r/incestsexstories

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I turned off the video recording and set Courtney's phone screen-down on the couch to my right. She continued kissing and licking at the underside of my penis for a few more seconds. Before she stood back up, she sucked at the very tip a few times, then swallowed.

"There was more," she mentioned casually while standing up in front of me.

"That good, huh?" I raised one eyebrow sarcastically at her.

"I mean... kinda..." She replied, sounding almost embarrassed.

"Welp, there's more where that came from," I joked. Courtney giggled and smiled down at me. I was so lucky to have such a beautiful little niece who loved me as much as Courtney does. I wanted to kiss her soft lips over and over again. I wanted to drink her saliva and urine. It's hard to explain how these feelings didn't interfere with the normal love that an Uncle is supposed to have for his Niece, but they didn't interfere at all; they were just layered in with those feelings.

We both started to get our clothes back on. Not that either of us were wearing much -- we don't usually wear much clothing when it's just us hanging out here at the house -- but Courtney got her shirt back on, and I got my boxers back on. Soon we were clothed enough that anyone could walk in and would think we were just doing totally normal Uncle-Niece activities. Courtney plopped down on the other side of the couch. If anyone had walked in right then, they would have been none the wiser about what had just transpired (You know, the blowjob and all. The blowjob that I got from my niece. The blowjob that I filmed myself getting from my niece. That blowjob).

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That reminded me.

"Court, don't forget to email me that video and delete it." I said to her.

"Okay, okay..." Courtney sighed. She fiddled with her phone for a moment.

"Okay, done. Don't forget to add it to the special folder," She reminded me.

"I won't forget," I said, smiling at her and rolling my eyes. She replied with a jokingly big shit-eating grin, showing all her perfect teeth. Moisture around her lips could still be seen, glistening in the overhead light.

Then Courtney skipped out of the room and up the stairs, probably to her bedroom (my guest bedroom) to dick around on her phone or take a nap or something.

I got up and meandered over to my office, which doubled as my PC gaming dungeon.

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I got started on my Assassin's Creed Valhalla game. It wasn't my favorite game -- it wasn't even that great for an Assassin's Creed game, but I was too far in at that point to just quit.

About three hours into my adventure (also three hours is nothing, I ain't no bitch), I got a text from Courtney.

I picked up my phone. "Soooo..." the text read. Nothing else. Huh??

"Soooo :) " I replied, set my phone down and got back to my game.

Less than a minute later, my phone dinged again.

"Are you gonna add the video???" Courtney had said. I had completely forgotten to remove the video from the Internet (my obscure email address) and place it in the local folder that Courtney and I could access when we're connected to the router at my house.

I paused again and minimized my game. I opened my obscure email address and checked the inbox.

There was a new email from Courtney's obscure email address. The subject was just "<3". There was no email body text, but as expected, there was an attachment. By far the largest one yet. I downloaded the file to my computer, placed it in the special shared folder, and deleted it from my email. Then I deleted it from the trash.

"Are you sure you want to delete this email forever?" --- Hell yes.

"You're lucky I'm only playing a single-player game. Check again ?" I replied. I set my phone down... got back to my game.

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This time there was no quick reply, but about five minutes later I started to hear a faint rhythmic knocking coming from the wall, or maybe it was coming from the ceiling. It was so faint that I only registered it subconsciously, but didn't think about it openly. Over the next minute or so, the knocking became gradually louder, but it remained tuned to the same rhythmic pace: a little more than one-knock-per-second.

I paused my game. My slow mind began to work. My thoughts turned to the layout of my house:

The guest bedroom (or Courtney's bedroom as I should really call it) was directly above my office. And the office was where I was. And Courtney was in the room above me.

The gears in my head continued to turn. I had just done something that allowed Courtney to access a video. In this video, she gave me head until I ejaculated in her mouth. Then the video showed her opening her mouth and then swallowing. This was the video that I had basically just sent to Courtney. And once it was sent, she didn't reply. Instead, this rhythmic knocking began shortly after.

The bedframe. The bedframe in Courtney's bedroom. Obviously, it was positioned so the headboard was up against a wall. I looked up towards the part of the wall where the sound was coming from: it was the same area that Courtney's bed was up against.

Holy shit: Courtney must be masturbating to the video right now.

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I'm embarrassed to admit that my first instinct was to run up there, fling open the door, and start devouring my niece. But that's not who I am (am I?).

I gained control of myself. I took a deep breath. I had ejaculated relatively recently, but the three hours since then was more than enough time for me to rebound. I took another deep breath to calm myself down, and then I picked up my phone.

"Can I come join you?" I typed. I hesitated for a brief moment and then pressed send. The response came almost immediately: a simple "Yes"

The rhythmic knocking had stopped. I walked briskly out of my office, zipped up the stairs and over to Courtney's room. I refused the instinct to knock on the closed door, and instead opened the unlocked door and stepped in.

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My niece was sitting on her bed looking over at me and smiling nervously. She had her knees up near her chin, and her arms were wrapped around her lower legs. She was completely naked, and from the way she was sitting I could see the delicious slit of her almost-perfectly-bare vagina in between her thick thighs.

"Hey, Baby," I whispered sweetly to my niece. She smiled wider and quickly looked away. Was she feeling embarrassed for some reason?

"Can we watch the new video together?" I suggested as I stepped closer to the side of her bed. It was a queen size, and she was sitting in the center near the pillowed at the head of the bed.

She nodded happily, scooted over to her right to make room for me on her left. I hopped onto the bed next to my naked niece. She snuggled close to me and I could feel her heavy left breast on the right side of my torso and chest. As she did, she released her legs from their knees-up position put them out in front of her, up against my own legs. When she did this, I could just barely see the perfect slit of her bare vagina.

Courtney then held her phone up in front of us both and started playing the video. I had my arm around her and I started to gently stroke her hair with my fingertips. I turned and kissed her hair several times, but didn't take my eyes off the video.

"Baby, I'm about to cum," I heard myself say in the recording.

"Uhm, this is my favorite part," Courtney said quietly, still not looking away from the video.

"Why's that, Baby?" I asked sweetly as her mouth began to fill with semen on the video screen.

"Uhm, like, I was just so proud of myself. You know, for making you cum." She said plainly.

"You did a really good job. It felt amazing," I told her and she nuzzled her head up against my chest. I kissed the soft hair on top of her head several times again.

Now on the video, Courtney was opening her mouth to show her uncles sperm to the camera.

"It tasted so good..." She said dreamily as she swallowed on screen.

Jesus Christ. My niece. The things she was saying. It was so unbelievably innocent and hot.

"Did... did you like it when I finished on your face, too?" I asked cautiously.

"I loved it. It felt really warm on my skin. It was like lotion. I wish we'd gotten a video of that, too." she added disappointedly.

"Well at least we got some nice pictures of you, remember? You looked really pretty."

"Yeah, but I want like... a video of it. You know. Like, you cumming on my face."

"We can do that sometime," I assured her. The video ended. Courtney had swallowed every drop that was in her mouth. Now the video began to play on repeat.

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We watched the video in silence for another minute. As we watched, I found myself once again in disbelief at how good of a job Courtney was doing. It was almost unbelievable that she had never actually done that to a guy before, but I believed her that she hadn't. With the amount of research material available online these days, it wasn't exactly unbelievable.

But it was absolutely amazing.

"Can I see it again, Uncle Dave?" Courtney whispered, still not looking away from the screen as the blowjay video played again.

"See what, Baby?" I played dumb, wanting to hear her say it.

"See-your-cock," she whispered quickly and desperately, as if she was afraid someone would overhear her.

"Oh--- you mean this old thing?" I said casually as I pulled my loose boxers away from my penis and flipped it up for my niece to see. Due to the present circumstances -- those being me sitting here with my naked niece, half-naked myself, and watching this video -- I was fully hard.

I could then hear her breathing harder through her nose. I held myself up with my left hand and stroked her soft brown hair with my right. She was still leaned up against my right side.

"Are you wet, Baby?" I asked. She nodded.

"Can I feel?" I asked cautiously. She froze for a moment, but then she nodded again, small nods but enthusiastic.

I readjusted myself so I was partially facing towards her. As I did this, Courtney slowly opened her legs. Not all the way, but enough so I could begin exploring. I released my penis from my left hand, and it thwapped loudly against my stomach. Courtney snorted out a little laugh when that happened.

"It's really smooth, Baby," I told her as I began to gently run my fingers over her bare outer labia. After a moment I began tracing lines up and down the perfectly straight slit where her outer labia meet in the middle of her vagina.

Courtney set her phone down on the bed to her right side and looked up at me.

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My right arm was still around my niece's shoulders. Her face was 3 inches from mine. I could smell her warm breath, and I didn't want to breathe anything else.

I didn't think about what I did next, because what I did next felt perfectly natural. I slowly leaned towards Courtney's lovely face and gently kissed her on the lips. Her lips stayed frozen for a moment, but then she began to kiss me back. When she did, I finally slid my middle finger in between her outer labia and began to slowly run it up and down the length of her warmly dripping vagina. It had been difficult to feel any hair on her outer labia, but it was more easily detectable along the edges in here --- much more difficult to shave this area, I'm sure.

With some hesitation, as I continued to kiss my niece, I began to use my tongue to gently lick her lower lip as we continued kissing. She had the softest lips I had ever kissed. I felt her hot breath pounding out of her nostrils and soon her tongue was touching mine.

At this point I believe my own heart rate and breathing began to increase. I think that before I had kissed her, somehow I was worried that it would be too much, as if it was somehow going further than we had gone before. In some way, it definitely was further. And I felt so relieved that she was kissing me back.

As we continued, I finally made the plunge: I pushed my middle into the lower part of her vagina, and began to slowly insert it into her. As I did, Courtney abruptly stopped kissing me and took in a sharp breath of air.

"Is that okay?" I asked her, looking deep into her big beautiful slightly bloodshot eyes.

She quickly stuck her tongue barely out just to moisten her lips, then she smiled intensely, as much with her eyes as with her mouth, and nodded more enthusiastically than before. There was so much love in her perfect face. She laid down flat on the bed and repositioned herself to give me better access to her crotch. She spread legs open farther, still not completely, but enough to give my hand as much room as was needed. She did this slowly enough that I was easily able to keep my middle finger inside of her.

We continued to look into each other's eyes as I began to slowly fuck her with my middle finger. After a few trips in and out, I began to work my ring finger into her as well. I figured that if she had a sex toy she played with, then it had probably been inside of her before, and my two scrawny human fingers were probably no where near the size of whatever toy she had been using.

I began to exercise my standard fingering technique on my niece:

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It's pretty simple; I start with the middle and ring fingers inside the vagina. Luckily, I was already beyond this point with Courtney.

Next step, and this is the only other real step: Rub in and out, in somewhat elongated circular motions, pressing against the top of her vagina. This, my brothers and sisters, is known as the G-spot.

As usual with this technique, before too long, I could feel my niece clamp down on my fingers, and I could feel her begin to push, from deep inside her body, against my fingertips. A moment later I could barely keep my fingers inside of her, and the push from deep within my niece grew to a point that told me it was time:

I released her from the pressure I was applying to her G-spot, and her vagina immediately ejected my fingers from her body, and in the same moment a gushing eruption of hot clear fluid came rushing out of her, spattering against my hand and forearm and down along the comforter on top of the bed. It came out so forcefully that it was clearly audible.

"Oh, my God!" Courtney exclaimed, and hid her eyes behind the elbow of her right arm, throwing her head back on the pillow. "Ohhh my god, that was so much..." she whined with embarrassment

"I don't mind!" I reassured her emphatically. "Guys like that! A lot of guys like that. They like it a lot. I like it a lot." I really did.

"You... you do?" Court asked sheepishly, raising her arm up so she could look at me.

"Oh, yeah. It's really hot. I like it when girls, uh... when they cum on my dick, too..." I trailed off.

"Like... when you're fucking them?" Courtney asked me.

"Yep. And then everything's so wet, it just slides right back in," I explained casually, as I made smooth forward motion in the air with my left hand.

"Will you show me?" My niece asked hopefully.

"Sure, Babe, check it out," I began to move my left hand toward her vagina to show her how easily my fingers would slip back in, but she closed her legs before I could.

"Uhm, I meant, like... show me with your cock?" She looked up at me with big eyes.

Holy shit.

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"Court, I'm not so sure you should lose your virginity to your uncle," I told her, trying to sound stern enough that she would know I was serious (I wasn't).

"Oh. Uhm, what if you just put it in once?" She asked hopefully. "I just, like... I just really wanna see how easily it goes in. Like you were saying."

"Well, Honey, uh..." I swallowed. "That works a lot better if it's wet."

"Sooo... Can-I-suck-it?" Courtney whispered.

"If you want," I said as nonchalantly as I could, and then I laid down on my back. I still had my loose boxers on, and I pulled them away from my penis to give my niece access.

"Get it nice and wet, Baby. Then, if you really want to, you can sit on it. Deal?"

"Deal!" She giggled as she sat up and leaned over me. She took my penis in her right hand and started making out with the tip. I could feel her warm tongue sliding over my urethra repeatedly. Soon she started taking the head of my penis fully into her mouth, dragging her lips over it, again and again.

"Get it as wet as you can," I reminded her. She held the head of my penis in her mouth, and I could feel her pushing spit towards her lips. Soon it began to froth and splatter out from the point where her lips connected with my penis. She slurped my penis out of her mouth for a moment and looked over at me.

"Can I sit on it, Uncle Dave?" she asked me dreamily before pushing a big glob of spit onto the tip of my penis. I saw it slime down the sides of my shaft.

"Whenever you're ready," I told her.

"I'm ready now," She replied. She sounded nervous, but she did sound ready.

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"Well, do you want to sit on it, Baby? Or do you want to do it a different way?" I asked, trying to sound patient and open to whatever she wanted to do. I was patient, and I was open, but I also desperately wanted to get inside of my niece. But it was her first time -- I wanted her to call the shots.

"Uhm, maybe just, like, the first time... maybe for the first time, you should do it?" She replied. I was laying down on the bed at this point, and she was up on her knees to my right, looking down at me.

"Okay, Honey. Do you want me to tell you what to do? Just for the first time?" I asked. She nodded.

"All right. Lie down on your back, Babe." She did as she was told, and I stood up to take my boxer shorts off while she did. Now we were both completely naked.

"Open up, Babe," I instructed my niece as I got into position in front of her. I scooted towards her on the bed. She had spread her legs wide open, but even now, her bare vagina still appeared as little more than a perfect slit, extending up from the crack of her ass. Her whole vagina and crotch area was still glistening with her moisture. I breathed in deep through my nose, staring down at my niece's perfect vagina. I wanted to taste her so badly. So I told her:

"I'm gonna lick it a few times first," I told her, and I looked in her eyes to see if it would be okay: She smiled, and nodded slowly. It was okay.

