and
hooked up the speaker. It was a warm night so we
kept the windows down. (more…)

I just can’t believe how it happened or what happened and neither will you, but still…

My father died when I just had turned six years old so I dont remember more of him than what mom have told me. He left a good insurance and a rather thriving business so we were well provided for, but mom worked half time anyway. Ever since my fathers death mom never have showed any interest in any other men. I think she is a beautiful woman and Im sure that many men have approached her, but as far as I know she has never let any of them near her.

Just before school was out the year that I turned thirteen mom decided that we should go hiking. She bought all the necessary things. Tent, sleeping-bags, stow and you name it and she had bought it. I wasnt that thrilled but since I love mom very much I soon was almost as enthusiastic about it as she was. (more…)

“She’s your daughter Roger, you sort it out!” my mother was saying loudly.

“She is our daughter,” my father responded just as loudly, “why don’t you sort it out for a change?”

Mum and dad were arguing yet again, as usual the topic was me, though for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what it was I had done this time. I’d heard them arguing from upstairs, but I couldn’t make out their words so I’d snuck down to listen outside the living room door.

“I’ve washed my hands with her,” mum snapped, “she’s almost eighteen and doesn’t listen to a bloody word I say and it’s your fault.”

“Mine?” dad protested, “How is it all my fault?” (more…)

I grew up with a single-parent, my mother. She was a juvenile mother only fourteen and some months when she gave birth to me. Her upstruck parents threw her out but had the decency to provide for her while she attended school, but when she was old enough to go to university they stopped the money and left her on her own. Anyhow she managed to bring me up, take a degree and work at the same time.

By the time she was twenty-six she had taken her degree and started to work and by the same time I started to get curious about girls. More then curious obsessed. So obsessed with what they looked like without any clothes on that I came up with this waterproof idea how I could get into their locker-room, hide and study all these naked girls. Of course I got caught and my mother was called to the headmaster’s. (more…)

It was mid-September. It was dark and a chilly autumn wind swept the land and made me shiver and draw my jacket tighter around me. I was on my way to Fredrick, Fred, to get tomorrow’s homework. My mother and I had been to see my grand-mother at her sickbed or rather deathbed. She was in the latter stage of cancer and only had a couple of days or weeks left of her life when she suddenly called mother. I didn’t even know that she was alive when mom told me that she wanted to see me. I couldn’t see that my mother had gotten her looks from her but mom assured me that my grand-mother indeed was her mother.

As I walked the dark village-road I thought about the odd experience of seeing your grand-mother for the first time in your life and only be greeted with a nod of acknowledgment and a long look and after that she asked me to leave the room. She wanted to see my mother in private for a moment. (more…)

As I sat on the floor watching TV, kicking my heels back and forth, while my Daddy sat behind me on the couch, I decided now would be a good time to tease you. I wiggled my bottom while I spread my legs just a little wider, so you could see directly up my skirt. I was wearing the sheerest of panties, tight and outlining every detail of my ass and pussy. It was funny watching you get all flustered when I teased you like I teased the boys at school.

As I sat there giving my Daddy a show, I decided to go a little further and see what your reaction was. I flipped my skirt up, giving you a full showing of my ass and pretended to straighten my panties out but lifted them just enough so you could catch a glimpse of my pussy. When I straightened them out, I pulled just enough so that my pussy lips were exposed on either side of the panty before spreading my legs just a little wider. (more…)

Shit! My bladder was in bursting mode. A quick glance at the clock told me that I’d been sitting in front of the computer for five straight hours. I recalled that Tracy, my thirteen year old daughter had been in and said ‘good-night’ and shortly after that the rush of water in the pipes but I had been so engaged in my work that I hadn’t noticed the time when she started her shower. The bathroom is next to my office, followed by Tracy’s room and my bedroom almost across from hers. It had been mine and my wife’s until a little more than a year ago when she died from the breast-cancer I thought was easily curable.

Tracy has been a great help since her mother’s death. Besides making good grades at school, she also helps me cleaning the house. Cooking I’m good at, but dust-rats, and books all over the place, I don’t notice. My bladder was full - - more than full - - and I rushed into the bathroom… unzipping my pants on the way. I was almost all the way to the throne when I saw Tracy. She was soaking in the tub and the water was clear.

I could see her body! (more…)

I was fourteen, almost. I was sulking, almost. I was bored, almost. I was on my way to my uncle’s, on my mother’s side, with my mother.

I was turning fourteen in less than a month.

