Incest

He was sitting in the dark. His arm chair strategically placed before his large picture window to observe the house next door. Angie was moving gracefully about her living room as he listened to a light cello jazz solo on his stereo. The string music seeming to make the perfect counter point as his neighbor replaced a book she’d been reading on her bookshelf. Examining the shelf more closely she left the room for a moment, returning shortly with a rag she began dusting most of the surfaces in the room as he watched.
He knew all of the labels people might apply to what he was doing. All of the terms by which they would refer to him, Voyeur, Peeping Tom, Stalker and because of the age difference, Dirty Old Man and Pervert. None of that mattered to him. He loved his younger cousin, Angie. He had loved her for over twenty years now. He had loved her since she was a child and her then husband, Mort, had moved into the house next door five years ago. He had helped them get a good deal on their house.

Mort was gone now. She’d thrown his useless ass out months ago and was now simply waiting for sufficient time to pass for the divorce to be final. Both homes had swimming pools in the back yard. He’d helped her when she’d called the local Pool Service company to find a leak in her liner and patch it. (more…)

had a real problem. My parents promised to buy me a car once I got my license.

Sounds easy right? Well, it wasn’t. Every time I approached them about taking me for a driving lesson, they were always too busy. This went on for two years until my 18th birthday came and went, and I still wasn’t any closer to a set of wheels. Luckily, Grandpa Boyd offered to teach me.

Even though he’s over 65, he doesn’t drive like it, so i figured I’d be in very good hands. But Grandpa ended up teaching me a lot more than just how to work a stick shift.

The first few weeks went smoothly. Grandpa was a really excellent teacher. IF I screwed up, he’d calmly show me what I did wrong, and he’d give me a big hug when I got it right. In fact, he grew more affectionate with every new lesson, until it became apparent that my grandfather was trying to cop a cheap feel. (more…)

I have lived over 30 years and never before had any inclinations toward pedophilia or incest. Whether this incident was a one time anomaly or not, I don’t know. All I know is that I ended up having sex with my 12-year-old niece Jenny.
When and how did it start? Probably the best way to say is to tell you a little something of my family.
My older sister Karen and her husband Bud live here in Vermont, about a mile from me with the aforementioned Jenny. Their 12 year old daughter.

Apparently, the 12-year-old girl has been a problem for my sister for about a year. It seems that last summer, while my sister and her husband were working, Jenny, then 11, began to show an enormous interest in boys. From what was told to me the young girl had a few episodes with boys in the house. Although she had only gone ‘all the way’ with one of the boys on one occasion, Jenny was already showing signs of uncontrollable promiscuity.

My sister and her husband have watched their daughter like hawks ever since they found out. They had been able to keep her in check during the school months but were afraid that they would not be able to keep the girl in check during the summer months while they were working. As summer approached, Jenny’s parents became apprehensive knowing that the 12-year-old girl would again be at home by herself. (more…)

“Go away, Robbie, and don’t ever try to talk to me again!” I heard my daughter’s tearful voice just before a car door slammed and tires squealed. Sounded like her first date hadn’t been a success. I muted the baseball game I’d been watching as her footsteps approached the den, then shook my head when they retreated again. She wouldn’t want to tell me about it. What red-blooded fifteen-year-old wanted to tell her father about a date, anyway? If her mother hadn’t already passed out (not likely), she’d be the natural one to talk to Ally.
“Mom!” The anguish in her voice was really getting to me. This wasn’t the way my non-demonstrative daughter usually sounded. I tossed the remote control down and walked toward the kitchen. Ally and her mom had their best chats around our table and I knew I’d find them there, if Jen hadn’t been hitting the juice.
“Fuck! This sucks!” That couldn’t possibly be the voice of my little innocent daughter. I forced myself to not roll my eyes. She was fifteen, not a baby anymore. Some of the kids in her grade were already pregnant. Still, she’d never used those words at home. (more…)