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I shifted positions from being up on my knees to instead laying down directly in front of my niece's open legs. I hooked my hands around the tops of her upper thighs and began to gently kiss and lick at my niece's voluptuous outer labia. I was mostly concerned with tasting the moisture that he come out of her. If I had been able to, I would have drank a whole cup of it. Luckily for me, something very similar to that wound up happening.

After a few seconds I pushed my tongue in between Courtney's outer labia and began licking slowly all up and down the length of her vagina. Using my hands, I directed her thighs to open farther.

Each time I passed over Court's vaginal opening, I pushed my tongue in nearly as far as I could. In here she tasted a little more like lemons. On the outside she tasted more like salt water.

Each time I passed her clit, I swirled my tongue a few times before moving back down. She shuddered a little bit each time I did this.

"It tastes really good, Baby," I mumbled while taking a quick breath. Courtney breathed:

"You do too... Uncle Dave..." Such a good girl.

I got back to work, but I was getting thirsty. I began to focus solely on Courtney's clit, and in 10 or 15 seconds, her breaths began to turn into moans. Around 20 seconds after that, her entire body began to tense up. My Spidey-sense told me it was almost time:

Right before Courtney came, I repositioned my mouth over where I thought her urethra was located. Success: Courtney grunted loudly when her orgasm came, in a forceful way that didn't exactly sound pretty, but for some reason that only turned me on more.

And right as I heard that loud grunt, a gush of deliciously hot and salty fluid blasted into my mouth; if I hadn't been holding my tongue up inside my mouth, it probably would have activated my gag reflex.

I held my beautiful niece's bodily fluids in my mouth for a moment. I tried to swallow in one gulp, but it was too much. In two big gulps, I swallowed my niece's orgasm.

I looked up at Courtney as I got back into position on my knees in front of her. She was panting loudly and staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"You're really naughty, Uncle Dave..." she said in between ragged breaths. She had said the same thing about me instructing her to suck my balls earlier.

"Sorry, Baby. Was that too naughty for you?" I asked patronizingly.

Courtney responded by shaking her head violently to the left and right; hard enough that her face slapped against her pillow each time.

"Are you saying you wanna do that again sometime?" I asked, again patronizingly.

Now Courtney responded by nodding her head so violently the her body partially rose from the bed each time her head turned down. I busted out laughing at her. My niece is such a funny guy. She started giggling. I noticed her cute little tummy and large breasts jiggling as she did.

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I scooted on my knees into position in front of my niece. My dick was sticking straight up, and I pushed it down so the head went in between Courtney's delicious outer labia. I began to rub it slowly up and down against her clit. She was so very warm and moist. The pink folds of her delicious vagina caressed the tip of my penis as it traveled up and down her vagina.

"Aren't you gonna put it in, Uncle Dave?" She asked impatiently.

I pushed my shaft down until I could feel Courtney's vaginal opening with the tip of my penis. Before I pressed in, I checked one last time:

"You're sure? You can't un-fuck your uncle, you know."

"I'd never want to. I'm sure," she said in a deeply loving, confident tone. I slowly pushed myself into my niece's dripping vagina. As soon as I entered, her eyes and mouth both opened wide. She looked like she was in disbelief that we were actually doing this. I wonder if I looked like that too.

"Is that okay?" I asked her gently once I was fully inside of her.

"I love you, Uncle Dave..." she responded dreamily. It was okay.

"I love you, Baby," I responded as I began to slowly fuck my niece. Our eyes stayed together.

"It's so good," she struggled to say. "It feels so good, Uncle Dave," she said as I then began to fuck her a little faster. I loved that she was still calling me Uncle Dave in this context.

"Tell me if it's too much," I instructed her as I continued to increase the pace. I couldn't help but go faster. She felt so good and I wanted so much of her. "Mm-hmm," she nodded in reply.

I broke eye contact with Courtney so I could look down. I could barely believe that my relatively large dick fit inside of her, but the evidence was right in front of me: we fit perfectly together.

I did my best to restrain myself and not give Courtney The Full Experience, but I didn't have to restrain myself long:

"Fuck me harder?" Courtney asked shyly, almost like she was self-conscious about wanting more. I smiled warmly at her beautiful face. I didn't want her to feel self-conscious with me. I wanted her to have everything she's ever wanted. And if what she wanted a larger dose of Uncle Dave's Dick, I wasn't about to deny her that.

"You mean like this?" I placed my right hand on her left hip, and held her right buttock in my left hand. Using this grip, which I mastered during my training in Southeast Asia, I began to gradually fuck my niece faster, pulling her lower body forcefully against mine each time I thrusted in. Still I did my best to gradually work my way towards a faster pace; I wanted to give Courtney the chance to stop me from hurting her, if anything like that were to happen.

But, it didn't. Before much longer I was thrusting hard enough into my niece that our bodies made a wet smacking noise each time, and I could see strands of our fluids spider-webbing between our skin each time I pulled our crotches away from each other. When I reached a certain pace, Courtney grunted loudly when I thrusted into her, and moaned softly as I pulled out of her. I squeezed her hips and ass as I fucked her. Her body was so wonderfully soft. With my left hand, I gradually adjusted my grip farther and farther, until eventually I could feel the outer edges of her asshole with my fingertips. I didn't go any farther than that, though.

After another minute or two, I could tell that I was getting closer.

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"I'm gonna cum, Baby," I managed to say to my niece while still fucking her.

"Can I drink it again?" Courtney asked.

"C'mere, Baby," I said, pulling out of Courtney's vagina and turning to stand up beside her bed. She quickly got down on her knees in front of me, practically bouncing off of the bed to get into position in time.

She opened her mouth wide and stared ahead. I stepped towards her, keeping a death grip on my dick so as not to prematurely wake the Sperm Dragon. Court craned her neck forward and angled her cute face in just the right way so I could take a tiny step forward and secure the head of my dick in her lovely mouth. She closed her lips around me and I awakened the Sperm Dragon, slowly stroking myself into her face.

Courtney didn't react the way most girls do, in my experience. Some girls clearly don't like it. Their faces scrunch up and they spit it out in disgust. Others try to act like they like it, but it's clear that it's just an act.

But that wasn't the case with Courtney. As soon as I began to fill her mouth, she was looking up at me with wide lovely loving eyes, nodding her head slightly as if to say, "Yes, yes, give me everything you have."

I did.

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Courtney swallowed in one loud gulp. "Did I do good, Uncle Dave?" she asked sweetly.

"You did great, Honey. Do you think you can finish with your mouth next time?" I asked hopefully.

"Uhm, I can try?" She responded unsurely. "I kinda like when you do it for me though. It kinda feels like you're feeding me." She was right. It did feel that way. And it was really hot.

"Uhm, next time?" she added.

"Well, I just mean, uh," I stammered. "If you wanted to, Babe."

"I want every day to be next time..." Courtney said quietly, and I felt like the luckiest uncle in the world.

Everyone is 21+ and consenting. Written as if it happened to "you" so you can know how overwhelming it felt to have mom.

Part 1 [link] | Part 2 [link]

“Three…! Two…!” One image forever burned into your retina: you and your friends swinging mom like a battering ram, until you tossed her (squealing) into a pool. Her arms and legs flailing for two seconds that feel like twenty when you watch it back. Her white bikini swallowed up between her big, pink-gold bum cheeks. Her slow-motion cry, “Brats!” as her chest hit the water with a smack. You and your friends cringing – yikes, I hope that didn’t hurt. The colossal splash created by your mom’s big mommy butt. She swam up to the surface, fixing her bikini top, with the most playful smile on her face. She said, “One more!”

Your mom’s just loveable. That’s a fact of life. And she loves being the centre of attention. After a couple years single, she kind of seemed starved for it.

It probably helps loveability to look amazing in a two-piece.

Brandon’s gated house, which he won’t admit is a mansion, sat behind pine tree cover about an hour out of the city. At the top of a hill, its floor-to-ceiling windows looked out at acres of private green and grey land (spring struggled this year). A field where Brandon’s modestly salaried parents could practice their average middle-class hobbies like clay pigeon shooting and horseback croquet. On Easter Sunday, thanks to his parents’ delayed first-class flight, the house was your one-day vacation home (and Brandon’s, Dom’s, Lucas’, your mom’s). A boxy, cherry wood, modernist playground of landscaped stone and heated floors. The perfect place to whip a towel at mom’s ass.

(Lucas was really good at that. The crack echoed back and forth across the indoor pool room. Mom stuck him in a lifesaver and helped you roll him into a wall.)

The Easter Sundays of your childhood were somber days: spent in church with your grandparents, dressed-up in your slightly oversized suit, listening to sermons that warned you away from masturbation. You never imagined the holiday like this: sitting poolside with your friends, watching your mom’s glistening bikini body swim laps. (Four pairs of eyes traveling left to right, right to left…) Brandon turned off the security camera that watched his parents’ pool. Dom floated on an inflatable donut, Mexican Coke in-hand. You all swam and splashed and cannonballed until the world smelled like chlorine.

Then you hovered behind mom while she marveled at a renovated kitchen. (“Their fridge has a TV that sees into the fridge!”) With a soaking wet hug, mom shooed you back into the pool.

“I’m only gonna cook something small…” she claimed. “Then vacuum and mop… Just quickly! To say thanks for hosting us. Out, go. I need a break from my son’s bare-chested beauty, for god’s sake. You’re distracting me. Swim.”

Whether she was at home under her Snoopy blanket or swimming half-naked, your mom was as ‘mom’ as they come.

Twenty minutes later, mom would strut into the pool room with a tray of fat sandwiches. You all said thanks, and chastised her for being ‘such a mom,’ and urged her to join you all in the pool’s toasty, temperature-controlled water.

“Please, mom! Relax!” Every word echoed in that room.

“I’ll be in in a minute!” She dipped her toes and kicked some water your way. “I like taking care of my guys… Just hearing you four laugh makes me smile.”

Whenever she walked away, whatever you four were doing, you all stared. Mom’s dark hair was soaked black, sticking to her pretty face and dripping down her neck. Mom’s chest was shimmering wet; two perky handfuls tied together with white string, bouncing gently with each step. Mom’s thighs shook wherever she strut; a smooth, hypnotic wobble that magnetized everyone’s eyes.

“Holy hell, Peach looks good,” said Lucas, before she was all the way down the hall. (Mom said, “Thank you~!”) “We’re allowed to call her ‘Peach’ again, right?”

You nodded. “No harm in it now,” you said.

“Surely, this is as far as this goes,” said Lucas. “Whatever this is.”

Brandon said, “I don’t think she meant to, but she kinda felt my dick through my pants yesterday.”

Lucas: “The anaconda?!”

Brandon: “Yep. Sorry, Baby.” (You said, “It’s fine,” jealous/horny.)

Lucas: “God damn. Surely that’s as far as this goes.”

Dom: “Gangbangs don’t happen for real.”

Brandon: “True.”

You: “Yep.”

Dom: “…But if Baby says stop… She’s his mom. We stop.”

You couldn’t believe someone felt the need to say that – but, incredibly, it needed saying. Mom’s openness and flirtiness had gone way outside the norm. When you picked her up in the car that afternoon, she was already wearing her bikini, and little else. Whenever she sat poolside, she was ogling your friends in their swim shorts as liberally as you’d all ogled her. (Sizing up your height, your broadness, your chests, your chest hairs…) The four of you bobbed in blue water, watching tall windows fog, thinking all at once about the detail no one was discussing:

Yesterday, in your apartment, you’d all worked together to make mom wet.

Your friends probably felt guilty out of loyalty to you. You probably felt guilty because of long-ago Sunday church services… But the sinner inside was getting louder. (No one’s getting hurt, you thought.) And louder.

“Mom! You can’t keep cleaning their house! Come! Relax!”

“Well, if you miss me so much…” Mom walked her beautiful, string-tied body toward the hot tub, and slipped one foot at a time into the water’s rolling boil. She sighed, “Ahhh, that’s nice…” and her curves slowly sank. The four of you rushed into the tub to sit around her, in a circle. Her head flew back before she moaned, “This is heaven.”

Her feet floated up into the bubbles and down into your lap. There was, as always around mom, an atmosphere.

“If we get married,” Brandon said to her, “we’ll inherit this house.” (“That would be nice,” said mom.) “Then you can soak your feet all day. But ideally I’d want to live someplace a little bigger.” (“With your art commission money,” said mom.) “When that takes off.” (Mom pet Brandon’s arm. “Let’s do it.”)

You said, “Hold on. Don’t I get a say in this?”

Mom wiggled her toes in your lap, like she knew she was being naughty. She asked, “Which one of you makes out to be the best boyfriend?”

“Me,” said Lucas. (Everyone told him to shut up.) “I’m not kidding – I become such a disgusting softy.” (“I’ve seen that,” said Dom.) “Dom’s seen me simp.” (“But I’m a better boyfriend,” said Dom.)

Mom eyed Dom, up and down. “I feel like you’d have a wandering eye, Dom,” she said. “You’re too muscular. Your jaw’s too strong. Massage therapist boyfriend? I’d be doomed.”

Dom said, “I take care of a woman.” (“Weird thing to say,” said Lucas.)

The line worked on mom. She went, “Oooh, alright…! I like the sound of that…”

You said, “Don’t stroke his ego.” Dom had enough fangirls.

“What are you like to date, Miss Peach?” asked Brandon.

Mom stared at bubbles, seemingly thinking quite seriously about the question. “Sort of clingy, if I’m honest,” she said. “A bit obsessive. I do too much to please – some guys like it, some don’t.” (“Do you like being that way?” Dom asked.) “I don’t know… I always go into relationships thinking I’ll be really casual and cool this time. But then I’m asking him to move in with me, and cooking him three-course meals, and fucking him twice a day. Oops – sorry, Baby. I haven’t done any dating for a while, if that helps.” Under the water, mom’s toes rubbed your thigh.

“No, this is interesting for me,” you said, sort of honestly, sort of hornily. “I like knowing you as, I don’t know, an adult. Not just my mom.”

Mom looked at you like she was in love – like all moms look at all sons, you supposed. She mimed you a quick smooch through the steam, and asked, “What was I saying?” (“You get into relationships and…” Brandon stopped short of fuck your boyfriends a lot.) “Oh, sex. Sex, sex, sex. Do I talk too much about sex?” (Unanimous: “No.”) “Why would I ask four men that question? I guess… I think… It’s like I’ve been clingy as a rule ever since Baby’s dad left. I haven’t had a casual fling since my twenties, if you can believe it. I’d really like to try to stay casual, for once.” (“To have some fun,” said Dom.) “Yeah!” Mom did a dorky ‘fun’ dance – shaking her jiggling chest, left to right, right to left… “I just want an experience. Without the baggage, for once.”

