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      • vicki.zip (6 kb)Vicki (mf,incest)
        I was the third of three children in my family and my older two siblings were from my mothers previous marriage, making them only half-brother and half-sister. Vicki (my half-sister) was the oldest of the three and was the first real woman that I had any real knowledge of. Just my luck, among the most beautiful women I ever meet in my life and she has to be a relative. I have always used her as a standard by which all other women were to be measured by. Vicki had long, straight brown hair and an ample chest -- family traits. My bedroom shared a common wall with her bedroom and another common wall with the bathroom.
      • vickie~1.zip (23 kb)Vickie's Secret by LLIILLII (MF FF inc voy humor)
        "You're a fuckin' liar. If you fuckin' think I believe you're fuckin' sick this morning, you're more of a fucking asshole than I thought." "Don't say that word so much, son. I don't like that." "Try this shit once more and you're fuckin' history, you got that?" I hung up hard on that shit-head Anthony and adjusted my tool belt. It was the third Monday in a row he'd called in. This time it was something he ate. Right. "Son," said Mom, who was standing next to the stove waiting to turn pancakes, "there's really no need to talk to people that way." "There's a need Mom," I said. "Fuckin' Anthony is takin' advantage, and I don't stand for takin' advantage." I sat down at the kitchen table, sipped my black coffee and waited for the pancakes to brown.
      • virgin1.zip (18 kb)Virgin 1. By Jerome Brewster
        Don arrived home from work to find his gorgeous fifteen-year-old daughter Lisa in the living room. The beautiful blonde was crying. Removing his jacket, the man went to sit beside the distraught girl on the couch. Putting his arm around her, Don asked, "What's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" The stunning adolescent threw herself at her father, burying her face in his chest, her hands clutching at his strong shoulders. "Oh daddy," sobbed the beautiful young girl, "I did such a bad thing today... such a bad thing..." "Tell me, baby," replied the man. "What could you have done that would upset you like this?" He stroked her back, even as he became aware of his daughter's large, firm breasts thrusting against him with every gasping breath the beautiful blonde adolescent took.
      • virginia.zip (21 kb)Virginia .. Part 1. By Dick [Little Devil]
        When Virginia Saxton was contacted to tutor Robert Vanderfield in Geography, she was both ecstatic and intimidated. Robert was very popular at her highschool and was a member of both the varsity football team and auto club. His reputation as a sexual hunk was the topic of many a rumor shared by the girls at school. When the instructor asked Virginia to help Robert study for a major test coming up, she was more than thrilled to help him. Robert was in danger of not being able to play in the finals unless he passed Geography. Virginia was a straight "A" student with a reputation of being somewhat shy around boys. She had only dated a couple times and nothing memorable had happened. For a girl as beautiful as Virginia, her social life was pretty lame compared to Robert's.
      • visito~1.zip (5 kb)The Visitor. 2/2
        She was terrified. What if a snake had gotten into the tent? She stopped breathing, afraid that she would spook the snake or spider or what ever it was. She waited in terror for it to move away, wishing that is was all a bad dream, but knowing it wasn't. Whatever it was, it was determinedly crawling up over her breast, heading for the top of the sleeping bag. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she felt it move higher and higher. Then it slipped off the sleeping bag and down onto her shoulder. It was a hand. A hand stealthily groping its way into her sleeping bag. Thank God. It was probably Brian ready for some more fun and games. Then as she felt the hand slowly steal down from her shoulder toward her breast, she realized that it couldn't be Brian's hand. What was happening, she wanted to know.
      • visito~2.zip (13 kb)A Revisit From The Visitor (2/3)
        After several moments, she felt him stop twirling his finger around inside of her. Then without warning, he pulled his finger out of her aching hole. She was disappointed as she felt him run his hand back down her leg and let her skirt fall back down around her thighs. Why had he taken his finger out of her so quickly, she wondered as she waited to see what he would do next. Her wait was momentary as he stood up and took her in his arms. Pulling her to him roughly, he kissed her hard, sending his tongue digging deep inside of her mouth. He kissed her so passionately, it almost took her breath away. They kissed for the longest time before she felt him forcing her to turn around. Wondering what he had in mind, she kept turning until she felt the edge of the table dig into the back of her thighs.
      • visito~3.zip (8 kb)A Revisit From The Visitor (3/3)
        Seth's immense penis was once again battering places inside her pussy that had never felt the hardness of a man's cock before this day. It was unbelievable that he was such a perfect lover at such a young age, she thought as she felt herself tottering on the edge of another cataclysmic orgasm. In and out, in and out, she felt his cock stimulating the entire length of her drenched love gash. It seemed like his cock was growing larger and larger with each stabbing penetration. Then, beginning with a tiny little tingle so deep inside of her pussy she didn't think it would ever make it out, a tidal wave of pleasure gushed out from her pussy and washed over her whole body. "OHHHhhh, Mmyyyy, BBAABBbbiiieeeee," she moaned as her body was consumed by the unholy flames of another incestuous orgasm.
