Owned – Chapter Five – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs, FFM, BDSM, Freeuse, Abuse of Religion, Humor, Long

Jeeeeeusussss

I sat on the end of my bed Sunday morning watching Melanie go through my dresser drawers picking out what I was going to wear underneath my dress. The dress she had chosen for me was a light cotton, form fitting thing, and even though it covered me neck to knees, was already too revealing for church, so the underwear was going to matter.

Junior and Mel had decided that maybe it would be good for me to reconnect with my community. But I knew they felt nothing but contempt for the church and all the *delusionals* that went, so really it was just another opportunity to humiliate me.

Truth is, I was feeling pretty good about myself from a physical perspective, so part of me kind of wanted to show off. Turns out having a health minded woman around the house has got me in pretty good shape. I was doing okay for someone my age before she came along because I took long walks and was generally health conscious about food. She’s into kale smoothies, though, and intermittent fasting, and all that. So of necessity, I am too.

Owned – Chapter Four – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs, FFfM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 4 *- Call Me Abby*

The first time I met Melanie in person was on my back tied to my bed.

Frank Jr. was in my bedroom that morning doing FaceTime with her on the iPad when I came out of the shower in my bathrobe and a towel around my wet hair, telling her to come over and meet his mom. I was confused, both that he had a girl, and because up til then he had been treating this day like one of *those* days: I take some kind of pill he gives me, shower, then surrender utterly to whatever he wants to do to me for as long as he wants to do it. Plus, the restraints and flog were already laid out on my bed.

I never knew for sure which trip I was taking because he never told me. He only made me take the drugs once or twice a week, and never the same one twice because he didn’t want me to develop a tolerance to anything. But after performing my ablutions that morning, I was starting to feel the warm melty edges that made me think it was probably the X, which isn’t as extreme as some of the others.

Owned – Chapter Three – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs and Alcohol, FFM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 3 – *X off my Ex*

I met Frank when he was buying X off my ex. Me and Gino had been doing the off and on for about two years, but it was obvious we weren’t going anywhere. Probably the main reason we were still together at that point was because I disliked working more than I disliked fucking him. That’s not fair. He was funny and usually even tempered so I mostly enjoyed his company, but whatever it was we had ended the day Frank Geddis walked into Gino’s apartment looking to score, all big dick energy and youthful swagger.

You could tell right off that he didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, but in spite of that he seemed sharp for a boy his age. Quick and articulate, which you don’t see a lot of in these parts. Only, I wasn’t interested in his mind just then. You ever meet someone and right away just know that this person matters in your life? I swear if I had had a tail, it woulda been waggin.

Owned – Chapter Two – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Alcohol, FFM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 2 – *Against Medical Advice*

I’ll be the first to admit that I have issues. You would too if you grew up like I did. My parents didn’t hit me more than was normal or anything like that, they just let things happen to me that shouldn’t have. Let’s just say that if your kid ends up in a juvenile mental hospital that is actually a work camp run by pedophiles, then you aren’t doing it right.

Am I angry about it? I guess. I’m probably what you would call a volatile personality. But hey, I have fun when I can.

My dad died while I was away at the juvie/bunny ranch, so I never got to thank him personally for having me kidnapped, jailed, worked like a dog, and abused by the staff. It wasn’t even court ordered. He was just sick of my attitude.

To be fair, I was more than handful as a kid, so maybe I deserved something, but no kid deserves to spend his teen years like I did. Imagine your parents just declaring to the world that their child don’t belong in it. Let me tell you, it leaves a mark.

Owned – Chapter One – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drug Use, FFM, BDSM, Long

No one was harmed in the construction of this fantasy.

Chapter 1 – *No Pun Intended*

I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I like to think that I’m honest with myself. And according to this book I read on not being a victim, that’s one of the hardest things to do. But for the life of me I can’t figure out why my life is like this, now. Like, do people get what they deserve or is it all just random?

I’m not what you would call religious. Not anymore. I lost my faith when my son began using me for sex. Truth be told, I had always had doubts, but something about being your own son’s sex slave makes it pretty obvious that nobody is looking out for you no matter how good you were for all your damn life.

I think on some level I had always known the church was hogwash, but I believed in God. I guess my being so devoted to the church was my way of showing Him that I was good. And in return He blessed me with a demon child who was never happy and grew up a bully.