Like a one-time gangbang with your son’s roommates. You tried to keep your perverted thoughts from manifesting in your eyes. Mom’s ass clapping down on twenty-one year-old dick. Mom’s mouth filled with hard cock. Shut up, brain. Under the cloudy water, you grew down your leg, bound inside your swim shorts, inching towards your mother’s foot.

“Next question,” said Lucas. “Ask us who’s got the best stamina.”

“Shush. Guys are so competitive,” mom rolled her eyes. “Alright. Which one of you…? Hmm… Has the best body?” (Three flexed biceps rose out of the water, one by one, and one tree trunk thigh.) “I see, I see…” Mom gave them all equal time. She tried to wrap her hand around Dom’s bulky shoulder. “Wow…” She pressed into the veins running through Brandon’s forearms, and watched with fascination as blue and red rose to the surface. “Gorgeous skin colouring…” She drew a smiley face in Lucas’ thick coat of body hair – she said, sincerely, “Woof. Love that.” She held your hand with her pruned fingers, gently, but had to look away from you to stop from smiling. “I’m biased, but I think Baby’s the best-looking.”

(“Booo!” “Ask us another one.” “I can’t believe I even tried.”)

“Which one of you is the kindest?” she asked.

You said, “Dom.” (Dom said, “Baby.”)

Mom’s smile flickered between the two of you. “Cuties. Who gives the best foot rubs?”

Brandon shrugged, “Uh… It’s sort of my thing…”

And then one of mom’s feet splashed up, out of the water, pivoting slowly and presumptuously toward Brandon’s lap. Under the water, he rubbed and rubbed her sole, his movements slow and considered. (He glanced at you: Stop? You gave him a nod, It’s okay.)

“Oh, that’s rRrRrRrRreal nice…” said mom, sinking deeper into her bubbling seat. Her perky chest floated on the surface. Inside her white bikini top, her nipples pointed to the dim, recessed lights dotting the pool room ceiling. The atmosphere grew thicker – you felt almost short of breath. Mom asked: “Who’s the best kisser?”

Lucas immediately said, “Only one way to find out.”

Mom chuckled. She finger-wagged him, No, bad boy. She also said, “…But good idea.” (!)

Lucas looked at you wide-eyed, like, There’s a chance.

Dom said, “I’m the best kisser.” (He glanced at you: Stop?)

You couldn’t believe the next words out of your mouth were: “Bullshit. Prove it.”

Mom’s eyes were closed in foot rubbed bliss. “Only say it if it’s true, Dom,” she said, her relaxed voice almost lost beneath the sound of rolling water. “I’d be a better judge than any of you. Kiss me and prove it.”

Every nerve in your body erupted, all at once. The hot tub’s water felt almost cool around your waist. You were, like it or not, rock hard against your mother’s heel.

Dom looked to you, and to your friends’ wide eyes, and sidled up to sit thigh-to-thigh with your mom.

Mom tilted her head so casually to his side.

“You sure?” Dom asked her – or asked you.

“Dominic,” mom said, “It’s not like anything serious is going to happen. You’re twenty-one. I’m almost forty-five. We’re on ‘vacation.’ Kiss me.”

Dom took one last look at you, and down at mom’s cupid’s bow mouth, and leaned into her shimmering wet curves for a kiss. Lips locked inside mom’s lips. Slipping tongue between her teeth.

Lucas mouthed, What the fuck…, jaw dropped, staring.

Brandon took a deep breath, trying to keep cool by staring at the water, putting his all into rubbing mom’s feet.

You’d created this situation yourself. You felt like the pervert Sunday masses warned you shouldn’t be. You felt lightheaded. You felt really fucking good.

Mom parted her lips for Dom’s, letting him inside her slowly. Meeting your best friend’s tongue with her tongue. Tickling his lip with a soft, left-right rub of her lip. She kissed like she knew she was a good kisser, but didn’t need to make a big show of proving it. Sealing their mouths together for one second, then two… Gnawing his bottom lip when the time was right.

She opened her dark eyes to look into his, and you’d never seen her flicker with so much fiery confidence.

“Very nice,” she said, holding on to his broadness to slowly, gently push him away. “Who am I judging next?” She was staring at Lucas.

You didn’t say ‘stop.’

Lucas (literally) shook off his nerves, and swam between her legs, and entered the competition.

Sitting behind Lucas, you couldn’t see for sure what went on between their mouths: you heard the click-clack of lips parted; the swill of a tongue, squelch, suckled. Lucas’ hand wandered up from below the water, up mom’s hip, hovering over mom’s breast. She leaned into his unspoken request, slid her stiff nipple under his palm, and let him have the squeeze.

Mom’s body was shifting around, hips rolling into her kiss. One of her hands clutched Dom’s thigh; the other, you weren’t sure where it wandered. You wondered if one foot was rubbing Brandon’s bulge under the water. Her other leg was tense, almost writhing: you know, because it was dragging up and down your thigh.

“You’re so gentle,” mom said to Lucas. She held his gaze as he waded away, back into his seat.

Lucas scratched the back of his head, and wiped his chin on his wrist, and couldn’t look you in the eye – but he looked terribly pleased with himself.

“Brandon?” mom asked. “Would your hands like a break?”

He thought about her question. Then he set down her foot, grabbed hold of mom’s wrist, and tugged her – floating – into his lap.

They locked lips, and his arms locked around the small of her waist, and mom’s mouth parted to swallow his tongue. She was gripping his hair, almost grinding her hips…

Dom stretched back against the tub, watching the show. While mom was busy sucking tongue, he mouthed to you: Gangbang’s don’t happen for real.

You two shared a secret, nervous laugh.

“Really good. Forceful,” mom said, floating off Brandon’s lap, fixing a strand of wet hair off her cheek. “Wow.”

Brandon had the aura of a man who’d done wrong.

You remember the sound of bubbling water. It seemed loud. Really loud.

“Who wins?” Dom asked.

Mom shook her head, fixing her white bikini top snug around her chest. “I don’t know yet.”

You asked, “You need some time to think about it?”

Mom was looking at you, silently.

You said, “You’re joking.”

Mom blinked twice.

(You’ve never seen the whites of Dom’s eyes go so wide.)

You asked her if she’d had a wine in the kitchen. (She was grinning by now, shaking her head, Nope.) You asked her to be serious – and how would you explain this to your future wife, Mrs. Baby? (She said, “You won’t.”)

Your friends were all exchanging looks, keeping quiet, letting the tension boil. You, meanwhile, salivated through your righteous you-can’t-be-serious speech.

Mom was wading toward you. (“This is just a game to you?” you asked her.) “Just a game,” she said. Mom was smiling so mischievously she was practically sparkling. (“No big deal,” you said.) “No big deal.” (“Everyone’s phones are – ?” Off, you confirmed.) “Phones are over there, in everyone’s pants. No one’s taking pictures. This is our secret.”

You’d won your friends a kiss with your mom. They returned the favour. (They said: “I won’t tell.” “Me neither.” “This rules.”)

Mom was holding your pruned hands in hers. Inching her glistening body between your legs. Scrunching her nose, giggling. Looking utterly un-serious while she egged you on to violate this surely sacred boundary.

Gangbangs don’t happen for real, you thought. And if they did, mom wouldn’t invite me.

“Try to win,” mom said, and kissed you.

…

Every time you smell chlorine, you remember kissing mom. The minty taste of mom’s breath, wafting down your chin. The flutter of her wet eyelashes, brushing your skin. A wave of bubbling water as her chest pressed against yours. Whatever your friends were saying, drowned out by adrenaline.

The sound of a smooch in the corner of your mouth. Sunlight fading outside the fogged windows. Mom guiding your hands around her back. Mom placing your hands firmly on her backside. Kissing, cock throbbing, while you felt up mom’s peach.

🍑

Phenomenally fat round firm heavenly cheeks.

And then came her tongue, and more tongue. And whenever her tongue was gone, you were longing for mom’s tongue again.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she whispered, while all her delicate fingers stroked your back.

You did not. You pulled her (by her ass) closer. You thought: I’m part of mom’s fantasy. Part of the flow of hormones and kinks that plagued your mom since menopause.

All those ‘innocent’ hugs, ‘innocent’ kisses on your cheek, ‘innocent’ spooning, hearts messaged and compliments shared and time spent in your lap – not innocent. Not at all.

Mom’s not just ‘a mom.’ She’s the mother of her son, truly: a pervert.

“Mmm…” Mom’s whimpers fought out her throat and swirled between your tongues. Your hands gripped idly hard around her fat ass, digging into softness, exciting whimper after suppressed whimper out of your perverted mom.

Just a game, she’d said. Her thigh was wedged between your legs, rubbing your bulge through your swim shorts.

“Oooh… Wow. Wow, Baby,” mom sighed, and stood out of the water for air, fanning the smile and the peach-pink blush that painted her face. (Your friends’ words returned to your ears: “…no fair…” “He’s got the home advantage.”) Mom wiped her brow, and tried to pay the guys the compliment of giggling, but kept on looking your way, at her son – at your dumbstruck face. She tried to stay composed, “I think I need more evidence – “ but cracked herself up mid-sentence – “before I pick the winner.”

Mom was on your lap on the drive home, sucking your face dry. While Brandon’s front gate rumbled open, she kissed tickles through your chin. You grabbed her everywhere. You pulled apart and pushed together her bikini-wrapped cheeks.

Night had fallen. No one was saying much of anything anymore. For an hour, Brandon drove, and mom swapped from lap to lap: sharing her tongue between you and your friends. Your mind was elsewhere. Your body was underwater: still feeling the back-and-forth motion of the bubbles and waves.

The impossible thing you never thought possible was happening to you, and everyone wanted it. It felt inevitable. Like sunrise: something you all knew was coming but didn’t need to say out loud.

You all knew what she meant when she asked, out of breath: “Tomorrow… What should I wear?”

~

I’ll let you know what she wears in Part 4 next week. ❤️

one hot sunny day i was at home and my cousin(M) who I haven’t spoken to in so long came over now to be fair I was mad at this cousin because he decided to have a child and he was very controlling on what I did. whatever he comes over brings his child which is my first time meeting her she 1 years old now she’s so cute!! But thats not the point honestly im like why are you here he says for you and I’m like ok what do you want and he’s like what’s mine and I’m like nothing here is yours and he says you so I’m obv turned on but I’m like honestly I’m good I’ve already got my fill up this morning he ofc gets angry at me I go to shower I come out fully naked and yes him and his daughter was right on the couch he told me to come there I did he said sit down and open my legs so I do that and he instantly puts the baby down on the other side and sticks his fingers inside me I screamed because he was being so rough he said don’t disrespect him ever again I’m like almost crying at this point cos he sticks another finger in the baby is just watching back and forth I laugh because Im like she doesn’t even understand what’s going on I told him as he’s fingering me what would you do if one of her male cousins try to fucks her like you’re doing me and said he would mind his business hell be to busy fucking me anyways to care this is all while he’s fingering me he then takes his fingers out pulls his hard big dick out mind you it’s massive i always was afraid of the size he doesn’t grab a condom like usual and I try to stop him but he moves my hand and shoves himself inside I weeped damnear cried and he just started laughing as he fucked me while he daughter watched he’s 1 year old daughter he said he doesn’t care she won’t remember anyways and he continues to pound inside of me i was going in and out of It honestly it felt soo good its what I've been missing I love fucking my cousin so much I love it so much he cummed all inside of me said that he Loves me and wants to have a baby with me so now we just keep doing it raw I love it no one knows expect yk who ahahaha but idc i take a test today im hoping im pregant I got this all off my chest finally we are trying anal next I’m nervous because that’s one thing I’ve never done I’ve fucked so many people I’ve never done anal so we are about to see!! Wish me luck who else loves fucking there cousin???

It all started about a month ago, when I found her on tinder and swiped bc of my curiosity, and she had some pretty hot pictures there too. (my dad has been out of the picture for some time) I got a text about an hour or so later where she asked why i swiped right on her tinder. I told her it was cute seeing her there and I wanted to say hi, and i asked her in the spirit of the app if she wanted to go on a mother son date which she agreed would be fun, and it was, so we went on another one a week later where I decided to actually share my feelings. I told her how attracted I was to her and asked if we could go on real dates. Surprising me, she said yes, that she had grown some attraction to me since ive become a man.

Since then we've been on 3 official dates, the latest of which was last night. At the end of it we got back to her house, and i built up the courage to ask to kiss her. She said yes, and we ended up making out right there,and i got hard, and she noticed and laughed. She put her hand on it and asked if I wanted to. Obviously I said yes, so we had sex for the first time. It was a dream being inside my own mother. She felt so good and looked so sexy naked. After that, I asked if she was my girlfriend now, and she said yes. I am beyond the luckiest man alive.

Posting here for the first time, for context, me and my sister have been pretty close and have done sexual-ish things before but this is something that happened yesterday in the evening. I was in my room, sitting on my gaming chair, wearing a plain t-shirt and some boxer shorts, turned away from the table and I was watching my phone, I think i was scrolling on instagram or watching some reddit posts, that's when my sis came into my room, i looked at her briefly, she was wearing a black top with denim shorts and white socks, prolly returned home from somewhere and had home clothes in her hand, i didn't pay much attention then and simply returned to my phone

But then she closed the door and turned to me and asked whether she could change her clothes in here cuz apparently mom was looking for something in her room or smth and wouldn't leave immediately, so i just told sis that she could change her clothes and that it wasn't a big deal, like I said we're pretty close but she hasn't like, changed clothes in front of me in years but i didn't mind it because i thought she'd be like pretty quick with it.

Well so I thought but just after i gave her permission she immediately took off her top, throwing it on the floor towards a corner in my room, now my gaze apparently shifted to her behind my phone and i probably blushed a bit because she wasn't wearing a bra so i was basically seeing her boobs and her light brown nipples, one of them was hard, probably because of the air while the other looked soft. I was like "hey at least lemme close my eyes!" But didn't close them for some reason, but then she said i could look if i wanted to, and well, i nodded, then she really slowly took off her denims and then her polka dotted seamless panties and she was taking her time, taking them off and throwing them on the floor, then she twirled around the mirror like she was doing it on purpose while I looked. By that point I had started getting a boner and it was quite obvious cuz i was wearing boxers, and damn i didn't think I'd get a boner but i also didn't think that her D cup breasts and shaved innie pussy, just seeing them would get me a boner she did notice it when she faced me again and she smiled after a moment saying something like "aww did you get a boner?" And i said yeah while she stepped closer to me, giggling and making some joke at the moment as she got dressed in her new clothes a white oversized t-shirt and red dolphin shorts.