      • visito~4.zip (14 kb)A Revisit From The Visitor (1/3)
        It was late Friday afternoon and it had been almost a week since the Dempsey's had returned from their camping trip. Brian and Catherine were going to take in a movie. Just as the started dressing the phone rang. With a scowl on his face, Brian answered it. After a couple of minutes, Brian slammed down the phone. "Just Great," he growled, "they want me to go to England and straighten up some problems with the new computer." "Oh, No," Catherine pouted. "Damn," he cursed, "and I was planning on a wonderful weekend with you." "How long do you think you will be gone?" Catherine asked him as he picked up the phone and started dialing. "It will be at least Friday before I can start back," he complained.
      • visito~5.zip (14 kb)The Visitor (1/2)
        Catherine Dempsey was growing more weary by the minute as she toiled up the trail behind her husband, Brian. She hoped they were nearing their campsite for the night. Brian had led the way most of the day, picking a path over and through the hot, dusty rocks while she and their son, Seth had obligingly followed in his footsteps. Catherine was getting a double dose of the hot rays of the sun as it beat down on her from above and bounced back up from the quartz speckled rocks below. She could hear Seth grunting and breathing heavily behind her so she stopped for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. She watched him climb up toward her for several moments, admiring his youthful build before she turned and started scaling the hot, glistening rocks once again.
      • voyer.zip (11 kb)VOYEUR DAD (m/f, incest, masturbation)
        The light snapped on. Bryan jumped back from the window, startled, his striped bathrobe flying open as he spun around. "I thought you were asleep," he challenged. His daughter stood framed in the doorway. She stared at his hard cock poking out between the striped edges of his robe like an elephant reaching out with its trunk. Bryan pulled the robe around himself quickly, trying to ignore how it tented out from his lap. Closing her mouth, which had dropped open at the sight of her dad's aroused prick, Deirdre smiled "I was," she replied. "Then I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. Neither could you, I guess." "Just restless" he said.
      • voyerd1.zip (15 kb)Voyeur Dad, parts 1-3 by Dreemluvr (M/f inc)
        My name is Kyle. I'm 35, married, and have a 13 yr. old daughter, Samantha. Sam is a beautiful young girl with long blonde hair and an incredibly hot little body. This is my confession of the obsession I have for her. Every waking thought I have is of Samantha. I am so much in love with her. My goal is to be her first lover. I would never do anything against her will, though. If anything ever happens between us, it will be with her full consent. I love her too much to hurt her. Samantha adores me and has no idea of the things I've done just to get closer to her. For that matter neither does my wife.
      • voyeur.zip (13 kb)(Teen m,f,f,m,m Voy)
        I hit real puberty late, as a result I was always smaller then most boys my age. This added to fact I was nearly six months younger than most of the kids in my school. I discovered masturbation at the age of 13, and wore sores on my member and hand due to the amount of time per day I played with myself. I found that although sex and girls were a vast mystery, I felt the desire and lust deeply. I had done the usual bit of going into my mothers things, i.e.: bra's, panty's and so forth. I remember smelling dirty panties in the bathroom, and that odor that fascinated me. That musky odor that seemed to spark forces deep inside my mind. Dark and foreboding forces of animal pleasure's not yet known. Such was life at age 14 nearly 15. Not much with girls, and knowing there would be more, anxious about what that would be.
      • voyeur~1.zip (15 kb)Voyeur Dad, parts 1-3 by Dreemluvr (M/f inc)
        My name is Kyle. I'm 35, married, and have a 13 yr. old daughter, Samantha. Sam is a beautiful young girl with long blonde hair and an incredibly hot little body. This is my confession of the obsession I have for her. Every waking thought I have is of Samantha. I am so much in love with her. My goal is to be her first lover. I would never do anything against her will, though. If anything ever happens between us, it will be with her full consent. I love her too much to hurt her. Samantha adores me and has no idea of the things I've done just to get closer to her. For that matter neither does my wife.
      • voymom.zip (9 kb)VOYEUR MOM by "Shiva"
        Hardin stepped of the bus and surveyed his surroundings. As he looked about the once familair terrain in the rapidly waning light of dusk, he reached up and pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. The heat and humidity was stifiling here on the East Coast. Accustomed as he was to the cool dry air of the Rocky mountains where he had spent the last two years of his life at Colorado State University, he knew it was going to take a while to reacclimate himself to the local environment. When his parents had divorced right after his graduation from high school, Hardin had elected to take the offered scholarship at CSU. Although his mother, Sharon had begged for him to stay and go to a local college, he felt it would be better if he left so his parents wouldn't be tempted to try to influence how he felt about either of them.
