Do you think incest should be legalized?

Do you think incest should be legalized?
If so do you think it well be legal before 2030?

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1. Probably not.
2. No.

dumb

Well. That won't keep you from being in your mother. Or anyone else for that matter.

>If its two consenting adults then yes
>society needs to evolve and get rid of conservatard and religion nuts before that happens. Gay marriage was a big step.

This.

what if two 14 year old sister want to have sex?

I'm a straight male not interested in having sex with any relative but yes it should be legal. Gay marriage and incest doesn't affect me at all.

Underage people cannot give consent

No. The current law prevents interbreeding.

So underage sex doesn't exist?
Thats why the laws need to be changed.

Yes they can. The law in the U.S. just says that their consent doesn't count. That's why there's a difference between "child rape" and "statutory rape." Think about why those 2 separate terms were created. Also, Japan has an age of consent at 13. If you are 13+ in Japan, your consent "counts" and you can legally have fuck.

That's not up to me. Lol.

No, and no.

There are actually some very good reasons for banning incest. Number one is that breeding between close relatives hugely increases the chance of physical and mental defects. Second is it's really bad for families because of how it confuses emotions. There are more reasons, but those are the big ones.

Sorry, all of you guys lusting after your sisters or mothers, but you're never going to be legal.

If it's underage sex it's illegal anyway so who gives a shit?

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No
You degenerate fuck face teliat Dingle berry.
Even I'm fucked up in the head but I know incest is disgusting, especially now that there's so many people around the world.

Wait, it's illegal? OH SHIT brb

non-marital incest is legal in all US states so long as all parties are above the age of consent
marital incest is legal in most states so long as the spouses are above the age of consent and no closer related than 2nd cousins
1st cousin marital incest is legal in California with out conditions, and in about a dozen states so long as the spouses are too old to conceive (age varies by state)

Victimless crime as long as it's consensual you faggot.

And besides, in my opinion it's a whole new level of love and connection you can't reach with others. Not saying everyone should fuck their family, but if you have a connection with a sibling/parent/relative and you both consent there's no reason the state should have a say in it.

>but you're never going to be legal.
I'm sure that is what they used to say to two men marrying
>breeding between close relatives hugely increases the chance of physical and mental defects
That is why we need to invest more in Designer babies.

Unrelated to the question so sorry if you don't want to see this.

>Be me
>Around 2
>Parents friends die in a car crash
>Thankfully they'd just dropped their newborn daughter off with the babysitter so she survived
>Parents were their best friends so they were named godparents
>Her and my younger sister were the same age so they decided to just say they were twins and keep the truth a secret
>Time goes on
>I'm now 16 and their both 15
>Oddly, they both grow up to look nearly identical with a few small differences
>My blood sister, let's call her Lena, was slightly shorter, around 5'7, had emerald green eyes and had this dark brunette/gingery hair
>Adopted sister, let's call her Ally, was slightly taller, around 5,11, had the most gorgeous hazel eyes and similar hair but was slightly more red
>Aside from the physical similarities they were still identical
>Loved the same music, colors, cars, clothes, movies; everything
>They were completely inseparable too
>Both were pretty outgoing and far from socially inept but I Honestly can't name any other friend they hung out with regularly
>They just preferred each other's company
>Fast forward 2 more years
>One day Lena comes home saying she's got a boyfriend
>Guy who was a friend of mine named Nathan
>Tall, lanky kid who was the kind of guy who'd give you the clothes on his back if you really nedded them
>He was one of the few people I could stand so me and him were pretty close
>Somewhat popular so Lena felt like one of the "cool" kids for getting to date him
>Not too surprising since she was honestly one of the most attractive girls at our school
>Can tell Ally seemed off put about it though
>Neither of them had really bothered with guys, or girls, so this was the first time either of them actually had somebody else
>Parents demand to meet him and decide to invite him to dinner
>Mom cooks a giant dinner and Lena brings him over
>He's charismatic as all hell so parents love him

go on...?

Tried finishing this in 2 threads but they both 404d before I could.

>Treats Lena like a queen and I know he's a good guy in general so i'm not too worried about her
>Always been the protective big brother though so I give him the "You break her heart, I break your legs" speech
>He understands and swears he'll always treat her right
>Time passes and all's well except Ally keeps acting weird
>Usually carefree and joyous but starts getting a bit more reserved and, not exactly sad but obviously a bit down
>About 2 months after the dinner I decided to skip the last half of the day and come home to find her sitting on the couch, eyes obviously red like she'd been crying
>She'd been sick with some flu-like bug for 3 or 4 days so she got to stay home
>Decide i've had enough of this mopey shit so I ask her what's wrong
>As expected I get a blunt 'Nothing, just fuck off'
>Tell her flat out i'm not leaving until she gives me an answer to why she'd been such a depressed ass lately
>Can tell she doesn't want to talk about it but I keep pressing
>Remember I said something along the lines of "I know this all started when your sister started going out with Nate so what, are you jealous of her or something?"
>The look she gave me kind of screamed "I want to skullfuck you with an icepick" so I say fuck it and tell her when she's done being a moody bitch she can come and talk to me whenever
>Start to leave but before I do I tell her one last thing
>"I just don't like seeing you like this, okay? Whatever's wrong it's obviously painful to talk about but I just want you to know i'm always here for you."
>The look on her face softens but I can tell she's still not ready

No it shouldn't.

Cone to the eid 2016 thread and confess your incestual sins.

Okay OP, you've had a few of these threads now and I've contributed in a couple, so I gotta ask, what's the goal here?

I already know what's coming

Maybe he wants to bang his sister.
This is actually rather common.

>Next few weeks she starts hanging out with all three of us more
>Can tell she's still unhappy but she's putting on a brave face and forcing herself
>One day we were all swimming at Nate's house since his parents had this amazing in-ground pool
>Even had this rock waterfall thing that flowed into it
>We're all just dicking around and having a good time, even Ally Seemed better that day
>Lena and Nate start getting a bit handsy so I decide to go grab a drink
>Was okay with them being publicly affectionate, but they were getting to be too much for me
>Ally says she'll come with me too
>We go inside and grab a few cans of Sprite
>Decide to sit for a sec though since they were being nauseating
>We bullshit for a few minutes but then her tone slowly starts to change
>Finally comes out and asks if I could keep a secret
>She no matter what though I couldn't tell a soul about any of it; ever
>I just kind of smile and say "You like fucking Nate don't you?"
>She kind of blushes and fiddled with her can
>Could tell it was more serious because whenever she was really nervous she'd do this thing where she'd fuck with the tab on the top of the can then take it off and drop it in
>"Well.."

