Tag: Incest

My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 8 [Final] [Incest]

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– 7:53 PM (5/19/21)

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I was cleaning Auntie’s squirt and cum off the bedroom mirror while she was getting cleaned up in the bathroom. We hadn’t said a word to each other since our finishing, but we both knew that the end was far from over. Auntie’s nipple rings bounced with her breasts as she re-entered the room. “Christ, you blew a big one.” Her voice croaked. “Still ready for the main event?” She teased. I tossed my ejaculate filled rag aside while standing to show her how ready I was. “Never mind then.” Auntie jiggled on her way to the bedside table where she pulled out an array of different condoms. My heart sank despite my best efforts to contain expectations. Who would want kids in this economy anyway? Read more »

My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 7 [Incest]

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*Quick Note: This is the second to last chapter. The 8th and last chapter will be out tonight!*

– 12:55 AM (5/18/21)
I locked the door. Auntie was in the midst of her post orgasm shakes so I laid her back down on the couch. She seemed more stable than before, probably because she expected it. “She’s. Huff. Gone?” asked Auntie. I was sure of it, but I double checked via the door hole. “Nothing” I said. Guess she didn’t like my questions. I flashed a co-opted version of Aunties trademark smirk back at her. She smiled back before falling backwards into the couch cushion and catching her breath. “You’re so lucky she ran off.” She said. “What on Earth compelled you to do that!?!” I thought back to my original reasoning. “I thought that if she got in our way once, it would happen again and again no matter if she was even here or not.” “You could have just kept eating me out.” Auntie said with a half smile. “Ya well, now your memory will default to naughty finger banging instead of interrupted pussy eating.” “Make her cum once and they think they can talk back to their Aunt, smh…” Read more »

My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 6 [Incest]

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– 12:44 AM (5/18/21)

I awoke to the smell of burning food. I was alone in the bed having had the best orgasm of my life. Given to me by my Aunt. Saying it in my head didn’t feel weird at all. Good sign. I put my underwear back on and made a quick pit stop to my room for some clothes. Noticing the bedside clock read past noon, I half expected Auntie to be at work by now. It was a happy surprise to see her blundering lunch in the kitchen instead. “Ha!” She said while catching notice of me after she failed to pull a hot lasagna tray out the oven. Auntie smiled and put her hands on her sexy waist. “Who needs the break now? Brat.” Wearing one of Luna’s smaller aprons, Auntie went back to battle with the lasagna. “Need help Auntie?” I asked from the other side of the kitchen counter. “I’m not an idiot Charley, I can manage lasagna.” “I can see that.” I responded. “In the first cabinet to your left there’s oven mitts.” Without saying a word and being as quick as possible, Auntie grabbed the mitts and tossed the dish on the stove top. “All in a day’s work!” she yelled triumphantly. Read more »

Here are the links for: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s4aez3/mommys_training_pt_1_handjob_motherson_incest/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sa99dt/mommys_training_pt_2_blow_job_motherson_incest/)

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***This is the final part of the series. For those who went through it all, I hope you had fun :)*

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“Here, let me start the timer. Like that, we’ll know if we are progressing.” Kathy said, setting up the timer on her phone.

With all the tenderness a mother can have, Kat started to pump the engorged cock of Tom. Each up and downs of her hand seemed to bring a soft moan out of her son’s mouth.

Finally, her plan was on track. Since she convinced her son that he might have a premature problem, he agreed to follow her training. But in reality, the real plan of Kathy was to make him more premature. The point of this plan was to keep him to herself. She knew she was the only woman that truly loved him. The only one who could provide him with all he deserved!

“Oh fuck, mom… I”m so sensitive. Don’t go too fast.”

Tom was panting heavily. The soft touch of his mom was overwhelming him. Read more »

~This is my first attempt at erotica so please don’t be too harsh!! Lol~

I wipe my face, mascara running down my face. Rivulets of cum drip from my cheeks and chin, falling onto my white blanket. It leaves a stain that almost resembles an open circle, the incompleteness that reflects my broken nature – although one that may soon be developed further in my continued relationship with my abusive lovers. I look at them both as they begin to dress, their toned bodies and what they resemble being part of the attraction in why I let them into the most depraved side of myself.

We had just finished a particular lengthy and violent session of sex. The bruises on my neck and arms as well as the bites on my breasts are symbols of their inability to hold back on their lusts and desires. Their abusive and violent treatment of my body is what gave me orgasm after orgasm as I relived my father’s rape in my head as they fucked me senseless. Their touch acting as the conduit into the trauma I only let out when I’m in bed with them. I am also the body that allows them to release their most violent sides, sides they couldn’t release around other partners. My head throbs from the slamming they gave me when they threw me up against the wall as they pistoned their cocks inside of my asshole. I’m glad they are always available when I most need them for my addiction to sexual violence. Read more »

My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 4 [Incest]

*If you made it this far that’s good! Where getting into the* ***really*** *hot stuff now. Thanks again for all the support!*

– 10:04 AM (5/18/21)

I grew up in rural Iowa for the first 10 years of my life. My mother left my dad because he wouldn’t help support Auntie during one of her worst rough patches. If he only knew the potential reward… Of course, none of this would have been possible if we weren’t family. When I think of it like that, it makes all that comes later feel sweeter. Maybe that’s why she wants me to keep calling her Auntie. Not that I could ask, I couldn’t say anything with her tongue down my throat. She was just a few inches shorter than me at 5 feet 5 inches, but she held me like a baby. When she finally pulled away I was able to put the first words in the air since we entered the room. “Your lips.. They’re sweet.” “It’s syrup idiot.” She said while raising my shirt over my head. Such a mundane action made my head spin. “Well?” I focused long enough to realize Auntie was gesturing at her own clothes. “Sorry.” It took me a minute to get the stained white tank top over her while I was kissing her. She didn’t seem to mind. Read more »