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he whispered, grinding his hips slightly against mine. I felt it. Oh God, I felt it. A hard, thick ridge pressing against my belly through his sweatpants. He was hard. My uncle was hard, and he was pressing his erection against me. My brain was in absolute fragments. This was wrong. This was incestuous. This was forbidden. But I was so wet. I was soaking through my panties, the liquid heat pooling between my legs. "Uncle Ryder..." I moaned, the title feeling dirty and erotic on my tongue.

Faith wasn't sure how to traverse this new relationship, and so she got online to look up information about incestuous mother-son relationships. She often read erotic stories online and masturbated to some of them, they were usually romantic and passionate. Faith decided to enter a search for mother-son incest on her favorite story site. She was aghast at all the stories that pulled up from her search. There were at least several dozen stories on screen and there were more pages to access too. She only had a few hours before her beloved Chris would be home. She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

He took a condom from the side of the bed. He will really claim her body! She didn't know why she didn't get up and just kept watching his every move. Eventually, he poked the head of his manhood to her wetness and rubbed it several times. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip hard. He slowly inserted the head of his maleness into her hole. "Ahhggghhh! Sh*t! Ahhh!" His successive growl as he slowly buried his "thing". He slammed into her as he continued to press it inside.

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.

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?"

And least he knew, I was far from decency. Yes, he was right about some things—and that should be, being into books and never done it with anyone in the school before except with him which happened today and I'm already regretting it. But my body didn't seem to regret it though, as my thighs already got soaked with the wetness from my pvssy. I wished to drag him to a corner and begin f*cking him now. My body was acting out of control now and I suddenly grabbed his collar and jammed my lips against his. He seemed not to be able to resist me as he gave in instantly. We sucked on each other's lips for a few minutes, then slowly we came to a halt.

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.

Dickson followed, slamming into my womb and pumping me full of his potent load, breeding my unprotected cunt. They stayed buried inside me, their cocks twitching as they drained every drop. Cum leaked from both my ruined holes in obscene rivers and when they finally pulled out, I collapsed between them, panting, my body trembling, covered in sweat, spit, and their cum. My pussy and ass throbbed deliciously. Darren stroked my hair almost tenderly. “Every evening, Kathy. You’re our toy now. Our perfect little cumdump.” Dickson kissed my cum-stained lips. “And you’re going to beg for it every single night.”

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.