>"I need about tree fiddy."

(I'm not that big of a faggot)

>"I'm in love with Lena."
>whatthefuck.jpg
>Completely fucking stunned
>Open my mouth to try and talk but I can't quite form words yet
>She explains that they'd been experimenting the last few years with each other
>Started as just simple stuff like practicing kissing, touching each others tits but pretty soon it got heavier
>By the end they were full on fucking nearly every night
>Eventually though Lena said it was a bad idea and broke it off, left her fucking heartbroken
>Explaims that didn't want to be selfish and tried to be okay with her moving on but that it was just killing her seeing her with someone else
>She looks so embarrassed it's cute
>That sort of deer in the headlights look

Oh I know, as a teenager I lived with a blonde 8/10 sister, but I'm wondering what he's getting out of these threads. If he just wants an incest thread he could start one, but he takes the legality angle. Sup Forums threads aren't going to get anything legalized so I'm wondering what the end game is here.

I disagree with that. Consent needs to be psychologically determined by the person themself., not by their age. There's no arbitrary age in which people magically stop getting raped and start consenting.

Please continue kind sir...go on please...

Cont plz

but they can give consent to taking hormones and having a sex change?

I think that user with the druggy/slutty mom ruined me for this kind of greentext.

Yeah. that was one of the best wincest greentexts in quite awhile.

I don't supposed any of you people saved that? I didn't think to save it but in retrospect I really wish I had.

If the faggots get to do it the hillbillies might as well be aloud to fuck their cousins a nd sisters.

Twitch is/was the keeper of the greentexts. Maybe he snagged a copy.

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It's stupid because it will degenerate the human race u inbred fucktard

>be on vacation in france, hotel room for parents, hotel room for me and my sisters.
>me in grade 8, sisters in grade 6 and 5.
>watching tv when one sister insists on going to the other room to watch tv alone.
>Sneak around corner quietly and see her doing something under the sheets, clearly.
>Scare her, make a joke saying i like this room better going to join her, younger sister joins too. all laughing, clearly irritating her
>She gets mad, makes a scene switches room again.
>Repeat exact same process, she switches back to original room
>Sneak back again, this time way stealthier. now right behind her on a bed and she is really masturbating.
>Say "What are u doing? calmly, shes embarassed.
>Tell her i know what shes doing and if she wants to do it in the main comfy bed with the nice tv, its fine with me. Leave room.
>She follows.
> Sitting in bed between both sisters. Older one has legs up under the covers playing with herself.
>hard as a diamond.
>watch some tv.
>Ask her if she could show me how she does it.
>She agrees.
>She proceeds to grind her wrist into her pussy rythmically over her underwear.
>Ask if i can try
>"Sure"
>Examine her pussy. Do what she did. attempt to get her off. She is enjoying it.
>Other sister still sitting beside us.
>She calls us gross.
>Main sister says thats enough so we stop.
> i go to the bathroom and blow a massive load in the toilet in 2 strokes.
>Go back to bed. sister continues playing with herself somewhat hidden until we fall asleep.

to be continued months later.

Read the OP again. This thread is about incest, not inbreeding.

what is the point in posting that disgusting tanned, tattooed, STD carrier, fake blond bitch? You dumb faggot.

>to be continued months later.

What ??

he's a slow typer and doesn't know how to copy-paste

>Still can't talk so i'm just staring at her; slack jawed
>Felt like I should have been disgusted but I was more just disgusted that I wasn't disgusted
>"Great, and now you think i'm a fucking freak. Just what I needed."
>Look on her face goes from embarrassment to just plain sadness
>Can see the tears welling up in her eyes
>jesuschristmyfeels.exe
>Get up and hug her
>"You're kind of an idiot sometimes but I promise you I don't think you're a freak."
>"If it made you guys happy why should I care? No skin off my ass."
>She hugs me back and I can feel her tears on my chest
>"What the hell am I supposed to do? I want to her to be happy and all but shouldn't I be happy too?"
>Can feel my soul tearing in fucking two
>On one hand I want to tell her to try and get over it since nothing good can come of it
>On the other I want to tell her to go for it since it's clearly what she wants
>Decide to try and find a middle ground
>"Are you sure it's actually love? It could just be a dumb little crush."
>Her face is buried in my chest but she still manages to talk
>"Yes you dick, i'm sure. It kills me not waking up with my arms wrapped around her. Even thinking about her with anyone else makes me fucking sick."
>Jesusfuckingchrist.bat
>Positive she was just playing on the romantic in me but I give in anyway
>"Would it be all right if I talked to her about it?"
>She gives me that deer in the headligts look again
>"Jesus no. She'd kill me if she knew I told anyone. Besides what good with that do?"
>I manage a little laugh
>"I'm sure she won't care too much that you told your brother you fucked your sister. And I could just ask her to tone it down around you with all that handsy shit."
>She shakes her head a bit but doesn't look like she hates the idea
>"Do whatever you want, can't get any worse anyway."
>She dries her eyes and we tell Lena and Nate she was feeling sick so I was going to drive her home

With sex advocacy in it's current form? No... power dynamic issue. Incest is on par with rape in the public eye. And rape is only getting MORE taboo. Even the worst "incest" in a lot of people's minds evokes the inage of "dad molesting daughter" relationships.

That reminds me to that girl Vicky, in all her videos she looks happy and having a great time. It wasn't until "society" told her it was wrong when she denounced her father.

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this thread
either or

Sup, Kylie. Interesting that you post her in this thread. Pretty sire her and her younger brother have a thing. Pic related.

>Get home and start preparing myself to talk to her when she gets back
>Don't even know how to start that conversation but fuck it
>Few hours later she calls and says she's going to spend the night at his house
>Kind of glad since that gives me more time but I know it'll drive Ally insane
>Go up to her room and tell her right after I get off the phone
>Obviously disappointed but knows there's nothing to be done
>Can tell she's imagining them fucking from the look on her face
>Kind of cave in ask her if she wants to watch a movie or something to take her mind off things
>Perks up a bit and agrees
>We both put on pajamas and I make some popcorn while she finds a movie in the living room
>Come back in and see she put on Reservoir Dogs
>For some reason that was her absolute favorite movie; especially the scene where Michael Madsen tortures the cop to Stuck in The Middle With You
>We both kind of sat on opposite ends of the couch but I eventually notice she starts slowly scooting closer to me
>Halfway through the movie she's practically in my lap
>Her showing affection that wasn't unusual but it felt weird now knowing she had a thing for family
>Don't mind too much but was kind of worried i'd get hard while she was sitting on me like she was
>By the end of the movie I finally realize she's completely asleep
>Can't help but smile at how cute she looked when she was sleeping
>Don't move because I'm afraid to wake her up so I just try my best to get comfortable and go to sleep

What happens, user?

