Author’s note: This is a sneak peek at a new project I’m going to be working on. If you’ve read the start of my other series Rings of Reshaping, don’t worry I do have more written and even more planned but just had some issues, but I’ll explain that when I get the next chapter posted soon.
Back to this sneak peek, it’s unpolished and unedited as well as written on my phone. The idea had been brewing in the back of my mind for a day or two when I started the drive home from a vacation I’d been on. This scene completely consumed my thoughts while driving to the point I had to turn off the audiobook I was listening to since I wasn’t even hearing it. Finally after over an hour of thinking about nothing else I was forced to pull over onto a highway rest stop to get it written down and out of my head. Luckily it is for situations just like this one that I keep a folding bluetooth keyboard on me at all times whenever I leave the house. Since this wanted out of my head so badly I thought I might as well share it.
Also a couple things have been deliberately either omitted or slightly changed from what will be the final version. This was done to remove some context of what this scene means for the larger plot because I don’t want to give it away. Probably doesn’t need to be said but all characters are 18+, specific ages will be given in the full project.
Tag: Incest
I’m Sorry I Broke Your Bed (Part 1) [DWP] [Incest]
This post was inspired by this post on Dirty Writing Prompts: https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ozivpm/wp_incest_after_she_accidentally_destroyed_your
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Josh had left his door open as he was cleaning off the high shelf on his wall. It was covered in a thick layer of dust and was previously covered in years of various items, from trophies to bits of junk. The items had been taken down, and he had a rag in hand to clean up the dust.
“Boo!” Someone shouted behind him and tapped his back. Josh jumped so hard he lost his balance, leaning back off the step ladder he was standing on. As he fell, he turned, seeing the surprised face of his twin sister, Chelsey, as he collapsed toward her. She tried to side step out of the way, but could not in time, being brought down with her brother. Crash! The twins both came down hard onto his bed, causing the underlying structure of the frame to crack under their combined force. The two laid there for a second on the drooping mattress.
Mother-Cucker! [Femdom] [cuckold] [incest] [milf] [F4M]
******** This story contains themes of femdom, mild cuckold, mild incestual desires, and mild non-consent. It took way too long to write, and I still don’t feel like I got the main character’s cuck feelings quite right…. but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. After this, I’ll probably be returning to my IT Guy series since it was so popular on here. Or maybe a gay-dom story since I haven’t written one of those in so long. Thanks for all the love from everyone. More stories to come! *************
PART ONE: THE ROAD TRIP
My first Spring break in college was approaching, and me and a guy named Donny I had met last semester were absolutely pumped! We had been loosely planning a trip down to the Gulf of Mexico, hoping to get deliriously drunk and pick up loads of chicks.
We were young and naive and just kind of assumed that if we could just show up, girls would naturally flock to us.
There were a few ‘minor’ flaws in our plan, of course, the first being that neither of us was old enough to drink. Donny was slightly older than me, having just turned 20, and I was still only 19.
Reporter’s dilemma part 05
Brad grunted, the hot wetness around his cock was superb, sliding up and down. Caroline had never been so enthusiastic.
Brad had eagerly come home for lunch after Caroline’s hot, lusty invitation. He’d barely gotten the door closed before she greeted him, totally nude and with a bright smile. He eyed her charms, his cock was already half-hard. The sight of her sexy form, five foot seven, 130 pounds, shoulder-length golden honey color hair, jade green eyes, her firm, upright breasts. Nice, grapefruit-sized mounds, he saw her nipples stiff and hard with excitement, her tummy was flat, her hips had a sexy curve, sleek, full legs, took him up to eager, rock hardness.
Caroline’s eyes glowed as she reached down, cupping his crotch as she unzipped him. His pants and boxers dropped, and she had his hard, horny length in her hands.
She purred, “Gonna suck you, sweetheart, gonna blow your cock real good, I want my mouth filled, I wanted my tonsils painted white, baby!”
The Girl on the Video – Part I (M/F)
I needed a break from monsters and slime and all things weird. So here’s a story more like some of my earlier works for your reading pleasure. I expect it to run five or six parts, then I will get back to the Clementina story line.
The first part is pretty straight up boy-girl, but there will be some incest components later in the story.
Have fun!
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The Girl on the Video
Part I
“Seriously?”
I shook my head and looked at my boss, who was staring down at her phone.
“Unfortunately, yes,” she said, sighing. “They canceled at the last minute.”
“Ugh,” I said. It had taken an hour on the subway, going from one end of town to another, to get to the business meeting. We had managed to get an early start and miss the bulk of the morning rush, but now it was getting well into the rush, and the thoughts of dealing with the ride back made me cringe.
Mistress Daughter [trigger warnings] [rape] [non-consent] [incest] [M/D] [physical abuse]
* Author’s note: This story has been written with a specific purpose, both in plot and grammar. Trigger warning – it contains non-consensual scenes of rape and violence. *
That was the day. The time I finally decided to catch her in the act. My own whore of a mother. I had it all planned out. I told her I was going out for the day with friends, making her believe she’d have the place to herself. I fiddled with the frame of my glasses, smirking to myself about my plan. I’d always suspected her, and it was finally time for revenge. I was certain of it. Sure, she’d spoilt me and brought me up as her sole focus. Sure, she’d been through a lot herself. But I’d always resented not having dad around. That was her fault. She divorced him when I was younger. I barely saw him since. Truthfully, that was probably a major source of my anger issues. But she didn’t exactly help that either. As sweet as she was to me, there was always something sinister. Something not right. I felt stalked. My build means I get stares from old men when I go out. But even before that started, it was her I felt looking at me. My own 48 year old mother. Ogling my body. At first, I figured she was jealous of my figure. My slim thick build is hotter than her. My breasts, way bigger than hers since she had to have them removed.
