Best wincest thread

Best wincest thread

So fake it hurts.

Got any OC than fagget

I bet ur mom has OC

Comparing Dresses "at store". First is in bathroom, second is in at home hallway....

Here...just..I feel bad for you..here.

Because otherwise this thread's gonna suck

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Who's got the mother daughter model scam? I Kno them

I can also try posting a mother's online journal I collected a few years ago, before she got banned.

Who's got the link to the Mega page of that user who saved all the wincest stories?

Part 1:

I had joked with my muse (Lisa of Lisa’s Secrets) about not wearing panties, but I couldn’t do it. I did go braless again and kept my bathrobe tied loosely and I know the boys got flashes and could see me during breakfast. My nipples got so hard that they’re still aching.
My older son kept trying to adjust his pants at the table whenever he thought I wasn’t looking.
I came so close to just opening my robe up and letting them see, but I couldn’t do it.
And the second he was done with breakfast, my older son rushed to the bathroom. And I followed a few seconds later, paused at the door and heard him grunting and moaning and saying “mom” and I got so wet. I’m still wet now and getting wetter writing this.
I wish the boys didn’t have to go off to class so early. I wish I didn’t have to go to work! I want to stay home and get off and let them watch.
It’s so wrong, I know, but it’s so hot!

I figure I should at least say something about who I am, right?
Call me Melissa. I’m a mom, I’m 39 and I have twin boys who are both 19. I’m a single mom - got knocked up and married right out of high school and got divorced when the boys were 10. I’ve been raising them on my own since then.
I totally blame tumblr right now for this. I’m a good mom. Everyone tells me that. And good moms don’t think about showing off their bodies to their sons. Good moms don’t flash their sons and get turned on knowing they’re getting their son’s horny.
I blame tumblr. Lisa, Annie, Their Own Moms, all these incest blogs I could never admit to following on my real tumblr.
But fuck, maybe I’m not such a good mom after all, because right now, I’m wishing my sons were home.

(I know that this seems to start kinda oddly...The woman had begun her story elsewhere, but at the behest of the people there, made a daily blog.

>Part 2 / Day 2:

Seriously?
This tumblr has existed literally less than 24 hours.
I made it last night around 11 pm and I posted some things this morning around 7:30 am.
Between 7:30 am and 7:50 pm, I have gotten 244 followers and have 41 messages in my in box.
I’m shocked and amazed! My real tumblr has been around for months and has barely 100 followers.
24 hours and I’m swamped.
It’s a pity I’m home alone right now, damn it! But it gives me time to go through these things and answer and see who is joining me on this side of things.
I kind of hope the boys come home early and catch me!

>be 28
>going to a restaurant
>ordering a pizza pie
>i said no ansjovis wtf
>girl says sorry i say is ok
>eat pizza pie while lying
>go outside wait till restaurant closes
>walk up to girl call her a bitch
>yelling I SAID NO ANSJOVIS CUNT
>punch her repeatedly in the left eye
>shit stars bleeding she yells "whyyyy whyyyyy"
>take her head and place it above my cock
>let blood pour on cock
>shove it in her mouth NOW SUCK IT
>manager comes out yells WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING
>grab my pistol and blast him twice
>then blast girl in skull with my cock inside her mouth
>let blood pour all over my cock
>feels good man
>escape and go home
>masturbate with her blood still on my cock

>I use "Parts" because its broken out like tumblr posts. Its otherwise kinda odd.
>Part 3
About 45 Minutes Ago…
My younger son came home, but only for a few minutes.
He and some of his friends are practicing tonight and he forgot some spare guitar strings, since he breaks them a lot.
I had changed into my favorite bathrobe when I got home, so when he came in, I made sure to go out and say hello and talked to him. Asked him how the band was doing, how late he was going to be out. Normal mom things.
The whole time I could see him struggling to look me in the eye and not look down at my cleavage.
I just finished masturbating thinking about it all maybe a few minutes ago.

>Part 4
Last Night and This Morning
So last night I masturbated several times thinking about the boys and just being turned on by this all and giving in to the naughty side of me.
I didn’t bother cleaning up or putting on a tshirt when I went to bed. I slept naked for the first time in ages. Naked and messy.
When the boys started staying out late, I made a few simple rules. Their curfew was 2 am unless they called to explain why they’d be later, and they had to wake me up and say hi when they got home.
Usually, they knock on my bed, peek their head in, say hi and I thank them and go back to bed.
Well, the older one got home first around 1, knocked, stuck his head and and froze while saying hi. I’d forgotten I was naked and had sat up. So he had a nice show of my tits.
He struggled to look in my eyes the whole time. My nipples got so hard and I got so wet.
The second he closed the door, I was pinching my nipples and clit and hoping he’d open the door again.
He didn’t though.
The younger knocked on my door at exact 2. He also struggled to maintain eye contact.
The second the door closed I was masturbating again. He didn’t open the door either damn it.
I barely tied my bathrobe shut this morning. No bra, just panties and a loose knot.
They were definitely checking me out while I made breakfast for them. I caught them smiling and looking at each other with shit-eating grins.
They both left about ten minutes ago and I figured I needed to get here and share and get off.

> Part 5
Saturday Night.
Last night both boys were out. My older one went to a movie with some friends and the younger-by-five minutes one was practicing with his band. Me? I spent the evening with some porn and gave my rabbit a workout.
I went to bed naked again, figuring I’d give the boys a show when they came to wake me up when they got in, since they have to say hello when they come in and all that.
The younger one called around 12:30 saying he was going to be home after 2 am; the friend who was giving him a ride was having car problems so they needed to fix that. I don’t quite know if I believe that or not, but he called to tell me he’d be late, so I’m letting it slide.
My older boy got home around 1:30. I was awake, but turned off my lights when I heard the front door and pretended I was asleep. He knocked on my door, opened it, came in to say hi and I sat up and turned on the lights and his eyes went right to my tits.
I asked him what movie he saw (he saw Gravity), how it was (very good apparently) and idle chit-chat questions. The whole time, he’s struggling to maintain eye contact and I can see that he’s getting hard. He didn’t try to hide it or adjust himself. I had to fight not to stare! We talked for about four or five minutes before he excused himself saying he was tired and went to his room.
I admit, I masturbated after that and wasn’t quiet. I hoped he’d come peek or something, but as far as I know, he didn’t.
The younger one got home around 2:30. He also stared, but didn’t really stay to chat. I could see he was tired, so I didn’t try to keep him.
Still, they both got a good look. Now, let me answer some asks, and then I’ll talk about this morning!

