Tag: Incest

“Call me a whore, Daddy,” she begged as she rode his cock [MF] [DDlg] [18-40s] [breeding] [inc.]

“You whore. You dirty little whore!” Callie’s Daddy spat as she, his pride and joy, rocked her impaled, hairless cunt all over her his throbbing length. “Can’t believe my daughter is such a dirty whore. Fuck. Take that cock. It’s what you wanted, princess. Fucking ruin yourself on it.” He clasped her hips, so wide for a girl her age, and sank his fingers into her flesh.

Callie’s body shuddered. “Oh my god, Daddy!” She wailed. “Fuck your daughter. Fuck your daughter. Oh fuck. Fuck!”

Daddy reached up for her throat and squeezed. Callie’s eyes bulged, looking at her handsome father. “Take it all, kitten. You belong to me. Make it official. Work that dick until I shoot up your cunt.”

“B-but that’ll get me pregnant . . .” She choked out. Daddy’s finger traced her windpipe, reminding her just what an owned piece of fuckmeat she was.

“Then get pregnant, you dirty whore.” His monotone growl shot chills up Callie’s spine and down into her suddenly clamping, squeezing pussy.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy! I’ll get pregnant for you. Call me a whore again, Daddy? Call me a whore while you breed me?” Read more »

I slept with my nephew. [F]

This post obviously contains incest. I originally posted this in an incest subreddit a while ago, but I’ve recently discovered this subreddit. I’m just not sure how well incest goes down here, so this is just a disclaimer to anyone who doesn’t like it :)

I guess I should give some context, just so you can get an understanding of my relationship with my nephew before hand.
My brother has been a single dad since my nephew was 3 years old. I’d help out when I could but eventually my time was split between my own home and my brother’s, basically staying with him part time to help out more – due to his work my brother would often travel so it was just easier for me to stay with my nephew.

As my nephew grew up I’d catch him checking me out and such. It didn’t really bother me as I knew this was just a thing guys did around that age.
It got to a point where I’d sometimes find my panties in his room, which he’d obviously stolen from my room, to jerk off with I assumed. Read more »

33(M4F) Erotic story (Mom/Son)

It was late in the evening (around 11PM) when I made myself comfortable on the sofa next to my mom(F53) who was, as always, watching the news and sipping wine. Her evening routine usually consists of taking her antidepressants, having 1 to 2 more glasses of wine to enhance the effect of her meds and then either making it to bed or passing out on a sofa.

She’d just got out of the bath so the soft, pleasant smell of her soap and her shampoo lingered in the air, combined with smell of cannabis and tobacco it´s a smell I’d always associate with home. Every time I sat down next to her in the evening she would lie on her side next to me, resting her head in my lap facing the TV.

Why does she watch the news right before bed I don’t know but she also sometimes reads crime stories before bed so I guess she is just weird like that. Read more »

Sex at a club. [MM.] [20+] [Pseudo-incest] [Omegaverse] [Heat] [Knotting]

I stepped up onto the sidewalk and triple-checked the location, making sure I had reached the sex club my friend had forced me to visit in his stead. The gloomy brick exterior made me wonder whether I had made the right decision by coming here. As I entered the club, the smell of liquor and the sounds of laughter and music welcomed me. I took a seat at the mini bar and ordered a beer.

I looked around and noticed that the little club was jam-packed with patrons of all ages. I turned away as a man pulled a server into his lap and started fucking him. I took a sip of my beer. An old man took a seat next to me.

“Do you have reservations?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I said and gave the ticket to the man.

“You are a damn lucky guy. He’s one of our specials. Very obedient and submissive. And you have got him for all night.” He stood up and returned the ticket. “Come, I will guide you there.” Read more »

My girlfriend edged me because she was angry I wasn’t angry [FF]

So a fun fact about me so that I don’t experience anger very often. I’m very Type B (*a rarity for a lawyer… Which is probably why I hate most lawyers*), so anger is just not an emotion on my radar unless shit gets really bad. Sometimes I get upset out of a sense of justice or bummed out, but I usually internally process instead of lash out. Sometimes I even yell out of social obligation, but that’s more strategic than impulsive.

All of this is to say, I can be a difficult person to date. It sounds great on paper but in the words of my ex boyfriend, “How the fuck am I supposed to know if something is bothering you?”

So, my ex girlfriend was mad me for at least 80% of our relationship, and it drove her up the damn wall that I did not reciprocate this emotion.

We once got into a fight because I had the audacity to say hi to someone on my campus because, according to her, he “clearly had a thing” for me.

*M could be a tad dramatic.* Read more »

[F]28 Sexual tension between my boyfriend and cousin

If you know me, you know I have a fun relationship, there’s not much we haven’t explored in the past 10 years! One of both of our most common and favourite explorations is FMF. I know, nothing special.

Over the summer we have attended our fair share of festivals, camping trips, nightclubs and other excursions with our friend group, as you do. In which my cousin [22] (recently moved here from AUS) has also been tagging along to make new friends. My boyfriend [29] and I are like an open book and he’s been pretty clear how hot he thinks she is and how much he wants her just one time at least.

