The "New and Improved" Incest Thread!

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:rolleyes: Seriously? Do the maths. From early in the morning to late at night 11pm...?
THAT'd be something llike 15 or 16 hours non stop.

Not even in Arkansas.
Early in the morning for me is like 1, cause my first class isn't even until 3 and I usually wake up about 2 or 2:30 and don't go to sleep until like 3 or 4am
 
Early in the morning for me is like 1, cause my first class isn't even until 3 and I usually wake up about 2 or 2:30 and don't go to sleep until like 3 or 4am

Yeah, right. Now pull the other one.

That's still 10 hours. He would be in hospital with lockjaw and you wouldn't walk for the next two weeks.

I've had a look at all the threads you have started in recent times. I'm not quite sure who or what you are, but Barry the 50something year old potato farmer from Idaho springs to mind.

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I have no clue whats going on here lol. But hi, new user, bro/sis incest....lol yep

Have you had any experiences or is this something you are interested in?

If you have had some experiences, please share with us. If not then enjoy everyone elses stories.
 
I just joined the forum but I've been on Lit for a while. I've read thousands of stories in the incest category. I'm sure a lot of us have. My favorites are those that feature mother+father+son/daughter threesomes, or mother+son+daughter and father+daughter+son. So, I saw a guy post a few pages ago that he wanted a threesome with his mother and grandmother. No one seems to have jumped on him so I figure it would be ok to share my own fantasy. So... I've been attracted to my parents for years. Aroused, turned on, bonered... you get the idea. They have always been the focus of my real-life incest fantasies. Just the thought of being naked with them turns me on a lot. I've fantasized about getting in bed with them and doing everything except for intercourse. I'd rather leave that to them, but as for everything else... touching them, giving them oral, kissing and licking them all over and making them cum... I've imagined and beat off to all of that. I've also wanted to just lay there and get myself off while they have sex next to me. I could write a decent-sized story about what I'd like to happen with them.

I don't have an actual experience to share because nothing has happened (not yet anyway). I've had hard-ons when visiting them that I haven't exactly tried to hide, but they haven't noticed. I don't think they have any idea how aroused I am by them. I've thought of just telling them but I'm not sure how they'd react. It could either turn out very well or very badly for me. Though I like reading everyone else's stories and experiences, I'd really like to have an actual experience of my own. If it doesn't happen then the fantasy will have to do.
 
<i>Prologue</i>

Jason strips as the bath fills. He’s already hard, his fist slowly working at the length of himself. He can’t help it, and despite knowing it’s the wrong thing to do his mind calls up the image of her in that bikini.

Jason groans and winces, the taps flowing as he cranks at his cock, the memory of her slender body coming back to him. She was just so lovely that afternoon by the pool. If anything the tiny triangles of cloth over her little breasts only made him desire her more. The string fastenings on each hip needed but a simple tug to loosen the bow…

How sweet it would have been to see that scrap of cloth fall away.

He works at himself, seeing in his mind’s eye the taut, unblemished plain of her tummy and the expanse of pale skin, her body as yet un-kissed by the sun. Jason moans again, imagining her pussy all bare, her nipples exposed.

It’s so good tugging his root while holding those thoughts inside his head. He’s close to coming but holds it off, supressing the surge so he can prolong the exquisite agony. If he can just get it right, Jason knows he can take himself to the edge of that abyss without tipping over the precipice. It’s not an easy feat, but, if he concentrates, he’ll be able to keep it all in until, after hours of self-denial, later on, in bed, he’ll let it go and squirt jizm all over his fantasy.

The heavy drag of carnal longing yaws in his guts. Jason’s hand works faster and faster. The water is still cascading into the bath, the heavy rush of it in his ears – or is that his head buzzing with delirious delight as he gulps and mumbles a loose litany of random obscenities?

He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the full-length mirror. Jason sees the wall-eyed maniac masturbating, his cock all swollen and purple, the terrible appendage a bludgeon, a medieval instrument of torture.