      • voyr_son.zip (7 kb)Voyeur Son
        Even as an adolescent I was a pervert. I spent half my life trying to peek into neighborhood windows and the other half jacking off. The summer I turned 15, I snuck out my window almost every night. I was drawn to other lighted windows like a moth to a flame. After a while I developed a routine. There were several women who always undressed around the same time every night. There was one set that usually went to bed between 10 and 11. I would check them out, return to my house and jack off in my old tree fort, then prowl around again between 12 and 1 when the younger girls had curfews. It was a great scam, but it got boring after awhile. It was also pretty wearing to worry about getting caught.
      • voyson.zip (8 kb)Voyeur Son. By Ed Dippus (mF, inc)
        Even as an adolescent I was a pervert. I spent half my life trying to peek into neighborhood windows and the other half jacking off. The summer I turned 15, I snuck out my window almost every night. I was drawn to other lighted windows like a moth to a flame. After a while I developed a routine. There were several women who always undressed around the same time every night. There was one set that usually went to bed between 10 and 11. I would check them out, return to my house and jack off in my old tree fort, then prowl around again between 12 and 1 when the younger girls had curfews. It was a great scam, but it got boring after awhile. It was also pretty wearing to worry about getting caught.
      • waltons.zip (9 kb)Mounting on the Mountain. By Uncle Mike (mf mff inc)
        In the middle of the bustle of a typical Walton gathering before supper, Jason pulled Erin aside and whispered in her ear. "Tomorrow morning, after our chores, meet me by the old oak at the crossroads. I've got something to show you!" Erin whispered back a question, but Jason shook his head. "You'll see," he said, and then shushed as Grandma gathered them at the big table. Jason and Erin were used to sharing secrets. As a middle boy and middle girl of the Waltons' big family, they got lost in the shuffle a lot, so they clung to each other for support. Both were just about teenagers -- Jason just barely qualifying, Erin almost there. Like all the Waltons, they were tall and rangy, bodies well-conditioned by a life that had no luxuries.
      • wanted.zip (2 kb)SHE WANTED HER DADDY'S DICK
        The last thing I expected when I got home from work was my 16-year-old daughter lying on the couch naked, with her fingers up her pussy! My wife was out of town for the week visiting her sister, and I knew from the moment she left that our daughter was up to something. She started to wear sheer see-through nighties, so short that they didn't even cover her snatch. She never wore panties, and her big firm breasts were always on display. I'd seen her naked before, because we're pretty casual about nudity in our house. But nude is one thing, and wearing obvious FUCK-ME lingerie was another. If she was trying to get me to fuck her, she was going about it the right way. It got so that anytime I was around her I got a raging hard-on.
      • wantin~1.zip (6 kb)WANTING MOM
        The first naked woman I ever saw in my life was my Mom. In those days we lived in a small two-story house that had two bedrooms, the one I slept in and the one Mom and Dad shared before they got divorced. Both bedrooms were on the second floor and were right next to each other. There was also a door between them that was always kept locked. I never thought much about that door until after my Dad left and my Mom slept in the bedroom by herself. The door between our bedrooms was an old one and had a large keyhole, although I never once saw a key or anybody unlock it. When I was younger, the door was always a mysterious thing to me. The doorknobs had long since been taken off the door, and somebody had stuffed a lot of wadded up paper in the keyhole so you couldn't peek through it.
      • war4.zip (6 kb)Rememberances (Mom/Son)
        As far as I can tell, Mom and I have always had a special relationship. She tells me it started after I was born, not yet a week old. My father had left the hospital on my birth night, never to return. Mom says the idea of a family just scared him away. It doesn't matter, I'm glad he's gone. If he were still here, things would have developed much differently. Anyway, Mom said that as an infant, I breast fed with an erection. The pediatrician said that it was normal, but I guess Mom hated to think that I, as a baby, were suffering from blue-balls. Mom said that she used to rub my tiny cock until it went down. I never ejaculated, but she said I had pleasure spasms.
      • war5.zip (8 kb)Mom and Aunt (Mom/Son/Aunt, Inc)
        This fantasy differs from the others, because it involves my Aunt. She is about 8 years younger than Mom, a little shorter and dumpier, but with great breasts. In this fantasy, Mom is gone for the weekend, and Aunt Heather is staying to watch over my brother and me. I am about 15 at the time, and my brother, Tom, is 17. I get home from school Friday afternoon, and Aunt Heather has just arrived, going over last minute instructions with Mom. Tom has been there and left to go to football practice. Mom says her goodbyes to Aunt Heather and me, gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and exits.
