Incest Short Stories Novels & Stories

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

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?"

Aunt Stella sat across from me, her low-cut top revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that drew my eyes like a magnet, no matter how hard I tried to look away. I finished my meal quickly, leaving Mom and Aunt Stella to their lively conversation. Excusing myself, I headed to the bathroom, the clink of dishes and their laughter fading behind me. After relieving myself, I was zipping up my trousers when a hand suddenly wrapped around my cock, sending a jolt of electricity surging through my body. My breath caught, and I looked up to meet Aunt Stella’s gaze. Her eyes burned with a hunger that made my pulse race and my body respond instantly, hardening under her touch.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

The idea was now getting him on the brink of shooting his load, too. Tom finished first, he filled Cecile's mouth with his cum, he loved seeing girls with a mouthful of his cum, and then she even swallowed. Randy blew his load seconds later, right inside Cecile. He wasn't wearing a condom, and he didn't know if she was on the pill, and he didn't care; he just wanted to fill her with cum. Darryl and Sam watched Randy, Tom, and Cecile and decided to swap positions as well. Megan took Darryl's cock in her mouth without complaint, though he was thicker, so her jaw ached a bit as she wrapped her lips around it.

My husband was happy that I was taking a keen interest in toys rather than cheating him as perhaps he was. I had once seen my own son-in-law fucking my daughter’s tight asshole. She was screaming with ecstasy as he was continuously rubbing her clit with his wet fingers, while giving a long but gentle thrust of his cock in her wet asshole. When he reached his climax and pulled his shaft out of my daughter’s asshole he gave it into her mouth. The glimpse of his extraordinarily long and thick dick made me wet. I kept watching his plump meat, till he shot his thick load in my daughter’s mouth. The continuous long strokes of my daughter’s tongue at his shaft made it rock hard. He parted my daught

She nodded and closed her eyes. The first man leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed her while sliding his hand up her thigh under the water. He found her clit, which was still swollen and sensitive, and rubbed slow circles while he kissed her, and the second man's hands moved up to cup her breasts while tracing her nipples. She moaned into the man's mouth. He chuckled at her, still moving his fingers inside her and her hips stared to roll against his hand. She felt the other man's cock harden on her lower body. She was already close. She was overstimulated and oversensitive and aching, and every touch sent shockwaves through her.