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okay, right ... *shuffle*
about those hold-ups and boater...
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Rusted halo, sitting on Jon's, with the halo that reads "Made in China"
Giggle. Hi baby bro.
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okay, it's gone 9 a.m. i better get breakfast.
i'll leave with the intro to one that'll be up soon.
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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.
That first time I managed to hold myself in check. I sucked in a deep breath and forced myself to close the book. Placing it back in its box and arranging the wardrobe as I’d found it.
I denied the yearning I felt, supressing the urge to tug my cock, my mind full of what my mother so graphically described. At first I was more disturbed and disgusted at myself, the guilt at having intruded on such a personal and so very private outpouring mixed in with the internal horror that I too could entertain dark, depraved carnal desires.
The scenes my mother wrote of weren’t as bad as me wanting to act them out with her, and it was that word, the unthinkable and unutterable word incest that had me cringing inwardly with shame and mortification.
What was wrong with me, I wondered. To what level was I twisted to actually consider doing things like that with my own mother? To think it was bad enough, to find it so compelling as to feel the need to masturbate while fantasising was anathema.
In the beginning that was.
I lasted a whole twenty-four hours before I was back in my parents’ bedroom, my eyes flicking over the hand-written lines of my mother’s diary.
i'll leave with the intro to one that'll be up soon.
laters:
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.
That first time I managed to hold myself in check. I sucked in a deep breath and forced myself to close the book. Placing it back in its box and arranging the wardrobe as I’d found it.
I denied the yearning I felt, supressing the urge to tug my cock, my mind full of what my mother so graphically described. At first I was more disturbed and disgusted at myself, the guilt at having intruded on such a personal and so very private outpouring mixed in with the internal horror that I too could entertain dark, depraved carnal desires.
The scenes my mother wrote of weren’t as bad as me wanting to act them out with her, and it was that word, the unthinkable and unutterable word incest that had me cringing inwardly with shame and mortification.
What was wrong with me, I wondered. To what level was I twisted to actually consider doing things like that with my own mother? To think it was bad enough, to find it so compelling as to feel the need to masturbate while fantasising was anathema.
In the beginning that was.
I lasted a whole twenty-four hours before I was back in my parents’ bedroom, my eyes flicking over the hand-written lines of my mother’s diary.
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Allo 'dere Sis!Giggle. Hi baby bro.
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sethteranios
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back atchaOh it certainly does count! I'd love to hear more about that story. Please share...
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Wow that has to be one of the hottest things i read on here
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Maybe I shouldn't just butt-in...
I do like those younger males, though.
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I do not mindMaybe I shouldn't just butt-in...
Anyone? The hotel is tomorrow night and would like thoughts on whether this is a good or bad idea.
No one here is qualified to give you advice about a woman we don't know. You should know your own mother well enough to judge whether she would be open to the idea or not.
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Well said
You're absolutely right-- I guess what im looking for is personal accounts of mothers/sons who have made the jump and whether it was a good or bad thing for them.
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Haven't been in here for awhile. Hopefully- There are some new real incest stories for me to read.
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oh, i'm sure every one is genuine.
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Good morning, good morning! Hope everyone has started off the day well.
My interest really began when I started dressing up. I've never desired my mother. But there have been aunts and family friends who are practically family members. It's always been exciting to wear a pair of panties out to a family function and wonder who will spy them, if anyone. While I have fantasized about this I've never had any physical relations with family members. I have always been aroused by the idea of getting caught by an older cousin or an aunt--either wearing or finding a pair of their panties. It has been fun to fantasize about and I'd love to explore it through writing but for now that's all it has and will be.
But anyways, just wanted to say hello! Would love to chat.
My interest really began when I started dressing up. I've never desired my mother. But there have been aunts and family friends who are practically family members. It's always been exciting to wear a pair of panties out to a family function and wonder who will spy them, if anyone. While I have fantasized about this I've never had any physical relations with family members. I have always been aroused by the idea of getting caught by an older cousin or an aunt--either wearing or finding a pair of their panties. It has been fun to fantasize about and I'd love to explore it through writing but for now that's all it has and will be.
But anyways, just wanted to say hello! Would love to chat.
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Let say this.... Mom was always Bi, Dad left when we where "Younger" Mom caught Sis and I playing, Mom and her GF "Taught" us many things.... Hubby sweetened th pot when I invited Sis to play in our bed and mom joined its ROCKED since
OMG your hubby is such a lucky lucky man!!!!!!!!!
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Good morning family. I hope everyone got the treat they were looking for.
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Wow Im excited to hear about what happened. Did you get to lick your mother's pussy?
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One of my favorite memories is the time I slept with my father. I had just turned eighteen and had just recently begun masturbating. My father is a very handsome man who still, at the time I fucked him, looked about 35 but he was fifty. We had been to a party and had some drinks and after we came home I was really horny and masturbating but couldn't make myself cum. I kept imagining my Daddy sleeping down the hall. I'd watched him asleep before and knew since it was summer that he'd have the sheets off and just be wearing his underpants. I'd longed to stroke his cock under his cotton undies many times but while masturbating, I could not stop thinking about his cock. I knew it was big cause I'd seen it sometimes when I'd walked in him once in the bathroom and he was masturbating. I tiptoed down the hall, it was after midnight and we lived alone, in the country. He was really drunk and I knew he'd not wake up. Wearing just a tshirt, I came into his room, and sat down next to him on the bed. He was lying on his back and I could see the huge bulge of his cock which was half hard. I put my finger on my wet clit and began rubbing while I placed my other hand on Daddy's cock and began to rub and feel it grow under my palm. I'll post more later, too excited to write anymore now...
One of my favorite memories is the time I slept with my father. I had just turned eighteen and had just recently begun masturbating. My father is a very handsome man who still, at the time I fucked him, looked about 35 but he was fifty. We had been to a party and had some drinks and after we came home I was really horny and masturbating but couldn't make myself cum. I kept imagining my Daddy sleeping down the hall. I'd watched him asleep before and knew since it was summer that he'd have the sheets off and just be wearing his underpants. I'd longed to stroke his cock under his cotton undies many times but while masturbating, I could not stop thinking about his cock. I knew it was big cause I'd seen it sometimes when I'd walked in him once in the bathroom and he was masturbating. I tiptoed down the hall, it was after midnight and we lived alone, in the country. He was really drunk and I knew he'd not wake up. Wearing just a tshirt, I came into his room, and sat down next to him on the bed. He was lying on his back and I could see the huge bulge of his cock which was half hard. I put my finger on my wet clit and began rubbing while I placed my other hand on Daddy's cock and began to rub and feel it grow under my palm. I'll post more later, too excited to write anymore now...
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