“Oh, fuck,” Jason sobs. He can’t hold back. There’s no way he can dam the outpouring.

The first spurt flicks from the eye of his cock, an arc of jizm that shoots out of Jason like silly-string from a can. He grunts, chest heaving, convulsions wracking him when the second and third bursts jet forth.

“You dirty fucker,” Jason hears. “That’s so fucking nasty to watch.”

The stuff is still pumping out of him as he turns to confront the unbelievable sight of her standing with her back against the door.


(okay, who is it who's walked in on him?

6800 words done on it so far)
 
Jennifer sits with her feet in the cool water. It’s just on the gloaming, normally her favourite time of the day at the villa, the twenty minutes or so as the heat of the afternoon cools to violet evening she usually takes to herself, a time to enjoy an illicit cigarette and the first vodka and Coke of the night.

She sits there and sucks the smoke deep, her mind in turmoil while the pool filter gurgles and sucks chlorinated water through its mechanical innards.

Jennifer’s thoughts tumble and collide. There are so many questions inside her head she can’t focus on a single one at a time. Her monkey mind jabbers and jumps while emotions seethe in her guts.

She doesn’t want it to be true. It <i>can’t</i> be true. It’s unbelievable. She has to be mistaken.

Jennifer takes another drag and blows smoke towards the ever darkening sky. It’s supposed to be a holiday. She’s meant to be letting go of the worries, leaving the workaday cares behind. Jennifer is supposed to be relaxing. But how can she relax when there’s this … this … this <i>suspicion</i>?

And that’s all it is – suspicion. She doesn’t <i>know</i> anything. There’s no proof, no evidence, just an inkling of something not quite right. Vague misgivings.

She lifts the glass to take a sip and is surprised to find it empty except for several rapidly diminishing ice cubes and a crescent of lime.

“Another?” Jennifer hears behind her.

She turns, swivelling at the waist, a hand going to the tiles, the cigarette burning between her fingers.

“Smoking?” the vague outline asks.

“Just one,” Jennifer replies, recognising her sister Angelique. “Honest.”

There’s a pause before the shadow shrugs. “I know how it is,” says Angelique. “I stopped too, remember. Anyway,” she adds, “another drink?”

Jennifer shakes her head. “No thanks. Not yet. In a minute, perhaps.”

The shadow detaches itself from the dark and Angelique joins her sister, sitting on the tiles after kicking off her flip-flops. “I can see why you do this,” she says, taking the cigarette from Jennifer’s fingers but meaning sitting by the pool as night comes down. “It’s gorgeous out here now.” Angelique sucks in the smoke and lets it out on a sigh. “Damn I miss smoking,” she breathes.

Jennifer doesn’t reply. Instead she places her empty glass down and slides an ashtray fashioned from a shell towards her sister.

“Are you all right, Jen?” asks Angelique. “You seem out of sorts. A little moody, if you don’t mind me saying.”

How is she supposed to respond to that? She can hardly vocalise what’s on her mind. It’s too huge to contemplate. Jennifer shivers in a prickle of goosebumps – The consequences if she’s right…

“I’m fine, Angel,” she says, although her tone plainly suggests otherwise.

Angelique looks at her askance. She says nothing, just eyes her sister while taking one final drag.

“Well, okay,” Angelique shrugs. She crushes the stub into the scalloped bowl of the shell and places a hand on Jennifer’s shoulder. “But, just remember I’m your sister … All right,, you might be the eldest, but I’m here If you need to talk about anything.”

Emotion climbs into Jennifer’s throat. Tears prick behind her eyes. “Thanks, Angel,” she says, her voice catching. “I’m all right … Honest … It’s probably my age,” she adds, a brittle little laugh coming out of her. “I’ll be in in a minute.” Jennifer hands Angelique her glass. “If you could pour me another…?”

Angelique stands and takes the glass. She appears to be on the verge of saying something, probably something about her sister’s divorce. Her mouth opens, but then she seems to reconsider. “Okay,” nods Angelique. “I’ll pour you a large one, eh, sis?”
 