They all walk the dinosaur.

Ok, Il continue...

Months later be on another vacation somewhere tropical, same deal with the hotel rooms.

>Be super horny getting ready for dinner after the beach. Showering etc..
>Fully torqued
>Enter main room butt naked, very casually and sit between sisters on the couch putting both arms around each of them. they find it hilarious. I act like nothing strange is happening.
>They leave room to get changed.
>Both re-enter butt naked. "Did you know girls have little penises too?"
>Both reach into vagina slits and stretch out their clits, giggly.
>"See"

>All laughing, all examining each others genitalia. get dressed and go to dinner.
>Come back , ready for bed.
>Do you mind if i see it again?
>Both enthusiastically remove all clothes.
>They are fascinated by my penis, ask me many questions... "Can we touch it?"

>Both sister now briefly and timidly stroke my cock...
>"Sometimes i wish i had a penis, because i bet its alot easier to make it feel good"
>Ask if i can see theirs.
>Side by side they spread their legs and let me examine.
>They show me how they masturbate, and let me try.
>ask one to show me her clit again. She does.
> I proceed to mimic masturbation techniques ive seen in porn.
>Shes enjoying it.. very much.. but shocked by the situation
>Uh-oh
>it feels too good. tells me to stop.
>I dont think shes orgasmed before
>Other sister shows me how she does it but doesnt let me touch.
>Ask if i can smell
>Smells fucking disgusting, gets awkward, we stop.

The rest of the trip the three of us were very comfortable changing in front of eachother. Even take a shower all three of us.

This is my best story of 4. other ones arent worth greentexting.

This is all 100% true, and i remember it extremely vividly eight years later.

Your welcome Sup Forums, hope you enjoyed.

I actually saved it in the previous thread. Are you guys that wanted it still lurking?

They fucking better not...

>Family inbreeds cause its legal
>By some fucking miracle one of the fucked up babies has the mental faculties to be a pretty good politician
>His fucked genes impact his sanity later in life
>Ends up killing millions by making retarded decisions because hes a fucking incest child with mental disorders

The amount of times this has actually happened in history is overwhelming and very well documented.

The Russian royal family has blood disorders, The Franco/German Royal Dynasties were all fucked up and had mental disabilities, Tutankhamen and Cleopatra were club footed and Tut couldn't walk properly without a cane, Many of the resulting inbred families reached a point where they became infertile and just gave birth to numerous stillborns and the family just died out.

A family rises to power, intermarries to keep the power there, and a few generations down the line the family dies out because it either becomes completely incompetent or impotent due to inbreeding.

Nero of Rome would take to the streets with armed guards and go about killing citizens of rome for fun, and Murdered his mother because of mental illness.

Nothing good comes of incest. Even in the animal kingdom animals only breed with siblings or cousins as a very last resort, and in some cases not even then. How would you even legislate it though, 'You can fuck but you cant have babies' Yeah good luck dick heads.

Only idiots don't learn from the mistakes of the past, and they are doomed to repeat them.

yes please!

It's so genuinely tempting to coopt his story. I can type a lot faster than him so i could take over, build things to a better end than he could, and right before things climax... Walk the dinosaur. Done that a couple times in other threads.

Since this story would take like 6 more full posts to finish, I talked to her and it turned out she only started dating Nate to try and distance herself from Ally because she was afraid of continuing their relationship even though she loved her too. She broke up with Nate and I explained the whole thing to him. He was chill with it because he's a fucked up degenerate like us 3 and we all stayed friends. Now we're all at uni and their still together.

Greentexting is seriously a giant pain in the fucking ass.

That shit's illegal?

Well fuck.

Why do you fucktards blame religion? Liberals have had cobtrol of this country many times and have done nothing. Incest is illegal due to the riak of genetic defect in children that will result. Gay marriage was illegal because it is unnatural and is not a real family. Why do people have even fewer rights in atheist countries like China if it's all religion's fault? Kill yourself, cuck

I would euthanize you, you silly fuck.

That's literally the absolute gayest thing anyone could possibly do, ever.

more pls man

NOT MY STORY JUST REPOSTING FOR THIS user

>Be me.
>Be 16.
>Living with my two younger sisters and my mother.
>Mom was a (formerly) rich white girl who got knocked up at 15 and kicked out of the family house the day she turned 18.
(I guess because her strictly catholic parents decided a drugged up pregnant party girl wasn't good for the family image)
>She somehow manages to keep the two of us alive throughout my childhood, largely doing whatever minimum effort it took to keep me from screaming, and little else.
>Mom eventually adds two more daughters to the family with two different men.
>Both guys are gone within a few months of arriving; one just walks out, the other tries to play house for a year but mom throws him out when he starts getting handsy with my oldest sister.
(always bugged me that mom ignored that he threw me a beating at least once a week but the second he touched my sisters she threw him out. I mean good riddence, but my bruises weren't enough?)
>The family gets by on welfare, child support from three different men, and "odd jobs" my mom took.
>Honestly I don't know what she was doing to pull in the cash. I know she used to get modeling jobs every now and then but she could also have been hooking or dealing.
>Mom had me when she was 15, so she was only in her late twenties when I reached puberty.
>She more or less had two modes of dress: slutty housewife or club bunny. If she was at home she usually wore whatever skimpy thing she'd slept in, and if she was going out it was minidresses, short shorts, tank tops, that kind of "stare at my body while I dance" stuff.
>Considering the she's one of the most beautful women I've ever seen in person and she flaunted it all the time I never really had the luxery of not sexualizing my mom, though I spent most of my life in denial about it.

>The night when all this started I was stuck at home in our shitty two bedroom appartment watching my sisters again because my powerslut club-bunny failed excuse for a mother is out drinking with friends.
>Girls are asleep, it's about 3:30 AM
>Trying to fall asleep on the couch (two bedroom apartment, the girls needed their own space and my mom sure as shit wasn't going without her own bedroom, so I got the couch).
>Can't sleep, decide to rub one out and see if the post-fap crash helps me relax.
>Pull out my phone, head to pornhub
>Error: No Internet Connection.
>Of course mom didn't pay for the internet again.
>Frustrated, horny, staring at the ceiling rethinking my life.
>Door opens, mom stumbles in wearing high heals and a tight designer minidress, an outfit that probably costed more than my entire wardrobe combined.
>Her overall look is somewhere between trophy-wife and high class prostitute.
>She's obviously shitface drunk and high as a kite.
>I barely react at all; I was pretty used to that kind of entrence on her part.
>She'd been coming home like that at least a few times a week since I was still in gradeschool.
>Mom manages to make it like 4 steps inside before collapses halfway on the couch, halfway on the floor, somewhere just barely on this side of consciousness.
>She doesn't even close the fucking door, can't even make it all the way to the couch, much less to her own god damned bed.
>It takes a minute, but I finally manage to summon up the will to care.
>After I close the door I help her all the way onto the couch and get an eyefull of cleavage from that damn minidress.
>Try to keep my hands and eyes to myself as much as possible, but there was only so much I could actually do. In that outfit I felt dirty just touching her.
>Mom's out like a light the moment I get her laid down on the couch.
>Check to make sure she's breathing before I settle down on the recliner.

