Incest

My name is Jeff. I am eighteen-years-old, and I wanted to share with you the story that changed my life forever; when my Mom and I became lovers.

One weekend, my dad, my mom and my twin sister Beth, were working on a big landscaping project in the backyard. We had done a lot of digging and excavating and the day was hot and muggy. We were almost finished with the digging when Dad sent me and Mom to the Home Depot to pick up the supplies we ordered for the job. Dad agreed to stay and finish up with the help of my sister.

Mom and I jumped in my ’68 Ventura station wagon that I had tricked out, and took off. We live out in the boonies a little bit and the home center was a good 20 miles away. As we traveled down the highway, we noticed that storm clouds were building off on the horizon and Mom remarked that she hoped we could beat the storm.

I have to back up a bit and describe my family here. My Dad is a big lumberjack of a man. He was a lineman in college and met my mother who was a track athlete. Mom is 5’7” and built like a brick shithouse. She has light brown hair and green eyes with a knockout smile. She had some breastwork done and she competes in fitness competitions even at the age of 37. She has about two ounces of body fat. My sister and I are both tall and athletic and neither of us has ever had problems attracting the opposite sex. (more…)

I was 17 when this Christmas story took place. Both of my older sisters and their families were coming over for dinner and to exchange gifts. Each sister had 2 kids, 1 boy and 1 girl. Both boys were 9 and both girls were 11.
We finally finished eating and were gathering in the den to open gifts. The adults took all the seats and the kids were expected to sit on the floor. The den wasn’t very big, so by the time my nephews and one niece sat down, there was no room for my other niece, Jessica. I offered her a seat on my lap and she quickly accepted, jumping on me and turning around to face away from me. My chair was kind of off in the corner of the room, so we were somewhat behind everyone else.
I was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and Jessica was wearing a cute little flimsy red skirt that came to her knees. When she hopped up on my lap and spun around, the back of her skirt flipped up, so although she was completely covered in the front and the sides, the back of her skirt was flipped up over my waist and the only thing between her ass and my pants was her panties.
There were no problems at first, but as we got into the presents, she got more and more excited. The more excited she got, the more she wiggled and squirmed around. It was fine at first, but soon I started getting that all too familiar feeling in my pants. I was starting to get aroused, but didn’t know what I should do about it, so I just sat there. (more…)

“You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean,” the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map on his computer screen. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating the deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.
“The weather office reckons the storm will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be minus ten and wind gusts up to 50mph. Up in the mountains minus 40 and gusts over 80. It’ll be with us for about three days. Maybe three feet of snow”

Jim cursed. This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter Vicki. She had just left school and had won a scholarship to a overseas university. He had intended to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.
A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains he loved. He had used the sale proceeds from his house to buy an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists around the mountains on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight-seeing.

Early on he realized he was working for his insurance company, his bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government. His net income just about covered his living costs in a good year.
This didn’t concern him; he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean, he met a lot of different people, a few were difficult but most shared his thrill of being in the mountains. (more…)

This is a true story although many of the actual names and places have been altered for obvious reasons. The experience starts about two and a half years ago so some minor details are a bit faded. The dialog is only approximate for the same reason and is intended to convey the gist of what was said. Some of the events can obviously be elaborated especially as the current scene and relationships evolve.

Hannah and Clay, my wife’s oldest daughter and SO gave up their downtown apartment to avoid a new lease and came to live with us for the two months prior to a six month backpack trip in Europe. They are easy to be with, doing their share of work around the house and we are all very compatible enjoying cooking and good wines. They will often go back to the city for weekends and that makes a good break and balance for all of us. Hannah is 25, generally a very modest person, 5 ft, 5 in with a very athletic, fit body. Clay is 6 ft 1 in, good looking, 29, trim and a very much take charge guy. My wife Liz is 55 and in very good shape with large breasts with big nipples and a tight body. She’s definitely a MILF and looks younger than her years. She has always been a good involved mother whom her kids often sought for advice and is especially close to her two daughters. I’m the old fart, Mike, at 60 but I run 2-3 miles everyday, work out and also have a trim body. I can still beat Clay at tennis as often as he beats me and he played on the University team. My wife and I have a very active sex life, often sharing some of our old adventures during foreplay, in detail, of threesomes and foursomes we enjoyed in a “past life”. This is a big turn on for each of us leading to some terrific intercourse and orgasms. As sexually open as we have been, we have never had nor discussed any sexual interest in our kids nor could have predicted the story that enfolds to this day.
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Hi my name is Josh Stevens, I am 19 years old and I have sex with my mum, let me tell you the story of how it started 3 years ago when I was 16 and she was 36.
I had two friends while growing up, Jack and Terry, we all grew up together, all hit puberty together and all started developing an interest in girls together, we all also learned about masturbation together which was our favourite group activity back then.
Usually we would go round each others houses when the parents were out of the house, sit in a circle and talk about girls we liked and what we would do to them, we would swap masturbation techniques, stories on what we had supposedly done (all of it false, we were all complete and utter virgins), sometimes one of us would bring a magazine or a video that we would jerk off to and occasionally we would just sit around and talk about family, school, sports and life. Those guys were like my brothers to me and I still think of them as brothers even though we have all moved on.