Okay, I'll play

Before I could stop myself, I dropped to my knees and putting my eye to the small hole, whispered, “Oh, goddamn.”

Sammi was lying on her bed on top of the sheets and was completely naked. Her long sandy brown hair was fanned around her head and her eyes were closed. Her full lips parted and she released another moan as she teased the silver vibrator in her hand across her nipple. I swallowed hard as she arched her back, pushing her large tits out even further, and brought the toy to her other nipple.

As good as that looked I took a moment to take in the rest of her. Sammi’s long legs were stretched out, and starting at her red toe nails, I let my eyes wander along the length of my sister’s amazing body. Like our father, Sammi had an olive complexion and in the light of the candles she had lit on her night stand her skin appeared to glow. My eyes wandered up her soft flat stomach lingering on the silver pendent that dangled from her naval. At the sound of another sound of pleasure, I returned my gaze to her tits to see she was now rolling one of her dark nipples between her fingers.

Her long red nails teased her erect nipple and speaking of erect, my cock was hard and throbbing between my legs. Sammi began trailing the vibrator down her stomach and just as it passed her naval, spread her legs open. Damn! I wished her bed faced the other way so I could see her pussy! Sammi lifted the vibrator at an angle and gasped as she pressed it between her legs. The gasp was followed by a soft whimper that caused my cock to twitch and reaching down, I grabbed it and had to stifle a whimper of my own as it jumped in my hand.

Sammi slid the vibrator up and down and I imagined her sliding it between her wet lips. She angled her wrist; spread her legs wider and moaned loudly s the vibrator disappeared between her soft thighs. She started to work her arm back and forth, fucking herself with the slim toy and I began pumping my cock, envisioning my fist as her hot pussy. Sammi was breathing hard and I noticed a thin sheen of sweat on her stomach as she continued to fuck herself with the vibrator.

I licked my lips at the image of trailing my tongue along her sweaty flesh and down into the wet slit between those gorgeous legs. Sammi started lifting her hips off the bed, gasping each time as she thrust the vibrator into her.

I began pumping my cock harder and breathing pretty heavy myself as I knelt there like a pervert, watching my sister play with herself. Sammi’s hand left her tit and dropped out of sight. When it reappeared she was holding a smaller pink vibrator and the humming grew louder as she switched it on.
She quickly placed that one at the top of her pussy and immediately began moving her hips faster.

She was bucking them so hard her tits were beginning to shake back and forth and my gaze switched from her beautiful jiggling tits back to her busy hands. My own hand was moving faster and I could feel myself starting to get close. Apparently I wasn’t the only one as Sammi started releasing high pitched whimpers and was now moving the small vibrator in a circular motion across her clit.

“Oh,” she moaned, “Oh yes, keep licking!”

I felt my cock starting to twitch at the sound of her words and began pumping it even harder.

“Yes honey,” Sammi purred, “That’s it, lick my pussy, I….”

Sammi’s words were cut off by a squeal that was followed by a series of sharp yelps as she came. Her hips were moving even faster and as good as her hands looked; I tore my gaze away to look at her face. Her cheeks were covered in sweat and her mouth wide open as she emitted another loud moan. Her eyes were closed and as she continued to squirm on the bed I saw a smile appear on her lips as she released a long loud moan.

A shudder went through her body and she slumped on the bed gasping. As I watched, still pounding my cock, Sammi removed the silver vibrator from inside her and with no hesitation stuck it in her mouth and started sucking on it. That sent me over the edge and I had to bite back a moan as my cock exploded in my hand. I pumped it furiously as several huge spurts of cum squirted out of the tip and all over the door.
 
I can't believe how many people think about this! Makes me feel better about it.

Been dying to tell someone about this for years, My thoughts started when I was younger and still living at home, I went for a shower and found a pair of panties on the bathroom floor, I have sisters aswell but I'm fairly sure they were my moms, they were black and had a white streak at the gusset, it was crusty and for some reason I don't know why but I sniffed it and it smelt so damn good, I tried the panties on and then took them off and sniffed them until I ejaculated into the basin.