(INB4 "why didn't you call an ambulence, she could have OD'd!" Yeah... No. If I called an ambulence every time my mom stumbled in and passed out drunk and high, we'd have gone broke in a week. We live in america so that shit aint free)
>Sitting there even hornier than before, as I'd more or less just felt up an attractive woman in a revealing outfit, however much I tried to avoid it.
>Get more and more angry the more I think about all my mother's shit.
>I'm pulling thirty hour work weeks on top of attending school, so no time for dating, and no time for friends outside of work.
>Spent most of my adolescent life taking care of my younger siblings.
>No free time, no pussy, all my money went to the family.
>Just sit there getting angrier.
>Horny, frustrated, furious, sitting there staring at a woman who I had a literal love-hate-relationship with.
>After a while something clicks (or possibly snaps) in my mind.
>I've got no social life because of this bitch, not gonna get any love from girls my own age, so why not get some at home?
>Walk over to her sleeping form and slowly, gently roll her onto her back and pull down the front of her dress.
(INB4 "You sick fuck!" Yeah, I know, trust me. More on that later.)
(INB4 "Bullshit, she'd wake up!" lol, nope! When my mom was high nothing short of cold water or an electrical shock would wake her up, and on a few terrifying occasions, not even that did it)
>I'm standing there with the front of her dress bunched up in my fist, staring at her (admittedly fantastic) breasts when it hits me.
>In a brief moment of sanity I ask myself, what am I doing?
>I just stood there staring down at her exposed, vulnerable, sleeping self.
>Was I really going to do this?
>She'd neglected me for years, but was I really going to take it this far?
>Even if she and I didn't get along, even as much as she'd neglected and ignored me over the years, I still loved her and so did my sisters.

Again I'mnot the guy who wrote this, just copying it for the anons who asked, but the guy who did write it (LSA) is posting in another thread so if you end up having questions we can probably get him over here if he's still on.

thank you based user

>At the thought of my sisters all the rage comes flooding back, a tide of anger drowning out my hesitation.
>I could deal with the way she treated me, but my sisters deserved better.
>Oh, she'd hug and kiss them like any mother would. She'd give them whatever promises and gifts it would take to win their affection, but in the end that's all she did.
>She wasn't there for them. She didn't help them with their homework or stay home when they were sick. I did all that.
>She was their best friend, but she wasn't a mother.
>Behind the anger some cynical part of me wonders what she's good for if she won't be a mother or a provider.
>I resolved to find out.
>Hesitation cast aside, I finish pulling the top of her dress down to her waist.
>I start touching her breasts, tentatively at first, but more boldly over time. They feel warm and impossibly soft, so different from the scarred and calloused skin of my hands.
>Play with her rack for a bit, anger and frustration slowly giving way to a general feeling of satisfaction and arousal.
(real talk here for a second, my mom has some amazing tits. She's generally an attractive woman, so she's good all around, good hips, toned stomach, passable ass, but she has a god-tier rack)
>Almost painfully hard, never been so turned on in my life.
>Stand up and quietly check to be sure my sisters are still asleep.
>Shove aside the tiny (sane) part of my mind screaming that this was a terrible idea, that it was wrong, that I was crossing a line.
>Carefully straddle her chest and push my boxer shorts aside and rest my cock between those perfect breasts of hers.
>Push her breasts together with my cock sandwiched in between, start quickly fucking her tits like I'd seen in porn
>Feels fantastic but a little off.

>Eventually get the idea and slow down a bit, start using my hands so that I was pushing her breasts up and down on my cock as much as I was thrusting.
>It still felt a bit off, but it was ungodly pleasurable.
>Even though the actual sensation on my cock wasn't all that different from using my hand, her skin was so much smoother and softer than mine, and god, what a view.
>Somehow my mother looks more beautiful asleep than she does awake: that perfect face is unmarred by the icy contempt or cold indifference I'm so used to seeing.
>With her skin ever so slightly flushed and the peace of sleep on her face she looks... Warm. Peaceful.
>I lasted less than five minutes thrusting into those perfect breasts, staring at her beautiful sleeping face.
>After what feels to me like a few short moments, I feel an orgasm rushing at me like a truck.
>Lean forward, start thrusting faster.
>feelsgoodman.jpg
>Blow what was at the time the biggest load of my life all over her neck and chin.
>Lose a good five minutes to the post-orgasm crash, basking in the pleasure and warmth of the moment.
>Feels like heaven.
>Reality comes rushing back.
>I'm straddling my unconcious mother's stomach, staring at her cum-splattered chest and neck, wondering what the hell I've done.
>Panic and shame grip my mind for half a fleeting instant before I assert control.
>Carefully get off her and grab a washcloth from the kitchen.
>Get it wet with water as close to room temperature as I can.
>Clean off the cum, resisting the urge to lick and grope her now wet breasts.
>Gently, carefully pull her dress back up.
>Roll her onto her side, consider the situation for a moment before trying to make her comfortable with a pillow and a blanket.
>Most nights I just let her sleep in whatever she manages to stumble home in, but I felt hideously intimate with her after experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life with her, so making her comfortable felt necessary, somehow.

(The irony of caring for her after molesting her in her sleep wasn't lost on me, even then)
>I briefly consider taking some pictures to save for later before words like "criminal prosecution" and "photographic evidence" pop into my mind.
>Lie back down in the recliner.
>After such an emotional rollercoaster of soaring rage and sinking guilt ending with a rapturously mind-blowing intense relief I was thoroughly depleted.
>I'm asleep in seconds.