>Part 6
This Morning.
So, last night I didn’t bother covering up when the boys came to say hello when they got in. They got to look and I know the older got hard. The younger one was really tired, so I know he saw, but I didn’t seem him reacting.
This morning, I get up at 8ish, throw on my robe. No bra, my one black thong. Tie the robe loosely and go to the kitchen to make Sunday Breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, bacon. The usual big deal.
They come when I call to tell them it’s ready, we sit down at the table to eat and I still having tied my robe properly and while my tits aren’t just hanging out (they’re not big enough to just hang out), I know they’re getting looks when I’m shifting and reaching for things.
My younger one even had to adjust himself at the table. I don’t think he knows I saw it, because he tried to do it when I was looking at the older and asking him about the movie he saw last night.
Hell, I had the fight the urge to adjust myself too - make my robe more open or shift the thong around. I can honestly say I haven’t felt this aroused in years.
They ate breakfast quickly, bolting it down. I had to remind them to slow down and chew!
I made sure to bend over a lot when I was clearing the table.
They took off as soon as they could after breakfast; the older ran to his room for about ten minutes before leaving, the younger got out as fast as he could.
Still, they’re gone, so it’s just me, tumblr and the laundry. And the very sticky wad of tissues I found in the older son’s bedroom trash when cleaning out his room like I do.
I have to admit - I’m turned on but so horribly conflicted. This is fun, but god - can I really cross this line? I don’t know.
I may be going to hell for all of this, but I’m enjoying the ride!

>Probably should toss in a picture, so the thread doesn't fall off.
>Part 7
Earlier Today.
I masturbated in my older son’s room. I wiped my wet fingers dry on his pillowcase.
He just went to bed maybe about ten minutes ago.
I love the thought of him smelling me, but not knowing what he’s smelling.

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Last Night/This Morning
Since neither of the boys went out last night, there was no reason for them to stop by my room and check in like they do when they’re out. So I didn’t have a chance to show off for them again last night.
This morning, however, I didn’t bother with a bra again. Just a loose bathrobe and panties. I pinched my nipples so they’d be nice and hard and was all smiles and in a touching mood when I talked to the boys. It’s a shame breakfasts during the week are short. There isn’t enough time to really work up to a good flash before they have to run.
But still, the older boy found a way to linger and talk to me and was peeking. And he did hit the bathroom before leaving. I snuck up outside the door and heard him grunting and a very quiet “oh fuck mom.”
I think I’m going to go masturbate in his bed again before taking my shower and going to work!

Quick Confession.
I’m not all that experienced.
My husband was only the second guy I’d ever had sex with. He knocked me up and we got married and while it wasn’t a bad relationship, it wasn’t all that great and we really weren’t all that kinky or experimental in the bedroom.
Since we got divorced nine years ago, I’ve gone on less than ten dates. Only two of them ended up being more than one-night stands, but even those weren’t very long-term relationships and lasted only a few months.
I’ve never had a threesome.
I’ve only had two lesbian experiences.
I haven’t gotten laid in two years.
I am seriously not all that experienced, which is why I’m a little scared of how intensely I find myself wanting my sons. I fantasize about doing kinky and depraved things I’d never thought about before. I blame tumblr for showing me that these things were out there - and now I dream about showing my boys.
But I’m scared. These are deep and dangerous waters. I’m worried about going too far, too fast and breaking things beyond repair.
So while I love the encouragement y’all are sending, it’s only been a few weeks since I could admit this to myself. Going from fantasy to fucking too quickly could be a disaster.
And now, off to get off and go to work.

>Err last was Part 8, Part 9... Gonna try to do multiple posts.
Quick Update.
So the air at work was broken today and the heat was on. So when I got home, I joked about being all hot and sweaty.
So of course I had to take a shower. And of course I had to leave my door and the bathroom door open a little so steam wouldn’t build up.
And yes, I masturbated in the shower. And no, as far as I know, neither of them came to look.
And after I finished, I dressed in a silk robe, old white t-shirt and short shorts. I pinched my nipples to get them nice and hard again, and I didn’t bother tying the robe shut.
They were openly staring at me. They were both hard as hell.
I have a sneaking suspicion if that if I check the garbage in their rooms tomorrow, I’m going to find lots of sticky wads of kleenex.

*
Oh God!
I can hear the bedsprings in my younger son’s room right now… Nice and rhythmic, slow and steady…
God, he’s jerking off! And he’s not being subtle!
I think Mr. Rabbit needs to come out and I need to try to match that rhythm while I enjoy tumblr!

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He Came.
At least I assume he came. My younger son’s bedsprings are quiet now.
But I’m still going strong!

*
Quick Update.
My younger son couldn’t look me in the eyes this morning. He kept blushing and looking away. He was obviously “tenting” his pants. But he was nervous around me.
My older son gave me a huge hug before he left. He sort of approached me from the side and just somehow managed to press his crotch against my hip as he hugged me.
From what I can tell, they’re bigger than their father was

*
Someone Asked Me
If I was panicking yet. If I was was having second thoughts about this, especially given the whole “older son pressing into me” this morning.
And well, the panic hasn’t hit yet.
It all still feels a little surreal, like it’s not happening to me, but someone else.
I have no idea if that’s normal or not.
Then again, what is normal in this situation?

>Part 10, the first line is usually the tumblr title.
An Quick Update.
So my younger son was talking to me about a half hour ago.
It seems that the dad of one of his bandmates, the guy who’s house they practice at, is single. And it also seems that me being single was mentioned to him.
So my son wanted to know if I wanted the number of his friend’s dad and maybe go on a date “or something.”
I asked him if he’s be okay with me doing “or something” with his friends’ dad.
He said and I’m summarizing, that it had been over two years since my last date and I should go out and have fun and I was “too pretty” to stay “cooped up” over the weekend.
I joked that I could have some pretty good times at home. He blushed.
But I did tell him it was okay to have his friend’s dad call.
Part of me wished I told him I’d rather *he* be my date some Friday night!

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Fuck it.
I am thirsty. And I can hear one of the boys in the living room.
I’m not tying my robe shut and I’m getting a drink.
If I’m lucky, he’ll see.
Be back soon!

