Tag: Incest

Demom’s Angels, parts 4-5. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

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When Vanice was late to work, usually after a night of conquest, Tracy was allowed to use a master code to unlock the shop’s alarms and raise the storefront’s shutter.

It was a busy day. Payday, for a lot of customers. Vanice sauntered in a hour before Tracy’s lunchbreak. She went to work like a pro. Tracy returned from lunch, and her boss was beaming. The lunch rush had ended and the store was empty for the first time that day.

“Mmmm, it was pure hunk junk, a fat hunk of man flesh inside me, last night.” Vanice had sharing issues.

Before she could change the topic, Tracy’s mind imagined a hispanic prick the size of a guitar sticking out of yesterday’s deliverer’s crotch. Her pelvis clenched at the vision. “Vanice, the cash register was having trouble connecting to the net.” Tracy hoped it had gone unnoticed.

“Honey, I don’t mean to be rude, but unless you’re bleeding, I still need you cover the hour you missed, yesterday. And no PMS lip about it back to me, okay?”

“That’s not it. Just a spasm, Vanice. I’m fine. Work me to the bone, today.” Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 1-3. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels
by DiscipleN

Tracey Nians loaded the dishwasher carefully. It was old and cranky, and if you didn’t know where the sweet spots were, dishes ended up dirtier. She couldn’t entrust the chore to her thirteen year old, Howard, or her nine year old, Mina. Although, the daughter was more reliable than her son.

Cooking and cleaning hadn’t gotten easier after her husband’s death. Tasks reminding her of her love’s absence required extra effort. Tears made the housework easier. Hadn’t she had cried them long enough, according to conventional wisdom?

Tracy opened herself to a new relationship, but dates felt like adultery, and get togethers with friends and an extra friend felt like nothing at all. She pined for her one true love. Maybe she always would. So be it. There were dishes to wash. She poured the soup, closed the hatch, latched it, and spun the dial.

The machine gurgled to life as water galloped through an orifice choked with mineral deposits. The pump groaned and shuddered. The spray holes were harpies screeching dizzily from clunking blades. Read more »

The things Millie and I would do in the hallways of our high school senior year [MF] [exhibition]

Please see [my first Millie post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7pgbeg/angry_fucking_my_ex_in_the_park_next_to_her_house/) for a description of Millie and our relationship. The long and the short of it is that I dated Millie through high school and one year of college, that Millie is great, and that she had small tits, a beautiful round ass, and a hairy pussy.

Millie and I were on a nerdy academic team in high school. It met two or three times a week, but practice never started within 2 hours of the end of classes. Even though we both had cars by senior year, it didn’t make too much sense to go anywhere. So, we got creative with that extra time.

Millie and I were always tearing at each others clothes. Our need to explore each other’s bodies was insatiable, but we rarely had time alone. Even though her mom was almost always home, Millie’s basement was the place where we fooled around most. Basically we would pretend to watch TV, but one of each of our hands would be in the others’ pants. If we heard the door close or the shower start, we’d assume we had enough time to fuck. She wore skirts when she could, and I’d pull just my dick out of my fly so I could quietly penetrate her while her parents were milling about upstairs. Her mom would often come down to do laundry when I was over, so we often had to suddenly sit up and act normal whenever we heard the telltale squeak of feet on the first step. Read more »

An inappropriate relationship with my step-dad…pt 5 (Final Installment) [FM]

*This is part of a series of stories that have to do with a very inappropriate relationship I had with my step-dad during the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year in college. You can read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hvg2c/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_1/), part two [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7i8ran/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_2/), part three [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7k3bub/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_3/), and part four [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7nwvs6/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_4/). To be clear, I’m not into incest, I don’t have daddy issues, and I don’t call anyone daddy (not even my dad!). It’s something I hadn’t thought about in a long time but a recent conversation brought it back to light and just seemed like it was interesting enough to share here.*

**Note: this is the final story in the series. There were a lot more encounters than the ones in the stories but it would have taken forever to write about every single thing. So, I shared the major highlights. If you want to know anything else, feel free to PM me :-)**

The weeks following that late-night encounter in his office were a lot of fun. We had gone from totally hands off to him always at a minimum groping my chest. More often than not he would let me touch him and there were a few occasions when he even fingered me. However, he still refused to allow any sort of penetration. Read more »

Weekend at Grandma’s (via r/NaughtyFamilyDiary) [Fm] [inc]

All characters are over 18 and entirely fictional. All rights reserved.

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Dear Diary,

Since I have time off from my grueling coursework this summer, I thought it would be a idea good to head up to Grandma’s house for a visit. She still lives in a cottage-style house a few miles from town, by herself these days. I think she gets lonely up there, but she never lets on when I’m around. Anyway, she had mentioned to my mom that a few of her appliances were on the fritz. I figured stopping by would give us time to catch up while I played Mr. Handyman around the house.

Turns out grandma has a gift for understatement. The house was a mess. First, and most pressing, is that there’s no air conditioning. More on that in a minute. Beyond that, her computer was riddled with viruses. And the phone lines don’t work. She was completely cut off from the world, except through her old cell phone. So far I managed to clean out most of the computer viruses, but I’m still not sure what’s wrong with the phones. Read more »

“practicing” on my brother [mf][inc]

“shut up” Aly said, pushing her reluctant brother into the bedroom.

