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Clementina, Part XI [erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, anal, lactation, MF, incest(m/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION AND MORE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

This story assumes you have read all previous nine parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

There may be a break before the next part is posted as I might have to make an unplanned trip out of town in the coming days. If that is the case, I will pick up when I return.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.

Thank you!

This story begins immediately after Part X ends.

Clementina, Part XI

Chapter 2: Symbiosis (continued)

The first part of the night I slept soundly, but then my dreams turned turbulent and fevered.

Man Of The House

It was the day after my eighteenth birthday. I woke up with a pounding headache. Zack, Nedry, and I had gone out last night for an evening of partying and drinking. It didn’t matter that I was only 18 – if you say it’s your birthday, most bartenders will give you a free shot anyways. And if they didn’t, there was always someone else around willing to party.

Ma was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee when I walked in. As usual, she looked good. At age 41, she kept herself fit and well made up. I know half my buddies would bed her in a minute. She found their attentions amusing, and often flirted with them: chucking one under the chin, shushing another by placing a long sculpted fingernail against his lips, or even leaning over the counter so they would be sure to get a good view of her ample cleavage. But she was sexy is a good way, not a trampy over-done cliché. She was vice president of some bank downtown and always looked business-like. Today she had her hair up in a severe bun on the back of her head and was wearing a wrap dress with a skirt just long enough to be seen as work-casual. Read more »

Mom Teaches Sex Ed to her Son’s Class – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

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Mrs. Smith followed her son’s teacher down the corridor to the classroom. They were walking quickly as the teacher, Ms. Watson did not want to leave her students unoccupied for too long. In the silent and empty corridor, Mrs. Smith’s black high heels echoed as she smiled at her son’s teacher as they walked.

Reaching the classroom, Ms. Watson entered the room and beckoned her students to stop talking and listen. The room quickly fell silent as the boys in the class couldn’t keep their eyes off their new Sex Ed teacher. Kevin, Mrs. Smith’s son, who sat by the window, was staring out into the sky. He saw what his Mom was wearing and considering the type of class she was here to deliver, he anticipated much abuse from his friends. Read more »

My girlfriend is teaching my son about sex [MFM]…

My son (19) has been eying my girlfriend (41) for basically his entire life.

It used to be a big joke when he was very young. He (Jake) met her (Courtney) when he was four, she was twenty-six, and I was a somewhat scandalous thirty-five seriously dating someone nine years younger just two years after my divorce. He took to Courtney instantly even if my ex-wife (Jake’s mother) did not. Jake’s always been a sweet, affable kid and Courtney – who has no biological children of her own – adored him at once. All the stereotypical jokes in the world have been made about him “stealing her” from me due, perhaps in part, to the age discrepancy or perhaps just because they get along so damn well.

Having partial custody of Jake, Courtney and I got him on weekends and we had a lot of fun growing up taking trips, playing in the park, encouraging him to pursue his interests (and oftentimes learning them along with him), and so on. She’d help him with his homework once it started to stump me (I’ve always been weak at math), she’d play video and then PC games with him later into the night than I could bear to with my rigid work schedule versus her self-paced job, and in general she was like a second mom to him. In fact, Jake sometimes slipped up an called her “mom,” which always brought a huge smile to her face. Read more »

Yes, we did get caught (Part 5) [Str8][mf][Inc]

Within a day or two, my fate was fixed; seemingly Mom and Dad had simply made up their minds, without further consulting me, that Chrissy and I would be attending prom as a couple. Mom and Chrissy were planning to go shopping for a dress that weekend. On Friday morning I gave in to the inevitable and went to the table near the school entrance to buy a pair of prom tickets. It wasn’t as simple as I’d imagined. There was a permission slip, which surprised me – I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to get my parents to sign something for school. Worse, there was a “guest form” that had to be filled out if your date wasn’t from the school. That posed a problem: I couldn’t very well put Chrissy’s full name on the form, especially as our family name was fairly distinctive. Furthermore, the form had to be signed by the non-student’s parents. I took the forms home and consulted Mom, pointing out that I didn’t really want anyone at school knowing that Chrissy was my sister. Mom laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.” She filled in: “Attendee’s name: Chrissy Baboulis.” Baboulis was Mom’s maiden name. Then she signed the form, again using her maiden name, dated it, and handed it back. “Problem solved.” Dad signed my form, using our family name, and wrote a check for the two tickets. He commented: “I’m glad you’re doing this, son. You’ll have a lot of fun. We’ll head down to Jock’s soon to fit you for a tux, OK?” Jock’s was a formal wear company in town. The packet I’d picked up at school had an advertisement for tux rental from a place that, I guess, the school hand contracted with for a discount in exchange for advertising, but Dad was adamant: “No, we’ll definitely go to Jock’s. He’ll take care of you.” Dad owned various fancy outfits; it went along with being a musician, I guess. “Renting a tux is silly, anyway. We can buy something that looks really good on you for not that much more, and you’ll be able to use it all your life. You’re pretty much done growing, I hope — or I won’t be able to afford to feed you anymore.” That was another tired old joke of his. Read more »

