Every Summer for our mom's birthday, my twin sister Nichole and I go into town to find a gift to get her from both of us.

The summer after we graduated high school, we found ourselves at Barnes and Noble in the afternoon the day before Mom's birthday. It was a family tradition not to get things done very long before the deadline. Nichole and I had both turned eighteen a few months earlier.

"Is Mom still into those self-help books?" I asked Nichole absently. She shrugged and we wandered over to another section. Mom was an avid reader, so bookstores were usually a good bet.

We wandered slowly through the store, not seeing anything that really caught our eye. Eventually we wound up at the magazine rack at the back of the store.

"Oh, God. Shit," I heard my sister hiss under her breath suddenly. I saw her look over at some guy and then she pressed her body up against mine. And when I say that, I mean she *really* pressed against me in a way she had never done before.

"There's this guy... continue reading

My mom was the eldest of five. Jill (that’s Mom), Uncle Ian, Aunt Annie, Uncle Nick and Aunt Theresa. The cousins and I used the acronym JIANT to remember the order, and we’d always sound it out at family reunions and holidays, our aunts and uncles gamely standing up or pointing to themselves when their letter was called.

“It’s a good thing Mom and Dad had their little accident,” Mom used to say, cruelly, about her sister Theresa, who came unexpectedly when Mom was 10. “You kids would never remember JIAN.”

As the years rolled by, family holidays became fewer and fewer. Kids grew up, had their own schedules. But Christmas was always at grandma’s house. Every year, we’d all descend on the ancestral Nelson family home, getting together with our aunts and uncles and cousins to exchange gifts, play games and watch Home Alone movies.

One year, I noticed someone was missing.

“Mom,” I asked. “Where’s Aunt Theresa?”

“Not coming,” she said. “I think the holidays are hard for her, Tommy.”... continue reading

The beach was crowded. On this day, as luck would have it, the sun was merciless, forcing my friend and I to bury ourselves in the sand to avoid direct sunlight on our tender, youthful bodies. Vova and I were inseparable, so wherever he went, I went too. It was the same this time. Having suggested we take a stroll to the beach, I agreed without hesitation to what I considered a rash and ill-timed excursion. But there was no time to whine about it, as I was intrigued by the girls in bathing suits who seemed drawn to stroll by our lounge chair. I was certainly happy with the situation, but I wanted more. And I wanted instant, uncontrollable sex with these long-legged, busty furies. But this remained just an unrealizable fantasy, considerably overheated by the hot, parching sun. Having stopped dreaming of the impossible, I turned my attention to the next group of girls walking along the sand, deftly twisting their buns, inflaming in me the desire to make full use of their asses. "G... continue reading

I was sitting on the couch with my wife at around 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. I worked from home and would usually "clock out" around 4 on Fridays. I was flipping through the options on Netflix while my lovely wife, Cassandra, was reading a book on the couch next to me.

"Hey, babe!" I called out to our daughter, Brittany, a moment after we heard her come in through the front door and set her bags down on the floor.

"Heyyy," she called out weakly in her usual awkward teenagerly way as she walked over to the living room where her mother and I were hanging out.

"How was school, honey?" Cassandra asked, setting her book down over her thigh.

"It was all right. Hey, can I ask you guys something?" Britt looked at us doubtfully.

"Anything, babe," I said absently, still flipping through options on Netflix.

"What's a... cumslut?" Brittany asked awkwardly.

I felt my wife grab my thigh. She had a funny look on her face, one eyebrow raised. I probably looked about the same.

"Hon," Cassandra... continue reading

For all of our lives, my sister and I were homeschooled by our mom.

We live in a rural area, just me, my mom, and my twin sister Julia. My name's Robert. Not Robert California, not Robert New York, just Robert.

Mom and Dad got divorced so long ago that I can't even remember when it happened, and Dad had gradually faded from our lives. Our parents had split their seemingly vast fortune, which left our mom with more than enough resources to spend the majority of her time being our teacher. She was really into it; she developed lesson plans, decorated the classroom for holidays, gave reading assignments, the whole shebang. She had even found a couple of those combination chair-desks, complete with the little metal basket under the chair.

It's not that there wasn't a public school system that we could have attended, but Mom had gone there when she had grown up, and she didn't want to send us there.

"I don't want you guys to go through what I went through at the schools around here. It'... continue reading

My stepmom made me to have sex with her in front of her friends

Yeah ik this sounds like a fantasy and fake being written by a teenager and I again don’t blame you for thinking this is fake. This had only happened once and her friends are nice to me so I didn’t really mind this. My stepmom’s friends were over for their book club and were drinking wine. What I’ve learned from going through my stepmoms book collection is that some woman have very fucked up book selections. Anyways I was chilling in my room kinda waiting for her friends to leave cuz my stepmom promised to fuck me when they left. She called me downstairs and Selena Sarah and Pam are my stepmoms friends. Sarah asked me do you really have intercourse with your stepmother to satisfy her.

