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I married Callum my husband at a relatively young age. I was nineteen and thought I knew everything. It turned out I didn't know anything. Callum was and is a bully. Not at first during our dating or even around a year after we got married, but his true nature soon came out.
It soon became apparent he wanted me to be a slut for him at all times, even when his friends were around. Sometimes making me fuck him in front of them. And on one occasion when they were all drunk, he had three of his so called mates have sex with me. I absolutely hated it and him for making me, but the refusal I gave him at first brought me a black eye and a blooded nose.
My family all kind of knew about the violence and intimidation, except one. But all I got back from them was "We told you so".
Yes I was wrong not to listen to them about being too young, to impetuous, but to be abandoned with them knowing I was taking beatings, really really hurt me.
After a particular bad punch to the face this time last year, because I wouldn't let Callum's friend fuck my asshole when they were watching football, I called by my moms home. She was drunk as usual and had her new "Boyfriend" around who was also drunk. I was about to leave having only been there a minute, when her youngest brother Alex who I'd hardly seen since I was about seven, turned up out of the blue to collect some money he'd loaned her. He looked at my mother and then at me. I don't know why, but I broke down crying, sobbing really and I just couldn't stop. My mom shouted at me for being such a "Drama queen" as she called it, as my face in her opinion wasn't too badly swollen.
Alex laughed, then sneered at my mom, said something I'm not going to repeat and gripped my hand. Taking me to his car Alex asked me if my moms new boyfriend had hit me. When I told him it was Callum who'd caused the injuries, he looked at me with complete astonishment.
He hadn't known about Callum's beatings and really tried to get me to tell him more but I was too upset. Alex had tried to get me to say something because as I later found out, Callum used to be one of his favorite students at his martial arts school.
Sat in his car, I sobbed my heart out as he drove me to his apartment. Eventually I calmed down enough and realized it was the first time I'd cried in years. All throughout my beatings and sexual intimidation, I'd held all my emotions in check, especially when I'd been hit.
In a hour long sprawl in Alex's apartment, of frustrated emotional outbursts, I told Alex absolutely everything. From thinking I knew what was best for me, right down to being forced to fuck Callum's friends over a two hour period, where they did absolutely anything they wanted with me.
Again I cried at the end of my retelling. Alex put his huge muscular arms around me and said "That's the last time you'll have to cry about anything like that again.
Alex phoned Callum once I'd given him his number, to tell him I was staying over. And even though Alex was twenty feet away, I could hear Callum shouting down on the other end of the phone. It scared me, but once Alex put the phone down, he came over to me and said "I promise you, it's the last time he'll ever threaten a member of my family again".
I don't know why exactly. Whether it was the emotion, or just sheer relief at being safe, but I reached up to Alex, held his head and kissed him on the lips. It was meant to be a thank you kiss at first, but I carried on until I was kissing him passionately. Alex backed away and told me it wasn't right, saying he was my uncle and he'd only be taking advantage of my emotional state.
It was that last part I thought about in his guest bedroom later as I lay in bed. He'd said, he'd only be taking advantage of me. In other words, if I wasn't upset, he'd possibly see me as a woman he'd be attracted to. Thinking about it for a long time, I got out of bed, slipped off the t shirt he'd borrowed me and lowered my panties to the floor. Opening the bedroom door, I walked the forty paces to his bedroom door, opened it and saw a tall, muscular man called Uncle Alex lying naked on his bed. His cock was flaccid and lay to one side. His face was turned away from me, but I could hear him gently breathing in a deep sleep. Crossing to the bed, I sat by him, leaned over and in one motion took his flaccid cock into my hands, lowered my body, then let his cock slip into my mouth.
I'd been slowly sucking on his cock for about a minute, when I felt his hands take hold of my head gently. He pulled me up and said "This is wrong, you shouldn't be" But before he could finish what he was saying, I lowered myself again and took in more of his thick veiny cock. His cock reacted and within less than a minute had become totally erect. Gently holding his large balls, I squeezed a little and took as much as I could of his long thick manhood.
When Alex took hold of my head again, it wasn't to pull me off of him, it was to hold it to set the rhythm of him fucking my mouth. There was no forcing, just a gentle pressure to ensure I sucked his cock the way he liked it. Every vein in his cock felt divine in my mouth, as did his massive cock head. When I heard Alex's breathing later, I knew he was on the verge of cumming. Moving my hands beneath his ass, I pulled him further down my throat, letting Alex know it was fine for him to cum in my mouth.
Then all of a sudden Alex stopped. He quickly moved us around so his face was between my legs. Apologizing to me, he said it wasn't "Gentlemanly" to let only him have the enjoyment. No sooner than I'd taken his cock back into my mouth, I felt his hot breath on the inside of my thighs, then felt his warm wet tongue slide up between my labia's and on to my clitoris.
It was the first time in years I felt totally relaxed during sex and I came instantly. My orgasm was so surprising, I didn't have time to stop myself from shaking, and with my body convulsing I took Alex's cock all the way to the base, down my throat. It was that, that had Alex's cock explode in my mouth. His semen just kept on flooding down my throat as he fucked me orally. It was to me the most beautiful sexual encounter I'd ever had and I also felt if I wasn't being silly, loved.
Myself and Alex lay there talking about nothing, with my head on his massive chest. He didn't mention Callum once, but talked about things that lovers say to each other after sex. Turning my head up, he kissed me just as passionately as I'd kissed him earlier. I responded and felt for the first time in a very long time, wanted for being me, for being the attractive young woman I am, and not just a fuck tool.
Asking me if I'd sleep with him, he got in behind me when I said yes and I could feel his hard cock shaft pressing on my lower back. Turning my head a little, I asked my uncle if he would enter me. The feeling of his cock sliding inside my body was so perfect, I cried silently, letting tears flow as Alex slowly and gently fucked me from behind. His huge arms circled me, making me feel safe, making feel loved and making our lovemaking close and beautiful.
I don't know for how long we had sex. I didn't care to imagine him not in my body. It was a very slow deep penetration of my pussy, that I had some of the longest most intensive orgasms I'd ever had. And they just kept on cumming (Pun intended).
Moving me so I was lay back to his chest, Alex carried on fucking me, building up his rhythm until I knew he was going to cum. Putting my head next to his, I whispered to him ..(continue confession)

