Incest

Background:

I was a single father of two beautiful children. My daughter (Jennifer) who is now 24 is an aspiring model and she gets alot of calls. She got married at 18 to her high school sweetheart and has moved to the next state. And my son (Tim as he likes to be called)who is now 23 smart as a whip and a big box store manager out west with his wife.

Story:

I am now 44 and remarried about five years ago so I am still adjusting. Ha, Ha!!! My wife’s name is Tina she is 32 almost 33 but I won’t tell anyone. She is beautiful! 5′2″, 110 lbs, long brown hair with baby blue eyes. Oh, and did I mention that she has a figure to die for. My children and Tina get along great! More like friends then step children and step mother, my daughter most of all. This is probabily because they get together at least once a week to go shopping, lunch, or something.

This is where things sort of got crazy. I think it was about two months ago as I remember when my daughter stopped by to see if my wife wanted to go shopping. I told her that she was not home and that she had gone out with one of her girlfriends Brenda(that’s another story). I asked Jen if Tina knew she was comming over today and she said no that she was just hoping she was home. (more…)

Silvia could hardly move. Just the friction from her light t-shirt rubbing across her sensitive skin felt as if someone was wrapping her in a blanket of fire. Even the cheeks of her delicate little ass were extremely sensitive.

Silvia, Silvie to her family and close friends, had tried to start her tan on this first day of summer break. Unfortunately, after she began to feel her skin tingle on the front, she rolled onto her stomach and fell asleep. Now, the only place the 13-year-old wasn’t glowing red was a little triangle area on her pubic mound.

Silvie has gotten a new thong bikini from her cousin. Actually it wasn’t new, but her cousin had purchased a new bikini and Silvie talked her cousin into giving the old one to her. She had kept it tucked away in the back of her bottom dresser drawer knowing her parents would blow a gasket if they even knew it was in her possession. For months she had awaited this day. As soon as her parents left for work and her older brother went off with his friends for the day, Silvie ran to her room to dig out the small pieces of pink material with strings to attach it to her body. (more…)

I began to be sexually aroused at 12 just when mom re-married to her second husband. Before then mom and I were close as a son and mother should be, nothing bad. But after her marriage I was somehow excluded from her and felt like an outsider to her and her husband.
By 14, I was becoming interested in girls taking interest in their boobs mostly. By 15 or 16 my interest was in mom’s intimate apparel. Then the chance happened: we were vacationing in southern california and took a motel with one room and two beds. I was on one bed, and mom and Harry were on the other. We took turns in the shower. Mom was first I was next and Harry last. After mom showered I entered and noticed that mom had washed her panties and hung them to dry on the door hook. As I showed I couldn’t not stop thinking about trying on her panties, they were black and laced with red flowers. I tried them on and jacked-off in them but don’t recall if I cummed. I was thinking it was taking too long so I hurried out and left the panties on the hook still to dry.
After Harry finished his shower, mom returned to the bathroom and look perplexed at her panties as though they had been used or touched. I believe she knew I was into them for some reason.
Within the year,back at home, mom was lying on her bed face up wearing her panties and a bra resting with the bedroom door slightly open. (more…)

I walked into her room and i saw her extremly hair cunt again. Its a sight i always love to see. Of course she didn’t see that i noticed a little bit of it showing. I looked as long as i could before it was getting a little obvious. That night i got into bed and started whacking it. I regulary jack off thinking about my mom. the doornob started to turn and i got nervous. My mom walked in and it was extremly dark and she couldnt see anything. So i kept my rock hard cock out and hoped she would see it. She went and sat down on the edge of the bed and said i know your jacking off and i want to watch. I couldnt belive it, and next thing i knew i was jacking off. I then told her, mom if you wouldnt mind taking off your night gown so i could see your tits and cunt it would make things easier. She did that and i saw her amazing tits and hairy cunt. I always had a fetish for hairy. She then started playing with her clit. (more…)

Gina sighed as she stepped onto the porch of the lake house. The morning air was a bit chill, but fall was still weeks away and the trees were green and leafy, partially obscuring the view of the neighbors. It felt good to be playing hooky from work. Well, sort of. She had taken the day off on a whim, feeling a need to get away and be alone for awhile. Her husband said he’d join her later in the afternoon once he left work. In the meantime, Gina had a romance novel and fresh batteries in her vibrator, and she planned to use her free time wisely.

