Incest Deisres

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Svetlana Mega

 

Taboo Dreams

 

 

 

Copyright © 2024 Svetlana Mega

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

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Incest Desires

 

It was just after midnight when Jasmine Richards returned from her shift as the evening manager at the River City Plaza Hotel. As was her cusJohn, she entered the home stealthily. It was dark and silent tonight, even though her children would often be awake studying or watching TV.

She slept alone in the master bedroom after making her way down the hall. She had never remarried after her husband's death in a car crash ten years ago. She hesitated to become connected with anybody else since she was a recently bereaved mother of three small children who were grieving the death of their father. She only wished to continue living her life as a mother and raise her children.

 

Rick, her spouse, is still much missed by her. According to her, their marriage was perfect. They were a perfect fit in every way: sexually, psychologically, intellectually, and physically. Rick and Jasmine were both squatters. They had been an open and honest couple who enjoyed sharing, sucking, fucking, licking, and having pleasure. Jasmine spearheaded the entire operation. Jasmine was a passionate bisexual, in contrast to Rick's utter heterosexuality. She was a sucker for seeing Rick screw other ladies. When he wasn't fucking the wife or girlfriend of another guy, he loved watching her pleasure other men and women. She often had many partners.

Jasmine was one of those rare women who could climax frequently during anal intercourse, which she enjoyed nearly as much as vaginal intercourse. Along with licking wet pussy and swallowing cum, she also enjoyed sucking firm cock and having it done to her, and she also enjoyed licking cum out of another woman's well-fucked pussy. Rick was different from other guys in that he would enthusiastically suck his own come from Jasmine's vagina after a sexual experience, giving her an extra euphoric kick.

Jasmine re-emerged into the scene after a year and a half by reconnecting with her swinging pals. Even though she was still fairly active and loved it, she felt lonely without Rick. Even though several men had tried to woo her following his death, she remained uninterested in finding a new companion. Jasmine was a very beautiful lady on the inside and out. She had short, trendy auburn hair, captivating green eyes, and a grin that would make anybody melt. Plus, she possessed that one quality that screamed "female!" to guys.

The fact that Jasmine wouldn't let any man get too near her in no way diminished her desire for sexual relations. She was a serial masturbater, had a wide assortment of dildos and vibrators, and routinely viewed porn. It was simply that she didn't feel the need for another man's company or the necessity to raise her children in an unstable environment. Also, she had an odd, hidden fascination with incest that began when she was eighteen and continued throughout her own children's adult lives; she was now 43 years old.

 

The door to Jasmine's youngest son's bedroom was slightly ajar as she passed by. Seeing him, she decided to sneak a peek. Opening the door, she beheld John sprawled out on his back, undressed, while the moonlight illuminated his bedroom window, casting a warm glow on his attractive, toned physique...and his bare penis, protruding from his underwear. She felt a brief surge of longing. She was well aware that others would look down on her ideas, yet there they were. All three of Jasmine's children—a daughter and two sons—were objects of her sexual desire.

 

At the age of eighteen, she and her father had attended a crazy party, and it was when she first became aware of it. Jasmine had learned from her partner that she enjoyed becoming her own father's lover. While Jasmine had her own opinions about her attractive father, her girlfriend advised that Jasmine should also become involved with her father, whom she found to be rather "yummy." Her girlfriend had planned to give Jasmine's dad a blow job in a dimly lit room (really a closet) that they met at the party.

After that, Jasmine was convinced by her girlfriend to sneak into the room before her dad and pretend to be her. Jasmine agreed, her feelings jumbled and uncertain but her will unwavering. The moment her father entered the room and shut the door behind him, the room fell into total darkness.

"Where are you?" he inquired.

"Shhh," Jasmine whispered with a hint of intimidation.

Curling up against her, she grasped his hand and drew him close. After that, they kissed again and again. Nobody said a thing. Fearfully but resolutely, Jasmine knelt down and started fiddling with her father's belt buckle.

Her father said, "Damn, Betty, you're in a hurry, eh?""

As he assisted in taking his pants down, Jasmine inhaled his cologne and natural sexual musk, which she found very appealing. With an almost impossible sense of pleasure, she placed her mouth on her father's member and began sucking while caressing it with her hand.

