My mom found my incest stories!

[Roxanne Appleby]

Except the thought police or radical right wing christian militia.

(Edited to ask: Is there a left wing christian militia?)

No, the lefties have a different and much more widespread version: PC, "sensitivity" pogroms, campus speech codes, arbitrary and capricious harassment laws, etc. Just as Larry Summers. In your country I understand it's even more draconian. Fucking scary.

Posted by Mesachie
Sorry, but I disagree, 3113. They can do whatever they want. Not that I would agree with it. I'm just saying that he's a kid living at home. I don't care if he's street legal next month.

She didn't say they can't, just that there is a price to pay if they do, and if they feel they need to then they also have a duty to do it in in "humane" way, which means don't freak out about the porn and stuff, but instead keep their mouths shut about it.

 

[Pure]

Basiscally, the consensus is that finding the idea of incest titillating is almost as universal as the taboo itself, and almost never suggests that one really has any desire to taste the forbidden fruit.

indeed decent folks never have any desires for the *really* nasty stuff.

 

[The_Darkness]

Basiscally, the consensus is that finding the idea of incest titillating is almost as universal as the taboo itself, and almost never suggests that one really has any desire to taste the forbidden fruit.

indeed decent folks never have any desires for the *really* nasty stuff.

Damnit. I guess that counts me among the indecent.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

My Take on This...

Harry Dick and the Incest Story Caper

Harry Dick scanned the Literotica boards on his blackberry as he sat in his office on 5th avenue. He could hear his secretary, Ms. Torres, in the outer office doing research on the phone. Apparently, she had found something because she seemed quite interested in the phone conversation and seemed to be speaking quite loud. What Harry couldn’t understand were the moans and gasps that seemed to be interspersed in the conversation.

“Sounds like she’s working this guy pretty hard, Harry,” said Harry’s cock from his hiding place in Harry’s right hand.

Just then, Harry87 burst into the Harry Dick Detective Agency. “I gotta see Harry Dick, right now,” he yelled at Ms. Torres. “And what the hell are you doing with the phone, woman? You aren‘t supposed to put it there.”

Ms. Torres pulled her cashmere sweater down to cover her knockers, skirt down to her knees and escorted Harry87 into Harry’s office. “Harry, this jerk thinks he needs a detective, but he got you instead.”

“Mr. Dick, I need your help. I’m in terrible trouble,” Harry87 said in a loud voice.

“Just calm down. Have a seat and tell me about it,” Harry Dick told him.

‘And come over here and sit on my face, Maria,” Harry’s Cock yelled at Ms. Torres as she went back to her desk and phone conversation.

“Let’s start with your name,” said Harry Dick

“My name is Harry87. That’s a fake name, by the way. This is about my mother. She was snooping in my bedroom and found…” Harry87 began to cry.

“She found what? A gun? A woman hiding under you bed? Eighty-Seven used condoms you’d thrown in the wastebasket? What?”

“Mr. Dick, this is terrible. She found my stories on my desk. I never thought she was the kind to snoop, but she found them,” Harry87 sat, dejected and shaken.

“Yeah? So? What were they? Something you were working on for Field and Stream?”

“No, Mr. Dick. They were…PORN - Incest Stories I wrote for Literotica.” The shame was evident on Harry87’s face.

“Oh my God. You write for that rag?” Harry asked.

“Wow. Cool. Can I read them?” asked Harry’s Cock.

“Yes. I do, Mr. Dick. I know it’s horrible, but I’m driven. And you haven’t heard the worst part.”

“Ok, kid. Go on. Give me the rest of the story.” Harry could see a real case looming here.

“God. It’s terrible, Mr. Dick. She read my stories and now… SHE WANTS ME!”

“Damn. Horny old bitch, eh,” thought Harry’s Cock.

Harry Dick sat back in his cheap, naugahyde office chair and rubbed his chin. “Look kid, I’ll have a talk with her - let her know this is just fiction and all that shit. But I gotta warn ya. I don’t work cheap. It’ll be $19.95 a day plus expenses.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Dick. I knew I was right coming here. Please take care of this as soon a you can,” Harry87 said handing over a wad of bills that looked somewhat wrinkled and sticky(?)

“Oh yeah. We are going to get some,” thought Harry’s Cock. But then it had another thought. “OMG! What if she’s like, really fucking old and wrinkled. Jesus. Did Jenny fuck us over again?”