For as long as I can remember in my sexual life, I've always lusted after, but never dared to actually try to have sex with my brother Todd. He's such a wonderful person, extremely fit with a gorgeous muscular body and a cock most men would love to have. His cock (I now know after measuring it) measures almost nine inches long and is six and quarter inches around.
Things changed for us when Todd broke up with his girlfriend/fiancee and came to live with me. She'd cheated on him (Stupid bitch) with a guy she used to date. Moving into my apartment, it was obvious he was hurt, but I tried to make things better for him. Then after Todd had been living with me for around a month, we were having a drink and chatting.
Todd asked me why women always seemed to want to cheat. I answered him by telling him I'd never ever cheat on him. When he asked what I meant, I told him about my sexual life long crush on him. And that many many times I'd masturbated thinking it was him who was making me orgasm.
For next couple of hours there wasn't much talk. Todd stood up, dropped his comfy shorts and revealed his cock was already rising. I didn't need a second invitation as I sank down to my knees and took my brothers gorgeous cock into my mouth. After all the years of yearning to suck on his dick, I found having it sliding over my tongue made me cum.
And so it went on for the next two hours or so. I'd suck his cock and lick his balls, or he'd suck on my breasts and then my pussy, licking and sucking hard on my clit. We both took turns to pleasure one another then join together into a sixty nine to drive each other to sexual distraction. I came countless times with his huge cock leaking lots of pre cum. Then it finally happened. Having me lay over the arm of my couch, Todd my own brother, entered my pussy from behind. I climaxed straight away and begged him to fuck me hard. And Todd didn't let me down.
We fucked as if our lives were dependent on making each other high on sex. And with his wonderful hard cock poundng me to one orgasm after another, I can honestly say I've never once with any of my lovers, had so many intense and pleasurable climaxes.
Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl (Had to look up some of these terms) My legs right over my head as he fucked me from above, and then the real heart stopper as I was in the same position, Todd took his cock out of my pussy and guided it to my asshole. Telling him I wanted him to fuck me there, he slid his cock right upto the hilt and began to fuck my ass much harder than he'd screwed my pussy. If I thought having his awesome dick up my pussy was great then having him fuck my asshole was so amazing, I actually cried with total joy.
Learning my brother cums like a cork flying out of Champagne bottle, was just the final and incredible pleasure. His hot cum spurted up my asshole that quickly and that forcefully, I orgasmed without knowing I was going to. And our love making didn't stop there. Todd lay next to me as we gently kissed. Kissing sexually for the first time in our lives. Stroking one another's bodies and sex, Todd slid down my body and began to lick and suick on my pussy again. Then lifting my legs high and back, he stuck his tongue right up my asshole and started to tongue out his own cum. It was too much for me and I had yet another orgasm. Minute after minute of him tonguing my pussy then my asshole, had me longing for his cock again. Telling Todd to fuck me, he got behind me, held me tightly to him and entered me from behind. Spooning his own sister, Todd fucked me gently but so deeply until we both climaxed almost at the same time.
Todd slept in my bed that night and we continued to have sex. It wasn't until the sun was just rising that we spoke a full sentence to each other again. Todd asked me if it was going to be a one off. Sucking in his cock again and then mounting it anally, taking his cock up deep my asshole, told my brother he could fuck me when ever he wanted to.
Later that day I asked him to move in with me permanently.
For the last eight months Todd and I have been living as lovers if not a married couple. Our sexual life is just amazing, and our relationship just gets closer and better each day. We both know each other won't cheat or hurt the other, which helps to keep us very much attracted to one another. That, and the fact we have such a varied, active and dirty sex life.
There is nothing I won't do for my brother, nothing. God I love you so much Todd.

I've been reading on this site for a while, but until now, I didn't have anything to write about.

I finally got the courage to try to hook up with my dad. He's been raising me by himself since my mom died when I was 6. I've wanted him since probably when I was 15 or so. We had a strange but strong relationship. He was pretty strict, but he was also very much my best friend. I've had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing too serious. Enough to have a decent amount of sexual experience at this point. That was one thing dad and I never really talked about. It was the basic "you shouldn't be doing it. But if you do, be safe."

I never had the courage to tell him I wanted him. By the time I was 17, I was wearing pretty skimpy stuff around the house, trying to get his attention. It never worked how I'd wanted. He'd notice, but he'd ask me why I was dressed like that and I'd tell him because it was comfortable.

After I graduated high school, I went off to college. I'd only see him some weekends or during breaks. On our most recent break after finals, I was back home visiting him. He looked good, as always. He's 41 now, and still in great shape. And, as always, I still wanted him.

I was dressed in some short yellow shorts and a white tank top. The whole day had passed with no response, as usual, before he said goodnight and went to bed. As soon as he went into his room, I started to drink some of the brandy he had in the kitchen. I figured I'd just drink away my misery. He's never been okay with the idea of me drinking until after I turn 21, so I had to wait until he was in bed.

Anyway, a couple hours had passed. I was certainly buzzed. I was just sitting in the living room watching the Batman v Superman movie on demand, and continuing to drink. Suddenly I noticed dad standing off to my right, glaring angrily at me. "You know I don't like you drinking" he said.

"Dad, I'm in college. I drink. It's a part of life", I told him.

He was wearing a robe that was tied closed, but his some of his chest and chest hair were exposed. I stared at him and I'm pretty sure I cracked a smile.

He took a seat in his recliner, and started to watch the movie with me. We hung out and talked for a bit, mostly about how we agreed that Superman would completely destroy Batman in a fight, lol. Before I knew it, I was getting more comfortable and forgetting where I was and who was around me. I took off my bra as we talked and laid it on the top of the couch behind me. It wasn't even a minute later before I realized that my dad was checking me out. He was trying not to stare, but was failing miserably. I realized he could see my tits and nipples very clearly through my white tank top. For those who are curious, 36DD. I'm on the "chubby" side, but I've got curves, thank you.

I don't know if it was the alcohol, or the years of wanting and frustration getting to me, or both... but I jumped at this opportunity. He looked straight at me, as I slowly took off my shirt.

Eventually he asked me "what the fuck are you doing, Amy?" That was not the response I was hoping for. I told him "it's okay, dad. You can look. You can touch if you want to. I've wanted you to for so long. That's why I dress like this." I was putting myself out there.

