A Incest Theme Stories Story Sandy is desperate. Her husband's deployed with the Air Force and her lover Tom hasn't been around in awhile. Her sons are the only males around her on a daily basis, and Sandy is very needy of intimate male attention.
My mother obviously didn't expect me to do such a bold thing. Her eyes widened instantly and she stared at me in surprise. My upper body was almost sticking to my mother's body. I pressed my penis with my right hand and pressed it hard on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, venting my desire happily. After a long time, I felt a sense of emptiness. My mother pushed me away, then quickly pulled out a tissue, frowned, and wiped the semen on her legs in stockings with a look of disgust. After t
After a brutal ambush, King Aric reclaims his violated daughter in a feral breeding frenzy. Obsessed with preserving the bloodline, he breeds her nonstop; litters of heirs follow. When war allows, he invades the guilty kingdom, forcing the rapist knights to breed their own kin in public cages. Generations loop inward in a perfect purple singularity. Years later: a heritage site, a carnival of continuity, a gift shop selling glowing rune and a wizard that keeps on observing (and more).
As I look back on it; the day I raped my mother for the first time, all those years ago, she got exactly what she deserved. Boy is infatuated with his mom's nyloned legs. He waits his chance and then fucks her against her will.
An everyman in a retail job discovers by accident that he has strange, supernatural powers that give him control over the actions of others. Well, power corrupts, doesn't it?
My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.
Emma Wilson had built an empire on the unshakeable foundation of her own desirability. She was a goddess, and every man was a willing worshipper. But one person challenged her, Noah her fat, ugly, worthless son, the boy she cast aside