"Oh my, Betty," Jasmine's dad moaned softly. "I'm not sure I can handle all the excitement."

"Mmm-hmm," Jasmine mumbled as she was about to experience the intense pleasure of her father's thick, hot cum. Unlike her girlfriends, or at least the majority of them, Jasmine has always eagerly swallowed the semen without qualm. She had a deep love for all forms of sex from the very first time she fucked and saw swallowing cum as an inevitable part of the process. Now, the prospect of engaging in this behavior with her father filled her with an overwhelming sense of excitement beyond her wildest dreams. The anticipation of the naughty and enjoyable experience was building.

As soon as her father arrived, he let out a series of grunts, gasps, and attempts to remain silent. Jasmine felt the initial surge of his hot, viscous essence on her tongue and immediately experienced her own small but satisfying orgasm. She proceeded to milk her father's cock until the last drop of semen was swallowed by hand. To her surprise, when he finished, he lifted Jasmine to her feet and planted a long, loving kiss on her forehead, an action that none of her lovers had ever done after she had sucked and swallowed their partners. This only served to further enchantment between her and her father.

After fastening his trousers, he remarked, "We'll have to do this again, but in a more open and lighted place."

Under her breath, she said, "Yes, we will," attempting to hide her reaction.

Again, her father kissed her tenderly before saying, "See you later, Betty." and then he departed.

In the wee hours of the morning, Jasmine awoke to find her father in the kitchen, sipping coffee and checking the news on his smartphone. The sensations of his strong arms embracing her, his kisses, and the thrill she had felt from sucking his cock had kept her awake all night.

With a cheery "Good morning, darling," he greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

Then, where is Mom?Jasmine inquired.

"She's off to the outlet stores with her friend Alice," said he.

She would have to wait a while for her mother to return from the outlet stores, which were at least an hour distant.

It didn't faze Jasmine in the slightest that her father was willing to "cheat" on her mother with his daughter's best friend, but the fact that he had unknowingly "cheated" with his own daughter was something she couldn't help but be excited about. Thinking about what they could do in the future, before she'd even gone to sleep, excited her even more. She was aware that this wasn't the typical way a daughter would think about her father, but she did, and that was it. Loved him for who he was, as her father, and was now prepared to love him with the same intensity as a woman loves a man.

It was no secret that Jasmine's parents had a rocky relationship. She thought it was because her dad was a charming and flirtatious man and her mom wasn't exactly a sex bomb.

In the midst of all that mental turmoil, Jasmine spoke out uncontrollably about how much she had liked sucking his cock the previous night.

She calmly described what had transpired, telling her bewildered father that she, and not Betty, had descended upon him in that dimly lighted room.

"Oh! Oh my! Holy cow!All her father said was, "I'm sorry," and Jasmine was terrified he might lose it at any moment.

"Damn, darling, you're one hell of a good cocksucker," he said, rising from the table, before smiling.

Stepping into her father's welcoming arms, Jasmine felt a wave of relief wash over her. They kissed, hugged, and returned to the master bedroom, where they made sweet, lovely love. This began a six-month romance, during which Jasmine had the finest sex of her life up until she met her husband.

Sometime later, Jasmine's mother saw them in the act. She became quite upset, but fortunately did not inform the authorities. Instead, she instructed Jasmine's father to leave immediately, never return, and never attempt to get in touch with her or Jasmine again.

Even though it had been twenty-five years since she had last heard from her father, Jasmine never regretted the six months she had spent as his girlfriend, and she had no idea what had become of him.

 

As she entered John's bedroom, her gaze shifted to his firm member. In the moonlight, she could barely make out his features, but she could hear his heavy breaths as he slept.

She thought, "I wonder if he will wake up if I do what I'm thinking of," as she crouched down next to his bed. A rush of excitement washed over her, just like the first time she sucked her father's cock. John's body was near the edge of the bed, as if he had been on his sJohnach and then rolled over onto his back in sleep. His cock was close to her face. She could, if she wanted to, lean down and slip her mouth over his beautiful erection.

On a few of occasions during their marriage, she would awaken in the middle of the night to find her husband's member arched like this. She would have sucked him dry without his waking up, with the exception of one occasion, which she was certain was due to the fact that it was around his typical waking hour.

