Incest

Can you pick her up when she falls over, and kiss away those burning tears?

Can you hold her tight and squeeze the confidence back into her when she fails?

Can you smile as she struggles to tell a joke that she only half-knows?

Can you kiss her cheek when she asks if she’s pretty, and look down with a kind face as she blushes?

Can you brush stray hair from her cheeks and run your fingers over her trembling lips?

Can you look her in the eye and tell her you want her, you need her, and that you love her more than life itself?

Can you stroke her neck until she sighs, and shifts on her legs, her tension releasing, her chest swelling with love?

Can you lift off her top to air those beautiful breasts you made, and gaze in awe at your own flesh made solid in her? (more…)

Later that same day I was in the den watching TV in just my shorts. I had been thinking of what happened earlyer and my cock had worked its way down my left leg hole. Just then Debbie came walking into the den. One look at her and my cock grew another three inches, making the head just poke through the bottom on my shorts. She had on the shortes mini skirt I had ever seen, plus a shirt that she had tied around her waist. Non of the buttons on the shirt were buttoned and it bloused away from her body so I could see the outline of her tits.
Do you like my outfit daddy? I put it on just for you. Wow honey, I said, daddy just loves to see you when you look that good. I said I wanted to be daddy’s little slut, will you take me somewhere so I can show you what a good little slut I can be? As she talked she walked over in front of me.
Did I do that to you daddy, she said as she pointed to the head of my cock poking out from the leg hole? Yes you did baby, daddy was just thinking about you. She got on her knees and put her tongue against the tip of my cock. OH baby, was all I could manage to say. It is leaking daddy, um, I like the way it taste too. She continued to just lick the very tip. (more…)

I can’t even describe the thrill I got watching my 35 year old
gorgeous mother drop to her knees, dressed in only red satin panties and
matching high heels, take my best friend Eddie’s big dick in her sultry mouth,
and begin to suck on it. Her tits, still perfect and shapely, even after having
given birth to me some 15 years ago, stood out from her sleek body, the twin
pink nipples erect now, maybe from the ass whipping me and my buddies had given
her a few minutes ago, and her long red hair hanging down, just below her
shoulders, was an incredible sight.
Eddie put both his hands on the back of Mom’s head and rammed
his prick all the way in her mouth. Me, Steve and Jimbo laughed when my Mom
started to cough and gag.
“That’s it, Eddie,” I called out. “Fuck her mouth just like it
was a cunt. Don’t show the whore any mercy just because she’s my mother.”
Steve and Jimbo laughed when I said that.
I had my own cock out now, and was stroking it slowly while I
watched Eddie receive the blow job that I’d promised him for helping me fix my
bike. (more…)

My mother and I share the same birthday. We were both born on
the very same day of the year but twenty years apart. Mom gave birth to me on
her twentieth birthday, just about ten months after she married my Dad when she
was only nineteen. Dad didn’t waste any time knocking her up, and I can’t say I
blame him. I’ve seen several [bleep]of Mom from back when she was that age and
she was a real beauty. She still is, in fact, even now at age 37, and even after
having given birth four times in her life.
She is a stunning woman, with long flowing flaming red hair,
brilliant and shiny green eyes, soft and sexy lips, a pert nose, and of course a
most exquisite well-rounded ass and tawny, long legs. Mom is 5′11″, just an inch
shorter than Dad and me both, and her sleek figure and lush legs and ass really
make her something special to observe. Her tits are nice too, measuring 38C and
still standing firm, taut and supple, and due to her gorgeous legs and ass my
Dad has always instead she wear stockings, garters and garter belt rather than
pantyhose when she is dressed up. (more…)

For just a few moments I was speechless as Tommy and Amy confronted me. Amy was nude and Tommy was sporting a hard on and was stroking it expertly. “I’m going to fuck her now” Tommy anounced. “Bull shit” I told him but you and Amy can watch as I give her a real fuck now. That was just to pop her and get off. This time I’m going to fuck her good. Looking at the brother and sister had me ready again and I knew I would fuck Amy soon too. “Maybe she’ll suck your cock as I pump her pussy Tommy” “I know she likes that and has been blowing you for a lomg time.”

FUCK the cat was out of the bag now. Looking back at Sandy her legs still spread wide open and her hot little ass propped up with the pillow her cumm dripping pussy available for more use. “Yes baby. I’ve watched you suck several boys off and I bet you blew every boy at the party today. Your my little slut now and I guess you’ll have to fuck all the boys you’ve made wait now. My little Sandy, The school Slut.

At that I shoved my hard cock in her wet cunt and pushed it all the way. She was fucked to the bottom of her hungry pussy and hung there like a rubber doll in some dirty porn shop. Her eyes were gleaming and the smile on her face told me she would be a fucking machine for the reast of her life. “GOD daddy. I can feel your balls against my ass. Fuck me daddy,fuck me hard, I’m your little whore now.” Tommy do you want me to suck your dick while daddy fucks me? I think I need to have it all now. OH I got a better ideal. Amy cumm sit on my face and let me eat pussy for the first time. Today is for all the first time stuff. Daddy!! will you fuck my ass today also. That will make me complete.” (more…)

Ok.. hi.. errm, my names Martin and i thought that i’d like to show you all my fantasy.. of me and my brother..

This fantasy im wishing that would come true someday in my life..

I’m 17 now.. my brother is 19 named Chris, and im Martin. my brother is really buff and did karate so he’s got the body of a hunk hehe. n i have some muscles but i do have a bit of a belly.. well, not a sixpack just average.