>The next day I wake up about 7AM, grab some food, work homework and some household chores. Pretty standard morning for me.
>Girls wake up at 7:30, I get them ready for school.
>Right as we're walking out the door to start the day, mom wakes up, surprising considering she's usually asleep till at least noon.
>Fear leaps into my mind and almost paralyzes me before I brutally choke it down.
>Throw on my best poker face.
>She notices the blanket and pillow, looks at me with what I can only describe as a mix of gratitude, surprise, and maybe a little guilt.
>She looks like she's not sure what to say, but manages a sincere "Thanks user."
>Most days she doesn't even speak to me.
>Hearing just a thank you was... It felt pretty awesome, tbh.
>I suppress a surge of guilt, nod, and leave.

Alright then, here we go.
>Be me.
>Be 17.
>Life was pretty good.
>Mom still managed to piss me off every day, but all in all life was okay.
>She starts going out more often, spends a max of maybe 10 hours a day at home now, a lot of nights she never even comes home at all.
>The bitch rarely even spends any time with my sisters.
>She only shows up when she needs a place to sleep off a high or when there was a new welfare check for her to cash.
>She occasionally gives me a few hundred dollars to help pay for the kids, as if that was enough.
>Elderly couple moves in across the hall, we'll call them the Millers.
>Over time I get on good terms with them, they seem trustworthy and they loved my sisters (they didn't have any grandkids, so my sisters seemed like angels to them).
>At that time they were kinda like the grandparents we never knew.
(I did actually meet my grandparents when I was eighteen and really hit it off with my grandfather, but more on that later)
>Right around this time my mom started to get into legal trouble as the government finally picked up on the fact that they were supporting someone who by all rights should be able to support themself. It seems like she might get kicked off welfare so I've got money on my mind.
>Also right around this time I realized that the business my friends and I had started could actually pull a living wage if we stepped things up a bit.
>I start taking night classes at a local tech school.
>The Millers offer to keep an eye on my sisters a few nights a week.
>We get a good system going on in which my sisters stayed with them three nights a week so I could have more time for study and classes.
>Pretty good deal, all things considered. My sisters spent as much time with the Millers as they did at home, and everyone involved is happy.

>My sisters get some friendly, doting parent figures, the Millers get the grandkids they always wanted, my mother gets to ignore her family even more than she already did.
>But in this arrangement, I was the real winner. Not only did I now have enough time to take classes and pull more hours at work to bring home more cash for the family, I actually had time to hang out with friends every once in a great while.
>Doing well in all my classes. Hitting up the gym with my friends, getting fit. Mrs. Miller was a great cook and taught me what she knew, so I ate good food most of the time. Actually making enough money out of our business to have a bit of disposable income.
>Don't get me wrong, life wasn't perfect. My mom was still an icy bitch, and every week I was balancing 30+ hours at work with another 35 hours finishing highschool and another 12 hours or so of classes at the tech, and almost all of my free time went to studying.
>There was still plenty wrong with my life.
>But I had enough.
>My sisters were happy, I had good friends, I had good work, I looked good, I had all kinds of teenaged pussy from girls at school, and my mother was pretty much absent from my life.
>Those days mom was nothing more than the sexy club bunny I played with every now and then.
>Three nights a week, Monday Wednesday and Friday when the girls were at the Miller's if mom happenend to be home and happened to be sleeping off a high, I could have as much fun as I wanted for as long as I wanted.
>I'd play with her every chance I got, but the girls had to be at the Miller's and she had to be sleeping off some drugs or booze, preferably both, or I wouldn't risk it.
>It also depended on what she happened to be high on that night.
>I've never been one for hard drugs, so I have no idea what she was taking, but I could pick up patterns.
>Some nights she'd be anxious and twitchy, best to just leave her alone then.

>Some nights she'd be lethargic and giggly, pretty much the only time she was relaxed around me, so the only time we could just sit and chill, although EVEN THEN the bitch would barely speak to me, though she was less hostile.
>Very rarely she'd be sluggish and suggestable, a good time to try to get cash out of her.
>Most of the time she'd just pass out, and on those nights I could have some fun.
>I'd make sure she was really unconcious, lose my clothes, then have some fun.
>Often times I'd repeat my first night with her (with lube now, I learned some shit over time) with a good titfuck.
>Other nights I'd lay down behind her in bed and spoon her, groping her tits from behind and rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks until I came all over her lower back.
>Sometimes I'd lay her on her stomach so she was bent over the side of her bed and pull her dress up over her ass and see where my tongue would take me.
>A couple weeks after we'd started with this new arrangement I came home sore and tired after a long day to find my mother lying in her bed, nude save for a blanket and the g-string that had fallen halfway down her legs.
(it's possible it was a t-string; I'm not entirely sure of the difference)
>She was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread, so being the sick bastard I was, I stripped down to boxers, threw my clothes in my room, and layed down on top of her.
>From the gentle sheen of sweat on her body and the smell of alcohol on her breath, I knew she'd likely be unconcious for at least the next ten hours, but I checked to be sure she was really out anyway.
>With little preamble I started rubbing my diamond-hard cock against her pussy, not penetrating, just rubbing against her, enjoying the feeling of warmth and intimacy, occasionally looking down to watch my cock slide against her moist pussy.
>Just sit there basking in the moment for a while, slowly sliding against her, staring down at her beautiful sleeping face

>As was typical when she came home high, she hadn't washed off her makeup when she went to bed, so her lips still looked bright and warm, her cheeks even so slightly flushed from a night of drinking and dancing and who knows what else.
>Her lips were slightly parted, looking full and inviting.
>Hesitantly I reach up to touch them, surprised at how warm and smooth they felt.
>My mother had always been so cold and distant that it felt more taboo to touch her face than it did to grope and touch her body, after all, she'd never hidden her body from me, but her lips?
>I don't remember her ever kissing me, even when I was a child; her lips were not for me.
>Yet here I was, touching them, feeling their warmth.
>Out of curiousity I gently push my fingers into her mouth, something I'd never done.
>Almost as soon as my fingers entered her mouth her tongue begin to move, much to my horror.
>Thinking she was waking up I pulled my finger out of her mouth and held perfectly still, watching her eyes and her gently parted mouth for more signs of motion.
>I laid there on top of her for what must have been at least ten minutes, motioness, watching her breath. Watching and waiting.
>When it became clear she wasn't waking up, I repeated my earlier exploration of her lips.
>After a night of cautious experimentation I discovered that as soon as something entered her mouth, my mother started gently moving her tongue.
(To this day I still don't know if that's something everyone does or if it's just some people or if she was just that much of a powerslut that she sucked anything you put in her mouth)
>Being the intimacy-deprived bastard that I was, the very first thing I tried when I realized this was kissing her.
>After a few tentative, nervous kisses against her lips, I grew more bold and started slipping my tongue into her mouth.