>Part 11
My Older Son Was in the Kitchen.
He stared. Oh god, how he stared.
Then he joked that I might want to make sure my robe is tied more often,
I made some comment like “they’re just tits and you know what tits look like.”
He said “mommy tits” aren’t the same.
I said that “mommy tits” were fine when he was a kid, so why are they different now?
His answer was just that they are.
But god, he looked. He openly stared at my tits.
I’m soaking wet and thinking about opening my door some.

*
Today So Far.
This morning, I did my now-usual “loosely tied bathrobe and only panties” thing I’ve done the last few days. And a little part of me is surprised at how quickly this is now my usual morning thing!
The older one bolted down his breakfast and kept his eyes on his bowl most of the time, but I saw him peeking sometimes. The moment he finished, he was in the bathroom and then off to class. No chatting, no nothing.
My younger one took his time, so I couldn’t go listen at the bathroom door to hear what my older son was doing. He also tried paying more attention to his food than me. But when it was just me and him at the table, he looked at me.
He smiled at me.
He made a joke about winter coming and how we should probably make sure we all have good thick coats to wear when we’re outside. But something in the way he said it hinted to me that he hated the thought of me wearing something heavier. I don’t really know how to explain it, but it was like he was enjoying looking and was trying to tell me that without actually saying it.
He gave him a hug and soft kiss on my cheek before he left and told me he’d make sure to give his friend’s dad the okay to call me for a date.
After he left, I ended up masturbating in his bed. Twice. And I did the “wiping my fingers on the pillow” thing.
That’s my day so far. We’ll see how the rest of it goes.
Now on to the shitload of asks and fan mail I have.

>Part "12"
My Door Is Open A Crack.
And Mr. Rabbit isn’t exactly quiet.
Let’s see if the boys are bold and curious!

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So I Have Date For Tomorrow Night.
The father of my younger son’s friend called me. We talked, he sounded pleasant, and what the hell, we’re both free tomorrow night, so dinner and a movie.
I’m still debating what to wear, if I want to break out my “I’m definitely getting lucky” panties or the “maybe I’ll get lucky panties” for under my outfit.
I am *seriously* resisting the urge to ask the boys for their opinions on my outfit. As much as I want to, I’m worried how they’ll take it.
Anyway. Let’s catch up the asks/fanmails and things, see what y’all have been up to and give good ol’ Mr. Rabbit a nice workout with the door open a little…

*

>be 28
>going to a restaurant
>ordering a pizza pie
>i said no ansjovis wtf
>girl says sorry i say is ok
>eat pizza pie while lying
>go outside wait till restaurant closes
>walk up to girl call her a bitch
>yelling I SAID NO ANSJOVIS CUNT
>punch her repeatedly in the left eye
>shit stars bleeding she yells "whyyyy whyyyyy"
>take her head and place it above my cock
>let blood pour on cock
>shove it in her mouth NOW SUCK IT
>manager comes out yells WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING
>grab my pistol and blast him twice
>then blast girl in skull with my cock inside her mouth
>let blood pour all over my cock
>feels good man
>escape and go home
>masturbate with her blood still on my cock

>Part 13 - 1
A *Wonderful* Morning.
I did my usual “god-it’s-amazing-how-quickly-this-that-become-my-usual-morning-routine-outfit” of just panties and a barely tied robe. I pinched my nipples until they were hard and aching. I even slid a finger into myself and got nice and wet and hit the pulse points with my juices and dabbed a little behind my ears like it was perfume.
Then I went to the kitchen to start coffee and all the usual quick breakfast BS and the boys came to eat and they really couldn’t stop looking and sneaking peeks.
And I asked them about their plans for tonight and they asked me about mine.
And the older one joked about I needed to remember that “the curfew in this house is 2 am” and that I should call if I would be later than that. The younger one played along and joked that I needed to wake them up and say hi when I got home too.
I told them I didn’t think I’d be out that late. It’s just dinner and a movie, right? They joked that they hope I’d have a good time and stay out later. The older one made a comment about just talking over coffees after the movie and the younger one made a joke about “driving out to Makeout Point” (and got a playful smack from his brother with a “Dude, Mom wouldn’t do that!” comment).
The whole time we’re giggling and moving around and I finally realized that the robe’s shifted around and while I’m not *exposed* like some of the pictures I’ve posted and reblogged, the boys are probably getting a pretty good look.
Then the older one notices the time, does a whole “oh, crap, I need to run for class” thing and that sort of kills the playful mood of the morning. He basically leaves right then and there.

>Part 13-2
Throws his bowl and mug in the sink, leans over me and gives me a hug and kiss. I know he was looking right down at me, right down at my tits. Kisses my cheek and I catch him sniffing. Not like he’s trying to inhale me or something, but like he smelled something and trying to figure out what it was. *I* know what he was smelling, but I could see him trying to figure it out.
Anyway, he ran and the younger said he needed to get ready too and went back to his room to grab some stuff. So I hit the sink, do dishes for a moment, and while I’m finishing up, he comes in to give me a hug and a kiss goodbye. I turned around to face him as he was reaching out and that’s when it happened.
Between my turning and him reaching to hug me, he basically caught the edge of my robe and it slid off my shoulder and I was exposing myself to him. No tease, no playful thing, just my right tit hanging out for him to see.
I yelped and covered back up and he blushed and was all “oh shit, sorry, that was an accident” and all apologetic and it was kind of cute. I joked that it was okay, it was an accident, and besides, it was just a tit and it’s not like he hasn’t seen tits before. (Sort of the same thing I did with the older one when I was in the kitchen with him a few nights ago.)
He shrugged and said that yeah, he’d seen tits before, but he hadn’t been expecting to see mine. I joked that I hope he’d enjoyed it, and he just smiled and told me that yeah, “objectively speaking,” it was good. Then he said he had to run too but he wanted to give me something now, since he didn’t know if he’d be home to give it to me before I went on my date tonight.
Then he handed me a pack of condoms and told me he hoped I had fun on my date tonight.
I just stared at him, at the condoms and him again. He shrugged again, kissed my cheek and said something about how I deserved to have a good time tonight and how he hoped I’d be home late.