The door opened and swung in noiselessly. Funny, she thought, pulling her key out of the lock. I don’t remember oiling this. She shut the door and locked it behind her, then smiled to herself. Alone at last! She felt a tingle in her pussy. She had been so horny lately, a malady her husband seemed unable to cure. She loved the man dearly, but she just felt like she needed something more. Well, the vibrator would have to do.

She made a quick inspection of the cabin on her way to the bedroom. It hadn’t been that long since she and her husband first bought the place, planning to use it as a weekend retreat. It was modest, nothing fancy, with outdated furniture that she hoped to replace eventually. Nothing seemed out of place. She had stopped worrying about break-ins. There was nothing here worth stealing.
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Jan and I fell in love as soon as we saw one another. We were high school sweethearts. Her long black hair reflected light like a mirror. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black. They were so alive and so expressive that they made my heart jump every time I looked at her. Her personality was bubbly and compassionate. She had a killer body and a mind to match. She could solve complex problems on second and the next is screwing my brains out all night. We married right out of high school and our daughter was born less than a year later. She was my rock. She was my heart and soul. She had given me everything I had ever wanted, including our daughter, Beth. There was only one problem. She died last year. She was coaching a girls basketball team at our church and had a massive heart attack during practice. The autopsy showed that her heart was malformed, probably since birth.

It has been over a year since Jan left me. Our daughter, Beth, was seventeen when she died. She had the horror of watching her mother die, as she was part of the team. To say we were both devastated would be the understatement of the millennium. I must say that Beth has recovered much quicker than I have. She seems to be back to her normal self, while I am still dejected and depressed most of the time. My problem was that I couldn’t face the fact that she was gone. Beth immersed herself in trying to replace her mother. This seems to have worked for her. She does all the things that her mother did around the house. She does the laundry and the dishes. She even organizes the meals for the week like her mom used to do, although she hasn’t quite got cooking down, yet. But then again, neither did her Mom when we first married. Beth is getting better though. We sat at the dinner table one night. Beth had just outdone herself on dinner. I glanced at her quickly. I saw her mother. I began to cry. “Daddy, why are you crying?” she asked. (more…)

“It is time,” J’ter said to the boy. They were standing on the high balcony overlooking the empty city, the dead city. The city once filled with vibrant life where aristocrats ruled an empire spanning a thousand worlds. That was long ago. There was still life up there among the stars, but it was closed to them forever. These men, women, and the one child, they were all that was left of the ruling class. Superior to those genetic slaves who bred like animals and filled worlds with their stinking kind, and yet here they were, a nearly dead race while those they ruled laughed at them.

That laughter would be their end.

“I am ready,” Fallon replied, turning to face his father. “Is Mother waiting?”

“Yes.” J’ter put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “It is all up to you now, my son. You are the last hope of our race.”

Fallon did not need to be reminded. He followed close on his father’s heels back into the tower’s large central chamber. J’ter stopped before the doors leading to the center. He nodded to his son and turned away. Taking a deep breath, Fallon stepped forward. (more…)

It was two days after the funeral that Mom had her worst breakdown. Nobody expected Dad to die, though many of us had long wished he would. He was a mean drunkard who regularly beat us as kids, although Mom worshiped him. So when he died she was the only one who took it hard.

“She’s not going to make it,” Carla was saying to me in the kitchen when Mom walked in, shuffling in her stocking feet, hair a mess, still in her black dress. We fell silent and watched her wander to the fridge, to the sink, then back out the door.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “What are we going to do about it?”

“Not we. You.”

I stared at my sister, she stared back. I sighed. We both knew it had to be this way. Mom and Carla hadn’t gotten along since we were kids. Now in this weird state, Mom would doubly not listen to what her daughter had to say. It had to be me.

