Incest

Cora hummed to herself as she drove the car. She stopped humming abruptly when she turned the corner and saw Bob’s truck parked out in front of Liz’s house. She hadn’t thought about the possibility that he’d be there. Then she laughed. If he had knocked up all three women he must spend a LOT of his time there.

“What’s funny?” asked Mindy, sitting beside her.

“Nothing honey” said her mother. “I just thought of something that made me laugh.”

“MOM!” said Mindy sternly. Cora turned her face to her dauther’s frowning face.

“If we’re going to have this new honesty between us thing, you have to be honest with me. It’s not fair for you to demand that I tell you things if you won’t share things with me too!”

Cora was only mildly astonished at her daughte’s reaction. The girl was growing up, after all.

“Fair enough” she said, parking the car. “I think there is a possibility that your Uncle Bob is the father of those babies.”

Mindy’s shocked face and the complete silence in the car made Cora suddenly doubt that honesty was, in fact, the best policy at this juncture.

Mindy’s eyes got rounder and rounder. “You mean he put THAT inside Jill?!”

Cora suddenly remembered that both Jill and Mindy had been standing right in front of Bob when Kathy had jerked his shorts down. She had been so engrossed in her own feelings about it she hadn’t thought anything about what her daughter must have thought.

“Honey… don’t get upset. And don’t say anything either! I just have this idea. I don’t have any proof and if I’m wrong it would be a horrible thing to accuse him of. So don’t say ANYTHING to Jill. OK? You asked me why I laughed and it was because I saw Bob’s truck here and was surprised. That’s all, OK?” (more…)

Jill suddenly collapsed like her muscles had all turned to water, and she lay there breathing in great shuddering gasps of air.

Bob’s wet, grinning face rose from between Jill’s thighs and his hot gaze fastened on Kathy. She felt that stab of fear again, and began crawling toward her mother.

“Mommeeeeeeeee” she squealed as she felt her uncle’s hands on her hips. Now it was HER panties that were being dragged down off her buttocks and she wriggled, her hand going to the front of them and pushing. She was actually trying to get out of them, to escape from them because in her mind, her uncle’s hand on them was keeping her from reaching the safety of her mother’s arms.

She literally crawled out of her panties, kicking wildly at her uncle’s head. But all that did was give him a foot to grab and she shrieked as he began pulling her toward him with that foot.
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Kathy was at the age where she knew she had to go to these big family gatherings, but could only think of perhaps fifteen or twenty things she’d rather be doing. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to protest, and she’d gotten in the car with her sister and mother, but she hadn’t been happy about it. That changed when they got to her Grandmother’s house.

Kathy saw her Uncle and grinned. He was so cool. He was big and strong, but when he wrestled with her it was like fighting with a big soft teddy bear. He tickled her so expertly it was almost scary. He could position his hands in such a way that when she jerked her body to get away from that tickle spot, he would be ready to strike at another tickle spot. She loved to jump on him and try to tickle him back, even though he didn’t tickle very well. She always felt special whenever he paid attention to her in their special way.

When her breasts grew out she hated them. They got in the way of almost everything, and they were tender and sore. And then hair grew between her legs and it held odors so that she had to take showers almost every single day. She felt awkward and ugly. But through it all, her Uncle Bob smiled at her and hugged her and wrestled with her. Now his tickling wasn’t so rough, though he still made her squirm and giggle. When she was trying to escape-but-not-really from him, she forgot she was a gangly misshapen girl. (more…)

When I woke up later that morning, I glanced at the clock and noticed that it
was already 10:30. I hope Mom hadn’t arisen yet, that I might still cather
her and return last night’s favor.

I pulled back the sheets and looked down. My cock was still red from last
night’s playing, and I felt that I would be lucky to get just one-load off
this morning. But the thought of one load of my cum shooting into Mom’s pussy
was sure hotter than anything Susan, or any of the other girls could arouse me
to in a month.

I rolled out of bed and slipped into a pair of sweats, no briefs, and a
t-shirt. As I left my room, I listened for any sounds of Mom’s movement. I
slowly made my way down the hall, past the bathroom. I glanced in and noticed
a puddle on the floor. Mom hadn’t taken a shower before I went to bed, so I
knew that she was up and about…but as I slipped past her room, I heard her
toss over in her bed.

I quietly openned the door and peeked in. Mom has the shades drawn, but the
light outlining the curtains revealed her sleeping form. She had the blankets
pulled up to her neck, so all I could see was her beautiful face and mane of
hair spread out upon the pillow. The open bottle of pills on her bedstand
answered the question of why she was still in bed. Mom must have woken up
some time ago, taken a shower, and still not having had enough sleep, took a
pill. That really helped my plan. (more…)

Finally saturday was here and from the start I knew it was the day I had been waiting for. A thud woke me as I awakened to have Sandy bouncing in between Pat and me singing ” Happy Birthday to me, HappayBirthday to me”. Her mom was as startled as I was and scolded her gently while laughing at Sandy’s antics. Sandy had only a long tee on, and I guesed panties, and her B cup breast and nipples were apparent through the thin material. Pat swatted her butt and told her to get some clothes on but not before I felt her thigh press against my normal morning hard-on. I almost shot my load right then but knew the next time I emptied my balls it was going to be in Sandys 14y/o pussy.

