Incest

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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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…)

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…)

I had been doing back to back sessions lately, playing pedal steel and six string for a lot of artists. I worked on an album for this new singer named Bobby Riggs, who was being touted by some of the music people in Nashville as a possible next big sensation in the C & W biz.

I had worked several long, hard days on his sessions, and during that time we had sort of become friends. He was a down-home dude who grew up dirt poor and only recently had a taste of fame and fortune, pretty modest though it was at this point. Still, he was no longer living in a tar paper shack at the end of a dirt road, but in a nice Condo in one of the better sections of Nashville.

Bobby invited me over to his condo one Saturday to watch some college football. I was happy to go over and take in some ball with him, and there was something else that piqued my interest. I had heard through the grapevine that Bobby had an older sister who had been a prostitute for years and had just finished serving a prison term. She was living with Bobby, I had been told, until she got back on her own two feet. And she was supposed to be a real knock-out, though everyone said she was also what in these parts they like to call a tramp. (more…)

How could you deny the passion felt? You knew you wanted it as much as me. Why do you refuse to let your body go? There will come a time and it will be soon when you give yourself over to me completely. No reluctance will be found, I will take you. Maybe it will be the liquor that will help the way; yes perhaps I should try coaxing you with booze. I know you become docile when you drink. So that is that then, I will ask you over and we will drink together and I will finally get my greatest wish and fantasy. No more reluctance, you will open up to me and give me total consent. Oh how hard I am getting just thinking about our meeting. You will be my queen as I lay you down and take what I need.

“Hey mom how ya doing?” I ask you on the phone. You are excited by my call. You thought I wouldn’t get back to you so soon after your denial of my advances. Oh I could sense your want and desire, but you just couldn’t cross that line. (more…)

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…)

Zee is my mother. I wanted to say that right up front because I want to tell my story straight. Anyway there aren’t a lot of places you can tell a story like this unless people know what it’s about beforehand so it seems silly to write half the story and then say “Oh by the way…” Who’s surprised?

Zee is what everyone calls Zara Beth and she’s lovely. This is going to sound corny but there is a glow about her. Maybe it’s because of her coloring: fair skin with pinkish hues running from her cheeks to her breasts to her thighs. She has very full breasts. I’m somewhat ashamed to admit this but the first thing I look at in a woman are her breasts. My mother has beautiful breasts but it’s not the first thing even a clod like me notices; it’s her smile. More corn coming: when she smiles at you, it lights you up.
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I was living in my parents house one winter because I was in between locked ward confinements, and, though not enough of an outlaw to have an actual price on my head, I was enough of a one to make living outside the family milieu difficult at best. I was in my 20’s and had a neuroses now widely known but unrecognized back then by the quacks. I also suffered from a small number of other disorders but nothing really physically disabling, in fact, for a neurotic young man of aesthetic temperament and criminal tendencies my physical health has always been robust.

In the circumstances it was the safest and cheapest place to live. It was a disorderly house. That is to say I was not the only habitant with antisocial tendencies. I was once in the recieving cell down at the local police station awaiting transport to the nuthouse and overheard 3 coppers telling a new chum about us lot. Someone’d left the passthrough slot (belts, shoelaces, wallets & whatnot) open and they were chatting in the next cantora over, bragging to him about the fact they’d once had a situation in which there’d been outstanding arrest warrants against all - of us, individually, mother & father included, and had’nt done a thing about it other than occasionally watch us go about our daily business of dealing drugs, drunk driving, driving sans this and that bit of paperwork, fracas and assault, fraud et alia. (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…)

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…)

well im into bodybuilding and before my contests, i’d ask my mom to put the oil on my body… one night at the contest my mom was there with me and my turn was coming up in 30 minutes, i asked her to put the oil on my body… (has to be everywhere on my body) because my mom did not feel comfortable with other women putting it on my body so we went into the bathroom and i took everything off except for my underwear, i told her i have to put oil around my dick too and i told her i can do that myself after she is done with my body but she insisted, she told me its fine she’ll do that for me too and i was fine with it, she put the oil all on my body, back, legs, stomach, then i told her im going to take my underwear off so she is okay, i took it off and she was shocked to see my penis, i have a 8 and half inch dick by the way, so she went on her knees and she started with my back first, she put it all over my ass, i bent down a little and she put the oil around my butt hole and balls, then i turned around, she rubbed it all over my dick and balls, and all of a sudden she said “can i ask you something son” i said sure, she told me not to get mad or anything, she asked me what do you think about mom and son having sex? i told her its totally fine, they do it because they love each other… she asked me would i do it? (more…)

Chapter One – Justin gets a hand with some homework.

My name is Justin and my life lately has been one big roller coaster. I’m 19 years old just recently started going to college. My girlfriend from high school broke up with me two weeks ago claiming it’s because we are too far apart from each other. But I get the feeling it’s more of an excuse to fuck around while she’s at her school. Oh well. I do still live at home with my parents. It makes more since to do it this way. I don’t have to pay rent or dorm fees and I still get home cooked meals.

The only main downside to still living at home with the folks is I can’t exactly bring girls home for sex. My ex and I would usually do it over at her place since her parents almost always seem to be gone. So between all the usual stress from school and the lack of sex, I’ve been wound up pretty tight lately. My computer is full of porn that I’ve downloaded but it’s starting to feel like that Green Day song, “when masturbation’s lost it’s fun your fuckin’ lazy!” (more…)

My name is Lucy and I’m a mother of a beautiful boy named Scott. As many of these stories seem to go I am a divorcee. I have been divorced since Scott was 9 years old. His father is a good man, but we fell out of love with each other and decided it was better to end the marriage. Since then I have been living with my son alone while I raise him in the suburbs of Chicago.