>Part 13-3. if you can't guess, its one long post.
So a good morning so far. Now I have to hurry to get ready and run to work - but I think need a few moments on tumblr and maybe a few moments in my younger son’s room.
Fuck it, I’m going to be late to work today. Who cares! I have a date tonight and my younger son thinks I have nice tits and he wants me to get laid tonight! Work can wait!
>Part 14
My Office is Dead Today.
I can’t wait to get the hell out of here to go home and get ready for my date.
I’ve decided that unless this guy ends up being a real jerk, I’m going to use all three condoms my younger son gave me.
I hope to god my date doesn’t mind. It’ll be so good to have an orgasm that isn’t self-induced!

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>Part 14-1
Didn’t Mean To Keep You All Waiting
And given the number of “how did your date go” asks I’ve gotten, you’re all dying to know.
But honestly? I feel a little ashamed of myself. Dirty, and not in a good, sexy way. So it’s taken me a bit to get online and write this.
The short version is that I threw myself at my date like a slut. I flirted and teased. I fucked him in the parking garage next to the restaurant we went to, pressed up against a wall.
We didn’t bother going to see a movie. We went to a no-tell motel and got a room for a few hours and I rode him and used him like a wanton slut. We used all three condoms my younger son had given me and a pair of condoms he had.
I hadn’t fucked in two years, and he hadn’t fucked in a year.
We were two people just using each other. No emotion, no connection, just fucking.
And the whole time, I was thinking of my sons.
How I’d rather be kissing them, how I’d rather be under them, how I’d rather have my legs wrapped around them.
Every time I came, I pictured them, not him.
I even sucked him off in the driveway at my house when he dropped me off. Not because I wanted to blow him, but because I was hoping the kids might see me doing it.

>be 28
>going to a restaurant
>ordering a pizza pie
>i said no ansjovis wtf
>girl says sorry i say is ok
>eat pizza pie while lying
>go outside wait till restaurant closes
>walk up to girl call her a bitch
>yelling I SAID NO ANSJOVIS CUNT
>punch her repeatedly in the left eye
>shit stars bleeding she yells "whyyyy whyyyyy"
>take her head and place it above my cock
>let blood pour on cock
>shove it in her mouth NOW SUCK IT
>manager comes out yells WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING
>grab my pistol and blast him twice
>then blast girl in skull with my cock inside her mouth
>let blood pour all over my cock
>feels good man
>escape and go home
>masturbate with her blood still on my cock
.

...

>Part 14-2
I felt dirty and ashamed and guilty about it. What kind of mom thinks about her kids like this? Why couldn’t I focus on the guy I was with? Be happy with him and not wonder if my sons would fill my mouth and pussy like he did?
Of course he wants another date. He called me the next day to talk.
I was moody and kind of bitchy. Second thoughts and all that.
My sons aren’t always the most observant kids, but even they could see I was upset. My younger one asked me how it went, if he needed to “beat up” his friend’s father for treating me bad. That actually made me laugh. I told him his friend’s father hadn’t done anything wrong. I told him I was just regretting how far I’d gone.
He asked me if by “how far,” I meant I’d had sex.
I told him I used all the condoms he’d given me, and I was regretting doing so on the first date. He was sort of impressed and worried that I’d fucked my date three times. I told him the truth and that it was actually five. That really impressed him and he joked that my date must have been really horny. I told no, I was the horny one, and I hoped he could live with knowing how slutty his mom was.
He sort of laughed and said he understood, since it had been forever since my last date with anyone and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. He even joked that it was okay to be a slut sometimes. As long as you were careful about it - and five condoms was very careful.
I haven’t really been able to bring myself to tease the boys yesterday or today.
I just feeling guilty for thinking about them when I was fucking.
But at the same time - I haven’t stopped thinking about them.
So that’s me for right now. I’m gonna answer my asks and see what y’all have been up to and not think about me for a bit.
>Messed up numbering..oh well.

>Part 15-1
Oh Also…
I didn’t so the “loosely tied robe” routine yesterday or today. I could tell that the boys missed it.
I kind of think I’m going to do it tomorrow morning. Just to see their reactions.

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My Morning.
So I did the “loose robe no bra” routing again this morning. And god, it felt good. As messed up as it might sound, it felt *right* to tease the boys.
Sure, I’d gotten well-fucked on Friday and wasn’t as horny, but the thought of being on display for them and not my date was just so arousing.
I think it’s the taboo that does it. The fact that they’re my sons. That I’m their mom.
They both peeked and smiled and the older one didn’t try to hide the fact that he was hard when he left for the morning.
The younger one stuck around a little after the older one left. He told me he was glad I was feeling better about my date, that I wasn’t letting the guilt of just fucking so much on the very first date, get to me.
I told him I still felt bad about it, that I wasn’t normally like that. He just shrugged and said I was a sexy lady and it’s okay to admit that I needed to fuck and okay to just fuck, I loved hearing him use the word fuck like that. And I loved hearing him say I was sexy.

Oh look a new fag who can't fucking green text. The fuck is this retarded shit?

>be 28
>going to a restaurant
>ordering a pizza pie
>i said no ansjovis wtf
>girl says sorry i say is ok
>eat pizza pie while lying
>go outside wait till restaurant closes
>walk up to girl call her a bitch
>yelling I SAID NO ANSJOVIS CUNT
>punch her repeatedly in the left eye
>shit stars bleeding she yells "whyyyy whyyyyy"
>take her head and place it above my cock
>let blood pour on cock
>shove it in her mouth NOW SUCK IT
>manager comes out yells WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING
>grab my pistol and blast him twice
>then blast girl in skull with my cock inside her mouth
>let blood pour all over my cock
>feels good man
>escape and go home
>masturbate with her blood still on my cock

Best wincest is tasha's brother. And cbf posting that shit cause on mobile

>Part 15-2
I asked him if he really thought I was sexy and he said that several of his friends thought I was a MILF and joked about me and his friend’s dad at rehearsal on Friday night and whether or not we’d screw. Of course, he knew the truth now, but hadn’t said anything about it to his friends.
I asked him again if *he* thought I was sexy and he just smiled and said “if you weren’t my mom” and didn’t finish the sentence.
It took all of my willpower to not open my robe and tell him to pretend I wasn’t his mom.
We sort of sat there in silence for a moment or two until he had to go.
He kissed my cheek and told me I was a beautiful woman and that I shouldn’t feel guilty for anything.
And now I’m at work, wishing I’d turned my head to kiss him on the lips and really *kiss* him. And opened my robe for him.
God, it’s going to be a long day.

