Little Incest Sex Stories Novels & Stories

My feet come off the ground, lifted by his hips, one thigh being wrenched wide by Cain's free hand. I open my mouth on the hood of the car and begin to sob. Half because the pressure he's inflicting on me hurts. Half because it feels so good when paired with his fingers on my clit. Oh my God. Whatever's coming is going to split me down the middle and I'm ready for the pleasure/pain. "I want it. I want it. I want it." This time, his laughter is dark. "Mommy and Daddy don't know you're a little cock slut, do they, Ursula?" He licks up the side of my neck. "But Uncle Cain knows all about it, doesn't he? Yes, he does."

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

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.

I whispered into his ears and pulled out, staring at him, almost breathless, trying ti catch my breath with each heavy breathing. He bent his head to my chest, using his tongue to play around my clavicle and whispering softly to me. “It is only incest if we tag it that way. We are just making love like a family who loves one another, and i also need to take care fo your body and teach it how to accept sex, you ex dod not dona good job, probably.” My eyes were wife open. Was it my dad who was actually saying all these dirty things to me? Before i could reply, he pulled down the upper half of my dress and unbuckled my bra.

The late-night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did. "You know," Manuela said to Marika, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time." "That's what they say about incest," Marika replied. "Once you start, you can't stop." "Who says?" Manuela asked with keen interest. "The books I've read about it," Marika answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."

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

Please note that this story deals with taboo subject matter, and it won't be for everyone. It includes an incestuous relationship between a father and his son, graphic sexual content, dirty talk and pregnancy kink. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! Ronald’s P.O.V, “Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in me, daddy. Breed me,” the boy on the screen screamed while he was on his hands and knees getting fucked hard and fast by a man at least twenty years his senior.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

she started then looking toward the room door beyond which Andre was probably sleeping or wondering what we were whispering about, she put the thumb and index finger of her right hand together to form a circle then inserted her left index finger in it in an obscene gesture. My eyes widened. “Fucking? No, they won’t! Would they?!” “Wouldn't be the first time siblings fuck. Give them a room and they will be banging and sweating like fresh fucked foxes in a forest fire.” I laughed at her description but the image of Andre and Carla couldn’t leave my head. “If they are then that’s incest!” “Once again wouldn’t be the first time. I have read some pretty disgusting stuff on Ask Diddy, siblings and

Kinks: gay sex, rough, anal, incest, dominant, oral sex The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the old, worn couch and the cluttered coffee table strewn with empty beer bottles. My heart pounded in my chest as I crept inside, the door shutting behind me with a quiet click. It was late, far past the time when everyone else had gone to bed, but I couldn't resist coming here.