The "New and Improved" Incest Thread!

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A nail polish brand, Sinful Colors, released a Mother's Day ad campaign hastag called #MILF that is supposed to stand for "Mani I'd Like to Flaunt". The incestuous double entendre amuses me, especially as an incest erotica fan. Though I doubt that is what Sinful Colors was going for that, they probably just wanted to be edgy like how Nars releases saucy cosmetics shades names like Nars Orgasm. Happy Mother's Day. ;)
 

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I wasn't in a bar, I was in a comics shop. I didn't fall far, but the way I landed hurt like hell.

BrettJ in Canada

Tail bone bruising is horrible and will last for a while.....hope you get to feeling better.
 
Thank you. I can move about now, for the most part, but I am still tender.

BrettJ in Canada
 
How are YOU celebrating mother's day?

;)

I spent the whole day revisiting happy memories of my much loved cousin who is a mother many times over. I used to enjoy taking out her and her kids for Mother's Day brunch. I secretly half wished that she could get pregnant just one last time by me so that we could make a baby of our own.
 
Incest is fun. I love it :)

There is an enormous difference between the seduction of someone who you "date" and developing a sexual relationship with someone who is part of your family and your genes. Once you both get past the initial barrier and are secure that there will not be any rejection the total intimacy and trust is overwhelming in its beauty. I miss enveloping myself in the limitless love and pleasure of making love with my cousin.
 
One of my kinks on the wife sharing stuff is that the husband helps the wife get dressed for her dates including bathing, shaving, helping with nails, hair, etc..

Twist that around a bit to this genre' and you have a guy that helps his sister (or mother, aunt, cousin, maybe even daughter) get dressed for her dates, even if he doesn't get to enjoy them directly.
 
One of my kinks on the wife sharing stuff is that the husband helps the wife get dressed for her dates including bathing, shaving, helping with nails, hair, etc..

Twist that around a bit to this genre' and you have a guy that helps his sister (or mother, aunt, cousin, maybe even daughter) get dressed for her dates, even if he doesn't get to enjoy them directly.

Love the idea of helping my mum get ready :)
 
There is an enormous difference between the seduction of someone who you "date" and developing a sexual relationship with someone who is part of your family and your genes. Once you both get past the initial barrier and are secure that there will not be any rejection the total intimacy and trust is overwhelming in its beauty. I miss enveloping myself in the limitless love and pleasure of making love with my cousin.

there wasn't a conscious seduction in my case, but a sudden realization of what was happening, the rush of how i felt about it, and how we complete each other like no other relationship outside of family can be.
 
Mother's day!

Since I haven't talked to my mother since she kicked my brother and I out 9 years ago when she caught us having sex, and I myself do not want children, I'll probably never be part of a Mother's day celebration!
 
Since I haven't talked to my mother since she kicked my brother and I out 9 years ago when she caught us having sex, and I myself do not want children, I'll probably never be part of a Mother's day celebration!

Come over here, and party with my sis, my mom my hubby and me
 
there wasn't a conscious seduction in my case, but a sudden realization of what was happening, the rush of how i felt about it, and how we complete each other like no other relationship outside of family can be.

The cousin who was the love of my life was someone I had seen from a distance before. She looked miserable and I could only shake my head and wonder who in hell would want to be with someone like that. Meanwhile I was miserable in my own marriage of that time.

She eventually contacted me, we emailed back and forth for a while and we found that we were both going through the same things that were making us unhappy. The first time I ever met her without the rest of the family around she was radiant with her big happy smile, twinkling eyes and special way of moving. It was like happy fireworks going off in my brain. I had simply never seen so much beauty in one person before. It was instant lust but lust soon turned into true love.
 
I love incest, like seriously everything about it. I love the secrecy, I love the rush, I love the "this is wrong" feeling I get, I love his cum. But I shouldn't be craving it. I mean, incest isn't natural. I shouldn't get a rush every time my brother fucks me and cums inside me. I sometimes wonder if there's something mentally wrong with me. Should I love incest this much? Why do I love it as much as I do?
I love it too sweetie! Everything about it. I'm not into RP. It's the real thing that turns me on. I never get enough of my sister!
 
How about husband helping wife prepare when they expect one or both of the sons to "cum" home for a visit???
 
One of my kinks on the wife sharing stuff is that the husband helps the wife get dressed for her dates including bathing, shaving, helping with nails, hair, etc..

Twist that around a bit to this genre' and you have a guy that helps his sister (or mother, aunt, cousin, maybe even daughter) get dressed for her dates, even if he doesn't get to enjoy them directly.

How about the husband helping prepare the wife when one, or both, of the sons is expected to "cum" home for a visit??
 
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I set the shower to run and left my clothes on the floor. My eyes went to the spot where the dildo had clung to the wall. I tried to push the scene out of my head, but still found myself tugging my dick, the thrill of it sweet through its length while I imagined my step-daughter thrusting back onto the large rubber cock.

What sounds did she make as she fucked onto the dildo? Did she swear and groan and sob out her pleasure? And what about her expression? Did those elfin features grimace with lust? Did she screw up her face and grunt in delight?

I wondered if the girl mauled at her breasts and rubbed at her bean – or did she get there by penetration alone?

It didn’t take long for the rush of my climax to burst from my cock. I cranked at myself, knees almost buckled as the stuff spurted forth, thick gobs of goo which spattered against the tiled wall, blobs of the stuff swirling into the water before being sucked down the drain.

“You hot little bitch,” I gasped through clenched teeth. “God, I want to fuck you … I want to fuck your tight little pussy…”

I carried on wanking as the pleasure subsided, sucking in air while looking around me in shock. It was the most vehement orgasm I’d experienced in ages, the pleasure intense as I thought about my step-daughter’s body.
 
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