I looked at my stepmom and she said it’s ok I told them they don’t believe me. I said yeah. Pam said I won’t believe it till I see it. My stepmom looked at them and said we can have sex in front of you and you can keep ur shirt on if you wa... continue reading

Artyom stepped off the commuter train with a heavy backpack over his shoulders and immediately felt the hot July air envelop his skin. The station was almost empty, just an old woman with baskets and a couple of local kids on bikes. He texted Aunt Nika to let her know he'd arrived, and a minute later he saw her white SUV pulling into the parking lot. Veronika Sergeyevna stood by the open car door, wearing a light beige dress with thin straps. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, and she wore large sunglasses. She looked about thirty, at most, though Artyom knew for a fact she'd turned thirty-seven in January. She'd been divorced for three years, had no caravan, and lived alone in a large house outside the city, teaching yoga in two studios. "Well, hello there, nephew!" She smiled broadly, stepped forward, and hugged him so tightly that he felt her chest spring against him. Her scent was light, citrusy, with a hint of spice. The hug lasted a couple of second... continue reading

After my eighteenth birthday, my older sister, Nathalia, wanted to help me experience the world as an adult. She thought it’d be fun to go on an adventure, so she decided to take me on a skiing trip to Aspen.

By the time we landed at Aspen/Pitkin County Airport, it was late in the evening. The airport was small but efficient, and after grabbing our luggage, Nathalia picked up the rental car.

Nathalia was three years older than me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She had piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and smooth lips, the kind of looks she’d inherited from our mother. She wore leggings and a snug sweater that clung to her curves.

The drive to the cabin was quiet at first, but I couldn’t stop looking out the window. The mountains were nothing like I had ever seen before, towering peaks dusted in white, stretching endlessly beneath a dark sky. Moonlight reflected off the snow, making everything glow with an almost unreal brightness. Pines lined the wi... continue reading

Me and this guy had been dating for quite awhile and though we were comfortable with each other already and the sex was phenomenal, it was approaching the point of the relationship where I like to divulge and inquire about our deeper kinks and fetishes. Like most guys, I could tell immediately that he was holding back. "I'm already satisfied.... I like rough sex.... threesome...." Basically all the stuff every girl already knows that guys want.

I kept prying. I figured if I shared some of my kinkier desires then maybe it would open him up more. I went all the way and shared my interest in CNC (I hadn't yet gotten to explore CNC at this point in my life). He was intrigued for sure, but I did let him get off easy by just saying he shared the same kink. He was still hesitant so I decided there was an easier way of doing this. I asked if he'd be willing to watch porn with me and he agreed immediately. I cozied up on the couch while he went to get his iPad. I took it from him and went to... continue reading

Jack Miller spent a week stalking the neighborhood. He chose a target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the ground floor of the quiet house. He quietly crept into the dark room, turned on a small flashlight, and looked around, removing an old pillowcase from under his jacket. He quickly went to the sideboard, found a box of expensive antique silverware, and dumped it all into the bag. Also inside was a beautiful silver tea set and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars. Not bad for a couple of minutes' work, he thought, heading for the exit the same way he'd entered—through Rachel's window. Suddenly, the light flashed and a man's voice rang out! "Who's there?" the man shouted. Jack froze, looked over his shoulder, and saw a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. - Hey! What are you doing here?! Turning to face him, Jack put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sh... continue reading

If you think you might have already read this story, you might have. I didn’t steal it. It got deleted by the mods of the subreddit I originally posted it in, so I’m reposting it here.

My parents divorced when I was 15. And contrary to common practice in the 90s, my father got primary custody of me and my brother. We lived with him through the school year, and spent summers with mom.

The last summer I spent with her was after I graduated high school. I was 18, and almost didn’t go, but my little brother begged me to spend one last summer with him, and I couldn’t tell him no.

About three weeks into the visit, I was going stir crazy. I didn’t have my car, so we were stuck at “home” when her and Ryan, our stepdad, were at work. We were bored to tears, and I was also losing my mind from pent up sexual frustration.

I had a girlfriend back home, and I’d gone from having sex with her 3 to 4 times a week, to nothing for three weeks. I was so horny I was jacking off a couple times a da... continue reading

I stretched out my arms and legs as I slowly opened my eyes, realizing I was back in my old bedroom. Now that it was summer, I was staying with my family: my little sister and my mom. I’d missed them both and needed a serious break from college life.

My little sister, Hailey, was nineteen years old and a gymnast. She used to compete when she was younger, but that stopped once her breasts started to develop, which made her self-conscious. Big boobs were usually an asset, but not if you were serious about sports.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and noticed a new message. Lazily, I rubbed my eyes and unlocked the phone. Then my eyes widened. I’d received a nude photo of someone incredibly attractive. I’d never seen such an athletic, toned body, yet the breasts, though round and full, still looked completely natural on her. She was standing in a bathroom with her legs crossed, so I couldn’t see her peach but plenty of thighs. I hardened in an instant, pitching a giant tent in th... continue reading

I am amazed at how much incest exists. All kinds. I am a straight guy, not especially handsome, average, average build, average cock, I'd say a bit longer than some, but not really thick. Nothing special. But over the years, somehow, I have run in to quite a few families that had fun together, or, one member who allowed sex with a sister, or even mother. Seemingly straight girls, who, when circumstances occurred, did things I never thought they would do. I admit, in my youth, I was naive about such things, I thought my circumstances were quite the rare thing. Boy was I wrong. My mom taught me about incest, let's start there, before I get to...not getting college age daughter's pregnant.