It all took place on one particular Sunday, I was waiting upstairs for Jack and Terry to show up for a session, we had the whole evening to ourselves as my Mum was going out with friends for the hen night of someone from her work. (more…)

The first time my little brother and I fucked, it was
an accident, really. Certainly we never meant for it
to happen; we’d never thought of each other in a sexual
way until that night. Now we’re inseparable.

It happened when our folks went out of town for the
weekend a couple of months ago, and we decided to have
some friends over for a little party. My buddy Debby
brought the beer, and Jerry’s friend Bob brought his
luscious self. We danced and smooched a little, then
we played some cards, and we went through a twelve-pack
between us.

That was more than enough for me: I was really blasted
by then, and I made it clear to hunky Bob that I was
perfectly willing and ready for a little action. I
even massaged his crotch with my foot while we were
playing cards.

At seventeen, I’m no virgin. I like sex and make no
bones about it. I’m tall, and have a good body. My
boyfriends find it irresistible.

That night I was wearing a halter-top, which left my
flat midriff bear, over a pair of denim shorts cut
just below my crotch. I have to admit that I was disap-
pointed that my dreamboat didn’t seem interested.
Finally about midnight, I decided to turn in.

I made my way back to my bedroom, which I had planned
to share with Debby; but I’d already let her know in
my subtle way that if I got lucky she should sleep on
the couch. I was still hoping that Bob joining me, so
I went to bed nude. I tried to keep myself awake for
him by fingering myself, so I’d be good and ready, but
after about a half-hour I finally fell asleep.

I woke up suddenly, some time later, when a taut, slim
masculine body slipped in beside me and pressed its
length up against my backside. ‘About time, Bobby,’ I
thought. I pretended to be asleep, although I kept my
eyes open. It was pitch black in my room, so Bobby
wouldn’t be able to tell I was awake. I wanted to see
what he’d do. (more…)

I hated my little brother when I was young. He was a
jerk, always badgering me and aggravating me. He teased
me about boyfriends and constantly messed with my stuff.
I used to call him “little Shit”.

I am five years older than Kevin, so when he was eleven I
was sixteen. Both of my parents worked so we were home
for several hours each afternoon while my parents were
still at work. I can almost tell you the day Kevin
started to masturbate. He would come home every day and
either lock his bedroom door or go into the bathroom and
lock that door and spend hours there. I didn’t mind so
much him jacking off in his room, but we only had one
bathroom . When he was in there I had no place to go, so
I was furious at him for spending so much time. Kevin
also was in the habit of popping in on me in my room. I
knew what the little shit was up to. I had matured into a
very sexy body with small but very cute tits and a great
ass. I was a very nice looking girl at 16 as I am now.
Kevin wanted a sneak peek.

One day I was fuming over him being in the bathroom. I
yelled at him ” Kevin, I know that you are in there
beating off. You’re not fooling anyone!” He did not
respond at the time, but later he knocked on my door.

When I let him in he asked, “Why did you say that about
me?” I replied that I knew what little boys did in locked
bathrooms. I said, “Kevin, its ok for you to be jacking
off if that makes you happy. Just do it in your own room
so I can use the bathroom.” (more…)

After deflowering my daughter I was worried about the possible feelings that may be present over the next few days. Would she be upset? Would she feel bad? I didn’t need to worry as Kay seemed very happy and satisfied that she had allowed me to take her for the first time. I found myself replaying her image in my mind enjoying the look she had when she felt my cock inside her. I got hard thinking how she arched her back and her tight cunt became tighter as she reached an orgasm. She had looked me in the eyes when I filled her with cum.

That weekend I was laying in bed enjoying a lazy day while my wife Cathy was beside me.
“How tight was her pussy?”
“Oh…I never had one like that.”
“I bet you’re only the first of many to say that.”
“Ah…Cathy…”
“Oh come on…she’s going to take her panties off for a lot of guys.”

While she was talking Cathy had reached for my cock and stroked me hard. Now she pulled back the covers and took me in her mouth. She licked my balls and rubbed my cock on her face.

“My father wants to fuck Kay.”

It wasn’t what I was ready to hear. Cathy said it and then deep throated me. I was lying there with the image of me fucking my daughter and then her grandfather while my cock was as hard as ever. (more…)

Once Kay had become active, if only orally, there was ongoing discussion about sex in the house. Kay would talk to her mother, Cathy, about the man she had spent time with. Cathy would ask questions about cock size and how much Kay got into her mouth. Kay was nervous when they first started talking about this if front of me but I encouraged her to give details. I was finding the stories quite erotic even if it involved my 15yo daughter.

Cathy would tell Kay about men that she had been with. After looking at me for a moment, she began to talk to Kay about being with her father. They were sitting on the sofa, drinking their morning coffee, wearing oversized pj tops. As they had sat I realized that neither had on panties. As Cathy started to tell her story she had reached out and placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh.