So I found myself following Mom through the house until we reached the parlor. The room she never wanted anyone to enter. The carpet was soft, the lighting dim. I almost didn’t see Mom standing by the window looking out at the lawn. She twitched when I put my hand on her shoulder. (more…)

This story about my mom and I.

I was 16 years old.Like any teenage boy I jerked off a lot. I had my secret stash of adult movies and magazines I would masturbate too on a daily basis; as well as to all sorts of porn I would find on the internet. I had never thought of incest in any way, shape or form but one of my friends told me about this website that had every genre of porn, pics and stories. At first I never looked at or read any of the incest topics but I guess curiosity finally got to me and I began to read the incest stories. The more I read the mom/son and brother/sister stories I did find myself becoming very aroused. Soon after that I was jerking off to my first incest story, one about a mom and son. It ended up being one the best ejaculations I had ever had.

After reading and jacking off to these stories for a couple of weeks I began to look at my mom in a different light. I began to see her not only as my mom but as a very attractive older woman. She was in her 38’s, she looked great, she had an athletic build due to the fact she worked out every day. I noticed her very nice ass, her long blonde hair and her nice size tits. On one story as I jerked off to it I pictured it being me and my mom. (more…)

Christine couldn’t believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She’d gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch.
She didn’t say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things to one another. It was so wrong! It was incest! She had to stop it immediately. But yet a part of her didn’t want to interrupt them. A part of her wanted to let them enjoy each other a little longer.
Damnit Christine, what the hell is wrong with you. It’s wrong! She reminded herself.
“What the hell?” She asked loudly and sternly interrupting the children kissing.
Michael, her son and Laura, her daughter both got up quickly fixing their clothes. Both looked so scared and nervous. Christine wondered how long they’d been doing things like this. Ever since her divorce, 3 years ago, she hadn’t had time to look after them. She was so swamped with work at her law firm that she rarely paid attention to her children at times. Being 42 years old and a single mother hadn’t been easy at all. (more…)

When mom knew I was masturbating with her panties she at first ignored it.
But she clearly noticed that her dresser drawer of lingerie was re-arranged almost every week.
She confronted me in the kitchen on day after school when she came home from work.
I could not say a thing other than I loved the feel of the nylon panties on me and around my dick.
It seemed her curiousity got the best of her and she wanted to see me in a pair. I dropped my pants and to her surprise I had a pair of her beige panties on. She kept duplicate pairs so I thought she wouldn’t notices. I had them on all day.
She motioned to me to pull aside the panty leg to expose my male member. When I did, which by now was erect to it’s full 6 inches, she look at my head. Then said,”Honey, your penis is not a long as your step-fathers but the head is more fuller. Harry’s is long and pointed, yours is average and like an umbrella. And honey, that penis will catch me better than ever!”
I was not sure what she meant until she did something I would never have dreamed of: she unbuttoned her pedel-pushers, wiggled out of them and stood there with white panties on. She dropped them to the floor and moved towards me and gently pulled my dick towards her. She loved my head.
Without a word, she turned around, grabbed my dick and guided it into her cunt as she bent over. (more…)

Hello, Not much turns me own but the thought have having sex with my own mother drives me crazy. I am 32 and she is 53. I am married but I still think about this alot. I know it will never happen but the thought just excites me like you couldn’t believe… Is this a feeling of thinking of something you can’t ever have? Does this feeling ever go away??? Please let me know if this is normal or sick.