 

[rachlou]

Harry Dick and the Incest Story Caper

Harry Dick scanned the Literotica boards on his blackberry as he sat in his office on 5th avenue. He could hear his secretary, Ms. Torres, in the outer office doing research on the phone. Apparently, she had found something because she seemed quite interested in the phone conversation and seemed to be speaking quite loud. What Harry couldn’t understand were the moans and gasps that seemed to be interspersed in the conversation.

“Sounds like she’s working this guy pretty hard, Harry,” said Harry’s cock from his hiding place in Harry’s right hand.

Just then, Harry87 burst into the Harry Dick Detective Agency. “I gotta see Harry Dick, right now,” he yelled at Ms. Torres. “And what the hell are you doing with the phone, woman? You aren‘t supposed to put it there.”

Ms. Torres pulled her cashmere sweater down to cover her knockers, skirt down to her knees and escorted Harry87 into Harry’s office. “Harry, this jerk thinks he needs a detective, but he got you instead.”

“Mr. Dick, I need your help. I’m in terrible trouble,” Harry87 said in a loud voice.

“Just calm down. Have a seat and tell me about it,” Harry Dick told him.

‘And come over here and sit on my face, Maria,” Harry’s Cock yelled at Ms. Torres as she went back to her desk and phone conversation.

“Let’s start with your name,” said Harry Dick

“My name is Harry87. That’s a fake name, by the way. This is about my mother. She was snooping in my bedroom and found…” Harry87 began to cry.

“She found what? A gun? A woman hiding under you bed? Eighty-Seven used condoms you’d thrown in the wastebasket? What?”

“Mr. Dick, this is terrible. She found my stories on my desk. I never thought she was the kind to snoop, but she found them,” Harry87 sat, dejected and shaken.

“Yeah? So? What were they? Something you were working on for Field and Stream?”

“No, Mr. Dick. They were…PORN - Incest Stories I wrote for Literotica.” The shame was evident on Harry87’s face.

“Oh my God. You write for that rag?” Harry asked.

“Wow. Cool. Can I read them?” asked Harry’s Cock.

“Yes. I do, Mr. Dick. I know it’s horrible, but I’m driven. And you haven’t heard the worst part.”

“Ok, kid. Go on. Give me the rest of the story.” Harry could see a real case looming here.

“God. It’s terrible, Mr. Dick. She read my stories and now… SHE WANTS ME!”

“Damn. Horny old bitch, eh,” thought Harry’s Cock.

Harry Dick sat back in his cheap, naugahyde office chair and rubbed his chin. “Look kid, I’ll have a talk with her - let her know this is just fiction and all that shit. But I gotta warn ya. I don’t work cheap. It’ll be $19.95 a day plus expenses.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Dick. I knew I was right coming here. Please take care of this as soon a you can,” Harry87 said handing over a wad of bills that looked somewhat wrinkled and sticky(?)

“Oh yeah. We are going to get some,” thought Harry’s Cock. But then it had another thought. “OMG! What if she’s like, really fucking old and wrinkled. Jesus. Did Jenny fuck us over again?”

That's hysterical Jenny! Pleeeasssse finish it!!

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Gee. I thought that was about as much humor as Harry87 could handle at this point, Rikki

 

[ungenderless]

ROFL!! OMG Jenny! You are so fucking awesome it hurts sometimes!

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

ROFL!! OMG Jenny! You are so fucking awesome it hurts sometimes!

You are too kind, my friend

 

[TheeGoatPig]

I like it almost as much as the gardening story this summer

 

[braincum]

I may be late in this discussion

But you didn't write those stories in a vacuum. Somewhere in the depths of your libido you do want to slip it into your mom.

Her discovery of your works was probably the best opportunity you will ever have.

BTW, I also enjoy incest stories, but never realized a hard-on for my (late) mom. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy reading about other folks screwing their old lady.

I'm not sure of the psychological underpinnings of this titilation; I just read, drool and shoot my load.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

But you didn't write those stories in a vacuum. Somewhere in the depths of your libido you do want to slip it into your mom.

Her discovery of your works was probably the best opportunity you will ever have.

BTW, I also enjoy incest stories, but never realized a hard-on for my (late) mom. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy reading about other folks screwing their old lady.

I'm not sure of the psychological underpinnings of this titilation; I just read, drool and shoot my load.

Way too simplistic. Except the "read, drool and shoot my load" part - that I totally believe. But if Harry wants this then so do you, and you don't think you do, so there's no reason to think he does. Maybe someone should start a thread about why the incest cat is so popular. I don't believe it's because all these people really want to spread 'em for daddy or slip it to mommy. (Brother and sis maybe though, and cute cousins for sure. )

 

[braincum]

Well of couse it's simplistic, R.A.

