The "New and Improved" Incest Thread!

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Few years back i was a member of Adult Friend Finder and one of my favorite things to do was go watch the women members of AFF on their webcams, these weren't paid performers but fellow members.

As usual i scanned down the list of women on webcams and saw that on woman was fairly close to me in distance ,clicked on her webcam and just watched this busty woman play with her DD's and nice big nipples her face was not shown, as i was sitting there she moved her cam slightly and i could see items in the background furniture and stuff and the room behind her looked familiar and i started look closer only to realize it was my own cousins home..........i just froze because it shocked me and i still wasn't 100% positive it was her place, then she got back on cam and now there was ne denying it was my own cousin showing off her marvelous breasts to the world,,,,,,,,i felt like a peeping Tom, i just watched her play and figured it was harmless fun on both our parts and no way she even knows i am watching her

Then it happened she got up and give "us" all a full body shot and bending over showing her ass and then turning around getting closer and opening up her wet pussy and fingering it.

figured i would jack myself a little while watching my own cousin, just another woman on cam until she sat back down wrote a note and showed it to her viewers , that note said.............."i can see you little cuz" followed by her blowing a kiss and then panning down to her sopping wet pussy and then the cam went off

I haven't said a word to her ever nor her to me but, she did check out my AFF profile and i hers.......we had 'boring" everyday profiles up with no nudity or any "kinks" listed
 
Few years back i was a member of Adult Friend Finder and one of my favorite things to do was go watch the women members of AFF on their webcams, these weren't paid performers but fellow members...

The cousin who became the best lover I have ever had was on a site like that and our meeting on there was the beginning of something so beautiful that I can't find words to describe it. Funny thing. We knew of one another before that. We had seen one another before "across a crowded room" (Apologies to South Pacific but that song really does capture the flavor of things before we became playmates to one another. Too bad that site is not around now because it gave me the best thing ever and I would really enjoy meeting someone else with the sex drive that she lost when menopause came along. She is still my best friend and I can not imagine life without her. I just wish that I could have mind blowing sex like that again.
 
I still had the beer in one hand, my other resting on Jean's leg. I could see the deep purple of the woman's underwear, with the gusset packed with her plump pudendum.

My aunt took the can from my hand, remaining in situ as she placed it blindly onto the table next to her. Then she used the same hand to reach up, fingers curling around the nape of my neck.

Next thing, we were kissing.

The kiss started off all tentative, several quick pecks at one another's lips, expeditionary, exploratory, testing each other until the dam burst and our mouths opened.

Jean moaned into my open mouth, gasping when our tongues slid and writhed, dancing in a serpentine whirl.

The kiss smashed my inhibitions. It was the signal I'd needed from my aunt and I ran my hands over the front of her blouse, squeezing her breasts through her clothing and bra.

My aunt squirmed, her legs going wider, pelvis rising as she thrust her groin against the palm of my other hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Carl," the woman mumbled, her eyes glazed while she stared up at me, her expression all surprised and wondering.

I knew how she felt; I was amazed and stunned too. But that sensation was by far outweighed by the desire surging through me. I was kissing my aunt and kneading those big boobs while the woman I'd coveted for weeks was returning my kisses, writhing on the sofa, soft mewls and whimpers coming out of her. I could feel the heat coming through her underwear, the material squidgy against Jean's pussy.

"Aunt Jean," I mumbled, pulling away from the latest tussle of our lips and tongues.

She winced, nose wrinkling, her eyes blazing with lust as she offered me a devilish smirk and said, "Call me Aunty Jean, Carl ... It gets me so bloody turned on. I know we shouldn't be doing this..."

My aunt wriggled and groaned, eyes closing while her jaw hung slack. I had my fingers well wedged into the crease of her pussy, her knickers sodden.

"...And I know it's wrong to kiss my nephew," she continued, when the spasm passed. "But it's so dirty, Carl. It's so fucking wicked. And I can't stop myself."

Jean gasped and gaped at me, her expression all wide-mouthed delight when my fingers squirmed and pushed her underwear harder against her cleft.

"Call me Aunty Jean, Carl. I want to hear you say it while I wank your cock."

"Oh, shit," I muttered when my aunt sat up abruptly. Both feet went to the floor and she swivelled towards me, her back straight, hands going to the buckle on my belt.

I stared down at her fingers working at the buckle and then the button. I lifted my arse off the seat so she could ease my jeans to my knees. Then my aunt's hand slid into the fly of my boxers, her fingers finding the rigid tumescence within.

"Bloody hell, Carl," she gasped, enthused by the discovery. "You've grown into a big lad."

And then I moaned because she'd brought my cock out through the gap in my underwear and wrapped her lips around the bulging dome.

"Jean," I gasped.

"Aunty Jean," she corrected, her hand cranking at me as she turned to deliver the correction face-to-face.

Oh, that look she gave me!

Desire surged.

"Aunty Jean," I groaned. "Is this really happening?"

My aunt's hand continued milking me as she nodded and breathed, "Oh yes, Carl."

An eyelid dropped onto Jean's cheek as she delivered a salacious wink.

"I'm wanking your cock. I'm tugging my nephew's lovely big cock ... And now I'm going to suck it again."

that was an excerpt from Beautiful Aunty Jean, the full story is here: click
 
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This is a special mother/son fantasy of mine.

My mother is an intelligent business woman who shows a nearly uncontrollable, independent personality. She often intimidates others around her. However, she secretly desires for some man to dominate and control her sexually. As her son, I only knew this becasue when I was younger I snooped in my parent's room and read her diary. All the depraved fantasies she wrote down but was too timid to ask for.

Over the years, I went to school, graduated early, and got a job at my mother's company. To her surprise, I was offered the position of the company vice-president over her. Mom had been working for there for many years, and she was anything but happy for being passed over by her own son. Not really mad at me, but at the higher ups.

In the middle of the workday, I call my mother to my private office to offer her a deal. To her surprise, I offer to share the title of associate VP with her, this lavish office, the pay, and the power in the company on a special condition. That is to be my submissive fuck toy. She's taken by surprise by my boldness and tries to act offended. Walking out from behind the desk, I reveal that I know the secrets she's written in her diary. I read them all. To be held down, hair pulled, slapped, throat fucked, and taken; but no man has ever been brave enough to try taming her.

I reason that in this deal she gets everything she ever wanted. She just has to submit to her son. I then boldly pull out my semi-hard cock. Her eyes go wide as she sees it's nearly as thick as her wrist. All Mom has to do to seal the deal is to drop to her knees and suck my cock in my office. Before she can answer, I put my dick back in my pants and sit behind the desk. I tell her that she doesn't need to decide now. I give her 24 hours to make her choice, and in a commanding tone dismiss her from this private meeting.

After work, I go out to find an older woman who looks a bit like my mother. I seduce her and get her to suck me off. I take a few pictures with my phone of this attractive woman with her lips around my fat dick and text them to my mother's phone that same night. She can see the look of lust in the woman's eyes as she tends to this hung shaft with her wet mouth. The next day, I wait to see how my mother responds to my offer.
 
This is a special mother/son fantasy of mine.

My mother is an intelligent business woman who shows a nearly uncontrollable, independent personality. She often intimidates others around her. However, she secretly desires for some man to dominate and control her sexually. As her son, I only knew this becasue when I was younger I snooped in my parent's room and read her diary. All the depraved fantasies she wrote down but was too timid to ask for.

Over the years, I went to school, graduated early, and got a job at my mother's company. To her surprise, I was offered the position of the company vice-president over her. Mom had been working for there for many years, and she was anything but happy for being passed over by her own son. Not really mad at me, but at the higher ups.

In the middle of the workday, I call my mother to my private office to offer her a deal. To her surprise, I offer to share the title of associate VP with her, this lavish office, the pay, and the power in the company on a special condition. That is to be my submissive fuck toy. She's taken by surprise by my boldness and tries to act offended. Walking out from behind the desk, I reveal that I know the secrets she's written in her diary. I read them all. To be held down, hair pulled, slapped, throat fucked, and taken; but no man has ever been brave enough to try taming her.

I reason that in this deal she gets everything she ever wanted. She just has to submit to her son. I then boldly pull out my semi-hard cock. Her eyes go wide as she sees it's nearly as thick as her wrist. All Mom has to do to seal the deal is to drop to her knees and suck my cock in my office. Before she can answer, I put my dick back in my pants and sit behind the desk. I tell her that she doesNnn't need to decide now. I give her 24 hours to make her choice, and in a commanding tone dismiss her from this private meeting.

After work, I go out to find an older woman who looks a bit like my mother. I seduce her and get her to suck me off. I take a few pictures with my phone of this attractive woman with her lips around my fat dick and text them to my mother's phone that same night. She can see the look of lust in the woman's eyes as she tends to this hung shaft with her wet mouth. The next day, I wait to see how my mother responds to my offer.

waiting for chapter 2 :D
 
Glad you enjoyed it. I've never really intended it as a continued story. I normally use that as a roleplay scenario or masterbation fodder. I have roleplayed that scene out once before, and it got pretty wild. It ended up with me bending her over my desk and fucking her hard while she tried to sign the contracts to make it official.

I enjoy having my fantasies to be a little beyond the norm and with twists. I could share more, if you'd like. I love talking about the details of fantasies.
 
Glad you enjoyed it. I've never really intended it as a continued story. I normally use that as a roleplay scenario or masterbation fodder. I have roleplayed that scene out once before, and it got pretty wild. It ended up with me bending her over my desk and fucking her hard while she tried to sign the contracts to make it official.

I enjoy having my fantasies to be a little beyond the norm and with twists. I could share more, if you'd like. I love talking about the details of fantasies.

do you mind if i use that scene as a template for a submission (no pun) on lit?
 
here's the intro to the scene mentioned above:

Prologue

What I did was an abuse of trust, a gross invasion of privacy, of course it was, but after doing it once, and following the discovery I made, I went back a few more times. The thrill of it stayed with me for years.

We lived in the big house at the time. That’s what we call it now so much has changed. Whenever there’s a family get-together, Christmas or a wedding and the like, it’s always, “Oh, it was when we lived in the big house, blah-blah-blah…”

These days they’re divorced and we’ve flown the nest. The big house has long been sold. Mum lives in a smart two-bedroom apartment that cost close to a million while my father runs a dive school in Thailand. My older sister lives in Canada and the younger is slogging her way through the ranks in the Metropolitan Police.

When it happened I was between my first and second years at university. I was at home and had nothing to do. Nobody else was in: parents and one sister at work, the other sister in school. Where the actual idea came from, I don’t know, but there I was, heart hammering, a delicious tickle of anticipation mixing it up in the pit of my stomach.

It seems, now that I think back to that quiet suburban afternoon, I somehow knew I would find something. I could be wrong, though – it might be that I’m mixing the excitement of subsequent incursions into that room with the anxiety of the initial foray. If I did have some inkling of the discovery to come, I certainly didn’t imagine anything as life-changing as the actuality.

I paused and almost turned back, some innate morality putting the brakes on. The feeling was short-lived, however, with the prospect of discovering a stash of porn tugging at me. It had occurred to me to take a look at my sisters’ bedrooms, but the likelihood of anything interesting was scant, dad was a far more obvious candidate.

So, pushing the reticence aside, I walked in.

The shock hit me like a punch. I could see the words but didn’t have the capacity to take in their meaning. Not after flicking the book open to a random page and reading a few paragraphs.

It was nothing much to look at: an A4 Moleskine, black, pristine condition I found in a shoebox at the back of the wardrobe. I almost ignored it, assuming there would be nothing of interest inside, but when I slipped the elastic off the cover and started to read my reality slewed.

Boggling, I settled down onto the carpet, tortured muscles in my thigh’s screaming for mercy, the pain a vague notion at the back of my mind since I was so caught up by my find.

“Jesus,” I muttered, with an odd mix of emotions inside me.

There was disbelief that my mother could have written it. To think of her harbouring such thoughts was ridiculous. She was my <i>mother</i>: intelligent, highly independent and often intimidating personality. The woman who had penned these dark desires couldn’t possibly be reconciled against her. The balance sheet didn’t add up.

The things she described, that she so obviously yearned for, went against nearly everything she put out there in public. I never would have dreamt it, not even later on in life when I had some experiences to use as a gauge. She hid it well, went about her business and kept it all secret, her outward demeanour giving no clue to the tempest within.

As I calmed and the shock slowly wore away, another feeling slithered into my consciousness. Along with the inevitable surprise I also experienced a dark slide of arousal. I read on, gulping, eyes wide while I soaked up each lewd revelation, the tingle of an illicit erection blossoming into a full-blown need to masturbate.

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anyone interested in more?
 
I've always loved lesbian sisters. Since I've had some experiences with my own lesbian sister. Any one know of some good sister on sister stories or video's?
 
I have so many fantasies about incest but almost none of them are with my real family members. I love to hear of people's actual encounters though, please feel free to share with me :D
 
I have so many fantasies about incest but almost none of them are with my real family members. I love to hear of people's actual encounters though, please feel free to share with me :D

Hot! I like to sniff my sis panties and cum in them and leave them for her
 
I thought I'd take the opportunity to share another incest fantasy I have.

In this one, I'm a male, stud slave of a gorgeous older woman, Claire. In fact, she's a former college professor of mine. She's originally a Brazillian native who moved to the US when she was young. Her body has a natural tan, the tone of a woman who exercised on the regular, stunning eyes, and what could only be described as a "perfect ass". Our sexual trysts had always been wet, agressive, and she was never shy about how she enjoyed the impressive girth of my cock. She was also my first experience with bareback sex. Claire liked to say she took my true virginity, though I had fucked plenty of girls before her. Her sexual hunger and aggressiveness was so refreshing from the more timid girls my own age. Now, she's my mistress, and I'm one of her many sexual pets.

I've done whatever she's asked of me. My tasks have ranged from either fucking her, her other slave girls during her 'special' parties, or random women she's requested me to seduce and film myself fucking for her later enjoyment.

One day, Claire calls me in to fuck an older married woman. She's already bound and propped up in a sex swing, hanging mid-air in the bent over position and legs wide open. She is however facing away from me. I can only see her long blond hair from behind, and I can tell she's wearing a ball gag from the sounds she's making. Her body is fit with well toned legs and ass. The body of a runner. I can also see a set of nice C-Cup tits hanging freely. Claire tells me that this slave of her's is trying to get pregnant with her husband, but he can't deliver. This woman begged Mistress Claire to find someone to get her pregnant. So, my mistress selected me to seed her as reward for my faithful service.

Only rule is that I can't look at her face on the chance I may know her, which was a request from this woman. Claire whispers in my ear, "Make the whore scream.". I obey and fuck this mature pussy with reckless abandon. From the feel of her cunt and her muffled moans, I can tell she's enjoying herself. I know how aroused Claire is by dirty talk, so I hardly ever cease my slew of verbal taunts to this married slut. Mistress watches on the nearby bed and masterbates furiously as I fuck and seed inside this anonymous woman's fertile hole four times before I finally stop. We're both dripping in sweat and sexual fluids, and my cock is sore from the pounding it delivered. I know I'll be feeling this tomorrow, and this whore will probably be walking funny for a week. I slowly withdraw from my partner's still twitching quim. Admiring my handy work, I see her smacked red butt cheeks and the slobbering, gapping pussy that is leaking a mixture of her own juices and my thick jism on the floor. You can even see the pink hue between her thighs from where my firm hips repeatedly smashed into her spread open legs.

Claire walks over to take in this same view, then licks my shaft and balls clean, with the same dedication of a mother cat cleaning her kittens. She tells me if that didn't get the bitch knocked up, then nothing will. She then sends me on my way to shower and go home.

While I'm gone, Claire un-gags my mother and removes the blond wig from her short brunette hair. I have no idea that I just repeatedly inseminated my mother, but she knew it was me when she heard my voice after I walked in. Everything Claire had said was true. Mom was looking to get pregnant and asked my mistress, who was also her's, to find her an appropriate doner. She just never knew her son would be selected. Now that she's ungagged, Claire pushes my mother's mouth to her soaking pussy to show her appreciation. She says, "He'll never have to know he bred his slut mother if you don't say anything."

So, how do you like this story?
 
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