extrem incest

The last five years of my life have been pretty much shit. When I married my wife she was a total babe, now she has gained over a hundred pounds and adding more each day. It’s getting to the point where she just asks me to bring more food to her. She won’t get up to help herself.

My daughter, Beth and I had a thing between us for years. She loved turning me on. It first started when she was around fifteen or so. She would never lock the bathroom door when she was taking a bath. Many times I had seen her beautiful young body in the nude.
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My name is Beth. I am daddy’s little girl and very sexy. I know this because my daddy has always told me how sexy I am. He’s worshipped my body for years now, and this is me telling you how my daddy got his large penis inside my tight little cunnie. For the longest time, I was afraid of my daddy. He was so big and powerful, with huge arms, and long legs. His eyes were dark brown, and I thought he had to be a bad guy because of the depths of darkness I saw in them. They were so dark sometimes that they looked black as coals. My daddy’s hair was jet black too, so silky and smooth, his hair was always fixed perfectly.
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Mary’s story:

I can’t say when it started, but maybe when I was about 8 years old I had really gotten to hate my mother. I don’t know exactly why, it just seemed that she was always picking on me for every little thing. She was a ‘Goody-two-shoes’ and a neat freak. Yeah… she was a freak all right.

And yeah, maybe my father had a lot to do with it too. It seemed that he was never around and I think the real reason for that was that he couldn’t stand her either. I think that if she wasn’t such a witch that he wouldn’t have been spending all of his time in work.
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John slowly opened his daughter’s bedroom door and looked. His daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn’t move. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.

He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter’s body. The smell was good… soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
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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 around eight o’clock on a Friday evening. I was sitting on the sofa, reading when Jessie appeared from her room in panties and a short T-shirt. She greeted me with her usual,
“Hi, Daddy.” I put down the book and said, “Hi, Jessie, what’s up?.” She asked, “Do you want to see something new I got?” I was curious, she wasn’t carrying anything, so I said, “Sure, honey, what have you got?” She took the hem of her T-shirt and raised it to her chin revealing a pair of small breasts. They looked so sweet, standing out just over an inch, tipped with erect pink nipples. I was captivated. I asked, “How long have you had those, Jessie?” “Only a couple of months and they’re growing every day.”
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“What is it?” Marsha Jensen asked her father, a look of seriousness crossing her lovely young face. “Did I do something wrong? Why did we come all the way up here for a talk?”
Mark glanced out at the lake through one of the cabin windows. The sun was just beginning to set, and it cast a golden, shimmering glow across the lake that was almost blinding. He lit a cigarette, ignoring his daughter’s question for the moment. At three o’clock that afternoon, wondering whether he ought to bring Julie up to the cabin for another session of wild lust, his decision came to him.
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102 Maple Street

Darla sat cross-legged, watching television as she folded clothes. Her brothers were playing basketball outside in the driveway. She could hear the thud of the ball as they dribbled up and down in front of the basket hung on the garage. She glanced at the clock, then put down the T-shirt she had been folding. It was time to get them in for supper. Papa would be home soon and she wanted everything to be ready when he arrived. Since their mother had left last year, Darla had taken on the duties of cook, housekeeper and babysitter.
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