That's what this medium demands; superficial self-examination punctuated by savage moments of gratification.

Not exactly the optimal environment for deep introspection, is it?

I mean 1/2 of us are only typing with one hand anyway...

 

[Mesachie]

Sometimes we are just titillated by the forbidden. Like looking out over a mine field and considering impetuously dashing across it. The imagined result, that intoxicating exhilaration of success offset by terrible consequences.

If mom found it an interesting proposition, she would have approached it somewhat differently, I suspect. If he seriously wanted her, he'd be enjoying the titillation of its barest possiblity, even if it is so improbable. But he's more worried about the invasion of his space than his invasion of hers. Which I think is the telling point.

It is left to us poor perv's to grab on and shake a good tale out of it. I find it delicious as I've mentioned before. I think it would make a great intro to an incest story, and not necessarily between mom and son, but maybe between brother and sister. Brother in the dog house big time and mom won't say why. She's found his stories. She's appalled. He's ashamed. Sis, left in the dark, it totally perplexed. Forbidden spice is in the air, but who will be the first to taste it?

Or maybe mom just jumps his bones. <shrug>

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Is this guy 18 or not? That's a relevant issue here.

Anyway, I don't have any problems with incest per se, among consenting adults and such. However, I have never had incestuous feelings about my parents or my brother. There was a brief phase of incestous curiosity about my sister, but I got over it. There was also a female cousin who interested me at one point and an aunt whom I found attractive (well, an aunt by marriage). As I believed strongly that incest was wrong at the time, and as they were involved with others (my aunt with my uncle, of course, while my cousin had a beau), I never acted on those. That doesn't make me condemn incest as such or fantasies about it.

I can say that my parents snooped on me until I left their house, long after I became an adult and despite the fact that I not only had a job, but even loaned them money to GET THE HOUSE in two cases. To say the least, it damaged my relationshp with both of my parents, making sure that I don't confide in them to the extent that I might. Then again, the fact that they are fundamentalist Baptists also does that. My relationship is not destroyed or ruined, but just cooled now. It's not as warm a family bond as it could be. That's at least partly their fault.

 

[tanyachrs]

I used to get in the mood for incest stories now and then. It was the taboo, I suppose. But Lit has completely cured me of that. There are so many and they're so formulaic. Incest has lost its shine for me. How can you get excited about something that's 50% of the new stories posted when 90% of those could have been written by a bot?

This is why the incest lovers have to pervade the boards pretending their little scenarios are true. How else to add luster to a tired genre?

 

[braincum]

How else, indeed

You seem quite jaded.

How would you add some luster to these admittedly tired tales?

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

I used to get in the mood for incest stories now and then. It was the taboo, I suppose. But Lit has completely cured me of that. There are so many and they're so formulaic. Incest has lost its shine for me. How can you get excited about something that's 50% of the new stories posted when 90% of those could have been written by a bot?

This is why the incest lovers have to pervade the boards pretending their little scenarios are true. How else to add luster to a tired genre?

I wrote one that is definitely not bot-like. It's pretty damned unique. In fact, I'll venture to say that it contains some plot devices and features that have never been seen before. The page after page of smoking, explicitly described lesbian sex - including mother-daughter sex - is probably not all that unique, but it's pretty well executed.

 

[Munachi]

about the privacy - i agree with 3113...

i live in my own place, but receive financial support from my parents. i also work, but it isn't enough to live on (or would be, but then i would concentrate even less on my studies, or just could cover the barest minimum costs... either way, right now i am working on becoming completely independent soon, i am kind of old...) - but neither me nor my parents think that the fact that in a way they pay the rent gives them any right to my place or the things i do here. of course they have their opinions (and my mom says she refuses to visit me until i finally pack out some of the boxes of books i still have standing around), but as long as i don't do something that could get them into trouble (like, my dad signed the responsibility thingy for in case i destroy the place or something similar) it is my place, and my life...

so and would that be different if instead i was living with them?

or, since it was said "if you pay no rent it is their room" - let's say i got into some financial trouble, and had to give up my place, and moved in, for example, with my brother or a friend - and left my journal lying around. would they have a right to read it, since it is their place? i think not. and since we are speaking of someone over 18 here, and since to me writings that aren't published are as private as a diary, i would say that is similar.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Another point....even where the parents own the room....they don't necessarily own everything IN the room. If it's his box and his paper, they shouldn't violate that. So, even if you accept Mesachie's logic...there is that issue.