      • war7.zip (10 kb)Intimate Watching (Mom/Son Inc)
        I've always been a bit of a watcher. Even at the age of 11, my gaze always aimed straight for naughty stuff. Any woman sitting in a skirt had my eyes glued to her, waiting for those slick covered legs to slightly part, allowing a brief flash of white. My teachers were often the objects of my gaze, every bend, stretch, walk, wiggle, anything was the focus of my attention. I used to hang out at the football field, reading on the bleachers, sitting sideways. Whenever one of the player's Mother would show up to watch, I often got a great view of panties. I wanted to feel my hands slide over their firm thighs, feel their flesh squeeze in my hands, to press my face against the smooth fabric of their panties.
      • war9.zip (4 kb)Generation Gash pt2. (Mom/Son/Grandma Inc)
        Mom returned home about 3:00 in the afternoon, went upstairs and showered. We usually ate around 4:30, so after the shower stopped, I crept upstairs. The door was open a crack, and Mom and grandma were laying in bed together. This time, Mom was on top and there were no toys, just their pussies jammed together. Mom was grinding up and down, close to cumming. "Your son came to me today," Grandma said. Mom started grinding harder. "He came deep inside me, and I told him all...he wants to fuck you now, fuck his Mom, and us together...we wants us all to fuck together." This was too much for Mom. She grunted and stiffened, the collapsed on Grandma. Grandma turned to me and motioned me away...so I left.
      • wartime.zip (2 kb)WARTIME INCEST
        A t.v. program about the babyboom in 1946 here in Holland, where a lot of the fathers were the liberating Canadians, has brought back some memories that I've never ever shared with anyone. that's why I'm writing this. don't ask me why I'm telling you all this what I've kept to myself all these years. I too have a daughter everybody thinks has a Canadian as father. She doesn't even know herself that it's not true. Let me tell you how I got pregnant and by who. first let me tell you about myself. I was born in 1925, as first of a family with 14 siblings, and I have more or less seen my parents make a lot of my brothers & sisters. My father had a very high sexdrive and often disappeared with my mother in their bedroom. I grew up very quickly and before I was 12 I had my period. My breasts also were developing in a steady rate.
      • washhair.zip (2 kb)"Washing Her Hair"
        My sister and I have always been real close and we first passed that forbidden incestuous boundary in the bathtub, of all places. We not only made love, but we lost our virginity to each other as well. My sister didn't invite me to take a bath with her because she wanted to have sex with me, at least I don't think she did. She has incredibly long, blonde hair that reaches past her ass, and she came into my room one day and asked, "I know this is going to sound weird, but will you take a bath with me and help me wash my hair? If you do, I'll make it up to you. It's gotten so long that I have a real problem washing it." She feigned a smile, but I could tell that she had a great deal of trouble asking me the favor.
      • watch.zip (4 kb)Little Sister Watches
        One day, I was home watching a movie by myself, and my sister walked in the door. She was 14 at the time, and just beginning to develop quite nicely, with rounded small breasts. She plopped down on the couch next to me and asked what I was watching, and I pretended like I didn't know, trying to find the remote to turn off the porno I had in the VCR. I couldn't find it, so I had to get up to turn it off. I think she noticed the bulge in my jeans, becuase she said, "You don't have to hide it from me, I'm old enough now..." I was 16 years old and had a steady girlfriend, who was quite experimental, and we had great sex. "Oh, ya, old enuff, huh? You've done it?" I asked. "No, but my friends talk about it all the time. I know enough." "You don't know shit," I said, "You're just a kid!"
      • watch3_4.zip (10 kb)WATCHING MOM. CHAPT 3&4 (mF,voy,inc,anl)
        There were shadows across the bed from the one light that shone through the open bathroom door. At first, Paul thought how much he wanted all the lights on, bright, so he could see every inch of his mother. Then, he began to realize that the shadows were playing with her, too, moving and teasing the outline of her face as she looked at him. They were silent for some time and lay side by side, holding each other. The feel of her milk white breasts against him, flattened, the pinkish nipples like centers of heat, made his cock swell even larger but there was no rush, no hurry. They were facing each other, yes, their lips inches apart. One of his mother's legs snaked over his thigh and then down his leg, holding him tight.
