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[MF] [incest] [voyeur] I jerked off looking at my naked mom

So I’m going to try and keep this short and write it up in such a way that it doesn’t read like porn, because this is something that I actually did and I’m glad this place exists to give me space to describe it.

I was a teenager – let’s not go into exact years – and taking the bus to and from school. I used to get home around 4:30pm every day. One day I managed to get out of school early because our sports afternoon had been cancelled. It was a hot summer afternoon and when I got home all I wanted to do was get out of the heavy sports gear I was in. I called out as I went through the door but mom didn’t answer, so I didn’t wait and just went up the stairs to my room, where I stripped off and probably dropped dropped everything where I stood on the floor because that’s how I undressed in those days. Then I went over to open the window because I was still too hot. Read more »

The Cabin (MFF, inc, semi-cons)

The Cabin

by SpectreOfHell

Gina sighed as she stepped onto the porch of the lake house. The morning air was a bit chill, but fall was still weeks away and the trees were green and leafy, partially obscuring the view of the neighbors. It felt good to be playing hooky from work. Well, sort of. She had taken the day off on a whim, feeling a need to get away and be alone for a while. Her husband said he’d join her later in the afternoon once he left work. In the meantime, Gina had a romance novel and fresh batteries in her vibrator, and she planned to use her free time wisely.

The door opened and swung in noiselessly. Funny, she thought, pulling her key out of the lock. I don’t remember oiling this. She shut the door and locked it behind her, then smiled to herself. Alone at last! She felt a tingle in her pussy. She had been so horny lately, a malady her husband seemed unable to cure. She loved the man dearly, but she just felt like she needed something more. Well, the vibrator would have to do. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, END [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 5

The town of Danlick stayed out of reach for many days. The roads were too muddy, the weather too inclement. We huddled in the loft with Luke and kept to ourselves. Outside, downpours could not slow rumors of my miraculous recovery. Hory’s manhood found strength again. He used me gently, but spilled his seed outside of my puss. Milk returned to my breasts. He told me, it was all his sucking that made them spring back to life. Laughter came easily between us during those rains.

We did not work. Leaks sprang from the roof. The pigs fouled themselves. Some starved. When we heard their desperate cries, we sprang to rescue them. Five days and nights in the rain flushed our sweat from us. We managed to save most of them.

I had two visitors in the eight days of rain that followed. Reverend Hannity pulled off his muddy boots at the door before entering. I held it open. Hory invited him in. We lunched and prayed together, thanking the lord for another miracle and future good health. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 4 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 4

Baptists refute canonical sainthood, but their stories survive. Many are regarded as important thinkers or heroes of the faith. Pastors de-emphasize their supposed miracles but quote their works.

The folk of Danlick believed in Saint Dunlop. I would need time to prepare myself to reach her. A month was not enough time. Fortified by Mrs. Orchard’s community, though her christian name came difficult to my tongue, I suffered Hory’s forcefulness without lapsing into despair. I neither felt nor sought pleasure from his manhood. Working farm and sty centered my emotions, lifted me above the darkness that tugged at my soul. My love for Luke increased every day. He was a blessing, if not in the way my neighbors imagined. A month after returning from Danlick, I was gathering eggs from our small hen house. Turning I shook feathers and dung from my apron. I looked up. Hortense had been enlarging one of the pens. His tools stood against a rail. I saw John Tuttle leading my son away. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 3 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 3

Our first child was born two months after Grandfather passed away. Hortence was twenty and unmarried. Twice, women in the township had met him with obvious intent. One was nearly my age and reeked of desperation, for alcohol not a husband. The other was a cute fireball who expected men to jump when she snapped her fingers. I can’t say who disappointed my son more. He rejected both, simply by not inviting them again.

