The Newer & Naughtier Incest Thread

Ever thought/dreamed of having sex with a family member ?

  • Mother

    Votes: 202 27.0%
  • Father

    Votes: 51 6.8%
  • Brother

    Votes: 55 7.4%
  • Sister

    Votes: 226 30.3%
  • Daughter (Legal Age)

    Votes: 127 17.0%
  • Son (legal Age)

    Votes: 23 3.1%
  • Cousin / Aunt /Uncle

    Votes: 331 44.3%
  • No never but enjoy the themed porn

    Votes: 147 19.7%
  • No never

    Votes: 40 5.4%

  • Total voters
    747
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Some one remarked earlier in this thread that he thought mother started his pantie fetish (mine includes stockings as well). I'm in the same boat, although it was all my doing. Just a horny teenager who couldn't keep his hands off her silky things. I'm older now, retired in fact, but last night had for first time an incestuous dream about her. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings and we were in bed together. Nothing happened in the dream but I woke up this morning thinking about it, and so read through this thread, and wanted to say hello.
 
Nice to see so many posts in here. Sorry I haven't had much to say. Much of what is going on in my current life is taking a lot of my time, none of it good.

BrettJ in Canada
 
to bring it back on-topic:

Babette looked at his cock and brought her focus up to his face.

“If we do something, Craig – will you keep it a secret?”

His stare roaming all over her skin brought it back to Babette – she was naked in front of her son. Abruptly self-conscious, she turned through ninety degrees and pressed her palms over her breasts to cover her nipples.

“Of course I will, mom. It isn’t the kind of thing I’d tell my buddies. Or Mathilda!” he added.

He frowned and thrust his chin towards his mother.

Craig then continued with, “How come you’re covering your boobs with your hands, mom? Look at me,” he said around a grin. Craig thrust at his fist, fucking his hand, the length of him bringing a gasp from her throat.

Babette gawked at the big cock-head and inches of hard-on poking through her son’s grip. The bulb was shiny, slick with gloop. It was divine to look at. Her mind filled with thoughts about how it would feel splitting her open. What would it be like to have that thing easing into her body? She recalled how hot sex had been with Brandon. How his cock had made her feel. She could have it again, the same sweet sense of being stretched by the impressive girth of a lovely fat hard-on.

And this time it would be so wonderful because she knew her son loved her.

“Oh, mom,” she heard Craig breathe when she turned to face him again, hands going down to her sides.

“Okay,” Babette said, elation coming at her when she just gave it all up.

“Okay?” said Craig, eyes wide, mouth hanging slack. He blinked a few times, then added, “You mean…?”

She nodded. “Yes, you can touch me, Craig.” Babette glanced at the box. “We can do all that stuff together.” She moved to her son. It felt like a dream as she went.

His fist ceased the back-and-forth over his length. Craig stood and watched her get closer, his dick in his fist, gawping like he’d never expected her to actually do it.

She stopped less than a foot from her son. Babette stared into his face, searching for love. Then she looked down at his cock, a grin going wide.

“Do you want mommy to take care of that for you?”
 
As a woman with two sons, mother/son incest has to be the most arousing as far as I am concerned. Correspondence with other women lead me to think that there are a lot more women out there that feel the same

This is a fascinating thread. Your specific comments triggered something in me. I am a man, but I have always had thoughts about my mother, mostly when I was very young. I became sexually aware at a very early age - 4 to be precise - after I was sexually assaulted by an adult many times bigger than me. When I told my parents, expecting their support, I was shocked that my father blamed me. My mother was different, very supportive and nurturing. I often saw her naked and really fanaticised about her, but never did anything about it. I even had dreams about it, typically awakening with a cocktail of guilt and arousal pleasure. Now I wonder if I misinterpreted signals because she was so open to me, that I am certain had I asked or tried something, she would probably have consented.
 
Tonight

My best friend , who I've been intimate with for years is arriving tonight, her brother and his wife arrive tomorrow we're going to the Cape. Hope to make naughty memories. Sometimes truth is naughtier than fiction.
 
My best friend , who I've been intimate with for years is arriving tonight, her brother and his wife arrive tomorrow we're going to the Cape. Hope to make naughty memories. Sometimes truth is naughtier than fiction.

can't wait to hear about it
 
My best friend , who I've been intimate with for years is arriving tonight, her brother and his wife arrive tomorrow we're going to the Cape. Hope to make naughty memories. Sometimes truth is naughtier than fiction.

Sounds like awesome fun.
 
This is a fascinating thread. Your specific comments triggered something in me. I am a man, but I have always had thoughts about my mother, mostly when I was very young. I became sexually aware at a very early age - 4 to be precise - after I was sexually assaulted by an adult many times bigger than me. When I told my parents, expecting their support, I was shocked that my father blamed me. My mother was different, very supportive and nurturing. I often saw her naked and really fanaticised about her, but never did anything about it. I even had dreams about it, typically awakening with a cocktail of guilt and arousal pleasure. Now I wonder if I misinterpreted signals because she was so open to me, that I am certain had I asked or tried something, she would probably have consented.

I also am confused by the intention of a lot of actions then and even now
 
Loving that tumbler of yours and besides I like the granddaughter/grandpa issue.;)

thanks! and me too,but never really found rp partner for it

Guy here... 24 years old, but I love mom/son stories. My fetish all started in the hospital when my mom had to help me bathe after surgery. I got a bit excited, and she commented about how much bigger my penis was than dad's. Nothing more ever happened..but damn having her sponge down my throbbing erection for a couple days was enough to start a new fetish lol!
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just sponge it down or did she stroke you to completion?
 
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