Incest Stories

Watching her son, Max, grow up, Max has problems with his mother's work as a porn star. How does Ava resolve this?

Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother's passing. The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so I've pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentine's Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the world - my mom.

"Shush or he'll hear you," I heard my sister voice through the thin wall dividing our bedrooms.
As you can imagine I was all ears and moved closer to the wall to hear better.
"I don't care if he does hear," said Wendy that's my sister's friend.
She was here for a sleep over.
"Well I think he's cute," she said but in a whisper so I couldn't be sure I heard her right.

Siddu was an A1 pervert. However, never in his wildest dream did he expect him to be a product of his mother. When he caught his mother masturbating to hot pop songs, it was the opening he needed to slip into her panties. What follows is a slow patient effort by Siddu to turn his mother from an innocent naive housewife to a slave of porn and all things sex.

I've never even been in a recreational vehicle (RV) before so imagine being crammed inside one with my adulterous school administrator and his family so they could save money on a hotel. Thank goodness I had time run around the park on my own one day - stopping now and then for some fun.

A Girls Don't Need Modesty Story (3)
Part of the Girls Don't Need Modesty universe
Join me on a nostalgic trip back to 1977. A time when moms would stick a thermometer up your butt to find out what was wrong with you. Iris just told her mother that she's not feeling well - her mom doesn't believe a girl like Iris needs much modesty. A short (one-chapter) ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female) story about a girl and her thermometer. Illustrations influenced by a recent rewatch of Taxi Driver

I resisted my son but I could not resist what flowed from his loins. My husband tried to prevent my downfall but not his own.

My first story. Introduces characters that reappear in later stories.