>At first it felt strange, kind of awkward; it seemed like I was breaking one of the major taboos of my life by kissing her, as if the groping and licking hadn't already crossed that line, but over time I grew to absolutely capital-fucking-L Love it.
>Even if she wasn't really reciprocating, just the feeling of her tongue gently moving against mine was comforting, but simultaniously intensely arousing.
>I could taste the alcohol on her lips, smell her perfume on her hair, I could feel the feverish heat of her mouth under mine... I tell you lads, it was heaven.
>After a few minutes of heaven, I finally put two and two together.
>Feeling like kind of an idiot for not thinking of this sooner, I carefully straddle my mother's chest, the same way I would for a titfuck, but scoot up a few inches.
>As gently as I can, I tilt her head forward, lean forward a bit, and slowly slide my cock past those hot colorful lips of hers, loving every moment as I slowly slid inch after inch of my cock inside.
>Realizing my mistake I slid myself back out until just the head was in her mouth (and almost blew my load right there, just from the feeling).
>I start pushing back in again, but only slide the first two inches or so.
>It leaves a lot of my cock out on the cold, but I know she'll probably wake up if I cut off her airflow for any extended length of time.
>I thrust gently forward a few more times, fighting off an orgasm to prolong the pleasure, loving the feeling of her warm saliva against my cock.
>The a thought occurs to me.
>How strong is the flavor of cum? If I come in my mother's mouth, will she be able to taste it tomorrow?
>Realize what I have to do and pull out from that heaven, defeated.
>I resolve to finish things with a titfuck and blow my load all over her chest and neck, the same way I'd done a dozen times before.
>Wiping her off with her own discarded dress, I lament not getting the blowjob I so desperately wanted.

>Go to sleep defeated, not knowing that I'd end up getting what I wanted anyway.
>A few months pass, I "play" with my mom a few more times, but not as often as I'd have liked due to time constraints.
>Be me, sitting at home, about midnight. Girls are staying with the Millers so I can study.
>One of my mother's friends brings her home, says that my mom took something bad.
>Unsurprisingly, Ms. Friend is reluctant to explain to her girlfriend's kid that his mom got slipped a roofie, but she eventually manages to explain.
>"Just let your mom sleep okay, she might be acting weird but she'll be fine tomorrow."
>this bitch thought that I didn't know what a fucking roofie is.
>Just barely manage to keep my excitement off my face when I hear that.
>Ms. Friend leaves.
>Mom is sitting on the couch muttering, eyes half open, clearly high as a kite.
>Start talking to her, she believes pretty much anything I say.
>Convince her she's actually 25.
>Convince her that I'm actually a guy named Chad.
(Yes, no joke, I actually convinced her my name was chad. I've embelished details here and there to make this fit a story structure better and to make things more interesting, but that actually happened and to this day it makes me laugh)
>Laughing my ass off at how silly she is and how out of it she seems.
>Finally work up the courage to move forward.
>Slide over to sit next to her on the couch.
>Don't even have to make a move, she puts her hand on my chest right away and gives me what I'm guessing was supposed to be a seductive glance, but looks more like the heavy-lidded glassy-eyed stare of a mostly sedated person.
>Only takes me a minute to get her sitting on my lap.
>I'm rubbing her back and grabbing her ass as she straddles my hips, leans down and kisses me.
>She's half numb but making out with her feels amazing, feel my cock start to get hard in my pants.

>Just bask in the moment, feeling her lips against mine, tasting alcohol on her tongue, smelling perfume and smoke in her hair, loving the feeling of her warm body pressing down on me.
>Start to wonder if I'm getting too comfortable with this, wonder if maybe I've gone too far.
>Am I really this comfortable with molesting my own mother?
>When she's unconcious it's easy, looking down at her sedated form makes it easy to justify doing it to her, after all, what do I owe this bitch who's too busy being high to be a mother?
>When she was awake, it seemed different somehow.
>She was so high that she may as well not have been conscious, even if she was moving, but seeing her staring back at me while I touched her sent guilt stabbing at my heart.
>After a moment I resolve to stop. This is wrong and I know it. It's been wrong every time I've ever done it.
>Just because she's ignored and neglected me for most of my life doesn't make it right.
>I start to gently push her away, ignoring her protests.
>"Look, I gotta go."
>She mutters something, I can barely understand it, and settles back on the couch.
>I go chill in the bathroom for a minute, trying to relax and let my boner fade.
>Fifteen minutes later, still diamonds.
>Still smell her skin, still taste her mouth against mine.
>The cynical, bitter part of my that had gotten me into all this wondered what difference did it make?
>What right did I have to take a moral stance now, after all this time? What would it change?
>Hell, at least this time she was conscious and willing even if her judgement was compromised.
>What did I owe her? Certainly not respect.
>What did she owe me?
>I go back to the living room.

>confused emotions
Man, the arguments against interracial and homosex were better than this shit. Incest will probably be legal in 5 years if this is the best you can get anymore.

Inbreeding is different than incest btw.

TRIPS

>Mom is dozing on the couch, lying on her stomach.
>Sit down on the couch by her head, pull out my still diamonds cock.
>Flick her awake.
>When her eyes open I don't even let her get a good look at my face, just grab her head and gently introduce her lips to my cock.
>She doesn't struggle, she doesn't protest, she doesn't even try to get a look at my face.
>Powerslut that she is, without a word or a second of hesitation, she fucking deepthroats me.
>At first I worried that she had just passed out on my cock or something; her hair was covering her eyes and her throat seemed completely relaxed.
>Every other girl who had ever tried this with me had choked or gagged or at least been tense, what even?... Did she pass out or?...
>lol, nope, she's just effortlessly deepthroating me.
>I lean back on the couch and watch my mother's lips effortlessly sliding up my cock as she comes up for air.
>Feels like heaven.
>She gets into a steady, persistant rythm, spending about a second down, with all seven inches of my cock in her mouth like it was easy.
>She'd then come up and take in a deep, even breath while kissing and licking my head before sliding back down, soft upper lip and warm tongue sliding gently over my cock.
>I've never been able to last very long during blowjobs.
>Not sure what it is, as I can usually keep going for quite a while during sex, but a good blowjob will finish me off in no time, and my mom gave a better BJ than any woman I've ever been with, before or since.
>After maybe five minutes I'm ready to blow my load.
>Like she can read my god damn mind, my mom waits until I'm right about to come and leans down, taking my entire length into her mouth and swallowing on me while I came.
>She lifts off and licks me clean with a single motion, taking all the extraneous salive and cum with her as she went.
>Normally I'd fucking pass out after an orgasm like that, but I know what I have to do.

