The "Brand New and Improved" incest thread

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I have never had an incestious experience but the first woman i ever saw nude was my adoptive mom. The first females i had sexual thiughts about were my cousins. I find myself imagining things with my daughters when they grow up and always wondered if i would have been sexually attractive to my mom as a young adult.
 
I fantasise about my aunt a lot and my wifes 21 year old daughter, doesn't help i hear her masturbating a lot
 
I’ve had a lot of situations with my mom that almost resulted in pure incest. She’s seen my cock a lot and comments on the size. Not long ago we had to share a bed in a hotel and well...she ended up snuggled against my hard cock and even felt it though my boxers.


I imagine her lips around it every day
 
That's why I don't write a lot of my direct experiences, I'm afraid they'll end up as "Exhibit A"! And I never write about them without the other persons permission, outing myself is one thing, outing someone else is a whole different ballgame

I agree, though there have been a few slip ups over the years (alcohol loosens lips) and now more than my husband and the participants are aware. Of those in the know, perhaps a dozen, only a few have had a problem with it. Most of the others, in mostly one on one chats, have admitted to having done similar things or wanted to, even one of the few who had a problem. It has led to some deep but spirited conversations.
 
This happened long before face time and video chat and things of that nature. This was early 2000s, but she did record it secretly with her regular digital camera and shared the video of it with me in person. I asked her if she would be willing to prove it and she did. You can PM me directly if you’d like.

So she showed you actual video of it. Wow. Wild gal.

Thanks for satisfying my curiosity.
 
I’ve never had bad images in my head of what incest would be like. And I have met a few women as I’ve gotten older who have admitted the same thing to me, met them in real life and have become friends.

These are true brief stories..

When I was 22 and out of the Marines I met a girl, she was a sister of a friend of mine that I played basketball with through high school. She was a little younger, but we developed a great friendship that lead to talking about anything. Fantasies was a big thing we talked about, and one of hers was to have sex with her brother. To which she did and showed me proof. Now I don’t have that proof 18 years later but I wish I did.

Another is a friend who went with a group to a strip club and one kd the people that went was her cousin. After that strip club her cousin ended up spending the night at her house. At the time she was single, had two kids, but admitting to me that she and her cousin had sex that night.

Lastly is a current female friend who I have had an affair with and she has two boys but she talks about how she would like to start a casual sexual relationship with her oldest. It’s not about incest to her but more about having the convenience to have sex in her home with one of her sons because no one would suspect it.

Those are true stories. Just wish there more real stories of real people that I actually know to share.

I never could see the attraction to a parent, I was 20 yrs younger than my mother and always thought she was old, but cousin and sister oh yes.
 
I never could see the attraction to a parent, I was 20 yrs younger than my mother and always thought she was old, but cousin and sister oh yes.

I had the hots for my step-mom from a early age - fortunately she had two daughters I could explore and experiment with and work out my lust for her! :rolleyes:

I never had any sexual feelings or desires for blood relatives, except one cousin who I never saw once I came of age...
 
I had the hots for my step-mom from a early age - fortunately she had two daughters I could explore and experiment with and work out my lust for her! :rolleyes:

I never had any sexual feelings or desires for blood relatives, except one cousin who I never saw once I came of age...

Never lusted after my sister, we just used to play when we were younger and things just fell into place.
 
I recall a thread called INCEST IS BEST.

A place where you can be who you want and love any or all relatives in the room
Or tell of personal experiences or desires
No judging permitted and I will reprimand haters.

So drop in.. there is hot tea, coffee, or cocoa on the brown table to the left of the door. A nice spread of cookies, pastries, cake, brownies, and turkey sandwiches.

Love and hugs. Landi

Is there a reason you don't have your PMs turned on?
 
Hello hello to all


Sorry I missed your entrance. :hug:
When I was younger my cousin introduced me to the joy of incest.
One has always heard stories of kissing cousins but we truly were. He was a few years older then I was and he had been thru a horrible marriage to someone who just didnt love him.

We were at one of our big family reunions at this park in my hometown when we would go explore the old trails from the park to the river. There were probably a dozen trails from main entry and we used to run differnt ones to see who for to the river first.

