Who doesn't have an Uncle Bubba, with the beer belly and obnoxious belching, or the Aunt Petunia with the bright red lipstick and too-tight pants? We all have at least one person in the family tree we'd all wish would be plucked. If your relatives would make a good comedy routine, then we want to hear about them. This category is for all those stories about loud aunts, drunk brothers, flatulent uncles, and slutty sisters.

Mom Modeling Lingerie For Son

Before bed I lounge in sleepwear. Not quite an exhibitionists but I do enjoy modeling. I just don't anyone to know, realize, or think of me as modeling. Maybe I am a tester to learn what works and doesn't. What is liked and what is not. It is good but bad, but it's just fun and moms sexy time. And it works! I secretly analyze the position, stiffness, and swelling of my sons arousal meter. My sons reaction sets my naughty, nasty, and horny tone. Sometimes just the sight and strength of my sons boner trying to poke through sends chills throughout my body. And once I am primed, it's off to the bedroom before stripping the seductive nightie and climbing into bed to attack a husband that is asleep or close to it. Then I awaken him just enough to know I my pussy is wet and eager to fuck. Before I go to bed, I am always ready so we usually fuck at lease five nights a week. On the weekends my husband stays out super late fishing, playing cards, drinking, or whatever men friends do. So my weekend bedtime is not as routine. My son can be more thrilling but definately challanging on weekends. Our evening bondings are extended because dad is not home and it is a no-school night. Finally off to bed, an overly horny mom leaves her bedroom door open for dad. But an itch hits and I deliberately stand full frontal to the doorway and caress my boobs before sliding my hands downward and over my pussy. My fingers graze pussy lips through silk soaked fabric creating a jolt the second I hit my throbbing swollen clit. Then concern in realizing my son clearly surveyed my semi-exposed pussy shining through thin tight wet silk undies. Confusion as to why I moved my pussy close and eye level causing my son to grow a massive erection as hard as could be. I knew it had to be aching. I continued and slowly undressed with the possibilty my sons eyes were lurking from the shadows and admiring his hot mom. I couldn't tease anymore and started fingering my hungry pussy. I was listening for my sons slapping noise while trying to remain silent. At least keep my moans and strokes at a minimum. I had several mini orgasms until loosing all inhibitions on my way to the Big O. Unless my son was asleep he definately heard moms pleasure yelps. While masturbating I crossed the line by allowing crazy fantasies of climbing into bed and arousing my husband as usual but after a few minutes of fucking, I realize it is my son. I tried a year ago to set rules but my husband only says boys will be boys. I am probably more to blame for the increased sexual arousal my son and I have for each other. Part of the problem is my husband doesn't pay attention to his son's growth. I don't want my husband to observe our sons big bulge and massive hardons, but maybe once if he saw his sons stroking he would know he is big and sexy. This horny mom is going down a dangerous slope with her son. I am ready to pounce on his cock and ride until I feel his spasms and a hot release hit the wall of my vigina. At least to just to get the teasing over with, after we fuck for hours. Then I explain all the modeling was for him and him only.

  • Too Young To Know Better A Man Took Us As His Own

    First I think that being Jewish has been the biggest influence in my life. I grew up middle class, my parents are both professionals and I never missed a meal or slept on the cold hard floor. I went to a nice state university and graduated with a degree in Public Administration. I really, really wanted to work for the good of mankind. I followed the advise of my school counsellor and went on for a masters degree. That's where I met Mary.

    Mary comes from a similar background, except she is Christian and we got along from day one. We agreed to room together and one night, after midnight, after watching a tear jerking chick flick she kissed me on the cheek, then the mouth, then she grabbed my boob and I laid back on the couch and she kissed me and got my boob out and she ended up kissing me down there. Mary likes girls and Mary liked me.

    I was embarrassed and confused. She apologised but it was too late. She came to my room after we went to bed and said she could no longer sleep alone and she got in bed with me and insisted on holding me, spooning me, pressing her boobs into my back. She cupped my boobs and turned me over and made love to me again, this time taking off my nightgown and my panties and she got undressed and she pressed her hot warm pussy in my face and I licked her back until I had to force an orgasm on her. We slept naked.

