Author: grandtothemoff

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 11 (the end) [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

Don’s heart beat fast in his chest as he sat in his new-ish Chrysler 200 at the end of the block. He had the heat on, but his hands were still cold from the nervousness that tingled throughout his body, occasionally causing his stomach to feel both weightless and full of butterflies. Two days ago, Don had lied about having to work late on Friday to prepare for a road trip and conference the following week. He told his wife Hanna, that she’d be free to go to her “book club” since he’d be out for the evening.

Don wasn’t surprised by her excited acknowledgment, having found out about her extra-curricular activities by having a sophisticated home security system installed at their house that had secret surveillance capabilities.

Last night, when he had a moment to himself, he’d watched the recorded video as his wife eagerly conferred with their son Pete, setting a meeting for Hanna and their son’s female alter-ego, Anastasia, for Friday night at the adult bookstore across town.

Don had all the specifics, the two wanted to play together this time, they would both occupy the last video booth at the end of the hall and “Anastasia” would teach her mother everything she knew about playing at a gloryhole. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 10 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

This is it, Don thought, settling on the couch. He had been home from his trip for two days and his wife Hanna was out grocery shopping, and his son Pete was at work. He had gone to the garage while still in his pajamas after they had all had breakfast together and retrieved the tablet from the locked cabinet for the security system.

“Time to get to the bottom of this,” he said aloud, recalling the odd way his family had been acting since he returned from his business trip.

His wife and son weren’t exactly acting odd, but certainly different from what had become their “norm.” Hanna, who had been depressed and mercurial, was joyful, carefree and rather, let’s say, amorous. They had been intimate each night since he got back, including the first night. He was exhausted from being on the road all day, but when he’d rolled over to go to sleep, Hanna had snuggled up to him before his eyes were even shut. Though he was wiped, she brought him to life with lively hands, seductive body language and insistent lips. Her hungry mouth against his lips and later, under the covers, lit a fire in him and their love-making session was one of the most memorable he could recall. And it happened twice more! Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 9 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

It was Friday night and Hanna heard Pete leave to go to “work.”

“Finally,” she sighed. It seemed like forever for this day to come, and she regretted missing last Friday, but didn’t dare go out to her “book club” with Don home.

She tapped on her phone while walking through the house to grab her car keys and head out the door. The 20 minute drive to the adult bookstore seemed to take forever. Pulling into the parking lot, she could see Pete’s parked car, but no sign of her son. After parking and stepping out, another car door opened a few spots over from hers.

Tabitha walked up to Hanna, sticking her hand out in greeting.

“Gotcher text,” she said, chewing gum. “Never akshully ‘spected you to, like ever.”

“Hanna,” Hanna said, grasping her hand and giving it a feminine shake. “Me neither.”

“Tab’tha, thanks.” The 20-something goth replied. “What’s the game plan? Ya wanna go back t’my place? I got 420.”

“No, no. Not tonight,” Hanna replied. “Do you, would you come to, to be with me in a booth tonight? Hanna made a mental note to ask Tabitha about that “420” some other time, smoking weed was on her new and rapidly expanding bucket list. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 8 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

“Honey,” Don said to his wife. “I’ve really been thinking about having a security system installed.”

He had been home a week, and frankly, things had been a little weird. He wasn’t the kind of person to rage and demand answers, in fact, he was rather timid for being a large guy, but he felt real strength was not having to prove you were strong. Instead, he decided to try to gather information and have proof before any confrontation. So he had hatched a plan to install a security system with a few hidden upgrades.

In the mornings when she got up, Hanna had been wearing a really sexy gown she had bought a couple of years ago, she’d wear that around until she got dressed for the day. Then at night, when it was apparent they wouldn’t be going anywhere, she’d be back in it. She didn’t even seem to mind wearing it around their son, Pete. She seemed happier, Don wished he was the reason she was happy, but she still mostly ignored him day-to-day. When he had complimented her on the gown, she merely thanked him absentmindedly.

“Why do you want that?” Hanna replied. “It’s not like we have anything worth stealing.” Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 7 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

The next day, Pete had already finished his laundry and was rummaging around in the kitchen looking for lunch when his mother finally made her appearance.

“Good morning,” Hanna mumbled, heading straight to the coffee pot to set it up.

“Oh, good morning mom,” Pete turned in surprise.

His mom didn’t look too worse for the wear, but she wasn’t looking his direction either. She was wearing a rather nice dressing gown that he didn’t recognize. His surprise doubled when she turned toward him, the gown was an attractive mix of solid satin and lace panels, and beside from having a rather deep, plunging neckline, the lace was completely transparent. The two solid panels were on the front and the back, the lace was on the sides. The front panel barely covered her nipples which were tenting the fabric, her large areolas were clearly visible through the lace.