My story begins ten-years-ago when my sister, Celia, phoned one winter evening. She was unemployed and seriously in debt with her credit cards. The phone company was threatening to cut off her phone, her car had been repossessed and the landlord was about to evict her.
I didn’t really like the woman but she was, after all, my sister. I listened to her tale of woe. A winter gale howled around the building. It was cold as the Arctic outside.
“Could you help me, please,” she pleaded?
Well, what could I do? “Sure, I replied, how much money do you need?”
“Oh Mike, I don’t want to take your money. I just need a place to stay for a few days.
Against my better judgment, I heard myself say she could use the spare bedroom with the one bathroom.
“Oh Mike, you are a sweetie,” she said.
The next day Celia arrived with half a truck-load of furniture, books, dishes and assorted cd’s. I had furnished my condo to suite me and didn’t appreciate her showing up with a load of junk but I figured she had enough trouble right then and didn’t complain. Looking back on it, I’m sure she knew I’d be upset but women have a way of getting around a man and she had me outsmarted from the start.
She stayed mostly out of sight for the first couple of months… I wondered where she went because she didn’t arrive home until after I was asleep. I discovered later that she was afraid I would think she was in the way. She stayed in bed, in the morning, until I left and then she went to the library or a movie in the evening. If she thought it too early to arrive at the apartment she would sit in a doughnut shop until she was sure I’d be asleep. She caught a nasty cold being out on winter nights. The cold became pneumonia.
Her coughing awakened me from a deep sleep. It was a deep, chesty, barking cough. Right in the lungs. Hell, I thought, she’s not going to make it through the night with that cough. (more…)

It was Friday, and as with every other Friday I was in my son’s room tidying up, dusting and hunting out his dirty clothes which had been tossed all over the show. How one kid could make so much mess beat me, I was sure I hadn’t made as much when I was his age, that thought reminded me that it was Paul’s birthday the next day, he’d be thirteen.
Frowning I continued my quest for dirty linen and dust, my frown caused by thoughts of Paul’s bastard of a father, he’d seduced me when I was sixteen, took my virginity and sent me home with a baby brewing inside me. Of course when I discovered I was pregnant I went to him with the silly thought he would be overjoyed, would marry me and we’d live happily ever after, I was a naive kid. I was soon taught the realities of life though, first he denied it could be his, then he blamed me for it, then he told me he had no intention of leaving his wife. Wife! His tune changed when I tearfully yelled at him that I would get a lawyer, seems he was a man of position and scandal, especially of this sort would do him a lot of harm, so he paid me off with a small house and a large amount of money.
So here I was now, thirty years old, still good looking, unmarried, comfortable money wise, but poor relationship wise, apart, that is, for my son. Paul was the brightest spark in my life, I doted on him and, thankfully, he had not taken advantage of that, he’d turned out to be a good boy, even if a little untidy.
“Damn!” I cursed as a pen rolled off and behind the bedside cabinet. (more…)

Mary Desmond was sixteen and hot to fuck. She straightened as she stepped from the shower. The warm air felt wonderful upon her naked teenaged body. The shower would help her look fresh for the act she would be doing on stage.

She was sharing her dressing room with her brother, Ronny. He had used the shower first, and then she had gone in. The warm water had excited her.

Her tits bobbed on her chest. She moved carefully. She liked the feel of her flesh sliding freely. She glanced over at the mirror in the corner and could see her white body clearly. Her thick brown nipples became stiff as she stared. The puffy lips of her pussy were slightly wet from excitement. She shook her head. She mustn’t let Ronnie know about her sexual fever.

She felt guilty each time the passions overtook her. She was brought up in a very religious family, and wasn’t accustomed to such strange feelings. Her thoughts were interrupted momentarily when she heard her brother dressing on the other side of a screen which divided the room.

Her tits were full and heavy. They had already reached their maximum size. She smiled at her reflection. Her thick brown nipples were stiff and sensitive now. She reached up slowly and caressed them. She stifled a moan of excitement.

Mary watched her fingers slid from her melonlike tits down her sides. The satiny smooth feeling of her skin was bringing hot blood to the surface of her body. (more…)

She snuggled down into her sleeping bag, the air mattress squeaked underneath her. She could hear the laughter and music from her parent’s campground across the road. She knew they wanted her to join them and their friends but she was tired and bored. Her friends were supposed to be there already but they got delayed and wouldn’t make it out for another day. She turned and looked out the screen window up at the stars and thought about the day she’d had. It was good to be home with family, , she needed this long awaited vacation.

It had been a fun day; she’d finally met her dad. He was strikingly handsome, she bit her lip, and she’d always had a thing for older men. He was 48, she was just 18. He probably wouldn’t be interested in such a young thing. She laughed at herself cuz she hadn’t be oblivious to his flirting all day. It was part of the reason why she had only stayed for a few drinks tonight. His hands had wondered on to her back a few too many times when no one else was watching. She started to imagine his hands else where and drifted off to a dreamy sleep. (more…)

I was so excited, just me and my Dad alone. I was always trying to make him proud and please him. He was always so busy working, there were so many nights I went to sleep before he returned home. Then when he was home, I had to share him with my mother and brother. But during the summer I had turned 18 my brother went away to camp and I stayed home. My mother was busy golfing , so I spent most of my time alone.