    That was the beginning of my love life with Mary. We kidded that we would give our kids the famous JudeoChristian values. We would raise our children right. Where these children were going to come from? We didn't talk about that. But all that talk drove us to look for a donor, a man to make us mothers. Only that man never left us alone after that. He wasn't satisfied with one baby or two or three or four, he wanted a half dozen children and he used us for that.

    He never left us alone, he was oversexed and one wasn't enough. He was going to have sex and he didn't care from which one of us and he did not care at all if we got pregnant again. We spent ten years having babies and having him get on top of us. One day I said, enough. Give us space, let us be. But he said it's your lot in life, and he continued to have sex with us.

    Our lot was making babies, running the house, investing our educations in raising our babies and being their first teachers before they went off to school. He wanted our kids to be in a first class private education, with little uniforms and all that. We were room mothers and hosted birthday parties several times a year. We got up in age, into our middle thirties and he complained that there were no more babies in the house. We had completed the half dozen kids he always wanted so we had two more just for fun.

    We had joked when we first met about JudeoChristian values, well we were in the middle of it, teaching those values every single day. We changed more diapers and wiped more runny noses than any other women we know. For two girls who found each other and scared to tell our families we were not ever getting married, we have lived for eighteen years with a man and birthed eight babies for him. Sex is the glue and he doesn't quit, not then, not now. If he wanted us when we were young, he wants more now that we are not. Where that energy comes from we don't know, we do know that we will not sleep well until he is sound asleep having satisfied himself that we are by his side.

    In the end, we confessed to our families that we were living with a man and he wanted us to both have babies so he had gotten us pregnant and he wanted more so that is how we were going to live. My Jewish upbringing called to me and her Christian upbringing called to her and our children and our house is a mishmash of Jewish and Christian traditions. Christmas tree and Hanukkah.

    Merry Christmas to all, and Happy Hanukkah. Mary and Rachel and Thomas, we have to include him as well.

    Daughter-wife?

    When I was a teenager, I was close with a girl in my neighborhood. She was not much older, but her age was problematic since we developed more than friendly feelings. She let me fool around with her, we kissed and went on dates often. One day, while I was 15 and she was 19, she let me have sex with her. She got pregnant, abortion wasn't legal where I'm from back then, and she did want to keep the baby. She asked me to stay out of the picture, and since a baby would have ruined my college prospects, I willingly agreed. She moved away shortly after telling me the news and I never heard of her again. I went on to college, graduated, moved abroad, got married, then divorced and returned home with my broken heart.
    A few years later I meet this girl. She's quite a few years younger than me, but we don't mind: we really hit it off and our chemistry is great. Sexually, we're the bomb together. She wants the same things that I want and we love each other. We're both lonely souls, in that our respective parents were both dead (hers was a single mom), we had no siblings or any other extended family, and wanted to start a family. We decide she should move in with me, skipping the marriage part because we think it's a waste of money. We get pregnant and have a healthy baby girl.
    One day, she decides to move in some of her old stuff in storage, which she had stashed away since she had spent some years traveling around without a fixed home. She pulls out some old photos so I can finally see what her mother was like. You see where this is going: I take a look and it's that girl I had sex with when I was 15. Realizing I was the father of my own partner left me shocked, and I couldn't hide it. She asked me what was wrong and had to tell her the truth. We both freaked out. She lashed out at me: her mother had told her that I had walked out on her, possibly as a way to not feel so guilty about raising her alone. I explained everything to her, but that didn't change the fact that, biologically, we were a father and daughter that had been a couple for years. We both felt conflicted, even disgusted. We both had to take some time apart of each other. I could have suspected from our age difference, but she looked nothing like her mother, and she was registered only under her mother's last name, which is a very common one (even though my name does appear in her birth certificate).
    After some thinking, talking and self-therapy (because this isn't the sort of thing you take to a therapist), we got back together. We came to the conclusion that, in our ignorance, out love had been honest, our attraction was still there, and we had built something beautiful together, regardless of biology and chance. We're still a happy family with a beautiful, healthy girl... and with the added kink that she's since been turned on by calling me daddy when she cums...
    Not even our close friends have a way of discovering this and, unless we tried getting married, no one could possibly know until we die (we just hope we can hide this from our daughter even beyond that). But now that we're a bit turned on by it since finding out, I wanted to get it out in the world somehow: yes, we're in the most taboo of all relationships, but nothing else would make us happier.