She was so horny and his dick looked too good in the moonlight to pass up. He was a young man. Maybe he wouldn't get upset. Maybe he thought it was okay, just like she thought it was okay to be her father's lover. Who knew? She wanted to suck her son's cock and have him come into her mouth as a vivid dream that he would remember when he woke up. What would he do if she tried it and he woke up? She would be crushed and embarrassed. How could she explain it to him?

Now as she was kneeling before her son's bed and staring at his beautiful, firm cock, the excitement—the incredibly evil but exhilarating sensation of sucking his cock—was too much to refuse. Oh my, she was thinking. She knew she was going to do it.

As Jasmine moved forward, she steadied her hands on the edge of John's bed and took another look up at his face. His eyes were closed, indicating that he was undoubtedly still asleep.

As Jasmine leaned in for a passionate kiss on her son John's cock, she felt a surge of heat and a combination of his genital musk and the soap he had used in the shower. Her heart raced and a rush of excitement coursed through her body as she slowly and delicately sucked on John's member.

Jasmine listened for a change in her son's breathing or even the slightest movement as she continued sucking, relishing the sensation of her son's hard cock as her mouth delicately glided up and down on it. She felt a twitch, and her heart skipped a beat. She stopped. Nothing more. She continued, moving a little further down on his cock, sucking in firm, smooth strokes.

It didn't take long. Perhaps he was already fantasizing about having sex and getting a blowjob, which would explain why his member was already arched. Her son's breathing became more rapid and forceful, but that was about it. Then, he groaned, and she kept her eyes angled to the right so she could see his face, even though his eyes were still closed.

Sneaking into her son's bedroom when he was asleep and sucking the life force out of him was an incredible experience that brought Jasmine to the brink of climax.

After he finished, Jasmine eagerly and lovingly ingested all of the man cream that had been shot out by his cock six, seven, and eight times. She then heard him sigh, but his eyes remained closed, and his cock started to soften. Jasmine sucked up the last drops of semen that had oozed from his cock tip before quietly and carefully leaving his room.

Rushing to her bedroom, she undressed and collapsed onto her bed, masturbating in an almost frenzied manner as she relived the experience she had just had with her youngest son. The sensation was quite powerful, and she found it difficult to remain silent.

 

As his mother stepped out of his room, John widened in disbelief at what had just transpired. He had been fantasizing about his mother, as he occasionally did, stroking his cock and considering incest—not in a serious sense, but in a way where one can shape events to one's liking, and in that fantasy, his mother craved his affection.

In addition to being a young man with raging hormones and an open mind, he surfed the web for porn. He had seen both fake and supposedly real incest porn, but he didn't feel any revulsion about fucking his mother. He figured that was a normal reaction, but he somehow didn't think it applied to him. The woman he was looking at had a very shapely, firm, and toned body and looked great in bikinis, short skirts, or tight jeans.

So, he was caressing his member when he heard his mother's footsteps coming down the hall. He let go of his member and pretended to be asleep, hoping his mother would peek in and see his penis. Why? He had no idea. He honestly doubted that his mother would be thrilled or enthusiastic upon seeing his pointed member. It was simply that the idea of her seeing his erection was, well, exciting to him in a very mischievous but harmless way.

It was quite unexpected for her to enter his room, kneel down beside his bed, and suck his cock. John had a hard time pretending to be asleep, but he managed. And then, my god, his mother sucked him to completion, putting him in her mouth and swallowing it without hesitation, as if that were her intention all along. Oh, maybe. Perhaps she was just as perverted as him. Well, duh! Clearly, she had to be.

He had other things to attend to for the moment, but this was going to be fantastic. There would be more than one covert blow job in the wee hours of the morning, unless he could prevent it. Johnorrow, he planned to tell her something—not too blunt, but just to let her know that he had been awake when she had sucked his cock. He urged her to stay awake and savor every moment of it.

In his real-life fantasies, John started to imagine his mother. He took hold of his cock, which was still damp from her saliva and had a bit of his semen at the tip, and started to stroke himself. He became very stubborn very quickly. He entertained the idea of grabbing his mother's head and fucking her mouth, licking her pussy and drawing her closer, fucking her pussy, inserting his cock into his mother's vagina—the same one through which he had been born—and fucking it, as well as, if she wanted, foking her in the rear as well.