One Thursday night my father announced to me to pack some clothes for the weekend, he was taking me camping. I was so happy! I remember dancing back to my bedroom to pack some things. Just me and Daddy! I couldn”t remember when we were alone last. I put together some things and went to sleep with a big smile on my face. I was going to be really good, maybe Daddy would want to spend more time with me.

I was so happy sitting next to my Dad in the car. Listening to the radio, watching the beautiful scenery go by. I would occasionally find myself looking at my Dad. (more…)

My name is logan and I am 23 years old now. This is the story of how I got my sister in bed. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Her name is selvam She is 30 yrs old now. And Her Bust Size is 42C just prefect with two fluffy black nipples with dollar-sized areolas. Her waist is 38 inches and her ass is 48. She is black in color and has black hair with fair highlights, the best combo in the world. I have wanted my aunt every since I started masturbation which was since the age of 18. She is a mom to two, but still looks gorgeous. She is married to my mom’s brother (uncle).

After some days, we became very close friends rather than brother and sister. We started to talk erotic conversation very often. I came to know that she is not sexually satisfied with her husband. After giving birth to two children, my uncle never stays home. So sister was getting more and more frustrated. (more…)

My sister in law Linda is a lovely hispanic woman. She is a little plus sized but has a proportioned figure. My wife and I have gone to viist family in California a lot of times and we have always been good friends and had a lot of good times. A couple years ago Linda found she had a lump in her left breast. She has a buxom figure that I have always liked. Her sister, my wife is petite and has never had much of a sex drive since the kids came along. Well, Linda had a removal of one third of her left breast and then had reconstructive surgery to restore the appearence and then had the right breast fixed to match the new left one. Personally, with the added firmness and a little size I thought she looked great. We are both 50 and she has always been a good friend. She went from a 40C to a 40DD after the surgery. This actually balanced her figure out because her hips were always a little bigger but now she had an hour glass figure. That added to her medium skin tone made her look even better than she did.

Well, the last visit I was on business and my wife had to go back home a week early because of some problems with the kids. I stayed to finish a series of meetings for another week. We took Sandra (wife) to the airport and dropped her off then Linda and I went for lunch since it was about noon. There had been conversations with my wife that Linda and her husband Alex were not doing well and that he was turned off by the surgery. (more…)

when i was about twelve i found for some reason i was becoming sexually attracted to my nineteen year old sister julie….who by then was 5 foot 6..and 36c 24 36….my hormones were going through the roof.. i was sneaking into her room looking and sniffing her knickers….hunting for photos of her..i found one that her boyfriend had taken of her with just a skimpy pair of knickers on and no bra…i just started wanking there and then and came in about ten seconds…….i was getting pretty worked up when she was around…but then she went off to university….i still used to wank over her…..and getting older when making love to girlfriends…i found i could keep a hard on for ages after i’d climaxed if i imagined my sexy sister julie….nothing happened for years as she got married and i went to university…we both by then were living totally seperate lives….but at my parents 50th wedding aniv..we found ourselves together at home as her husband couldnt make it till the next day..and my wife was also held up due to work commitments..anyway the party was a blast…everyone was drunk on lots of champagne and anything else going…at about 3 in the morning my now 39yrld sister was quite pissed ….anyway we found ourselves the only two left downstairs….our parents were asleep and her two children were asleep…..although nothing was happening she’d been dancing earlier and i could see she was wearing stockings and suspenders… (more…)

My father had passed away when I was only a young man, but my mother raised me well. We”d been through some hard times together, but had always come out ahead.

On the occasion of my nineteenth birthday, I arrived home from the local college, where I was attending classes, and found my mother drinking tequila and tanning, naked in our back yard.

I had always found her to be very sexy. Most of my other male friends said she was “Hot”, too.

I stared at her through the glass doors leading to our back yard, as she rolled onto her back and began rubbing lotion onto the insides of her thighs.

“Here was my chance,” I thought, as I slid open the doors, walked to her side and smiled, offering to rub the lotion on for her.

She was pretty drunk, by then, so she smiled and said, “Sure, Cutie.”

As I began slowly rubbing the lotion up and down her thighs, her breathing steadily deepened. My cock had gotten rigid, at the thought of being this close to such female perfection.

“MMMMM, Baby,” she said. “My body has ached for you for such a long time!” (more…)

A Mother”s Touch It”s fascinating how extraordinary circumstances can spawn totally unexpected acts and deeds. In this case, a serious car crash thrust my 18-year-old son, Owen, and I into a situation that brought us together in a way neither of us could ever have imagined. He”d been out driving around with a couple of older boys, one of whom just got his license, when the driver lost control and rolled it. Luckily nobody was hurt, but they all ended up in hospital for a couple of weeks with various broken bones and abrasions.