  • The Truth Is Here We Just Don't Like It.

    It wasn't my choice but my sex education began just after my first holy communion..
    I knew it was wrong but I would be lying to say it wasn't enjoyable at the time and I certainly orgasmed. Then nothing for another 7 years and this was different surrounded by guilt. I had lots of therapy regarding my childhood, and ended up getting pregnant at 18, married at 19 I had a strapping 16 year old son and I was in my late 30s.
    His life was different to mine. I married a builder we had money I didn't play around, but I didn't love my husband.
    Yes I did love my son and in my mind I thought because he was given his childhood and an appropriate support network around him he was stable enough to have a sexual relationship with his mother.
    It happened we had sex and its happened intensely and periodically. He has been married and has now divorced. His father has died. He's financially stable. He's very angry now and during the summer he rpaded out of sheer anger of my seduction of him as a young man.
    I feel I need help mentally as I wait in vain for him to be angry with me again and all he has been is apologetic.

    I can summarise that his introduction was better than my introduction but I hope he breaks the cycle.

    I Apologize Mom

    Many years ago as a young man in his teens and early twenties, I had a bad alcohol abuse problem. Unfortunately in my family, we are people who black out when drinking to excess, not able to remember a minute of what happened except for little flashes of memory every now and then. I’m now in my fifties and haven’t touched a drop since my mid twenties but at an age of sixteen, I was a large athletic kid who played and partied hard. One morning after a binge drinking night, I awoke finding myself nude and in my mother’s bed. I was shocked, so shocked that I blew out of that bed, grabbed a pillow covering myself as best I could to leave her room. Looking down the hallway, I could see my mother sitting in the kitchen looking very angry. I went into my room got dressed and came back out to face the wrath. I was very scared because I couldn’t remember anything. My two girlfriends in the past told me that while under the influence I would become very sexually aggressive where they felt scared and not in control. My fear was did I have any sexual contact with my mother. I sat down with her and apologized profusely. She said, that I came into her room fully nude and threw her out of her own bed demanding that she leave what I apparently thought to be, my room. All I thought was, thank God that’s all that happened.
    Fast forward many years: My mother passed five years ago. My sister just revealed to me last month, that our mother confided in her but not our youngest sister, that that night, I came into her room nude with a full erection, pinned her down and forcefully performed oral on her and actual intercourse. She told my sister that the look in my eyes had her very scared. This news has me literally mentally and emotionally destroyed. I so wish she had told me. I would have wanted a chance to apologize and do what I could to repair, if possible, the wrong. It may very well have scared me sober much sooner saving me from too many alcohol induced bad decisions. My sister said, mom had her promise not to say anything because she knew I had no recollection of what had happened but my sister felt now that she had passed, that I should know. I truly wish she hadn’t told me because I feel powerless to do anything. I’m having a very rough time with it all and my inability to fix any of it.