>As soon as she's done I zip up my jeans, get up and walk out the front door, that way if she remembers any of this she'll remember some guy coming home with her and leaving right away after.
>I go pick up some odds and ends at walmart to give her some time to doze off.
>Come home about an hour later, she's asleep. I carry her to her bed and lay down on the couch.
>Feel too guilty to sleep.

Also can someone collect these and save them as a JPG for reposting? I'm on my phone so I can save text just fine put saving and sticking together multiple images is a pain.

STILL JUST REPOSTING, NOT THE AUTHOR
>Be me.
>Still 17.
>Life has gotten worse.
>Mr. Miller next door got really sick. Him and his wife move to a senior care apartment place once he's out of the hospital, so the girls are home all the time now.
>Mom gets kicked off welfare, which was a sizable chunk of her income.
>I'm now the primary provider for the family.
>Still finishing school, got a few months of highschool left, about a year of tech school left until I get my degree.
>Trying to balance 35 hours a week of highschool classes with 18 hours of tech school classes while still pulling as many hours at work as possible.
>Never getting enough sleep.
>Usually don't eat that much either because I'm always on the run and I don't want to spend money on myself. I was never quite starved but I got pretty lean.
>Mom doesn't want to change her lifestyle but doesn't have enough money to keep going out every other day.
>She tries begging more money off of me, gets pissed when I won't give her enough to keep up her habits.
>With nowhere else to go, She starts spending way more time at home, the girls love it but mom gets mad at me for always being gone and not spending any time with the family.
>Bitch, what? The level of hypocrisy and ignorance in that had me seeing red whenever I was home, but I kept it contained.
>To add to all that fun, the girls hit the moody teenage years in full swing.
>The younger one tells me she knows about what I've been doing with mom.
>She tells me that a couple of times she's just sat and listened outside the door while I "played" with mom.
>She even has a couple pictures on her phone.
>It never goes anywhere, she never told anyone and I'd always dodge the issue if she wanted to talk about it, but it made me feel even less welcome at home.

>The elder one gets hit with depression, attempts suicide, so now not only am I stressed about her health, I'm also paying loads to pay for her treatment, because again, America, so that shit wasn't cheap.
>Mom somehow decided it's all my fault. She speaks to me even less. Acts like an aloof bitch whenever I'm around, but is warm and caring with the girls so I usually just keep my distance and try to let them have their space.
>I'd rather let my sisters and mother have their time together. If it mamkes them happy, good for them.
>But it's just one more thing making me feel unwelcome in my own home, and it is literally MY home now, as mom wasn't making enough money to pay for the apartment anymore.
>Now I'm the one who's never home.
>I end up just dropping out of highschool and getting a GED so I can pull in more hours at work and take night classes at the tech.
>My average day is usually working from 8AM to 8PM, going to class for four hours, getting home about 1:30AM, studying for an hour or two, then getting a few hours of sleep before doing it again.
>My friends and I are just starting to get our business off the ground, and I'm handling the books so I have to make sure the business stays up and running and everyone else gets paid before I take my cut.
>It's feast or famine.
>Some weeks I'm taking home a couple grand, sometimes by the time I make sure everyone else gets paid there's only a few hundred bucks left for me.
>I also have the added stress of being the sole financial mind behind a business worth tens of thousands of dollars (which is nothing compared to what we pull nowadays, but at the time it seemed enormous)
>Life reaching critical stress.
>At one point I was so close to the edge that I bought a handgun off a friend from school.
>Wasn't sure if I wanted to kill my mother, myself, or both.

>I was just holding out for graduation, then I could put more hours into my job to make the family more financially secure, or maybe I could get a second job to supplement my income.
>As if I didn't have enough things on my plate, I was on a dry spell too.
>Haven't had any pussy in weeks. No time to date, and with mom home all the time chances to "play" with her have more or less stopped, but I was pretty much okay with that.
>Seeing her at home with my sisters more often made me realize just how wrong what I'd been doing was, and I'd resolved to never touch her again, get over the guilt, and get on with my life.
>One day we get a big contract at work.
>Some rich guy had seen our work at a carshow and he wanted a bunch of his cars done up in various ways.
>It was the first job we ever had that broke the $100,000 mark.
>The paperwork didn't take me much longer than a normal job would, but it had our garage filled up for a few days, so I suddenly had a couple days off and a huge cash bonus.
>When I get home I hear my sisters are going to a slumber party, so they'd be out.
>A night of peace and quiet sounded good to me, so I gave my mom a couple hundred dollars to get her out of the house for the night, I just ask her not to spend it on drugs as politey as I can.
>She doesn't even say anything, just takes the with this "It's about time" look on her face, as if I was giving her no less than what she deserved.
>Bitch couldn't just be grateful, could she? No, of course not.
>She puts on a minidress and heads out to go partying, BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE DOES.
>About 10:00 PM, sitting on the couch studying when mom comes home.
>WTF? She's never home this early.
>Happy to see she's not high, even if she does look a little buzzed.
>When I ask her what's up, is she okay, why is she home so early, she dismissively says something about not wanting to deal with it.
>She sits down at the table, grabs her purse and takes out a fucking syringe.

>I... I can't even believe what I'm seeing.
>I've always known that she did all kinds of drugs, that's not the part that shocks me.
>No, what really gets me is that not only did the bitch use my money to go out to buy drugs and booze, she doesn't even have the decency to hide it anymore.
>I'd always ignored the men and looked the other way for the drugs and alcohol because she'd never really brought it home.
>Sure she'd sleep it off here, but she'd never actually used it here, what the hell was she thinking?
>At this point I feel the rage rising in my chest.
>I want to slap the drugs out of her hands and scream at her.
>I want to tear off that damn minidress and remind her who the man of the house is.
>I want to pound that bitch's face in for bringing drugs into the home I'd worked to hold together for so long.
>I want to cry and beg her to stop doing this to herself.
>If I really cared, I could stop her, right? She was completely dependent on me financially, and as aloof and morally reprehensible as she was, she wasn't stupid.
>We payed for the appartment with my money, wasn't I the man of the house? Didn't I have the authority and strength to just go take the drugs from her?
>But through all this that bitter, cynical part of my mind is thinking, "hey, at least if she gets high I can finally blow off some steam, right?"
>I loved my mother, but if she wanted to ruin her own life, why should I be responsible for that?
>If she wasn't going to control hersef, why should I?
>Why should I help a woman who had so consistently failed as a mother and a provider?
>Honestly, I don't think I can realistically describe what I was feeling.
>I was somewhere between all consuming fury and soul crushing despair.
>Unstoppable rage met immovable anguish and the collision rendered me inert, unable to do anything but sit there and think.