      • watchmom.zip (10 kb)WATCHING MOM. CHAPT 1&2 (mF,inc,voy)
        Paul moved quietly along the side of the house, hoping his eyes would adjust to the dark so that he wouldn't go tripping across a hose or some booby-trap left by his 5 year old brother. He kept his eyes fixed on the window 30 feet ahead from which a pale light was barely reaching out into the night. Just to his right was the rough cedar fence put up to keep the crazy next door neighbors at bay and to give some privacy so Paul and his family could enjoy their swimming pool. To Paul's left was the cool, dark brick of his house and he touched at it for guidance in the darkness, fingertips tracing a path along the uneven surface. There was no sound other than the beating of his heart which was now starting to be a throbbing hammer to his neck.
      • wayson.zip (4 kb)My Wayward Son (FFm/Inc)
        I have been married now for twenty years and have two children and a loving husband. Gerry my husband is six years older than me and a great lover. We indulge in sex every night and have done for all of our marriage (and for some time before). I grew up with a caring family of my own and until I met Gerry I had only had any form of sexual contact with my own family. That is what I said, I have had sex with my father and also my mother. I was the only child and they loved me a great deal. I was only thirteen when I first felt a mans cock inside me and it was my fathers. I have never regretted it and after you hear my story you may begin to understand why.
      • wchmom.zip (10 kb)WATCHING MOM. CHAPTERS 1 & 2
        Paul moved quietly along the side of the house, hoping his eyes would adjust to the dark so that he wouldn't go tripping across a hose or some booby-trap left by his 5 year old brother. He kept his eyes fixed on the window 30 feet ahead from which a pale light was barely reaching out into the night. Just to his right was the rough cedar fence put up to keep the crazy next door neighbors at bay and to give some privacy so Paul and his family could enjoy their swimming pool. To Paul's left was the cool, dark brick of his house and he touched at it for guidance in the darkness, fingertips tracing a path along the uneven surface. There was no sound other than the beating of his heart which was now starting to be a throbbing hammer to his neck.
      • weekend.zip (3 kb)THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE. By William Bloom
        It was Saturday morning, and I was just getting home from spending the night at a friends. My parents were out of town for the three day holiday, and I was supposed to stay at Tim's the whole weekend, but I decided against it Tim's girlfriend showed up and decided she wanted to go out, alone. I threw my gym bag into my room and headed for the kitchen. There was a sound upstairs. My sister was old enough to stay at home, while mom and dad were away. It was still early in the morning, and I figured Cindy was just getting up. I had spent alot of my time, trying to get peeks of her while she took a shower. What do you expect from afifteen-year old? I remember the time I was able to get a picture of her as she stepped out of the shower.
      • wellagin.zip (13 kb)All Shall Be Well Again - (mff, incest)
        Three naked bodies hit the water simultaneously and disappeared. A moment later, three heads broke the surface screaming in unison "Yow, it's cold!" Their traditional yell was truer than usual: notwithstanding the unseasonable heat of Indian Summer, October was pushing the limits of the season for their favorite swimming hole. "Why did I let you two talk me into this?" yelled Jill, her teeth chattering, mostly for effect. Holly's jaw dropped, also for effect. "Who talked who into what?" "Funny," said her brother Terry, "I seem to remember saying 'No way in hell am I going in that water, Indian Summer or no.'" With a glance at each other, brother and sister began splashing their friend for all they were worth.
      • wendy.zip (4 kb)from Family Tales, by Theodore
        My daughter, Wendy, like many young girls, had grown accustomed to wandering around the house in a nightie, or sometimes even her underwear, and I'd grown accustomed to the sight of her. I recognized that she had a lovely young body, and was very buxom, but I didn't really think much beyond that; not much anyway. After she finished high school she worked for a couple of years as a waitress, then as a part-time clerk. She didn't move out of the house, maybe because with the rest of the kids gone, and my wife gone for many years, there was so much room, and I didn't crowd her. I realized a little while back though, that I was seeing more and more of her most evenings. She seemed to trot down the staircase and past me in the living room wearing just a bra and panties more often.
      • whatpa~1.zip (3 kb)What a Party
        This took place after a highly arousing night at a bachelorette party, given for my younger sister prior to her marriage. A party in which too much bubbly was imbibed by all, and where I looked on in shocked amazement as my sister was laid by one of the black strippers hired to entertain her women friends. To make matters worse, Junior, who was awakened from a deep, erotic sleep with a ready-made erection, lost no time in rolling on top of me and fucking me to a gushing climax. And as luck would have it, I was knocked up in the process. Although I now thank the day my son's dick penetrated my body and turned our relationship of mother and son to mother and son/lover, I must confess that when his cock slid deeply into me in one vigorous thrust and I realized what was happening to me.