  • All In The Family

    When I was 13 my oldest sister, then a full figured 19 year old, came home very much under the influence. She could hardly speak let alone walk. I got it because our parents were away for the weekend, she and my brother (21) like to turn on the bad, with when the cats away, behaviours. I tried to help her to her room but her being at the time, bigger than I, it was impossible. As I attempted to get her up on her feet I could see with her mini skirt, that she wasn’t wearing panties. I gave up on moving her lifeless body and let her lay there on the floor. I stared at her exposed hairy pussy. I couldn’t help but spread her legs giving me a much greater access to her vulva, my very first exposure to a real life one! I gave it an intense inspection, moving her her lips and pee-flaps open. I went as far as lifting her legs up sniffing her, getting a full shot of her anus and slit putting my fingers in her. I took note of a white substance oozing from her twat. It was obvious that she had been freshly fucked. I of course had a rock hard erection through all this. I knew what I was wanting to do was wrong but my urge was stronger. I took off my pants and entered her pussy with my dick. I could not believe how fucking great it felt coming in but one minute of being in her. She just laid there every now and then moaning. I undid her top exposing her incredible breasts. I felt them, suckled on them, they were great. She moaned, looked at me and smiled saying, “You little fuck! Stick your cock in me!” I did again, lasting maybe 3 minutes before cumming. She said, “Help me up you little shit.” I did, helping her to my room since it was a lot closer than hers. I gave her several glasses of water to help her sober up. After about an hour, she told me to take off her clothes, now with her laying naked on my bed. She told me to get naked as well. “Nice cock for such a little guy” she said. She placed my cock in her mouth, sucking me to orgasm. I thought she was chocking on my cum, which she was, followed by her puking all over my bedding. It was a hell of a mess. Her entire night of whatever, blowing out her mouth. She got up, showered and went to her own room. I thought it was a one off night but sis would often come home intoxicated and not, crawling into my bed and fucking me hard. Many years have gone by now, she’s been married and divorced twice and I once. Last week she came for a visit. After a few we reminisced about our sex life decades ago into her mid twenties.
    We thought, what the fuck and did it again.
    Talk about loving the one you’re with.

    Cousin Snuck In My Tent

    So when I was 16 I went to a camping together with my uncle, aunt and their daughter (my cousin). I had a separate tent to them since the trailer they had only had place for 3 people to sleep. So I set up the tent together with my cousin. Emma was 15 at the time and she is very attractive with her long blond hair and she already developed some tits. I stared at her cleavage a bit and she caught me looking. I quickly looked away but Emma just laughed a bit. The tent was eventually set up and we all went to sleep. Suddenly I wake up in the middle of the night. My cousin had gone to my tent and woke me up. I was worried that something was wrong but she said that she owed me a peak of her tits. So she then took her top off and she had her tits fully exposed. They were so beautiful and it was my first time seeing boobs in real life. I asked if I could touch them and Emma answered with off course. They were so soft and my dick became really hard. She noticed it and wanted to see it as well a bit of tit-for-tat. So I showed them and she was a bit in awe. Emma had never seen a dick in real life so this was a first for the both of us. She wanted to touch it and began jerking it a bit. She got wet herself and asked if I could touch her as well down there. So we both were doing this for the first time and eventually I just asked if she wanted it inside her. Emma was a bit hesitant at first but she agreed. So she laid on her back and I put my dick in her. She gasped and her breathing became heavy as I slowly went in and out. After a couple of times I couldn't hold it anymore and I came in her. She was disappointed because it was over so soon. I offered to finger her so she would be more satisfied and that is what she wanted. So I fingered her a bit (well tried to because first time). So eventually was more satisfied and went back to the trailer. So next night we fucked some more and I could hold it more. We did this for the rest of the holiday for around a week. Afterwards we fucked sporadically some more.

    Holiday Pleasure

    I recently cought my 18 year old niece being a little slut. While getting something out of the car I saw her light turn on in her basement bedroom. Obviously I slowly and quietly bent down to take a look without being seen to see what was going on. To my surprise I see her with her boyfriend and starts peeling of her thong and getting on to her knees while putting a ponytail up, next she's topless. Now I'm like ok yeah shes going to give him a blowjob whatever almost all is girls do it... No big deal. So I watch for a little bit and am about to leave until another dude enters the room also naked with a full on boner. Now I'm like holy shit and have to see what happens. Dude walks up to her and the boyfriend and she just starts sucking both dicks and sucking them well. She blew them for a solid 5 or 6 minutes and I mean like she was sucking like a pornstar, deepthroating, ball sucking back and forth to both cocks. Finally the boyfriend grabbed her ponytail and was face fucking her then blew a massive load on her face and quickly following that the other guys jizzed on her face too and there was a lot...looked like she spilled cake batter on her face. It was incredible to watch but now ever time I see her I just picture her with dicks and cum on her face. I still love her though she my niece and I would be lying if I said I would never do that. I let me husband cum on my face every so often

    Stepdaughter Weekend

    I've got a wife away on a conference, plenty of beer in the fridge and a hot and naked stepdaughter in my bed eager to earn some extra allowance. I think it's going to be a good weekend!

