The "New and Improved" Incest Thread!

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Has anyone here actually fucked their mother? Or if you are a woman, fucked your son?

If so, has there been negative ramifications of doing so?

I have an event this weekend, which will involve alcohol and a share room hotel stay... Would like some input, especially from the women.
 
Has anyone here actually fucked their mother? Or if you are a woman, fucked your son?

If so, has there been negative ramifications of doing so?

I have an event this weekend, which will involve alcohol and a share room hotel stay... Would like some input, especially from the women.

I've eatin out my mom and my sister after my husbands fucked them does that count?
 
Has anyone here actually fucked their mother? Or if you are a woman, fucked your son?

If so, has there been negative ramifications of doing so?

I have an event this weekend, which will involve alcohol and a share room hotel stay... Would like some input, especially from the women.



I have a grind who had sex with her step dad but it's not the same!
 
My official ruling is Yes that counts, and I'm sure the stories as to the How and whys are also hot as hell too.

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 :devil:
 
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 :devil:

OK....I'm gonna need a few minutes in private now.
 
Has anyone here actually fucked their mother? Or if you are a woman, fucked your son?

If so, has there been negative ramifications of doing so?

I have an event this weekend, which will involve alcohol and a share room hotel stay... Would like some input, especially from the women.

Any advice? From someone speaking from experience of a woman who may be in that situation?

PM is an option too.

-Ry
 
I had her in her office clothes, the skirt round her waist, blouse gaping, big tits cantilevered over her bra,

A glass of chilled white wine sat on the big table next to her. “Take a sip, Abigail,” I instructed.

Without taking her eyes off me, as I continued to stroke my cock, my mother reached for the delicate goblet and sipped.

I don’t know why it is, why it turns me on so much, but seeing her do that, so elegant and sophisticated in the action while her body is exposed so lewdly, the look of desire coming at me through fashionable spectacles, well, it fires something off inside me that makes me want to tug my dick until it spits the hot stuff.

“Come here and kiss me,” I told her. “On your knees, Abigail,” I added after she placed the glass down and then rose from the chair. “Crawl.”

She came to me on hands and knees, hands on my thighs as she levered herself up, face tilted for the kiss.

Kissing my own mother is a thrill that, sometimes, I think is better than actually splitting her cunt with my cock. She loves it, too. The way my mother moans and sighs and slides her tongue into my mouth tells me she is every bit as hooked on the intimacy of kissing as I am.

But kissing her is usually reserved for the tender moments. The lead-up to fucking is all about her submission to me. I tell her what she has to wear, where she has to sit, what she has to do. All of that leads to my mother getting exactly what she craved for all those years. I am in complete control. She accedes to my will, complies with every whim. She has no responsibility at all except to do what I say.

It’s been that way for six weeks, ever since we started the incestuous affair. I live with her full time. We share her bed. Not every occasion sees me dominating the situation, sometimes we’ll make love, and those times are just as stimulating as the others. Enjoying an evening together, being a couple, lovers out to dinner before returning to the apartment and a long, slow, tender joining together is magical.

But that evening wasn’t about tenderness, it was everything to do with the darker elements of my mother’s needs.

“Now suck it,” I growled, grabbing a handful of hair when the kiss broke.

“Oh, God,” my mother gasped, wincing.

“Come on,” I urged her, standing so I could haul her round. “Sit on the fucking sofa, Abigail,” I snarled, holding my dick in one hand while my mother yelped and scrambled to her feet.

She fell back, limbs sprawled, breasts jiggling.

Immediately I was on her, clambering up onto the settee to present myself to her mouth. I grabbed at her hair and pushed the knob-head to her lips, my mother’s mouth opening automatically.

“Go on, Abigail,” I urged, feeding it into her.

She looked at me, eyes wide, lips stretched around my girth. I saw the pleading in her gaze, a look that could be misconstrued as her begging me not to force her, but which I knew meant exactly the opposite.

“Take it,” I crooned, watching her eyes glisten.

She gulped and gagged, with her lips tight, eyes on my face, her own features stretched and distorted, a python swallowing a piglet.

I held her head and crouched in lower, my balls dangling. While my mother snorted and snuffled, her hands coming up to my hips. She grabbed me, fingers digging in.

I eased back, my cock sliding from my mother’s gullet, a sword-swallower extracting the blade in one long glide.

She coughed and spluttered, tears streaming in response. Viscous drool cascaded over her chin to stain her blouse, saliva shone on the creamy upper slopes of her breasts.

“You bastard,” my mother croaked, blinking up at me.

To shut her up and to teach her a lesson I held her head and forced the length into her again, this time probing deeper.

I held it in there, watching my mother’s eyes, her pretty face almost unrecognisable as she gulped and attempted to take all of me.

Again, when I pulled out, judging the moment to withdraw perfectly, silvery hawsers dangled from my mother’s face, glistening ropes that shivered when she moved. Two long strands connected us, saliva threads from her mouth to my cock. My shaft shone with the stuff; her blouse was sodden.

My mother gasped and spluttered and coughed as I climbed down off the sofa. The frantic wheezing and blowing continued while I hauled her round bodily. Arranging her to my liking, I pulled her by the hips until her buttocks hung over the sofa-edge, levering her legs up so my mother’s knees hooked around my arms. In that position, with her all scrunched up at the waist, legs wide, pelvis tilted, pussy gaping and sodden with her yearning, I held myself at her with one hand, nudging her opening with the bulb of the cock-head.

“Oh, God…” my mother whined when I entered her. She clawed at the settee, a hot-eyed gaze set on my face. “You’re fucking me with it,” she added on a gasp, her tone suggesting this was the first time it had happened. In that same surprised way, she continued with, “My son … You’re my son … Simon, you’re fucking me.”
 
So I should have waited before slipping the wool over your eyes? :D

Oh, and maybe I should call you brother so we're not kicked out of the thread!
 
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