Chapter 1: A Few Words About Incest

It’s always seemed strange to me that the same people I chat with on-line who have no problems with casual sex, cheating on their spouse, threesomes (or more), even perverted stuff like sex with young kids and animals, also seem to think that I’m the perverted or twisted one simply because I enjoy sex with my parents. It’s frustrating to me because so far as I’m concerned incest is no different than many other things in life. Handled properly incest can lead to truly wonderful and loving relationships. Unfortunately there are cruel and perverted people who use incest to rationalize their own selfish desires at the expense of their children’s well-being. To be clear, I would NEVER advocate child abuse of any kind, including pre-teen sex or ANY form of non-consensual sex.

Most people seem to associate incest with molesting young children which is clearly wrong since at young ages the concept of consent doesn’t even exist. But if a person enjoys sex, why does the mere fact that they share DNA with someone disqualify that relationship? Hopefully this article will show a different side of incest and help people to realize how wonderful incest can be - under the right circumstances.

The first time I had sex was when I was fourteen with the sixteen year-old brother of one of my best friends. Since then I’ve remained sexually active, to put it mildly. While I don’t mean to say that I’ve slept with EVERY guy in school, most of my relationships seem to lead to sex to some degree or another, anything from playful petting to all-out fucking. That said, most of the time I’d say my sexual activities are on the tame side. Most guys know that if they’re nice to me at all then they’re pretty much assured of going home with a BJ on a first date. If things work out well enough warrant a second date, I like letting them watch me masturbate. When it comes to actual sex though, I’m a lot more picky. It’s not that I’m worried about getting pregnant or anything like that (my mom put me on the pill when I started having sex). For me it’s a fine line between being known as the class slut versus a whore.

My parents have always been aware of my sexual activities as I’ve always shared everything with them, especially my mother. My mom has always been extremely supportive of me, such as making sure I was on birth control from the start. While my parents never approached me directly in a sexual way when I was younger, they were always very open about sex in general with me. For example, nudity was not considered something to be ashamed of and it wasn’t unusual for all of us to be in the hot tub together naked. Looking back, I think that while my mom and dad were open about sex, it wasn’t like it was something kinky or perverted. Indeed, they emphasized to me that sex was something to be respected and to be held responsible for. For instance, my parents taught me the difference between pornography and erotic art, between being sensual and vulgar, between making love and fucking. In other words, keeping sex fun without crossing the line into perversion.