I am 34 years old and I had my sweet little baby when I was merely 20 years old. I have long auburn hair and I’ve been told a great figure. (I work out 4-5 times a week still and have a tight body 33-25-36!) I have C cup breasts and dark brown eyes. I describe myself since I know people want to be able to imagine the story as they read along. I suppose I should describe my baby boy too. He has dark brown hair like mine and smooth milky white pale skin. All my friends and neighbors dote on him and know he will be quite the lady killer when he grows up. I think so too! (more…)

I awoke to the noise of my mother and father returning from a party. I could hear my mom giggle as they struggled to climb the stairs. Based on the racket they were making out there, it was obvious they had partied hard. I took a glance at the clock on my nightstand. It read 2:17. I turned my head in the other direction and saw my friend Kevin, snoozing on top of his sleeping bag.

Kevin is a good friend of mine. We’ve known each other since Junior High. During summer breaks, we usually make it a point to sleep over each other’s houses at least two or three times a month. Tonight was Kevin’s third time sleeping over my house this month. I really didn’t mind, though, since he was fun to hang out with and always brought along some goodies like a porn DVD or an X-Box game. I put my head down on the pillow and let steady hum of the air conditioner take me back into a deep slumber.

I awoke again but this time it was to relieve my full bladder. I threw the sheets aside and sat on my bed. I noticed Kevin was not in the room. He probably left to use the bathroom. Since I was up already, I decided I might as well wait out in the hall until he finished his business.

I shuffled out of my room and felt the warm blast of air surround my body. My father didn’t like to use the central air conditioning unit if he didn’t have to. Said it cost him a fortune to run. That’s why we all had a separate air conditioner in our rooms. (more…)

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…)

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…)

I had just graduated from college, age 23. I was seeing a pretty
wild girl, Susan, who was very into bondage and control. Things
had not been going very well between us, and I had a feeling that
tonight would probably be our last date.

I was living at home with Mom, Dad died about 5 years before, and
the expenses were much cheaper than having my own place. Of
course, this meant having to be more careful when having a
girlfriend over, the pros and cons balanced out.

Mom was planning a late date that night, probably one of her
all-nighters. She’s been dating for the past two years, and
since she knows I am knowledgeable about the facts of life, she
doesn’t hide the fact that she sometimes spends the night with
her dates. Which, of course, was good for me, since I had the
run of the house for the night.

This was the situation tonight. Or, at least it was supposed to
be the situation. (more…)

Mark tried not to shiver as his mother leaned heavily against him, tried not to enjoy the softness of her body or the flowery smell of her hair. Tried not to get a hard on again. She looked up at him, smiling, and giggled drunkenly as he fumbled with her keys and opened the front door. “You’re so sweet to help me home,” she said, then lifted up on her toes to kiss his cheek dangerously close to his lips.

“Mom, you’re drunk,” he said, more to remind himself than her, to convince himself that she was flirtatious because of the liquor and because she was angry at Dad. “I couldn’t let you drive home like this. Come on, let me get you inside.”

She giggled again but let him guide her through the doorway into the spacious parlor at the front of the house. As he closed the door he couldn’t help watching the sway of her ass as she staggered away from him, letting his eyes roam over her mature body appreciatively. How long had he had fantasies about her? Since puberty, he reckoned, but there was a vast difference between fantasy and reality. Or so he’d always thought. (more…)

I have this problem and it’s starting to get serious.

My Mom is beautiful! I always knew she was beautiful but it wasn’t until about age 15 I really started to notice her more and more. Before that she had just been Mom and all Moms are beautiful but about that age I began to notice that she was a truly beautiful female, not just Mom. It isn’t just MY opinion either because YOU all think so also. You see, my Mom is a Model (capital ‘M’!). I won’t describe her other than to say she is tall for a female with light brown, NOT blonde hair, as you might know who she is and a few years ago she was mentioned just like Cindy, Naomi, Yasmine and Kathy are today. In fact these four and many more are frequent visitors to our abode. THAT is what is causing some of my problems also.

Internationally beautiful women streamed through our house like average, normal people visit in other homes. It is nothing to be eating breakfast and have one of them stumble into the kitchen, hair tousled from sleep, no make-up, wearing an oversized tee shirt sometimes with, sometimes without anything else, groping for the coffee pot. I won’t say which one but one of the above named females is a real BITCH until she’s had her morning coffee. We just ignore her or growl back at her until she’s had the first cup and the cup has been refilled. Then she becomes human and half way nice. After the second cup she’s back to normal. (more…)

MOTHER:
I met Roger during the summer break between my sophomore and junior year of high school at the town’s annual Fourth of July fireworks celebration. My two best friends, Janice and Kathy and I were waiting in line to ride the large roller coaster, but when we finally made it to the front, we were told only two could ride in the same car. Janice and Kathy jumped in the first car, and I took the second car. Since the rules were that two people had to ride together, a guy, Roger, from the group behind us climbed in with me. After the ride, he asked my name, which I told him, and the rest of the evening the six of us sort of hung out together waiting for the fireworks show to begin.
There was something about him that really interested me, and when he asked for my phone number, I quickly gave it to him. As promised, he called the next day and asked if I would go out with him, and that is how things started between us. (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…)

“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…)