(mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung) (38k)
(date posted: Friday, December 2, 2016)
I did puke, but the damn thing stayed inside of me. Arms wrapped around a porcelain rim, lungs breathing the stench of abdominal juices I had hurled until my gut was sore, I swore, no more. Let this alien, or whatever the fuck it was, have its prize. I gave up. My friends and colleagues consider me a strong willed person. Men of the stupid sort call me a bitch but always behind my back. My son, Jerry, respected me from the moment I released him from my womb. He didn't cry at birth. I didn't fuss over him. I held him and whispered his name, and he started breathing. His respect continued well after his thirteenth birthday, until I decided to lose a little weight. I want to blame his older sister, who's been the real bitch in our family since she bit into my nipples the first time and every time I fed her, except she was as much a victim as I.
Son for a Time
(F/m, coerc, mast) (17k)
(date posted: Saturday, May 3, 2003)
Jackie Sellers came to the conclusion that her son was growing an interest in sex one afternoon as she drove him to the library. It was the middle of summer and she was wearing light clothes, a loose mini-skirt and a tank top. He was telling her about new storybooks he wanted to borrow, when they drove over a bump and one of her titties jumped out her clothes. Daryl stopped in mid-sentence, and his jaw froze in an open position. "Oh my!" Jackie pulled over to the side of the road and swiftly tucked her large breast back into her top. She usually wore bras, but it was just too hot this day. She didn't really want to peek at her son, but curiosity overcame her embarrassment. Daryl had his hand carefully covering his lap. In an instant, Jackie knew that he was just as embarrassed about his body. He was trying to hide his boner. His small face lit up red.
Son Don't Sow What Came Over Me
(mF, inc, cuck, reluct, mast, cum, impregnation, sub,cheat, nc) (54k)
(date posted: Thursday, April 10, 2014)
I resisted my son, but I could not resist what flowed from his loins My husband tried to protect me but not his own downfall.
(M/g, M/b, cons, reluct, sex-lite) (10k)
(date posted: Saturday, May 12, 2012)
I fondled and fornicated, leaving at worst, the slightest of bruises in the most understandable places. Got twenty years and daily poundings for it. I paid. The shit-storm said I never would pay, but the U.S. Supreme Court eventually capitulated, on one tiny issue.We had nowhere to live. Laws from city to nation restricted our residences so severely, we were given the same 1st Americans were given, a trail of tears. After the ruling, similar reservations were set aside. I was dumped in Pedretti Park. It sucked, but prison was worse. Three committed suicide. If only they had kept a shred of hope, in this place that became a beacon of it. Not one year passed before the next stage of our plight began, and it was wonderful.
Mom Fell Down
(F/dog incest) (11k)
(date posted: Thursday, January 23, 2003)
Twelve year old Clem discovered Frank's library of dirty books long ago. Only in the last two years had he actively used them. Susan knew her boy jacked off twice a day on average. Tissues in his wastebasket, spots on his sheets and underwear, all told of a powerful sexuality brewing in her oldest child. For the last three weeks, she had 'discovered' him pulling on his cock in various rooms in the house, too obviously timed with her daily schedule. The boy would go into the next room listed on the cleaning roster magneted to the refrigerator, and he would drop his pants and begin to pump his prick just in time for her to 'surprise' him.
Make an Honest Mom
(m/F inc mom son) (36k)
(date posted: Saturday, December 14, 2002)
Melanie Wells kissed her nine year old son on the cheek and patted his rump.
Fold, Spindle, and Mommy Rape
(date posted: Saturday, August 16, 2003)
Am I totally off the mark here, or should a mother not be exceedingly cross at her child when he rapes her? I've tried to find the answer from books, support groups, or anyone having a reasonable pedigree, but the topic quickly chills psychologists and social workers alike when I ask them. Nobody seems to be talking about this! It's almost as if other mothers all over America don't have to deal with their son raping them on a regular basis. Right, and panda bears are less cute than koalas. Well, this mother has had it up to her ovaries with incestuous sperm and is determined to put an end to the silence about this national tragedy! I was so looking forward to having children and loving them and raising them to live successful, happy lives. My dreams, beginning before high school, were very precise on the matter. I would marry a handsome building contractor, spend a few years just for ourselves, but not too many, creating the perfect home and being the perfect husband and wife. Then after much careful planning and yes, education, we'd have two children, first a son for him, and then a daughter for me. Our boy would become a great sousaphonist, and my little girl would grow up to fight for noble causes like abandoned pets and corruption at the horse track.
