Incest

Anne sat for a while after Matt left, with a smile on her face, remembering the taste of him in her mouth, the feel of his lips at her pussy as he ate her to climax, of the sensation of his rock-hard prick as he took her from behind, taking her over the top to another climax. After four years without any sex after her husband’s untimely death, Matt’s teenaged virility had certainly reminded her of the pleasures to be found.

Her pussy still throbbed, reminding her again, and she stroked herself lightly through the opening of her robe, enjoying the feel of her fingers against her shaved mons. She glanced at the clock. Almost four. Matt had said he’d have Kathy home just after six, in plenty of time for dinner at seven. Anne smiled to herself. She’d make enough to serve three, just in case he could stay, but first she’d better get dressed. She stood, then sniffed her fingers. Another shower first! (more…)

“Oh god, big brother I want you to get that fucking cock into my ass now, please,” Beth was urging her brother, Phillip onward. She was ecstatic that he had kept his word and come over to her place after work. They had fucked in the back room of the bar where he worked to pay off Beth’s tab earlier that evening. Phillip couldn’t believe his good luck as he was having sex with his sister for the second time in eight hours.

He was licking and kissing all over her ass cheeks as he drilled a finger in and out of her tight little back door. He couldn’t believe how great her ass tasted and especially smelled. He pushed his finger deeper and asked, “You damn sexy bitch your ass is so damn sexy. Are you sure you want my cock up there?” (more…)

January First, Two Thousand… 1/1/00… the New Year, the New Century, the New Millennium and a new day… 6:10 am; why she awoke she was unsure. But she was awake and alive and still a bit buzzy from the party last night. It was two in the morning by the time the last of the guests had left their house. Quite a blow-out it had been. There was a sense of revelry which seemed to push the boundaries of all other previous New Year parties which they had given.

The kids had been old enough to join in the festivities and had some of their college friends over. The multi-generational mix had added a feeling of rejuvenation for the middle-age group which had traditionally attended their holiday blasts. Perhaps it was a spirit of passing the touch to a younger group of adults as the next era was beginning. Perhaps it was the passing of the joints brought by the kids that the older folks were toking like they were back in school themselves.
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I have this experience to blame (or thank) for all the many years of sexual deviance that followed. But first, a little bit of background.

Like a lot of kids, the moment I turned eighteen, I left home. Only I didn’t have college to go to, but a job designing web pages 1,500 miles from where I grew up in Texas. So I packed up and headed to Maryland, where I had already arranged to rent a cheap one bedroom apartment and start my new life.

My mother and her family were not the best to grow up around. A lot of people probably feel that way about their family so should understand when I say that without me going into great detail. I will mention a few things though so that you will understand why what happened was so unusual. (more…)

The fact of the matter is that all women’s underwear is sexy. But, normally, it seems as though black or red panties are talked about the most often as being erotic. When I think of sexy panties there is another color that can be equally stimulating.

One might think of sun bathing under the hot yellow sun or picking pretty yellow daisies. You might even think of the sour taste of lemons. But, yellow is also the color of warning. Don’t cross the yellow line on the street or run a yellow light or you could be asking for more than you bargained for.

So, when I catch a glimpse of ladies yellow panties warning bells go off in my head and my cock gets hard. I love the thought of charging right into trouble. The yellow warning sign is somehow daring me to cross that line and reach out and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into. The only problem is that women don’t often wear yellow panties. (more…)

The house was quiet as I sat at my computer checking email and wishing I wasn’t alone. My mind wandered off thinking of him, longing for him. I sat there squirming around in my chair, playing with my long blonde hair, with my eyes closed when I was startled by his voice. “Take off those shorts.”

I sat dead still for a moment and then heard, “I said, Take those shorts off, NOW!”

Although my heart was racing with anticipation I felt so excited to hear Daddy’s voice behind me. I quickly stood up and removed not only the thin white shorts I had been wearing, but also my panties. I stood there in only a tight little t-shirt. Daddy said, “Good girl, now I want you to go outside onto the back deck.”

Daddy please no. It’s so cold out and it was well past midnight.

He very calmly but firmly said, “Yes baby, outside- Now go.”

I unlocked the door slowly hoping maybe he would change his mind as he watched my naked bottom standing before him. He didn’t.
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When Dad was alive he took real good care of Mom. For as long as I can remember Mom has been a sleep walker. Dad had a thin line tied between his leg and Mom’s ankle and when ever she started sleep walking he would guide her back to bed. She did not always sleep walk but when ever she felt stressed she would. Like the time her brother Walter was injured in a car accident. Mom woke up three times that night and Dad had to get her back into bed.

