extrem incest

8:30 am, Monday morning. John is awakened by the alarm buzzer on his nightstand. Reaching to shut off that god-awful noise. He lies back in bed. Realizing the bed sheets are stuck to his sticky cock. John always hated that. He pulled the sheet fabric away, painfully from his cock-head. With all of that unpleasantness over and done with. He turned lovingly to his beautiful mother, Barbara. She still had his cum oozing from her cunt lips. They had spent all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday in bed just making love and fucking like wild animals. The two would get up to eat, change the sheets and blankets, go to the washroom. But John asked his mother not to shower. He loved the strong smell of sex on her body. Barbara just smiled and agreed. She did not regret it either. Three days and nights of her lusting son, constantly fucking her every which way. Barbara’s pleas for rest went unheard as John kept thrusting and pumping her over and over again. Even John himself was amazed. When he was still with his ex, the sex was good but it did not last nowhere near as long as it does with his mother. And he did not cum much at all in his ex. She was disappointed to say the least. But with his mother, it was coming out in buckets from his cock head. He was filling up his mother’s pussy to overflowing. From these signs he knew his mother was the one for him.
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a fantasy

I work at a mall and sell shoes there. Yesterday this sweet little girl about 10 came to my store. She looked so innocent in her nice tank top and mini skirt and after looking over my selection of shoes she took a seat for a fitting. I couldn’t believe my luck. I am such a perv when it comes to girls this age and even younger. I would get a chance to enjoy her close to me and maybe get to see her mound in her panties. After finding a salesmen stool I sat in front of her and drank in her childish beauty. I had brought the shoes she had selected and reached and took her by the ankle and lifted her foot to the fitting platform near my crotch. I already had a slight hard on but was able to keep it hidden while still comfortable. Thats when i got the shock of my life.
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“A Whole New World” by Windowshopper

This story is based on real people and real places. Some facts and all names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. Any coincidental similarities between the characters and details of this story and those of actual real life are unintended and unlikely true. This story is copyright Windowshopper 2005. All rights are reserved. Reposting requests can be made by e-mailing Please wait at least a couple of weeks for a response. Questions or comments about the story can also be made to said address.
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Now you know what my eyes see as I lay atop her, looking into her brown eyes.

How did it start? We worked together in our families restaurant. I always loved watching her walk off. Watching those sexy hips sway. I would sometimes become very aroused as I dreamed of her lying on the bed naked. She on her stomach. Me laying on top of her. My hard cock fully erect, placed perfectly along the divide of her beautiful ass. Anyway, I am not a bad looking man, 5′8 average build with blue eyes and brown hair. I had a tendency to sleep with alot of the waitresses. It came easy as we would go out drinking after the close almsot religiously. My aunt would inquire sometimes about these waitresses to me. The conversation would always be direct, but a hint of flirting and I feel a desire on her part to know about my sexual habits was always present. Feeling this, I would always flirt back. Her touch to my arm or shoulder during one of these conversations always set me off and insured a heavy masturbation session not long after. I would always fantasize about seeing her touching herself. Thinking of me as she gently rubbed under the thich mound of pubic hair circling her clitoris. Never rubbing it directly at first, but around it and then down along the length of her lips. Which by this time have swollen and opened a bit. Emitting an invitation for penetration. I could imagine hearing the noise caused by her finger rubbing through the wetness of her pussy. The dark hair, that ran down along the outside of her lips, beginning to stick together as it moistened.
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To be honest, I thought Cindy was challenged. You know..(retarded is an ugly word these days.) I was the last in line at the gas station that winter day watching this very flustered girl behind the counter juggling the register, pumps, lottery, cigs etc. She was a skinny little thing. Pale and bugg-eyed. Her chest was flat as a board and her hair was a short bleached dyke-job. As I got closer I could here her cracking voice. She stammered and slurred, spitting a little when she spoke. She couldn’t pronounce certain sounds properly. By the time I got to the front I was in awe. Thats right, love at first sight! She gave me that forced customer service smile as she wiped the spittle from her lower lip.
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She was sitting on the front seat of the passenger side with her knees on an angle, almost touching the floor stick shift of the car. As he drove, his eyes were distracted by her legs, as the streetlights flashed on them. She wore a short skirt and her legs were uncovered about ten inches above the knee.

He shifted into fourth gear and allowed his hand to remain on the shift as he drove. A downward glance told him his hand was practically touching her knee. His daughter continued talking of the day’s events, but he couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. Those awful unnatural feelings he felt in the past, again started flowing through him. He kept stealing glances at those upper thighs that were exposed and his heart was again pounding as it had so many times in the past.
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You’re going to think this is a sad story, because it starts out sad. But don’t be sad for long, brothers and sisters, because it ends up pretty OK, at least to me it does. I’m Bobby, by the way, Bobby Henderson. That really doesn’t matter to the story, except that it’s about me and my mother, Claire Henderson. There are a few other people in it too, but they only matter a little. I’ll mention them later.
My mom’s story starts out like a lot of people hope their adult lives will start, with a good marriage to a good man who gave her a good baby - that’s me - and they were pretty happy, all things considered. But my father was killed in an accident at the plant and things sort of went to shit starting then.
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Mom was a war bride. She was only 16 years old and pregnant with me when Dad married her. Right after they were married, my father left for Germany; it was at the beginning of world war two.

Dad was killed; one of the war’s earliest casualties. Mom was living with her mother when I was born.

My first experience to anything sexual, at least as far back as I can remember, was when I was approximately five years old, in kindergarten.

Mom and I were home alone. She was in the shower, and had left the bathroom door open, probably so she could keep an ear open for me. I went in to use the toilet. While I was on the bowl, I could see her through the shower curtain. I was looking at my mom’s naked body when I got my first boner in my young life. When my mother got out of the shower, I pointed it out to her.
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Nicole and her husband, Phil, had been married for four years and they’d been trying to have a baby for over two years without any apparent success. Every time Nicole would take an early pregnancy test, it would always turn out negative. Nicole and Phil had figured out everything they could to ensure that she got pregnant but so far it just hadn’t worked for them. Finally, it became obvious to Nicole that the reason she wasn’t being knocked up by her frequent fucks with Phil was because of his either having a low sperm count or possibly that he was not able to impregnate her.
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After my Dad left us when I was about 11 years old, our lifestyle really changed. We never found out where he went (at least Mom never told us). As far as we all knew, he just didn’t come home from work one day and no one ever heard from him again. Our nice suburban home turned into a small two-bedroom apartment in the city. Our stay-at-home Mom all of a sudden had to work two jobs just to keep food in the fridge.

Obviously, there were many adjustments to make, the worst of which was getting used to sharing a bedroom with my one-year-younger sister. I tried arguing that since they were both girls (Mom & Sis) and I was a “man”, that they should share a room but Mom would hear nothing of it. She said we’d get a bigger apartment as soon as she could afford it. Well, that day didn’t come for many years and in the meantime, Kris and I got used to being closer than most pubescent siblings usually prefer.

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