      • whenth~1.zip (57 kb)When The Parents Are Away, The Kids Will Play (Hetro Incest, Bi Sex, Gang Bang, Anal, Mast, Voy, Rimming)
        Yes I am the author of this and all my other stories. This is one of many handles I have used over the years. If you see any of my stories with other titles anywhere Please let me know!! Also if you see my stories on other sites Please let me know!! Especially Pay sites. They are all doing so without my permission!! This like all my stories are works of fiction!! None of the people in any of my stories are in anyway real or based on real people. I reserve all rights to this story. It may not be transmitted to the public by any means (such as posting to the Internet or to newsgroups) and may not be changed in any way (such as altering the story or title) without my expressed written permission.
      • whileh~1.zip (3 kb)from Family Letters
        I had been married for two years when my husband was called up by the Army Reserves and had to go fight in the Gulf War. Since I had recently been laid off from my job as a computer operator, we decided that the most practical thing for me to do was to go to stay with my father on his farm in Wisconsin. I had a few reservations, for thought I had never mentioned it to David, my husband, my father had tried to spy on me before I left home. I had never let my father know that I was aware of his spying through the small hole between Mom and Dad's bedroom and mine, and maybe I was a little guilty of teasing Dad, for just before I left home, I confess that I got up the nerve to walk around in my room completely naked. But I figured that if Daddy wasn't about to tell Mom, what real harm could it do?
      • whileh~2.zip (3 kb)from Family Letters
        I had been married for two years when my husband was called up by the Army Reserves and had to go fight in the Gulf War. Since I had recently been laid off from my job as a computer operator, we decided that the most practical thing for me to do was to go to stay with my father on his farm in Wisconsin. I had a few reservations, for thought I had never mentioned it to David, my husband, my father had tried to spy on me before I left home. I had never let my father know that I was aware of his spying through the small hole between Mom and Dad's bedroom and mine, and maybe I was a little guilty of teasing Dad, for just before I left home, I confess that I got up the nerve to walk around in my room completely naked. But I figured that if Daddy wasn't about to tell Mom, what real harm could it do?
      • whileu~1.zip (11 kb)While You Were Sleeping by WILD KIXXX
        "It's amazing how much he looks like you, Mike!" Those are the familiar words so often spoken to me by my gorgeous 19 year-old sister Bethany, about her five-year old son "Scott." Bethany is two years younger than me, and because she is a full-time student, as well as a single mother, she is raising Scott here at home with some help from mom and me. I try to help with Scott as much as I can, and Bethany frequently comments on how well I look after Scott, "almost as if he were your own son," she often says. My sister and I get-along pretty well; but this wasn't always the case. I remember about six years ago, things where very different. Growing up in single parent household was difficult enough, but the way Bethany and I frequently fought and argued made everything much worse.
      • whore.zip (7 kb)My Wife the Whore by Boomer (M+/F, inter, infidelity, huml, preg)
        I'm twenty-three and have been married to Cindy who is twenty-two for more than two years. Until an occurrence opened my eyes to the contrary I'd always considered our marriage as solid. Unable to locate something in our bedroom I'd decided to look in Cindy's dresser drawers thinking she may have put it away for me when as I was moving her panties aside I noticed a diary. Unaware Cindy even kept a diary, my curiosity demanded that I take a little peak. Now in retrospect this would prove to be a serious error in judgement on my part.
      • wicked.zip (66 kb)Wicked Love Making (mf,mmf,incest,preg,milk,breast)
        My name is Annabel, but everyone calls me Anna or just Bel. We, that is, my then 15-year-old-son John, and his 1-year younger brother Tim, lived out on the planes of Texas. We had lived there ever since the dreadful accident that changed my life in a brutal way. It was only 2 months after the birth of Tim. My husband and I had been married for almost 2 years, loving each other immensely, but life isn't always kind. Michael worked at a big ranch and was chief when it came to handling cattle, however in a dreadful moment he was smacked against the boards by a bull, leaving him all paralyzed. One week later, Michael died.
      • wifetest.zip (5 kb)Testing the Wife. By Boomer (M/F, infidelity, impreg)
        My name is Bill. I'm twenty-seven-years old and am married to Alicia whom at twenty-five is the picture of beauty itself and way to nice for me. At least that's what I've always thought. Alicia and I married when she was only nineteen. Although she wasn't a virgin -- a year earlier she'd had a badly judged one night stand with an older man who stole her virginity. No man could ask for a more loving and supportive wife. My problem began once I started questioning "why/how she could be satisfied with me.