"No, it's not okay. Put your shirt back on and go to bed. NOW!"

I teared up and ran to my room. I had been shut down. I cried for a bit. Maybe 5 minutes had passed, when I heard my door open and then close. The light was off but there was enough light from the outside for me to make out my dad's nice frame walking towards my bed. I could see him take off his robe and dropped it on the chair on his way over to my bed.

"You still awake?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I'm up." I replied.
I was still on top of my blanket, and I'm quite sure he could see my topless body laying there, as he couldn't take his eyes off me.

He sat on the bed next to me and sighed. I rubbed my hand on his back. I leaned in and kissed me. I got soaking wet almost immediately, as his hand started to rub my stomach, and then my thigh.

"Daddy?" I said.
"Yeah baby?"
"Fuck me." I said, in my best attempt at a sexy voice.

"I really shouldn't" he said. But he climbed all the way onto the bed, and slipped my shorts and panties off. I started to spread my legs and he shoved them open wider, and wasted no time in shoving his huge cock inside me. I say huge, because it felt huge. I'm not sure how big he is, but I can tell you I've never been with anything even close to his size before. I let out a very loud moan and an "oh fuck, DADDY!"

I could very plainly make out the huge grin on his face as he started to fuck me. Hard but slow, deeper and deeper until he was hitting my cervix. I've never felt anything like it. I'd thought about this moment for years, and never could have imagined it going like this. Dad was fucking me like he had probably been wanting to do it for years, too. He was very rough and aggressive. He continued to fuck me hard, getting faster and then slowing down, then speeding right back up. I'm not sure how long it lasted, or how many times I must have said "oh daddy fuck me" or how many times he said something like "you're so fucking tight, baby girl." When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, and jerked off onto my stomach. When he was done, he went down on me and ate my pussy until I came. We laid there together and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone. I took a shower and got dressed, but I put a black tank top and this short denim skirt hiked up enough where it just screams "fuck me", lol. I couldn't stop thinking about that night, and wanted more.

When I wandered into the kitchen he was sitting in his robe again, like so many mornings when I was growing up. He sat and drank coffee as I strolled in slowly.

"Good morning, daddy." I said.
"Good morning, Amy." He replied.

I went over to grab some cereal and make a bowl. To my delight, I got interrupted.

Dad was right behind me, leaning into me and pushing me against the counter. He pushed me down and bent me over it.

"Is this what you want? To be my little slut?" He asked me.

"Yes sir." I said.

He lifted my skirt even higher, exposing my ass and pussy. I hadn't put on panties. He roughly got his hand in between my legs and started to rub my pussy first, then finger me. And then he opened his robe, got his cock out, and slid into me from behind, in very rough fashion. This was probably even more shocking than the first time. That my dad was being rough with me was a dream come true. The truth was that yes, I absolutely want to be his little slut. Any time and anywhere.

He kept me bent over the counter and pressed down on my back with his hand. He also spanked me several times, very hard. I was very loud, and he called me all sorts of dirty names. Bitch, slut, whore, and my personal favorite, he called me his "little slut daughter." That's perfect.

He fucked me hard and deep, and when he started to go really fast, I knew he was getting close. The next thing I knew, my dad was cumming inside me. I could feel spurt after warm spurt inside my pussy, as he grunted and held my head down against the counter. He didn't let me up until he was completely done. He stood me up, turned me around, and kissed ..(continue confession)

The whole world says what we're doing is against everything that is morally correct. But then the whole world in my eyes is wrong.
Throughout my entire life he's been the rock which has enabled me to grow as a person, and now as a special daughter to him, I'll do anything he needs from me. Not once from my earliest memories has my mother taken care of him. She was always and still is a selfish bitch. So when I heard and then subsequently found proof of her cheating on my father, I resolved to make sure he was looked after in every way possible.
My mom still lives with us (Separate bedrooms), but their relationship in reality is all but ended. I told my father about her older fuck partner, and that lead to a huge argument. From what I can gather my mom told my dad, that he and his penis didn't satisfy her anymore. But I knew different, I knew that the guy fucking my mom was reasonably wealthy and was giving, buying her anything she wanted. As I've said, a selfish materialistic bitch.
Eleven months ago I overheard my father talking on his phone to a work colleague. My father had taken a second job to help fund my education, and he was telling his friend how he needed a break, but couldn't afford the time off. It struck home with me, just how much my father did and does for me. So when he then told his friend further on in their conversation he missed sex immensely, I kind of gathered from the broken conversation, he was considering paying a hooker for sex.
Something inside of me told me, my father, the man I adored, wasn't going to pay for sex. Indeed I wasn't going to allow him to spend his hard earned money on another female, especially when he had one, a young pretty and often horny one at home.
Waiting for my mother to go out one evening (About a week later), no doubt to have her lover fuck her, I watched my father fall asleep on the couch. Setting my mind to what I was about to do, I walked over, lowered his comfy shorts and gasped at the sheer size of my fathers flaccid penis. I'm not sure even now what my mother was on about, because my father has a really large cock.
Lowering my head, I took the head of his penis into my mouth and began to gently suck on it. It wasn't too long before my fathers cock was fully erect and I heard him moan involuntary.
My father's cock wasn't the first to enter my mouth and I knew from previous boyfriends I gave really good head. So when I felt my fathers hand pressing my head down, I knew I was giving him pleasure. But then the weight of his hand came off my head and I heard him say "What the fuck are you doing". It didn't matter to me though, as I carried on sucking on his beautiful erection. Then using my left hand to gently squeeze his balls and my right hand to stroke his hard thick cock, I began to masturbate him whilst allowing his cock to slide down my throat.
If there was a time we should have stopped it was then. Because once I felt his cock pulse in my mouth and heard him say "Oh fuck yeh, that's fucking awesome", I knew he was mine, I knew my father would do anything for me that I wanted.
His cock was throbbing in my mouth and I knew if I carried on he'd cum, so I removed his cock from my mouth. Looking at my father, I stood up, removed my skirt, top and panties (I don't wear a bra) and let him see me naked for the first time since I was young girl. His face lit up and I took his growing smile as a welcoming statement of intent.
Removing his shorts for him completely, I sat astride my dad and guided his amazing cock into my soaking wet pussy. Every inch slid into my body and I gasped at just how thick it felt probing into me. Whatever reservations he might have had seeing me suck on his cock earlier, had gone by the time his pubes brushed against my asshole. Looking down at the man I loved with all my heart, I fucked him with everything sexual that I was.
Over and over again I bounced on his cock. At first he kept his hand on my hips guiding me to the rhythm he liked. Then as my medium sized breasts began to heave in front of him, he reached up and began to play with them. It sent a shiver through my body and I realized I'd wanted him to do that for quite some time. Then like a express train roaring through my body, I climaxed on his cock. I sank towards him unable to control myself, and that was when we first kissed. Not as father and daughter, but as lovers.
On and on we fucked, kissed and fondled each other. Then my father flipped me over and I knelt up on the couch he'd been sleeping on twenty minutes before. Getting up behind me, I felt him slide his cock deep into my pussy, but I wanted him somewhere else. Reaching back I slid his cock out of my love hole and then placed it at my asshole. I heard my father say "Are you sure". Gripping his throbbing cock tighter, I eased the tip of his cock head into my asshole and pushed backwards. In one long movement, his cock eased it's way up my ass and I could not have been happier.
Taking hold of my hips, he went for it. I told him to fuck me, I told my father who I would do anything for, to fuck me anyway he wanted. And over the next five to ten minutes, he took out years of frustration and sexual need on my asshole. It was an absolutely amazing fuck and one that had me shaking like a leaf in a storm as I orgasmed again. Then in a series of sudden and violent thrusts, my father came deep inside my bowels.
It was over, the sheer sense of sexual relief and total love for the man who'd just given my best ever sexual experience, told me I would become whatever he wanted from me.
When my mother arrived home around midnight, my father and I were cuddled up watching a movie. She thought it was just us being a loving father and daughter. What she didn't see, was my hand inside his shorts, gently stroking his rising cock to life. No sooner than she'd gone to bed I had my father fuck me in the spoons position. It was as frantic a fuck as earlier, as my father smoothly fucked me in long gentle thrusts. The orgasm I had though, was by long way much more powerful than the two I'd had before. And when my hero came inside me for the second time, I held him tightly to me and longed for his cum to fill my pussy.
This past eleven months has been a wonderful awakening for us both, but especially me. I accept fully that society see's what we're doing as religiously wrong, but then society can go and screw itself. I know deep within myself what we have together is real and truely beautiful. I also know that my father loves me without question and without any hang ups over our sexual relationship.
We have sex almost daily now, as my mother spends more and more time away at her lovers home. She'll be, from what I understand, moving in with him shortly. Which will enable me to move permanently into my fathers bed. I can't wait to become what essentially will be his new wife, and I also can't wait to feel his wonderfully large cock fucking me later on tonight.
The man who is my father, is also my lover, my mentor, my hero and the man who I want to spent the rest of my life giving him what his bitch of a wife (Hopefully ex wife), should have been doing all along.