But around the same time we heard our mom coming near my room and at that moment, my sis literally came over and sat down on my lap, in an effort to hide my boner as she later told me. As she sat there her firm ass was against my clothed dick and it was very subtly grinding against it, getting me fully hard. Now, mom entered the room looking for us to ask what we would eat for dinner, i didn't say anything and my sis just said "the usual" and after like 30 secs, mom left and she wasn't suspicious of anything because seeing her daughter in her son's lap wasn't really the strangest thing in the world, it was prolly registered as a background image especially cuz i had my phone in my hand as if i was showing something to sis.

After mom left, sis got off my lap and smoothed her shorts, and was probably blushing too and apologized for suddenly sitting on my lap and i said that it was okay, while i was clearly blushing too and kinda nervous, things were kinda awkward-ish but then she said "bye, see u at dinner" and left the room while i said yeah. Now, i had a boner in my pants but it was 6 PM, not really my time of jerking off, I threw my phone on the bed, turned to my pc and watched some gameplays on YouTube to distract myself.

My name is Jade, And these past few days I've been very excited for what might be the best day of my life. To help you understand what I mean, it's necessary to give you some context.

For as long as I can remember, it's just been my dad and me. My mother's absence is because I was the result of an unwanted pregnancy in a village, but my father, who always dreamed of being a father, managed to convince her to keep me and take full custody. Two years after my birth, my father and a childhood friend, whom I affectionately call uncle or uncle Michael(47M), moved to the city in search of better opportunities, and together they bought a house where we live to this day, and another two years later, my uncle decided to adopt Lucy(22F), whom I consider like my cousin and best friend. Lucy and I love our parents very much; they are the sweetest men we know, always attentive and affectionate towards us. However, our affection for them turned into something more when we went to the beach three years ago to celebrate getting into university. Lucy and I suggested going to the beach since it had been years since we had last been to one. Our parents agreed, and the day before, Lucy and I went together to buy new bikinis. We ended up buying a couple in black and white that accentuated our round bottoms and E cups.

The next day, we went in my dad's car, wearing our bikinis under our clothes, hoping to surprise them with our purchase later. Once there, we took a somewhat secluded but empty area of the beach, while our fathers set up the beach umbrella and other things on the sand, Lucy and I quickly changed out of our casual clothes and had some fun in the water. I don't remember how long we were like that, but when we got out of the water, we stood gazing at the horizon, with our bodies still wet, when suddenly Lucy whispered to me with a smile that we should look behind us. I didn't understand why, but I went along with it and we both turned around suddenly, and for an instant, we could see how the gazes of my dad and uncle, who were sitting under the shade of the umbrella, were on us before quickly turning away. Before I could say anything or react, Lucy was already heading towards them to join in the relaxation, so I hurried to follow her so as not to be left behind. Once we were all together, Lucy didn't hesitate for a second before asking them, laughing, if they were "delighted with the view.", uncle Michael only managed a somewhat nervous "yes," while my dad didn't say anything, but he was having trouble looking directly at me, something he had never done before, or at least I hadn't noticed it until that day. This confirmed that he had been looking at me earlier, which made me feel something new in my chest; the idea that my own father, the man I love with all my heart, had been watching me and was so quiet made me realize that perhaps he had seen me, even if only for a moment, as a woman and not just as his daughter, which, to be honest, made me feel very happy and like the most attractive girl in the world. We stayed on the beach for a few more minutes before finally heading home, but nobody said anything during the journey, another totally new situation up to that point, since usually someone would start a conversation about the day or something like that.

From then on, and as time went on, Lucy and I noticed a change in our parents' displays of affection. It started with good morning kisses on the cheeks, whereas before it had only been hugs. It progressed to occasional gifts like chocolates, visits to the cinema or small bouquets of flowers, According to them, it was to congratulate us for being good daughters, and they even paid for a gym membership so we could go together every weekend, something we had never done before. We quickly noticed that when we did exercises that accentuated our butts, they would give us fleeting but nervous glances. All these changes only made Lucy and me feel deeply desired, which led us to gradually stop seeing them as just our parents, but also as men.

Which brings us to today, Lucy and I are just days away from finishing our university degrees, which has us very excited but also nervous about our theses. Our parents have been supporting us throughout this time with words of encouragement and more. During one of our dinners together, my father asked if we had any plans in mind if we managed to graduate, which Lucy and I took advantage of to suggest something we'd been planning for a while: staying a few days in a cottage. I showed them screenshots on my phone of a cottage rental that included a pool, thinking we could wear our bikinis again. Uncle Michael and my dad loved the idea and accepted without hesitation, both smiling at each other for a brief moment.

So that's how things are going. We're still busy with our theses, but Lucy and I have been having conversations about how to get our parents' attention and have as much fun as possible, and if we're lucky, maybe we can confess the feelings that have been building up over the last few years.

Everyone in the story is above the age of 18

My sister and I go to the same college together so it’s nice we spend lots of time together. One night my house was hosting a party so I obviously invited my sister and all of her friends to the party. The night was amazing and it was one hell of a party. As things started to wind down there was a small group of us hanging in my room as it had the most room. By the end all that was left was myself, my sister and my best friend I’ve known since high school. We had been playing truth or dare while there was a group of people in the room. My sister asked if we wanted to keep playing so we did. I knew my buddy had a massive crush on my sister and he was the only person in my life who knew I thought my sister was hot.

We played a few rounds with nothing to crazy happening until it was my sister’s turn and she chose dare. I dared her to give my buddy a lap dance and she happily did it, it was so hot watching her grind on his lap and running up against him. When it was my turn I also chose dare, to my surprise my friend dared me to kiss my sister. We were both shocked and looked at each other. I told her it was okay it’s just a dare. I walked up to her and leaned down and started making out with her right in front of him. We played a couple more rounds that involved some groping and more kissing but he eventually dared my sister to jerk both of us off. She was stunned but we both insisted we were okay with it. My friend unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick right in front of her, my sister walked up to him and started playing with it while they watched to see if I’d do it.

I was so incredibly turned on watching my sister play with his dick, I worked up the courage and pulled down my pants right in front of her. She reached over with her other hand and slowly began playing with my hard dick as well. It was so hot seeing her little hand wrapped around her brother’s dick. She eventually took off her pants and shirt and was in just her little white thong sitting between my buddy and I. I could tell how much she was enjoying stroking both of our dicks at the same time. My buddy and took turns playing with her nipples and rubbing her clit. My sister had one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever seen and was gripping our dicks so hard. After she came she started aggressively stroking us, I started cumming every where within 30 seconds of her finishing, my cum ended up everywhere on her body and mine. She kept stroking my dick even after I came until my friend finally started cumming as well. He hit her right in the face with one of his cumshots and the rest went everywhere. My sister had so much cum on her, it was so hot. We all went for a shower together in my bathroom and made out some more.

Was one of the most fun nights of my life.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Sorry for the previous uneventful post... this one is much juicier!

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When I woke up in my bed the next morning, I wasn't sure what happened first: opening my eyes, or registering the smell of bacon. I'm pretty sure it was the bacon. I looked over and my clock showed 10:06. Good time for breakfast on a Sunday.

I went downstairs and had breakfast with my niece. She had prepared two plates of bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, seasoned potatoes, and toast with butter and jelly. And this wasn't some special breakfast to commemorate all the crazy sexual shit we had done the day before - this was totally normal Courtney behavior whenever she stayed over. She might just be my favorite person.

As usual, cleanup was a team effort. I'm not a total jerk, even though I do have my moments.

"So, you got any crazy plans today?" I asked Court while rinsing off our plates and loading them into the dishwasher.

"Nothing as crazy as yesterday," she replied, wiping off the kitchen counter where we had eaten. "But I was probly gonna go to the mall with Lana."

About an hour later, Courtney was walking out the door to meet her friend, who was parked in the driveway.

"Be careful, Baby," I called out to her as she was walking out the door. She just looked back at me and made a cute little kissy-face at me before closing the door and taking off in her friend's car. It was half-past noon. I wound up spending most of the day playing videogames, checking up on work stuff, and thinking about Courtney.

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"Lucy, I'm home!" Courtney called in her best Ricky Ricardo voice as she walked in the front door and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Er, the guest bedroom... whatever.

Once Court had changed into her home clothes - an oversized T-shirt and I can only assume underpants, or maybe underpants and some short pajama shorts - she came downstairs and joined me on the living room couch. Once she sat down, her shirt rode up a little bit, and I could see that she was wearing panties, but no shorts. Nothing out of the ordinary, just something I hadn't thought about when she had stayed over with me before.

"You ladies have fun?" I asked her.

"Ladies," she snorted. "Yeah, I guess so." she looked over at me and her eyes were a little red. Maybe stoned? Whatever, that's her business. She's an adult now, uh, technically.

"Court, I really hope no one saw those pictures on your phone," I said with some concern in my voice.

She snorted again and rolled her eyes. "Duh," she said.

"We need to delete those, Babe. C'mon."

"But-I-don'-wanna," she pouted like a little kid.

I realized that I didn't want to either. "Okay, well, send them to me, and then delete them, deal?"

"You'll keep them safe?" she asked me.

"Secret. Safe," I assured here. "Let's get to it, Babe."

Courtney emailed me the pictures, and the one short video. She was about to text them to me over SMS, but instead I had her send them to an obscure email of mine from an obscure email of hers. Then I watched as she deleted the files from her phone. She sighed with disappointment as she did.

"Don't worry, Babe, I'll keep them, remember?" I asked rhetorically.

"Can we see them now?" she asked.

I had an idea. I told Courtney to sit tight while I ran over to my office. I opened my "obscure" email and found the message from Courtney. I downloaded the files and placed them in a new folder that I shared on my home network and made accessible from my living room computer, which was hooked up to my living room TV.

I returned to the living room, turned on both the computer and the TV, grabbed my Steam controller which doubles as a mouse, and plopped back down on the couch next to my niece.

"All right, let's see here..." I said to myself as I opened Windows explorer and navigated to network shares. I opened the folder I had created. Immediately the thumbnails were visible.

"Click on that one!" Courtney said, pointing excitedly to the screen. I wasn't sure which one she meant, so I opened one of the photos at random. The TV screen filled with an image of Courtney in my office, kneeled down on the floor, natural light hitting her from the left side, and my sperm coating her face in streaks and puddles.

"No, no!" Courtney exclaimed. "The video!"

I should have known. I closed the photo viewing program and opened the one video file we had made - when I ejaculated into my niece's mouth last night.

It began playing automatically. I glanced over and Courtney's eyes were wide and glued to the TV. Her mouth was open slightly. She looked like a person who was thinking of absolutely nothing but the images that played in front of her face.

I looked back over at the TV just in time to see the first spurt of cum land on my niece's forehead. We both watched intently as I finished on her face and in her mouth.

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The default video player on my computer was set to repeat, so the video started over as soon as it ended. The video was only about 20 seconds long. It played, finished, and started over again. Then Courtney said:

Courtney: "You really cum a lot, Uncle Dave."

Uncle Dave: "Uh-huh. I thought you hadn't even seen a guy's dick before? You've got no frame of reference, Dear," I teased her.

Courtney: "I have, just not in person. I mean, until yesterday. But the guys in porn don't cum this much."

"Well, I'm sorry that's such a problem for you," I teased her again while continuing to watch the video.

"It's not!" Courtney exclaimed defensively. "I mean, I was kinda nervous, but then I got some of it in my mouth, and..." she trailed off.

"And?" I prompted her. We both continued to watch the TV as the video of me cumming over Court's face played on repeat.

"And it tasted okay, I guess," she said quietly, like she was embarassed.

Hearing her say that turned me on way too much - I immediately became almost fully hard. I did my best to hide it without drawing too much attention, but I failed.

"Is your cock hard, Uncle Dave?" Courtney asked in what must have been the most innocent voice she was able to muster. I told her it was.

"Can I see it again?" she asked in a quiet voice that was almost a whisper.

"I guess it's nothing you haven't seen before," I replied casually as I pulled my pajama pants and boxers down and kicked them off to my left on the floor. I was fully hard now, and my dick thwapped up against my stomach once it was released from the waistband of my pajama pants.

"Is it true that, uhm, that if it gets hard and you don't do anything with it, it starts to hurt?" Courtney asked while gazing at my penis.

"Yeah," I replied, "if it stays hard for too long my balls get kind of sore. But also," I continued, "there's more if it stays hard for a while."

"More?" Courtney asked incredulously. "Like, more cum?" she clarified. She sounded interested.

"Yeah, there's usually more if I get really worked up for a while before finishing," I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. Without thinking, my right hand wandered to the base of my penis, and I held it stiffly upright, and began to slowly stroke my shaft.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Courtney interrupted me, tugging my arm away from myself.

"What's the big rush?" She asked, holding my arm and looking at me like I was doing something ridiculous. To be fair, I suppose I was.

"Well it's out!" I defended myself, and chuckled as if someone had caught me stealing a bite of their cereal. "That's what guys do when it's out, Babe," I told her as if it was something everyone knows.

"Okay, well, stop it, okay?" She said with a funny kind of joking authority, and she placed my hand to the side of my right thigh, and then quickly moved her hand to the base of my penis, and held it upright.

"So how long does it take?" Courtney asked. She was still holding my dick at the base, but she was watching the video on the TV again.

"Huh?" I replied, unsure. "Oh, you mean how long until there's... more?" I asked.

"Yeah," she clarified. "More."

I thought for a moment - first about how long it actually takes, then about just how in the hell my innocent little niece had porned herself into being an absolute cumslut. It was weird. Unexpected. I felt so guilty and so excited. I always thought she was just about the prettiest thing I had ever seen, but I had never thought of her like *this* until yesterday.

"About 20 minutes, why?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"DBZ! DBZ!" Courtney exclaimed. "And I'm gonna hold it the whole time and make sure it stays hard. One episode."

Sounded good to me. I chuckled and leaned over to grab the Steam controller that was connected to the living room computer. I closed the video and navigated to my other network share where I store all of my TV shows. I pulled up the DragonBallZ folder and opened the next episode.

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As Goku continued on his way to King Kai's miniature planet, and as Gohan continued his training with the brutal Piccolo, Courtney continued holding my penis at the base, occasionally running her fingers lightly over my balls.

I stayed hard for the first 5 minutes or so, but with no real stimulation, and my focus shifting from Courtney to the episode we were watching (hey, I love Dragonball, okay?), I began to lose the full strength of my erection.

"Uh, Uncle Dave..." Courtney complained, and I knew why.

"Yeah, I know, here, try moving your hand up a little bit," and she did. Her little hand was now gripping around my shaft at about the midway point, but a little too tight.

"Loosen up a little, Baby," I told her, and her grip loosened a little bit.

"All right, just go up and down gently until it's hard again," I instructed her. She did, and in a moment I was fully hard again.

"It worked! I did it!" Courtney exclaimed, and she started to go faster and faster. It felt good --- too good.

"Baby, Baby---" I began, and she immediately stopped, but kept her hand wrapped around my cock in the same way.