Dummy me I took the third one that happened to be overgrown and sure enough lost the trail. When I wasn't at the river my cousin Ken came looking for me. Thank goodness he was good at tracking and was able to find my bare footprints.

He found me in a old section that had old bomb shelters from the fifties and sixties. I stopped and was checking them out. He saw me and something welled up inside of him. Probably my big butt sticking up in the air in those shorts that fit snuggly.

Whatever the reason he came behind me and began kissing my back. I moved back and stood up quickly I kinda thought despite being 18 he was going to spank me.

He bent down slightly and kissed my lips. A warmth drifted from his mouth over mine right down to my belly. I was new to kissing but with his tongue teasing mine I caught on quick enough and pretty quick we were playing cat and mouse with our tongues.

Ken pulled off and then slipped off my gauzy blouse. He stared a few minutes then took off the lacy bra that hid my embarrassing 38D breasts. Before I could utter a word his mouth covered one of them and began suckling.
Omg the weird sensations that rose caused me to cream my undies. Then he switched sides as his hand slipped under the waistband and rubbed my shivering button.
"I wanna fuck you," he said as he kept rubbing me.
I nodded and he began stripping off my shorts and undies. Then if came his shirt and jeans.
I was surprised he wasn't wearing undies or boxers. Buy it disnt matter. He smiled when I reached out and touched his cock that was bouncing and seeping whitish liquid.
"It might hurt if your inexperienced but I promise when I'm done you'll see the heavens explode" Ken told me.
Then he moved his hips and eased in. Before I could complain he rolled placing me on top. He pulled me close and began pumping into my wet cunt.
Strange noises of squish and plllerrrt echoed from his cock plungling in and out. It was a great feeling and I didnt notice my cunt was stretching to accommodate his wide girth.
Finally he rolled us and put him on top again. His cock was going in and out faster and his mouth switched back from breastd to neck to ear to mouth.
Then he grabbed my hips and slammed harder into me. My body bounced like a rag doll off the ground. I felt myself burst in a deep from the belly wave of fire. I was panting hard as I came in streams of quim. I barely noticed his words of encouragement to cum more so he could fill my sweet honey hole with his cream.
I needed no extra help. It happened and I jerked up and held tight to his shoulders as my body yielded the last blurt of liquid. As promised his cock roared to life and like a firehose sprayed my cunt with his hot liquid of lust.
I say lust cause despite cumming he went at my cunt with gusto and left me bloated from three huge sprays of jism.
He plopped down to my left and smiled at my dazed face.
"Happy? I sure am... damn girl... if the others knew you were a firecracker and so receptive... mmmmm you'd be fucked all the time if not spirited away to be lovers... yesh... "
I laughed at such a thought and then after a rest and clean up.. yeah he carried a small first aide kit in his jacket that has baby wipes.
We went back to the family reunion and ate the various dishes. Taking moments to smile at one another during the time before having the usual baseball game which always ended in a fight between brothers.
Ken promised next time I came down to visit he would get us a motel room for us to sneak away too for an all nighter.

That was hot! So, did you meet again?
 
kind of a non story, but it's something I guess.

The closest I came to such an experience happened one Christmas when my uncle was visiting with a couple of my cousins. We were drinking and getting a bit tipsy and a few of us ended up in the hot tub. My female cousin sat next to me.

She and I got along but weren't particularly close. We didn't really have a playful flirting sort of relationship that might lead to anything happening. I was pretty surprised when I noticed that she was rubbing her foot against my foot.

I couldn't resist reciprocating. That went on off and on for about an hour. Then I decided to give her thigh a little squeeze. It didn't seem like a big deal to me, not a big step up from what we'd been doing. She didn't like it, though. She moved to the other side of the hot tub, away from me.

Maybe that was too overt a move? The footsy we could sort of play off as accidental, somehow. Oops, our feet bumped up against each other? Maybe she saw the game of footsy as more innocent, but touching her thigh like I did was a little too undeniably sexual? We never spoke about it and afterwards everything between us was unchanged.

I sometimes wonder if more could have happened if the right situation had come along. I kind of doubt it. I don't think I would have pushed the envelope too far, and I don't know what she was thinking, but my putting my hand on her leg had been too much. Then again, I never would have expected her to start playing footsy with me either.

