Forced Incest Stories Novels & Stories

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

My mother lounged in the armchair like a depraved empress, her smirk filthy and feral as she watched me struggle to process the twisted game she’d set in motion. “Darling,” she drawled, “don’t play the innocent now. You’ve been fucking my husband for weeks. Did you think I’d stay blind? Did you think I wouldn’t want a taste?” My mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was dead right—I’d been screwing Christian, my stepdaddy, for almost a month. The guilt had clawed at me, but his thick shaft filling me, the way he fucked me senseless—it was an addiction I couldn’t kick. But this? Her stepping in, turning it into her own pornographic show? That was beyond anything I’d imagined.

His strong hard muscles made it squeezed in easily. He would tense up every time, jaw clenched and breathing heavier. But that only made me push harder. Besides it was just him and I in this big house for weeks. And I was tire of pretending--I wanted him to finally touch and fuck me. I know his blood and I think this would be incest but I don't care anymore. I just want to feel him.. .... One evening, while we were sitting on the couch watching a movie, I turned to him with big innocent eyes and asked something totally off- course

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

In one swift, violent motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and ripped them down her legs, discarding them onto the floor like trash. Before she could even register the cold air, he was back, his fingers diving into her heat. He worked them inside her with a brutal, rhythmic precision, his thumb grinding against her until Rissa’s back arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. She was helpless, a moaning mess until the first wave hit her so hard she let out a choked scream, her body trembling as she squirted against his hand. Ronan pulled his hand back, his eyes dark and victorious. He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely

Her pussy squeezed his cock as she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries. Clara followed moments later. Orgasm hit her hard and her body shook violently. Vincent could not hold back any longer. He pulled out of Sara and thrust back into Clara. With a deep groan, he exploded inside her. Thick cum flooded her pussy, filling her up to the brim. He kept thrusting as he came, pumping deep inside his stepdaughter. He pulled out and quickly moved to Sara. He slid his still spurting cock into her and continued cumming. Load after load pumped into her tight pussy until both twins were overflowing with his cum. Thick white seed leaked from their stretched holes and dripped onto the sheets.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

"Good. You'd better. I'm already addicted to having my brother's cock inside me." Her words were making me hard again, my dick lightly poking into her stomach, but as her breathing deepened I realized she was already asleep. Closing my eyes, I quickly joined her, welcoming the incest-filled dreams that followed, knowing that we'd spend the rest of our lives together living them out in reality.