It all begins wehn i was using my brothers computer one day.. when i went to go to the toilet.. my brother walked in and started reading my Msn convo with a friend of school.. he had told me he was gay.. n that he liked me, which i had just replied that i was bi-sexual n liked him a bit aswell, and that i’d be right back because i needed to use the lavetory. so i came back after going to the toilet, and my brother confronted me about it. i couldn’t help but blush in embarassment.. which he saw n he slapped my ass, telling me he was bi aswell, i couldnt believe it and just ran off to my room.
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My daughter shoved me back against the wall of the dining room so roughly that a framed picture fell to the floor breaking the glass.

“Diana… ?” What?

She grabbed at my throat with one hand, holding me against the wall. I simply stood there stunned, staring at her. Her eyes were cold, emotionless - foreign.

“I thought you liked it rough mother?”

“What… ?” Her other hand came around in an arch and slapped my cheek - hard. Too stunned to even talk, I simply stood there silent and still.

Then those wide brown eyes slowly travelled down my body, in a way that caused me to shiver with fear. Only one other person looks at me like that… ?

“Oh god!” I groaned.

Her gaze returned to my own and we silently looked deeply into each others eyes.

She had only returned home from college late last night - and we barely saw each other till I returned home, just now, from work. I had arrived in a great mood - throwing my jacket, boots and purse into the closet while I yelled out that I was home. Diana came down the stairs silently, slowly, her gaze strangely cold. I barely noticed but started to the kitchen asking as I went, “Pasta and salad fine for supper honey?” My daughter suddenly grabbed my shoulders from behind me just as I was passing through the dining room and spun me about before shoving me against the wall. (more…)

Mike Harding was lost, he’d been stuck in the woods now for at least an hour, it was starting to get dark, the sun slipping down below the tree line casting long shadows as it descended.
Mike was getting nervous, he looked at his watch, it was a little after 9.00pm his parents would be wondering where he was, especially his over protective mother, Sarah.
Sarah looked up at the clock she’d just unpacked it from the boxes and put it on the wall, it had just gone 9.00 pm and still her son Mike hadn’t shown up. Sarah had almost finished unpacking the stuff they’d brought with them on this trip. Sarah, Mike and her husband John had decided to rent a log cabin high in the mountains during Mike’s summer break so they could spend some time together as a family.
Sarah looked at the clock again, she was getting worried now, it was almost dark outside and Mike was still a young man at 17, he’d never really been out the city before, what if something has happened to him she thought. (more…)

The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making
visibility almost impossible. Wayne struggled to see out the
window of his Jeep Cherokee. His mother, Krista sat in the
other bucket seat peering out through the suffocating deluge of
water. Every few moments, Krista turned and looked out the rear
window for a few seconds before looking back to the front.

“I hope that they are okay,” she mumbled.

“Oh, they’ll be fine,” Wayne told her, hoping that he was
right.

Wayne’s whole family was driving up to their cabin in the
mountain for a mini-vacation. Tony, Wayne’s father, Kim,
Krista’s sister, and Wayne’s little sister, Marie were in the
second car somewhere behind them. They had taken both cars
because Kim had to return on Tuesday. Wayne, Krista, Tony, and
Marie were planning to leave the following Friday.

When they had started out earlier that morning, it had been
sprinkling, but it had turned into a steady rain before very
long. The rain had continued to intensify all morning long
turning the drive into a real ordeal. (more…)

Aunt Jill is my mom’s twin. As a child, we’d see Aunt Jill two or three
times a year, either when we drove to visit her or when she’d ride the
train to spend time at our house. Aunt Jill loved the train rides, and she’d
always spend the first several hours of her visits telling us about the
trip. I loved to hear the stories and always asked her if I could ride the
train home with her. From the time I was five, she’d always say “next
time, when you’re older.”

I didn’t think mom and my aunt looked like twins. They never dressed the
same, their hairstyles were always different, and Aunt Jill had blond
hair. Whenever I asked about the hair, my dad always remarked “Just look
at the roots, son. Herhair isn’t really blond.” I never did figure out
what he meant by looking at the roots.

The summer of my thirteenth birthday, Aunt Jill came to visit. We hadn’t
seen her in almost two years because she’d been traveling overseas with
her third or fourth husband. When we picked her up at the train station,
she hugged my mom and dad and just stared at me. “My goodness, you’ve
grown” she remarked as she held out her arms for me to hug her. When she
did, she pulled my face right in the middle of her big breasts with my
nose firmly planted in her cleavage. She smelled really good, and her skin
was soft against my face. (more…)

If anyone has a series of incest pics that move along a storyline, I would like to write a narrative to fit them.

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When done, we will email results to whoever requests it.

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SHE:
“Go on dad, let me have a drink of your vodka, I won’t tell anyone?”
“No I have told you before Danni, its too strong for you.” you reply.
“God you are boring at times, I am old enough, and I have had a drink before you know, and if you let me then I will sit down here with you and keep you company, I will even have a game of cards with you if you want.”
“Ok then, but you are not having a lot.”
( 15 mins later)
“Are you alright Danni, you have got a glazed look in your eyes?”
“Yes I’m fine, what shall be play?”
” Poker, no how about strip poker, or are you to chicken to play that?”
“No that’s fine, but we will have to play pontoon, it’s much easier and I’m good at that.” You can’t believe what you are hearing. Your daughter is going to play strip poker with you. Something you have dreamed about. You are wondering if you are finally going to see her taught young body, well most of it anyway. There’s no way she will go through with it, you think. (more…)