*
Bitch, I'm copy pasting a 35 page document I collected years ago, and I have to leave in 5 minutes. I don't have time to deal with formatting. Deal with it.

>Part 16
Okay, I’m Panicking Now.
My older son just called. He’s going to be home late since he’s staying at the library to work on a class project. He might be home around midnight or so.
My younger son, on the other hand, is on his way home now and should be here in about ten minutes.
I’m kind of panicked about the thought of him and me home alone now.
But thrilled and excited.
I think it’s time to get into the sexiest panties and a robe!

*
FYI.
Black silk robe. Comes to mid-thigh. The sash comes undone easily. No bra. Black thong. Nervous and wet as hell waiting for him to get home.

*
So he’s in his room, I’m in mine.
My door is open a little bit.
He liked what he saw when he got home. Asked if he’d interrupted anything. I told him no.
He just told me I looked good. Quoted Tony the Tiger, even, said I looked Grrrreat!
We chatted for a bit.
Then he went to his room to work on things and I came back here.

*

>Part 17-1, in fact I may not even finish..I'm only halfway...
Last Night and This Morning
I ended up masturbating last night with the door open some, moaning my younger son’s name. Not loudly, just enough that if he was at my door, peeking, he probably would have heard. I also talked a little dirty. Again, nothing too outrageous, but things like “oh baby, show mommy” and “do you like what you see” and “can I taste you baby” kind of things.
And no, the porn-world-logic gods were not with me, he didn’t barge into my room, cock in hand and make me get down on my knees and swallow him or throw me on to the bed and ravish me or anything like that. If he was watching, he was very quiet and didn’t make a sound. I think I might have to position a mirror or something so I can peek at the door when I’m in bed playing next time.
My older son got home around 11:30 or so, and made such a racket coming in that it sort of killed my sexy mood.
However, this morning, both boys were peeking and looking at me during breakfast. The younger one even joked about how he liked the robe I was in last night better. That of course made the older ask about the robe, and he joked that he was sorry he missed seeing me in it.
The younger one ragged on him for a bit, telling him that it was his fault he missed it. He stayed out late, so he didn’t get to see. My older one sort of mock-pouted and said he was probably going to be home late again today - but asked if he could stop by my room and see the “sexy robe” I wore.
Before I could say anything, my younger cut him off and said that nope, his brother wasn’t allowed to see it - that it was for his eyes only. Younger brother privilege. (Which is a long in-joke between them, it’ll take way too long to explain, but it’s basically one of the ways they sort of divvy up things - older/younger brother privilege.)

>Part 17-2
The older one did the mock-pout again and said that I’d just have to find a different robe for him and him alone.
I just sort of nodded and joked that maybe I would.
The younger one stuck around for a little bit after the older one left to go to class. He didn’t try to hug me or kiss me, he just sort of looked at me. Smiling. Almost a smirk.
Then he asked me to make sure I was wearing the same robe from last night when he got home today. I just sort of nodded and said I’d see what I could do.
Then he thanked me and went off to his classes.
And now I’m going to catch up on the inbox and tumblr and shower and go to work and try to get through my day as fast as I possible so I can get into my robe as soon as possible!

*

>Part 18
Tonight So Far
It’s about 7:45 or so as I write this.
My older son isn’t going to be home until 11 pm or midnight.
My younger son should be home around 8:30 or so.
I’m wearing the black silk robe again. Black lace panties too.
He asked me to wear the robe this morning and I’m doing so.
I’m scared and horny and terrified and so massively turned on.
The three glasses of wine aren’t helping either. Well, they are, sort of, but that’s part of the problem.
I’m scared this is going way way way too fast.
Not that I’ve lost control, but that I don’t know where we’re going to end up. I can’t see *there* from *here* and that worries me.
Fuck it.
Que sera, sera, right?
39 messages in the inbox. Let’s see if I can catch up before he gets home.

*

>Part 19-1
Fuck.
I need to calm down. I’m a mess and I’m hoping that writing this shit down will calm me down. I’m kind of freaking out right now and home alone for a little bit.
So my younger son got home and did a whole big “hi mom, I’m home” when he walked in. I got off tumblr, walked out and said hi and asked how his day was and he just looked at me and smiled and said that he was amused to see I was wearing the black silk robe.
I made some joke about how he asked me to wear it this morning and he just smiled and said he was glad I did it.
We wandered into the kitchen so he could get dinner and I was helping him and in the process, he bumped against me and I could feel he was hard. All i could think of was the video dreamingofincest had shared with me earlier of the mom in a black robe getting groped by her son as they messed around the kitchen.
He didn’t grope me though. He did ask me if I really wore the robe because he asked me too and I just nodded and said yeah. And he did that “turn around” gesture that guys do and I giggled like a teenager and turned around for him. He did a wolf whistle and joked about me being a milf.
I just blushed and said thank you and joked that I spun for him, so he needed to spin for me. He said he didn’t have a sexy robe to spin in so he’d pass for now.

>Part 19-2
Then he said the thing I was dreaming of and terrified to hear him say. “Do you want to open your robe for me?”
I froze and said I was his mom and I didn’t know if that was a good idea. He just sort shrugged and asked again.
I said I didn’t know.
He shrugged and said he was going to watch tv then, and if I wanted to join him I could.
I stayed in the kitchen for maybe 20 minutes. doing dishes, cleaning up, debating how far I really wanted to go.
I finally walked out and he was on the couch, shirtless. He just smiled and I sat down and we talked complete bullshit for a bit. Shit about his classes, his band. I couldn’t tell you what we said. We just talked.
And then he asked again.
And I did it. I undid my robe and just sat there, letting him look.
He just smiled and said thank you and went back to watching tv and looking at me.

>Part 19-3
It was so hot and fucked up just sitting there, topless. He didn’t try to touch me or do anything. He just looked and smiled.
I was nervous and shaking and finally asked him if he liked what he saw. He just smiled and said yes and pointed to his crotch. He was hard. I moaned a little and he just unzipped and pulled it out. He’s definitely bigger than his father was.
We sat there forever. Me topless, his cock out of his pants. He didn’t move towards me, I didn’t move towards him. But I couldn’t stop looking at his cock. He liked showing off for me.
I was working up the courage to do something. Anything. But I couldn’t, and he just stood up and said he’d forgotten something at college and would be back later and I shouldn’t wait up for him and left.
That was maybe 45 minutes ago.
I masturbated there on the couch, twice.
Had a crying fit.
This is messed up, damn it.
And fuck, I can only tell you guys and girls about it. I can’t fucking talking to my friends about this shit.
Fuck. Fuck.
I need more wine and shit.

