extrem incest

I lay in my bed, staring up at my ceiling fan. Thinking about my sexy little, timid, shy mother, Barbara. With my cock raging hard, I had to alleviate some pressure by masturbating. Somewhat relieved after the fresh cum began spurting from my cock head all down my shaft and my hand. But jerking off always left me kind of cold especially once you have had your cock buried in my mother’s hot cunt. I remember having her pinned up against the wall of her bedroom. Taking her from behind. I always knew if I were to fuck mom, it would be doggy style first. I was just starting to get her to cum. Then all of a sudden she pulled away from me. Her small plump body all sweaty and oily made her getaway easy, slipping from my strong grip. Her face was all flustered and red as she began to put her clothes back on. She took one final glance at my long erect cock before she left the room. So there I was left with a hard on that never got satisfied. Mom never said anything. But I knew the sensations and pleasures of sexual intercourse were all but too overpowering for her. She always thought she could do without sex. Course that only fuelled my intense sexual desire for my mother’s body. But that night, I left it at that. Respecting her decision. I remember staring at her through dinnertime. Thinking about fucking her right over the kitchen table. Barbara knew what was on my mind. Nervously she avoided making eye contact with me. I could see her chest rising and falling in her deep breaths. My father paid no mind to our exchanged glances. After he finished eating he left right away of course. Mom was up and about the second he left. Trying to keep busy. She took the dishes to the sink and started washing them. I sat there, no appetite for my food. My hunger only for that of my mother. I stood up from the dinner table and walked up behind her. Reaching my arms through her waist. And started helping her scrub the plates. Barbara did not react at first. I looked as she began washing a glass. I watched as she inserted the scrubbing brush inside of it. In and out. The soap being beaten into a white foamy froth. I never thought doing dishes could be so erotic. I pushed into her body closer. My penis already tenting out of my shorts. Gently poking her in the ass. Mom gasped and dropped the glass, shattering it in the sink. She broke away from me once more, running into her bedroom.
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It was a cold winter night and my mom was just getting
in from her Friday night bar hopping. Usually, she’d
undress and passout on her bed. I’d then go and tuck
her under the covers, but this time was different. My
mom got undressed but this time she crawled into bed
with me. She put her arm on across my chest, told me
she loved me, kissed me on the lips and fell asleep.
Her nipples were pressing against my body and I got
erect fast and hard. I was 16, but thin and scrawny,
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We live on a farm, my beautiful wife and my young beautiful daughter.
Jackie, my daughter was quite a tomboy but she always wore a sweatshirt,
Levi mini skirt and tennis shoes and very often she would help me in the
garage with either the farm equipment or the car or the truck. She was a great
helped but really I wished that she was a boy. One Saturday afternoon I was
working on the car and there wasn’t much room under there. Here was the problem:
I had to hold two bolts, then string a wire and hold another bolt…all at the
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I grew up with a single-parent, my mother. She was a juvenile mother only fourteen and some months when she gave birth to me. Her upstruck parents threw her out but had the decency to provide for her while she attended school, but when she was old enough to go to university they stopped the money and left her on her own. Anyhow she managed to bring me up, take a degree and work at the same time.

By the time she was twenty-six she had taken her degree and started to work and by the same time I started to get curious about girls. More then curious obsessed. So obsessed with what they looked like without any clothes on that I came up with this waterproof idea how I could get into their locker-room, hide and study all these naked girls. Of course I got caught and my mother was called to the headmaster’s.
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“She’s your daughter Roger, you sort it out!” my mother was saying loudly.

“She is our daughter,” my father responded just as loudly, “why don’t you sort it out for a change?”

Mum and dad were arguing yet again, as usual the topic was me, though for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what it was I had done this time. I’d heard them arguing from upstairs, but I couldn’t make out their words so I’d snuck down to listen outside the living room door.

“I’ve washed my hands with her,” mum snapped, “she’s almost eighteen and doesn’t listen to a bloody word I say and it’s your fault.”
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This is a story that was written for me by my friend, Sharon G., so I thought I would share it with ya’ll. I have rewritten & edited it slightly. I hope ya’ll will enjoy it as much as I did!

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This is another story for Janie, dedicated to her, so enjoy!

Joanne woke up in her bed, naked, as she’d went to sleep, for
clothes always felt a bit too limiting in bed. She woke
up for her mother called,”Jojo! Come for breakfast,dear! And
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I was so excited, just me and my Dad alone. I was always trying to make him proud and please him. He was always so busy working, there were so many nights I went to sleep before he returned home. Then when he was home, I had to share him with my mother and brother. But during the summer my brother went away to camp and I stayed home. My mother was busy golfing and going to the beach, so I spent most of my time alone.

One Thursday night my father announced to me to pack some clothes for the weekend, he was taking me camping. I was so happy! I remember dancing back to my bedroom to pack some things. Just me and Daddy! I couldn’t remember when we were alone last. I put together some things and went to sleep with a big smile on my face. I was going to be really good, maybe Daddy would want to spend more time with me.
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I don’t know why, but I was blessed (cursed?) with an incredible memory of things long past with recollections of things that even happened when I was a baby. But, this particular memory goes back to when I was around 3 1/2 years old. My mother had just had another baby girl. I was the 7th child with six older sisters and now I had a seventh. My mother was 36 when I was born. Now she was 39.

She breast fed everyone of us. I was born 18 months after the sister just older than I. So, based on how long I suckled at my mother’s breast (over two and a half years), she must have been weaned early to make room for me. Now, I was observing her nursing my new little sister on a constant basis. It could either have triggered memories for me, or more likely, I just got jealous of my little sister being held and nuzzling my mother’s tits. But, I don’t ever remember resenting that sister. I was three years older.
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What’s next was simple enough for Derek. He got to his feet, positioned himself over his mom nd laid into her hard! His cock had never felt the rapture of a wet fuck, let alone his own flesh and blood! Cindy’s legs put a death grip around her boy’s ass. Mandy crawled onto the bed, removing her shorts and standing on her knees next to mommy.
“Sit on her face Bunny!” Derek gasped, and with a very ‘dreamlike’ deja-vu, Mandy swung her leg over mommy’s face, perching her little slicker onto Cindy’s mouth. Mandy’s anus stretched and yawned over her mother’s nose as Cindy darted her tounge upward, finding Mandy’s (not so tiny) clit! Like mother, like daughter, little Mandy’s shit was hangin low like a punching bag!
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Mother looked up from where she sat on the stool before her vanity mirror as I approached from behind. Without my shoes, I walked softly across the hard wood floor like a memory out of my youth. She watched me with her wide green eyes, a smile pleased, but nervous, smile on her full red lips.

It had been a delightful evening. Just a mother being spoiled by her loving adult son. We dinned at a fine restaurant that mom would never have been frugal enough to enter if I was not paying - we danced to ancient tunes played by an ageing piano player and his young sexy lounge singer. Mother drank at least six glasses of fine wine - most of the bottle that I had bought. And we ate several courses of exquisitely prepared food.
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