The first time I noticed it was about a week after the funeral. I had not been able to sleep myself and was in the kitchen when Mom came in all wide eyed and totally unaware of where she was. I watched her move around the kitchen for a moment or two and knew she was sleep walking. I gentle took her by the arm and guided her back up stairs and into her bed. She did not resist or try to pull away. The moment her head hit the pillow she was back asleep and I left her there. (more…)

Debbie flounced into the room, wearing a red tartan skirt, voluptuous breasts pressing against her white shirt, legs clad in white stockings and feet in thick-soled Mary Jane sandals. Tossing her ponytail, she smiled at the man with the shaved head in the recliner in front of her.

“Daddy, I’m ready for school,” she said in her best little-girl voice. “How do I look?”

Jim looked up from his newspaper and raked his “daughter’s” form with his eyes. Debbie’s pussy grew damp as his eyes darkened with lust.

“My baby girl looks a bit slutty for Daddy’s taste,” he said sternly. “You’re so naughty. That’s the third time I’ve had to talk to you about your attire this week, isn’t it?”

She rubbed her thighs together, putting pressure on her clit, which began to throb with the sternness of his voice. It hungered. She hungered. (more…)

Snow falling tenderly outside. My body being heated by the crackling fire that seems to burn my uncovered, long legs. Gently running my fingertips down my body as though caressing myself missing the touch of him. My thoughts run. It had been so long since he had touched me. God, I miss him. Nothing can replace that feeling of his heated hands stroking my fiery, sweat covered physical being. Oh, how I long to feel him again. Like an addiction, I just can not seem to get enough.

“Michelle, come here”, my dad yells breaking the daydream that I was thoroughly enjoying.

I regain my composure, “Coming dad”.

Standing quickly, my hair is repositioned on my back softly. I am a captivating young woman standing 5′7 in height, long blonde natural curly hair, a light ivory complexion, deep, dark blue eyes, and a 38D chest size that most women would kill for. The high-arched soles of my feet press the carpet beneath me as I walk into the other room to speak to my father. Curious of my plans for the night, he and I speak momentarily as I return once again to the living room to ponder on my previous thoughts. Prior to even falling against the cushioned couch my nipples harden. Moisture begins to stir between my legs. I take a deep breath and scream on the inside. His touch seizes my mind like he is feeling me right then. I am in his complete control; however the feeling of his body against mine will not exist for another few months. Saddened by this, but deeply moved at the same time. Knowing inside the wait is worth it all. The absent touch that I am referring to all began about two years ago, and he is my cousin. (more…)

Officer Christopher Milling took his job very seriously. He was a young 24 years old, he worked out everyday, ate healthy, and he wanted to make a difference. Despite of, or because, of his white trash upbringing. No one had ever encouraged him to be anything more than trailer trash, except his sister, Anna.

She was younger than him, but she always looked up to him, always made him believe that they would both get out of the “Fairmount Trailer Park” and the quick sand of a life-sucking vortex it could create. Once you were sucked in, you could not get out. You were for here and ever after, trailer park scum. If it weren’t for Anna and her encouragement, he would be dealing drugs out of the back of his pickup. He owed her everything and loved her so much. He would do anything to keep her safe from harm.

He sat in his police car just waiting for people to break the law. He was quite the hard ass. He had seen too much growing up to put up with much bullshit. No one was going to get away with anything under his watch. (more…)

Damn, I hate it when nothing goes right. It was one of those days. Nothing I did today seemed to work out the way I planned. I got up this early this morning so I could take a few extra minutes getting ready for work. While putting on my makeup, I discovered that I was out of my favorite eye shadow, the color that really makes my eyes stand out. Then I discovered that the blouse I had planned on wearing was wrinkled, so I had to quickly iron it. And then I ripped my pantyhose. So those went into the waste can. Then, while at work, I spilled coffee on a very important client, just barely avoiding falling and breaking my neck in the process. Which probably would have been better, because now I’m sitting at my desk, playing number crunch and I can’t get the fucking numbers to add up correctly!