"Oh, yeah, I got a little carried away, huh, Uncle Dave?" She said, looking over with a big dumb smile on her face.

"Do what you want, but I might finish too soon if you keep that up like that," I told her.

"Okay! I'll only do that when it stops being hard." She said, and her left hand returned to the base of my penis where she held it upright while occasionally grazing my balls with her fingers, and her attention returned to the TV.

Before the episode was over, Courtney had to jerk me off briefly a couple of times to keep my dick completely hard. Eventually the episode ended, and the credits song began to play.

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"So... like... theres more now?" Courtney asked as the episode ran through its credits.

"Should be, yeah," I told her. "It's pretty much a scientific fact."

"But in science, don't you always have to try to prove your hypotheses?" Courtney asked innocently.

"That's true," I said, raising my eyebrows thoughtfully. "Glad to see all that money your dad spent on your schooling didn't go to waste," I joked with her.

"I went to *public* school," she joked back to me. "So can we test our hypothesis, Uncle Dave?" She always sounded so innocent and perfect when she called me "Uncle Dave." I'm glad she never stopped that - I think a lot of people start calling their uncles and aunts by their first names later on in life, but not Courtney.

"Yeah, Baby," I said as I relaxed and slouched a little further down. I put my arm around my niece and began to stroke her soft brown hair, grazing her scalp with my the tips of my fingers. Courtney began to breathe harder.

"Can I do it?" She asked, again in a quiet voice like before. "Can I make you cum?" She looked over at me and I began to breathe harder too.

"Yeah, Baby," I said again, this time speaking in a quiet voice myself. I strongly felt a deep, primal part of myself that did not want the universe to know what we were doing. I quickly looked around and was relieved to see that all the blinds were closed.

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Courtney stood up and pulled her shirt off as she began to turn back around to face me. Instinctually I reached to my left, grabbed a small couch pillow and placed it on the floor between my legs. My niece, topless now and wearing just a pair of cotton panties, knelt down in front of me about as soon as I had the pillow on the ground and before I even had a chance to relax again. Her large pale breasts jiggled as she settled into position. I wanted to kiss her soft pink nipples and feel them become hard in my mouth.

Courtney placed her hands on my thighs and began to lean forward slowly. Her breasts grazed my knees as she did. She was breathing hard from excitement.

Abruptly she stopped inching forward, and looked up at me. "Will you tell me what to do?" she asked, still breathing fast and looking as serious as I had ever seen her. Wow. I had never done this before, but it came surprisingly easy to me to give someone blowjob instructions.

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I inhaled a sharp breath. "Okay, Baby," I began, "but you can stop anytime if you want, okay?"

Courtney snorted. "Hokay," she said, rolling her eyes, as if the idea of her stopping was incredibly stupid.

"Okay, baby. Take my cock in your hand like you had it before, and do it like you were doing earlier."

"Okay," Courtney replied as if she was in a daze. She slowly brought her hand to my penis, held it gently at the halfway point, and started to move her hand up and down.

"Is that good?" She asked with wide eyes, sounding unsure.

"It's good, Baby," I reassured her. "Start licking my balls, but keep doing what you're doing," I instructed my young niece.

"Yes, Uncle Dave," she said as she leaned towards my scrotum. Her right hand continued to work on my penis, and her left hand remained on my thigh. She leaned forward and I saw her mouth open wide. A moment later I felt her slippery tongue press flat against the right side of my scrotum and begin to glide upwards. Once she had reached the base of my shaft, she brought her mouth back down to my balls and repeated the motion. It felt incredible.

"Do you think you can fit it in your mouth?" I asked, looking down at her.

She didn't look up, but a curious look crossed her eyes. Then she brought her tongue back into her mouth and fastened her lips to the right side of my scrotum. I felt some suction, and then my right testicle was safely in my niece's mouth.

"Use your tongue, Baby," I reminded her, and soon her delicious tongue was caressing me in her mouth.

A moment passed with my right ball in Courtney's mouth. "Now do the other one, Baby," I continued to instruct her.

"You're really naughty, Uncle Dave," Courtney said to me before reconnecting to the other side.

I reached down and stroked her soft brown hair. "Hey, you said you wanted instructions," I teased her. "If it gets too naughty, we can always stop," I teased her further.

Her answer was to begin caressing me with her tongue again. I think I knew what she meant: "As if." (do people still say that?)

I grinned down at my beautiful little niece. I decided it was finally time. "Do you wanna suck it, Baby?" I asked her sweetly. I ran my fingers through her hair.

She looked up at me and nodded, her mouth still full. Show time.

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"Okay, Baby. Just start with the tip and see how far you can get down, but don't rush yourself," I instructed her.

Her mouth disconnected from my scrotum with a gasp for air. She held my penis upright, fully hard, and gazed at it with some sort of detached sexual hunger. I was not prepared for or expecting what happened next:

My niece positioned her face over my penis, and pushed a thick glob of spit out of her mouth. It landed directly over my urethra and cascaded down my shaft. Then she took the head of my penis into her mouth. I felt her slippery tongue caressing me all over as she slid the first inch of my shaft into her mouth. She continued, slowly, gradually, and another two inches were in her mouth and I was partially down her throat. She pushed through the final few inches, and I was now fully in her mouth; her lips were pressed against the very base of my penis, and none of my penis could be seen at all.

I watched with an amazed expression: How was she able to do this? Did it just come naturally? Had she practiced? Was this really her first rodeo...? I was surprised to find myself hoping that it was, and I realized that I would have jealous feelings if that wasn't the case.

Courtney finally came up off of me with another gasp for air, louder this time. Bubbles of spit cascaded from the tip of my penis downward. She brought her right hand back to my penis and began to glide it up and down slowly. With her left hand she grabbed her phone, which was on the couch to my right. She placed it on my stomach, which was at a mostly flat angle due to the way I was slouched down on the couch.

Without a second thought I opened the camera app on Courtney's phone, selected "Video", and started recording. After the beep indicated the recording had started, Courtney looked up at me and asked innocently into the camera:

"Can I suck it some more, Uncle Dave?" She sounded like a kid asking for a second bowl of ice cream.

"Of course you can, Baby," I replied sweetly to my niece, and before I was done talking she had already begun to work my dick back down her throat. I kept the camera steady on her. She held me fully in her mouth for a few seconds, and then came back up. When she reached the tip, she did not take me out of her mouth, but instead went back down, more smoothly and quickly this time. Once she reached the base, she immediately began going back up again.

After a few wonderful cycles like this, I had to ask:

"Baby, how are you so good at this?" I tried not to sound too skeptical.

She took me out of her mouth, this time with an even louder gasp for air which sent bubbles of spit frothing away from her mouth when she disconnected.

"I practice on my toy at home and watch blowjob video," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Can I get back to work now?" she ran her right hand up and down my slippery shaft a few times.

"Please do," I replied, and she put me back into her mouth and began sucking again. I watched in amazement, still making sure to keep the camera steady and trained on Courtney.

After a few more minutes, I realized that I was becoming closer, which was good because Courtney was breathing harder and faster, and was clearly becoming quite tired. She breathed a sharp breath in and out of her nose each time her head came back up.

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"Honey, I'm getting closer," I told her as I rubbed her soft arm with the backs of my fingers.

She responded not with words, but by going faster, which made her breathe even harder. She still didn't take me out of her mouth, and she breathed only through her nose. At one point, when she held me fully in her mouth, she snorted involuntarily, which created a bubble of snot in her left nostril. Still she kept me in her mouth, and continued her increased pace. Now as she breathed, a small amount of mucus entered and exited her nose.

I know that probably sounds kind of gross, but seeing her press on with out stopping and wiping her face and nose was very impressive. She really wanted to please her Uncle Dave - and she was.

"Baby, I'm about to cum," I finally told her. She took me out just long enough to say: "Cum in my mouth," and then she went back to sucking at the same pace.

I started cumming at one of the points where my penis was mostly out of her mouth. After the first spurt, her eyes grew wide and she made a surprised "Hrmmp!" sound, keeping me in her mouth.

She kept me there, with just the tip of my penis (not even the full head) in her mouth. She brought her right hand up to my shaft and began to milk me into her mouth. I watched through the camera, and she was looking up, directly into the lens. She looked so beautiful with a big cock in her mouth. Knowing that it was mine made her even more beautiful.

After about 8 good spurts, I was done cumming, but Courtney still held me in her mouth, stroking my shaft toward her face.

I ran my fingers through her soft hair. "All done, Baby Girl," I said quietly to her.

She came up off of me, pursing her lips tightly closed. It was obvious that her mouth was full.

I was still filming. "Open up, Sweetheart," I instructed her, and she opened her mouth wide to show the camera what she had. She angled her face to give the camera a good view. She lapped the puddle with her tongue, and in the phone's screen I could see my sperm cascading over her delicious tongue.

"Do you wanna swallow it, Baby?" I asked as sweetly as I could.

She nodded with her mouth still open, looking directly into the camera. Her eyes were wide and innocent. When her head moved, I could see the pool at the bottom of her mouth slosh forward and backward.

"Drink it, Baby," I instruced her. She closed her mouth tight, and I could hear the sound of her swallowing a single loud gulp. I remember hoping that the camera had picked up that sound in the video.

"That was really yummy, Uncle Dave!" Courtney said directly into the lens.

"You did a really good job, Baby," I told her. "I love you so much, I added."

"I love you more!" She replied, and kissed the underside of my penis at the tip.

I stopped the recording.

It was during a family road trip. Towards the end, it was just the three of us left at the Airbnb. I had been in the outdoor sauna and was heading back with just a robe on. They were both in the hot tub and my wife told me to get in. I said let me go, put something on and I will. Her reply was quit being a prude and get in. I obliged dropped my robe and got in. We wete just sitting around chatting when I asked a question why am I the only one completely nude? Told them they both should join me and takeoff their bathing suits. To my surprise, not only did they both do it, possibly because they both had had a bit to drink, but my sister was the first to takeoff her bathing suit. Not gonna lie I sneaked a peak. My sister then said well since we all know we snuck a peak at each other what did everybody think? My wife told my sister that she thought she had very nice tits and perfect nipples. My sister then told my wife that she was jealous of her big tits. I said I couldn’t agree more with both of them. Then my wife asked my sister what she thought of me. My sister said that it had been a long time since she had seen a man nude. And that if I wasn’t her brother should be sucking me already. I damn near fell out. Instantly got hard. My wife reached over grabbed my throbbing cock and said oh he liked that answer. Obviously the chat amongst us escalated and turned sexual in nature. My wife went over and shockingly started kissing on my sister. They made out and played with each other‘s titties. Then I see my wife whisper into my sister‘s ear. My wife looks at me and says get on the edge of the hot tub. And at that moment, my sister got up and made her way over to me. Look me dead in the eyes as she grabbed my cock and went down and gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I look over my wife has the biggest smile on her face as I know she’s playing with her pussy. Not going to lie. I was not lasting long. Told my sister I was about to come. She didn’t flinch and took every last drop from me.

Wife then said why don’t we head inside and have some more fun. Once we got inside, my sister proceeded to go down on my wife and bring it to orgasm. I had no idea my sister was bi. My wife who had never been with a female before besides kissing and a little bit of breast play. Ask me to go down on my sister with her. Not only was I going down to my sister, but I was watching my wife go down on on a Woman for the first ever.

Send me my sister started to make out. After a few minutes, I laid her on her back, spread her legs and slowly put my throbbing cock into her tight pussy. She let out a moan that was an insane turn on. After a bit, I know the deep inside of her again.

The rest of the night was just as much fun with the three of us.

This post is a little different from our hormone fueled fuck fests. But we wanted to give you a fly on the wall insight after what happened that night. Thanks again!

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The lights flicked on with a harsh click. Mom stood in the doorway, her hand still on the switch, her body rigid as a statue. Her eyes were fixed on me, then on Abby beside me, naked and asleep, one arm thrown across my chest. The expression on her face was one I had never seen before. Not anger, not disappointment. Something worse. Something that made my stomach drop through the floor.

“BRIAN! EXPLAIN!”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Abby shot upright beside me with a piercing scream that seemed to crack the drywall. She scrambled backward, dragging the blanket with her, wrapping it around her body in a frantic tangle. Her eyes were wide, panicked, darting between Mom and me and the empty spaces of the room as if looking for somewhere to hide that didn’t exist.

Mom’s jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching in her cheek. Her eyes were wet, but her voice was ice cold.

“Brian, get dressed and get in the kitchen.” She turned her gaze to Abby, who had pulled the blanket up to her chin, her knees drawn to her chest. “Abby, get some clothes on and get down there too.”

She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. Each step was measured, deliberate, the sound of her shoes on the hardwood floor echoing through the silent house like gunshots.

Abby was still crying. Not the dramatic, performative crying she sometimes did when she was frustrated. This was real. Her shoulders shook with each sob, her face buried in the blanket she’d wrapped around herself. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were red and swollen, her face splotchy with the kind of crying that leaves marks.

“I need to go,” she managed, her voice breaking. She clutched the blanket tighter around her body and slid off the bed, her bare feet padding across my floor. At the door, she paused, glanced back at me with something between terror and apology in her eyes, then disappeared into the bathroom. I heard her bedroom door open and close behind her, the door clicking softly into place.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of me. The room smelled like us... sweat and sex and that faint jasmine scent from Abby’s shower gel. My stomach churned with a nausea that had nothing to do with food.

This was it. The moment I had pushed to the back of my mind every time I kissed my sister, every time I made her laugh, every time I held her and told her I loved her. The moment when the fantasy we’d built crashed into the real world where people had rules and consequences and mothers who walked in on their adult children fucking.

I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and grabbed the first t-shirt I found. It was some faded band shirt from a concert I’d gone to years ago. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely get the shirt over my head. I took one look at my reflection in the mirror above my dresser. My hair was a disaster. My face was pale. I looked like someone who had just watched his entire life implode, which was exactly what was happening.

The walk downstairs felt like walking to my own execution. Each step was heavier than the last, the creak of the old wooden stairs loud enough to wake the dead. I could hear Mom moving around in the kitchen, the clink of a glass being set down, the scrape of a chair leg against tile.

She was sitting at the island when I entered, her back straight, her hands folded on the counter in front of her. She didn’t look up at me. The pizza box she’d brought home sat unopened beside her, the delivery sticker still on the lid.

“Mom,” I started, my voice catching in my throat. “I can explain…”

“Wait.” She held up a hand, still not looking at me. “Wait for your sister.”

I stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, my hands shoved deep in the pockets of my shorts. The kitchen clock ticked. The refrigerator hummed. Somewhere outside, a car drove past, music thumping through its speakers. Life going on, indifferent to the disaster unfolding in our kitchen.

A few minutes later, Abby appeared at the top of the stairs. She had changed into sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled up over her head. Her face was red and blotchy, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. She came down slowly, each step tentative, like she was walking on broken glass.