I was almost sulking because I would rather have stayed home and played with my friends than go to a boring family get-together with loads of adults and no girls my age. Yes, I had just started to get interested in the opposite sex. Not that I had experienced anything yet, not even a French kiss. I had touched a girl’s breasts once but that was by accident while playing, and there had been nothing romantic or sexy about it, but it had left me with a fantasy in the darkness of my bedroom, and the wetness in a tissue proved it working. Why I was almost sulking was that I couldn’t really sulk with my mom around. She was easy to be around, and she always made me laugh after a while. (more…)

It had just been me and my Daddy for a few years now. Mom had taken off with a new guy and pretty much forgot all about us. We made the best of it and Daddy had always been the best.

I knew Daddy wouldn’t be home from work for at least another hour, so I opened the refrigerator door and took out one of his beers. Popping off the top, I hopped up on the counter and proceeded to take long drinks from it. I drank it pretty fast, just in case Daddy came home early. After I finished it and sat there for a few minutes, I decided what the hell and grabbed another one. I slammed that one down and threw the bottles away, getting a bit of a buzz right away.

I wandered into the living room and turned on the TV, lying down on the floor on my belly. A little while later, Daddy’s truck pulled up into the driveway. I tried to pretend like I wasn’t swimming from this buzz when you walked in.

“Hi baby,” you said, as you put the stuff you were carrying on the table. (more…)

Though I really don’t want to talk about this I feel I just have to share my darkest secret with somebody. It isn’t a nice story. Mind you, I don’t regret anything. At the time it seemed right. No not right. I don’t exactly know what I mean. It’s hard to explain. It just happened. If you don’t mind I think I’ll better explain to you how it all happened.

I grew up under very poor circumstances in a small southern town. My mother and I lived in a one room and a kitchen apartment in a very shabby neighborhood. My mother was a cleaner at the local hospital. She was divorced and I never knew my father. Unfortunately for her she got to know this nurse how sold her ninety-five proof medical alcohol, which she diluted with some juice, and soon enough mom became a weekend drunk. You know the type. When Friday afternoon comes they drink themselves into stupor. They take care of job and obligations during the week alright, but during the weekend it’s as if they change into someone else. Mom did just that. At the beginning she didn’t want me to see her drunk so I think she waited to start to drink seriously until I had gone to bed and that was easy before I was a teenager. In my preteens I never was much for late nights. Early to bed and early to rise is and was my motto. (more…)

This is a true story about my sexual experiences growing up with my sister.

My sister and I have been very close for as long as I can remember, and as
kids we had a very “special” relationship. She is 9 years older than me and
used to baby sit for me when my parents went out. My earliest memories are
when she would put me in the sink and wash me. I can remember her drying me
off and how she used to be so fascinated with my little penis (or short horn
as she would call it), when it would get hard as she was rubbing it. I was
around 4 or 5 at the time but I still remember that.

When I was 5 years old and my sister was 14, my parents had a cottage at a
place called Beach Pond. My sister used to take me for walks and we would
always stop in a big field full of daisies. That is where my first memories
of sexual contact took place. I remember her asking me “do you want to play
a game?” I said “okay” and she said “you can’t tell anyone even mommy and
daddy cause they would get mad”. I always enjoyed being with her and playing
games with her so I said “okay”. (more…)

I remember the day my mother told me she was going to have a baby. I just had turned 15. My mother was 35, kinda late in life to be having babies in my mind. And, she didn’t know who the father was. You see, dear old Mom, was a lush.

But, when Caroline was born, I fell in love. She was the light of my life. She had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen in my life. They always lit up when I was near her, or held her. And, with our Mom being a (how do I put this) drunk whore, I took care of Caroline every minute I was home.

We grew very close to each other. I was her big brother, and she loved it. I spoiled her more than our mother did. I’d buy her anything she wanted, or does anything.

Even when I left for college, I’d send her Teddy Bears, Bubble Gum, anything she ever asks for. I’d call home 2 or 3 times a week to see how she was doing. After college I got a great job with a company based in, Florida. It was great, going from ‘cold ass’ North America, to warm, sunny, Florida.
(more…)

