Incest

For the last few months I have shared my house with a hot sexy woman and her equally hot sexy daughter.

My name is Chris, I am 44 years old, 6′2″ 190 pounds. I own a 3 bedroom 2 bath house near Houston, Texas. I had been having some slight financial difficulties lately and decided to try to rent one of my spare bedrooms to help defray part of my house payment. To that end I had placed an online ad and an ad on the bulletin board of the nearest college offering to rent out the room.

The ad read as follows:

“Room for rent in 3 bedroom 2 bath house, close to the college area. Looking for a female room mate only. Bedroom and semi private bath included plus privileges to use the rest of the common areas of the house. Rent will be $350 a month or $250 plus light house keeping duties.”

I also gave my e-mail addy and phone number.

I advertised for a female room mate due to the fact that I really had no desire to have to look at some other guy hanging around my house all the time and figured I would be more apt to find a woman willing to do the house keeping chores. Plus I hoped to find a nice bit of eye candy to look at every day in my home. I hadn’t had any relationships with a woman since before my last girlfriend had split taking me for about $700 in the process about two years ago.

So I waited to see what kind of response I would get from my ad. After a couple of days I got the first call, it was from a coed at the local college. Almost as soon as she heard a male voice answer the phone she was ready to hang up. She told me that she needed a room but was unwilling to share a house with a man she didn’t know and said, “Thanks anyway.” and hung up. This same thing happened over and over again. I was just about resigned to thinking I had been overly optimistic about finding a female room mate when the phone rang again. I answered and there was a long pause before the person on the other end of the line said anything, I figure it was going to be the same as all the other responses to my ad. (more…)

The three of us, Kim, Julie and myself, sat basking in the afterglow of the fantastic sex we had just shared. I was still sitting on the floor in front of Julie between her legs as she reclined on the couch next to her mother. She had her legs crossed over my chest and her feet were resting on my dick slowly rubbing it back and forth. The relaxation we were enjoying, was suddenly interrupted by the ring of a cell phone. Julie sat up and swung her legs over my head and reached over to her bag and pulled out the phone and answered it.

“Hello…Hey Terri, what’s up?” she said and then was silent for a time as her friend on the other end spoke. “I think it will be okay but let me check with my mom,” Julie then turned to her mother and asked, “You don’t mind if I go hang out with Terri tonight for a while do you?”

“What about moving the rest of our stuff in, we need to finish that first,” Kim said to Julie.

“But mom, all that is left are a few boxes and they are all in your car, can’t you and Chris get those so I can go out with Terri?” Julie asked.

“I guess so but it doesn’t seem to be too fair to Chris to impose on him like that,” replied Kim.

I spoke up and said, “It’s no problem, I’ll be glad to help you move the rest of your stuff in. Julie can go be with her friend but just make sure not to get lost trying to find your way back here.”

Julies’ eyes lit up and she dropped down on the floor beside me and threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the lips and said, “Oh thanks Chris, you’re the best. And don’t worry, I won’t get lost!”

So after telling her friend the good news she jumped up and grabbed her top and pulled it back on and then stepped into her skirt and zipped it back up and then went over and kissed her mother goodbye and then gave me another kiss and ran out of the house. (more…)

Mom stood before her fireplace, the low glow from the red embers somber to her. Her bruised face still tender from the slap her husband had given her. Such piece and contentment she hadn’t felt for so long. As she stood there, her son lay in the bed just behind her. It’s still hard for her to accept what had happened in that room just night before last… when her son saved her from his father’s fists.

Quietly rising, her son slipped from the soft feather mattress, walking to her. Every time he sees her, he falls more deeply in love with her. Her son came to her; standing behind her he wraps his arms around her body. She leans back against his chest. His mom could feel his beating heart, his absolute love for her was apparent. She tilts her head slightly left as he bows his head to kiss her gently on the neck. Her skin, so soft, only fuels his desires. Not realizing their bodies are moving, they are now facing each other. His mom puts her hands on her son’s face, guiding his lips to hers. They stand there kissing… loving together, as if they are the only two people in the world. He lifts her up into his arms and carries her to their bed. (more…)

It had been a tragic accident just 3 years ago. At just
10 years of age James had lost his father, grandfather
and great grandfather, all in the one car accident as
they returned from an agricultural show in the nearby
town. Three generations of adults farmed adjacent lots
10 kilometres out of town on rich river flats.

