Incest Stories

Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.

Her words still in my head as I follow her up the stairs. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass. From left to right she wiggled it. I thought she was giving me a show. I could feel myself growing quickly. There was no hiding from her. Time to make my move. As reached the top of the stairs and unlocking the door, I took her advice and went for it. A firm slap on her ass, with such speed she turned around with a look of shock she realizes. I whisper, "Sometimes you just have to go for it".

Dominick stood under the spray of water, head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand worked furiously over his erect cock. Cassandra had never seen a penis before, let alone one so big and thick and veiny. Her eyes were glued to her father's pulsing shaft, watching in fascination as he stroked himself from base to tip. She knew she should look away, should flee the room and forget what she'd seen. But Cassandra couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd display.