Author: excitingowl

[M] [F] [incest] [non-con] My daughter, the slut. (Part 2)

“Dad, what are you doing in here? It’s late”

I could have mumbled some kind of excuse. “I thought I heard a noise”, “I came in to check on you” or some such useless platitude. It would have been the safe course of action, the right thing to do. It would have saved everything, even my lost hopeless soul.

But I was a victim of my own lust, of my own depraved lust for my own daughter. I don’t even know when it started. But it had lasted too long. Or so I had decided. The secret masturbation sessions. The fantasies. The stolen photos. The vivid images of that day by the pool. When the mysterious boy tongue fucked her and then begged to put his bare dick inside of her. And she wanted it! She was just too scared to do it once more! She had done it before! All of it. It was too much. My lust had won. I don’t know when the fight started. But I know when it ended. It was at that point. When she asked “Dad, what are you doing in here?” and instead of retreating, I pushed forward. Read more »

[M] [F] [incest] My daughter, the slut. (Part 1)

Saint Marie, Montana. I can’t claim I had ever heard the name. But once the postcard showed up in the mail, that post office stamp became my only clue, the only hint I had. I learned a lot about Saint Marie, Montana. Not even a real town, with a dwindling population in the low hundreds. It was the site of an Air Force base, then it became a venue of retirement for former military, and it ended up being a haven for Sovereign Citizens. And, as it turns out, a cult.
The cult that my wife had joined. How she found them, I have no idea. What they told her, I have no idea. Suffice it to say that she left our home in Chicago one day, and instead of going to work she hopped on a train and headed west. To the best of my understanding, she got off the train at Glasgow, a town with a minor claim to fame for being the literal “middle of nowhere”, and from there on, she took she short ride to her new life: a cult member at an old military town since taken over by crazies, outcasts and misfits.
Behind, in our two bedroom apartment in Chicago, she left me, her husband, Stephen, and our 2 year old daughter, Rachel. The last sign of life she ever gave us, that postcard in the mail a few months later. “I am fine. I found a new dimension” or some such scribble. “Don’t come looking for me. I am happy here. Farewell and good luck” the last thing she thought she’d tell the family she had left behind. Read more »

[M/F] [bondage] [breeding] “You’ll cum in me.”

“Why are you here?” I asked her, as I admired my handiwork.

She was naked. That, she had done on her own. But, everything else, it was me.
I had blindfolded her. I had handcuffed her hands and legs to the bed. I had made sure that her legs be as spread wide open as possible.

Every muscle in her body was tense. She had basically no freedom of motion whatsoever. She could writhe around aimlessly, but she was at my mercy.

“Why are you here?” I asked her again. Her answer was barely audible, a bit more than a coarse whisper. “Because I am horny” she said.

I took the magic wand off the table, and I gently placed it on her pussy. I didn’t turn it on. She felt the tip brush against her, tensed. Her body imperceptibly pushed against it.

“How horny are you?” I asked
“Very much so. I haven’t cum in a week. I have been watching porn and reading erotica every night. And denied myself all pleasure” she answered Read more »

[mF] [caution] “She put my cock inside of her.”

She came back from her date. More often than not, she came back disappointed. “All men are the same. What’s a woman to do?”. Almost invariably, though, she came back drunk. There probably was a connection of some sort between her loud obnoxious brand of drunk and most men refusing to fuck her behind a dark alley on the first date, but that seemed to be lost on her.

So she ended up coming home, horny, unfulfilled, frustrated, humiliated, and take it all out on me.

It had started almost innocent. She mumbled for a bit about how all men sucked and she was still young and beautiful and desirable. Then she went to the bathroom, puked, headed to bed, and passed out. That was it for a while.
But it escalated. The complaints became more and more explicit, graphic, vivid. “How could that idiot not want a slice of this?” she would say as she took off her dress, letting her hands wander over her breasts, her hips, her thighs.
She started taking off more and more clothing in front of me. Eventually, she was as naked as the day she was born. “Look at these” she’d tell me, her hands cupping her tits, “what fucking idiot turns these down?” Read more »

[MF] [preg] [piss] Coffee in Elko

I had left my hometown of Palm Springs, CA right after sunrise. I drove for hours and hours and hours. I drove a lot a few years ago. Maybe I thought that a magic mile count would make my problems stay behind. I thought I could hide somewhere far enough in the desert, or the mountains, or the lake. I had tried most everyplace I could think of. Wyoming was my last chance. Surely no problems were big enough to come find you in Wyoming, I thought to myself.

But after 10 hours of driving, I succumbed to the signs on the highway, and settled for the night in what they promised would be a haven of comfort and delight: Elko, NV. Let me tell you, it was neither. I picked a random hotel, checked in, ate something at one of the many casinos that double down as restaurants, and crashed. It was an eventful night. If I dreamt, I don’t recall it. I was happy enough that the room had a bed and no trace of mold. Read more »

[Mf] [stepcest] [cheat] [bare] Now I just wanna talk you out of it

My wife and I had just rolled into town. “Visit lovely Casper, Wyoming” said the leaflet that had gotten us there.