Owen came out with both his arms in casts, which left him completely dependent on me. I was so thrilled at having him alive, I didn”t mind doing everything for him. As a matter of fact, I actually enjoyed most of it, especially when I helped him take a shower. It wasn”t until I”d done it several times that what I”d suspected became a reality. Every time I washed my son”s cock and balls, he started getting aroused! The first time it happened, I quickly moved to another area of his body and chatted about things to distract him… and me! But then one day my little ploy didn”t work, and the minute I started lathering his crotch, his dick got hard fast! Owen”s got a big cock for his age, so there was no ignoring the situation. “Sorry, Mom!”, he said with an embarrassed little grin. “Don”t worry, darling,” I said, continuing to wash between his skinny young legs. “It”s only natural. Besides I”ve seen plenty of hard cocks before.” (more…)

It all started shortly after my midteenth birthday, my dad had left the house with my younger brother and moved to Miami. My mom kept me and we moved into a big house with lots of room for me to play. She felt kind of guilty for me loosing my brother so she spent lots of money on me and lots of time with her women group meetings that she had in the downstairs living room because it was so big. { my moms name is Ursula and she was 48 years old by the time I was teen and she had big titties size 42 DD and a small perky ass.}

It was the start of summer and I was glad to be out of high school because every year I would go to summer camp. But this year my mom said she couldn”t afford it and that she needed me to stay home and help her with the house. On women’s day night at 5 p.m. my mom called me to dinner and said that she was having another meeting and that she wanted me to stay up stairs and play with my Atari 2600 and not to disturb her and her guests because I was to young and would not understand what their conversations were about. so I went to my room and decided to play some games. I had remembered that when dad left I found one of his Swedish erotica mags behind and decided to play with myself while looking at the pictures. Just as I was about to cum she called to me. (more…)

My Nineteenth year in life, changed me forever.

I got out of high school on the 15th of June. My Dad was sitting at the table as my Mom was cooking breakfast. He had the newspaper open to the classifieds. I noticed that he had drawn some circles in the help wanted section.

There was a job working on a farm. My Dad asked me if I was interested in it, I said that I was.

We called the farmer, and the Farmer knowing my dad, hired me on the spot.

That afternoon my Dad, Mom and I went to the farm.

I would work for room and board plus a wage. I was to buck hay bails on a truck and unload them in the barn.

My folks dropped me off and left me in care of the farmer’s wife.

We worked in the hot sun from dawn to dusk.

As the summer went on I was growing like a wild weed. I went from five foot six, 160 lbs. To a grand five foot ten and a 190 lbs. I packed on a lot of hard muscle. (more…)

My name is Jason and this is then story of my first sexual encounter with my mom.When I was 18 I was advanced one grade in high school because my normal classes were not challenging enough. As I grew older I felt different from the other kids in my class and I was very shy around girls. My mother took notice of this and began asking questions. I told her I was just studying hard but I knew I would eventually confess my real problem. She pressed me about it and I told her about having trouble relating to the other kids,especially girls and that some of them teased me over it. She said that it happened to most kids and it would pass soon but I told her it had been going on for awhile. She said that we would discuss it when I got home that afternoon and that she would have a surprise for me. I was antsy all day and couldn”t wait to see what the surprise was.

My parents had divorced years ago and,although I see my dad,my mom and I are much closer. My mom is the greatast. She”s smart,and funny and, in my humble opinion, absolutely beautiful. We had always been able to talk about anything and were the best of friends as well as mother and son. (more…)

Heather awoke to the low moaning hum of wind hurling itself against the house. Then she heard the comforting thump of the heater turning itself on. The storm had started around noon the day before and by dark it had turned into a full-blown blizzard. By the time she had gone to bed, the lawn had already been covered with deep, rolling snowdrifts.

Rolling over, she reached over to the nightstand by her bed and flicked on the radio. She lay there listening to the music for several moments before the announcer came on. He stated that the snowstorm had closed the town of Elkhorn. Every thoroughfare, every business and all the schools were closed until further notice. He then warned everyone to stay inside because of the extreme wind chill outside. The temperature was five above, but with the strong wind accompanying the storm, the wind chill was thirty below. ‘Just bundle up and stay inside’ was his last admonition before the music resumed.

A person would have to be crazy to venture out on a day like this, she thought, yawning and stretching to loosen her tight muscles. After a few moments of stretching and yawning, she sat up. Even though the storm had made prisoners of her and her two sons, Rick and Tim, she felt safe. They were used to such storms and she always kept the house well stocked with the essentials. They also had portable generators and all kinds of emergency equipment should the power fail and leave them at the mercy of the raging tempest outside. (more…)