The "New and Improved" Incest Thread!

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I must say, although I have not yet been lucky to have my fantasies materialize, I would love to fuck at least 2 of my family members! xD
 
Fantasy Vs Reality

My Partner and I have used family sex fantasies extensively in our role play. It is one of the taboo topics that we love to use to push things to the next level of wickedness. For us, the rush doesn't come from the thought of loving sex with a family member, it comes from being as perverse and wicked as we can imagine.

I'm not certain either of us could handle it happening in reality. Although we have talked about the moral dilemma we would face if we were to meet someone who was having family sex and invited us to join in. Which one of us would rationalize that we were doing no harm and encourage the other to give in and join in.

Your thoughts?
 
relatives with fabulous racks

I've had a major fantasy of having a good old rock sexual time with my aunt, 2 first cousins and a second cousin. All four of them have superior racks that I would love to get a hold of :)
 
Weigh the excitement against the eventually mental fatigue it brings.

Couldn't agree more. Some times there's the struggle of sexual physical pleasure with sexual mental pleasure. When you get over the hump (pardon the pun), it can be magical.
 
I have had several fetish oriented chats with a woman or two into mother/son or aunt/nephew scenes. Even a r/l chat with a woman whose son was masturbating into her lingerie and it secretly turned her on.
 
anybody interested in giving me some ideas as to where i can take something i'm working on?

pm me if you are.

here's an excerpt:

Tony pauses, standing in the bathroom to suck air in deep through his nose. The need to touch himself is close to overwhelming; he’s trembling with the frustration of it. It was close that time, so fucking close! Every time he hugs his mother it gets worse: the heat coming off her body; her scent; her tits squashed up against him as his cock throbs with yearning, pre-cum dribbling into his underwear while he struggles to resist the urge to simply rip the blouse off her.

It’s a battle with his own will to not yank her head back by her hair so he can kiss her uptilted mouth.

Tony wants to kiss his mother’s mouth and free her breasts so he can kiss those beauties too. He can still see the elongated teats, her nipples thick in the saucer-sized areola when she allowed Johnno to fuck into her from behind.

God, but wouldn’t it be so fucking sweet to hold his mother’s swaying boobs while screwing his cock into her?

They’re a nightly occurrence now, the fantasies. Tony lies in his bed and masturbates, tugging hard while his mind conjures up all manner of lewdness. It even happens during the day. Tony, in the seat of the fork-lift truck, waiting for a driver to reverse up against the unloading bay, will find himself drifting off, scenes of his mother’s lips pursed around the bell-end of his hard-on distracting him from the job.

He sighs and leans over the tub, twisting the taps so water cascades in a heavy single flow. He drizzles in some of his mother’s “smelly oil”, the scent of lavender wafting up. The lighter in the cabinet refuses to play, sparking but not igniting, the little wheel grinding under Tony’s thumb while the candles remain unlit. There’s probably another in his mother’s bedroom, so he goes in search, and that’s when he finds it.

He isn’t snooping. Tony isn’t spying; he didn’t go into her boudoir with any nefarious intentions. Not that it hasn’t crossed his mind to sift through her personal stuff before, but so far it’s simply been a matter of being able to stop himself from doing so.

He enters her room, meaning to get in and look for a lighter amongst the lotions and potions on the dressing table. And he almost manages it, finding a green plastic disposable, not on the dressing table where all manner of bottles and squeezy tubes lay like battlefield casualties, but on her bedside cabinet.

The cabinet, about two feet tall, is a three-drawer affair in dark wood, with a paperback book, an angle-poise lamp, a candle and the lighter on top.

The top drawer is open, and when Tony approaches, intent on the lighter, that’s when he sees the moulded latex length of the dildo nestled inside.

There’s an odd hitch in his chest as his breath catches and something pulses deep and visceral. He experiences a primal tug at his vitals, a yawing, aching void opening in his guts.

It’s lust.

Tony moans and paws at the front of his jeans. Unaware he’s made the sound he stands and stares down at his mother’s sex toy, images of her sprawled on the very bed he’s standing alongside, her body bare, one hand stuffing the length of that rubber cock into her opening.

It’s the sound of running water filtering into his consciousness that snaps Tony out of his reverie.

“Shit,” he hisses, remembering the bath, the need to check the level of the water temporarily usurping the mind-reel of incestuous vulgarity.

He’s still clutching the lighter as he sits on the edge of the bath, the occasional plink of water dropping from the now closed taps.

“Fucking hell,” Tony mutters to himself, a trembling hand holding the lighter as, one by one, he lights the candles.

He needs a beer … Fuck, he needs two, probably three, but he somehow manages to calm himself down, checking the effect of his handiwork, pleased at the relaxing ambience he’s created for his mother.

As he turns his back on the bubbles and lavender, Tony wonders if she’ll close the door fully during her bath. Or is there just a hope his mother might leave it slightly ajar?

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mom boobs are better

I've had a major fantasy of having a good old rock sexual time with my aunt, 2 first cousins and a second cousin. All four of them have superior racks that I would love to get a hold of :)

I held my mom's rack on a few occasions. It was better than I imagined. :devil:
 
That actually sounds sweet.
She loved it much as me. The first time was accidental to stop from running into her. I quickly found ways to brush against her and we both played that game till that day when she didn't care to wear bra. I massaged them and she moaned into her pillow.
 
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