Not exactly fapping material, but it is 100 percent true.
 
Does fucking my wife's sister count?

Or girlfriend's mother?

And yeah, sister, sisters of girlfriends and their best friends is an irrationally arousing theme. And well, a cousin, the one and only.

The other was daughter of granddaughter of the son of my grandmother's much older sister, and possibly not a blood relative at all (because of males in the line, and that's, you know, is inherently unreliable), so probably doesn't count. Not that anything happened either. But it could have.
 
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My older female cousin's mother was weird. She was a medic, and smart, but she used her time in children's hospital to collect horror stories and her daughter had to take the brunt of it all. So probably it was some kind of weird house rule that she wasn't allowed to close bathroom doors even in those times I happen to stay over in their tiny apartment. So I was sitting in the kitchen catching up with my aunt about family matters while trying not be too obvious watching my cousin in the shower. I wondered did aunt know. There's no fucking way cousin didn't, although she never explicitly signaled she did, nor did I advance it, for that matter, even while she enjoyed to flash a nipple to me in much every family gathering.

And she used to visit my grandfather's farmhouse sometimes for weeks on end. And it was weird, I mean, we with my sister didn't have any modesty between us when alone, so we were practical nudists (with very rigid boundaries just shy of actual explicit sexuality), and my sister with my cousin were best friends (sis being half as far apart in age as I was from my cousin) and probably occasional lovers, and there was that sexual tension between me and our cousin, but probably exactly because of that, the three of us used swimsuits when together, while probably all three bemoaned on that in our individual silences. But it was lot of fun to spy on girls when they snuck away to sunbathe naked together, or sneak out late at night for a swim with my sister, without our cousin and swimsuits, or any clothing intended, out the door nude right under the nose of the grandpa and supposedly sleeping cousin.

(While gradpa actually was of a mindset that "swimsuit" is an oxymoron, so that seemingly wasn't much of a risk, but he would read on us about being rude to our cousin, yes by being naked. Yes, it's complicated and somewhat confusing and much too long to explain the possibly alien logic of it.)

Did I mention me suspecting my sister and cousin were more than friends on occasion? Well, I only don't have proof of it because I decide not to, and ignore what was apparently obvious... at another time of us together.

My mother's family had a house, a huge now mostly empty building we used for family gatherings. Before the war (and I mean WW2 when I utter that phrase, despite being born a whole generation after) there used to be a convenience store and the far end was rented by a barber shop. Under the workshop shed two huge cellars went four doors deep in the hillside, and the barn was capital long log building with bathhouse blocked in on the other end, but it was declared out of service that summer. Single old woman lived there, once the principal of the now closed local school.

The small town had never fully recovered from the war and waves of repressions before, during, and especially after, reduced by time to a name of crossroads. Wartime ruins of the town hall building next door overgrown with birches over a foot in diameter, the baroque stained glass windows empty in the far end wall still standing tall all the way to the gable.

So one summer we three decided to stay over there for a while. It wasn't a leisure vacation, we had projects and goals and busy days. I had workers to supervise and girls sorted through the library, that sort of stuff, and more.

Most of the second story rooms stood empty and sealed and plaster falling, but there was one corner suite of two rooms, furnished and livable, and we took over it. There was a door into the other room from the hallway, but either we failed to find a key or the bolt was rusted solid. The door between the rooms wasn't there at all, replaced by a curtain.

Girls took over the inner room and I stayed in the front room, and there was two beds in there and I stayed on the extendable couch in the outer, so it was nominally a bedroom and sitting room suite. No bathroom, so we washed in a portable bathtub positioned in the outer room. And yes, I was politely asked to go downstairs while girls used it, while they merely retreated into the bedroom to give me some privacy.

We often stayed up long into the night talking, discussing old books they had found, as well as our plans, immediate and long term, among other things. The whole atmosphere of the place, it's something indescribable. Eventually we separated to sleep, but it didn't go unnoticed by me that only one of bedroom beds needed bedclothes changed regularly. And yeah, as quiet as they tried to be, there was just that curtain in the doorway.

I will forever fantasize what could have happened if I was more brave and assertive and tried to join them, how I could have tried that and how it might have been.
 
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