Well, here I was on August 20, the day I embarked on the biggest journey in my life: college.
To be honest, I kind of had mixed feelings on the matter. I was anxious, but at the same time,
I would have much rather preferred going to school close to home, but the only college that
offered me a scholarship for soccer was one 200 miles away. I could tell my parents wanted
me to take that offer. So I did. At the time it seemed like a great idea. I was getting pretty
bored with seeing the same people all of the time. I guess I am an adventurous person
. Also, there would hopefully be the challenge of fucking some new girls. I had had a good
amount of lovers in my high school years-not impressive, but a steady flow. Not to sound
egotistical, but I was pretty popular. I was always very tall, very athletic, and very strong-I even
lettered in 3 different sports, basketball, soccer, and track. By the time I was 16, I already had a
nice goatee-that should tell you how developed I was. That said, I knew I could get plenty of girls,
but I was rather choosy. That was until the night before this day. My parents held a going away party
for me in a hall near my house. As it turned out, the alcohol was flowing pretty freely, even among all
the underage people there. Well, I was pretty stone drunk when my mother asked me to run home (only
about 200 yards away) to fetch two cases of soda. My 13-year-old neighbor, Kelly, was right behind me
when she asked me. Surprisingly, she volunteered to go help me. She probably noticed more than my
mother how drunk I was. Now, I’m no pedophile, but Kelly looked awfully hot for a 13-year-old girl on
that walk to my house, and I knew she had a crush on me. Her tight jean shorts accentuated the pubescent
curves of her hips and ass. Also she wore a cut-off shirt (I love those!!) that exposed her tanned flat
belly, but also highlighted her developing bosoms. She dressed so perfectly-she even had on a pair of
sandals that showed off her cute feet. (more…)

came home early from work one day during the summer to find my teenage daughter home as well. She was getting ready to go for a swim in a bathing suit I had never seen before. It was a white string bikini with a turquoise string. She looked so hot with her long blond hair a little messy and her tits standing up straight barely covered by tiny triangles of fabric being pulled to the sides of her tits. I liked the way she looked and I didn’t mind staring even though she is my daughter. I don’t know if she knew I was looking at her like I would like to kiss her sexy tits that very second she was too busy looking for something in the kitchen.

“What do you need honey?” I asked her as she rummaged through a drawer.

“I was looking for some batteries Daddy, and Oooh goody here they are.”

And with that she scooped up her things and headed for the door. It looked like she had something tucked into the towel she was bringing. Then to my chagrin she turned and said “Daddy why don’t you come outside and watch me play in the pool, it’s no fun to play all by myself?” And I thought this was a very good idea. (more…)

It’s been my dream, all my life, to be understood. Properly understood,
on every level. Not just intellectually, but emotionally and sexually as
well. Without the combination of all three, I doubt the ultimate close
relationship is possible.

After a failed marriage and with no children, I set out in the middle of
my life feeling like I was a young bachelor again. I had experienced the
frustration of being in a relationship that didn’t quite work, and yet I
had a much better idea of what I really wanted.

Not that I had any crazy fantasies that I insisted on playing out,
merely that I knew the kind of woman with whom I could feel complete. I
had come so very close in my marriage, yet fallen at the final hurdle.
My ex-wife is blonde, slim and with the most perfect pert breasts you
could imagine. Her gentle Scandinavian features gave way to impressive,
feminine hips, and powerful legs. Her muscular body feels warm, yet firm
to the touch. She gives the impression of being a coiled spring, ready
to explode. (more…)

We had lived in the mobile home for a couple years before I stumbled on the cache of tapes. Pop and Mom always left money lying about (hidden in Mom’s underwear drawer or inside one of Pop’s socks) so imagine my surprise when I stumbled on a box of videotapes buried in the back of Mom’s closet. My Dad was always recording something but why did he keep these hidden? I had a couple of hours to kill before anyone got home and decided to pop one in the VCR to check it out. The quality wasn’t all that good, it was black and white and a bit dark but I could see it was of the living room of our old house. You could see the couch by the light of the table lamp next to it and the gas logs in the fireplace were lit. I saw Uncle Mark come in, in his bathrobe and sit on the coach. After a time Mom came in wearing see through pajamas and sat next to him. I fast-forwarded to see them go by the fireplace and strip naked. Mom sucked his cock and he fucked her and by the sound of things she enjoyed it. This intrigued me; my mother never seemed the passionate type much less a slut. I pulled out another tape, this one was in color and showed Aunt Candy in the Mom’s bathtub with candles lit all around it Momma handed her a flashlight and told her to enjoy herself. Candy did something with the flashlight and it began to hum she put it between her legs and she gasped than seemed focused on what she was doing her eyes closed and back would arch raising her titties out of the water. (more…)