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Jennifer slept well, relaxed from her back-to-back orgasms, but was up before the sun searching father-daughter incest fantasies on her computer. She was shocked to discover how many sites were devoted to the topic. It's at least fairly common, she decided, if not completely healthy to fantasize about having sex with your daughter. Most of the sites were either crude pictures of teenage girls having sex with middle-aged men or erotic sex stories about incest. Several sites appeared to be academic discussions of incest, but ended up being the same crude pictures and poorly edited stories. She finally concluded that it wasn't a unique fantasy and that, unless acted upon, it was ultimately harm

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

" Deb asked. Sam sipped her coffee, put the cup down, "Reddit, and Motherlove.com." "Really?" I said, "I knew there were a lot of Reddits, but not that." Sam smiled, "Reddit has a lot of subs dealing with Incest." "Just talking about it?" Deb asked. "Well, some discussion ones. But also lots of stories of incestual encounters." "What's the other one?" I asked. "That's a p**n site that has a lot less filters. A lot of videos that purport to be incest."

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

He is not actually here, but pretending like this amps everything up, makes the heat between my legs burn even stronger, I thought to myself, my free hand moving up to squeeze my breast, fingers pinching the nipple hard through the thin bra, sending sparks straight down to my core. I kept the pace going, fingers thrusting faster now, my breathing turning into short gasps that filled the room. “Do you like seeing me finger this soaking wet pussy while I think about my stepbrother’s fat dick? Tell me what you would do to me if you were in his place, pounding away.” Right then, a private message popped up in a side window, not from the regular chat stream. It came from some anonymous handle tha

I had a mischievous grin as I asked, "What kind do you like?" "Girls together and couples, but not the crazy, fake moaning ones. There's this website I'm on all the time that has a subreddit for something called passion porn. A bunch of it is amateur stuff, but the people love each other or have a really strong connection that you can see. It totally gets me off. What about you?"

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Grab a fan, not the bid button. CHAPTER ONE Mike's first thought was "What the hell?" The site wasn't exactly on the up-and-up. It ran like a digital brothel, the kind he'd dipped into regularly since his marriage crumbled once the kids hit high school and gained some real freedom. Sure, he could snag a date if he tried. But why bother? All that effort for maybe nothing. The platform let him dial in precisely what he craved for an evening. Brunette or blonde. Kinky twists or straight vanilla. Full rack or perky handfuls. And the guarantee they were vetted clean. Branches dotted around, and he scored big living just an hour from the nearest one.

The bed was in the opposite corner of the room from the desk, so I wasn't perfectly behind Erin, but she would still have to turn to see me. I pulled a blanket up and over my legs and started to explore. I really like a slow build to my orgasms, and I was especially trying to be subtle while Erin was in the room. I pulled out my phone and went to my favorite fan fic sites to find something good (no judgment!). It was all the same stuff. I began the endless scroll of trying to find something good. Nothing.

I tried to ignore the thought, but it was hard since this new girl has the exact same schedule as I do. By fourth period, Janea needed blood again, so we did that before class this time. It got weird when the new girl came in right behind us. This can’t be a coincidence; I need to press her now while we’re alone. “You’re going to have to wait Janea, I need to talk to this girl.” I said. “Whaatt?!” she whined. I walked towards the girl slowly, “So, Lilianna, is it?” “Yes, that’s my name. And yours?” She said, her voice still soft.