My son Beau was a sweet, helpful boy as a youngster, but when he reached his teens he became more difficult. Skipping school, smoking marijuana, he had a few brushes with the law. I was at my breaking point trying to deal with him. Worried he'd never graduate high school much less go to college. I considered sending him to live with his father more than a few times.

When he scr**ed by high school I was surprised. That June he turned 18, still refusing to get a job I began making plans to get him out of my house. With 3 weeks vacation in July I figures it would be a good time to bring the hammer down. Standing in the kitchen the first morning of my time off I gave him zan ultimatum. Get a job or get out he had 2 weeks. In typical Beau style he tried to talk his way out.

"Mom." He said standing up and coming over to rub my shoulders. "I'll get a job later, this is my summer.' " No" I replied determined to be strong, he'd played me many times before. "2 weeks!" Not wanting my resolve to slip I quickly went to my bedroom and shut the door. In my bathroom I got into the shower. Feeling pretty good, I'd said my peace and not let him talk me out of it. Letting the hot water run over the back of my head I began to relax.

"Mom" he said. I jumped and started to turn. He pushed himself up against me hugging and holding me against him. I could feel his smooth chest against my back, what I thought was his jeans pressing against my bottom.

"Beau, what are you doing in here?" I asked.

He brought his chin to my shoulder and whispered "Making you feel good." Giving my neck a kiss,

"No, Beau," I gasped "This isn't right." He slipped a hand up my body, cupping my breast and running his thumb over the nipple, I felt it tingle and respond, hardening into a little peak.

"Please." I moaned with very little conviction "stop."

He rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, giving it a little pinch. Kissing and licking the water droplets from my neck and shoulder. "Do you really want me to stop?" He asked cupping both breasts and teasing my nipples. I felt myself push back against him rubbing my bottom on his hard cock. I could feel it under his jeans.

"Yes." I sighed, "No... Oh Yes Beau."

We stood there under the water for several minutes. My knees feeling weak as he caressed me. Slipping a hand between my legs and running his fingers over and through my pussy. "Mmm shaved" he moaned. He trained his hands around to my backside, I pushed my bottom out and leaned forward little giving him access between my legs. I heard a little snap noise and then the long slow sound of a zipper going down.

I tensed a little and started to straighten up. He slid his hand down my bottom and between my legs grazing my brown pucker and slipping 2 fingers over my clit. I leaned forward again. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit. Dipping just the head into me going a little deeper each time. I pushed back desperate to feel him inside me. "Please." I rasped huskily.

With a groan he gasped my hips pulling me onto him as he pushed in. I bit my bottom lip and moaned. It had been quite sometime for me, it felt incredible. He reached around and rubbed my clit as he began stroking in and out if me. I put my hands on the cool tiles for balance and met his strokes. "Yes, yes, yes." I encouraged. Our bodies making a clapping noise as they slapped together. The tempo getting faster and faster. I could feel his cock beginning to twitch.

"Cone in me Beau. Come in Mommy." I gasped my pussy throbbing around his shaft. With a few more thrusts he moaned "Yes, Mommy" and filled me with jet after jet, I could feel it squeezing out around him.

Breathing hard we leaned against the tile wall as his cock grew soft and slipped out.

"Thank you, Mom, I've wanted that a long time" he smiled.

Taking him by the hand I lead him to my bed, smuggled together we did something we hadn't done in a long time. Talked. He told me he'd been thinking about sex with me since he was 14. He'd started smoking marijuana trying to not think about it.

