I believe it took place in New York maybe in the 60s or something? It was super well written and I used to bust king kong nuts to it years ago. the sex starts off as purely pro-creative and with the lights off and no foreplay but starts to transition to lust between the mom and son as primal urges start to take over. any and all help much appreciated!
Tag: Incest
A good morning with Daddy – [MF] [oral] [vaginal] [age gap] [erotic pen pals] [flash fiction] [daddy] [no incest]
Hey,
So. u/flilthhunter69 and I started writing erotic letters to each other. He posted [this one](https://www.reddit.com/r/HappyErotica/comments/gkko2u/hope_you_enjoy_drews_response_to_cleo/) not too long ago. I was quite…inspired, heh. I sent him this quick story earlier today. He loved it. His exact response was, “Holy shit. I could literally feel myself growing as I read that story.” He encouraged me to share it, so I am.
Hope you like it. :)
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We spent the entire night in the Vancouver resort. It was midmorning, and we were both awake in bed. Naked. I was under the covers kneeling between your legs, and I had your hard cock in my mouth. I rested my hands on your thighs while I dutifully sucked it. Even though I had you—had Daddy—in the sauna and shower the previous evening, I was eager to feel your cock again.
I sucked it as best she could. I sucked it so well that you sighed and gently moaned above the covers. When you started to squirm with pleasure, I whined. I loved making Daddy feel good. I took more of you into my mouth and whined again. You groaned when I slid your dick all the way to the back of my throat. Your groan made me whimper with my mouth still full of you. Everything pulsed between my legs. I was wet and growing desperate.
Fucking my mother using drugs [Incest]
Obs: I used google translator to translate my story, so I don’t know if it is good for reading.
– Can you test this little aphrodisiac? – Said a woman in a suit and tie. – You will be well paid if you give us accurate reports on its effects.
This woman in a suit and tie appeared just out of nowhere in my house, even though she was socially isolated she somehow managed to enter my house without me noticing. She being a woman with black hair, looking cold and penetrating and having small tits, but they were delicious to the eyes.
– Sorry, who are you? – I asked disconcerted. –
– Call me Mrs. X, I’m from Ace Industries. You sent us a resume last week and then we accepted you as our newest employee. –
– Ah, now I remembered. –
Last week I had actually sent a resume to a very famous chemical company, however the strangest thing was that the job ad came about by chance at dawn for me in a search result without me having searched on google. Since I did not require previous experience in the assistant role, I accepted seeing if I was going to be lucky and ended up having it.
How the ghost of Adolf Hitler helped me become a better person and fuck my sister [MF, inc, fiction(?)]
I often wonder what a person’s last moments look like.
Does their life flash before their eyes, like all those cliched accounts in movies and books and bad sex stories tell me?
Is there a white light that feels warm and fuzzy?
Do you actually feel anything? Is the moment long, or is it short? Is it true that you actually shit yourself one last time in the moment of your death?
It’s different for everyone, I guess. Hitler certainly didn’t feel anything like that.
“I didn’t see anything special, no white light, no angels, no flashes of my life. I was there, and then I was gone. Like the dust of an Untermensch in the wind.” the former chancellor of Germany told me when I asked him about it once, and maybe now it’s time to explain a few things.
Following Trends pt.2 [F/m] (Incest, Mo/So, being watched)
“Yogi Sammi,” said Tracey breaking meditation.
“What is it flower?” Responded Tracey’s yoga instructor and spiritual guide without opening his eyes. Both sat in Tracey’s workout room, cross legged in front of each other.
“You’re kind of like a priest, right?”
“Um…well why do you ask?”
“I have a confession to make. And I could use some guidance on it as well.”
“Very well, flower. Your troubles shall remain with me, no need to worry.”
Tracey closed her eyes again and went back to her meditating position. “Uh, ok, here it goes. You know my son, Jesse, right?”
“Ah yes, kind Jesse. I have had interactions with him inside your home.”
Tracey opened here eyes and bit her lip, unsure of how to say the next part. “Yeah, well…I…kind of…gave him,” Tracey looked around around and leaned in with a hand at the side of her mouth, “a blowjob” she whispered. Sammi’s eyes shot open and he leaned in to hear more. “It was fine and all, I mean, you know, a mother’s gotta help her children…and maybe, who knows, maybe other moms do that too…” Tracey started fiddling with her fingers like a schoolgirl getting reprimanded, “and maybe sometimes they just get lost in the lust…it’s weird isn’t it, Yogi Sammi? And wrong too? And illegal!”