She sat on the stool next to Mom, pulling her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. She looked small. Young. Nothing like the confident, take-no-shit woman who had been riding me hours earlier.

Mom looked at me. Her eyes were dry now, but the hurt in them was raw and exposed.

“Brian. Explain.”

I took a breath. Then another. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

“It started around Christmas,” I said, the words coming out in a rush. “After that whole thing with the nude photo on my phone. Abby saw it and... something changed. We started kind of flirting, I guess. Texting more. Sitting closer when we watched movies. It was stupid and I knew it was wrong but it just kept happening and it felt...” I paused, searching for a word that wouldn’t make everything worse. “It felt good. Really good. And then one night we kissed and after that we just... didn’t stop.”

Tears were falling now. I could feel them hot on my cheeks, but I didn’t wipe them away. I deserved this. Every second of it.

“I’m so sorry, Mom. I never wanted you to find out like this. I never wanted to hurt you. I just—”

“It was me.” Abby’s voice cut through mine, sharp and clear despite the tears. She straightened up on her stool, pushing her hood back. “I started it. All of it. The flirting, the first kiss, everything. Brian tried to stop it at first. I pushed. So if you’re going to blame someone, blame me.”

Mom looked at Abby, her expression softening just enough to be visible. “Honey, I just said to explain. I did not place any blame yet.”

The kitchen fell silent again. Abby and I exchanged a glance, a quick, desperate look that contained everything we couldn’t say out loud. I love you. I’m scared. What happens now?

We kept talking. Abby picked up where I left off, describing the night we first slept together, the trip to Phoenix, the countless times we’d been careful, the countless times we hadn’t. Mom listened without interrupting, her face a mask I couldn’t read. She nodded occasionally. Sometimes she closed her eyes, like she was trying to process something too big to fit in her head.

After what felt like hours but was probably closer to forty-five minutes, Mom held up a hand.

“Stop,” she said. “Just... stop.”

We stopped. The kitchen went quiet again, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional sniff from Abby as she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.

Mom looked at us both, her gaze moving from my face to Abby’s and back again. Her expression had changed. The raw hurt was still there, but underneath it was something else. Something I couldn’t quite name.

“I need to tell you a story,” she said.

Mom folded her hands on the countertop and took a long breath. When she spoke, her voice had changed. Gone was the ice, the controlled anger. What replaced it was something softer, sadder, like she was reading from a story she’d memorized years ago and never wanted to tell.

“I need to tell you a story about your father’s sister,” she began. “Jules. Dad’s younger sister. She died about 8 years before he did. Brain cancer.”

“Aunt Jules was always sick, even as a kid,” Mom continued. “Headaches, fatigue, bruising easily. When she was fourteen, they found out it was leukemia. The aggressive kind.”

Mom’s fingers traced a pattern on the countertop, her eyes fixed on some middle distance between Abby and me.

“She lost all her hair within a month of starting treatment. Went from this vibrant, athletic girl to pale and frail practically overnight. Her boyfriend, this kid she’d been dating since middle school. He stopped coming by. Her friends too. One by one, they all drifted away. Can’t blame them, really. Teenagers don’t know how to handle that kind of thing. But it left her completely alone.”

A heavy silence filled the kitchen. I could picture it too clearly: a teenage girl in a hospital bed, bald and scared, watching her life empty out around her.

“Except for your father,” Mom said. “He was always there. Every day after school, every weekend. He had this... this magical ability with her. Five minutes in the room and she’d be smiling. Ten minutes and she’d be laughing. He’d bring her comics and magazines, or these stupid jokes he’d copied out of a book, or just sit there and let her talk about whatever she wanted. For hours. While all her other relationships fell apart, the one with your dad only got stronger.”

I thought of Dad. The man I remembered was quiet, steady, the kind of person who fixed things without being asked. I tried to imagine him as a teenager, sitting by his sister’s hospital bed, making her laugh through chemotherapy. The image fit, and that made something twist in my chest.

“Jules started to get better. The treatments worked. Her hair grew back, her color returned. But even healthy, she was different. Quieter. She kept to herself, didn’t make new friends. The only time she looked like herself was when your dad was around. They were inseparable. Hanging out constantly, doing everything together.”

Mom paused, her mouth tightening. “And then something changed. I don’t know exactly when it happened. Your father never gave me dates, and I never pushed. But at some point during their teens, the relationship stopped being just brother and sister.”

A gasp came from beside me. Abby’s hand had flown to her mouth, her eyes wide. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at anything except the grain of the countertop, because if I looked up I might fall apart.

“They kept it secret, of course. No one knew. Not their parents, not their friends. Jules beat the leukemia, got her health back, but the relationship with your father continued. All through high school, into their twenties. She never dated anyone else. Never showed interest in anyone else. And your father... he tried. Dated a few girls in college. But nothing stuck. Nothing felt right.”

Mom’s voice had dropped to almost a whisper. The kitchen felt airless, too small for the story unfolding in it.

“Jules was diagnosed with brain cancer when she was twenty-three. She fought it for two years. Your father was with her for every appointment, every treatment, every bad night. She died eighteen months before he did. And the whole time, even at the end, they were together. In every sense of the word.”

I heard another sharp intake of breath from Abby. A small, wounded sound. My own chest felt like it had been wrapped in something too tight.

“I found out about it a year after your father and I got married,” Mom said. “Found some letters. Old photos. Things he’d kept hidden. I was going to leave him. Packed a bag, called my sister, the whole thing. But we talked. For hours. And he told me the same thing I’m telling you now.”

Mom looked up, meeting my eyes directly for the first time since she’d started speaking.

“Jules couldn’t have children. The leukemia treatments damaged her reproductive system beyond repair. She was alone in the world except for him. And the only time she was truly happy, the only time she felt like herself, was when they were together. Not as siblings. As something else.”

The word hung in the air between us. Something else. The same phrase I’d used about Abby and me a hundred times in my own head, when I lay awake at night trying to make sense of what we were.

“Your father loved me,” Mom said, and there was no doubt in her voice. “He loved me completely. But he loved Jules too, in a way I could never compete with. Not because I wasn’t enough, but because what they had was... it was its own thing. Something forged in sickness and isolation and a bond I could never fully understand.”

I realized I was crying again. Silent tears this time, tracking down my cheeks without sobs to accompany them. Across the counter, Abby was crying too, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking.

Several times during Mom’s story, Abby had made these little shocked noises. Little sharp inhales, small gasps, each one hitting me like a physical blow. I hadn’t looked at her. I couldn’t. If I looked at her right now, with this story sitting between us like a live wire, I wasn’t sure what would happen.

But I was thinking about her. About the way she looked at me when no one else was watching. About the sound of her laugh, the weight of her body against mine, the way she knew exactly what I needed before I asked for it. I was thinking about Dad and Jules, about hospital rooms and secret kisses and a love that existed outside every rule I’d ever been taught.

And something in me, something that had been tied in knots since Mom flipped on the light in my bedroom, began to loosen.

“There’s more to the story,” Mom said, her voice softer now. “Personal things. Family things. But that’s enough for now. That’s the part you needed to hear.”

The kitchen felt different. The same fluorescent lights, the same pizza box on the counter, the same clock ticking on the wall. But the air between us had changed. Charged, somehow. Like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks.

“I’ve had this weird feeling,” Mom continued, “for months now. Couldn’t put my finger on it. Something was different between you two. Abby, you’ve been... present. At dinner, during movie nights. Not in your room with the door closed. Not snapping at every little thing I said. And your style…” She gestured at Abby’s hoodie, the faded band logo visible on the sleeve. “The black lipstick is gone. The safety pins. The whole punk thing you had going. It’s softened.”

I looked at Abby properly for the first time since Mom had started talking. She was still crying, but quietly now, tears tracking down her cheeks without sound. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her face bare and vulnerable. She looked nothing like the girl who’d dyed her hair black at sixteen and refused to speak to anyone for a week.

My thoughts were racing so fast I could barely track them. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape. What happened next? Grounding? Kicking me out? Calling some kind of family therapist who specialized in exactly this brand of fucked up? Every possible outcome flashed through my head, each one worse than the last.

Mom looked at me. Her eyes, so similar to mine in shape and color, held mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

“Brian,” she said. “Do you love your sister?”

The question hit me like a physical blow. Simple. Direct. Impossible to dodge.

“What?” The word came out smaller than I intended, barely more than a whisper.

“Your sister,” Mom repeated, her voice steady. “Do you love her?”

I turned to look at Abby. Really look at her. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face splotchy from crying, a strand of hair stuck to her damp cheek. She looked terrified. She looked beautiful. And as I held her gaze, something in my chest unknotted itself completely. The panic receded. My heartbeat slowed. My mind, which had been screaming in five different directions since Mom flipped on the light, went quiet.

I gave her a small, cautious smile. The kind you give someone when you’re about to jump off a cliff together and you both know there’s no going back.

“Yeah,” I said. “I really do.” The words came out steadier than I expected. “She’s the one I think about all day. The person who really gets me. And if something happened to her…” My voice caught. I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I would do. I really don’t.”

Abby wiped at her eyes with the heel of her hand. A fresh tear escaped and tracked down her cheek, but she was smiling through it. A wobbly, fragile thing.

“I love you too, dummy,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Mom looked at us both. Her expression was complicated. The hurt was still there, and confusion, and something that might have been resignation. But underneath it all was a warmth I hadn’t expected. A recognition.

“I’m not sure that I will ever understand it,” she said quietly. “But I can tell that you both mean it. You are both adults, and even though I’m your mom and should be appalled...” She paused, took a breath. “Just know that I love you both. No matter what.”

She reached across the counter and took my right hand in hers. With her other hand, she found Abby’s left. The three of us sat there, connected across the kitchen island, a circuit completed.

“This is very close to the same conversation I had with your father and Jules,” Mom said. “Years ago. In this very kitchen, actually. Different countertops. But the same feeling.”

I squeezed her hand. Abby squeezed back.

“I won’t stop you,” Mom continued. “I can’t. You’re adults. But I need you to keep this a secret around Greg. He’s... he’s important to me. And I think he’s going to propose at some point. This would be a lot for him to process all at once.”

We both nodded. Greg was a good guy. Straightforward, kind. The type who’d probably have a heart attack if he found out his girlfriend’s adult children were sleeping together. Keeping our relationship under wraps around him wasn’t just reasonable, it was necessary.

“Protection,” Mom said, her voice shifting back into practical-mom mode. “What are you doing?”

Abby spoke up. “I have an IUD. Got it last year for period stuff. My doctor said it’s more effective than the pill.”

Mom nodded, then turned to me. “And you?”

“Umm,” I said. “Nothing. But honestly, Mom? I’d get a vasectomy if that’s what it took. I’m serious.”

The words were out before I’d fully processed them. But as soon as I said them, I knew they were true. I would. For Abby, for us, for whatever this was becoming, I would.

Mom looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “Is that really what you want to do? At twenty-two?”

“I’d move to Rhode Island,” I said. The words kept coming, unstoppable now. “Or whatever East Coast state allows relationships like ours. That’s how serious I am about this. About her.”

The kitchen fell silent. Mom’s hand was still holding mine, her grip firm. Abby’s fingers had intertwined with mine under the counter, out of Mom’s sight, a secret within a secret.

“I believe you,” Mom said finally. “Both of you. And that’s... that’s enough for now.”

We talked for several hours. Or Mom talked, and Abby and I listened, and sometimes we talked too, in fragments and half-sentences, the way people do when the ground beneath them has just shifted and they’re still finding their balance.

Mom told us more about Dad. Not about Jules this time, but about the man she’d married. His steadiness, his quiet humor, the way he could fix anything with his hands and a little patience. She told us about the early years of their marriage, how she’d struggled with the knowledge of what he’d had with his sister, how they’d built something new together despite it. Not to replace what he’d lost, but to exist alongside it. A second life.

“I love you both,” she said again, her voice firmer now. “And if you’re happy… really, truly happy, then I can learn to be happy for you too. It might take time. There will be days where this feels impossible to understand. But I’m your mother. My job is to love you, not to judge you.”

Something loosened in my chest. Not all at once, but in stages, like a knot being carefully untied. Across the counter, Abby’s face had settled into something close to peace. Her tears had dried. Her hand was still in mine under the island, her thumb tracing small circles on my palm.

And somehow, just like that, everything felt... normal. Not the old normal, the one where Abby and I tiptoed around each other with stolen glances and racing hearts. A new normal. Messier. More honest. The kind of normal where your mother knows you’re sleeping with your sister and has decided, against all odds, that it’s okay.

It was surreal. The kitchen looked exactly the same. The same dishes in the drying rack. The same magnet holding the same takeout menu to the refrigerator. But the air felt different. Lighter. As if the truth, once spoken, had taken up less space than the secret.

The pizza sat on the counter, untouched and long cold. Mom noticed it at the same time I did.

“Food,” she said, like she’d just remembered humans needed to eat. “We should eat.”

I picked up the box and carried it to the oven. Preheated to 375, slid the pizza in on the middle rack. Twelve minutes, maybe fifteen. Enough time for the cheese to melt again, for the crust to crisp back up. Simple mechanics. A task that required no emotional processing whatsoever. I was grateful for it.

We ate at the island, the three of us on stools, paper plates balanced on our knees. The pizza was good!

Pepperoni and sausage from the place down the street that Mom had been ordering from since I was in elementary school. We talked about ordinary things. Abby’s classes. My job. Greg’s car, which was still in the shop. When she thought he would propose.

And then we weren’t talking about ordinary things anymore. We were talking about Dad.

“It’s eerie,” Mom said, picking a mushroom off her slice and examining it before eating it. “How much you’re like him. Not just looks. The way you are with Abby. Protective, but not smothering. The way you make her laugh. He had that same quality with Jules. Could pull her out of a dark mood in seconds.”

I thought about Dad. The quiet way he moved through the house. The patience he had with broken things like toys, appliances, my childhood moods. I’d inherited his hands, his height, the slight crookedness of his smile. But this, this ability to be someone’s anchor, someone’s safe place… that was new. That was a legacy I hadn’t known I was carrying.

“I didn’t realize,” I said. “Any of it. He never talked about her.”

“He couldn’t,” Mom said simply. “It hurt too much. Even after she was gone, even after we’d worked through it together... some things stayed private. Some griefs are too big for words.”

Abby was quiet, listening. Her knee pressed against mine under the island, a point of warmth and contact that kept me grounded.

“He would have understood,” Mom continued. “About you two. Not approved, maybe. But understood. He knew what it was to love someone you weren’t supposed to love. Someone the world said was off-limits.”

The word hung between us. Off-limits. The phrase that had defined every moment Abby and I had shared since Christmas. The boundary we’d crossed without looking back.

