extrem incest

Until she reached the age of twelve, my young sister and I used to sleep in the same room. Linda, that’s my sister, is two years younger than I am and until that time we had been living in a two bedrooms apartment and there was no other choice on the matter. When she turned twelve, mother and us two kid, we moved into a larger apartment since mother got a promotion at the statistics agency where she was working and we now could afford it.

After moving into our new apartment with its three bedrooms, mother felt much better since my sister and I, we no longer had to sleep in the same room. More often than once, I had heard mother say that it was not proper for a boy of fourteen to be sleeping in the same room as his sister. Of course at the time I couldn’t exactly see why she was making such a fuss about a small detail like that, it certainly wasn’t bothering me that much.
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Heather lay in her bed and listened to the rhythmic squeak of the old fashioned bed springs that came from her son’s room. Chris rarely gave her any cause for worry, but these days he seemed obsessed about playing with himself. She knew that teen boys masturbated, but it seemed as if Chris did it all the time. Whenever he was in the bathroom, and she passed by, she could hear the whiff, whiff sound of skin on skin. Even now, just a few minutes after going to bed, she could hear the telltale noises from his room. Heather tried to ignore the sounds of squeaking bed springs, but she couldn’t ignore her urge to investigate. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and got up.
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Tracy was somewhat of a throwback for her age. Having just turned sixteen she was a young girl living in the age of the new millennium but with a fondness for the retro fashion and lifestyle of the 70’s. Her hair the color of summer wheat spilled to her shoulders with braided plaits that she wove around her head as if it were a halo. Tracy’s eyes were a hypnotic blue that glimmered like chips of Arctic ice.

Even her taste in music reflected the feel of a time when freedom and love were evident in the songs that filled the airwaves. Tracy’s favorite was Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl”, one that she was now listening to on her CD player as she dressed for the trip with her father.
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Ok, I found some time to write this second true story in Word. This happened a year and a few days since my first sexual act with uncle mike. The weekend is coming up, and my mom & step dad had to go away. There marriage needed some spicing up. Robbie went away with his class on a trip to boston. (That is a state in the u.s.a.). my parents didn’t want to leave me home alone, so they asked Mike if I could spend the weekend. My evil step dad didn’t want him to sleep in his bed. He didn’t care if I had to sleep on the couch.
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Rob came home from school a little earlier than expected this afternoon. I guess it was just too beautiful a day for him to spend another hour studying frogs in biology. I had my closet door open and was using the full length mirror inside the closet to check out one of my new swim suits. When he walked by my room, I was looking over my shoulder at my ass in the mirror which caused me to stick out my ass in the most provocative way. From the door to my room, Rob had the greatest view. “Checking yourself out, Sis?” he taunted.
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Emily, Audrey’s neighbor blabs out the story of how she had used a love potion on her husband the previous night. While Audrey scoffs at the tale, not believing in the likes of such things as love potions and aphrodisiacs, she wonders if there might really be such a thing. Hearing Emily go on and on about it, Audrey decides to give it a try. It might put a little love life back in her marriage of eighteen years, she thinks. Finding out where to get it, she buys some from a crafty old black woman. Then she sets out to seduce her husband, Henry when he comes home from work. But unknown to her, he calls home to tell her that he has to spend the night in the city wining and dining a client. and won’t be home. She isn’t there and so he leaves the message with their teenage son, Perry, who is supposed to be spending the night with a friend. Blissfully ignorant, she sets the seduction scheme into motion and awaits the arrival of her husband. Then, when it is too late to stop her wicked plot, she finds herself alone for the night with her teenage son, Perry…
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I had just finished another argument with my mother over me not finding a wife and providing her with grandchildren. We’ve been having these arguments once a week now. Before, it wasn’t so bad. She’d get on me about not having a wife and children every couple of months. I was becoming sick and tired listening to the same bullshit. She just wouldn’t get off my back.

I think all this arguing stems from the time when I was a boy. Back then my mother always wanted more kids around, but my father felt one was enough. So, when I didn’t hold on to girlfriends for longer than a year at a time, my mother saw this as a sign that I would turn out just like my dad and never have any kids. My father has since passed on and mother lives alone in their house. She’s a real hotty even now at the age of 42. She has a cute round face, permed black hair, and heavy tits. Her best feature, in my horny opinion, is her plump round ass. I can’t begin to tell you how many loads I’ve released thinking about fucking that juicy ass of hers.
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Here is another story from my collection. I do not know who the author is. If anyone knows, please let me know who it is. Thanks.

Mom Was a Twin

Aunt Jill is my mom’s twin. As a child, we’d see Aunt Jill two or three
times a year, either when we drove to visit her or when she’d ride the
train to spend time at our house. Aunt Jill loved the train rides, and she’d
always spend the first several hours of her visits telling us about the
trip. I loved to hear the stories and always asked her if I could ride the
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MOTHER’S MILK

The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making
visibility almost impossible. Wayne struggled to see out the
window of his Jeep Cherokee. His mother, Krista sat in the
other bucket seat peering out through the suffocating deluge of
water. Every few moments, Krista turned and looked out the rear
window for a few seconds before looking back to the front.

“I hope that they are okay,” she mumbled.

“Oh, they’ll be fine,” Wayne told her, hoping that he was
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Later that same day I was in the den watching TV in just my shorts. I had been thinking of what happened earlyer and my cock had worked its way down my left leg hole. Just then Debbie came walking into the den. One look at her and my cock grew another three inches, making the head just poke through the bottom on my shorts. She had on the shortes mini skirt I had ever seen, plus a shirt that she had tied around her waist. Non of the buttons on the shirt were buttoned and it bloused away from her body so I could see the outline of her tits.
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