Erotica Stories Incest Novels & Stories

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“Mmm… please… ahh… I need it… oh god…” Tears streamed down her face as she writhed. “Please… Uncle Ethan… I’m sorry… I need to cum… mmm… ahh… please let me… ohhh…” He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “Who do you belong to, Clara? Say it.” “You!” she cried out. “My uncle! I belong to my uncle… only you… please! Mmm… ahh!” Only then did he relent, his mouth latching onto her clit with fierce suction while three fingers thrust deep and fast

But I reeled it right back in with the next question I popped off, "And how long have been writing stories about... incest?" He closed his eyes, and I watched his neck bulge as he swallowed several more times. When he finally answered, he spoke quietly, "Six years." Oh. So he started writing incest p**n from the get go. I absently wondered if his first erotica story had been on that subject. I'd be lying if I said this conversation wasn't erotic as hell to me. Feeling inspired, I asked, "What made you start?"

Another five grand. Oh God. Who was this person? He just had ten thousand dollars laying around to watch some stranger online fist herself on camera? I reached over and grabbed the lube on the bedside table. I poured the liquid all over my already juicy cunt. And then I pushed my fingers back into my pussy and gave him the words he requested to hear. “This hurts so much Uncle Aiden.” This is wrong…it’s so incestuous. But the craziest fucking thing was–after I said the words–I got wetter. The taboo nature turned me on like nothing ever had before. And this had me fist fucking myself faster.

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

"For starters mom would never go for that. And for another thing, she's our mother." "Oh, so you'd fuck your sister but not your mother. What's the difference?" I just fixed her with a blank look because seriously I had no answer. She was right. If I was willing to fuck her then it wasn't much of a leap to do it with mom. Incest was incest regardless whether it was with my sister or my mother. "Want to know a secret?" Cassie whispered. "Sure," I mumbled, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of having sex with my mother.

“Tonight I decided to give my dirty little secret slut exactly what she needs, two cocks instead of one.” He shoves me onto my back and climbs between my trembling legs. His thick cock slaps wetly against my swollen, sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I gasp at the contact. “Tell him, Sandra, tell Derick how long you’ve been fucking your stepfather behind your mom’s back.” My cheeks burn hot with shame but my hips roll up desperately, begging for more. “Months,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I’ve been letting daddy fuck me for months. I can’t stop and I don’t want to stop.”

“Love you too. Please, Damon. I need—” “I know what you need.” He picks up the pace, driving into me harder, faster. One hand moves to my clit, rubbing in perfect circles. “One more,” he growls. “Give me one more and then I’ll fill you up. Fill this perfect pussy with my cum.” The dirty talk combined with his skillful fingers pushes me over the edge. I come one final time, my pussy clamping down on him like a vice. “Fuck!” He buries himself deep and I feel him pulse, flooding me with his release.