It was a long day of school for me because it was my first day back after the 12th grade high school band trip, where I had to share a room with my friends. Every night I wished I could do my daily masterbaition while thinking about my mom, but its pretty gross with guys around. When my mom made it home from work at 9pm I rushed into my room with the lights off, and the door open ajar, for I know that when my mom changes when she thinks there is nobody around she leaves the doo (which is right across the hall) open. I began to get a hard on as soon as she pulled off her pants. That is when I just went the next step. I pretended as if I did not know she was dressing, and walked right into her room. Normally when I do this she looks at me andd scolds me by screaming “EXCUSE ME!!!!” But this time was different, she turned to look at me, and said “Is that a pencil in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Then she laughed. At this point I knew as she slurred her words that she was drunk. So, then I told her that I was extremely happy to see her, and especillay like this. Then she asked if I thought she was hot for her age, which is 41, and I told her that she was the sexiest woman on the planet. She gave me a smirk, and gave me a mom kiss on the lips. After that I was aroused so much that I moved closer to her, bent in, and engaged my lips with hers. My tongue started swimming in her mouth, and we just fell onto the bed. She took off her bra as I took off my clothes. Her nipples were so hard, and her boobs were much paler than the rest of her body from lack of sun, and that revealed her sexy freckles. I began sucking on her tit, as I did as an infint to get milk, but much more intimately. She then said, “TJ, it would be a lot more sexy if you gave me orders,” of course this was slurred, but I was so horny, I easily made out the words. I said, “Alright then. get on all fours mother.” But of course this turned int a sex lesson because she then said, “No, use dirty language sweety its more arousing.” So, I then commanded her to get on all fours so I could cum all in side the freckled ass of hers. She did so, I flipped her over and licked her around her belly button, purposely missed her pubes, all the way down to her sexy calves, I came back up licked her pubes and then her clit. I fingered her in her tight pussy until she came. She the said it was my turn, and swirled her tongue all around my dick, and sucked on each testicle gently, but with enthusiasm. She sucked me until I came and it was the best sex I think I ever had.

You were so lucky to have fucked your mom. If I could fuck anybody in the world it would be my mom. I don’t think my fantasy will ever take place though. When she changes, sometimes I catch a glimpse of her gorgious tits, which are 34-36c cup. I even panty raided her once and she only has one thong. Good luck in trying to bang her again.

Chapter 1.
“Aw come on Dad, can’t you get a babysitter to watch Wendy tonight?” I pleaded with my dad.

“No, this is something that came up at the last minute and we didn’t have time to call a sitter, so you are it.” he snapped back at me.

“But I have plans with the guys tonight.” I tried to reason with him.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to change them, you’re fourteen, and old enough to look after your sister. How much trouble can a twelve year-old be?” he tried to placate me.

I gave up arguing, and went up to my room to call my friends, telling them I wouldn’t make it tonight. Shortly afterwards, mom and dad came in, and told me that they were leaving. They said that Wendy was watching TV, and shouldn’t be any trouble.

Dad looked at me: “Look Pete, I know this last minute thing is the pits for you, but I’m afraid it’s simply unavoidable.” (more…)

My son Steve was fourteen years old and was a real hero for me after my
accident. I burned both hands trying to put out a kitchen fire. Not only
did he finish putting the fire out, but took care of me while my hands
healed. I needed to wear bandages and special gloves which I couldn’t get
wet.

The worst problem was doing little things, like buttoning blouses, dialing
the phone, and bathing. Oversized sweat suits, Velcro shoes and a new
phone solved some difficulties. I’m quite conservative, not one to go
without a brassiere. When I went out in public, I still needed Steve to
clip my brassiere, much to his embarrassment. His only regret was that he
was not old enough to use this as excuse to drive to the Food-n-Fast.

Bathing was a problem. I need to be clean, and standing under the shower,
holding my hands over my head didn’t do it. Drying off was problem too. I
could wrap the towel around my hands and dry most of myself but not my
back or hair. (more…)

I was sixteen when America got into World War II. My father,
in a moment of madness, enlisted in the Army. After he sobered up,
it was too late; he was off to the Pacific shortly thereafter.
Being the only male left in the family, my mother and two older
sisters looked to me to keep the farm going. I quit school and
started working full time on our little farm.

Until after World War II, air conditioning was nonexistent in
the west. The pot-bellied stove was the source of warmth in most
homes. During the winter you stoked the stove and threw a mattress
on the floor. The whole family slept huddled up on it. You huddled
up closer as soon as the pot-bellied stove went out and relied on
each other’s body heat for comfort the rest of the night.

I was a beanpole kid and a solid member of the masturbating
club. Sex between teens was almost unheard of then. (more…)

Steve did not remember when he first had incestuous thoughts about his daughter Karen. He suspected that subconsciously he had had them for a longer time than he cared to admit. He was not fully aware of his ‘problem’ until her eleventh birthday.