“I want you to know…I have been with my dad.”
“Grandpa?”
“Yes, your grandfather.”
“And by been with…?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No…you always say to give details and be honest, so let’s hear it.”
“Ok. We’ve fucked and things many times.”
“What do you mean by and things?”

Cathy was a little red. She looked over at me and I knew there was something she hadn’t told me. She ran her hand up further on Kay’s thigh.

“I was already active at the time.”
“When did you start?”
“Let’s just say I was younger than you. Much younger. I went after my dad first but once we started he introduced me to things.”
“What did he do to you at first?”
“Sweetheart…I did suck him many times but he loved fucking me both in my pussy and my ass. You have to understand how much I love fucking. One night he was fucking me in the ass and my mother walked in. I was in a panic but he held me in place and kept fucking me. There was nothing I could do.” (more…)

As i was saying we was riding back to my house and she was setting there with her back to the door had her legs open just enough for me to see her white panties and was just setting there she said we was going to have so much fun tonight and I was setting there thinking what she was talking about my dick has done got hard just setting there looking up her dress then she lean over to get somthing off the seat.

I could see her budding tits they look so good and she look up asking me did i like what i was seeing. I ask her what was she talking about she said papa you know what she was talking about well we got to the house and she got out i told her i would get her bag for her and just as i turn around she lift up her dress showing me her litle butt and it look good.

Well when we got in the house she turn around and give me a hug then she kiss me like no other young girl kiss she did that for a little while then she said she wanted to go get a bath she wanted to be clean for me i told her i go ahead and i would cook something for dinner knowing i wanted to go to the washroom and jack off she had me that hard.

So she went and I went to my bedroom and put on my house coat and a pair of shorts hoping she couldn’t see my hard-on after that i went to the kichen and put somthing on to eat then i went to the livingroom and put the tv on.

She came in there just had a towel wrap around her she told me that she had somthing on her back she wanted me to look at and when she said that she turn around and open the toweli could see her fine litte butt man did it look good after i look at her back i told her i didn’t see anything she turn around and drop the towel and ran to me jumpping in my arms. (more…)

I have the most wonderful granddaughter in thew world I have 3 of them but 1 of them is the best i am always think about and fanshside about you see they always stay at are house and she would always wear them short short pants around the house . Well one night i had a dream ,I had to put my wife in the hosple. So after about the 3rd night Kimm (oldes Granddaughter) call me on the phone and ask if she could come over and spend the night with out he other 2 Iask her what did her mother have to say about this and she said it would be ok. So i told her to pack her stuff and come on over she said i would have to come and get her ,well i told her to get ready i was on my way i wanted to go be the hosple frist so i left the house did what i had to do then went by to pick her up and she was outside waiting for me (more…)

Mariah Wallace got out of her car slowly, hoping that she could get from the carport into the house without tossing the remnants of her breakfast.
“I shouldn’t have had that second bagel with cream cheese,” Mariah groaned as her stomach continued to churn. After fumbling with her keys for a moment, she finally succeeded in unlocking the door, barely remembering to close it as she dashed into the first floor powder room. She dropped to her knees…
A few minutes later, Mariah stood in front of the mirror, patting her face dry. “Oh, God, I hope I don’t have to go through that again!” Feeling much better, Mariah left the powder room, collecting her purse and jacket from where she dropped them before heading upstairs to her bedroom to strip and lie down for a while.
Once upstairs, Mariah hung a left for her room – and stopped dead in her tracks at the rather loud bumping sound coming from her daughter Terry’s room. An icy sliver of fear began to creep up her spine as she realized someone other than her was in the house. Quietly, Mariah changed directions and crept toward her 16-year-old’s room, uncertain of what she was going to do if there was an intruder inside.
Before the kids came along, Mariah was very active, playing tennis and swimming every chance she got. Marriage and two children had put the brakes on her athletic endeavors but she was still in pretty good shape, her 130 pounds resting nicely upon her 5’6” frame. The sudden death of her husband, Michael, put the final kibosh on any thoughts of working out again, her time completely consumed with raising Terry and Ron and working.
Nervously, Mariah looked around the hallway, searching for anything she could use to defend herself. She spotted Ron’s baseball bat sitting against the small table in the hall; normally, she would have read him the riot act for leaving his bat there – but it was the perfect weapon for now.
With her confidence bolstered, Mariah continued on to Terry’s room, gripping the cool aluminum bat tightly in one hand and reaching for the doorknob with the other. She hadn’t heard any more noises but she wasn’t about to take any chances. With the bat poised to strike, Mariah turned the knob slowly, feeling the door unlatch. She pushed it open just a crack and listened.
The first sound to reach her ears was one of someone alternating between softly moaning and giggling; she immediately recognized Terry’s musical laughter. A part of her relaxed, thinking that if Terry was laughing, then she was in no immediate danger.
Still, Terry shouldn’t have been there in the first place; Terry had left for school with her brother an hour before Mariah had left for her ill-fated trip to work. (more…)