>I think of the gun I bought. Think of how the girls aren't home, how given all the problems we had they'd probably be a lot better off in the government's hands they they were in mine or my mother's.
>I think of how if I die or go to prison the government would send my sisters into foster care.
>Would foster care really be any worse that being in the care of an alcoholic drug abuser or a criminal who molested his own mother?
>Probably not, but...
>Can't bring myself to do it. Can't hurt the girls like that.
>Sit there feeling to numb to care as my mother goes to sleep off her high.
>I realize this is no different than any other time she's ever been high.
>I realize that as much as I might want to think we could patch things up, as much a I might want to believe I'm better than that, this time is no different from any other time.
>Again, that bitter cyncal part of me asked, hey, after months of working hard to support the family she ignored, didn't I deserve some relief?
>Shouldn't she have to contribute something to the family too, even if it was just getting me off?
>It wasn't right, and I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
>I sit there doing my best to ignore the rage and the hurt I feel.
>I don't even try to ignore the shame and guilt I feel for how aroused I've gotten just thinking about being with her again.
>About an hour later I look in on her.
>She's passed out on her bed, because of course she is.
>I strip down.
>Briefly consider grabbing her by the throat and hatefucking her, consequences be damned, but I know better.
>I want sex, but I don't want to go to jail, so I figure I should be gentle.
>Make sure she's really unconscious before stripping her.
>I can't help but be turned on, seeing her naked body again, even as angry as I was.
>Her skin was shining with a sheen of unwashed sweat from a night of dancing and the feverish high she was riding. Her makeup was perfect, her hair was still perfect...

>She looked perfect, so as it usually did, lust beat out everything else I was feeling.
>Get on the bed with her, spread her legs slightly and lie down on top of her.
>Start kissing and licking those perfect tits of hers while I let my cock harden.
>Sucking on one of her nipples when she inhales sharply and moans.
>She's usually pretty quiet, so I look up.
>She's staring down at me.
>Well, Fuck.
>For a brief moment this sharp cold sliver of fear paralyzes me...
>Then I notice that she isn't staring at me so much as she is just staring.
>She has that heavy-lidded, glassy-eyed stare I've seen so many times.
>She's probably too high of it to remember any of this.
>I don't know where she is, but she isn't here, so there was no point in stopping.
>Throwing caution to the wind I lean up and roughly kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
>She moves her mouth more than usual, but I don't care.
>Rub up against her, letting my cock rub against her warm pussy while staring into her unfocues, drug addled eyes.
>The drugs come to mind again.
>A mix of anger and pity fills my mind as I think about what she was doing to herself.
>If she was going to ruin herself anyway, what did I owe her?
>I breifly consider grabbing a condom, but push aside the thought.
>I lean in close to her, pulling her warm sweaty body against mine, and slide myself inside her.
>She's feverishly warm, delightfully slick, and honestly way tighter than I would expect from a woman with three children.
>I can't help but let out a gasp and just how incredibly good this feels.
>The feeling seems to make her more lucid, her hands resting against my chest.
>Feels like maybe she's trying to push me away, but her efforts are so weak and unfocussed I really can't tell.
>To be perfectly honest, I didn't care.

>Start roughly thrusting into her, no longer caring about waking her up or keeping this a secret.
>Press her sweat-slick body into the bed, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressing against my chest.
>Shove my tongue in her mouth for a deep kiss.
>Feel her tongue moving against mine, definitely more lively than usual.
>Was she really awake?
>She's still watching me with that drug-addled stare, I'm not sure how concious she really is.
>Don't even care any more.
>I keep thrusting for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to fifteen or twenty minutes.
>Mom starts quietly moaning, wraps her arms around my neck and shoulders, pulls me close.
>I feel her legs wrap around my hips, pulling into each thrust.
>Loving this so much, can't even handle this.
>I'm used to playing with a limp doll, but now we're legitimately having sex, even if she is probably too high to know what's happening.
>Pull her tightly against me and kiss her.
>We hold each other close, the moment feels so impossibly, perfectly, hideously intimate.
>Mom has always been this cold, distant figure, even when I'd started touching her a year before.
>Never in my life had I really felt like she loved me, but now?
>Now she was moaning under me, holding me close, reciprocating my kisses.
>My entire world is her warm, slick flesh. It's gentle gasps and moans. It's the smell of her hair and the taste of her tongue.
>I would have stayed like that forever if I could've, but hey, universe in transience, right?
>I feel an orgasm rushing at me like a runaway freight train.
>The small voice in my head warning against cumming in my mother's pussy was completely ignored, drowned by the omnipresent pleasure of the moment.
>Try not to scream as I have the most intense orgasm of my life.
>Post orgasm crash hits me hard.

>I don't remember a thing until I woke up at a few hours later, still in my mother's arms.
>Most of the room is dark, there's just a bit of light from the alarm clock and the streetlamps outside shining through the open window.
>My mother is still asleep.
>She looks relaxed. Content. Not exactly happy, but... Peaceful? Maybe.
>Relaxed. Content. Peaceful. Not eomtions I'd typically associate with my mother, but they looked beautiful on her.
>She looked so beautiful.
>I wanted so much to stay with her, to go back to sleep in her arms, to just enjoy the rest of the night with the beautiful woman I'd just had sex with, but I knew better.
>We don't get peaceful nights together.
>We aren't some happy couple.
>She's a neglectful drug-addicted alcoholic, and I'm the criminal that rapes her.

That's the end lads.

STILL NOT THE AUTHOR (IN CAPS!!!)

>Do you think incest should be legalized?
Only under certain circumstances. It should be illegal in the case of a parent having sex with their child, because that could've been the result of years of grooming. But if it's like two cousins fucking or whatever, I guess that should be fine. Or siblings, if the parents had nothing to do with it.
Your mother and father probably fuck all the time. Is that incest, since they're already part of the family?
>If so do you think it well be legal before 2030?
No. Some stigmas only get stronger over time.

>STILL NOT THE AUTHOR
Chill the fuck out dude, it's not plagiarism to repost stuff.

What's up faggots?

>>Unstoppable rage met immovable anguish and the collision rendered me inert, unable to do anything but sit there and think.
That's... That's actually a really interesting way to put it. Well done sir.

Sup spidey, come on in. I hear you have one sexy aunt. Got any stories to share?

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Uncle Ben was a lucky man, indeed.

Oh, in case you somehow missed it, he's
>NOT THE AUTHOR!!!11!!1

We'll I appreciate the tl;dr, user. Cheers.