“do you have to do this on me? you know how wrong this is” Ben said, protesting as she pushed him onto her bed.

“well, i have to practice on someone, otherwise Darryl isn’t gonna want me anymore and he’ll go for that stupid slut Jenny” she said, pulling is pants off. “plus you have to, otherwise i’ll spill the beans about what happened last summer between you and Aunt Lisa.”

Ben’s face reddened. “Wait how do you know about that? Did she tell you?”

Aly smiled. “Of course, Auntie Lisa tells me everrrything. Like how you need to work on your stamina” she grabbed Ben’s semi-erect cock. “Also calling bullshit on your ‘ouu this is so wrong Aly’ comment. You love this incest shit, I know it.” she said, slapping his cock across her face. After giving his cock a long horny stare, she whispered softly “I love it too”, staring her brother in the eye. Read more »

Student/Teacher Relations Part 3 [mF] [inc] [reluc]

**Jessica**

 

My name is Jessica Lee, a 27 year old math teacher at a high school. Among the students in the final year class is my 19 year old brother, George. I’ve just woken up on a Saturday morning draped over him on the couch, with his finger up my asshole. This may seem like an unusual relationship between a siblings, or indeed a student and teacher, but it felt natural for us. As I lie here waiting for him to awaken, I think back on the weekend that started it all.

 

Two years ago our parents died in a car crash. It was no-ones fault, the ground was slick with ice, the night dark.. No-one to blame for the sudden disruption of our life. I had just completed the fifth year of my engineering degree. However, I gave up that dream and applied for a job at the school George attended. In part for his sake – I didn’t leave him and travel to a college 5 hours away. George protested at first of course, arguing that there was no way I should abandon my dream in chemical engineering, but eventually he accepted my decision. But more importantly my decision was because we needed a stable source of income now that our parents were gone.
Over the course of a year, we gradually picked ourselves back up again. I don’t think either us of could’ve without the help of the other. And while I was supposed the be the older sister, I found myself relying on Georges unexpected maturity and well of emotional strength. Read more »

An inappropriate relationship with my step-dad…pt 4 [FM]

*This is part of a series of stories that have to do with a very inappropriate relationship I had with my step-dad during the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year in college. You can read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hvg2c/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_1/), part two [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7i8ran/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_2/), and part three [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7k3bub/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_3/). To be clear, I’m not into incest, I don’t have daddy issues, and I don’t call anyone daddy (not even my dad!). It’s something I hadn’t thought about in a long time but a recent conversation brought it back to light and just seemed like it was interesting enough to share here.*

After that day, all of the awkwardness and hesitation was gone. Masturbating for each other became commonplace with it happening at least 3 times a week. We would wait for my mom to go to bed, Paul would “work late” in his office, and either he would show up to my room ready for a show, or I would walk over to his office for some late night fun. The thing was there was no contact or any attempt at contact. He would show up to my room, I would take my clothes off and start to play with myself while he jerked off. He would cum in a tissue or in his hand or something, wait for me to cum, and he would leave. That is until one night about a week later when just watching wasn’t going to cut it for me. Read more »

Student/Teacher Relations Part 2 [mF] [inc]

The class quietened down and students quickly shuffled to their seats as the sound of Ms Jessica Lee’s high heels approached from the corridor. She entered, and walked over to her desk with such natural grace that no suspicions were raised that she had a toy wedged firmly in her butt. I knew it was there, of course. I had inserted it myself this morning, and I knew my sister well enough to know that she couldn’t resist playing along.

As the class started opening their books and preparing for the lesson, I faked a bored expression on my face as I internally studied her movements. She seemed just as she would be on any other day, but I noticed a slight flush in her usually pale cheeks. She was wearing a long blue skirt and a yellow shirt today, with her hair tied up in that scholarly fashion. Realizing I was daydreaming for too long, I causally opened my books as well. “Jake,” she said to the boy next to me, “You can start by giving us the first answer.” As the class went on, I half expected her to ask me a question, but to my surprise she seemed more restrained than usual, She ignored me completely. Read more »

Backpacking with his sister Part 2 [FM][Inc][Outdoor]

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The chilly morning cold slowly pulled Brian out of his sleep, but finding his naked sister cuddled in his arms next to him fully woke him up in an instant. He sat up straight, trying to understand what had happened and how they could possibly get themselves out of this mess. Failing to come up with anything he sank back, letting out a sigh and running a hand through Lucy’s hair. She was as beautiful asleep as she was awake, the short brown hair soft to his touch as much as her cheek.

Running his fingers over her cheek woke her up, an equally relaxed and exhausted smile creeping over her face. He wanted to pull his hand back, but she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.

Her head turned slightly as she looked at him with one eye still closed. “Good morning.”

Brian chuckled and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I didn’t just dream last night, did I?”

Lucy turned around, locking her arm around him and pulling him in for a kiss, their lips meeting hungrily.

Then she pulled back and giggled slightly. “Does that feel like dreaming?” Read more »