Changing the rules of the happiness game (Part 6) [Str8][mf][inc][F]
I had a somewhat restless day at school. I still didn’t feel totally myself after my first experience with alcohol the night before — I realized with no small embarrassment that I must have consumed close to half of the bottle; I didn’t recall Timothy or Alice refilling their own glasses during dinner the way I had, and then the three of us had polished the bottle off afterwards. I had a residual headache and my stomach was unsettled. Furthermore, I hadn’t fully processed what had happened that morning. Hanging out in our underwear the night before had been one thing, but I couldn’t get the image of Alice standing in front of me, fully naked, out of my mind. She’d acted as if it were a totally everyday thing. And in fact Timothy seemed to think it was completely normal too — he was obviously used to sharing a bathroom with his mom, being in the shower when she was on the toilet, or using the toilet when she was in the shower, which meant they obviously didn’t think anything of seeing each other nude. Which, I figured, wasn’t *that* big a step from walking around in their underwear – I mean, once I’d accepted that — and after my initial embarrassment I’d quickly gotten used to it — why was I getting hung up on seeing Alice naked? I had to admit to myself that the problem was almost certainly that I found Alice quite attractive. I was rapidly ceasing to file her away in the “friend’s mom” category — she was just too intriguing and engaging a person for that. And, while I could tell that she was by no means conventionally beautiful in the Playboy model sense, she was *physically* intriguing as well. Her breasts were, it seemed to me, just the right size; not comically large, but adult, grown-up, totally different from the only other female breasts I’d seen close up: Lily’s bite-sized, still-developing pair. And her unapologetic mat of dark pubic hair seemed like it must hide untold delights.
Behind the Mask, Chapter 7 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oupvnm/behind_the_mask_chapter_6_fm_incest_cousincousin/)
“What are you doing here?” I managed.
“I came to see…” He looked around, apparently stumped for words and stalling. He was about to lie. “I was in the area.”
I almost laughed. “That’s the worse excuse in the book.” Already, my mood had improved drastically. “You wouldn’t be here to see little old me on such a special day, would you? Seems you guys have a lot of free time at the FBI.”
He folded one arm in front of him while the other scratched his jawline. He was cute when he was sheepish. Changing the subject, he said, “I saw you with that couple earlier. Were they your parents?”
And he had to foul the conversation just like that. “They were. Do you recognize them?”
He shook his head with a quizzical expression, then moved out of the way as a car passed him. “Hey, uh… School parking lot isn’t a great place to talk. Wanna sit down somewhere?”
With a smirk, I teased, “You mean like a coffee date?”
He studied me for a moment, then smiled. “Yeah. Like a coffee date.” His smile spread into a grin as he added, “If we’re gonna get married, we might as well get to know each other.”
Keeping it in the family (part 3) (INCEST)
The next morning I woke up feeling very refreshed. My sleep felt like something you would have when you spend an entire day hard at work and you finally get to sleep in the next day. my eyes still relatively closed i stretch out a bit and that is when the first memory pops back into my head. I’m currently lying in my bed alone. but if i remember correctly i did not go to sleep alone last night. Wait, was it all just a dream? Did I really just dream about having fucked my entire family? I look around and I do not see any suitcases in my room, even though I am pretty sure that my aunt was staying in my room as far as i could remember. doesn’t matter, I can easily check my messages from yesterday since I asked my sister to bring me food and come to me. I look around and see my phone on my desk next to my pc. I grab it and press the power button, it’s dead. Of course it is. This almost seems like some kind of poorly written movie script. well, only one way to truly find out i guess. After getting dressed, just in case everything was a dream, I walked out of my room over to my sisters. I slowly open the door and see my cousin and sister sleeping in her bed. If it was all a dream and I wake them up, the entire house will explode, so I’ll just let them sleep for now. I head downstairs and my heart drops. My mom is in the kitchen making breakfast, fully dressed. and my aunt is sitting at the dinner table also fully dressed, and they are just talking about going to the mall and looking for new clothes for my aunt to buy since she is leaving her husband and wants to turn her life around. Well, I guess that answers everything then. It has all been one giant dream. it all seemed so very real but i guess i am going to have to live with those thoughts from now on.
Changing the rules of the happiness game (Part 5) [Str8][mf][inc][mast][mm][F]
The next morning at breakfast I let my parents know I’d be staying over at Timothy’s again that night. They seemed to be very pleased at my newly active social life and repeated their earlier suggestion that I should ask him over myself at some point. Truth be told, I wasn’t thrilled at that idea. I couldn’t imagine my parents being able to engage in interesting conversation with Timothy around the dinner table the way his mother did with us. And, after staying over at his modest apartment, I was suddenly sensitive, in a way I’d never been before, of what he might think if he saw the rather grand building that we lived in. I understood of course that we were reasonably well off, with Lily going to a private school and everything. I’d gone to a (different) private school myself for elementary school, and most of my friends, near as I could tell, came from even wealthier families, going on ski vacations every winter and to Europe in the summer; we’d never done that sort of thing. But the contrast between our doorman building, huge (by New York standards) apartment, and genteel neighborhood on the one hand, and Timothy’s Lower East Side, fiftth-floor, converted-one-bedroom dilapidated walk-up on the other was uncomfortably in the forefront of my mind after successive nights at each. I felt like I had entered a different world — not at all in a bad way! — when I’d visited them: a world in which the surroundings were rough, tight but cozy, the conversation was intimate and meaningful, and of course the cooking was fantastic. I wanted to experience more of that world, not to invite Timothy into my own, not very interesting world. Nevertheless, I promised my parents that I’d have Timothy over sooner or later, and, stuffing a change of clothes into my backpack, I happily escaped early enough to find him in the auditorium and hang out, covertly holding hands again, for a good half hour before class.