I have never actually had fantasies about fucking any family member, but when I used to babysit for my aunti and uncle I would regularly wait until my cousins were asleep and rake through the dirty laundry for my aunties soiled pants aswell.

My heart is racing just thinking about it
 
I have never actually had fantasies about fucking any family member, but when I used to babysit for my aunti and uncle I would regularly wait until my cousins were asleep and rake through the dirty laundry for my aunties soiled pants aswell.

My heart is racing just thinking about it

The best sex I have ever had was with my cousin. I nearly always fantasize about her when I masturbate. She has a daughter in her 20's who has developed into a beautiful woman, very tiny like her mother and blessed with a lot of intelligence and personality. I fantasize now and then about how wonderful a threesome with both of them would be but I am pretty sure that neither would approve of my even thinking about such a thing. The first time I ever really felt old was when the daughter commented about how "old men" (looking at me) always seem to have hair growing out of their ears... I am more careful about trimming that hair now especially when I visit them.
 
The best sex I have ever had was with my cousin. I nearly always fantasize about her when I masturbate. She has a daughter in her 20's who has developed into a beautiful woman, very tiny like her mother and blessed with a lot of intelligence and personality. I fantasize now and then about how wonderful a threesome with both of them would be but I am pretty sure that neither would approve of my even thinking about such a thing. The first time I ever really felt old was when the daughter commented about how "old men" (looking at me) always seem to have hair growing out of their ears... I am more careful about trimming that hair now especially when I visit them.

In the UK it is not classed as incest to have sex with a cousin of any degree (and indeed, marriage between cousins is permitted - most of the royal families in Europe would have disappeared long ago if this were not so), with the exception that sex with a cousin of under-18 who is living in the same household is illegal. (The normal age of consent in other situations is 16.)
 
I've harbored oedipal fantasies since I watched Jill Clayburgh in La Luna when I was fifteen. However, I've never fantasized about a family member. I would picture someone else and pretend they were a blood relative. I have done incest role play. I tend to date women old enough to be my mother if my mother started having babies in high school.

In real life there was one instance where I suspected a mother and son were on the verge of crossing that line. The son was in his forties and had separated from his wife. He moved back into his mother's house with his two young children. His mother was past retirement age and she took on the role of raising her two grand kids. My girlfriend at the time was a second cousin to the guy's mother. When she would visit she would stay in the son's bedroom and he would sleep on the sofa in the tv room. Later she confided that when she woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom the son was not sleeping in the tv room. Instead, he was sharing his mother's bed. She also told me he would take a shower in the mornings while his mother was in the bathroom putting on her makeup. This caused me to take notice when I visited them with my gf. The forty something son and his sixty something mother had a relationship that resembled a husband and wife's. They were living in the same home and raising his two young kids together. She wouldn't date. Once, during Christmas, I was there when the son's wife visited. The two of them were sitting on the sofa together and the mother's jealousy was palpable. It wasn't typical of a mother who simply no longer approved of her son's wife. Her expressions and body language indicated jealousy. The mother had been married and divorced four times.

In my stories I try to come up with realistic scenarios which would lead to people crossing the line. That interests me. Sometimes the characters can be a bit creepy but that doesn't really bother me. Crossing that line is a bit creepy to say the least.
 
Good evening!

I Can't stop thinking about this now, many situations going through my head. Thinking back again when I was younger, my mother used to walk around the house naked in the morning and always had a full bush, I wonder if this is why a full unshaven mature women is one of my fantasies.

What is going on!
 
now that is sexy you'll need to update us as more might happen
I love my mother in law, she is the most erotic and exotic woman I know. I love to play with her, we do not engage in intercourse, but petting, kissing and fondling are all on the table. I get off every time we are together and so does she; it is so hot to do this with her.
 
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