extrem incest

As they lay alongside each other, their rapid breaths starting to subside, Jenny spoke softly, “Oh Dad… That was great!!!!! The best. It’s been so long coming. We both wanted it. But… it was worth it. It was - - You were really good!”

“How long?” he asked. “… I didn’t know that you wanted to.”

“You started to look at me when I was a little girl,” she said. “After a while I felt flashes of heat every once in a while. I didn’t know why for a long time; I didn’t know about sex until I was older. And once I did realize what was happening, I was also aware that it was wrong for a daughter to fuck her father. But your looking at me continued to heat me up, especially when I realized that when you were looking at me you were feeling… You were wanting to fuck me!”
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It was on Saturday evening at the dinner table when his oldest daughter Jenny mischievously brought the Laura issue to the forefront. “You know, Laur,” she remarked, “when dad and I were out yesterday, I told him what you wanted him to do for you. Now he has no excuse, he knows exactly what you want,” she finished with a sly grin.

Tom glanced at his wife but apparently the remark meant nothing to her as she didn’t show any interest. She continued eating and glancing over at the TV, which was on in the nearby living room. She was mentally involved in a show.
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I married Lisa about a year ago. She is about 5′-9″ with long wavy blonde hair and a beautiful smile. The one feature that really attracted me to her was her full, firm 36D tits. They are all natural and cause most men to do a double take. She is pretty and also has a well toned body and a heart-shaped ass. Since she is only twenty-two years old you would expect her to be somewhat well maintained because she works out regularly. She pays a lot of attention to her figure because as a young girl she carried a few extra pounds. She enjoys running into guys that remember her as dumpy in school. She really blows their minds. I met her about two years ago and she had already transformed herself to the looker that she is currently. We have a pretty good sex life and she seems to enjoy my 6-1/2″ during our regular lovemaking. She is very creative and can never get enough sex.
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It was a Fall evening and while coming home late I chanced on my older sister Lisa. She was a Goth (one of those people that dressed in all black and fancied they are vampires or supernatural beings) and had been at Ruth’s Goth party. Lisa was intoxicated stating “I am drunk and High…(laughing)wow” and I helped her home. As I took her upstairs with my arm around Lisa she said “are you feeling me up, your hand is so nice on my titty” and giggled. I helped her to her room. Lisa offered “I let Tom the guy from school feel me up but I wished it was you little brother (my face turned beet red)…I am going to change into my pajama’s…I’ll leave Lisa…No you can stay I’ll turn my back” she smiles.
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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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Every summer mother donates me to help my grandparents around the house - painting, trimming and other general duties to both lawn and structure. This year being the first since grandpa had died before last Christmas and so my mother had loaned me out for a full week rather than the traditional weekend!

To say the least, this fifteen year-old dreaded every second - wanting to be a sloth full-time comes much more naturally.

It was one of the hottest and most humid days of the summer up till then. So grandma wore loose fitting shorts, buttoned up shirt and sandals. I wore shorts and not much else. Both of us started to sweat even before we started to work just after breakfast the first morning of my visit.
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I flung my arms about my son with abandon, hugging him fiercely against me.

“Jenny… ? For gods sake the boy has only been gone four months!” That was my husband, Brent’s step-father, Robert.

My eyes were squeezed tight and I held back a sob - it had been harder for me than Robert when Brent went off to an excellent University out east, on a scholarship.

Brent’s arms were pressed tight against his frame and he gasped, “Mom… ?”

Suddenly, I realized I may actually be harming my boy and immediately released him from my loving, but asphyxiating, grasp.
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My story I guess starts when I met my husband and his brother Brad. At the age of 12 Brad was 13 years our junior. During the two years my husband and I dated I got to know brad quite well. He was a cute kid, a bit shy and almost from the beginning started to show signs of a teen boy crush on me. It was so obvious in those early years that even his mom would tease me that I had stolen the hearts of both her sons.

At the age of 14 Brad was in our wedding party and we continued to become close friends and now family, My husband and I moved close to the city so we did not see brad as often but still had him over for the occasional weekend or camping trip. As the years went on Brad was growing up and his little crush on me either disappeared or maybe he just got better at hiding it. He was still sweet to me and on a few occasions I caught him stealing a glance. But then again at that age boys are a ball of hormones and will look at anybody.
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My sister would always follow me around and I considered her a pest. She was twelve at the time while I was fourteen. What I am about to tell you really started at the beginning of our summer vacation.

My father had rented a cottage on the shores of a lake in a resort area not very far from the city in which we lived, and while my mother remained with us at the cottage, he would commute to work every morning and return at six in the afternoon. One day my sister begged my mother to let her have five dollars so that she could go to PineHill and buy a ticket for a rock concert organized by a group of the local rockers. PineHill was barely half a mile from our cottage and we often went there on foot or on our bike. But she hadn’t done any of her choirs during the week and mother, so as to punish her, refused to let her have her allowance money.
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Ricky
He had just celebrated his thirteenth birthday the previous month.
Ever since his tenth birthdays, since the death of his mother, he has been living with his father in the big city.
It had been very difficult at first to accept the death of his mother, his father also had found it hard and even though he was barely a teenager, he could tell that his father missed his mother as much as he did.
As he grew older he concentrated all of his energies in getting good marks in school, but since he didn’t like sport activities much and having no close friends, he was alone most of the time. Then, about a year ago, his father met Barbara, a woman who worked in the same building where his father worked.
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