Incest Fantasy Confession Novels & Stories

Some nights I used two toys at once—one stretching my pussy, the other buzzing against my ass—trying to mimic the impossible fantasy of being filled everywhere at once. I’d cry into my pillow from the intensity, from the shame, from the fact that no matter how hard I came, the hunger only grew teeth. My body had become a traitor, slick and swollen before Lauds, nipples hard enough to ache against my habit, my clit throbbing with every step down the corridor. I was twenty-two, supposed to be pure, and instead I was a walking ache, a secret slut hiding under layers of black wool and whispered Latin. Then Father Dean arrived.

He looked down at the semen covering his stomach and groin, feeling it cooling on his skin after he'd jerked off to some real live incest, an unanticipated pleasure that had turned him on immensely. "Who would have thought that you'd be such a fucking slut, Myra," He murmured, smiling. "Fucking your own brother in the dark, thinking no-one would know? But I do, and I've got it on video." As he fastened up his trousers he watched Mark wandering around his suite, searching for his mystery visitor until eventually he stopped in Jasmine's doorway. "Go on, dick. Wake her up and ask her, then see how she reacts," He said quickly, leaning forward in anticipation of Jasmine's disgust. He sunk back i

The doctor made a choked sound behind me, but I was too far gone. “I’m not okay,” I whispered dramatically. “Like genuinely, mentally, spiritually, sexually..not okay. Do you know what I’m picturing right now? You pushing me back on this exam bed, lifting my legs, pulling my soaked panties to the side and just sliding in while I scream your name so loud the nurses outside faint.” Damon stepped closer. I took a shaky breath and slapped my hand over my forehead. “I want it,” I confessed, full-blown unraveling. “I want you to ruin me again. Right here. With the doctor standing three feet away and my body all puffed up and fertile and leaking.

The confession screen is the only reason I feel safe enough to spill the secret that’s been eating at me. It made Father Callahan’s figure on the other side just a mere shadow. “...and then we did it, father.” I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut. “We…we had sex. I know it’s a mortal sin, Father. And I feel so dirty.” Clenching my fist tight, I waited for scriptures to be hurled at me and the threat of hellfire.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

"And that you fantasize about being fucked by a stranger." The champagne buzzes in my blood. His mouth is warm against my ear. His body is hot against mine. And Jade – fucking Jade – told a stripper my deepest confession from two months ago when we were drunk on her balcony and I admitted that sometimes, when I touch myself, I don't think about Ryan. I think about faceless men doing filthy things to me. "She has a big mouth," I manage. "She also said the full experience includes a private room." His hand is on my thigh now – warm, bold, sliding beneath the hem of my dress. "If you want it."

I'm not sure what Livvy saw on my face, but she frowned slightly and then whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" For a long time, I held her gaze. My mind was spinning. She had such a devilish look on her face, it made me wild with lust. But I knew she wanted more. And I knew I did, too. I wasn't about to let this end yet. Something inside me completely... snapped. I gave in fully to my incestuous desires. Sitting up quickly, I wrapped my arms around her back. Then, before she could say anything, I heaved both our bodies to the side, flipping my daughter onto her back. My cock stayed buried in her cunt the entire time.

“It’s been six years since my last confession.” Elias swallowed. “Go ahead.” She didn’t waste time. “I fuck a lot, Father. Different men, sometimes more than one a week. I let them take me however they want. In the front seat of their cars with my skirt shoved up around my waist. In cheap motel rooms where the beds creak so loud the neighbors probably hear. Once in a club bathroom, bent over the sink with my panties around my ankles while the bass from the music shook the walls. I sucked their cocks like I was starving for it. Deep in my throat until my eyes watered. I swallowed every drop and asked for more.”

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

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