It’s been more noticeable each and every time we are out, she is gravitating towards him. He’s naturally charming anyway and on top very pleasing on the eye. I catch her gazing at him until his eyes lock with hers. Everyone knows that stare. Read more »

Hellos, Housekeeping, and a Refresher

**Part 1: Hello!**
*Meet the Mods*

Hey! My name is Lillith and I’m your head mod. Your other mod, u/asphaltdragon, who I will be referring to as AD for the remainder of the post, is running around here somewhere.
It’s just the two of us. Which brings me to…

**Part 2: Housekeeping**
*Patience*

Like I said, there’s only two of us. AD and I are doing this in our free time. We work full time and have lives outside of Reddit. So please, have a little patience with us. Before AD agreed to mod, I was by myself, because the old head mod passed the reins to me and stepped down. We are only two people, and we’re only human. Life has been running us ragged lately, so trying to get the sub running smoothly has been a struggle. We’re doing what we can, when we can. So again, please be patient. To the 98% of you that have been kind and patient, please know that we see you, and we appreciate you. To the other 2%: let’s talk for a minute. I don’t know who raised y’all, but some of you have been downright rude and condescending, and it’s unnecessary. It also won’t solve your issue any faster. We are *human beings*. We have lives, and sometimes we make mistakes. There is no reason for you to be hostile. It’s 2022 and just know that I match energy. Come correct, or don’t come at all. We do not, and will not, put up with rude users. Read more »

The Lottery: Part 1 [exhib, humil, WAM]

The Lottery

Licensed Under the Creative Commons License CC-BY-SA 4.0.

Sex content: M+/F, FF, incest (F/d, M/s, b/s), humiliation, exhibitionism, impregnation.
WAM content: eggs, honey, flour, clothing destruction

It was a warm, sunny day in June when the villagers assembled for the lottery. Every resident aged between 18 and 50 was required to be there. The elders looked after the children while the younger adults carried out the ritual. Or just watched. The rule was that witnessing the ritual was mandatory, but participation was optional–unless you were chosen. Then, you had no choice.

The earliest arrivers were greeted by Mayor Shank and his wife. Shank loved the lottery. As soon as he came of age, he had sold his interest in the family pig farm to his brother, so he could run for mayor and become the lottery officiant. People always said that it was too bad, because he would have made a perfect pig farmer. With his protruding belly and hanging jowls, he somewhat resembled that livestock, and his similarly rotund wife made for an excellent match. But there was no denying, they were a natural fit for the lottery. The flair with which they conducted the proceedings was undeniable, and their participation was always enthusiastic. Read more »

Family at the Circus [MMF, inc]

Family at the Circus

Licensed Under the Creative Commons License CC-BY-SA 4.0.

WAM content: M/F, pies, custard, clothing destruction Sex content: MMF, incest (M/s), BBW, oral, humiliation, exhibitionism

Kate would never have considered herself particularly attractive, but tonight she was the object of two men’s desire. The first, she would have expected: Dave, her husband of nearly two decades. The second would have surprised her, had she known: Josh, her son, who had recently turned 18.

A typical middle-aged, overweight suburban housewife, Kate’s 5’2″, 240-pound frame meant that her belly stuck out almost as far as her 46DD breasts. Her round ass and wide thighs were covered in cellulite, and her arms were soft and flabby. She was certainly not conventionally attractive, and she always dressed modestly, but when her husband Dave, a ruggedly handsome man in his 40s, saw her naked, he was always turned on by the voluptuousness of his obese, 36-year old wife. She was a classic Big Beautiful Woman, and Dave wouldn’t change a thing about her. He always wanted to keep the lights on when they made love, and insisted that she leave her pubic hair untrimmed, even though its brown color didn’t match the natural blonde on her head. Read more »

My aunt found my secret. [53Fx20M/Fb] [Feminization, Foot play, Footwear, Spit, Incest, Milf]

*I need to see you Luke. Come to my house this afternoon, at around 5. There will be snacks.
Love, aunt Liz* 💋

That damn message has been bouncing around in my head all day. What could she even want? And doesn’t she have anything else to do? I mean, I know we’re right in the middle of august, everyone’s on vacation and the scorching hot sun outside doesn’t really tempt one to do much, but come on!
Sadly, I don’t have a schedule busy enough to justify bailing on this mysterious encounter, and thus here I am, on her doorstep, hesitating before I ring the doorbell.

Elizabeth is my dad’s sister. About six years younger than him, she’s a rich woman in her early fifties, enjoying a lavish and pampered life thanks to the financial speculations of her husband.
She’s a hardcore fashionista, obsessed with vintage brands: she once spent a whole month scouring second-hand shops all over Paris in search of an elusive pair of the first iteration of red bottomed loboutins, dated 1992.
Growing up she told me all about the history of fashion, ranging from meaningless personal anecdotes about great stylists all the way to the details of the production lines of the popular brands I wore. Being an angsty, long haired boy I pretended not to care, of course. All that girly stuff was beneath me, I swore: little did I know at the time. Read more »