[Incest, Dubcon] Days 1,2,3: Hayley’s Awakening.

**Day 1 9.45 pm. Sunday night.**

Hayley screamed as her older brother yanked off her towel as she pranced across the hallway quietly.

“Julian! This isn’t funny anymore!” She snapped at her thirty six years old brother. “You’re way too old for this and so am I.” She shouted angrily, half blushing and half agitated. Her pink nipples erect from the winter air. Having her fully developed body exposed in front of another man, albeit her brother, is gut-wrenching.

Julian starred at her recently shaved pussy and smiled as she quickly covered herself. She heard heavy breathing last night by the bathroom door. She was sitting bottomless on the edge of the tub with one leg propped up as she shaved herself bare.

“Fuck, it better not be him spying on me.”

Her father was standing his bedroom, looking out through the half-opened door. He smiled, too, as he reached down for his stiff hard member.

He loved watching his own flesh and blood shaving the night before. Her firm leg up against the tiled wall. Her pink slit gaping as sweat runs down her thigh. She was ready. Read more »

Yes, we did get caught (Part 4) [Str8][mf][Inc]

The next morning, waking up a bit later than usual, we hurriedly showered and got ready to leave for our respective schools, hardly saying a word to each other. Evidently we were both still mulling over what had happened the night before, although I didn’t feel that there was any particular tension between us – we took a moment to embrace and kiss in the shower and it felt as sweet and loving as it always did. Nevertheless, as I made my way to school, my thoughts and emotions were churning. I knew I would have to process fully what had happened, and the problem was, my mind kept skittering away from parts of it whenever I tried to look at it head-on:

Chrissy likes to have her butthole tongued. Great! She’s got a cute, fresh-tasting butthole and I’ll tongue it any time she wants. Or put my finger up. Butt stuff isn’t exactly my big kink, I don’t think, but it makes her happy so it makes me happy. (What if she wants me to fuck her butt? Would it fit? Would it hurt? …What if she wants to play with my butt? Um, err, hmmm, let’s think about something else.) Read more »

Clementina, Part X [erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, anal, lactation, MF, incest(m/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION AND MORE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

This story assumes you have read all previous nine parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. Thank you!

This story begins immediately after Part IX ends.

Thanks.

Clementina, Part X

Chapter 2: Symbiosis (continued)

Sister’s Birthday Gift To Me

When my dad married my step mom almost ten years ago, I thought it was the most unfair thing in the entire universe. It was hard enough to lose my mom but to get a new one… that was just not right. I swore she’d never be mom to me. I had no idea at the time just how wrong I’d be. The other thing that I was so wrong about was my step sister. Girls had cooties and step sisters even worse. My parents thought it was cute that we were practically twins, same age and same birthday. Darlene never let me forget though, that she was my older sister by half a dozen hours. Read more »

Cherry on Top, Chapter 13 END [Mf] [Incest] [Father/Daughter]

[Chapter 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mdxfhc/cherry_on_top_chapter_12_mf_incest_fatherdaughter/)

***CHERRY***

It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.

Not the club itself. Based on what I’d seen on TV and in movies, the club wasn’t anything extraordinary. Booths with tables ringed the dance floor, offering a bit of privacy and relative quiet from the fever of the rest of the room. Large doors on the other walls seemed to lead even deeper into the club, perhaps private rooms or something. Ringing the walls above the dance floor was a seamless sheet of black glass, and I could easily imagine it as a sort of observation deck.

No, what made Taboo stand out was its patrons. Nobody was here alone, and too many of them shared physical characteristics with their partners. It might have even been safe to assume that everybody here shared blood with the person they were dancing with. There were a surprising number of older people here. Some were simply older than what one would suppose the average club hopper would be, while others were legitimately, factually old. Most of them weren’t partaking in dancing, opting instead to lounge in booths with their partners. Read more »