when my cousin moved in [incest, true story]

My cousin and I had a normal childhood. I was not supposed to notice her sexually. But even at a young age, I do remember being aware that my cousin was very attractive.

She was a very beautiful brunette, with beautiful skin that was just begging to be tasted. Her neck especially looked delicious, when she tilted her head to one side, revealing that sensitive and vulnerable part that I could sink my teeth into. I loved the way her long strands of hair fell to one side when she did that, cascading over her shoulder. How I longed to touch her… But it wasn’t allowed. I knew that, even at a young age.

That is, until I saw her naked. To be fair, it was not in any way her fault. We were both eighteen years old and last year in high school. We went in the same class and after her parent’s horrible divorce, she moved into my home.

My classes ended early, and she had not expected anyone to be home. As I headed to my bedroom, I heard the shower stop. Odd that my cousin would be taking a shower this late in the day. I hadn’t bothered to call out to her when I realized the bathroom door was wide open. I caught sight of her as I passed.

first time with cousin Marie part 3 [incest]

This is the follow up of the true to life tale between my cousin Marie and I many years ago when we would travel together from Minnesota to my Bio-Dads (BD) house in Arizona. Part one and two includes the start of this transition from friends to so much more.

The next morning…..waking up I could still feel the sticky residue of cum on my cock, the light of the morning was just streaming through the window. Looking over at Marie, her eyes were closed, my eyes roamed lower and I noticed areas of her shirt were stuck to her body where my cum had dried to her skin.

I still remember the feelings going through me that morning, watching her sides rise and fall with each breath, my hand shaking as I raised it up, grazing my fingertips across her body with the softest of touches afraid of waking her. My fingers tracing over the spots full of dried cum, feeling the fabric changing from spot to spot.

Suddenly I found my finger raising up the mound of her breast, I felt like I was out of my body, a budding teenager and I had felt the softness of a natural breast against my bare hand, I ached for more.

first time with cousin Marie part 1 [incest]

Growing up I was the black sheep in my family, I didn’t really fit in with the older guy cousins, and the one cousin my age talked to ants, sniffed markers on the regular and I’m pretty sure was on the verge of very dark things. This left me to roam at the family get togethers and mostly hang out in the corner listening to music and trying to get through so I could move on to more fun things until the next family event.

This was not the family that I spent most of my time with, this was my biological fathers family, when I was born my Bio-dad (BD) ran and hid and forced my mom to reach out to his parents so they knew they had another grand child. He finally came around and would spend occasional time with me, but there was always the feeling that he despised having a child so young. On one of these visits I had rented some movies and was hanging out at my aunts house to watch them while BD was off working. The only free TV was my cousin Marie’s bedroom tv, she was off at her friends house for the day so I plopped down on her bed and spent the afternoon watching movies. She came home later that evening and we decided to go walking for awhile until dinner time. This was the start of finally having someone to hang out with in that family.

My forbidden aunt part 1 [incest, milf]

My Aunt Cindy was cool, and very sexy.

The oldest daughter, she was the best looking of the three sisters, including my mom.

Tall, dark hair, a great smile, long legs, always tan with a smattering of freckles. She had firm-looking “B” cup tits and a nice ass. Smart too, she was the first in the family to head off to college. She had a lot going for her, but I never really paid much attention.

Things took a turn the summer of ‘77, after I turned 18, just before I headed off to the Army.

I planned on spending a month on my Grandparents farm before shipping out, just to get my head straight.

The whole month my Aunt Cindy was always there, doing chores, gathering eggs, feeding the chickens; always with me watching.

It was hard not to watch her work.

She would throw on an old T shirt and her dark nipples would be clearly visible, straining against the material when they got hard.

Sometimes it was an old flannel shirt, the top few buttons unbuttoned allowing me to catch a glance of her tits while she bent over.

Lost my virginity while working at the farm part 1 [milf, cheat]

It was a typical hot summer in a typical small midwestern town. Dust hung over the fields, stirred up by farm equipment, and drifted over the downtown area. Downtown consisting of a general store, a diner, the town hall/police station and Green’s Hardware and Feed Store where I worked. There were a handful of other small businesses filling the two blocks of Reed Street in downtown Doylesville. Continuing along Reed past the railroad tracks you reach the residential district of Doylesville, a handful of small homes and three larger properties at the west end of town. My name is Adam McKay; my family had a farm north of Reed Street. Most of the properties surrounding the town were family farms.

my favorite aunt part 1 [milf]

Aunt Carol is mom’s younger sister. She is five years younger and is built like Jessica Simpson, if Jessica was tall with long, beautiful legs. Aunt Carol stands at 5’9” and is all legs. She had always been my favorite. As a kid growing up, she was always willing to spend time with us kids, always taking time to play games and ask us about school and our friends. I walked around with an perpetual hard-on, as I started noticing girls. To me, Aunt Carol was a beauty queen and I started noticing her tight clothing that showed off her hot body. Unlike the girls at school, aunt Carol has real big beautiful tits that fill out the tight blouses she likes wearing.

