Incest

After his mother had gone, Bobby sat motionless on the toilet, head thrown back, his eyes closed and his entire being reeling from the experience. First, having suffered the humiliation of being caught masturbating by his mother, but then having his mother boldly encourage him to do it in front of her while she looked on not three feet away and even took off her blouse and bra and let him look at her bare breasts and huge dark nipples while he did it. He still couldn’t believe that he had actually had an orgasm right in front of his own mom as she watched; he really did jack off while she watched and had the most powerful orgasm of his life as she goaded him on by talking sexy and even playing with her …

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Another long story from my archives. Bobby sat on the commode in the plush upstairs bathroom with a thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs of nude women in his left hand and his K-Y jelly-lubricated erection in his right. As he stared at a waist-to-head picture of a particularly sexy brunette with medium sized breasts he slid his jelly-slick hand slowly up and down his hard penis while trying to imagine what it would be like to have this woman sitting live across from him watching him jacking off instead of just staring back at him lifelessly from a piece of paper. Nonetheless, as he stroked himself that good sensation in his groin continued to build. It wouldn’t be long now before his cock would spew out that marvelous white jism onto the face of …

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The next two days found Mattison nervous, tense and walking around with a massive, throbbing hard-on as Friday night approached. He’d already arranged to bring his daughter Joan and little Teri out to the cabin that night, warning each not to tell anyone where they were going. Teri told her father, the chief of police, that she was going to the movies with Joan. Mattison told his wife that he was taking Joan to the movies. Neither girl suspected what he had in mind. Again and again Mattison told himself he was crazy, that he was toying with disaster, that a depraved three-way with two teenagers, his own daughter included, was the height of foolishness. But every time he saw the girls, a wild, uncontrollable lust pounded in his blood. It was a diabolical kind …

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At ten o’clock exactly, Joan Mattison emerged from the studio where she took her ballet classes and found her father waiting for her in his car. She scrambled in and the car took off swiftly. She could not see her father’s immense hard-on straining at his pants in the darkness of the car, or the look of tense lust on his face. “How’d the lessons go?” Her father asked. “Oh, great, Daddy.” As lovely as her figure was for such a young girl, Joan would never be a ballet dancer and they both knew it. Nor did she really want to be, but girls took these classes to keep their young bodies supple and limber and to give them grace. As a curious side effect of her ballet lessons, which she’d been taking since she …

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