      • wildays.zip (23 kb)Wild Days
        My parents handed me a twenty dollar bill when they left for the cottage, and told me to stay out of trouble. This was the first time they'd left me alone for an entire weekend and I was determined not to disappoint them. Rather than go out with friends on Friday night, I stayed home to watch TV, then early to bed with the alarm clock set and up at the crack of dawn. I began mowing the lawn and was finished well before ten o'clock. It felt good to be responsible. I took a long, hot shower, paying particular attention to my eager young cock. I didn't jerk off, but I wanted to. The doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the bath tub. Everyone in town seemed to know my parents and sister had gone to the beach, and I assumed the visitor was one of my friends.
      • wildhous.zip (3 kb)WILD HOUSEHOLD
        Seeing as your magazine is all about family love, I thought that I would share my family's story with you. Please do not print my address, as the lifestyle we practice could get a lot of us thrown in jail. To begin with, our family believes in incest, and we have been marrying and begetting our children within the family for generations. In our family, it is tradition that a girl's father gets her cherry, and most likely fathers her first child. For boys, their mother does the honors. Hell, I have cousins who have practically married their mothers. Their fathers usually don't mind, because they have a couple of young daugh- ters that need constant attention. Like I said, it is a boy's mother that gives him his first piece, and my mother was no exception to that rule.
      • wlp-128.zip (104 kb)Brother And Sister by Brad Allison
        Nancy Goodman softened in her boyfriend's embrace and held her mouth up for a kiss, shivering as she felt his right hand slip from her waist toward her bulging blouse. Henry Walton was rather good looking and smooth, she liked to date him, he was the right age for her, twenty-one to her seventeen, but somehow the sparks did not really fly when they were together. She was much too aware of the couple in the back seat, her own handsome blond brother Steve and her best girlfriend, Toni Allen. On the drive from town, where the four had gone to an outdoor movie in the Walton family sedan, Toni and Steve had started playing around, and now Toni's pleased giggles and certain movements in the shadows of the rear seat told Nancy that Toni was really having a bundle of fun.
      • workou~1.zip (4 kb)Workout by Dreemluvr (m/F inc)
        Jason King was a typical 15 year old kid. He played every sport imaginable, lived for rock-n-roll, and was horny 24 hours a day. He was good looking, with dark brown hair and a well-developed body that gave him the appearance of an 18 or 19 year old. Jason lived alone with his mother, having lost his father two years ago in an auto accident. Jason’s mom was only 34 years old, and according to his friends looked just as hot as a girl half her age. Lisa King was a former model and actress and the years in the limelight kept her very aware of her body. She spent hours in the gym maintaining her figure and enjoyed showing off her body to Jason’s friends. She was very aware of how a young man’s hormones are raging at 15 and took thorough delight in the tease.
      • wwdaddy.zip (42 kb)Wally World Daddy. By Dick Gozinya
        A Wally World Giant Store probably seems a poor place to find romance, but Don VanHorn wasn't looking for romance. He had a developed a taste for young stuff. And, for that, the middle-aged college professor had found that the Wally World store in the small, southern rural community where he lived offered excellent hunting grounds. On weekends, especially weekends around the first of the month when all the welfare families received their checks, the store was literally jammed with possibilities. There were the young welfare moms, some no older than 14 and 15, pushing their shopping carts around with a baby in the cart seat. Some of them were very erotic to VanHorn, especially if they exhibited his favored fantasy body-tall, very thin, long legs, tiny butt and tiny breasts.
      • wwdaug7.zip (3 kb)Wicked Willing Daughter pt 7
        As Jenni had been relating to me her experience with Ann, she had continued to manipulate my cock at the same time. I was at the point where we both decided it was time for a break from the story. I peeled off my shorts and straddled the deck lounge chair where she sat. We adjusted the back until Jenni's head was at the right height and angle for me to mouth fuck her. I leaned into her, and she encircled the throbbing cock head with her lips, drawing it deep into her oral cavity. Jenni changed the angle of her head slightly, and I began to fuck through her mouth and down into her throat. Jenni was becoming very accomplished at deep-throating and only gagged a couple of times--at least until I blasted her gullet with several heavy spurts of cum from my cock!
      • xmom.zip (8 kb)X-RATED MOM (mF, inc, cons, roman)
        When I started watching that XXX movie of my brother's, I never dreamed that I would wind up in a XXX episode of my own--with my own mother! I was only 17 at the time, a senior in high school. On a Friday night late, around 1:30, I couldn't sleep, so I got up and slipped quietly downstairs, wearing just a pair of jockey shorts. I had a video-porno tape that belonged to my brother, who was away at college. I popped myself some popcorn in the kitchen and then put the tape in the VCR and turned it on, with the sound low so as not to disturb the rest of the family.
      • xmothe~1.zip (22 kb)Mother's Milk. By B. Traven
        Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table. "Mom?" No answer. He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help.