It takes SECONDS to format properly new fag. Go fuck off with your shitty, bullshit story.

one of the few good, real, incest pics

>Part 20-1
Last Night and This Morning (15 - 16 Oct.)
So my older son got home at almost 12:30.
Fuck it, I’m tired of writing out “older son” and “younger son.”
Tom got home last night at almost 12:30. I was still up on tumblr, still kind of a mess, still freaking out about what had happened between me and Ed earlier.
Tom wasn’t quiet when he got home and stopped by my room to say hi and the first words out of his mouth were “wow, was that the robe you wore last night?” I hadn’t changed, by the way. I was still in the robe. I had closed it, but I was still in the robe and a little messy because I hadn’t cleaned up.
Before I could answer Tom, he realized I was a little distraught because he then asked me if everything was okay and where his brother was. I just said Ed was out because he’d forgotten something at school and went to get it.
Tom just sort of nodded and then asked me again if everything was okay. I told him that I wasn’t really certain if everything was okay. I should have lied, said everything was fine but I just was sort of tired and wrung out and said it.

...

Fuck off

>Part 20-2
He got really quiet for a bit and asked if the reason why everything wasn’t okay was because of what I’d been doing lately. I asked him what he meant, and he just said “you know, the things with the robe, showing off for us.”
I said I didn’t know what he meant and he just said that it was kind of obvious I’d been showing off for them, that there was no way I was accidentally forgetting my bras or not tying my robe tightly so many times. And he wanted to know if it was deliberate. If I was deliberately showing off for him and his brother.
I said that I knew it wasn’t right, but yes. I had been.
And he asked if I’d shown off for Ed that evening. I just nodded yes. He got really quiet and said that that was “messed up.” I just nodded yes again.
Then he said “show me.” I just looked at him and asked him if he meant that and said he wanted to see what his brother saw that evening. So I opened my robe for him. He just smiled and said that this was really messed up again and told me to take my robe completely off. So I did. He did the whole “turn around gesture” like Ed did earlier, so I did.


Approximately 10 seconds per post. 40+ parts...400 seconds. 7-8 minutes...And I leave in 3...and I just wasted 20 responding to your stupid ass.

>Part 20-3
He said this was really fucked up but that I was sexy. he asked me to take of my panties, and I did. He said he liked my landing strip and asked me to turn around again. He kept saying this was wrong and messed up, but kept asking me to show off for him and I kept showing off for him.
I pinched my nipples for him. I stroked my breasts and ass for him. He wouldn’t let me touch my pussy. I started to and he said not to do that. He unzipped and let me watch him jerk off. He kept saying the whole time that this was messed up and fucked up, but also kept saying I was sexy and wouldn’t let me touch my pussy and made me watch as he came.
Afterward, he said he’d talk to his brother for me but that maybe today I shouldn’t show off so much.
So this morning I wore a normal robe, wore a bra, tied it normally. And the boys were smiling and beaming and all cheerful. Both of them gave me big hugs and kisses this morning when they left and Tom whispered to me that he and Ed talked and we’d all talk this evening.
And fuck. I’m still really really confused and messed up.
And I’ll go through my inbox later. There were almost 40 things in this when I logged in this morning, but I don’t have time right now.
Fuck. This is messed up. But I don’t know what to think or do right now.
And I keep thinking that they have identical cocks, too.

*

>Part 21, skipping over some bullshit...to try and get better stuff..lot of bitching and complaining from her and posters because of a lack of updates.

*
A Mini Update of Sorts (Oct 16 - Oct 19)
I’m still not certain if I’m going to get into full details - especially given the number of “you owe me” messages I got.
But I can say that I’ve pretty much been either in just my robe (no bra, no panties) or naked when I’ve been home since Wednesday night.

The boys have been mostly undressed or naked too.

They’ve watched me masturbate. I’ve watched them masturbate.

We’ve kissed a lot. They’re very good kissers.

We’ve felt each other up.

No oral or fucking right now. Just touching and kissing and mutual masturbation and lots of dirty talk about how this is both hot and “messed up.”

There’s been some back and forth about how to handle this; who can initiate things, who can’t. Like - is it okay for them to ask me to undress? Can they order me to show off? Can I tell them to show me? Can Ed or Tom kick the other out and have a “private session?”

We’re still figuring this out.

And figuring out how far we’re going to go.
*

>Part 22
Cold Weather is Bad
It was 58 degrees today. The rest of the week, the warmest it will be is 47 degrees. It’s not truly as bad as it will get in winter. But it does kind of put the brakes on running around naked all day. Not unless I want a huge heating bill.
Which I’m very tempted to do.
Or maybe tell the boys we need to snuggle for warmth?
I know I wouldn’t mind being closer, getting more skin to skin contact. I don’t how they’d react, though. We’re still trying to figure out “the rules,” what is and isn’t okay.
Like, it’s okay to kiss. It’s okay to hug when naked. It’s okay for them to touch my ass. It’s okay for me to touch their cocks. But that’s all we’re doing for now.
And the fact that its too cold to walk around naked will probably stop that. Or make us get creative.
We’re still taking this moment to moment and don’t have a plan.

two pairs of the saddest tits i've ever seen in my entire life

10 seconds per post!? Jesus user you're a fucking retarded cuck faggot.

