extrem incest

Carolyn stood in front of her full-length mirror looking at her semi-nude body. She was trying to decide whether or not she liked the new bra her mother had bought for her today. At 13 years old, Carolyn had jumped right into a B cup bra, even though she had never worn a bra in her life. She had refused until this day to wear one. She was too much of a tomboy and the pink lacy bra that her mother had thrown at her this morning didn’t suit her normal style. The more she looked at it though, the more she grew to like it.
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It has been a pretty long day of slamming some beer and watching the occasional sports game. You and your buddy Jake decided to take a day off from university life, and are now contemplating what to do as nine o’clock roles around. Seeing as how it’s a Friday night, you know that many bars and clubs are going to be filled to the brim soon. On the other hand, you guys have caught wind of a girls’ slumber party happening a few floors below your apartment. After debating over other options, these are the two that you’re left with.

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Breaking In Emma [PART THREE]

Authors note: Here’s part three for you guys. I’m starting to reaveal some of the twist. Obviously, one different thing is that the father found an online buddy who says he can help the father win over his daughter and her friend sexually. The father is somewhat shy and inexperienced at that sort of thing, so he becomes the online man’s pupil. Another twist is that I get a lot more detailed in the events leading up to the sexual parts. This is not your run-of-the-mill, jump right in D/d Story. There are some more twists coming too. Enjoy part three guys!
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Steve did not remember when he first had incestuous thoughts about his daughter Karen. He suspected that subconsciously he had had them for a longer time than he cared to admit. He was not fully aware of his ‘problem’ until her eleventh birthday.

It was toward the end of her birthday party when she jumped onto his lap. They hugged each other and he wished her ‘happy birthday’ for at least the tenth time that day. As she animatedly talked to her friends, she continuously shifted her position, squirming about excitedly. Suddenly, as the child’s ass moved about on his crotch Steve’s cock began hardening in his pants. He was helpless to stop it.
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Shit! My bladder was in bursting mode. A quick glance at the clock told me that I’d been sitting in front of the computer for five straight hours. I recalled that Tracy, my thirteen year old daughter had been in and said ‘good-night’ and shortly after that the rush of water in the pipes but I had been so engaged in my work that I hadn’t noticed the time when she started her shower. The bathroom is next to my office, followed by Tracy’s room and my bedroom almost across from hers. It had been mine and my wife’s until a little more than a year ago when she died from the breast-cancer I thought was easily curable.
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Trying to put the dream out of her mind, Cindy got to work on the house. She also had the car picked up. The alignment was so bad she didnt want to drive it herself. She left the keys in the ignition and a man came around to take it in. Cindy didnt care about the extra cost, she just didnt want to leave the house today. Derek took off on his bike without a word and Mandy was at the neighbor’s playing with Sarah.
Cindy had not had an orgasm in forever. (Pissing the bed didn’t count.) She wanted to save it for Dan’s return in two days. She was twitchy and had to wash her vagina often with cool water so as not to stink up the house! But her “cunt-trail” had already cast it’s spell.
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Sandy was a single mother of 36. She was a smart, professional woman who valued her independence from any man. Ever since Steve had impregnated her in college and announced that a family was not in his immediate plans, Sandy vowed to raise her child alone and succeed no matter the cost. Sandy took good care of herself by working hard and being involved in her son’s life. Her hair was a brilliant fiery reddish orange. She had 34 C breasts with nipples that would swell like peanut butter cups. Her ass was firm and would fit in the palm of a man’s hand. Her son had been a c-section delivery so her pussy was as tight as it had been in college. Sany trimmed her pubic area leaving only a thin strip of hair because of the fiery color of her mound. She loved wearing loose t-shirts at night without panties and a growing teenage son with roving eyes did not need enticement from his mother. Sandy was every horny man’s dream, but she refused all men devoting herself entirely to her son and career.
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Mom was a beautiful woman for her 37 years. She kept herself in shape with her excerize rituals every day. Dad, for many years was an executive with a lot of power.

We got along well enough, that is, for a growing teen with needs and designs on his car. He generally relented though, and let me use it with warnings of caution.

Things were pretty good between the three of us for many years, until that fateful day that dad’s company got involved in some kind of Securities scandal.
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Bobby stuffed the $22 dollars he had made in tips into his pocked and left the pizza [bleep]. It was his first ever - real job and at 15 all he was thinking about was showing off tip money to his mother. He unlocked his bike and rode the two miles to his house. His boss had let him go over two hours early because it was a Sunday and there just weren’t enough customers to justify all the staff, and being that he was the new guy on the block, he had to go. He parked his bike in the carport and went into the house through the back door. He was a little surprised that the house was dark. Had his mom gone out somewhere? He was just about to call out her name when he heard a noise coming from the back of the house. Thinking that maybe a burglar was in the house he picked up a knife from the kitchen and slipped down the hallway towards the back bedrooms. He listened carefully as he walked, then he heard it again.
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Margaret, or Maggie, as everyone called her, smiled as her parents told her she was being sent to her Uncle Bob’s farm for the summer. Her parents were archeologists, and during the summers, when they weren’t teaching, they usually went off to some far off place to dig up what Maggie thought of as ‘dead things’. And then Maggie always got sent off to Uncle Bob’s farm. Her parents had been working on their PhDs for the last two years, though, so it had been two years since she’d spent the summer with Uncle Bob.
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