Over the next 3 weeks we had sex a couple times a day. He really cut back on the weed. He said he didn't need it anymore. By September he expressed interest in trade school. Auto mechanics.

That was 3 years ago. He's now a certified mechanic working for a local auto dealership. He's got an exemplary work history and attendance record. Almost every morning he gets a little incentive to keep on track and in the evening a reward for a good day. I've started wearing just a little robe at home to make it easier for my boy to get what he needs.

At the age of seven my son Max lost his father in a building trade accident. At the age of fifteen he was involved in a car accident due to him and the older so called friends he was with, drinking cider. It left Max wheelchair bound and in need of constant care because of his lower back injuries and the loss of his lower right arm. He was still the same young energetic Max, but couldn't get about as much or easily as he wanted to.
Now aged nineteen, using a more appropriate sportier type of wheelchair, he began to have steroid treatment to help with his varied conditions because he was enjoying playing lots of sports. A consequence of the steroids were him having painful erections. I'd hear him often masturbating and knew he was frustrated because of his limitations. Eventually last month I asked him when I'd listened to him struggle to satisfy himself in his room, if he'd like me to arrange a female escort to satisfy his needs. Max flew of the handle and told me to fuck off and get out of his room. Telling me he didn't want some scaggy bitch touching him.
What he hadn't done though was cover himself up, and I saw my sons cock which I'd helped bathe lots of times since the car accident, was a lot lot bigger than I thought it might be.
I'm not sure how things got out of hand that evening, but they did. Later on he wheeled himself into our adapted kitchen and sat there semi naked. His penis was semi erect and he'd obviously been playing with it. Looking up at me as I was making our evening meal, my own son said "I don't want just anyone mum, don't you know it's you, I'd want you to do it".
We had a huge argument then, with me trying to explain how wrong that would be, yet through all of the long drawn out argument, I couldn't stop looking at his gorgeous looking cock. Max is a bright kid and knows how to push my buttons, and he found my weakness to sex by saying "If it was dad asking you to help me, you'd be sucking my dick right now". The flash back I had of me pleasing my husband in the same kitchen made my pussy quiver. I knew it had been so long for me since I'd last had sex, and Max knew it too. Moving his t-shirt up I saw his cock pulsing and I just couldn't help myself.
Kneeling down in front of Max, I took hold of my sons cock and opened my mouth. Even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue felt amazing. I knew straight away we'd both enjoy what I was about to do and I also knew if he asked me to, I'd take my own sons cock inside my pussy.
Every inch of his cock I pleasured with my lips mouth and hands. His moans grew and grew and he began as best he could to move up into my mouth. But I had control and knew just how to make my son happy. Standing up, I removed my dress and then my bran and knickers. The look on Max's face was one of pure lust and love. Bending over from my waist, I sucked on his cock som more then stood back up. Wheeling him into the lift we'd had fitted, we traveled up to his room which it directly opened into to. Taking him over to his adapted bed (Raises and lowers) I helped him to lie down and then masturbated him for quite some time. Max kept on looking at my breasts, but wouldn't touch them, not until I placed his left hand onto them. As soon as I did, he asked me if I'd make him cum.
He probably thought I'd suck him again, but by then I was totally involved and willing to do anything for him. Moving his arm, I straddled my son, took hold of his ragingly hard cock and guided it to my pussy opening. Sinking down in one long press, I took his full length deep inside me and felt an overwhelming feeling I was doing the right thing.
Putting my hands ont his chest and looking directly into his eyes, I fucked my son, I gave myself to him and let him feel my pussy tighten around his delicious cock.
The length of time since I last had sex was three years, and that was a disaster. With Max that evening it was sublime, it was for me and I'm sure him too, perfect. Fucking him as hard and as deep as I could manage that first time, I allowed myself to see my sons sexual release as my way of giving, my pure and innocent motherly duty.
My orgasm was so energetic, so earth shattering I actually cried. Max's cock was raging inside of me and I knew he wasn't far from his climax. The surge of emotion and sexual release was palpable between us and I felt his cock erupt up inside my pussy.
It was done, we both knew it was only the beginning, yet I still found it difficult to kiss him when he asked me to. Even so, I did lean over and French kiss with my own son, and we carried on kissing until his cock slipped out me as well as his cum.
The morning after he thanked me as I helped him bathe. His cock rose and he knew i'd take care of it. This time I sucked him off and kept on sucking long after he'd cum and I'd swallowed his seed. We slept together that night in his room, with me again mounting Max. Although Max had grown more confident himself, using his fingers to stimulate my clit as I bounced up and down on his cock.
And so it has been between us this past month. almost as though we are husband and wife. I've had my double bed moved to his room although it doesn't raise and lower, we're still able to use it as i help Max in and out. Every part of sex we've now explored, and I found a new found love of anal sex. As for Max he now tells me he adores his mother sitting on his face, something I must admit he's extremely good at, licking out my pussy and arsehole.
We're aware it's a taboo subject, but then who are we hurting, no one... So into our future we travel, and we'll travel it together as mum and son, but also as lovers.

I'm pregnant with my son's baby - and yet I'm happy. Please, don't ridicule me or say anything harsh. I know I've made mistakes. I did things that I thought were smart but weren't. I can't un-ring the bell. I'm writing here for advice, and maybe to explain myself.

I was foolish and got married at age 18 and had my son, Drew (not his real name) when I had just turned 19. I thought I was in love but I learned early on that my husband was cheating on me. Also, he could be abusive emotionally and even borderline physically. When I thought Drew was in danger, I left my husband, divorced him, and went on my own. My pride got in my way so I didn't go to my parents for help even when the alimony and child support checks failed to arrive.

It was a struggle, but I completed my degree, got a job and took care of my baby son. In the early days he had a crib, but as he got older I could not afford a bed for him. So we shared a bed but there was nothing ever, ever sexual. We would both sleep in pajamas and when he was little he would sleep with his little stuffed dog. As he got older, we would talk, but it was always about things that we were doing, what time I had to be to work, or he had to be to Little League or soccer or how school was going. That sort of thing.

When he got to be about 13 he started to notice the girls and sometimes we would talk about girls, but it was always mom giving him advice. Nothing else. He did tell me, at age 14, that he and his girlfriend were having sex. I was shocked, but appreciated his honesty. I told him that I thought he was too young but that if he thought that he and his girlfriend were ready, then I would respect their decision and made sure that they had condoms.