John was back to his old self, engrossed in his fantasies, and in no time at all he was envisioning himself fucking his mother in her little buttocks and releasing a torrent of cum, much to their delight and joy.

 

 

In the room with her oldest and youngest children, Jasmine's middle kid Jenna was horrified. She had just witnessed her mother sucking her younger brother's cock and, naturally, swallowing his come. She then suppressed a chuckle.

She mumbled to herself, "I suppose I'm not the only pervert in this house. Fuck." She then giggled once again.

Everyone in Jenna's family knew her as the computer nerd. She attended River City University to major in computer science and IT. Her elder brother Jackwas pursuing an MBA, while John was a first-semester college student who hadn't decided on a degree just yet. Additionally, Jenna has a robust libido, having had several lovers—both male and female—and an insatiable appetite for sexual exploration.

Little wifi cameras with low-light and audio capabilities were secretly bugged into her brother's and mother's beds. On several occasions, she would see her brother while he masturbated, grunted, and came. For some reason, it aroused her to the point that she masturbated in unison with them while she watched them. Her mother was no exception. Many evenings, Jenna would watch her mother masturbate with her hands or a dildo. She had even witnessed her have an orgasmic experience while using a dildo in her ass.

In a low voice, Jenna said, "What the fuck?" as she saw her computer screen activate. As she looked on, she saw her brother put his hand on his member and start to stroke it. His eyes were wide open, as she could see. Had he really been up the whole time, but acting asleep? Who is that tiny narcissist? Once again, Jenna cackled. Even though he was fully conscious the entire time, John had let their mother to suck him dry.

Jenna couldn't believe it; were we really a group of sexually dysfunctional people for whom incest didn't matter? That sounds awesome, doesn't it?

After Jenna watched her brothers masturbate and then masturbated while watching them, she realized she would fuck either of her brothers. She would fuck both of them simultaneously if they were bold enough. She figured why not try it out with Jackand John after enjoying two threesomes with two boys and a double penetration? Does anyone really want to? she pondered.

Jenna had loved having sexual encounters with other females her age, which she brought up in discussions about her mother. And her mother was, well, her mother—a really beautiful older woman—so why not? Her mother's bisexuality was something Jenna pondered. For Jenna, the idea that her mother may be bisexual and willing to engage in sexual relations with her would be just incredible.

John was muttering something, but Jenna couldn't decipher it. She raised the level slightly.

Oh my, yeah, Mom. Your arse is very taut," he said before returning to his previous position.

"Of course!""I will confront John about what just happened, and then I will have my chance to see if having sex with him is as good as my sick fantasies about it. I'm sure the thrill factor of committing incest with him would be more than worth it," Jenna whispered to herself, as she worried about her brother John's infatuation with their mother.

After turning off her laptop and placing it on the nightstand, Jenna slouched down into her bed, rubbed herself until she was slightly damp, and began to fantasize about having sex with both Jackand John. In her fantasies, John did to Jenna what he had only dreamed of doing to their mother: fuck her in the butt. Eventually, Jenna joined in, licking the moisture off her fingers before drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face. Her final thought before drifting off was, What would Johnorrow or the day after bring in terms of having sex with her brother John?

 

John walked cheerfully and smiling into the kitchen the following morning. Sitting at the table, eating cold cereal, were his sister Jenna and brother Jack. The sports section of the newspaper was what Jackwas perusing. As his younger brother entered the store, his sister glanced across at him from the Fashion and Living area. Because John was confused by it, he paid no attention to it and continued to focus on his mother.

A cup of coffee was being poured by Jasmine at the counter. John felt she looked stunning, radiant, and much younger than her actual age because her face was cleansed of makeup. This morning, she looked even more stunning in her short, rose-colored satin robe, which accentuated her slim ankles, beautiful feet, and red-painted toenails in addition to her tanned and toned legs that reached mid-thigh.

Taking his insulated travel mug from the shelf, John brewed a pot of coffee for himself. His mom glanced over at him as she rested her cup on the counter.