  • Spying On My Step-Sister

    My parents got divorced when I was in middle school and my dad and I moved to Chicago from rural Montana. He worked at a law firm, and we got a pretty nice apartment downtown, in an old building that was renovated. I guess my bedroom had been half of a bigger room before the renovation, and the contractors had just used plywood or something to build a new wall to separate the room into two. (This is going to be important later, I promise).

    I didn't love starting high school in a new city, without any friends, but one thing I did like was that the city girls were just way hotter than the country girls I was used to - at least, that's how it seemed to me at the time. I was way too shy and nerdy to talk to any of the popular kids at school, let alone the girls, but believe me that I jacked off A LOT to some of the curvy, blonde juniors and seniors.

    Flash forward a year, and my dad had met this woman who worked at his firm, and got married again. She was a single mom, and I got to know her a fair bit before they got married, obviously, because she was around a lot (some other stories there... maybe for another time). But they got married pretty fast, and I never met her daughter before the wedding, though my dad did, and told me she was about my age.

    At the wedding, we meet for the first time, and I'm instantly like, holy shit, it's Kacey - one of those blonde seniors I used to jack off to. She had graduated, and was at UChicago. She did not recognize me, but I absolutely recognized her. She was still super hot, probably 5'5 with long blonde curly hair and a thick ass and little waist, but her best feature was definitely her juicy round tits, not too huge, but plenty big enough. She was pretty nice to me, but I was definitely super awkward.

    About a month later, they moved into our apartment with us. Kacey got the bedroom next to mine - the one that used to be the same room. They moved in while I was at school, and when I came home that day, they were already unpacked. It definitely took some serious adjusting to having them around, but there was one massive perk that I discovered that very first night. I guess Kacey had been hanging art or posters on her walls, and made a bunch of different holes in the thin plywood. There were a couple of nail tips that kinda poked out of my wall a little, but there was one hole that I guess she had changed her mind about, because it was just a full on little hole between our rooms, just a little bit above my eye-level.

    After dinner, I was getting ready for bed, and I heard her moving around in there. Needless to say, I was hard as fuck even just hearing this smoking hot girl in her bedroom so close to me. When I turned off my light to go to sleep, there was a little beam shining out of my wall, and when I went up to it, I realized that if I stood on tip toes and pressed up against the wall, I could see into the room. It was a tiny hole, and a shitty view, but remember that at this point I'm a dumb horny teenager. I looked through, and almost nutted in my pants.

    Kacey's bed was across from the wall, and through this little peep hole I could see her whole bed clearly. When I looked through, she was stripping in front of a full-length mirror beside her bed, slowly, running her hands over her shoulders, and over her tits, and her ass, as she pulled off her shirt, and then her lacy bra, and then her pants and panties. At this point, she's fully naked, and I can see every inch of her because the mirror is facing me, and I can see her directly from the back.

    Then, like it was something out of a fucking porno, she got into bed, with the bedside lamp still on, and lay out across her blankets, and started masturbating. She started slow, teasing her pink nipples between her fingers, and then running her palm across her shaved pussy, spreading her lips open, and slipping her fingers inside. I almost passed out holding my breath, I was so scared to make a sound. She started finger fucking herself, making this amazing little moans, until she came all over her hands, bucking up and down on her bed. I have no idea how my dad and her mom didn't hear it, because I definitely heard everything.

    When she turned off the light, I jacked off furiously three or four times in a row, remembering the sight of her big sweet tits and her wet, shaved, tight little pussy cumming on her fingers. I fell asleep in a daze, wondering if it would be a one-off.

    Turns out, it wasn't. Kacey finger fucked herself almost every night, and I watched every time. I stood on my tip toes up against that wall so much that my friends even commented on my calf muscles. That was my life for three years until I moved away for college, and it was better than any porn on earth.