Hey Y’all,First off an apology for not writing anything for so long. The passing of my husband has had much more of an effect on me than I’ve realized and I’ve had to deal with a log of emotional recovery as I ease into life without him.I’m still in Vegas, well Henderson to be exact

It was the middle of the night. It was dark, and I couldn’t sleep. And my doo-dad was hard again. If I kept jerking off every couple of hours, I was surely going to wear the skin off of it. The image of Aunt Faye’s face, splattered with cum, staring up at me, danced in

The emotional burden from the original trauma, months of nightmares, reliving every horrendous second of her ordeal, while keeping the truth about how she obtained her husband’s freedom from him, had taken a greater toll on Lisa than she had realised. When ‘the man’ suddenly reappeared, it practically crushed Lisa, and her nightmares returned with

This is a work of fiction. No condoms. Its more funMy sister Sukriti recently married and was living with her husband. She had imagined that after marrying she would get fucked on a regular basis and her chooth would be full of cum. But her husband whilst having a hard cock was not much interested

This story focuses on the theme of incest. If this doesn’t interest you, please do not read further. Thanks for your time.Mama lay naked under Vincent’s thin athletic body as he thrust into her over and over with his huge cock. She liked to look into her son’s eyes when he fucked her but he

A note about this story: As with previous stories in the series Isabella Plays, there is both weirdly wholesome and romantic (yet perverted) incest AND fairly severe spanking in this story. If you do not want to read stories where parents are both fucking and spanking their adult daughter, please be warned!And as always everything

It had been a week since that night. I keep replaying the events. How my mom’s soft mouth slid back and forth over my dick. How it brushed over every ridge and every vein in my dick. The moment when my balls tightened and I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. My

Writers Notes: This is my first ever submission. This story is purely fictitious. As a lesbian I try to be creative with some desires I have heard, some role-playing ideas, etc. I am not the strongest writer yet but I’m getting there. This story was written in one day solely from memory so if some

I decided to stay in bed for a little while to take in what had just happened. I finally managed to fuck my mom. I couldn’t believe it! I needed to remain composed as this situation took a completely different path than I thought it would. The issue was that dad had seen us, but

It had been six months since my dad and I had first crossed that ‘invisible line’, that hidden, covert line of incestuous desire and hunger, that line once crossed there’s no going back from. It’s a bell once rung that can never be truly silenced. We both crossed it knowingly, willingly and without hesitation.Neither at

All characters 18+, Part 4Cathy’s family piled through the door, her husband Tom, daughter Kristin, sons Walker and Jake, and Tom’s parents, Jane and Sam.Tom said in his deadpan humor way to Cathy, “Well, I see you’ve met the neighbors.”Sue was stunned and embarrassed and kind of curled up in her chair.Dan, his penis still

This story is pure fiction. It involves sexual encounters between family members – if that’s not your thing, please find a different story!—————————————-I was living back home after college with my mother, Elaine. She’d been alone since she kicked my father out of the house for his incessant drinking that had almost cost us the

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!Chapter 13The sound of heavy, rhythmic breathing filled Noah’s ears. He opened his eyes a crack. Faint morning light greeted him. He took a few seconds to orient himself, listening to the huffing sound. It was clearly a woman. It sounded like she was

It was around 5:45pm, as I returned home from the office, being a Friday afternoon, I decided to leave early so I could some time with my sister Tammy. I arrived home, and taking off my jacket as I walked up to the front door, I paused only to set my briefcase down, while I

Copyright © February 2018 by CiaoSteveCiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work.This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.This is a work of fiction. The events

I am an older man who rode the short yellow bus being Dyslexic with a speech impediment. My Grammarly has helped a great deal as have the editors who have helped. Everyone is over 18.Betty with a capital B.Wow, what fun at the Christmas party, it did not turn out quite like I had planned

Forty-seven-year-old father, Joseph, sleeps with his 25-year-old daughter, Victoria.Author’s Note:This custom, personalized story was specifically written for Joseph.Unfortunately, as Literotica no longer accepts true, incest stories, alas, this story is a work of fiction.Nevertheless, that this story is untrue, this story shows what 47-year-old Joseph imagined when masturbating himself and sexually fantasized about imagining his

My entire extended family hunt and fish. I got my first buck at age thirteen. My father bought me a Winchester Model 70 Classic Featherweight 30-06 for my birthday that year and taught me how to shoot and hunt. My Uncle Danny taught me how to fish, and a few other important things in life.Uncle

Ronnie and Her Children Chapter 4This story contains incest themes between consenting adults as well as some DOM/sub themes. If that bothers you, please choose another type of story.My name is Ronnie and I am 38 years young, I have two children in their early twenties. Yes, I had them early in life. Maybe someday

“Girls, I do have a question about my love life,” I said at the table as we tucked into dinner, “Lisa is still…””Oh god, poor Lisa!” Kim exclaimed, “Danny, are you still talking to her? Please tell me you didn’t just cut contact once you left high school.””We message each other quite often, and we