I had kept my pregnancy a secret. A backwoods church is the center of community events and religious services. I received comments about gaining weight, but I never encouraged that falsehood. My past lies weighed heavily. About the time of my third month, incredible rumors crisscrossed communities for fifty miles. Every third week or so, news came of a miracle baby. Folk assumed the nonsense regarded a particular baby, born to an unwed mother. With successive tales giving details of births to different mothers who were solid members of society, a pattern formed, a pattern who’s familiarity terrified me. The women, their husbands all casualties in the war, had born sons in recent months. My peers suggested the reality of lonely women succumbing to temptation. Consistent rumors over the next three months, from different communities, inspired a truth of faith, especially when the rumors claimed the miracle sons resembled the lost fathers! Pastors began to laud the “Danlick Blessings.” God was giving sons to devout Christian widows. Locals attending church nearly doubled. Hope and pride, devastated by the war, swelled in their hearts. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 2 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

Chapter 2

Hortense found me rewrapping my foot with a dish cloth. I had cleaned his shirt with soap and full boiling water. Sensing the emergency was over, my son reverted to practical matters. “I’m hungry, Ma. Did Greatgran eat yet?”

I sliced headcheese and tore chunks of bread for both of them. I skipped eating. How my body was sore from a foot wound, I could not explain it. My foot felt somewhat better by supper. I made a stew. Hory helped to wash the dishes. I cleaned up Grandpa after dinner. He grabbed my breasts. Hory caught him at it.

“Don’t touch her, Gramps!”

Regis took his hand off my dress and sulked. Hory put his great-grandfather in his room early. He latched it shut and came to me.

“You will sleep with me, tonight.”

Blood rushed to my face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go into town.”

“You will give me a fuck every night until you can.” My son whispered. Had he learned what Regis knew?

The words he used last night had been reserved. A day later they had turned foul. “Son, you mustn’t put your seed in me. Let me-” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch.1 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

– all characters herein, who act explicitly, are 18 or older. –
– For extra context, please read my first SMOMS (submissive mothers organized for mutual support) story, set in modern times. Go to my profile and click on the POSTS tab.
– I’ll claim, the difference between porn and erotica is, porn is ridiculous, erotica less so. This here be some crazy shit.

Chapter 1

I cannot blame my downfall on the lie I told, just as spring is not at fault for melting frozen rivers. I would have died, from despair’s noose, if my last son had been taken to avenge the Yankee villains who killed his father and brother. So I lied to the man who wore gray rags proudly. I lied to his brave recruits who had lied about their ages, to avenge their families. I told them my boy was twelve. He was sixteen at the time. Neighbors did not betray us. All had lost sons and husbands. It helped that Hortense’s stature is slight, hardly taller than myself. When my boy eventually chose to grasp me, two years later, my diminutive build was as much at fault for casting me into mortal sin as was the lie. Read more »

The Slutmaker 6: Sandra Listens [Inc] [Mdom] [anal]

This is the sixth part in my ridiculous story of filth and incest. Previous chapters are in my post history and linked in the comments. Suggestions welcome.

 

Mandy bites down hard on the pillow as her brother violates her, tears of pain and joy streaming down her face. Unlike her mother she hasn’t had the advantage of a box of massive dildos to train herself with, her virgin cunt aches and quivers around Alex’s swollen shaft. Mandy has heard the saying “crawl before you can walk” but losing her virginity to a cock of this size was more like flying a helicopter before crawling, it was a trial by fire. But Alex is relentless, slowly forcing his cock into her virgin tunnel, ignoring her muffled squeals. Mandy thinks that Alex must be almost balls-deep inside her, but then she looks up between her legs and is shocked to see that he is only halfway.

“Oh god oh god oh god it’s so fucking big” she gasps, rubbing her clit harder. Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 6-7. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 6 —

Vanice laughed. “Beezub! what was that, a great dane?”

Tracy sat in the passenger seat frantically wiping her pants with tissues. “After the boxer and the dachshund, I thought we’d never reach your car.”

“Poor little wiener dog had to watch the big dogs nose into your crotch.”

“I’ll never get the slobber out of my panties.”

“Trust me. That won’t stop the guys I’m taking you to, from adding their slobber.”

“Just drive.” Tracy was already exasperated at her night out.

“Yessah, missus lady mistress.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re lucky I want cock tonight, instead of clerk.”

The club was a white box with colored lights splayed over the front, strobing to the music within. Read more »