A pandemic and the world luckiest man

Today would be the first day, my first “encounter” as it is now known.

I was nervous and barely slept last night. All I could think about was the months and months that had gone into making today happen. I would say there are many jokes about this service in the media. But I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to give up ten years of my life, no matter how thrilling it may seem. I reread the email confirming my drafting into service multiple times last night.

Dear Michael,

Congratulations, you have met all of the qualifications and are now drafted into the United States Repopulation Expansion Procreation Obstetric Program. Due to very tight resources, there is no exception for men who meet all qualifications and are drafted. You must participate or face criminal trial.

As you know, we have endured 5 years of tremendous loss and 2 years of rebirth, due to the Alabama Flu. The flu caused untold loss of life and has devastated the world’s population. We in the United States lost 75 percent of the male population and 40 percent of the female population. In addition, those stricken face long term and irreversible damage to the male reproductive anatomy. Currently only one percent of men globally are still able to reproduce. That is why you are so important to the long term health and strength of our country. You will be part of our country’s regrowth through the REPOP program. Without you we may never recover.

Affair with my mother in law [cheat, milf] part 1

Let me start with a little background for you. I’m a big guy, 6 feet tall and about 290 pounds. My wife is only 5’4” and chubby at over 200 pounds herself. She has a great set of 38DD tits that I can’t get enough of. The way they swing when we fuck doggy style drives me crazy. My wife’s mother is about 5’3” and quite a bit smaller at about 160 pounds and as far as I can tell she probably has B cup tits. Ever since her mother learned that my wife and I were fucking before we got married, she was jealous and was always trying to “accidentally” see me naked. I didn’t actually try to prevent her, and you might say I even tried to help her without being blatant.

Now on to the situation that happened several years ago. My wife was diagnosed with a condition which meant she would need a hysterectomy. Her mother offered to come to our house and stay for a while to be there when she had the surgery and to help out around the house after the surgery with some of the things my wife couldn’t do. She arrived a couple days before the surgery was scheduled and settled in to the guest room next to the master bedroom.

My first time was in the woods part 1 [virginity, nonfiction]

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” asked Jen as Kevin turned off the highway onto an old dirt road.

“Quite sure,” he replied. Kevin is my older brother. He met Jen at school and they’d been seeing each other for a few months now. Summer vacation had just started and he said he knew of a nice place to go swim for the day to beat the heat. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but as we go further down this road, the woods aren’t the only thing that’s looking shady.

I look over at Cathy, sitting next to me in the back seat. Cathy is Jen’s younger sister; she’s the reason I’m along on this trip. She convinced Jen that it would be better to bring her along than leave her alone all day at home. I was brought along to keep her company.

My name is Mark. I’m the same age as Jen. Due to the oddities of the school districts, we went to different schools even though we live down the street from each other. It’s another oddity why Kevin and Jen didn’t bother to introduce us earlier.

Watched a milf and her daughter masturbate when I was homeless [milf, voyeurism ]

Life was hard. I was 18 and out in the world by myself. My home life was not a pleasant situation. My Dad beat my Mom and if I happened to get in the way, he’d pound me to a pulp. I left home when I was 14. I wanted to stay and help my mom but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I love my mother dearly, but I just couldn’t handle it.

I got by pretty well for a homeless kid. I ate scraps that restaurants threw out. I’d found some pretty swanky restaurants that tossed out some near full meals that customers hadn’t eaten. I would encounter cooks taking smoke breaks in the alley and I got on good terms with them. About once a week I’d find a complete meal in a Styrofoam container. I got clothing from a homeless shelter and I was always able to find someplace dry to sleep.

During the day I would stay downtown by the river and entertain myself. There was a lot to do. In the evenings I would wander the streets looking for my lodging for that night. It wasn’t the greatest life, but it was certainly better than being beaten by that asshole I lived with. Everyday I thought about my mother and wondered how she was doing.