Flower of the Face
Copyright© 2025 by Doran Sebastian
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Hardcore incest supernatural sex. No true boundaries.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale High Fantasy Horror Mystery Science Fiction Time Travel Paranormal Ghost Magic Demons Dolls Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Necrophilia Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Clergy Foot Fetish Teacher/Student Porn Theatre
In the forbidden fruit and nectar of his own mother’s womb, my old family friend Joshua fathered his own father, planting his fertile seed and crafting the fleshly chalice in which a soul returned victorious from seeming oblivion–the flower of the face, where earth meets sky and the light touches the edge of darkness.
Opening the unfolding chapters of this sexual bible, I profess a strange, twisted tale based on my friend Joshua’s private confession about a sexual encounter leading to his mother’s pregnancy when he was nearly out of high school. Only later did Joshua David, who now works as a visual graphic artist somewhere in the American Heartland, begin to understand some of the mysterious supernatural forces shaping this episode more than twenty years ago, not to mention how his intriguing and intelligent young adult son, who remains unnamed here, came to dwell among humankind.
Besides incestuous molestation, his entranced mother, named here Mary Joy, seduced Joshua for the purpose of helping resurrect her deceased former lover who had turned her away to become a Catholic priest. The incident took place after the priest’s, Father Doran’s, funeral following an untimely death.
Uncovering dark sexual magic and hidden secrets, my account of “Flower of the Face” seeks to capture the truth that my old family friend haltingly confided to me, baring his soul as he entrusted me as a professional writer to bring to life what he hopes one day will serve as a mental or psychological portal into what in fact lurks under reality’s surface. It is a cautionary tale of life, death, and love, and the thin line that binds or divides them all. Perhaps one day another artist inspired by this story would possess the confidence to make it into a graphic film.
Beyond the crude sexual ways of mere mortals, the story bears witness to the supernatural intersection with the ordinary, everyday world. Their bodies were transformed into altars and temples to a higher power that refashioned the forces of life and death into one. I almost shuddered between dread and arousal when writing down Joshua’s confession, making me wonder whether cold, hard fate dealt the cards for all who play the game of existence to the end. Feelings of desire, bewilderment, discovery, and at times terror have also accompanied Joshua to this very day whenever recalling the incarnation of incestuous coitus.