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When I was 16 and my sister was 14, she was constantly a bitch to me. No matter what I did, it pissed her off. We lived on a farm and had played doctor and fooled around bunches until I got a girlfriend about 6 months before. I didn’t know that Amy was just jealous of the time I was spending with my girlfriend.

One afternoon, I had just put the tractor in the barn, when Amy came out and started in on me.

“Jesus Christ, you almost ran over the dog when you came through!.”

I had had it. I reached around her and pulled the door shut. We were alone in the barn. “Why have you been such a bitch?” I asked.

“You have ignored me ever since you started dating Mary.”

“THAT’S your problem??”

“We used to have so much fun together and now you don’t even talk to me,” she whined.

With that, I picked her up and turned her over me knee and pulled down her jeans. “You are acting like a child and I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Amy struggled as I tugged off her jeans, fought so hard that I also pulled off her panties. Her bare white ass was set off by the magnificent tan from working in her bikini.

My cock was stiffening as I spanked her pretty little ass. Amy stopped struggling and her pussy was dripping as I felt my hand warming her ass. Our dog, Tony, was a large collie, he was great bringing the cows in for milking, but was now sniffing the air. He could tell that a juicy pussy was nearby.

“So Amy, you haven’t been getting enough attention, eh? Well that’s going to change. Here, boy.”

Tony came over and immediately put his nose into Amy’s sticky twat. “Don’t let him do that!” she yelled.

I just smiled as I spread her ass cheeks for the dog. He licked from her clit to her asshole and back. Amy was reacting to the rough tongue going where only I had before. She climaxed as I held her immobile.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told Amy.

“Enough is enough. You’ve had your fun. Let me go!” She protested.

“No Amy, enough is not enough. You came, but Tony didn’t. If you take good care of him, maybe he’ll eat you again.” I pushed her off my lap and onto the barn floor. Pulling her shirt and bra up over her titties, I reached down and sqeezed her nipples hard. Amy was crying when she realized that the dog was going to fuck her, no matter what she wanted. My own cock was stiff as her face pressed against my pants and Tony began riding her leg, masturbating furiously.

Laughing at her predicament, I grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him forward. His sliver like cock was thrusting in the air, but soon found pay dirt. Tony soon had worked his entire dick into my sister’s tight little pussy. Despite herself, the friction soon had Amy panting like a bitch in heat. Her open mouth, so close to my cock, proved too much. Unzipping my pants, I pushed her face onto my trouser snake. Even though Amy had given me a couple of hand jobs and I had jerked her off, sucking my prick had been too far out and she had refused, before.

Now she gobbled my cock like it was a peppermint stick. Amy, Tony and I all came at the same time. While Tony remained locked tightly into her first time fucked twat, I wiped off her chin and told her, “From now on, I own you. You are nothing more than a dog fucker and I will tell everyone what you did, unless you do exactly as I tell you.”

She just hung her head, “I know.”

For the next 2 years, until I left for college, I used her for all kinds of adventures. All my friends fucked her. Maybe, I’ll give you more details later. She had 2 years of hell and to this day, 20 years later, sucks my cock every time I tell her to.

I had to break it to the guys at lunch. My dad was supposed to drive us to the WWF wrestling show next week, but now he has to be out of town, so my mom is going to drive us. At least my dad watches wrestling with me a little bit, and is more of a regular guy, but Mom is pretty conservative, and might put a damper on things sitting with us in the stadium.This was supposed to be really good. Five of us boys going to the WWF live, followed by a sleep-over at my house, and no school the next day because of a teacher’s institute day. It was me, Glen and Kyle, two of my long-time friends, and Al and Cory, two cool guys that we just started hanging with.

“Guys, my dad can’t drive us, so my mom’s going to go with us,” I told them at the lunch table.

“That’s alright,” said Glen, and Kyle and Al nodded.

I moaned, “You guys don’t mind being seen with my mom there?”

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“No!” said Kyle, “Your mom’s hot looking!”"Yeah!” agreed Glen and Al. Cory had never met my mom, and just smiled.

I thought to myself “Hot? They think my mom’s hot?” I didn’t feel so weird now, because I thought she was hot, too.

When I went home, I told Mom what Kyle and Glen had said. “They called me hot?” she asked again. I don’t know if she was amused or flattered or both, but she had a smile on her face. “Do you think I’m hot?” she asked me.

“Yea,” I stammered, although this was the first time I ever said that to her.

“I thought you did,” she said.

 started looking at Mom differently a few months ago. She’s a big-titted brunette, with long legs, and a nice ass for a woman turning forty. I wondered what she looked like naked. I liked looking at her tits hanging free in the nightshirt that she wore to bed. I hung out near her bedroom door, hoping that she would leave it open a little when she undressed. I got as far as seeing her in her bra and panties. That was a turn-on, but I really wanted to see her tits, or her ass or bush. I snuck in her room and looked in her underwear drawers. Her bras were size 38C. Most of her bras and panties were white and conservative, but she had a couple of black silk panties. I wondered when she wore those. Mom noticed me hanging around, and even teased me about it. Once she caught me looking down her blouse when she was leaning over. She just smiled and said; “See something you like down there?” Read the rest of this entry »

Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.

Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.

He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment’s notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.

Lonnie’s mother was in her early thirties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.

Lonnie’s mother knew he was ‘at that age.’ She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Lonnie knew she had seen him. But she hadn’t said anything about it, so Lonnie had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.