>Part 23-1
This Morning (Oct 21)
I’ve mentioned control a few times. That we’re fighting over control.
I think it’s not so much a power struggle over who gets to “run” the relationship, not a dominant/submissive thing, but more of a struggle over how far we can go, what we’re willing to do.
So it’s more of a self-control thing. Trying to figure out if we’re willing to break boundaries and cross lines.
For instance, this morning.
I didn’t wear a thin little robe. It’s 48 degrees right now, and even with the heat on in the house, it was brisk. Not exactly little thin black silk robe weather. It was normal fuzzy fleecy robe weather. I still didn’t wear anything under it and didn’t tie it shut, so I was flashing the boys and they were smiling and commenting that it was obviously cold. Ed joked it was “a wee bit nipply” even.
Of course, they were hard and I joked that the cold weather would affect them as well with shrinkage and all that. Tom joked that even with the chill, he’d be fine. I joked that I’d believe that when I saw it, so he unzipped and pulled out his cock right there.
Granted, I loved it, and I love seeing his (and Ed’s) cock, but my first thought wasn’t “I want to wrap my hand around that,” it was “is the kitchen table the right place to do this?”
>fuxing text limit

>Part 23-2
Okay, that’s a lie. My first thought *was* “I want to grab that cock” immediately followed by “is the kitchen table to right place to do this?”
The thing is, I’m pretty certain that they both realized I had that thought or something similar to it, because Ed just commented to Tom something along the lines of “dude, not while we’re eating.”
But if Ed hadn’t said anything, I might have done it. And I think Tom realized that I was *this close* to jerking him off at the breakfast table.
And the thing is, I don’t know if I want to get that “loose.” I kind of want to keep boundaries. I don’t want the boys thinking I’m a slut or toy to play with - I’m still their mom, after all. But fuck, it’s so tempting to just go for it, damn the consequences and not worry about precedent.
But I am worried. So - control. That’s kind of my watchword for right now.
(Of course, I still loved groping them and letting them grope me when I kissed them before they rushed off to classes… But that’s a different thing, right?)

* This Afternoon (Oct 22)
So, unrelated to incest, I’ve spoken with Ed’s friend’s father, the one I had a date with on the 11th and I fucked the hell out of.
Yeah, he wanted another date. Big surprise.
I’m seeing him again on Friday.
I think this time we’ll just skip straight to getting a motel room and order pizza.
No fancy dinner at the Ethiopian joint he wants to try (and I want to try too). Maybe later.
No “let’s see a movie.”
Just meet him at the motel and fuck and fuck and fuck.
And then maybe tell the boys about it on Saturday or at the usual big Sunday morning breakfast.

>Part 2...5...25..yes
This Morning (Oct 22)
Yes, I know I posted this afternoon’s news (date on Friday) already.
But I think the important thing happened this morning.
Yes, I did the “just in a robe and nothing else” at breakfast. And yes, the boys stared and were hard and smiled and encouraged me to open the robe more.
I have to admit it. There’s something just so hot and naughty about this taboo. I don’t think it’s the age thing - me being 39 and them being 19.
Of course, I haven’t flashed other 19 year old boys. Maybe I would have the same reaction.
But I think it’s more that these are my sons. My own boys being turned on and wanting me. That makes it hotter.
Anyway. We finished breakfast, chatted for a moment or two and then Tom gave me a kiss.
The big huge kiss. Tongue, hugging me, pressing against me, letting me feel his hard cock against my body, even grabbing and groping my ass. I moaned into his mouth and we kissed for a long time. It felt like hours, but it was probably a minute.
Then Ed kissed me. Tongues, groping my ass, rubbing against me. Again, I just moaned into his mouth as I kissed him back. Again, it felt like hours, but was maybe a minute.
I just stood there after the kiss, robe open, nipples hard, so turned on.
Tom asked me if I liked that. I just nodded. He said it was good for him too and took my hand and held it against his crotch and said something like “see what you’ve done?” Ed did the same with my other hand.
Again, it felt like it was hours, but it was probably a minute. Then Ed said they had to run. Tom just smiled and said he hoped I had a good day.
And he also said, and I quote, “If we had time. And you weren’t mom. The things we’d do.”
So yeah, it was a good morning.

>Don't Forget I have to solve 3 Captchas every fucking time I post, for some reason.

>Part 26-1
Last Night/This Morning (Oct 22 - 23)
Last night, when he got back from his band practice, around 11:30, Ed stopped by my room. I didn’t bother trying to cover up or hide the fact that I’d been masturbating. Not that I was a naked mess and had my rabbit out, but at the same time, I wasn’t trying to cover up or hide that I’d been looking at porn online.
He told me he’d heard I’d made a dad with his friend’s dad for this Friday. I told him that was right, and he wanted to know if I was going to fuck my date again. I told him that I probably was. I didn’t see why not. I mean, I went all the way on the first date, several times. It would be weird to not fuck now.
But I could see Ed was a little upset and I asked him what was wrong. He said he didn’t know if he liked the idea of me fucking his friend’s dad. That his friend’s dad had hinted at something to his friend, and the guys in his band all assumed we (me and the dad) were fucking. I said that we had fucked, so I didn’t see why it was a problem that the band thought we were fucking.
Ed said he didn’t like the idea of his friends talking about me sexually. I told him that he had told me that some of them called me a milf, so they’d obviously talked about me sexually before. I wanted to know what had changed between then and now.
Ed said that I knew what had changed. Then, he hadn’t seen me naked. Hadn’t kissed me. Hadn’t felt me up. Seen me masturbate. Let me watch him masturbate. Things were different now and he didn’t like his friends joking about how I was probably a great cocksucker or whether or not I liked it in the ass.
I told I’d never had anal sex, so I didn’t know if I liked it in the ass or not. And that I hadn’t sucked a lot of cock, so while I was probably okay at it and none of the men I’d blew ever complained, I probably wasn’t a world-class champion at it.

>Part 26-2
I could see he was getting hard but he was also getting kind of angry.
Finally he just asked me how far I wanted to go with “this thing.” Did I want to suck his cock? Fuck him? Fuck his brother? Get fucked in the ass by them? Have a threesome with them? He just asked question after question and didn’t let me answer.
When he calmed down some I told him the truth. I had no plan. I had no idea how far I wanted to go with “this thing.” That some little naughty part of me wanted to suck him and Tom off. Would love to get fucked by them, have a threesome with them, learn to enjoy anal with them, and just explore sex with them.
But that the mom part of me was scared shitless at the idea of doing this. Because it’s not how moms and sons are supposed to act. Because I have no idea how this will change our relationship. If it will fuck them up psychologically. if it’ll fuck me up psychologically. If I could still be a good mom to my sons after sucking their cocks.
The whole “can I control myself” and “can you control yourself” thing.
What happens if we get caught. Shame, jail, the whole nine yards.