She said, "How are you feeling this morning?" as if she were curious about his level of awareness regarding the events of the night before. She felt a sense of superiority after successfully completing the most thrillingly twisted task she had ever undertaken, which included secretly sucking her father's dick without his noticing.

"Wonderful!" John said, beaming at his mom.

The cup held by her kid was examined by Jasmine. "Do you not have breakfast?"

"I got an early class. Got to go. I'll grab something later."

As they said their goodbyes, John reached down to kiss his mom on the cheek. As he whispered into her ear, he complimented her on her blowout earlier. "We'll talk later."

After that, he walked away, leaving his mother standing there with her mouth agape.

For her mother, Jenna wanted to know whether she was okay. Even though Jenna was very certain of what had just occurred, someone said, "You look like you've seen a ghost." According to what John had informed their mom, he was awake when she licked on his cock. She grinned quietly to herself. "This is going to get really interesting," she thought to herself.

Jasmine reflected on the night before and answered, "Yeah, I kind of did," recalling the conversation she had with her father the next morning. Her expression shifted to one of contentment as she turned to greet her daughter with a grin.

Her pussycat gave a cute little clench, and a wave of excitement washed over her as she braced herself for the day ahead. John pretended to sleep last night as he surreptitiously watched his mother suck his cock and drink his come. The mischievous rascal. It looked like the apple didn't fall far from the tree after all.

 

John spent the entire morning in class with his dick somewhat arched. He was preoccupied with thoughts about his mother's activities from the night before and his plans to spend time with her, should she be open to them. Then again, what makes her say no? Why would she object when he expressed his want to fuck her, go down on her, and "eat" her pussycat? She was already prepared to sneak into his bedroom and suck his cock.

A big shift was about to occur in John's life, and he was sure he could make it happen. His cock hardened to the point where it was visibly apparent. His inner voice said, "Strike while the iron is hot," just before she heads out the door for work. He left school early for his last two courses since he knew his siblings would be in class until at least three in the afternoon, when his mom was supposed to be working at the hotel. She often left for work around 2:30, which he was aware of.

John hastily made his way up the path after pulling up in front of the family house just after midday. A mix of excitement and nervousness washed over him as he prepared to meet his mother head-on, hoping that doing so would spark their budding romance. He was well aware that wanting to fuck his mother was immoral, but he didn't consider it particularly terrible. It would be strange if he got her pregnant, and he certainly didn't want that. Additionally, they would increase their chances of producing a child with a genetic disorder.

John conducted extensive reading when he had significant fantasies about having sex with his mom (and sister, too). Getting his mother pregnant with only one fuck was an incredibly remote possibility, but he was well aware that the odds of having a child with a mental or physical disability were close to 50%. Taking the life of another human being, especially a defenseless infant, was too risky. His mother already had three adult children; he doubted she would be interested in having another kid, and he certainly didn't want to be a parent right now. He was certain that his mother was on a birth control regimen, but he also knew that she dated sometimes.

But his mom was a stunningly beautiful woman; he would have gotten into bed with her in an instant if she weren't his mom. Then why not his mother? His affection for her was profound. His affection for her was strong. Mother and son got along beautifully; they never had any big arguments. As far as John was concerned, this would only constitute an increase in physical displays of affection and devotion. He thought that the harmful consequences of inbreeding were the reason for the almost universal taboo against incest. There would be no mating involved between him and his mother; only the physical and sexual pleasure of a couple who loved one other deeply. Given the circumstances, why is that wrong?

Even so, he cautiously opened the front door and crept inside, his sJohnach churning with anticipation. John went down the hall to his mother's bedroom after re-locking the door. He walked in via the open door. He could make out the sound of the master bathroom's running water. There was also an open door to the master bathroom.

John started taking off his clothing as he smirked. He thinks it's a fantastic idea to have a shower with his mom, wash up, rinse off, and get clean all over. He was nearly undressed when he felt the intense pressure of his cock, which was standing tall and proud. He was aware of his shaking as he felt his heart race. He stepped into the restroom after taking three calm, deep breaths.

There were two shower heads in the enormous glassed-in shower, but only one was operational at the moment. Despite the steam, he could make out his mom washing her body and singing to herself in the mirror. With the door ajar, John entered the shower.