Carol Of The Belles
(Fm, Ff, incest, mom, son, daughter, mast) (12k)
(date posted: Wednesday, May 14, 2008)
She stepped quickly to the washtub, without a thought and sank down on her knees in front of her boy and girl. "It's okay." She touched their foreheads. They were cold. The water had wrinkled their skin and they were shivering. "Oh, my poor dears." She gently clutched Tammy and lifted her. The cold, wet child warmed against her bare flesh. She held her for a second and sat her on the one blanket they had. Then she carried Ernest there too. She grabbed the edges of the blanket and wrapped them in it and her arms. Carol held them for a long time, each of them weeping softly. At some point, she heard a bottle drop to the floor in the other room and Mack sinking into the ratty cot he slept in. He had an old rug for a blanket, and she could see one corner of it teeter as his deep breathing disturbed it. She sighed. It was over, once more. She felt a chill at her back. Her attention jerked into
Can't See Mom for All the Boys
(incest, mom, son, Fbbb) (15k)
(date posted: Saturday, June 26, 2010)
Hot water and oatmeal soap washed out the worst of days. It had been a good day, but Gloria loved to pamper herself. She prayed her husband wouldn't work too late and still had the energy to pamper her further. She was tired of curling up to his sleeping figure and rubbing her own pussy for an orgasm. Having cleaned herself thoroughly, she primped for allure in the bathroom mirror. Most of the shower steam had been sucked out by the fan, and the mirror offered a tantalizing view. Any man with a healthy appetite for sex would have drooled over her shapely, naked figure. The face peeking through the bathroom window would have dropped its jaw if it hadn't been upside down. Gloria suddenly caught sight of two eyes gaping out of the mirror's reflection. She turned around just in time to watch her son fall straight down, head first.
Brush Men: Door to Door
(date posted: Thursday, August 21, 2008)
Mary giggled delightedly from her room while I neatly groomed the bonsai redwood in our kitchen atrium. I could say we were both playing house, but her doll house was an elegant, victorian replica. Whereas our tired, old three bedroom, seventies tract home sat within earshot of the monthly gun battles for gang turf, pimp streets, and junky parks. We lived just on THIS side of 'the tracks'. I didn't play house. I maintained it, like social service workers maintaining heroin addicts with methadone. The house would never amount to much. I had much greater hopes for Mary. My little nine year old, how swiftly nine years has seen Mary blossom, her golden blond hair and dusky brown eyes highlight the softest, pink skin of her perfect face. She is an adorable little girl with promising pudges of baby fat where her hips and breasts will eventually develop. Her giggle is a sweet piccolo of innocence and charm. Even the rare, but occasionally necessary act of correction, hurts me to inflict it. I would never physically punish my child, but I fear time outs and attended penance injure me as if I had taken a switch to my beautiful child. Her father, a good provider who is not an overly affectionate husband, rarely corrects our daughter. His bringing the bacon home is an iron clad excuse to miss her experimental rebellions. However, I suspect, while in his strong presence, Mary finds little need to misbehave. I am the weak one of the family. Take for example, unwanted solicitors. They annoy me as much as they do everyone else, and I have no difficulty shooing them from my door. Yet in just a few seconds, I would find myself in a most peculiar dilemma regarding one particular Brush Man.
A Visitor from Great Nicholas
(loli, nc, cons, rom, tentacle, Sci Fi, Saturnalia, bad poetry) (07k)
(date posted: Sunday, November 30, 2014)
After wiping her trickle, And pulling up her 'jams, Cindy rushed 'cross the yard, Pass her old, rusted pram. Giggling, she ran, Around the decorated tree, Looking high and low, And what did she see! Glistening more than ice, In the colors of rainbows, Stood a sad looking blob, With seven tendrils below. What toy could it be, Thought our bright heroine. Around the base of the blob, Seven eyes were staring.
All's Blonde in Love and Mother
(FM, Fm, mom, son, incest, reluc) (06k)
(date posted: Monday, May 4, 2009)
Have you heard the one about the dumb blonde? Have you ever met a dumb blonde? Now, what about the fakes? I mean peroxide hair girls and pretend airheads. Is the dumb blonde stereotype so powerful, some women find more advantage in acting stupid than impressing others with cleverness? Just how ridiculous does this get? I'll tell you.
Activist Teacher in Africa
(interracial, Fm, rape) (06k)
(date posted: Friday, March 25, 2016)
Clementine Francher stood with her back against the blackboard, wondering for the first time if she shouldn't have accepted the Foreign Teacher Corp's invite to the Sudan. "You misunderstand, Pavbi, I don't want to take my clothes off. I want you to put yours back on.
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