I was not totally comfortable with my decision, but that's not the point. I just want to show, whatever else, that our relationship was close but things were appropriate. As far as sleeping arrangements, when we finally got him his own bed at age 7, he would spend the night in it, but there were nights that he would come into my room in his pajamas and lay in my bed and we would talk. Again, nothing inappropriate and generally he would go back to bed, though every now and then we would fall asleep, but again, nothing happened.

When he got to be about 12, when it was warm, he started sleeping in his underwear and there were times he would come into my room and talk while in his underwear. He didn't seem bashful and frankly I didn't think seeing him in his underwear was any different than seeing him in a Speedo.

When he was 14, though, he came into my room naked. I was surprised and told him to put on some pajamas or something. But he just laughed it off and said that it was warm out, he liked sleeping naked and wasn't I the one who always told him that I had seen him before he had seen himself. So he had me and I just accepted it and from then on, not always, but from time to time he would wander into my room to talk while he was naked, but again, nothing sexual ever happened.

I won't lie, but I did notice that he was developing into a healthy male, but honestly, unless I'm kidding myself, it was not a sexual attraction. It was simply a mother's pride that her son was no longer a little boy but was becoming a man. (My son is, I will say, good looking. He loves sports and keeps himself in good shape. He has boyish good looks, with dark brown hair, blue eyes and a lovely smile. But I hardly think recognizing that is the same thing as sexual attraction.)

I will say that as he got older we did become more casual about nudity and if one of us was in the shower while the other was brushing teeth or whatever, or maybe going to or from the bathroom from our rooms, we might see each other naked. I look back at this and wonder if I wasn't too tolerant, but again, he was dating girls - although at his age it rarely lasted long - and it seemed so normal and non-sexual. I would also sometimes see him - even in my bed - with an erection (and I accidentally went into his room a couple of times and caught him masturbating) but even when he was in my room with a boner the talk was not sexual and I just assumed it was the result of the normal hormones of a teenage boy.

Things crossed the line when he was almost 17. We had a very bad patch. For his part, he was hurt by a girl he really liked - but I admit that I probably didn't take his hurt as seriously as I should have. The problem I was having was that I guy I had been seeing broke up with me and at about the same time I lost my job, we had some car trouble. It seemed like everything in my life was going wrong again. We were short of cash again and I was scared and tired. One night he heard me in the shower crying my eyes out. I just couldn't take it anymore. He heard me and got into the shower with me and held me.

I should have stopped it right then and there, but for the first time in a long while I felt safe and it felt so good to be held by someone who loved me and we started to kiss and he sucked on my boobs like he hadn't done since he was a baby and I reached down and started rubbing his penis and from there we got out of the shower. I told him that I didn't think having sex was a good idea but he told me he loved me and that we had shared so much and that there was nothing wrong with showing our love.

I should not have, I knew I should not have, but I gave in. I suddenly realized that I not only loved my son, but that I was in love with my son. He is mature for his age, but he was only 16 and that shows too. One minute he seems like a man, the next minute a boy, but I was so scared and so lonely and he was so loving and gentle and so we began a sexual relationship.

When I found out I was pregnant I didn't tell him right away. I was terrified about how he would react, and I was terrified about how it would impact our relationship and how he would do in school. A million thoughts raced through my head but when I did jin up the courage to tell him I was totally surprised by his response.

I thought he would freak out, but instead he was thrilled. He was so happy. He kept saying, "I'm gonna be a dad. Really!!!?? I'm gonna be a dad. Mom I love you so much!!!" I've never seen him smile so much and then he started to cry out of sheer happiness. I didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified.

So we went along for a bit, but I kept worrying about how this would effect Drew. He was so happy, but I was worried that it would effect his plans for college and his future. I've been so lucky. I've done the Internet searches and I am so blessed. Drew's grades are good, he has friends. By all rights he should be so messed up but he isn't. He is just a happy kid in school who is thrilled that he is going to be a daddy. When he comes home he'll kiss me and then bend down to my belly and say, "Hi Junior," - he keeps calling the baby "Junior," though we just found out we are expecting a boy - "This is your daddy, and I love you with all my heart!!!"

I actually don't believe in abortion, but knowing how much this baby could adversely effect my son's future I considered at one point having an abortion, but when I told him I was thinking about it we had several serious discussions and he was dead set against it. What finally totally stopped me was when, in a really heated ..(continue confession)

