Incest Cursed Cabin
Copyright© 2025 by Syntheticincest
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Powerful business man purchases an incest cursed cabin and becomes corrupted as he is on a business trip.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Mind Control BiSexual Heterosexual Paranormal Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter InLaws Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Squirting
Amy Crowley, 20, Max’s ex-girlfriend
Ben Crowley, 42, Dad
Ivy Summers, 18, goth daughter
Dan Summers, 42, Dad
Carmen 42, Mom
Twin
Max, 20, Son
Mason, 20, Son
Amy, 20, Max’s girlfriend
My name is Amy Crowley, Max’s former girlfriend. I drove over to Max’s house to pick him up and go to a Christian coffeehouse. I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror to check my light makeup. Max’s sister, Ivy, wears goth makeup. I wanted to attract a Christian man, but not look like a slut doing it. Funny how things change, isn’t it?
I knocked on the front double doors. No answer. I pressed the camera doorbell. I pressed my ear to the door and heard sharp cries and yells. I opened the door enough to hear loud obscenities and bodies slapping together.
I thought for several seconds someone was watching porn with the volume up. Then I realized it was Max and his family making the perverted noises. My mind became clouded with gray fog. This was impossible. This had to be fake porn, artificial intelligence. Did Max create this? Is this what he fantasized about?
I stepped inside the house. An overpowering, alluring perfume assailed my senses. My pussy lubricated and my nipples stiffened with arousal. I walked through the spacious house, hearing Max and his family in a family orgy! Their loud, perverse outbursts were like something out of a twisted incest porn video!
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Oooh! Fuck yeah!” Ivy squealed. “Goddam! I wanna feel like this for-fucking-everrr! FUCK!”
“You’re the fucking incest best, Ivy!” Mr. Summers yelled. “A goth cum dumpster daughter!”
“Oh, god! I’m fucking both my sons at the same fucking time! Fuck!” Mrs. Summers gasped. “I’m gonna cum sooo fucking hard! Oooh!”
“Fuck, Max!” Mason gasped. “Mom’s ass is tighter than her pussy!”
“I gotta cum in that hole next,” Max grunted.
The perfume, dirty talking, and slapping sounds burned in my brain and body. I peeked around the corner. They were going at it in front of the stairs! Ivy was riding up and down on her dad’s fat cock. Max was under his mother, fucking her pussy and playing with her tits. Mason was behind her, humping her ass.
My hand went under my summer dress. I rubbed my hyper-sensitive pussy through my soaked panties. I could not take my eyes off the wicked, perverse scene. My main focus was Ivy riding her dad’s cock. I wanted to fuck my father like that! I wanted to be in Ivy’s position with my dad driving up inside me, playing with my bouncing tits, and talking filthy!
I stripped off my summer dress and bra. I had to fuck Mr. Summers! It wasn’t Mr. Summers in my mind. It was my dad! I joined in the orgy desperate to have my cherry popped by a father! I yelled perverse obscenities with the others as I rode Mr. Summers’ fucking cock! Goddam! It felt sooo fucking good! I joined in yelling perverse obscenities, reveling in our wicked degeneracy!
When Mr. Summers’ first cumload sprayed inside me, I knew I was being transformed. With each intense stream of corrupting cum I knew I was being sterilized. My brain and body were drowning in pleasure! I fucking wanted it! Whatever the darkness had in store for me, I welcomed it!
I collapsed on top of Mr. Summers, panting and sobbing. Ivy welcomed me to the dark pleasure of incest. I stood up, Mr. Summers’, Dan’s, cumloads running down my thighs. “I have to go,” I panted, feeling something new living inside me. “I have to fuck my dad.”
“I’ll give you some perfume,” Ivy offered, looking up at me as she licked and sucked her dad’s slick cock.
“Thanks, but I don’t need it,” I said. I leaned over and tongue-kissed the freshman goth girl. I could taste the commingled fuck fluids. “We’re going to be very good friends.”
I looked around at the Summers family as if seeing them for the first time. Mrs. Summers with her son’s cocks buried inside her. Ivy sucked her dad’s cock. “See ya,” I said and left the area as they moaned and grunted goodbye.
I went into their guest bathroom and cleaned off the fuck fluids. I looked in the mirror, seeing that my blue eyes had changed to glowing amber. I felt tiny hot flashes as my nubile body changed on the inside. I dressed, knowing I had the power to seduce my beloved father into my dark incestuous hunger for him.
I pulled into the brick driveway and saw Dad’s work truck parked in the garage. He had his own construction company. I went inside the house he had designed and helped build before I was born. A drunk driver had killed my mother when I was so young that I had no conscious memory of her. He told me he had become a religious teetotaler after that. I felt a surge of love and lust flare inside me.
I went inside my house, my senses perceiving the beauty and homeiness like never before. I could hear the shower running in the master bath. I entered the master bedroom, inhaling the scent of his sweat and masculinity. His laptop was open on his bed, and I saw he had been perusing an online dating site.
No bitch is going to get their fucking claws in my Daddy! I strutted to my room and tossed my dress in the hamper. I freshened up and put on a strapless halter top and short jeans. I applied enough makeup on my face, highlighting my amber eyes. I did everything to complement my red hair, freckles, and porcelain skin. I wanted to seduce my dad, not scare him away! I could and would be his little daughter slut after I corrupted him. I would be his everything.
I ran my tongue across my teeth. I smiled. My canine teeth were more pronounced. I saw tiny holes at the sharp tips. I knew how I would make Daddy mine forever. He had taken care of me and given me a good life. Now I could and would take care of him and his needs.
I walked down the hall, licking my lips. I knocked on his closed bedroom door. My fingernails had grown enough to notice. “Daddy, can we talk?” I asked, my voice trembling with desire and need.
“In a sec,” he said.
I knew he was getting dressed. You won’t need clothes where I’m taking you, Daddy.
He opened his bedroom door. “What is it, princess?”
I drank in his masculine presence and scent. His blue eyes and full beard. His
stocky, powerful build. His biceps stretched the T-shirt fabric. His thick, curly red hair had begun to fade.
“You look nice,” he smiled. “You must be going out with Max.”
I’m only going out with you, Daddy. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” I said. His eyes shifted from mine as he looked at me and then to his laptop. I pretended not to know. “Are you thinking of dating again?” I asked, looking at the screen.
He looked so cute as he shrugged. I sat on the bed and looked at the screen. “You can do way better than this, Daddy,” I smiled. He sat next to me, his body weight shifted the bed, moving us closer. Almost. Almost...
He picked up his laptop and held it on his lap. “You’re a junior in college, Amy,” he sighed. “In a few years, you’ll get married and have kids.”
My mouth was over his before I was aware of it. Fluid spurted from my canine teeth into his open mouth. He pulled back, dropping the laptop.
“Amy! What on God’s earth made you do that?” he frowned and shook his head. A clear, gel-like substance clung to his lips. He licked it off, staring hard at me. “Amy ... what-what’s happening to me? Your eyes are glowing!”
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