I was lucky enough to be brought up by a great mother, who became a single mom when I was just getting interested in girls. Let me be clear, we, she, did nothing, until I was college age, past my 18th birthday.

Up to that time, yes, I had lived with her, we weren't shy, all kids are naked... continue reading

My gf Diane was 20. her sister, Linda, was 18, I was 22,m, in college. I had no idea Diane, and her sister fooled around. In bed one day, upstairs, at the mom's house, she told me her sister wanted to fuck me, that led to a very hot session. A week later, her sister simply walked in on us. Told us that she and their mom knew we were fucking, told her sister to show her my cock. Didn't ask, told her. Diane told her fuck you but pulled the sheet off my hard cock. I'm not huge, more like long, not thick. Linda told her she was going to suck it. I just stfu, as Linda gently grabbed it, began to stroke me. They kissed. Then Linda kissed me, a wet one. Diane fondled her sister's breast, as Linda stroked me. Linda told us their mom was listening. They laughed. Linda touched my balls, I moaned, loud. Linda told me you cum on Diane' s boobs, no problem, but some went on my gf's face. Linda kissed her sister and licked my cum off her sister. Diane called her a showoff , they laughed. Lind... continue reading

In the middle of the night, I walked home with my hands in my pockets. I had just faced another rejection, another night where I’d gotten cock-blocked. I sighed, wondering if this curse would ever lift. It was the second time it had happened, and it hurt, especially since I’d been so close to tasting my girlfriend’s sweetness.

I couldn’t understand why some guys thought having a big dick was something to be proud of. I’d learned it was quite the opposite after my first girlfriend, Alice, flat-out rejected me. “I can’t even curl my fingers around it,” she’d said in disbelief.

I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. I was really into coding, and if it hadn’t been for my mom, I probably wouldn’t have left my bedroom at all. She was always nagging me to go outside and find a girl. She was proud of my good grades, but she kept telling me that having fun was important too.

I walked up to my home. Since it was currently night, I tried to be as discreet as possible. I lived... continue reading

I stood in the middle of the room, feeling completely naked, even though I was wearing simple black shorts and a T-shirt. My stepmother's command rang in my ears: "Wait. And behave yourself." Svetlana, my stepmother, sat on the sofa like a queen on a throne. Her legs, tanned and well-groomed, were gracefully crossed. On her feet were open-toed sandals with sky-high heels, accentuating every curve. Her pedicure was perfect, a blood-red polish, like drops of fresh blood on marble. She sipped her martini, her eyes sliding over me coldly and appraisingly. The door opened, and she walked in. Svetlana's friend, Veronica. I'd seen her a couple of times—tall, with shoulder-length dark hair and a piercing, predatory gaze. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress, and on her feet were the same sky-high stilettos, black, with pointed toes. “Veronica, my dear, come in,” Svetlana said languidly, without moving from her place. Veronica looked me up and down, a slight, mockin... continue reading

Every year on New Year's Eve, my grandma hosts a family gathering at her place to celebrate. There's a lot of champagne and food, overall just a good time every year. I'm 18 so I wasn't drinkingThis year was a bit smaller, so it was just me, my parents, grandma, grandpa my 2 older cousins and my aunt. My aunt is the definition of a MILF, it's actually insane. I get a boner sometimes just thinking of her. I catch myself looking at her a lot, however I've never made a move since we're family and it was inappropriate, so for a while I've just fantasized. She has long blonde hair, and the biggest natural tits. Plus she's 25 years older then me.

The gathering had been going on for a while, and I was looking at my aunt a couple of times. Around 3 or so hours before midnight my family decided they were going to go get hammered at the bar. I was going to stay back because, obviously, I'm not old enough to drink. I thought I was going to be alone for a while but to my surprise, my aunt said sh... continue reading

First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ign... continue reading

First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ign... continue reading

So I work in construction and I'm getting older and my back isn't as sturdy as it was when I was in my twenties. Anyways lol last weekend I went to a cookout and my aunt's house and the whole family was there . I was just having a good time and enjoying conversations and reminiscing.

I was telling my cousin Alex that my back was hurting and I was planning on going to a therapist. My other cousin was there Tina and she was like oh cuz I do massage therapy with the needles and the rocks. My cousin Alex laughs and says sure you do superwoman and we just changed the subject about it.

The next day it was Sunday and my cousin Tina messaged me asking if I wanted the massage she was serious about it. I was like sure why not the worst could happen she screws up my back more smh.

So I go to her apartment it's already after 9 and I have work the next day so I'm actually considering not going but I go . I get there park my touch text her and she's like oh shit come up . I go upstairs she alre... continue reading