"Hi Mom," he greeted her.

After cowering behind the wall and letting out a scream, Jasmine finally recognized the figure.

Dammit, John! You frightened the bejesus out of me!

Excuse me, Mom. I kid you not. My mind was elsewhere.

Then Jasmine turned to her son, taking note of his remarkably arched penis and balls—not to mention the fact that he was entirely hairless, just like her—and contemplating the implications of all this. She swallowed, her knees quivering, as she wondered if her secret longings and aberrant incest fantasies were actually coming to fruition.

After another gulp, she spoke up: "You said this morning that we'd talk later."

We can discuss later, alright? "Mom, unless you really want to talk right now, I really don't want to."

A long, relaxing breath from Jasmine's lips. For some reason, she felt anxious. Indeed, this was her heart's desire, the object of her previous fantasies.

Her son's warm brown eyes met hers, and she bit her botJohn lip. "Are you sure, baby?"

"Indeed, if you are," he said with a soft frown.

With a nod, she agreed. Saying, "Alright then," she expressed her anxiety.

His mother was embraced by John. Her upper abdomen was forcibly jabbed by the enlarged head of his member. With a gentle touch, Jasmine pressed his firm male flesh against her belly, and then she embraced her son's beautiful form. The anticipation made her quake with fear. It was inevitable that this would transpire. Similar to the relationship between her father and herself, she and her son were destined to become lovers.

Her son's face and hair were beaded as the water sprayed over her shoulders and splashed on her back. It went unnoticed. He brought his lips close to hers.

"Oh, John," Jasmine moaned.

Soon enough, their mouths were apart, and they were planting passionate kisses—their tongues entwined, probing, tasting, and twirling around one another.

With a heavier sigh, Jasmine said, "Oh, John," as they broke off the kiss.

"Oh my God, I loved that," he said to his mother. After that, he kissed his mom once more, this time with much more intensity.

As they parted ways, John gazed into his mother's stunning green eyes. "I loved that you sucked my cock last night," remarked the man. "Now I want to return the favor."

After saying, "Wait," Jasmine turned to turn off the water.

Upon her return, her son knelt down and delicately shoved her into the corner. With his hands on her hips, he started licking her lower belly. Aside from kissing, he nibbled and bit. As the thrilling sexual stimulation caused Jasmine's abdominal muscles to leap, she let out a pleasurable groaned sound.

With an excited voice tinged with want, John told his mother, "Spread your legs." The impending action was more thrilling than he had anticipated, and he had fantasized about subjecting his mother to such pleasure on several occasions.

Her legs were stretched out for her son by Jasmine.

John drooped his shoulders, and Jasmine turned her hips to expose more of her nude genitalia to her son.

He started licking her gently, from botJohn to top, and Jasmine hissed softly as his warm tongue passed into her sexual slit, which was now moist from her vaginal lubrication.

"Oh, John," Jasmine moaned, her mind racing with the absurdity of her son engaging in oral sex with her. Despite her knowledge that this was morally reprehensible, she couldn't bring herself to believe it. Her brief affair with her father had taught her that it was possible for close relatives to have sexual relations without upsetting society.

The way her son's mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth were exploring her vulva brought back a flood of memories of last night, when she had secretly enjoyed sucking his cock and feeling his hot semen gushing into her mouth. Jasmine loved sex in general, but having sex with someone dear to her, like her husband, father, or son, made it seem even better.

As her son persisted in providing her with delicious oral pleasure, Jasmine ran her fingers through his curly, dark brown hair.

She said, "John, I love you."

"And I love you too, Mom," John murmured, his eyes darting up from his mother's pussy—which he was enjoying more than any other pussy he had ever eaten—before returning to his behavior of licking, sucking, and nibbling on her pussycat.

John, beaming from ear to ear at having brought his mother to orgasm with his mouth, helped Jasmine slide down the wall and land on his thighs as she experienced an intense, body-shaking, convulsive orgasm, her fingers clenching her son's curly hair and her heart racing and her sJohnach churning.

After a little pause, Jasmine raised her head and said, "Oh Johny! Hello, Johny! Hello, Johny!"I love you," she said before planting a passionate kiss on his lips.