Novel & Cerita Male Incest Stories

“There it is. Your prostate loves this, doesn’t it, little brother?” “Stop calling me that,” I groaned, but my hole clenched around his finger, pulling it deeper. He added a second finger, stretching me open roughly while his mouth sucked marks into my inner thigh. “Why? You’re my stepbrother. My tight little hole to ruin. Say it.” “I’m... I’m your stepbrother,” I gasped, shame and lust mixing until I couldn’t tell them apart. My cock leaked steadily onto my stomach as he finger-fucked me faster, scissoring and curling.

"We're students of St. Tatiana's. We know how to do things with men. We can pleasure you, Daddy. We're such big sluts." "Biggest," cooed Keily, her voice so breathy as she leaned in and licked my ear. "Don't you want to fuck our tight, young cunts?" "Our tighter assholes," purred Riley. It was her turn to lick my ear while she grabbed my cock. "It's incest!" I gasped. "That's so wrong! I can't do that!" "Sure you can, Daddy," Keily said. "Mmm, I know, why don't we give you a little show? Some girly fun to get your blood boiling."

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

"I think about taking that beautiful, innocent mind of yours and filling it with dirty things. Things that would make your father want to kill me. I think about how tight your perfect little body would feel wrapped around my dick." A heavy, painful throb pulsed right between my thighs. My pussy instantly slicked with wetness, soaking through to my skin. The sheer wrongness of it—the age gap, the power he had over me, the fact that he was my dad's friend—was the most intense high I had ever felt in my life. "Then ruin me," I choked out. I grabbed the front of his shirt, my fingers digging into the expensive fabric. "Please, Julian. Don't make me wait anymore."

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

I swallowed what I could and rubbed the rest into my skin. When I got home at 3 a.m., Richard was sitting in the living room waiting. I walked up to him still smelling of sex. “It was two men tonight,” I said softly. “And they were brothers too, actually. They made me squirt all over their bed.” Richard’s hands shook as he reached for me. I let him pull me close. He buried his face between my legs and licked me clean, tasting the other men on me. His tongue moved desperately while I held his head and came one last time on his face.

All I got from my stepson were deep grunts and more grunts. That made me cum again. The sound of him grunting because he was having me pushed me over the edge once more. I felt dizzy, out of it, debased, debauched, taken, and used — and it felt more satisfying than I could ever remember. My husband’s son was giving me what I never knew I craved. Maybe it was because of who he was and who I was. I am a married woman being taken by another man. The luscious illicitness, the badness, the naughtiness — it overwhelmed me.

she frowned at this and clicked on it intrigued…it wasn't like she hadn't watched p**n before but that was a long time ago…the video lit up on her screen and she saw different people having wild sex with each other…theIR moans sounding out loud in her room…she focused on the p**n she was watching…she didn't even notice her stepfather walk into the room all she heard was … “That sure looks fun to watch “ She jumped startled at the sudden voice she heard and saw her stepfather Brian watching her.. Well Brian was her mom's new plaything she would probably stay married to for a few years and then leave him for the next man…the thing about Brian was that he was still young let's say 8 years older

I told her "How do you know about his dad?" She replied at me timidly "I have him investigated, and filmed too and he wouldn't be winning his election if is domestic violence tape hit the social media" I replied her I opened my bag, taking out flash drive as I did shoved it at Alicia "Have it, here you go" I told her "What's that?" She pointed at it "Your sex video with Carl" I replied her "It wasn't sex Miriam, he raped me" She told to me