4 night stay at the most exclusive hotel in town, and $200 in gift cards at the fanciest bar and restaurant, just half a block away.

For those who live in Chicago, or New York, all that may sound ridiculous, a laughable parody of what the words fancy and exclusive truly mean. But we are from Oregon, and not the part with city lights. We are from the part of Oregon with cows, and shit, and more cows, and more shit. Even Casper Wyoming sounds appealing if it means you get 4 nights without the smell of cows and shit. So, when the church had a raffle, and the top prize was “Visit lovely Casper, Wyoming”, well, we signed up. And we won. And we drove for 2 days straight. Now, all I wanted was a cold shower in the most exclusive hotel, and a nice steak dinner at the fanciest bar and restaurant. I was out for blood. All that shit I smelled, might at least get a bite of the cow. Read more »

[M] [Ff] [incest] [stepcest] The Pastor’s family

They say military recruiters will stop at nothing to get a promising young candidate to sign on the line. Jack had just finished high school and married his sweetheart Leah. While he signed on the line, she found out she was pregnant. “We won’t deploy for at least 2 years”, Jack was told. And then, 6 months later, he was on his way to Afghanistan. “But.. but the recruiter told me…” he tried to retort. “They lie all the time” his commander told him, almost laughing at him.

That was the last time Leah saw him. Not two weeks in, a sudden Taliban attack left him dead, one of the very first casualties of that war. Leah gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Nicole, and set out to raise her a single mom, old enough to be a widow, and yet too young to drink a beer.

Leah lived alone with Nicole, for years. And yet she was the town’s darling. In rural America, a story of old fashioned values and military honor can curry favor like nothing else. And Leah had it all. The young beautiful and yet pure widow, never a rumor to sully her image, and little Nicole, the sweetest cutest bubbliest friendliest child that Sundance, Wyoming had ever met. Read more »

[MF] [a bit rapey] [hints of breed] Hatefuck

I hate you. There is no other way to put it. There can’t be any sugarcoating. I am sure of my feelings. I am confident and comfortable about them. I hate you.

“I hate you” I whisper in your ear, as you are pinned against the wall. As my hand squeezes your neck, my body keeps yours in check. The words in my mouth feel bitter. And yet the warmth of your breath against my lips feels soft. Your mouth feels soft. Your chest heaving against mine feels desirable, lustful, erotic.

I rip your dress off, your petite perky breasts fully exposes to my hands, to my tongue. You skip a breath. Your cheeks flushed. Your eyes wide. Is it fear? It is desire? Is it both? You don’t speak. You look at me like a deer looks at the headlights. I hate you still. As I kiss you, as our tongues dance in unison, I hate you even more. I hate how good you feel. I hate your soft skin. I hate your perfect pink nipples. I hate how they feel like cherries in my mouth. I hate how I can’t get enough of them. Read more »

[MFF] [incest] [breeding] By the moonlight

Tom expected the next day would bring drama. A great reveal. Fights. Anger. Jealousy.

And instead, none of that happened. Sara and Francine woke up, went downstairs to make some breakfast, giggled as merrily as two women well fucked could, and called him to join them in front of a nice plate of bacon and a warm cup of coffee.

None of it was what Tom expected. He had fucked his sister in law, his own wife had made out with her own sister, and yet everyone was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

He didn’t break the silence. He dared not. Maybe the women were one word away from exploding in anger and fury. Maybe acting as if nothing had happened was the only sane course of action.

And then.. and then Sara stood up from the table, and before heading to the sink to wash her plate, she kissed Francine’s lips. He looked at them, once again in awe and amazement. No, they were not ignoring the events out of shame. His wife had fully embraced her incestuous relationship with her sister. Was he to do the same? To kiss both women? His brain said no. His dick said yes. Read more »

[MFF] [incest] “Can I watch?”

Tom had enlisted in the military not a year ago, and in keeping with the traditions of the Army, he had bought a car he couldn’t afford and married a girl out of his league.

Sara, age 22, was as beautiful as they come, a stereotypical All American beauty queen. Tall, blonde, eyes as blue as ice, curves that begged for motherhood, and a skin so pale you could swear any sun exposure would prove fatal.

Her sister, 19-year-old Francine, was as much her polar opposite as herself breathtakingly beautiful in her own way: dark curly hair, eyes the color of coal, surrounded by a dark complexion all year long, and a petite frame perfectly befitting of her A cups.

In Sara, Tom had everything a man could want: beauty, smarts, ambition and an insatiable sex drive. And yet, sometimes he had found himself fantasizing about Francine, wondering “what if”, and then – after it all – he had washed away his shame in the same napkin that held his cum. He would have never admitted to it, of course. A few moments of weakness is all. Read more »