Moms and Dads

Or any other type of family relation. If someone that is a blood relative point blank told you they wanted to have sex with you the question is would you? I have to say when it comes to my daughter I wouldn’t make a move but if she was point blank in wanting to fuck I probably would.
There's several family members I'd have sex with. Cousins, aunts, sisters, etc.
 
Or any other type of family relation. If someone that is a blood relative point blank told you they wanted to have sex with you the question is would you? I have to say when it comes to my daughter I wouldn’t make a move but if she was point blank in wanting to fuck I probably would.
My biggest fantasy and had a close encounter once and wish I’d of gone through…..
 
And are you going to tell us?
Been mentioned on a few threads. Mom enjoyed dressing in very old sheet nighties with nothing left to the imagination, and there were a few encounters in our kitchen coming home from nights out on the town. She’d hug me happy I was home safe, those hugs would linger, hands caressed, and long eye contact…..
 
Absolutely....
Two of my aunts are both thin with 36D breasts. When I was a kid, any time I was over at their houses I loved going through their drawers and finding their lingerie... I used to catch as much of a view as I could and jerked off to them. I loved going to the beach with them 😂
Even now, if either propositioned me, there would be no stopping that train. I would fuck their brains out.

I also have a younger cousin (in her 30s now) who is adorable with a stunning body. There would be no hesitation fucking her or doing anything she wanted with her.
 
I walked in my mom giving dad a blowjob. Move on a few years and dad has died leaving me and mom alone. Mom was never modest and I saw her naked a lot. She did not like sleeping in their marital bed and began sleeping with me. I woke up one morning spooning mom from behind with a hard on.
 
Been mentioned on a few threads. Mom enjoyed dressing in very old sheet nighties with nothing left to the imagination, and there were a few encounters in our kitchen coming home from nights out on the town. She’d hug me happy I was home safe, those hugs would linger, hands caressed, and long eye contact…..
My mom wore those also. Nothing left to the imagination.
 
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