>Part 26-3
I even started crying a little towards the end of my rant. He hugged me and kissed me, saying he didn’t know the answers either. They were normal mom/son kisses at first, but they got more passionate. Lots of tongue action. He got hard and I put my hand on his crotch and he drew back and said he didn’t know if that was a good idea right now and sort of drew back from me and we stopped kissing.
He ended up going to his room and jerking off. I could hear the bedsprings squeaking and all that. I was good and stayed in my room and played with Mr. Rabbit again.
This morning, the boys both kissed me before they left for class. Like yesterday, deep kisses, lots of tongue, lots of groping. Ed kissed me first, then Tom. Tom deliberately put my hand on his crotch and let me feel him up while we kissed. There was even that weirdly sexy kind of freaky string of spit between our mouths when we stopped kissing.
Tom said he didn’t know where “this thing” was going to go or end up either but he was enjoying the ride.
And now I need to catch up on tumblr and hustle to get to work. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long day.

*

>Part 27
This Morning (Oct 24)
The boys were very very very aggressive when kissing me and feeling me up this morning. Tom was practically dryhumping me as we kissed.
I kept thinking of that old Led Zepplin song. The whole “squeeze my lemon until the juice runs down my leg.” Because they way he was squeezing my ass, juice was running down my leg.
He just smiled and joked “did I do that?” when we finished.
God, it’s going to be a long day. I’m horny and frustrated and going to quickly buzz through tumblr to get off before I run to work.
A small part of me knows it’s wrong to get so turned on by my own sons, but fuck - I’m realizing more and more I’m getting turned on *because* they’re my sons.

*

holyjesusfuckingchrist

>Part 28
Quiet Night So Far. (Oct 24)
Just me, home alone with tumblr and porn.
Ed’s rehearsing with his band, Tom’s working on a project at school.
I kind of can’t wait for them to get home and check in with me like they’re supposed to when they come home late.
I’ve been thinking about them both all day. And I hope they’ve been thinking about me too!

*
Quickie Update (Oct 25)
So this morning, the boys were asking me about my date tonight. How late I’d be out, where we were going, all that. Kind of playful, like they were before the last time I went out with this guy.
Tom asked if I was going to fuck him, like his brother had asked earlier.
I said I most likely was going to.
He kidded and asked me if I was going to think about him or Ed when I was fucking this other guy.
I said I most likely was going to.
He *loved* that.
After he kissed me this morning he whispered “think of me tonight” and “I’ll be thinking about you.”
This is going way way way too fast, but I kind of like it.
>And then she got banned from Tumblr. That's all she wrote folks..Feel free to reformat the text into something more readable for another thread. Hope you liked!

Wow. Is there more?
>i share 33 mutual friends with her..
Is the scam about to be revealed?

Thanks

I've got a few

And that's it. Have less than I thought on my fone

Where can I find the document so I can keep reading after you leave?

This is a true story, so it's not super exciting and doesn't end with us immediately fucking. If you like real actual incest stories though, maybe you'll enjoy.

> Be me, 28, nerd, married with a kid
> Cousin, just 18, female, cheerleader, danceline, etc
> She's smoking hot
> Been texting, been drinking
> Making poor decisions about the direction of the conversation
> Get the nerve to tell her that I had a huge crush on her when she was "younger"
> She tells me she had a crush on me at the same time
> She doesn't think it's weird
> Both thought the other was just being friendly

Conversation didn't go much further but from then on our texts would get flirty and racy, especially when she was horny. Nothing overt about each other though.

We live several states away from each other, so fast forward to Thanksgiving that year...

> See her in person first time since the revelation
> Feel awkward as fuck, she's still hot as fuck
> Trying to figure out how long of a hug is too long
> She is acting totally normal like nothing happened
> I realize I'm reading too much in to it
> We have a traditional family movie night when I'm in town
> Need to plan so I text her 'Want to hang out tonight?'
> 'Sure!'
> Before I can reply another comes in
> 'As long as you buy me a drink first ;)'
> Oh shit

cont.

> Make plans to meet up outside my hotel
> Wife doesn't want to go, kid is too little, so just me
> Cousin shows up in PJ pants and t-shirt like the 18yo she is
> "Where's your GF cuz?" (she's bi)
> Cousin says "She didn't want to go" and shrugs
> So it's just us
> Tell myself to not get excited
> She grabs my arm, squishes next to me, looks up at me with her absolutely fucking amazing eyes and says "So it's just us"
> I fail at not getting excited
> "So about that drink..."
> In a southern state where you can buy alcohol in a styrofoam cup and carry it around with you (you know the one)
> We go grab a couple, and sneak them into the theater
> Acting like teenagers on a date
> I feel nervous
> Walk into theater, she immediately pulls me to back row
> Someone already there
> She pouts, then finds us a spot where not too many people are sitting
> Movie starts, drinks come out
> Still trying not to get my hopes up
> A few minutes in, her leg is rubbing against mine slowly
> glanced over and saw her hand resting on her inner thigh
> fingers lightly dragging across every time she moved her leg against mine
> rhythm was imperceptibly slow
> touch was very subtle
> but it was happening

I'm lurking, cont please

> watched her a few minutes
> trying to decide if this was for me, or if I was just misreading it
> looked at her face
> she looked me in the eyes, then closed them
> leaned her head back
> I made my move
> reach over put my hand on top of hers
> move her hand up her thigh
> thin PJ bottoms she was wearing, was almost like touching skin
> felt her pussy against the side of my hand
> the heat first, then it touched
> she let out the slightest moan and pressed against my hand
> I turned her own hand around
> pressed it to her pussy
> she started touching herself, letting my hand guide hers
> (from our conversations she knew I loved this)
> couldn't believe what i was doing

Where's the rest, man?

> began to explore her as much as I could in this public place
> ran my fingers across her arms
> traced her legs
> watching her get more turned on
> Her fingers started moving in tighter circles
> her hand grabbed my arm
> I watched her as she pulled me close
> we kiss as she stifles her moans on my mouth
> it's amazing
> she leans over on to me, collapsing
> snuggles her face into my shoulder
> "thanks user"


It was a long time before more happened, but that was our first time.


Sorry it's not more interesting.

honestly I'm just glad someone's creating content. I prefer a slower, well-written story to:
>have sister
>walks in on me
>my dick out
>we fuck
>bel-air-osaur

bump

any name of that milf pornstar?

keep going user

Time for work, I'll keep an eye out for a wincest thread tonight.

damn oh well. best of luck

this looks familiar, what is it?

a cartoon/illustration.

Power pack kelly

more pls