 

[Mesachie]

Not really, SEVERUSMAX. For me that is, apparently more so for you. Between us, treat it as you like it. His stuff is sacrosanct. No one should ever touch it. My points have been made and if you don't agreee with them, that is fine. Really. I don't believe the world has to run by my rules. Now, if you were in my house, heh heh, we might find the discussion continues.

Look, youngsters think, and possibly rightly so given the comments here, the world runs by their rules. A comparison of the work force, Old school workers see senority as a relevant issue, Gen-X see it as having some but not controlling significance, and Gen-Y often sees no point in it at all. Or so some employers found when they had their workforce quizzed.

You combine this shift in viewpoints about what rules have relevance with the distancing that occurs naturally between parents and children and it becomes quite the divide.

But as at least one individual noted here, I am not suggesting that rummaging one's child's room at will is the best parenting technique. I'm just pointing out that if they aren't emanicpated and they are living at home, the courts and the cops are going to stare at your sense of outrage with disinterest at best. At least for the time being.

To be honest, for those of you still sucking off the parent tit at home, regardless of your age, they can inspect rooms anytime they want. Break into your locked box, maybe not. I think I mentioned that way back at the start.

I've loved this thread. I like the part where we concentrate on the naughty bits more, though. Some very amusing ideas and enjoyable tit-for-tat as we consider the ramifications of our turgid hero making his move on wide eyed mom.

I generally don't suggest or condone incest in real life. Yes, I know different people have different experiences with it. I respect that. There are lots of things I enjoy day dreaming about that I don't necessarily want to put into real practice. Your mileage may vary.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

. . . I generally don't suggest incest in real life.

Only now and then, eh?

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Not really, SEVERUSMAX. For me that is, apparently more so for you. Between us, treat it as you like it. His stuff is sacrosanct. No one should ever touch it. My points have been made and if you don't agreee with them, that is fine. Really. I don't believe the world has to run by my rules. Now, if you were in my house, heh heh, we might find the discussion continues.

Look, youngsters think, and possibly rightly so given the comments here, the world runs by their rules. A comparison of the work force, Old school workers see senority as a relevant issue, Gen-X see it as having some but not controlling significance, and Gen-Y often sees no point in it at all. Or so some employers found when they had their workforce quizzed.

You combine this shift in viewpoints about what rules have relevance with the distancing that occurs naturally between parents and children and it becomes quite the divide.

But as at least one individual noted here, I am not suggesting that rummaging one's child's room at will is the best parenting technique. I'm just pointing out that if they aren't emanicpated and they are living at home, the courts and the cops are going to stare at your sense of outrage with disinterest at best. At least for the time being.

To be honest, for those of you still sucking off the parent tit at home, regardless of your age, they can inspect rooms anytime they want. Break into your locked box, maybe not. I think I mentioned that way back at the start.

I've loved this thread. I like the part where we concentrate on the naughty bits more, though. Some very amusing ideas and enjoyable tit-for-tat as we consider the ramifications of our turgid hero making his move on wide eyed mom.

I generally don't suggest or condone incest in real life. Yes, I know different people have different experiences with it. I respect that. There are lots of things I enjoy day dreaming about that I don't necessarily want to put into real practice. Your mileage may vary.

Given how much I contributed to my family's fiscal welfare during my stay, sponging is not exactly a fair or legitimate description. I doubt that I'm the only one. Still, glad that I'm not living with them anymore.

Even so, my point is that whether or not the room belongs to the parents, the CONTENTS of that room most likely belong to any grown offspring living there. Just a point. I'm guessing that this guy is college age. That's a time to let go more and encourage the guy to be more independent. It's damn hard to be self-reliant if your parents are constantly monitoring your every move and even going through your stuff. Not mention that it teaches disrespect not only for privacy but private property. No wonder young people steal so much.

 

[TE999]

Harry Dick and the Incest Story Caper

Harry Dick scanned the Literotica boards on his blackberry as he sat in his office on 5th avenue. He could hear his secretary, Ms. Torres, in the outer office doing research on the phone. Apparently, she had found something because she seemed quite interested in the phone conversation and seemed to be speaking quite loud. What Harry couldn’t understand were the moans and gasps that seemed to be interspersed in the conversation.

“Sounds like she’s working this guy pretty hard, Harry,” said Harry’s cock from his hiding place in Harry’s right hand.

Just then, Harry87 burst into the Harry Dick Detective Agency. “I gotta see Harry Dick, right now,” he yelled at Ms. Torres. “And what the hell are you doing with the phone, woman? You aren‘t supposed to put it there.”