Ok so here it goes. This is a long confession and I hope not overly verbose. My name is Carly and I am married to a wonderful husband Neil and we have two beautiful daughters, Anna (9) and Olivia (7) Neil and I met during my third year of college and have been together ever since. We got married the summer I graduated with my nursing degree and I was 23 at the time. Neil had graduated the year before and worked for his fathers business. Before I met Neil I had only been with 3 other men. The first was my boyfriend in high school during my junior year. We had sex a total of 3 times before he cheated on me at a party. I must add that the sex was just not very good. The second guy I had sex with was at a party my freshman year of college and I was from what little I remember of it not all that special. The third guy was during my second year of school and we dated for a few months before he left. I enjoyed the sex and we did it as often as possible but it was not toe curling nor was it earth shattering. Then I met Neil and after a few dates we went back to his place. The sex that night was good, not great, but good. What was great was the fact that he took his time and really wanted to make me orgasm. I used his tongue to do this several times and he was the first guy to really wanted to be all about me. Needless to say I was hooked. We started dating and we haven't looked back.
The first few years of our marriage was all about us. He made a substantial income working for his father and my income helped. We travelled and explored as much the world as possible. We new we wanted a family but we wanted to wait a few years. When I was 26 we decided that I would go off birth control and "see what happens" We were both excited and looking forward to starting a family. We thought our lives were perfect until we got the news that my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.
My mom and dad had retired and I know it sounds cliche, but the now lived in Florida. My sisters and I quickly went out there to spend time with her and my dad. Both my sisters and I live on the west coast. The cancer was terminal and aggressive. My mother passed away just 2 short months after she was diagnosed. My family took it hard but non so hard as my dad. He went into a depression and we were very worried about him. My sisters and I would take turns visiting him but they had families of their own and couldn't be away all the time. After a few months we decided it would be best if dad moved out west. We decided he would move to Portland where I lived and be between my sisters who lived in Seattle and Sacramento.
As I didn't have a family it fell upon me to help him with the move. So Neil and I flew out to help my dad pack and then Neil would fly back for work and I would help drive the rental truck across the country. My dad had always been in good shape and he worked tirelessly packing boxes and loading furniture. Neil had a hard time keeping up with him and I realized that my dad was very fit for a man is age. We got the truck loaded and were ready to leave the next morning. We spent the night in a hotel and I was hoping to have some fun with Neil before we parted for few days but he was too tired from moving furniture and passed out leaving me frustrated. What Neil didn't know was that according to my last cycle I was entering my most fertile period.
The next morning we got an early start and Neil caught a cab to the airport. Our first stop was to be Nashville and we had booked a room at hotel online. After about 10 hours in the truck we arrived tired and ready for dinner and some sleep. The hotel had made a mistake and there was only a room with a king bed available. We argued with them and showed our reservation. The manager apologized and offered 100.00 food voucher for the hotel restaurant. We were tired and just accepted the vouchers and headed to our room. We both took quick showers and then headed down the eat. While my dad was in the shower I called Neil and let him know we were safe and would be calling it an early night after dinner. At dinner my dad and I talked and drank a few bottles of wine. Needless to say the early night became later and we were both drunk by the time we made it back to the room.
The king bed was spacious enough that neither or us thought anything about sharing the bed. We both took turns chasing in the bathroom. I changed into a t-shirt I liked wearing to bed and a pair of cotton shorts while my dad went to bed in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt as well. We turned out the lights and both of us fell quickly into the sleep that only drunk people a truly capable of. It was later in the night that I woke up to someone snuggled up behind me while I slept on my side. I felt a comforting arm wrapped over me and slowly drifted off again. I am not sure how long we slept like that. My drunk sleepy mind didn't process that it was my dads arm wrapped around me nor did it process that it was his hardness poking me from behind. I felt safe and secure and more than a little horny so I pushed back against the hard rod that was nestled against my bottom and I was rewarded by a firm thrust. I remember smiling and perhaps moaning a bit as I ground my ass into what felt like a steel rod. The hand that was attached to the arm holding me began to rub my arms and belly then slowly began to massage my breast. When then hand moved lower and began to explore my sex a spread my leg to give it access. God was I wet! I couldn't believe how hot I was. I still hadn't processed who was making my body feel this way but I was sure I didn't want to stop. I reached behind me, slipping my hand between us and felt the hard object of my desire. It felt so hard and hot and my hand couldn't fit around the whole thing. God I wanted this I thought to myself. The his hand left my sex and started pushing down my shorts I lifted my hips to help and when he pulled back to line himself up I instinctively bent forward to give him better access. When I felt the head of his member at the opening of my sex I pushed back impaling myself. The feeling was amazing. Never Had I been so full. I must have orgasmed immediately and blacked out because the next thing I know he is thrust into me from behind with hand on my hip pulling all the way onto him. I was making noises I had never made as he filled me again and again. The pace was frantic and I was in heaven. I couldn't believe sex could be this good. Then he pulled out all the way and I actually said NOOOOO! It was the first words spoken and I reached back to pull him back into me to be filled again, but he grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. He just placed me wear he wanted and climbed between my legs. I looked down and his cock and was amazed at its size. I couldn't believe that it had been inside of me. It was easier 3 or 4 inches longer than Neils and much thicker. I wanted it back! I reached down and guided it back to my waiting pussy. Before he entered me again I looked up into his eyes. He was consumed with lust and I wanted him so badly. I smiled and said "I Love you Dad" He just smiled and buried himself into me deeper than any man had ever been before. I don't know how many times I came that night but I do know that the most intense and amazing orgasm of my life happened when he thrust deep into me and I felt him erupt inside of me.
After he came, I slowly pulled out of me. I ..(continue confession)

I've been very happily married to my husband Mark for going on sixteen years as of April. We've always had an fun and exciting sex life and explored and have experienced as much as we can and it's been so awesome. We basically live a m/s role because I'm super submissive, and over the course of our marriage I've been able to completely give up control to him and obey everything he ask of me sexually never question it or resisting it. He loves making me get fucked by anyone and anything he chooses and I never know when he'll decide to make me obey. Well couple weekends ago we went out and hung out with friends at the bar and wound up taking an Uber home, it was a short trip and as a tip for the driver I stripped naked and blew him in our driveway. Mark told me not to get dressed when we got out of the car to go inside. Once we got inside he had me get face down on the living room floor while I reached back and played with myself. Well I guess I didn't realize that I was being pretty loud as I got closer to cumming but I was obviously loud enough to wake up our fifteen year old son who came down stairs and stood in the doorway of the living room. Well after I brought myself to a squirting climax I turned around to look at mark and that's when I caught Garrett standing there. I kinda yelled at him as I tried to cover myself while yelling at him. Mark just laughed and asked how much did he see and to come sit on the couch. As he sat down I began to get up and try to grab a blanket to wrap myself in, and was snapped at by my husband who smirked telling me to sit on the ground and that he hadn't told me to cover up... This was the first time I've ever hesitated but I stood frozen half ass covering my tits and crotch and he kept smirking and nodded at the ground. I've never felt so embarrassed as I did but also never been so aroused by being told to sit down exposed again.. of course I gave in and slowly sat back down on the carpet facing him and Garrett on the couch. Mark asked Garrett what his friends thought of me and he sheepishly said they all wanted to dirty things to me. Mark asked if he wanted me to go back into the position I was in first and G just norded.

