Incest Story's Novels & Stories

He then kisses her as his hands gropes her ass …. “Condom”she says “In my wardrobe”he replies and then stood up to get it not feeling shy at all as he walks to his wardrobe and took out a condom and then walks back to her ….he stood at the edge of the bed and took of his trousers and boxers ….his cock sprang out …she looked at it …the veins around it and the bead of moisture that was already forming at the tip .. He then looks at her…and strokes himself “Want this”he says as he stares at her …she swallows and nodded her head frantically….he smirks and rolls the condom on and climbs the bed ….

I pulled the covers up to my chin, as if that could somehow erase what he had just witnessed. He sat down on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. The scent of his cologne, something expensive and woodsy, filled the air, mixing with the musky smell of my own arousal. He was so close. Too close. “That was quite interesting p**n you were watching,” he said, his voice conversational, as if we were discussing the weather. “Incest. Very… specific.” “I… it was just… it popped up,” I lied, my voice barely a whisper.

She takes a little time before answering. "I think incest is sick and perverted." She says, thoughtfully. "But the way you explained it made it seem so erotic, that it made me wet."

I'm done with a rickety dungeon bar and the rusty shackles on my hands. The dungeon door cracked open. The barely greased metal squeaked like a testament of their negligence and I almost palmed my forehead in disappointment. Keyword: Almost. I don't acre if their holes in the fucking ceiling but that faggot really let this place go. The sound of heels clicked against the concrete floor and anger bubbled within me when his obnoxious scent tainted the already foul air. “The fuck do you want?” The bastard had the audacity to laugh, a note of loftiness rested in his tone.

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?

She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son. Faith decided on a story. It was entitled 'Making out with mom.' She began to read. After a wonderful story, the site suggested several similar stories. She once again checked the time and chose 'Is It Incest if I didn't Know?'

NB: The following story has themes of incest, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. Enjoy reading.. ************ You're Bed or Mine I couldn't believe what my sister just said. We were talking about incest and she said,"You're bed or mine?" I looked at her. She was just sitting there waiting for my answer. I thought to myself, "This is really going to happen. I am going to get to fuck my forty two year old sister."

An argument leads to a mother and son becoming much more. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** --1-- I'm writing this because I think other people can learn from my experiences. This happened about fifteen years ago, in the early 2000's. I'm not going to be more specific than that. I don't want to hurt the people...truthfully the person...that I love.