Ms. Torres pulled her cashmere sweater down to cover her knockers, skirt down to her knees and escorted Harry87 into Harry’s office. “Harry, this jerk thinks he needs a detective, but he got you instead.”

“Mr. Dick, I need your help. I’m in terrible trouble,” Harry87 said in a loud voice.

“Just calm down. Have a seat and tell me about it,” Harry Dick told him.

‘And come over here and sit on my face, Maria,” Harry’s Cock yelled at Ms. Torres as she went back to her desk and phone conversation.

“Let’s start with your name,” said Harry Dick

“My name is Harry87. That’s a fake name, by the way. This is about my mother. She was snooping in my bedroom and found…” Harry87 began to cry.

“She found what? A gun? A woman hiding under you bed? Eighty-Seven used condoms you’d thrown in the wastebasket? What?”

“Mr. Dick, this is terrible. She found my stories on my desk. I never thought she was the kind to snoop, but she found them,” Harry87 sat, dejected and shaken.

“Yeah? So? What were they? Something you were working on for Field and Stream?”

“No, Mr. Dick. They were…PORN - Incest Stories I wrote for Literotica.” The shame was evident on Harry87’s face.

“Oh my God. You write for that rag?” Harry asked.

“Wow. Cool. Can I read them?” asked Harry’s Cock.

“Yes. I do, Mr. Dick. I know it’s horrible, but I’m driven. And you haven’t heard the worst part.”

“Ok, kid. Go on. Give me the rest of the story.” Harry could see a real case looming here.

“God. It’s terrible, Mr. Dick. She read my stories and now… SHE WANTS ME!”

“Damn. Horny old bitch, eh,” thought Harry’s Cock.

Harry Dick sat back in his cheap, naugahyde office chair and rubbed his chin. “Look kid, I’ll have a talk with her - let her know this is just fiction and all that shit. But I gotta warn ya. I don’t work cheap. It’ll be $19.95 a day plus expenses.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Dick. I knew I was right coming here. Please take care of this as soon a you can,” Harry87 said handing over a wad of bills that looked somewhat wrinkled and sticky(?)

“Oh yeah. We are going to get some,” thought Harry’s Cock. But then it had another thought. “OMG! What if she’s like, really fucking old and wrinkled. Jesus. Did Jenny fuck us over again?”

Hey Jenny!

Work a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a dozen red roses into this puppy
and you're way ahead of the curve for the Valentine's Day Contest.

Oh yeah, and an ending, need one of those.

Jus' tryin' to help.

Peace.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Would you like to invite her to post here?

Yes, I would. But I think that's more than poor Harry could take right now.

 

[slyc_willie]

Methinks Harry87's making a bid for exposure. But no matter. The question of incest remains.

Incest has always been a strong theme in human sexuality since the dawn of (recorded) time. For some Christians, Adam and Eve might be considered brother and sister, and from them sprang the entire human race (i.e., we're all fucking our relatives). For the scientific-minded, some theorists have recently traced back the development of the entire human race, as it now exists, to a single primordial 'Eve' who lived some eighty thousand years ago (check your Local Discovery Channel listings).

Homer and Freud both posited -- in their own ways -- that men naturally lust after their mothers, or at least seek women who remind them of 'mommy.' Personally, I have never entertained thoughts of incest regarding my alcoholic, yellow-toothed mother, but perhaps I'm in the minority . . . .

Still, I find it interesting that my first fiance was a petite woman with short dark hair and an aggressive, selfish attitude -- rather like my mother's. Hmm.

Since then, I have grown away from such women. Or so I would like to think. Still, I wonder if Cocaine Freud's hyoptheses do not contain at least one fermenting germ of truth.

I am reminded of a young woman I knew in college, many years ago, who willingly and eagerly seduced both her older brother and father at a young age, and kept up the relationships for years. She saw her actions as both a form of therapy for the 'old man' and a source of titilation for she and her brother. At the time I knew her -- when she and I had become close as friends to the point where she clued me in on her little secret -- her father had become engaged to another woman and no longer 'entertained' his daughter. She seemed to pride herself in the idea that she had 'reawakened' her father's sexuality.

'Oedipaliaty' seems to run both ways, sometimes.

As for Harry87, whether this entire scenario be true or fiction, I see two outcomes:

1) Mom takes him to therapy and gets him a prescription for Zoloft.

2) Mom goes shopping for new lingerie and cooks Harry's favorite meal.

Either way, it should make for a fucking GREAT story!

BTW, Jenny . . . .

BWAHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAA . . . .