NippleFreak
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Fantasies are totally harmless and healthy, IHMO. Don't feel guilty for any of them, please!
Acting on fantasies and finding them even better in practice is even better.
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Acting on fantasies and finding them even better in practice is even better.
wishywashy
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I'm just the opposite and still hav sex with her often when ever she is free.
kinkydreams667
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Fucking Pop-Son, Mom and Daughter Together
Hi folks
How many guys have fucked mom and her daughter, and how many ladies have fucked pop and son eparately or/and together?
Lets share some hot stuff here..
Hi folks
How many guys have fucked mom and her daughter, and how many ladies have fucked pop and son eparately or/and together?
Lets share some hot stuff here..
Holley
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I need
I normally do not say anything negative about someone's post. If I don't have something good to say, I say nothing. But the fact that you want to get pregnant by your son must really bother me, I think you need to rethink what your saying maybe use one of his friends to help you out.
Past that I think most men on here will agree, you don't have to dress provincially to be sexy, sexy comes from the inside, dress nice and look good.
When was the last time the two of you have given each other a good hug. I hug my stepson all the time, and he comes and hugs me.
When was the last time you kissed your son on the lips. My stepson kisses me on the lips often.
Ok I said it don't bash me too bad. I just think she want s sex for the wrong reasons.
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not yet
Some hot fantasies there...
Some hot fantasies there...
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I agree, there is no need for guilt or apologies to anyone for exploring fantasies or realities of curiosities we all felt when younger or possibly still feel. I explored those feelings when young with siblings and cousins, my husband did the same with cousins and aunts. We feel it has helped us lead an open and honest life with each other and those around us.
No guilt at all here and no reason to apologize for past, present or future explorations.
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So, what started your journey as their sex slave?
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Your such a little slut Will. How did this start? I bet u you used to sneak and watch ur mom n dad fuck as well
Your such a little slut Will. How did this start? I bet u you used to sneak and watch ur mom n dad fuck as well
UCanBLeafinMe
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I'd voice an opinion on this response when someone corrects the grammar. Is this poster under 18?
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You and I are on the same page. I love incest fantasy.
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My younger sister Renee and I had an affair when we were (just barely) young adults. I won't go into ages and all that. We had attended high school together, one grade apart, and are very close in age (15 months apart.) When we were still in school we were very close, but never had any romantic relationship per se. We did hug a lot, and kissed on the lips, but it was more like a peck than a real kiss.
She was still living with our mother, but I was out on my own. We began our relationship while very intoxicated after a party. I had a lot of guilt, especially the next morning when I was super hung over. We didn't talk about it at all the first day (she avoided me.) But a couple of days later, still feeling overwrought with guilt, I tried to apologize to her. To my enormous surprise, she said she had been avoiding me because she felt responsible, and she thought that I would think she was a disgusting slut, etc. Of course, I told her I didn't think that at all. She said she had often thought about me when she was masturbating (she actually said, "When I, uh. . .you know." and sort of gestured towards her vagina) and had wished I would show her more affection. She told me she fantasized about passionate kisses. Well, that did it--I gave her a passionate kiss right then and there and we wound up in bed again within ten minutes.
Our biggest problem was that she lived with our mother (she was attending a local college) and I had two roommates. We couldn't afford to rent motel rooms, so we made love in my car several times. She had a boyfriend with whom she was not having sex, but after we started, she started sleeping with him, too. We never used a condom with each other, but we did with other partners.
And then she got pregnant.
She insisted it had to be the boyfriend's baby. She counted days, and what days she and I were together, and decided it was his. I don't know for sure. I just took her word for it. She kept track on a calendar of her periods and made little marks for days when she had sexual intercourse (my mark was a little star.) She went to her boyfriend and told him she was pregnant with his baby, then told our mom. California and New York were the only states that had legal abortion back then, so it required a road trip for her and Mom, and they were gone five days.
When they got back, I was really, really worried about her. She was on antibiotics after the abortion. While Mom was at work, I went into her room to check on her, and she said she was fine, no pain or anything. I asked her again if the baby had been mine, and she said, "No, it was his," then she said she wasn't really sure--it could have been mine, maybe. The bizarre thing is we both became very aroused, talking about it. I kissed her tenderly, saying I was so sorry she had to go through that, and she said, "Do you want to see something really weird?" and I said yes, and she took off her shirt and bra and showed me she could squirt milk out of her breasts, actually squirt it! I was astounded. She said, "Do you want to taste it?" and I jumped at the chance. It didn't taste good, though, I think because of the antibiotics. Me nursing on her breasts put her over the top though, and she said, "Do you want to do it?" and I said wouldn't it be dangerous (because of the abortion) and she said she didn't think so. Back then they sold PhisoHex surgical soap over-the-counter in drug stores, so I went in the bathroom and washed my penis twice with Phisohex and we made love in her bed. She was so loud I thought I was hurting her, but she said no, don't stop. I felt so guilty, afterwards, and she comforted me, saying, "I wanted it too."
Mom got her birth control pills, so no more worries about getting pregnant. Mom also forbade the boyfriend from seeing Renee, so I was her only lover again.
We lived in a town close to the ocean, and both of us surfed. She had her own board, and I owned two. We would tell Mom we were going surfing, head out early in the morning, set up a tent in the dunes on the beach, make love, cook breakfast, go surfing, come back in and make love again, eat lunch, go surfing, come back in and make love again--it was like living in Paradise.
Our affair lasted several years (I don't want to say exactly how long) and it wasn't continuous. Sometimes we dated other people, but we always considered each other our "real" relationship. As time went by, though, both of us began to really understand the kinds of risks we were taking. If we got caught, I almost certainly would go to prison, maybe her too. And (despite the birth control pills) if somehow she were to become pregnant again, it would be a disaster. Neither of us wanted to think about another abortion. We made love at least once a week, usually on weekends.
We actually tried to stop a couple of times. We would go along for a while just being in love and then one or the other would say, "We have to stop." And the other one would agree. Then the next time we saw each other it would start out fine, just trying to be a regular brother and sister, but inevitably we would wind up making love. One time we did it during a party in the closet of the girl whose party it was, with twenty people out in the living room drinking and laughing and carrying on. We couldn't stop. We did try.
One weekend, I came to eat dinner with her and Mom, it got late and I decided to sleep over, on the couch. Our mother snored when she slept. It was a small apartment, and I knew Mom was asleep, so I slipped off the couch and into my sister's bedroom and woke her up. The close proximity of Mom sleeping in the other room kind of excited us both. I was sitting on the floor and she was laying on the edge of the bed. We were kissing and I sucked her nipples some, and she whispered, "We'll have to be really quiet." She got a pillow to put under her bottom and we made love on the floor, then I went back to the couch. After Mom went to work the next day, apparently none the wiser, we made love again, this time in Renee's bed and were as loud as she pleased (Renee liked to moan loudly when we made love. She told me she only did that with me, but I don't know, but she did every time we were together, including the drunken first time.) When I left, as I was going out the door, she kissed me long and deep and told me she loved me.
I dropped by to visit her a couple of days later and she was very quiet and kind of depressive. I said I needed to go buy cigarettes, and asked her to walk to the store with me. Out in the apartment parking lot, I asked her what was wrong, and she burst into tears and said, "I don't want to do this any more! We have to stop, we have to STOP." I kept asking her, over and over, "What happened? What happened? Why are you so upset?" All she would say is, "We have to stop, it's over."
I was heartbroken, of course. I gave it a couple of days, and then visited again. This time she was really adamant, and wouldn't even let me hold her. "It's OVER. We can't do it any more. You can't come over here any more unless Mom is home."
That really hurt. I told her the only way I could stand it was if I left, moved somewhere else, and she said, "If you really love me, you will leave and not come back until I say you can."
I went home. Next day, I quit my job and sold my junky old car, stored my surfboards with a friend, gave all my clothes and stuff to Salvation Army and took off hitchhiking. Later, I learned how to hop freight trains.
I didn't call home but very rarely. I was always happy and chipper on the phone with Mom, and then I'd say, "Is Renee there?" and Mom would hand her the phone and I'd ask, "Is it time yet?" and she would say, "No, not yet," and I would say, "I still love you," and she would say, "I love you too. Always."
One time after that, at night, I was riding on a trip with my Dad (whom I almost never saw) and he asked, "Have you been sleeping with your sister?" Of course, I denied it vehemently, but in that split second I knew the whole story. Mom had heard us that night at her apartment, or maybe even seen us. She called Dad, to ask what to do, and Dad said, "I'll talk to Rickie." He said, after I denied it, "It's a felony, you know. Someone who did that could get into real trouble." That was all he ever said, but the message was clear: if I hear any more about this, or find out you're still sleeping with Renee, I'll turn you in.
I think (but have never had the courage to ask her about it) that Mom must have confronted Renee, belittled her, carried on about genetic dangers and all that. I think that's why she broke it off so abruptly, and so soon after kissing me so deeply and telling me she loved me. I don't believe that Renee had any change of heart. Had Mom not discovered us, we'd probably still be involved. I would resume our relationship in a New York second. All she would have to do is give me "that look" that means "D'ya want to?"
After about a year after I went on the road, she got married. They moved into their own place. She had a couple of kids. (Her son looks a lot like me, and she has remarked on the resemblance several times, but he is definitely not mine.) Once she had kids with her husband I knew it was really over, for good. We agreed early on to never tell anyone else about our affair, and I don't think my brother-in-law knows anything about us.
This all happened years ago. I see my sister at family gatherings, and she is loving and sweet, gives me chaste hugs in front of the family, but sometimes, once in a while, if nobody's around, maybe in a back hallway, she kisses me for real. And I know. In her heart, she still loves me.
She was still living with our mother, but I was out on my own. We began our relationship while very intoxicated after a party. I had a lot of guilt, especially the next morning when I was super hung over. We didn't talk about it at all the first day (she avoided me.) But a couple of days later, still feeling overwrought with guilt, I tried to apologize to her. To my enormous surprise, she said she had been avoiding me because she felt responsible, and she thought that I would think she was a disgusting slut, etc. Of course, I told her I didn't think that at all. She said she had often thought about me when she was masturbating (she actually said, "When I, uh. . .you know." and sort of gestured towards her vagina) and had wished I would show her more affection. She told me she fantasized about passionate kisses. Well, that did it--I gave her a passionate kiss right then and there and we wound up in bed again within ten minutes.
Our biggest problem was that she lived with our mother (she was attending a local college) and I had two roommates. We couldn't afford to rent motel rooms, so we made love in my car several times. She had a boyfriend with whom she was not having sex, but after we started, she started sleeping with him, too. We never used a condom with each other, but we did with other partners.
And then she got pregnant.
She insisted it had to be the boyfriend's baby. She counted days, and what days she and I were together, and decided it was his. I don't know for sure. I just took her word for it. She kept track on a calendar of her periods and made little marks for days when she had sexual intercourse (my mark was a little star.) She went to her boyfriend and told him she was pregnant with his baby, then told our mom. California and New York were the only states that had legal abortion back then, so it required a road trip for her and Mom, and they were gone five days.
When they got back, I was really, really worried about her. She was on antibiotics after the abortion. While Mom was at work, I went into her room to check on her, and she said she was fine, no pain or anything. I asked her again if the baby had been mine, and she said, "No, it was his," then she said she wasn't really sure--it could have been mine, maybe. The bizarre thing is we both became very aroused, talking about it. I kissed her tenderly, saying I was so sorry she had to go through that, and she said, "Do you want to see something really weird?" and I said yes, and she took off her shirt and bra and showed me she could squirt milk out of her breasts, actually squirt it! I was astounded. She said, "Do you want to taste it?" and I jumped at the chance. It didn't taste good, though, I think because of the antibiotics. Me nursing on her breasts put her over the top though, and she said, "Do you want to do it?" and I said wouldn't it be dangerous (because of the abortion) and she said she didn't think so. Back then they sold PhisoHex surgical soap over-the-counter in drug stores, so I went in the bathroom and washed my penis twice with Phisohex and we made love in her bed. She was so loud I thought I was hurting her, but she said no, don't stop. I felt so guilty, afterwards, and she comforted me, saying, "I wanted it too."
Mom got her birth control pills, so no more worries about getting pregnant. Mom also forbade the boyfriend from seeing Renee, so I was her only lover again.
We lived in a town close to the ocean, and both of us surfed. She had her own board, and I owned two. We would tell Mom we were going surfing, head out early in the morning, set up a tent in the dunes on the beach, make love, cook breakfast, go surfing, come back in and make love again, eat lunch, go surfing, come back in and make love again--it was like living in Paradise.
Our affair lasted several years (I don't want to say exactly how long) and it wasn't continuous. Sometimes we dated other people, but we always considered each other our "real" relationship. As time went by, though, both of us began to really understand the kinds of risks we were taking. If we got caught, I almost certainly would go to prison, maybe her too. And (despite the birth control pills) if somehow she were to become pregnant again, it would be a disaster. Neither of us wanted to think about another abortion. We made love at least once a week, usually on weekends.
We actually tried to stop a couple of times. We would go along for a while just being in love and then one or the other would say, "We have to stop." And the other one would agree. Then the next time we saw each other it would start out fine, just trying to be a regular brother and sister, but inevitably we would wind up making love. One time we did it during a party in the closet of the girl whose party it was, with twenty people out in the living room drinking and laughing and carrying on. We couldn't stop. We did try.
One weekend, I came to eat dinner with her and Mom, it got late and I decided to sleep over, on the couch. Our mother snored when she slept. It was a small apartment, and I knew Mom was asleep, so I slipped off the couch and into my sister's bedroom and woke her up. The close proximity of Mom sleeping in the other room kind of excited us both. I was sitting on the floor and she was laying on the edge of the bed. We were kissing and I sucked her nipples some, and she whispered, "We'll have to be really quiet." She got a pillow to put under her bottom and we made love on the floor, then I went back to the couch. After Mom went to work the next day, apparently none the wiser, we made love again, this time in Renee's bed and were as loud as she pleased (Renee liked to moan loudly when we made love. She told me she only did that with me, but I don't know, but she did every time we were together, including the drunken first time.) When I left, as I was going out the door, she kissed me long and deep and told me she loved me.
I dropped by to visit her a couple of days later and she was very quiet and kind of depressive. I said I needed to go buy cigarettes, and asked her to walk to the store with me. Out in the apartment parking lot, I asked her what was wrong, and she burst into tears and said, "I don't want to do this any more! We have to stop, we have to STOP." I kept asking her, over and over, "What happened? What happened? Why are you so upset?" All she would say is, "We have to stop, it's over."
I was heartbroken, of course. I gave it a couple of days, and then visited again. This time she was really adamant, and wouldn't even let me hold her. "It's OVER. We can't do it any more. You can't come over here any more unless Mom is home."
That really hurt. I told her the only way I could stand it was if I left, moved somewhere else, and she said, "If you really love me, you will leave and not come back until I say you can."
I went home. Next day, I quit my job and sold my junky old car, stored my surfboards with a friend, gave all my clothes and stuff to Salvation Army and took off hitchhiking. Later, I learned how to hop freight trains.
I didn't call home but very rarely. I was always happy and chipper on the phone with Mom, and then I'd say, "Is Renee there?" and Mom would hand her the phone and I'd ask, "Is it time yet?" and she would say, "No, not yet," and I would say, "I still love you," and she would say, "I love you too. Always."
One time after that, at night, I was riding on a trip with my Dad (whom I almost never saw) and he asked, "Have you been sleeping with your sister?" Of course, I denied it vehemently, but in that split second I knew the whole story. Mom had heard us that night at her apartment, or maybe even seen us. She called Dad, to ask what to do, and Dad said, "I'll talk to Rickie." He said, after I denied it, "It's a felony, you know. Someone who did that could get into real trouble." That was all he ever said, but the message was clear: if I hear any more about this, or find out you're still sleeping with Renee, I'll turn you in.
I think (but have never had the courage to ask her about it) that Mom must have confronted Renee, belittled her, carried on about genetic dangers and all that. I think that's why she broke it off so abruptly, and so soon after kissing me so deeply and telling me she loved me. I don't believe that Renee had any change of heart. Had Mom not discovered us, we'd probably still be involved. I would resume our relationship in a New York second. All she would have to do is give me "that look" that means "D'ya want to?"
After about a year after I went on the road, she got married. They moved into their own place. She had a couple of kids. (Her son looks a lot like me, and she has remarked on the resemblance several times, but he is definitely not mine.) Once she had kids with her husband I knew it was really over, for good. We agreed early on to never tell anyone else about our affair, and I don't think my brother-in-law knows anything about us.
This all happened years ago. I see my sister at family gatherings, and she is loving and sweet, gives me chaste hugs in front of the family, but sometimes, once in a while, if nobody's around, maybe in a back hallway, she kisses me for real. And I know. In her heart, she still loves me.
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Grammar police
What r u the grammar police? No one fucking cares obituary minor spelling and grammar errors. They care about sex and fantasy. Get over the grammar! Yes well over 18
What r u the grammar police? No one fucking cares obituary minor spelling and grammar errors. They care about sex and fantasy. Get over the grammar! Yes well over 18
UCanBLeafinMe
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If you are, indeed, well over 18, start acting like it. Yes, this is a sexual board and fantasies are discussed, but it is very annoying when you have to run comments through the "Teen-text Speak to English" translator
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DarkPleasures
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Actually, at this erotic literature web site many do.
BrotherHobo
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LOL. Teen-speak translator. Somebody read my story, I'm dying for feedback.
UCanBLeafinMe
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My daughters are now 20 and 22, no longer teenagers, so I gave that up, until this evening
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Yep. It irks me when someone says, "This is a porn board. Why care?"
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I agree wholeheartedly. I hate it when people don't bother to punctuate or use proper spelling. Grammar might be part of a writing style, maybe, but the use of Twitterspeak, or whatever they call it, is a huge turn off for me. It just screams out "ignorance!"
I call that kind of so-called erotic writing "dimwit porn." Boring, as well as terribly written.
I also hate the use of those "porno words and phrases" like "cum", "dripping pussy" and so on. BORING. It's laziness personified. It reminds me of people who habitually use curse words and vulgarities because they have a two-hundred word vocabulary, and know very few adjectives or adverbs
What is erotic about writing, "I jammed my bone in her dripping pussy and she moaned "Ram it to me, baby." Are you kidding me? It's like something some cretinous, high-school dropout would write on the wall of a truck stop in some back-roads pimple of a town. I don't find that sort of thing interesting or erotic at all.
You know who can really write pornography? Anais Nin.
I call that kind of so-called erotic writing "dimwit porn." Boring, as well as terribly written.
I also hate the use of those "porno words and phrases" like "cum", "dripping pussy" and so on. BORING. It's laziness personified. It reminds me of people who habitually use curse words and vulgarities because they have a two-hundred word vocabulary, and know very few adjectives or adverbs
What is erotic about writing, "I jammed my bone in her dripping pussy and she moaned "Ram it to me, baby." Are you kidding me? It's like something some cretinous, high-school dropout would write on the wall of a truck stop in some back-roads pimple of a town. I don't find that sort of thing interesting or erotic at all.
You know who can really write pornography? Anais Nin.
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Have Been with Aunt,Cousin,wifes sister,brothers wife,step sister and tao sisters of mine
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