Mothership Wilderness Chapter 6 [MF] [inc] [cheat]
*I’ve written this story through chapter 8. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
*Previous Chapters:*
[Chapters 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eon791/mothership_wilderness_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f0ckuv/mothership_wilderness_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fgebpk/mothership_wilderness_chapter_4_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxvdol/mothership_wilderness_chapter_5_mf_inc_cheat/)
*Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.*
*Commissioned by CeeBee42.*
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“I heard Jacob was out of his room.” Mason found his brother-in-law reading in the observatory. He sat down heavily in the chair next to John and stared out at the stars. Mason had a lot on his mind recently.
“Yes, we saw him when I was fixing one of the water recyclers.” John didn’t look up from his book. A cold sweat sprung out on the back of his neck at the mere mention of Jacob’s name. Although, John couldn’t have said why.
“We?”
“Well, Pricilla was with me.” John finally looked over at his portly brother-in-law. “How is Lil coming along with her research? Any progress?”
Following Trends [F/m] (Incest, Mo/So, Blowjob)
**Two months into the third quarantine**
“Whatever happened to the cinnamon challenge?” Jesse thought to himself while scrolling through Tik Tok posts with the hashtag “Ma’s Bra.” One after another, videos of sons walking up behind their mothers and cupping their tits were being posted faster than Jessie could watch them. “Some of these are getting millions of views, holy shit! I have to hop on the next trend and try to make it big.”
Weeks passed by and the hashtag slowly started to lose popularity, and it’s spot was now being held by a far more sinister challenge. The “Blow Me” challenge, although sounding provocative, is meant to get a reaction from the person hearing it before revealing to them a party blower from behind your back. Once again, sons had resorted to making their mothers victims of these harmless pranks and made sure to record the whole thing and share it with the world. Some mothers laughed, some got angry, but some, rightfully having mixed feelings about the previous “challenges,” instead gave their sons winks or invited them to a more…private part of the house.
What Mom Can’t Remember M/F, Incest, Drugs/drunk requested re-post
When I was 17 I got drunk at a party and came home and told my mother that I was in love with her and wanted to make babies with her. She very considerately explained that she knew and that she was my father’s wife. She told me I would grow out it soon enough, but till I did to be sure and return her panties to the wash when I was done. She didn’t tell my dad about it or the fact I came home shit faced. She is a great Mom. It was about 2 years later they had come home from a Christmas party rather early and mom was going on about how everybody at the party wanted to fuck her. She looked drunk and out of it but it was early for her to be this drunk. She looks at me and says “see Bill even he wants to fuck me” I must have looked horrified because dad said “don’t worry about her she got some new medicine today and shouldn’t have drank with it.” I had never seen her that way before or since. I do know that the women I knew as mom was gone that night and dad made no attempt to keep Mrs. Everybody Wants To Fuck Me quiet. For the first time I heard my mom cussing like a whore begging to be fucked harder. I went to bed that night and jacked off 3 times listening to dad pound her. I later found out she had been prescribed Xanax.
A bad father (m/f, prost, incest, nc)
Am I a bad father? Perhaps, perhaps I should go to hell for what happened that day, and the months and years after. Maybe I shouldn’t have gambled so much, but I had so few joys in my life after my wife had passed. Raising a girl without a mother, especially as they blossomed into beautiful young woman was more difficult than I had expected. Without my wife, I felt attractions that no father should have for his daughter. So small and fragile. A porcelain doll that practically begged to be broken. But despite my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies, I never touched her.
Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t peek. Walk in on her during showers, or changing. Going through her clothes as I washed them, inhaling deeply, her panties on my face, tasting her. I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes, thinking of her, I’d use those panties, wrapping it around my cock, imagining her putting them on with my cum still on it. I’m lucky she never caught me.
Spell Gone Wrong [mF] [inc] [anal] [oral] [body swap] [mother/son]
**Spell Gone Wrong**
Sweat running down her neck, with no light but the little thrown by the contained flame in the petite metal cauldron and four candles that rested on the table, Isabella tossed the tuft of her boyfriend’s hair into the cauldron. The spell card rested behind it.
“Take this offering. Give me sight, give me vision. Let me see him at his most private. Truth, preferable to ignorance. Let me see it all.”
The flame shot up and turned purple.
Isabella fainted and collapsed.
The flame continued to burn.
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Isabella rolled over in bed, waking from sleep. Before opening her eyes, she noticed acute pain in her lower back and shoulders. Something felt different about her chest, too—a different distribution of weight. She opened her eyes and immediately realized she was in a different room than her own. _I don’t have an alarm clock._ The bedding was unfamiliar. _I’ve never been in this room before. Where am I?_
Her hands, they were completely different too, more wrinkles. She looked down at her chest. _Whoa, gravity’s really doing its job, what happened?_ Isabella glanced down. A fading scar ran up her abdomen. _How’d I get that?_ She spread her legs. Curly black hair covered her mons pubis. _I swear I shaved like two days ago, what the heck?_