Male Incest Stories Novels & Stories

Lucas thought his life was perfect. He had almost everything. Everything was complete, and he couldn't complain about his life. But that changed when his grandfather passed away. For the first time, he faced a problem that might ruin his life entirely. Willy, Lucas's friend, asked if he agreed with his idea. Lucas was at Willy's apartment, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breathtaking view of the night. "What else can she do besides agreeing? She no longer needs to work as a prostitute, and I will give her a lot of money. She only needs to be my wife for a few months, and everything will be over." Lucas was desperate, thinking that there was only a dead-end for his problem. For the first

On the outskirts of Chicago, inside an abandoned subway tunnel, an intersex junior high school student with massive tits was writhing in a daze. His thumb and forefinger were holding his small jade stick that was erect and producing turbid liquid. Meanwhile, his other three fingers were clasped into his fat and tender lower mouth to masturbate. His white and tender fingers were holding his sensitive clitoris, twisting and kneading it. His other hand was inside his school uniform, holding his plump breasts and pinching his nipples. His fingers were clutching tightly into his white, tender, and full bosom, sending a high and aching current of pleasure through his body.

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

“I still find it strange that you don't drink wine or champagne.” "Actually, drinking something like that isn't really that nice. I'm motivated by Belinda always drinking juice." Isabella stared intently at Belinda, who was busy eating her food. "Isn't it because you repented since you were pregnant?" "It's more likely because I kept giving her advice. That's why she got bored and was forced to stop drinking. I'm still traumatized by the fact that he was almost molested," William argued, feeding his wife. Belinda chuckled as she continued to play with her husband's hand under the table. It had become a habit since they hid their marriage, to play with her hand secretly while they ate.

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

Had this nasty girl really been fucking her brother for close two decades? Because of our situation I had at one time done some research into the subject of "Keeping it in the family" so to speak, and had discovered most instances of incest did occur at younger ages than Mark and I were, but very rarely lasted more than a few months and often were once or twice situations. Hell Mark and I had outlasted most marriages. Then again I thought how many couples can say that after twenty years the sex was even better? My brother and I were living proof that although love may not stand the test of time, sin is forever.

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

Allu, a 19-year-old young man, lived in a peculiar household where the rules of society did not apply. In this modern house, incest was not only accepted but encouraged. Brothers could fuck their sisters, fathers could fuck their daughters, and mothers could fuck their sons. It was a world of constant sexual depravity, where everyone fucked everyone else in public without a shred of shame. Allu had always been a bit of a rebel, even in this sexually liberated environment. He was prone to fits of anger and would often lash out at his family members, particularly his sisters. One day, after a particularly heated argument with his eldest sister, Allu snapped.

While I was shocked by his declaration, I couldn't deny that hearing it turned me on. My twin sister Sarah and I had committed incest many times during our wild college days as roommates... the boys were always so turned on to see twins making out, sisters eating each other... often eating each other's cream pies, following one of our many foursomes. "We both know you want my dick. You've wanted it ever since I... fake accidentally... sent you that pic," he said, as I felt his dick twitch against my ass with a confidence I hadn't seen from him before... well, except while he was pounding Joan just now.