The women took over the farming and employed some
seasonal workers when necessary. In many ways they were
better off financially with less mouths to feed. James’
mother Annette, her mother Grace, Grace’s younger
unmarried sister Beth (James’ aunt) and their mother,
Iris, (James’ great grandmother) were still young women
(at 28, 43, 39 and 57) to manage the highly mechanised
farm.

James had 2 younger siblings, Emily 11 and Jenny 9. As
you can see from the ages, James’ mother, grandmother
and great grandmother were typical country girls who
had got pregnant and married young. This was not
uncommon in this part of the country.

They had been well covered by the insurance policies
and so had built a very large new house on the best
allotment and designed it in such a way as Annette,
Grace, Beth and Iris each had occupied separate wings
in the house where they could maintain their privacy
and independence, yet have the comfort of company when
they felt like it. It was good for James, Emily and
Jenny too as they had ‘babysitters’ at close hand if
Annette needed a break. (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.” (more…)

she comes home from work and noone his home but me. naturally im in the back masturbating, but i hear her come in and call out to her. “mom can you come in here i need to talk to you?” she comes in the room and i ask her to sit down. and i begin to explain to her some sort of bullshit that ill probably make up as i go along. while she sits there i will turn around and pull my cock out which is already hard by now. with my back to her in one motion i turn around cock in hand grab her by the back of her head and push my rod into her mouth. but to my surprise she starts suckin me on her own. so i reach for her huge tits and massage her nipples. then i tell her to stand up and bend over the table when she does i pull her pants off and shove my dick deep in her cunt and she sighs. (more…)

I first realized that I loved my father more than just as his daughter when I turned thirteen. This is when I began to go through the stages of puberty and became interested in my sexuality. I begun having nightly fantasies and would timidly touch my budding breasts and hairless pussy. After a few weeks of this new-found pleasure, it suddenly hit me who I thought of as my mystery man who was helping me explore these new feelings: my father.
At forty six he was well-toned and still the ever-charming man that my mother fell in love with. My fantasies began increasing each night and I would masturbate myself into frenzy thinking about all of the wonderfully erotic ways my father could pleasure my young body.
Even though I did not want to hurt my mother, I still knew that someday I would have my daddy for myself. My parents and I had always been close so I did not hesitate to sit down with my mother and ask her what she thought was the best way for me to seduce a man.
Looking back, I can tell that she was shocked by my question especially because I was only thirteen and obviously still a virgin. However, I know that she did not want to scare me away from her, so she calmly asked me who the boy was and I told her that it was not a boy I desired, but a man.
I bet she was really freaking out at this point, but she kept her cool and continued to ask me about the situation. However, I did not want to divulge too many details for fear that she would find out the man that I craved also happened to be her husband and my father. (more…)

My father is the eldest of several children, born in rural south Georgia to a farmer father and nurse mother. There were 7 kids, 3 sons, 4 daughters. The age difference between my dad and his youngest sister, who shall be called “Alice” for the purposes of this story, was 9 years. Alice had a daughter about two weeks before I was born, I’ll call her “Lynn”. (If you haven’t figured it out, I am trying to protect their identities. Anyone who knows me could figure out which aunt and cousin I am referring to….)

My father left home at a young age to join the military, and ended up making a career of it. So, during most of my younger childhood, we lived in places far away from his family, so I only got to see aunts, uncles and cousins on rare occassions. The first time I met Lynn, we were maybe 7 or 8, and we hit it off instantly, being the only cousins that age, most of the others being younger, and a few older. From then on, I would look forward to seeing her, since we were the same age and liked the same things.
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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. (more…)