He managed to tear his eyes away from her prodigious chest and found her lightly blushing with a smile on her face when their eyes met. Now it was his turn to blush as he tried to remember what she had just asked him. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 6 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

Link to part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9xqpzy/ms_hanna_family_secrets/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9xqpzy/ms_hanna_family_secrets/)

Link to part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yk696/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yk696/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_2/)

Link to part 3: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yldre/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yldre/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_3/)

Link to part 4: [https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/9z6c7c/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_4/](https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/9z6c7c/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_4/)

Link to part 5: [https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/a19ely/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_5/](https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/a19ely/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_5/)

Pete groggily pulled up beside his parent’s home and dragged himself to the private entrance of the basement apartment he was renting from them. He dropped his keys and wallet on the dresser and glanced toward the door that led to the stairs up into the house, verifying it was locked.

He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks and headed to the shower. He had learned from experience that it would be painful to try to remove his hoodie and jeans right away, they were veritably glued to his body by the myriad loads of semen ejaculated onto him by his numerous, anonymous lovers at the gloryhole. He felt the barest blush of shame, admitting to himself what a cum-slut he had become, but bold desire easily pushed it away. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 6 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

Pete groggily pulled up beside his parent’s home and dragged himself to the private entrance of the basement apartment he was renting from them. He dropped his keys and wallet on the dresser and glanced toward the door that led to the stairs up into the house, verifying it was locked.

He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks and headed to the shower. He had learned from experience that it would be painful to try to remove his hoodie and jeans right away, they were veritably glued to his body by the myriad loads of semen ejaculated onto him by his numerous, anonymous lovers at the gloryhole. He felt the barest blush of shame, admitting to himself what a cum-slut he had become, but bold desire easily pushed it away.

He walked into the shower and got the water running nice and hot before stepping into it fully clothed. He let the water run over his stiff, crusty hair, the smell of semen flooding the air. As the hot water soaked his clothes, Pete indulged in a private moment of depravity, relaxing his bladder and flooding his panties and the front of his jeans with hot piss. He had been nearly desperate for almost the last hour. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 5 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

It was almost another hour when Hanna noticed the familiar silhouette of her son leaving the adult bookstore through her own daze of jumbled thoughts and sexual satisfaction. She was amazed at how even after a night like this, she could still feel a hunger building inside her, a hunger for the next time, and the next and the next. Yet she felt so relaxed, like a big blob of jelly.

“Ha! I pretty much am,” she laughed at herself, thinking about how fat she had gotten.

Without even thinking about it, she had followed Pete home, paused a block away, letting him get into the house first so they wouldn’t bump into one another, and then getting home herself. The cold night air chilled her through her damp garments as she practically sprinted into the house.

Closing the door behind her, she listened intently for a few seconds before finally hearing the tell-tale sounds of Pete in his basement apartment below her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she headed upstairs, making only a small detour to snatch a cup and cheap bottle of sweet tasting wine from the pantry. She barely made it up the stairs, she was so exhausted from her brief activities in the gloryhole. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 4 [m/F][M/s][incest]nsfw

For some reason, Hanna was more concerned about what she wore under her sneaky outfit than the outfit itself. Much of her extra weight had settled in her hips and tits. Her breasts had started out as C’s when her and Don had first married, but by the time her last child, Pete, had stopped nursing, they had ballooned into enormous, veiny, sagging E’s that she tried to keep contained in cheap sports bras. She had tried more expensive, custom jobs, but they never lasted long as she liked, and as her self-confidence ebbed, so had her desire to care about her overall appearance. She hated how the bra just ended up creating one huge mono-boob that only just barely outpaced her growing belly, but she took a little solace that even with a big belly, wide hips and a moob, her tits still caught the occasional eye.

Tonight, she picked her newest one out of the stretched elastic wasteland that served as her bra drawer. It tended to hold her flatter and had several strategically placed see-thought mesh panels that would certainly be eye catching if she ever dared to wear it without a coverup. She slipped her only sexy panties over her wide hips, they were kind of thong-y, half lace boy-shorts than would fit comfortably under her leggings. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 3 [m/F][M/s][incest]

Hanna woke Monday morning feeling slightly less guilty for the roller coaster she had put her husband Don through. Her jaw ached and her throat felt tender and raw. Her arms were sore from the workout of face fucking herself with Don’s hips.

Even now, she wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her, but she was pretty sure she knew where she’d got the idea for the over-the-top blowjob. She spent nearly every waking hour the last two weeks thinking about the Friday night she’d spied on her son Pete, following him to the adult bookstore, and later seeing him naked in the shower, displaying the obvious marks of having spent the night in women’s underwear.

Since then, whenever she had time to herself, she had whipped her pussy ruthlessly to porn featuring crossdressers, sissies and transsexuals in adult theaters and gloryholes. She often felt consumed by guilt when she confronted herself with the fact that her videos of choice starred individuals that strongly resembled her son. With Don home, she had missed last Friday’s chance to continue to spy on her son. The time they had spent on the couch watching Hulu was altogether forgotten as she spent the time consumed with wondering what Pete was doing when he was supposed to be at “work.” Read more »