Having recovered from my first shock of the day I struggled down to the kitchen while Pat showered. Sandy was there still in her tee and first thing I saw was her pantied crotch puffing out between her half open thighs. Sitting at the table she was engrossed in a magazine and didn’t catch me taking a good stare at her soon to be womanhood. It was today and I was going to take her to her next big step in life. “More coffee baby” I asked as I poured her cup full and let my robed dick slightly touch her arm. Sandy didn’t move or seem to notice and with a “thank you daddy” reached for the sugar and brushed my cock head with the back of her hand. How the fuck was I going to keep from cumming to soon. (more…)

The Greyhound glided over the interstate at roughly ten miles an hour over the limit. I was glad. It was spring break. Seventeen days of rest, relaxation and no worries about making grades or getting to work on time. The twelve hour ride passed slowly. I thought about where my friends were going for their break. Most college students relish the thought of going on spring break. Most have visions of going to South Padre Island, Miami Beach, Cancun, Mexico or any place warm. I, on the other hand, only envisioned two weeks of going home to the chill of early spring in southwestern Pennsylvania. I couldn’t afford to go anywhere but home. I was putting myself through college working at a local convenience store near the campus. Mom did her best to help but I was basically on my own.

The rocking of the bus must have lulled me to sleep because I was jolted to consciousness from the rush of air as the driver set the brake. I focused my eyes to see the sign on the building telling me that I was home. My watch told me that we had arrived a half hour early. I waited for my bag to be unloaded from the belly of the bus. Inside the bag were nothing but dirty clothes. The only clean ones I had were on my back. The taxi ride took only fifteen minutes. I stepped through the front door to a rousing greeting from our dog, Peaches, a mutt I had brought home some eight years earlier. “I’m home!” I yelled as I closed the door. I rolled my bag to the kitchen where I found a note from mom. (more…)

I was lying in bed reading a book on erotic art when I heard my daughter coming down the hall. I threw the book over on my wife’s bedside table. Madeleine stopped in the door. “Dad?’

“What sweetheart?”

“When’s Mom going to be back?”

“Not till Friday night.” She came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed opposite me. She was wearing a nightie that barely covered her cute little butt and when she sat down with one leg curled on the bed under her and one leg still on the floor I caught a flash of her mound before the nightie settled between her legs again.

‘Christ.’ I thought. ‘She should be wearing something under that.’ Madeleine was seventeen and a senior in high school. She was in the honors program and carrying a high GPA. But she wasn’t your typical nerd. In fact, she was beautiful enough to be a model, especially the new waif look that was so popular. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and the full lips that women were getting plastic surgery to have, only hers was all natural. She was tall at 5′9 and very thin. She had small breasts. More than once I had been out with her at a store and watched some middle aged guy run into a wall or a shelf watching her. (more…)

With summer approaching and nothing compelling on my schedule, I had expressed frustration to both my parents over not being able to enroll in an appropriate computer science class at the local community college. Mom had mentioned this to Aunt Jane during a telephone conversation, and Aunt Jane had quickly suggested that I enroll in the course at the junior college near her and Uncle Dick’s home in San Diego. She volunteered to keep me well fed during the eight-week curriculum.

When Mom repeated Aunt Jane’s suggestion, it took little reflection on my part to decide. A summer of one course and the rest of the day on the beach was pretty much a “no brainer.” My enrollment was arranged over the next couple of days, and I began packing. My wardrobe needed to consist of little more than shorts and t-shirts, though I gave in to Mom’s hectoring that I include some “nice things” for special occasions.

I had visited Uncle Dick and Aunt Jane’s place a couple of times before, but as a child. The memory of the salt air that wafted in their open windows and patio doors was still clear in my mind. The patio of their townhouse literally opened onto the white sand of a long and beautiful beach in San Diego. The trip would be another first for me - a ten-hour ride on Amtrak.

After kissing or hugging everyone in the family goodbye, I rode with my dad to the train station. We were quick, as always, with our farewell, and I boarded the train with plenty of excitement. I had brought along a couple of paperbacks for entertainment, but the rapidly changing scenery held my attention for almost the entire trip. (more…)

Fucking Sandy was now all that I could think about. Watching her suck cock was driving me nuts and knowing that she was into it to save her virgin pussy was more than I could stand. Speaking of standing, to stand was getting pretty difficult. Just watching Sandy grow into a woman and knowing of her pleasures had me hiding a hard on most of every day. Her birthday would be on Saturday and I shopped for her gifts.