The fact that my grandfather was in his office speaking with said important client did nothing to calm my anxiety. If I leave the office to try to relax, my grandpa might need me to get something for him. If I’m not there, I will surely look like a slacker. But if I stay here one more minute, I’m going to throw this goddamn computer onto the floor. (more…)

I don’t know what pervert said it to my sister but I wish I could find him so I could shake his hand and thank him.

I was home from college when my stepsister, Jenny, came home from high school in a huff. We were not really tight as her mom and my dad had only been married four years and I had been gone 2 of them at college. But she looked at me as a confidant and older brother. She felt she could come to me when she had problems and needed help. Twice in the last month, she had called me at school for help with a school problem and once for a problem with our parents. Jenny is no brain surgeon and has had a lot of problems getting through school, so she cuts class a lot and runs off with her friends and this of course gets her in more trouble with school and our parents.

Jenny is a sweet heart but a real cock tease. She has been graced with her mother’s great looks and today got her a very suggestive cat call that had her perplexed and angry. At 18, she is still only 5’1 and all of 95 pounds. Next to me at 6’3 and 225 pounds, she looks like a little rag doll. She has long brunette hair and a tight little gymnast’s body. She is a member of the “itty bitty titty club” but what she lacks in tits, she more then makes up in perky nipples. I have rarely seen her walking around without her perky nipples pushing hard against her shirt or blouse. (more…)

We were married almost immediately after our cross-country road trip was over. I called my oldest daughter and she and her husband joined your two children and their spouses for the ceremony which really was a simple affair. We dressed in our finery–you in a medium length white dress with a lot of lace and me in my Highland formal wear including my Prince Charlie jacket with its vest–but we did do without the fancy wedding with all the guests. Neither of us wore underwear the entire day. That night the kids joined us for a very fancy dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town. After all, we could afford almost anything we wanted to have after our successful forays into the casinos in Nevada, Cherokee, and Atlantic City.

“Kids, your mother and I have something to tell you.”

“What, Daddy?”

“Well, Fiona is going to have a baby in about another 8 months.”

You could have heard a pin drop at the table when that news was out. You spoke to the kids saying “Well, don’t all wish me well all at once. I know that all of you are pretty well grown, but you’re all going to have either a brother or sister to help me with.”

“Gee, Mom, I don’t know what to say.” (more…)

The first time Chris saw his stepsister masturbating, it was the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes on.

She laid on her bed, oblivious to his presence, her hand sliding inside her jeans. Her other hand roamed underneath her tank top. Her cheeks were flushed and rubbed against her bare shoulders as she squirmed over the covers.

He’d come home not ten minutes ago from his dentist appointment. Apparently she’d been so consumed by her task, she hadn’t heard him come in the house. When he’d reached the top of the stairs, he saw that her door was ajar. Before he could knock and say hello, he’d caught sight of her through the crack.

He was instantly mesmerized.

At 22 years old, the only time Chris had seen a girl masturbate was in porn. Now he was watching his stepsister, Laura, feverishly finger herself, working her body into a frenzy.

And he was instantly hard. (more…)

My name is Jake and I’m 30 years old. I just landed a new sales job on the east coast. With the new job I visited Florida a lot. Every time I go I try and visit family, even if it’s for an hour. I love it when my 18-year-old cousin comes to greet me at the door. Kathy is somewhat of a tomboy. Always wearing grungy clothes to cover her body up. But I’ve been watching her grow up and I can see that it has been increasing hard for her to cover up those huge breasts that she now had.

On every visit she would always hang all over me. Trying the sweet little girl routine probably trying to get me to go shopping with her so I would buy her something. Of course I would always give in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. (more…)

I should’ve known that when my hot shot older brother came back from his sixth year in college that things would be exactly the same, well maybe not exactly the same. I am six years younger than he is. Over the six years that he’s been away I have grown up quite a bit. My hips filled out as well as my breasts. After years of dancing my legs have become strong and perfectly shaped. My stomach toned and my ass firmed and became round.

The bus ride home from school was complete hell. I did not want to go home. It was Brian’s first trip home for the year. Christmas vacation was always darkened by his presence. Walking home from my bus stop I began to reminisce of Christmas last year when I caught him looking at me. This was not a brotherly look at all. It kind of scared me I suppose. Finally I reached home. Noticing no car in the driveway I bounced into the house hoping I was all alone. I dropped my bag in the hall and stripped my heavy coat from my body. Ascending the stairs my skirt bounced against the back of my thighs. All I wanted to do was get out of this skirt and get into my comfortable boxers.
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I didn’t think I was normal at first, and not for a long time after that. I mean, boys don’t fantasize about their mother, do they? Well, I didn’t think so at the time.