I’m a Hypnotherapist and I hypnotized my little sister – Part 1 [INCEST] [MIND CONTROL]

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of 18 years old. This story contains elements of incest. If you don’t like that, click away.

**Chapter 1**

I straightened my back and leaned forward, my voice low and steady.

“Open your eyes and look at my hand, Kerry,” I told my patient. “Focus on the ruby.”

“That’s it,” I continued when her gaze shifted to the gem sitting on my palm. Her head was lolled to the side, and she was breathing softly. “Just focus on the ruby and the sound of my voice.”

“Beautiful voice,” Kerry mumbled.

“Yes,” I said. “Focus on my voice. Now, I am going to count to ten. With each number I count, you are going to go up the stairs, and with every step you take, you feel yourself coming back up to consciousness. And when I reach the count of one, you will wake up feeling refreshed. Do you understand?”

Her voice was barely audible.

“Yes…”

“Good. You’re doing good, Kerry.”

“Mhm. Good…”

[Fantasy] Fantasies and stories about incest?

I believe that fantasy incest is common in people’s minds when they masturbate or watch porn, but I notice that all of the seemingly incest themed porn makes clear that someone is a step-son, step-daughter, step-mom or step-dad. I’m assuming this is because, even if the porn video is a work of fiction, explicitly describing it as actual incest is illegal. Likewise, I wonder if people who write incest themed stories are equally reluctant to identify the other party in the story as an actual relative, because they fear getting in trouble, somehow? I’m just trying to figure out how common it is amongst humans to get turned on by incest fantasy, as opposed to the number of people who admit that they are. For me, by the way, none of my incest fantasies have ever involved my actual relatives, just the idea of it, i.e. like Kay Parker as Mom in the Taboo movies.

[F] Gooning, Inc [Bondage] [Orgasm Denial]

Wendy was a working woman. She was successful, if you measure success by salary. She worked for Mr. Smith, a multi-millionaire. Could you describe Wendy’s job as a “secretary”? No, not really. It was kind of odd; a job to fit Mr. Smith’s tastes as a man.

Wendy parked in front of Mr. Smith’s private estate: a sprawling mansion. A valet took her keys. What kind of house has a private valet? Well, he was a butler, but what’s the difference at that point? Wendy always found the thought of her five-year-old Honda being parked alongside new Teslas and Lamborghinis amusing. She walked into the mansion, greeted by the servants. No one in that personal palace, save for Mr. Smith, knew her job. At least, she thought no one did. They surely didn’t act like they knew what she did in that back room.

Mr. Smith, tall and elegant, walked down the swept-out steps of the entrance hall. He welcomed Wendy with a charming smile. “Shall we get to it, then?” he said nonchalantly, opening the door under the stairway. Wendy nodded, grimacing, and stepped into that dark closet-like room with only the pale light of a widescreen monitor illuminating it.

[M/F] Swim turned blowjob from my hot aunt

(disclaimer- this story is 100% fiction, none of it is true in any way)

I’m one of thosed dudes who are always thinking about sex, always have been. From the beginning of my teenage years, through losing my virginity, and now the crowning jewel of my sex life.

And simply for context, my name is Cole, and I am 18 years old. I’m a relatively good looking dude, and just over six foot. I played football in highschool, and was pretty good. I like to tell myself I could’ve gone pro if I had never started nicotine. I’ve kicked it now, but man was it hard. But anyways, due to me playing football around the clock, I do not lack in the muscle department.

One of my absolute turn ons is incest. Now don’t get me wrong, I would never ever fuck my birth mom. And everyone else in my immediate family are guys, which I am not into at all. To be fair, I’ve never tried it, and sometimes I think about it, but probably never will touch a dick in my life.

[FM] Fucking My Cousin’s Cousin

So. This technically isn’t incest, and I’ll preface with my cousin (F) and I are related as our mothers are sisters. The guy I fucked (I’ll call Will) is cousins with F through his father and Will’s mother. Only related through my cousin on separate sides of a (divorced) marriage. But, it sounds and feels kinky and taboo nonetheless.

This spring, right after college graduation, I attended my cousin and his stunning wife’s wedding in the land of the Sun, Florida. I had just begun a new (short-lived) relationship with a friend from school, but it was still an open relationship. This was my first wedding since Covid had begun and everyone was vaccinated and ready to celebrate. My entire family was together for the first time in a while and it was the first time I was old enough at a big event like this to drink and make my own decisions. I know, I sound lame, but the last celebration was my high school graduation and that was not a fun time.