It was toward the end of her birthday party when she jumped onto his lap. They hugged each other and he wished her ‘happy birthday’ for at least the tenth time that day. As she animatedly talked to her friends, she continuously shifted her position, squirming about excitedly. Suddenly, as the child’s ass moved about on his crotch Steve’s cock began hardening in his pants. He was helpless to stop it.

Karen was not the slightest bit aware of her father’s aroused condition and she continued laughing and talking with her family and friends while at the same time her soft little ass moved around on her father’s hard-on. (more…)

Shirley Thompson sat on her bed waiting for her son to come home from the high
school’s graduation party. She had been so proud earlier that evening when Tim
had walked up to the podium. It had been the usual graduation address with
platitudes about the future. She wondered if anyone had seen her strange smile
when Tim thanked all the parents for the sacrifices they had made for their
children.
She didn’t really think of what she had done as a sacrifice. After all it had
been fun for her too.
It had started after Tim’s disastrous freshman year. His grades were dreadful
and he had started hanging out with the wrong crowd. It was obvious that he was
never going to finish high school unless something drastic was done and quickly.
Tim had been adamant in refusing to even consider summer school and loudly
proclaimed that he couldn’t wait until he was old enough to drop out. Clearly he
needed motivation. (more…)

We live on a farm, my beautiful wife and my young beautiful daughter.
Jackie, my daughter was quite a tomboy but she always wore a sweatshirt,
Levi mini skirt and tennis shoes and very often she would help me in the
garage with either the farm equipment or the car or the truck. She was a great
helped but really I wished that she was a boy. One Saturday afternoon I was
working on the car and there wasn’t much room under there. Here was the problem:
I had to hold two bolts, then string a wire and hold another bolt…all at the
same time. This is tough and I was failing. I lay there thinking of how I could
accomplish this while, also, thinking of my wife Barb who had given me a great
blowjob last night. Yup, my ole dick was getting hard and pointing to my belly
button. It was August and I was just dress in a pair of shorts and tennis shoes,
no shirt either. “Dad?” I heard my daughter call me. “I’m under here.” I
hollered back. She knelt down and saw me on my back. (more…)

Until she reached the age of twelve, my young sister and I used to sleep
in the same room. Linda, that’s my sister, is two years younger than I
am and until that time we had been living in a two bedrooms apartment
and there was no other choice on the matter. When she turned twelve,
mother and us two kid, we moved into a larger apartment since mother got
a promotion at the statistics agency where she was working and we now
could afford it.
After moving into our new apartment with its three bedrooms, mother felt
much better since my sister and I, we no longer had to sleep in the same
room. More often than once, I had heard mother say that it was not
proper for a boy of fourteen to be sleeping in the same room as his
sister. Of course at the time I couldn’t exactly see why she was making
such a fuss about a small detail like that, it certainly wasn’t
bothering me that much. (more…)

My heart started racing at Steve’s words, and at the thought of how things were turning out with Emma and Jess. My little girl and her friend were standing before me, dresses in hand, awaiting instructions from me, for what a stranger on the internet said would be nothing short of a full-on, hardcore sexual experience. My hands trembled with both fear and anticipation when I typed my reply to Steve’s last message. “So how do we begin this fun?”, I asked. “Tell the girls to change into the dresses and model them for you.”, came Steve’s reply a moment later. I told Emma and Jess to do just that. Jess, being more confident and excited than my daughter, started stripping out of her PJ’s immediatly. Having given her thong to Emma to wear earlier, Jess’s body under her PJ’s was completely nude. After she removed her pajama’s, and started to don the dress, I stared at her naked, young body. Jess was slightly developed up top, yet still hairless down below. Jess took notice of my staring and grinned happily. Emma, being shy again was a little hesitant. This worrying me, I typed what was happening to Steve. Steve said that it was good that Jess smiled, and to maybe tell Jess how beautiful Emma looked would encourage her to play along. I told Jess that Emma was very beautiful, and Jess said “Oh yeah, Emma. Come on, model with me.” (more…)

Jean, his mother’s younger sister, arrived at the house
bright and early on Saturday morning.

“Hi squirt,” she said. Rick didn’t resent the slam it
was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At
the time, she was six and thought the name was cute.
They had always been closer than most nephews and
aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she
felt it was her duty to help take care of him. “Hi
Jean,” his mother and he said in unison. “What’s up?”
his mother added.

“Don’t you two remember, you promised to help me take
some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad’s
farm. Didn’t you have some too Terri?” (more…)