It started about as soon as I was old enough to do it. It’s not hard to imagine why. She was a young boy’s ideal; an intoxicating combination of warm smile, sweet smell, and full breasts.

The pictures that turned me on were the ones that resembled her in some way. Maybe just the color of their hair resembled hers, or they looked more like women than girls. The girls that turned me on were almost always curvy. I was always proud that she was my mother, especially when the other guy’s eyes widened when they saw her.

We always got along and I thought she was a good mom. She worked hard, but she never threw it in my face. I hardly ever asked her for anything after reaching my early teens, because I knew she would get it for me. We didn’t have a lot of money but somehow she would work enough to get me what I wanted. That’s probably why my first sustained sexual fantasy was one in which I did ask her for something. (more…)

Drought is an awful thing. But, Zack had faced this monster before and figured his plant and landscape business would survive even though his shrubs looked very sad at the moment. The drought in the weather, though, couldn’t compare with the drought in his sex life. Watering the plants could help them but there was not much in his sexual future.

It seemed as though every lady he found interesting was already taken. One or two would have given him a quick roll in the hay as at 5′11″ and 180 pounds with a sculptured body they found him attractive. But, he hadn’t grown quite that desperate yet. If nothing happened in about two more weeks he would surely look up one of these lusty ladies.

Zack’s twin sister, Zoey, owned the interior design store next to Zack’s nursery. They had built their businesses on a parcel of land their parents had given them. Both businesses were flourishing and they often referred customers to each other. Also on the same piece of land were their houses which were located behind each of their businesses facing the street on the next block over. (more…)

Daddy had shown me something new, something exciting, and every day I would crawl into bed and play with myself. I had never done it before, I was hesitant at first, but quickly I became more comfortable with running my fingers through my pussy, settling firmly on my little clit. I learned what made me feel good, how to grind my hips into the bed, to let myself moan and call out, to slip my fingers deep into my pussy. I used the handle of my hairbrush in my cunt as I rubbed my clit, pushed it in and pulled it out, as deeply as felt comfortable. Over the course of the week, when I first got home from school and went to do my homework, and at night after everyone went to bed, I would furtively rub myself, and pull at my nipples, until finally I became more and more comfortable with letting myself go, letting orgasm slip over my body, rush through my brain. It was such a wonderful feeling I wanted it all the time.

That Saturday night, I made myself cum, my fingers slipping between my small, wet pussy and my firm clit, bouncing and grinding against the bed, small pants “oh..oh..oh” issuing from my lips, softly so my family couldn’t hear me, and then I fell asleep deeply, the satisfying slumber of orgasm. And then I was gently waking up. It was happening again. I was cold, I could feel the airconditioning across my body, and my legs were being pulled apart. It was daddy.

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Alice was tired of daddy’s girlfriends. Yes has been two years since mommy died and in all that time she never got used to some of the women whom he had wanted to be his next wife. Her father worked as an elevator engineer during the day and usually fell asleep on the couch in the evening. He was 21 and in college when he met her mom Kelly. Kelly was 16 and lovely. He did not expect to fall in love with such a young woman but she was too sweet not want her hand. Despite their difference in age, their lovemaking was wild and before Kelly turned 17 she was pregnant with Alice. They were both happy with the upcoming birth and despite their family’s objection they got married. Life was good for them. Her father’s income was handsome and they bought their first house when her mom was only 21.

Life was wonderful for her parents. Like all good marriages they worked and saved, traveled and stayed home and both wanted more children. When Alice was 12 Kelly informed her daughter was going to be a big sister. Alice could not be happier and helped prepare the house for her new sister. All was going to change in their life until one terrible afternoon. Alice was to be picked up at school after cheerleading practice, but mom never made it. At a stop light a few blocks from Alice’s school an eighty year old man hit her mom’s car head one. He was driving a new huge sports utility with only a few miles on it. His previous car had been demolished in an earlier accident with a tractor trailer. It was not his first accident. He had been a more that a few in the last few years but he believed his right to drive was more important that other people’s safety. Kelly paid the price for this man’s right to drive when he hit her head on. She was killed instantly but the old fool luckily walked away with out a scratch. (more…)

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…)

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…)

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…)

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…)