“We’re not hurting anyone,” Abby said. Her voice was small but steady. “That’s what matters, right? We’re not hurting anyone but ourselves if we stop.”

Mom reached across and squeezed Abby’s hand. “That’s exactly what matters.”

The evening wound down slowly. We finished the pizza. Mom made some tea. Chamomile for her, peppermint for Abby, black for me. We moved to the living room, settling into our usual spots on the couch. Mom in the middle, Abby to her left, me to her right. The TV stayed off. We didn’t need it.

We talked about practical things. Boundaries. Privacy. What would change and what would stay the same. Mom asked questions. Respectful ones, the kind that assumed we were adults making adult choices. We answered as honestly as we could.

By ten o’clock, we were all yawning. The emotional marathon of the day had caught up with us. Mom kissed us both goodnight. Abby on the forehead, me on the cheek, and headed upstairs to her room. We heard her door close. The house settled into its nighttime rhythm, creaks and sighs and the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Abby and I sat on the couch for a while longer, not speaking. Her head was on my shoulder, her hand in mine. The same position we’d been in a thousand times before, except now everything was different. Now the secret was out. Now we existed in the light.

“What happens tomorrow?” Abby asked quietly.

I thought about it. About work, about Greg, about the careful dance we’d have to perform around other people for the foreseeable future. About the weight of what we’d chosen, and the strange, unexpected grace of Mom’s acceptance.

“Same as today,” I said finally. “We get up. We live our lives. We love each other.” I squeezed her hand. “Just without the hiding.”

She smiled against my shoulder. A real smile, tired but genuine. “I can work with that.”

We sat there until the clock in the hallway chimed eleven. Then we went upstairs together, not to my room or hers, but to our separate doors. A small concession to the new normal. A boundary, freely chosen.

I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, and thought about Dad. About Jules. About the parallel lines of our lives, separated by decades but running in the same direction. I thought about Mom, about the strength it had taken for her to sit in that kitchen and tell us the truth instead of the easier version. I thought about Abby, laying in her room next door, and the future stretching out in front of us, complicated and messy and ours.

For the first time in months, I fell asleep without a single secret keeping me awake.

Everyone in the story is 18+. So this story is about an experience I (M) had with my sister in our backyard pool. I’ve lurked this sub before and for some reason it never even crossed my mind to share this story until now.

So for a little back story. My sister and I are 1 year apart and have always been fairly close, but not weirdly so. She hit puberty hard and got a real nice figure and fast. It feels weird typing this out (even though I always thought this and it never felt weird about it) but she had a really nice body. Slim waist, nice ass, and tits literally about as perfect as you can get without getting too big. There was maybe the slightest of tensions, but honestly it was not much at all, and was probably normal for two attractive siblings who are a year apart going through hormonal changes (or maybe this is abnormal?). Actually that reminds me of one thing that happened before this (I think). It probably was the previous year. Her and I were wrestling and she had me pinned on my stomach, face to the ground, and was laying on my back with her own back and she was facing upwards. She had my arms bent backwards, pulled directly up, so I genuinely couldn’t moved my body. But I could move my hands. I remember angling my hands inwards to try to move them to her chest so that I could cop a feel while pretending to be getting free. I’m not sure what this looked like from her perspective, or her reaction, but nothing happened. I remember being pinned and moving my hands about and wondering how the hell I was missing my aim, lol. I tried for at least 10-20 seconds, probably longer.

Anyway, to the pool story. I don’t remember how it started or who started it. But we were at a point where a good bit of her left nipple/areola was out of her bikini and I had the front of my trunks sagging so that an inch or two of my erect dick was visible, while the remaining shaft and head were still tucked. I wish I could remember how we got to that point. I think her nipple was out first. We were probably about 4 feet apart and neither of us was acknowledging what was going on, basically play dumb, but I remember my heart was beating and she had a really big smile going on and was also very into it (in retrospect).

I can’t recall exactly how we were playing it off, but I remember that I was jumping up and down in the pool a bit, making sure it was prominent and moving, and we each were dipping under (with goggles) the water and 100% could see the other person’s display. There must have been a point where we were each underwater, because I remember seeing her looking directly at my dick. Big smile on her face.

This is gonna sound stupid, but at the time I genuinely kind of was in denial that it was really happening, I’m not sure how. But i can tell you that I am sure that the ‘me’ in the story wasn’t 100% sure that her nip slip was on purpose OR that she was looking at my hard dick and enjoying it. Crazy in retrospect, but at the time I truly wasn’t sure. I had convinced myself that her smile could have been from enjoying whatever the hell we were playing off our jumping and dipping under the water as.

We did this for at least a few minutes. And throughout its entirety we both acted like we didn’t know what was going on. I don’t recall exactly how it ended. I remember it was late afternoon, so I’m sure our younger brother was inside his and I’s room (and had a window overlooking the pool) and that our dad would have been home soon, so it was never like anything would have happened right there in the pool. I do wonder if it had just been us two if that would have been different.

To be both vulgar and direct, I am sure that if I had known what I know now, that she knew her nipple was out and was enjoying looking at my dick, and tried to escalate, it would have escalated. If I had simply asked her if she would show me her tits, I’m pretty certain she would have, and likely would have let me touch them too. We prob would have snuck off to her room, which was downstairs from my brother and I’s room. Whether that day or the next. I am sure my dick would have came out too and maybe she would have touched it or given me head. We probably would not have done more than that at the time due to my brother being home and my dad being home soon, but who knows. But if it had escalated at all to the bedroom, I am confident that over a very short period of time, everything eventually would have went down.

By the next year or so, she began being dating and was quite promiscuous and was like that for the next many years. After that day, there is not a single instance I can’t recall where there was anything of sexual nature between us, but I definitely jerked off to the thought of her 50-100 times in my life. Never to the memory of the pool though, or to the immediate events of what could have happened if I had asked to go inside (that changes tonight).

From my perspective, I think it stems from my dumbass being unsure about if the events in the pool were intentional, combined with not even considering the fact that if I escalated, things could happen. I was quite obtuse, truly. Very obtuse. So I think it happened and I moved on by the next day without giving it much of a thought. Crazy. I was not a reflective person. And while I thought sexually of my sister from time to time after that, including jerking off to her, it never, not once, crossed my mind to ever try to initiate that of pursue it. It may have been pure disinterest in doing so (I genuinely don’t remember, it was 15 years ago) but I also know that my world was extremely rigid back then, so I think it was actually more so just the idea that you can’t actually have sex with your sister, that would be absolutely unheard of, therefore it never entered my mind that it could actually happen.

Looking back, and this is just speculation, but I am confident of it, I believe we could have had sex. Or maybe we would have touched each other a bit and then moved on. I’m happy with the way our relationship is now, but we are both very easy going people and probably would have managed to have fun without there being much issues, who knows.

Anyway, I haven’t thought much about that event until this week, and I found myself wishing that I could go back to that moment in the pool and ask her if she would show me her tits/touch them. Oh well, I guess I’ll just masturbate to the thought of it. And I’m sure it came across this way anyway, but this story is 100% true. I’ll answer questions for a bit if anyone is interested in asking.

Edit: fixed a slight typo and added one irrelevant detail for better context. Since I’ve posted this I’ve been sitting here wondering exactly what was going on in her mind at the time. Going back to what I talked about, I really did move on in a day with no retrospection. It really wasn’t until this week, and really when I posted this, that I am sitting here going “wow, my sister was flashing me one of her perfect tits while staring at my half-exposed, hard dick with the biggest smile on her face. That actually happened. In real life.” Glad I could share

https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/s/LlTTJq6rKL

This is an update to the above link.

Last night my wife, daughter and I had a lovely dinner together. I cooked her favorite pasta with a little garlic butter and grilled chicken. A simple thing she always loved.

My wife was in good spirits and decided she would like a bath so she went to our room to enjoy a soak.

My daughter stayed behind and we started to clear the table. We were just talking and laughing as we loaded the dishes to be washed.

Then with out a word, she dropped to her knees in the kitchen and pulled my jeans open and put my soft cock in her mouth. She just held it there. Her nose against my soft light brown pubic hair.

The only way I can describe what she was doing is to say it felt like she was trying to swallow it while still soft. Her tongue pressed up and pulled it in.

I freaked out a bit because it was so unexpected but when it started to grow in her mouth she started bobbing her head and sucking it like it was her after dinner treat.

I didn't last 30 seconds. I told her I was going to cum but she just swallowed it and let me.

She stood up with a smile on her face and kissed me on the cheek and walked away.

She didn't miss a drop.

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My 20 year old daughter just finished her second year if college and is staying home all summer.

She and I have always been close and having her back home makes me so happy.

She knows her mom and I have had a rough time over the last few years. We both love her but she has been dealing with changes that are hard on all of us. Still, we remain supportive and love her dearly.

My daughter and I have only grown closer and last summer we started something that is more loving than I ever could have imagined.

Up late one night after her mother had gone to bed we were watching TV. We were watching a movie called The Dreamers. If you've seen it you would understand. There is an implied relationship between a brother and sister and its a very sexy film.

We were cuddled up and I couldn't help but get hard. I tried to ignore it but it was really obvious. It was pointed down and pushing against my jeans. It was uncomfortable and it was not going away.

My daughter was laying with her head on my shoulder and giggled. She asked if I was ok and I said it was uncomfortable. She said "well, fix it"

At first I was a little embarrassed but I hadn't been touched by my wife in weeks. I was honestly just happy to have her even take notice.

So, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it up and let it rest. It felt so much better. She didn't really see anything just the outline under my boxer briefs but I left my pants open.

We went back to watching the movie and another sexy scene came on. This time my erection came back and the tip popped out of my underwear. She didn't say a word she just stuck her hand down my pants and gently stroked it. My heart was beating out of my chest...

"What are you doing?"

"Its ok daddy, I love you"

We just watched the movie. She was so gentle and sweet. I didn't cum that first time, the movie ended and we went to bed. I was so happy. I didn't need to cum, I just felt loved by the person I loved most in this world.

Over the summer, we slowly escalated things. We would intentionally look for movies with sex scenes. The Piano Teacher, The Thomas Crown Affair, what ever we could find.

Sometimes I fingered her, sometimes she stroked my cock. We both began to please each other to completion. Deep and loving kisses and wandering hands made us both feel even closer.

The last "movie night" we had I decided to go down on her. I had already tasted her on my fingers and I finally needed the whole thing. I was the first man to do that for her. She literally shook and trembled when she came. When she caught her breath, she pulled out my cock and impaled herself on it. I came in her instantly. Luckily I am snipped so I wasn't worried and neither was she.

We have been talking secretly on a chatting app all school year since. Sexting and sharing everything with each other. Now, she's home again and our first movie night is this Saturday.

Del 1: The First Time
I was 21 and my mom was 46. She still looked really good for her age — long dark hair, soft curves, and a full figure that came from years of being a mom. Dad had been gone for almost six years, and it had just been the two of us in the house. That Friday night we’d shared a couple bottles of wine while watching a movie. We were both a little tipsy, sitting close on the couch under a blanket.
At some point her hand rested on my leg. I was already half-hard from the closeness and the alcohol. She noticed and didn’t move her hand. After a long silence she whispered, “This is crazy… but I’ve been so lonely.”
One thing led to another. She asked quietly if she could touch me. I nodded, nervous as hell. When I pulled down my sweatpants my cock sprang out, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked slowly, almost like she was studying it. “You’re bigger than your father,” she said softly, sounding surprised.
She took off her robe and nightie. Her breasts were heavy and natural, her stomach soft, and her hips wide. She climbed onto my lap, trembling a little. We kissed awkwardly at first, then deeper. She reached down, lined me up, and slowly sank onto me. We both gasped. She was warm and wet, but it took a moment for her to adjust to my size.
She started moving, riding me gently. Her breathing got heavier. I held her hips and tried to match her rhythm, but I was so excited I didn’t last long. Maybe eight or nine minutes. I groaned and came hard inside her, pulsing again and again. She held me tight, kissing my neck as I finished. Afterwards we just sat there connected, breathing heavily. She stroked my hair and said, “We probably shouldn’t have done that… but it felt good.”

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Courtney got herself cleaned up in the shower while I went downstairs and started dinner.

And I do mean that I only started dinner. After Court got done in the shower, she quickly came down to the kitchen in a short nightshirt and short pajama pants and took over for me. Cooking was something she normally did when she was staying with me, just as sort of a "thank-you" for letting her stay with me.

I stepped aside and Courtney finished making the salad. While she was working, I sat at the counter. I picked up Courtney's phone and played the video that we had just finished making. The volume was up pretty high.

"Pretty cool video?" Courtney asked playfully while popping a frozen lasagna into the oven.

"Yeah it is," I said casually. "I think I know this girl," I added.

"Oh, yeah?" she said, and she walked around to my side of the counter so she could get a look. The video was very short, and it repeated each time it finished.

Courtney sighed. "Jeez, that's a lot of cum," she said. She was standing next to me watching the video on her phone which I held in front of me.

"Like you would know," I teased her and pinch-tickled her side real quick. She giggled and quickly recoiled.

"I DO know," she said. "I just hadn't seen a guy cum in person before." I reached out with my left arm, put my hand around her soft hip, and pulled her close to me. I was seated on a bar stool and she was standing next to me. I ran my hand up and down her left side over her shirt, appreciating the curves of her body.

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Courtney straightened out a few things in the kitchen, and we didn't have much to do until the lasagna finished. It was about 8 o'clock, and dinner wouldn't be ready until closer to 9. Not ideal to be starting dinner that late, but it wasn't that far out of line either - we usually ate at around 8 o'clock.

The rest of the night was a pretty uneventful uncle-niece evening. We ate dinner, watched a few more episodes of DragonBall Z, had some frozen fruit pies for dessert, and eventually we both went to bed.

Yeah, from then on it was a pretty gosh-darned normal evening for us. It could have been any evening from any time previously in our lives - except for the part about Dragonball Z. Courtney wasn't interested in DBZ until just a few months before all this started.

Except for one thing; when Courtney went to bed, she kissed me goodnight. It wasn't odd for us to kiss goodnight - for as long as I can remember we typically kissed briefly on the lips when we said any sort of goodbye - but this time, just like before, was not like all those other times. She lingered for several seconds, and her lips pressed firmly against mine, and I kissed her the same way in return. She broke away and I saw an unfamiliar type of longing in her beautiful eyes before she quickly turned around.

"Love you, Uncle Dave!" she called back to me as she hopped up the stairs to her bedroom. Errr, "my guest bedroom," I should say. I just wished that it was her bedroom. I still wish that, but I used to wish that too.

"Love you," I replied in a voice low enough that I was not sure if she heard me.

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After Court went to bed, I plopped back down on the living room couch.