He thought abut his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he’d seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark-naked. But she hadn’t acted embarrassed when Lonnie saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress….

Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini.

Kathy Matlis was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and violet, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the ‘bare necessities.’ Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed.

Lonnie watched her as she stepped up onto the diving board. God, she is so sexy! he thought. He felt his dick start to grow and stiffen. She stood for a few seconds on the board and then dived into the pool. Lonnie’s cock stood at attention. It throbbed and ached.

She saw him standing by the pool and called out: “Come on in, the water’s fine!”

Lonnie jumped in and swam toward his mother. She smiled and swam away with Lonnie in pursuit. They began playing in the water, splashing each other and playing tag. He caught her from behind and she laughed and splashed and squirmed to break away. Her rear end brushed upon his crotch and he gasped with the sensation. She was still squirming around and trying to break free and once again her rump swept across his groin. With a groan, he pressed his crotch forward. He hissed when his prick made contact with her butt. It was as if his peter had a mind of its own. It took over completely.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and began humping her rump, pumping his hard throbbing dick upon her ass. Nothing could have stopped him; he was beyond all control.

“Oh, ah, unh, oh Mom!” he panted as he humped her.

“Oh Lonnie, oh baby,” his mother said softly. She halfheartedly made as if to break away. He kept pumping on her rump with his rock-hard cock. “Oh Mom, oh, I can’t stop–oh, it feels too good to stop!” Read the rest of this entry »

“Beep, beep, beep.” The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn’t looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn’t required to take.

My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn’t look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5′5″, 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I’ve ever seen.

An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor’s name. If I had, I wouldn’t have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.

” Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39…” She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn’t happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.

After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn’t tell anybody I was her son. She didn’t want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.

The first couple of weeks weren’t that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I’d always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, “Hey, look at that ass, don’t you want to fuck her?”. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m a college senior and a dorm advisor. Some of the younger coeds recently told me about your site and I was curious enough to log on. I was surprised to find stories from other girls who had been involved in incestuous relationships with their brothers. Part of me says these stories - 2 Plus 2 and Forbidden Obsession - are the product of a creative imagination. But if there is truth to the stories, then I feel less alone.

I was involved briefly with in an intense sexual relationship with my brother about 6 years ago. It was a time in my life where I had a lot of growing up to do. Admittedly, I was a conceited, self centered brat who could reasonably have been described as a bitch.

My brother and I got involved when I was dealing with the being dumped by my boyfriend. I was devastated. Not so much because he dumped me, but because I didn’t know how to deal with the rejection. We were one of the cool couples. He was a star jock and I was a cheerleader and Junior Class Homecoming Queen. In my mind, we were the storybook couple everybody envied and he went and ruined it.

The truth is we were an on again, off again couple and created all kinds of unnecessary drama. We started dating when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore. I gave him my virginity as an early Christmas present that year and from that point on we screwed at least 3 times a week. One night, during spring break of that year, he talked me into putting out for him and 3 of his friends because he was curious about what it would be like to watch me have sex with another guy. It was my first, but not my last gang bang.

The reason I let the guys do a train on me was conceit. From 8th grade summer on, I knew I had the kind of body guys of all ages drool over. Even at that early age, my measurements were an impressive 35B-24-33 and I was very aware that guys were watching me when I strutted along the lakefront in my bikini. I have a very pretty face with silky blonde hair and big blue eyes. I’m just average in height at 5-4 ½ but I have long pretty legs and a killer ass. Like I said, I was a JV cheerleader in 9th grade and on game days, guys would wait at the bottom of the steps to watch me walk up them in my short, tight cheerleader’s outfit.

By 9th grade, my breasts had developed even more to a very full C-cup size. I was a tease and the idea of getting naked in front of several guys, and having sex in front of them too appealed to my ego. Like I said, my boyfriend and I were on again, off again. We broke up as summer vacation started between my freshman and sophomore year. He said we both needed our freedom. I took advantage of my new found freedom and screwed 14 new partners that summer. They were all guys I met on vacation, at either tennis or cheerleading camps, or older guys I met at various places. I didn’t want to start screwing guys from school because that would have been setting me up to be known as the school slut. Even though my gang bang was no secret, I was able to excuse it away as something I had done to please my boyfriend.

There was no guilt involved in all my summertime antics because, as Ross and Rachael might say, we were on a break.

We reunited that fall, broke up again for two months mid-year, got together again for 6 months, broke up again for a month, then re-united yet again. Each time we were apart I got banged by plenty of guys, mostly older ones.

So about 3 months into my junior year, my boyfriend dumped me. This time it wasn’t a case of our having a dramatic break up. He just dumped me for another girl. I was shocked and pissed.

I promptly went out and got banged. The first time was with a friend who worked in shoes at the department store where I was working temporarily in gift wrapping. He was older and I knew I could trust him not to talk. The next night I ran into an older 37 year old divorcee whose daughter I used to baby sit. We went to his apartment and I experienced my first really over-sized penis. It was about 10 inches long and really wide. Up until then, I had never had more than about 7 ½ inches worth of penis inside of me. I was intimidated but he was gentle and patient. I couldn’t take all of him inside of me that first night. He fucked me about 7 inches deep and I had a couple of really intense orgasms. After a couple of sessions I was able to take him completely into me and really enjoyed his stamina, experience and concern over my pleasure. Sex was therapeutic; if my boyfriend didn’t want me, other men did. Read the rest of this entry »