Shopping mostly was at Victories Secret and it was with some small embarrasment to feel through the multitudes of panties and thin bra’s, Sandy didn’t need support, and I included short skirts and revealing blouses. One sales lady was especially helpful and knew Sandy and myself from previous shopping trips. She didn’t mention, or seem curious, about me picking sizes that were obviously for my daughter. The choice of gifts didn’t seem to bother her either and she seemed to come right to me when I entered the store as though to protect me and my pick of gifts from the prying eyes of other customers and the other sales staff. Linda was her name and she was married I had guessed by her rings. (more…)

“Gee, Paul, you’re always buying such nice things!’
Nine-year-old brown haired Shawn was looking jealously at the new game cartridges his brother had just bought from the game shop. Shawn had just pulled out five twenty-dollar bills for these games as though it was nothing at all. Shawn always knew that he had a lot more money in his wallet. And Paul was only 11 years old! Where did he get all that money?
Shawn and Paul left the store together. Blonde, athletic Paul had a buzzed haircut that made him look more mature in Shawn’s younger eyes. Shawn had long shaggy hair that if anything made him look younger than nine. Shawn worshipped Paul who was his older brother and his hero.
‘So where do you get all that money, Paul? Tell me!’
Paul smiled and said mysteriously, ‘you just have to know how to earn it.’
‘Earn it? I wanna know how to earn it! Show me! Show me!!’ Shawn clenched his fists and looked as demanding as Paul had ever seen him.
Paul had been thinking a while now about showing Shawn how it was done. Some of the guys he earned from took quite a bit of interest when he told them that he had a nine-year-old brother who might want to do some of what he was doing. Paul figured that maybe Shawn was ready.
‘Ok, I’ll show you. But, you can’t tell ANYONE! EVER! If you do I won’t do anything with you ever again anymore, I promise you!’
Shawn was a little stunned. Paul was so serious. He had never seen him this serious before. But he guessed it was ok. It was about making money. And, everyone he knew was pretty serious about money. (more…)

By the time I reached the age of eighteen I was a randy sod, my virginity was three years gone by that time, lost willingly to the woman who had looked after me while my mother was in hospital. She had been as eager to teach me about sex as I had been to be taught.

Like most kids I had gone through a stage around that time where I had fancied my mother and what wasn’t there to fancy about her, to start with she was only fifteen years older than me, though she always looked a hell of a lot younger. She was more attractive than most women I had seen and she was fun to be around, but nothing came of my crush at the time. Since that first experience I had been with a number of girls, the latest of which had busted up with me on that eventful evening.

In a huff I returned home, it had pissed me off that Donna had waited until I met her to tell me that she didn’t want to see me any more, had she told me over the phone I could have found another girl for the night. Closing the front door I slouched my way into the living room and flopped onto the couch beside my mother.

“You’re home early.” she commented.

“Donna and I have busted up,” I admitted, “she waited until I got there to tell me.”

“Poor Roger,” she smiled, “we women are such unreasonable creatures.” (more…)

Being stuck in a wheelchair did not mean Sport was helpless. In fact, being disabled since birth had cultured and created a colorful and very interesting person. He was sixteen, an difficult age for some, a interesting age for others. Sport was a combination of both. His whole life had been a struggle, right from his difficult birth. So difficult that his mother died only seconds after he appeared. After that his father resented and mentally abused the young man, until they rarely ever saw each other.
This story is not about his disability, so much as his ability. An ability that he created wholly in his mind. Some may classify the boy as evil, or demented. And others will call him special and gifted. But in truth, Sport was only a desperate teenager that had discovered his “power” at an early age.
The “power” was his mind. Nothing else, just his mind. But it was a power that is uncontrollable, and so special that the young man never did learn to fully use it. It started at a early age, with the simple movement of telekinesis. A teddy bear that was out of reach, and no one in sight to help, he simply desired the toy so much that it suddenly jumped to his hand.
There were several other incidents that occurred. And until Sport’s father discovered the boys “powers”, it was simply a game like any other. But that one time was enough, the lad was beaten with the belt until sitting in his wheel chair was impossible. From that time forward, he only used his gift with discretion. (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…)

This resort was everything I hoped it would be. I had just graduated from Georgetown Law School and I was treating myself to a resort before starting with the mega firm, Mugin and Hatcher. They were going to overpay me and overwork me, big time.
My name is Tim Sharp. I had seen a brochure advertising a hypnoerotic resort. I was a good amateur hypnotist, using the stage name “Practical Hypnotist.“ It was a good way to make a few bucks and to get women without trying too hard. The resort seemed like a good place to relax and snare one or two women for our mutual enjoyment.
It’s not that I had trouble getting dates, I’m six foot four and in very good condition. I just enjoy the feeling of control from having a hypnotized woman.
The entertainment was spectacular. Mistress Zaza had terrific technique. I almost went under watching her. She was tall, voluptuous, with long blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Her voice was a wonder to listen to. I loved all of the women she lured up to the stage. I decided I would try to get her “left-overs.”
Looking around the room I spotted a lovely pair of women sitting at a table with their heads slumped over. There was an empty seat at the table. One was a blonde about five feet, six inches tall, with a lovely body and her companion was similar except she had dark brown hair and looked younger, more my age. The blonde looked older than my twenty eight years They both seemed out of it. I sat in the empty chair. Suddenly I thought recognized them as two of my cousins that I had not seen since they were little girls, but I wasn’t certain.
“Can I join you?” Neither one looked up. I kneeled between them.
I used my best hypnotic tone of voice, deep and relaxing. “Do you feel relaxed?”
They answered softly, in unison. “Yes.” (more…)