I reflected for a few minutes on everything that had happened that day. It was hard to believe. I had jacked off and ejaculated on my niece's face. Not once, but three times. Granted, the second time was into her mouth (which is technically still part of her face), and the third time she did most of the jacking for me.

Had she really enjoyed all of this? I found myself getting very excited and almost giddy at the realization that she must have been having just as much fun as I was, even as I was cumming on her face. I remembered how she smiled as my semen accumulated on and dripped down her cheeks.

I can only remember one time when another girl told me to cum on her face before. This one previous girlfriend of mine asked me to do it once, years ago. She thought she was going to like it, but she obviously hated it, and she never asked me to do it again. I remember she had flinched after the first spurt, turned away, and most of it wound up in her hair. Disappointing, but I still had a great time blasting sperm into her hair.

That was nothing like how it was with Courtney. She smiled when I started cumming, and she held her face perfectly still as I finished. It was the same when she wanted me to cum in her mouth, too: no hesitation, just a seemingly genuine hunger for her Uncle Dave's sperm. And she didn't even mind if some got in her hair.

What a time to be alive.

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After five minutes or so of daydreaming I sat up from the couch and turned off the TV. It wasn't playing anything, it was just displaying the steady image of my computer desktop.

I tidied up a few random things in the living room and kitchen and headed up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom.

Before I reached my own room, I stopped at Courtney's door, which was closed, with light peeking out from underneath. She was still awake.

The pictures. The video. My sense of self-preservation kicked in. Not just for myself, but for the extensions of myself: Courtney, my brother, and the rest of my fucking family. Fuck.

That could wait until tomorrow. I knocked twice on Courtney's door; my signature knock. Courtney told me to come in. I stepped in and stood just inside the doorway.

"Hey, Baby. You need anything before bed?" I asked her. It was about the same thing I had asked her each night she had stayed over all throughout her life. Nothing had changed. Not really.

"No, I'm okay," she told me. "I really had fun with you today, Uncle Dave. I love you so much." Her face was red and smiling and unsure. She melted me.

"I love you too, baby. You can keep them for tonight, but tomorrow we gotta delete those photos and stuff, okay?"

"Oh-kay..." Courtney pouted. "But I can keep em tonight?" she asked me.

"Yeah, Babe, just tonight. So you better get your fill of them tonight," I told her. I knew she could back them up somewhere. I knew she might just do that. But I was also fairly certain that she would keep them safe.

Whatever. I kissed my niece goodnight a second time, and I didn't want to disconnect my lips from her forehead. But I did, and then I went to bed myself.

I was at the mall with my 20 year old sister the other day as we were shopping for a family trip. We’ve always been super close with each other and spend a lot of time together as well. While we were there, we went into one of her favourite stores and she grabbed a handful of stuff. I went with her and was just going to sit on the chairs while she tried stuff on and give her my take on it. We noticed all the chairs were taken up and I was planning on heading back out but she surprisingly invited me to come into the change room with her. I was caught off guard at first but followed her in. She said I might as well come in and just sit in there if I didn’t mind.

My heart was already kind of racing and all the sudden she started taking off her jean shorts and was just standing there in a tiny pink thong. She put on a pair of shorts and asked what I thought. After that she went to slide her shirt off to try on a top and I couldn’t believe but she had no bra on and had her boobs completely out right in front of me. I was honestly so hard at this point and was doing everything in my power to hide my boner. She changed back and forth multiple times and I tried to play it call as much as I could.

The hottest part was she tried on a sundress at the very end and was seeing if she liked it. She asked if her underwear showed through it lots and I told her that they did. She slid off her panties underneath her dress right in front of me and asked if it looked better. She slid the dress off and was completely naked right in front of me before getting all dressed up again. I had never been that hard in my entire life before I have no idea if it was her just being super comfortable with me or if she was actually making a move.

I woke up early, still thinking about the night before and feeling a mix of guilt and horniness. Mom came into my room wearing just an old t-shirt that barely covered her ass. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a long moment.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted. “I kept thinking about you.”
She pulled the covers back and saw I was hard again. This time she was more confident. She took me in her mouth, sucking gently, getting me slick. Then she got on all fours and looked back at me. “Go slow at first,” she said.
I got behind her and pushed in. She was still a little swollen from the night before, but very wet. It felt even better than the first time. I held her hips and thrust steadily, listening to her soft moans. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. She reached back and touched herself while I fucked her. When she came, her legs shook and she buried her face in the pillow. I couldn’t hold back and came deep inside her again.
Afterwards we lay together. She rested her head on my chest and whispered, “This is dangerous… but I don’t want to stop.”

To answer some common questions I've been getting, we are both single, there's no one else in the house, and we both initiate the kisses.

So this morning I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and headed for my room to finish getting ready. My son came out of his room and was heading for the bathroom to take a shower. I grabbed him to give him a quick kiss, but we both just lingered there and started making out in the hallway. I put my arms around him, and forgot that I was wearing a towel, and it fell to the floor leaving me totally naked. It shocked me at first, and I apologized to him and reached down to pick it back up. He said he doesn't mind if I leave it off, which also shocked me at first, but I decided to leave it off anyway and started kissing him again. I should mention he had just gotten dome working out, and was just wearing gym shorts and no shirt, so when we started kissing again we wrapped our arms around each other and my naked body was pressed against his bare chest.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, then he said he really needed to take a shower. I realized that he got his workout sweat all over me and said I needed to take another shower too. I semi-jokingly asked if I could join him, and he said you wash my back, I'll wash yours, and I said it's a deal.

I got in the shower and turned the water on, he stepped in behind me. This was the first time I've seen his cock since he was young, it looked just like his dad's, which is quite impressive. I handed him the soap and my loofah and told him to wash my back. He did a good job, got everything from my shoulders to my butt and down to my feet. I grabbed his washcloth and did the same to him. Then again I half jokingly said you wash my front I'll wash yours, and he immediately turned around and started soaping up my boobs. He used the loofah on one and his bare hand on the other, but the loofah was starting to hurt so I told him to drop it and just use his hands. He seemed to really enjoy this, because he wasn't washing anything else on me lol. I used the washcloth to wash his chest, arms, and stomach while he was "cleaning" my boobs. I put some more soap on the washcloth and wrapped it around his cock, which was fully hard now. He moaned and started squeezing my boobs harder while I stroked him. It took less than a minute for him to cum all over my legs. He immediately let go of my boobs and I was worried that he was having regrets after cumming. I asked him if he's okay and he wrapped his arms around me, smiled and said that he's great, that this was amazing, and the last few days have been the best of his life. My heart melted, it meant so much to hear him say that. We held each other and stood under the water for probably 15 minutes making out some more.

We eventually got out, and I got dressed and went to work late. I checked in on him at lunch time to see how he's doing and if he had any regrets about what happened. He responded with a bunch of smiley faces and said we should shower together every morning. I guess he's still okay with all this lol.

My sister had teased me all night and not gotten me off. She liked to tease me, play with my dick only to watch me squirm. She liked watching it twitch and ooze precum while she sat on my face. Most times she'd enjoy watching me spray my load all over but this particular night she was in a mood and told me I'd have to wait and not to jerk off because she wanted a big load.

I heard mom come in from work early in the morning. Problem was my balls were so swollen and sore from my sister teasing me that I was getting worried for real. Thought I'd broken something and was genuinely worried and thought I might need to go to the hospital.

I summoned up the courage, and putting on loose pj bottoms I went to see her. I pushed the door open to find her in bed, a drink on the table and book in her hand. She was wearing a thin nightgown, I was surprised those tiny straps could contain her big tits. I didn't pay much attention as mom often walked around the house topless or even naked.

Mom I've got a problem I declared. She sat up in bed and asked what it was. Walking over I stood before her and told her I was embarrassed and that things were swollen down there and how I thought I might need to go to the hospital. She told me she was my mother and not to be embarrassed and show her.

I dropped my bottoms to the floor and heard her say oh my! My balls were so swollen there was barely any stretch left in my sack. Let me see she said as she lifted my soft dick with one hand while the other felt my sack. I flinched and she apologized and her touch grew softer.

As her fingers tickled my sack my cock began to grow in her other hand. In seconds I was fully hard. Oh my she uttered again staring at my dick. I have a large cut cock that I've been complimented on over the years. She said that they were full, my balls that is and needed to be drained.

I looked at her dumbfounded. Her fingers were tickling my balls now and she was now gripping my cock. She took a drink from the glass on the table and said we'll take care of it and I'll feel better. Grabbing the bottle of baby oil she used to remove her makeup she dribbled some on my cock.

Her hand moved slowly at first causing my mouth to open and my eyes to close. When she started to speed up I moaned and opened my eyes to see my mom jacking my cock her face inches away. I could feel my orgasm rising! Mom, mom, I said as my hips thrusted my cock into her hand.

That's it, give it to momma you'll feel better she said as her hand picked up speed. Then I started to cum! With my sisters teasing I'd built up quite a load. The first stream went right over my mom's head, the rest she directed at her tits! I shoot big loads, and far and as I was unloading on moms tits I heard another oh my escape her lips.

She continued to stroke me pulling all the cum from my cock. Feel better she asked. I told her I did and she told me I was a good boy and to get some sleep. I pulled my pj's up and looked down on her, my cum covering her chest and now running down her tits, her nightgown was soaked!

As I was leaving she said if I had any more problems to come see her and we'd figure it out. I closed the door and went to bed and started planning my next problem.

It was in 2006 during my winter break to see relatives in Europe.
I spent time seeing the sites, seeing grandparents and cousins/uncles/aunts who happened to all live within walking distance of each other which was convenient .
When you meet family for first time you either connect real well and go over often to hangout and others you put them on repeat list.
My cousin Georgia , was very much on my repeat list during day especially as many were working during day. we just clicked.
Best way to describe her , dirty blonde long hair , about 5 ft 11, 41 at time, glasses, lean, who didn't mind a smoke on occasion and sultry in many ways.
She was daughter of my eldest uncle, one of 9 siblings i was son of youngest.
They lived in an apartment like many others and i liked to visit, have coffee and make fun of each other. She would pass her time cleaning house, hanging with neighbours, looking after her two teenagers and shopping. Nothing spectacular.
Often I would go for breakfast
There was nothing to it initially , cramped kitchen making food wearing a long night shirt with her back to us that showed her skinny legs, upper part of her thighs and a couple times reaching for things revealing her silk underwear.
I found it a little confronting but everyone was comfortable and her husband joked that we had a guest once but she quipped " he is one of us" which was correct . Never got the sense they were on the same page but I didn't pay too much attention. He drove a truck and did silly hours. Something my cousin pointed out when he would often not come home until late.
One morning i went over expecting to find everyone there but everyone had left early , she offered to make me breakfast since she slept in and i said sure.
Once again in her night shirt she worked away around kitchen and i will admit with noones watching i did pay more attention to her body and took more than a glimpse.
She was quick to point out that she didn't look like other cousins and was in much better shape despite her odd cigarette, seeking my approval to her question which while uncomfortable i had no choice but to agree, in response she did this wiggle of her butt in laughter with back to me. Impure thoughts started to flood my brain.

We went shopping immediately after that and she was very what's the word "clingy". Hooked my arm while walking, putting her arm around my shoulder leaning while window shopping. Have to admit she smelled great.

Around coffee she would quip never to get married and to enjoy single life. She just enjoyed the attention of barista flirting with her, (one of many ) and i liked being around her and played to it. Simple. She was fun.

Later that week it had been number of days since out last catch up, got off the train and decided to pop in unannounced.

She was frantic cleaning up for upcoming event, stuff everywhere , looking stressed. She was freaking out as she was briefly seated in kitchen taking a break told her i would help her and mocked a playful karate chop massage on her shoulders to relax. It was anything i would even deem anything but my attempt of humour

" i could use more of that "

So i did it again , mockingly of course, lasted about 10 seconds before she said to quickly rub her shoulders as she was stressed. I did so for a good couple of minutes where she got quiet and let out a loud sigh at end. She got up to continue her chores her perky nipples beaming from her heavy metal t shirt (another thing we had in common) from as she stood up rolled her neck around her shoulders it was impossible to ignore . I couldn't help but stare as she continued her chores.

A week later having coffee at theirs , My cousins husband commented in her presence how good a masseuse i was and i got extremely paranoid and worried but he when he saw my face , he laughed it off as did she say " he was better than you" but she was a little flushed by conversation. Well "i am not doing that again " i thought. I made an excuse to skip dinner and didn't go back for close to a fortnight.

We had a broader Sunday lunch at my uncle's and all were invited including my Georgia . Out of everyone she looked kind of overdressed, she came over and joked they thought i went missing. She was saying all this sitting on a hightened kitchen stool , her legs slightly apart wearing this skirt , stockings going up to a point which i was pretending not to see from my position on couch. Between her painted toenails, hair done to one side, faint hint of upper thigh and underwear on occasion and biting her chain looking at me it was hard to ignore. I rubbed one out that night to her and couldn't care less.

A week later, i went there as agreed expecting my other cousin to be there for lunch and it was a little tense and she wasn't talkative due to some inheritance issue with her husband gone wrong, which she frequently referred to him in not positive terms as she felt he botched this situation and would've possibly led to buying a bigger place. She felt "stuck" in her words

she straddled the broad and comfortable arm rest of leather couch in her low key house dress as she lamented the issue , stressing again.

As I consoled her , slightly tapping her shoulder as s matter of empathy she asked for a massage to relieve her stress.

I started my massage and did my best not to stare down her loose fitting dress which revealed something more than i expected.
After a minute or two she got up to get us more wine and i could see imprint of a wet spot on the leather. It changed the dynamic in my mind , blood rushing to my many heads.

I started up again as requested
as she reaches over grabs my left hand to say thanks and taps it , holds it longer , i end up lower where i end grazing her upper chest, it decended further down , i get a good handful and she doesn't let go.

End up seated right behind her also straddling the couch arm holding onto her breast with a firm grip , kissing her neck , letting out a broken English " yes yes" for what seemed like an eternity , she is literally rubbing her hands on her thighs constantly. lift her dress up, grabs my right hand and guides it in the warmest spot you can imagine, i get even closer behind her, and throw her leg over mine opening up even more and lean her further back, she responded to my assertiveness in a remarkable way, asking me to enter her i begin to penetrate her to oblivion making her cum soon after. Georgia blurted out "again"
This time i hold back her arms gently and do it again albeit slowly allowing her to recover and catch her breath and do this for an extended period, going from fast to slow , playing with her clit , even giving her a taste of herself. Couch is soaked and she slides up and down and eventually cums and shakes in this gorgeous way which even after all this time is etched in my memory. Held her for a while which she requested while cooling down. Got up, gave me a long hug and agreed to leave it there.. but made it a point to say "for now"

While I went back another couple of times before I returned home someone was always around , it was a little weird pretending it was normal but topic was never brought up ever again .