Mark and I made eye contact and he only had to gesture his hand and I found myself rolling over raising my ass in the air as I rested my face on the carpet. Garrett asked if I would reach back and spread my ass cheeks, Mark told him of course I would. So I did. As I laid there I could hear them whispering and after a few minutes I heard them moving around and felt someone behind me and slide into my pussy and start to fuck me. That's when I heard Mark tell me to look back and I did looking at Garrett our son fucking me and he felt so good that I started to moan and really enjoy it. Mark told me to let go and make it amazing for Garrett, and he asked our son if he liked fucking his mom's pussy and G just nodded his head yes while fucking me. I could tell he was close to cumming and begged him to cum in me, over and over till I felt his jizz spray into me. Mark told me to say thank you to Garrett and to clean him off like a good mother. So I quickly turned around wrapping my lips around my son's cock sucking my juices off him and milking the rest of his cum out his cock. When I got done he said he was going to bed. And me mark spent the next few hours having the most intense passionate sex we've had in years. That was the most taboo thing we'd ever done. And I know I shouldn't but I really liked it

My son had one of those periods in life you would want to forget, ending eighteen months ago.
First of all he lost his father, who was killed in a motor cycle accident, which wasn't an accident if you account for the car driver being three times over the legal alcohol limit. A little over three months after we buried his dad, he found out his wife had been having an affair for over a year, with an old school friend of his. The consequence they split up after only two years of marriage. Then only four months before our confession begins, he walked in on his new girlfriend, as she was being fucked by two older men. And to make matters much worse, they beat him up as he tried to intervene.
He came to live with me and we soon developed a trust thing, as he couldn't get passed all his heartache. We agreed we'd be totally honest with each other and tell one another anything the other wanted to know.
At first, most if not all of the questions he asked was about his father. I'd answer them as clearly as I could, but only left out one thing, just how much I missed the physical side of our marriage. In other words how much I missed my husband tonguing my pussy and ass, and then fucking me.
Eventually he worked his questions around to why his wife then his girlfriend had cheated on him. He let me know he was well endowed, so why had they done what they did. After a few questions about their relationships myself, I finally asked him from his answers, if he ever went down on his women. It was then he told me he wasn't much good at it, as it would always always mnake him cum too quickly afterwards if he did perform oral sex on his sexual partners.
Nothing happened for a couple of months and I thought he was getting past his anger and pain. I myself was resorting to masturbation a lot, and using a dildo I'd gone and bought myself off the internet. And it was whilst I was using it one Sunday afternoon, he walked into my bedroom totally naked.
There was a look on his face of pure lust and I knew without having to think about it, if he wanted to slide his impressive looking cock into my pussy, I'd let him.
Instead my son said "I want to learn how to give cunnilingus properly and I want to know how not to cum so quickly afterwards. Will, can you, would you show me".
So eighteen months ago I had a dilemma to face. Either give up my body and sex to my son and relieve his sexual angst. Or deny him and risk him spiraling into an abyss of pain and sorrow all over again.
My reaction and this was totally natural, was to slide the dildo out of my pussy, open my legs wide so he could see everything and then tell him to come to me.
He lay between my legs and I felt his cock pressing onto my pussy mound. I kissed him as I would any lover and got the passionate loving kiss in return. We held each other tightly, kissing and moving to our own rhythm and carried on kissing as his cock managed to work itself almost into my pussy.
Holding him off a little, I asked my son to pleasure me with his mouth, I asked him to show me how he gave his oral loving to his women.
It was a completely frenzy of brutal licking, sucking and finger fucking that lead to me halting his five minutes of his attempts. It had been okay, but it was also too intense from the start. Helping him understand over the next half an hour about a womans needs first, I taught him how I enjoyed being tongued, manipulated by fingers vaginally and then had him perform the same inside my asshole. All the time setting a tempo with his tongue and lips with my clitoris. He calmed down and eventually began to give me one amazing orgasm after another. Once his mouth was driving me to such powerful climaxes, he understood to don't have to go at it like a bull in a China shop.
By the time I'd reached my fourth orgasm, he was surrounding my pussy, clit and asshole with his mouth and making sure each pass of his tongue was giving me the ultimate pleasure. Then and only then did I have him spin around to face his beautiful pulsating cock.
Gripping his shaggy hair, I pushed his face back into my sex, making him give me oral sex a little harder. At the same time I let his gorgeous cock slide over my tongue and enveloped it within my mouth. Slowly and with a knowing sense of his orgasmic reach, I sucked on my sons cock as if I'd always given him pleasure that way.
We melted together for suck a long time, and he was still giving me orgasms, only I was controlling the volume of their strength by concentrating on giving him the best blow job I could.
He told me raining his face away from my pussy and ass, that he'd love to fuck me. That was when I let the bull go wild.
Opening my legs and inviting him in, my grateful, wonderful and beautiful son plunged his cock into my pussy and took out month after month of pain within my body.
We kissed as I would have kissed his father. We fucked as if I was a common slut for him and him alone. And with his growing confidence, he withdrew, threw me over and drove his hard long pulsating delight back into my pussy sending me over the climactic edge once again.
On and on he fucked me from behind. I could hear the strain of his breath and the force of his powerful thrusts making my pussy sound like squishing noises. It was amazing and so wonderfully right, I cried a little. Not in regret or from any sense of doing something wrong, but from our love being perfect between us.
Then when I felt his cock bottom out deep and so hard within my pussy, I knew he was close. Telling him to quickly take my ass, he withdrew and slid his cock straight back into my rear passage. It was so wonderful and so deep up my ass it immediately set my orgasm off. And it was then my son made a roaring noise and came spurting his seed so deep within my bowels.
He collasped onto me and we lay there for some time as his cock softened, and eventually slid out of my ass. I did something then I'm so glad I did. I went down on my son and sucked in his cock tasting my juices on his cock and making him groan with pleasure. It gave me the chance to think in a strange way, and it also gave me the opportunity to show him, I would do anything for him.
From my position, I licked tongued and sucked on his cock, and I also did the same to his asshole licking up any drips of his cum which had leaked down to his ass.
Sleep was so kind and defining in our time together then. It was a break between our love making and the beginning if we wanted it to, in a new relationship. We spoke about what we'd just done and we both said we loved our time together. Kissing and fondling each other, I brought my son back to erection and had him lay on his back. Straddling him, I lowered myself over his body and guided his cock into my pussy. With his hands holding my breasts as they heaved up and down, I slolwy, ever so slowly, fucked my son and watched every single expression on his face.
When he came for the second time that day filing my pussy, I had him show me what he'd learned earlier and I had him feed me his sperm from his mouth.
We are living now as lovers, friends and as mother and son. I'm not going to say it's going to be forever, yet if he wants to only fuck me from now ion, I'm going to be there for him. If he finds someone else and he decides that it's all over, then I too again will accept and love his wishes.
Until then, we're going to enjoy each other and say nothing to the world, as we close the curtains.