      • x-rated.zip (8 kb)X-RATED MOM by Roderigo (mF, inc, cons, roman) When I started watching that movie of my brother's, I never dreamed that I would wind up in a pisode of my own--with my own mother! I was only 17 at the time, a senior in high school. On a Friday night late, around 1:30, I couldn't sleep, so I got up and slipped quietly downstairs, wearing just a pair of jockey shorts. I had a video-porno tape that belonged to my brother, who was away at college. I popped myself some popcorn in the kitchen and then put the tape in the VCR and turned it on, with the sound low so as not to disturb the rest of the family.
      • yngkathy.zip (7 kb)Young Kathy Benson (mf, inc, mast)
        Kathy Benson was eleven years old. She was no more naive than other girls her age, and she knew no more about sex than her contemporaries. She knew how babies were made, but little else. Kathy had never had a sexual thought or urge. She had never masturbated. She was a young girl who played with dolls and sometimes giggled like a child. She didn't worry about being a head taller than her friends, being 5'4" didn't bother her and she did not know that she was sexually attractive to males much older than her. Tommy was Kathy's cousin, whom she met for the first time when he matriculated at the local university. Tommy was almost 19 years old, and lived over a thousand miles away with his mom and dad, who was the brother of Kathy's mother.
      • young.zip (4 kb)
        It is Saturday about 3 p.m. and Bobby is due home from college any minute now. It has been about 6 weeks since I have seen him and I am looking forward to it. Doing my usual Saturday household chores, I have already changed the sheets on Bobby's bed, cleaned his room and done the washing. Bobby always brings home some clothes for me to wash. I hear Bobby come in the door and rush to meet him. I put my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He gives a superficial hug back. He has never been one to hug his mother with enthusiasm. We sit in the living room and talk for a few hours. It is nice to have him here with Bob gone. It gives me a chance to talk to him privately.
      • youngsis.zip (6 kb)THE YOUNGEST SISTER
        It was after midnight, my parents were sound asleep and I was watching the late show when Kathy, my seventeen year old sister, suddenly walked into the den. To my utter surprise her blond haired, blue eyed, 36"-22"-34" Teeny Bopper body was decked out in a flimsy see-through nightie. In the dim lighting I could easily see the outline of her voluptuous breasts. They swayed firmly from side to side without so much as a hint of a sag. Her dark auroras were the size of silver dollars and they were capped with one inch protrusions as fat as my thumb tips. As if the sight of her magnificent nipples weren't enough to awaken my unbrotherly interest, her hemline played a forbidden game of peek-a-boo with the crotch of her panties.
      • youthf~1.zip (9 kb)Youthful Passion: A Brother and Sister's Story by Moist Dreams
        We didn't know it then, but through our younger years my sister, Elanna and I engaged in several acts that would definitely be classified as 'incest.' I do feel that incest is wrong now, and although we don't talk about it, I think Elanna does as well. But that doesn't keep me from looking back on our curious innocence with fond memories, it certainly didn't seem wrong at the time, and no one ever told us any different. Just so you know, I am married now, and I love my wife very dearly. I would never want her to learn about these experiences of my youth, lest they should hurt her. It kills me to keep anything from her, but I just couldn't live with myself if I told her and she couldn't accept it.
      • zmydau~1.zip (9 kb)Shylocks Story Pages. By ACHILLES
        Tony wasn't looking forward to the weekend, or the week that followed come to that. His wife Jo had gone to visit her mother and she would be away that long, leaving him with all the housework, cooking and running his daughter to school and all the activities that she busied herself with. Oh well, it could be worse he supposed. His daughter Jill was fun to be with, full of the enthusiasms of the average fifteen year old. She and he had always been close ever since she was born. He remembered wistfully the hours he used to pace up and down in the middle of the night when she was a baby, patting her back to get up the wind that had woken her and started her screaming, changing her nappies and bathing her. All the messy jobs that Jo reckoned were his contribution to the upbringing of their only child.
      • zstren~1.zip (6 kb)"Strengthening Family Bonds" by Troy Haven
        I found out what was going on completely by accident, and maybe I should have been surprised, but I wasn't. I guess in the back of my mind I suspected it all along. I mean, they were extremely close. I'm sure that questions about the true depth of their relationship had surfaced once or twice in my mind. But there was never anything I could put my finger on, so I probably shrugged the feeling off. Then one day I came home early from work and everything became crystal clear. When I saw the car in the driveway, I recognized it and thought nothing of its presence. I entered the house happily, looking forward to relaxing with my wife and family. As soon as I stepped through the doorway and heard my wife's deep moans of pleasure, I knew that my happy homecoming had become a rude awakening.












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