I don’t have any links for real incest videos. I don’t even know if such a thing exists. I’ve seen some before that claim to be, but who knows? They could just be random people.
I’m not sure which one you mean. If you mean my story, you can find it under the “about me” tag. If you mean a different story, try the “incest stories” tab.
Like it says there on the FAQ/Ask page, I’m happy to answer any such questions. Just message me from your account so I can reply.
I’m sure there are relationships that are more about physical gratification than love and emotion. But I would think they all come from an emotional place to some extent. It’s sex with someone you love. Even if you don’t love the other person romantically, there’s still some kind of bond between you.
I think it would be pretty hard to be in such a relationship and not, on some level, feel emotionally closer to the other person.
Well, I think that’s the Freudian view of things. But that relates more to early childhood development. In terms of like teenagers and stuff, I think the vast majority of guys probably never feel anything like that.
Since starting this blog, the amount of feedback I’ve gotten from guys who say they’re attracted to their mothers pales in comparison to the amount of stuff I’ve gotten from guys who say they aren’t.
She wasn’t sure which development was more surprising. Waking up in the basement and realizing she’d been strapped naked into some kind of medieval looking sex device. Or seeing her father standing there in front of her with the controls in his hand.
"What are you doing?!" she asked defiantly. "I’m telling Mom!"
Without a word, he flipped the switch.
Sure, it was a bit unusual. But it was for her own good, he reasoned. She’d been pushing herself so hard as of late. The poor girl always seemed so tense. So stressed out. She desperately needed a release.
Countless orgasms later, he removed the straps. Her legs were like jelly. She had to grab onto him to keep from falling.
"Still gonna tell?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
She simply hugged him. Tightly.
My son likes me to watch while he masturbates. He isn’t eager to open up about the reasons behind it and I don’t want to push. All he will say is he likes having me there. But I suspect its because he likes having an audience. I don’t think its about me. I happen to be the only person around who can watch him.
He does sometimes groan “Mom” when he comes, but I think its because I’m there with him. Beyond that he does nothing to make me think he has a mommy kink. He’s never said anything suggestive to me and he doesn’t try to escalate it. He’s super appreciative that I’m willing to watch and he’s become almost a perfect son as far as doing what I ask without an argument. It’s been good for us. I just think he enjoys having someone watch.
Meanwhile, I’m the one that’s now reading incest blogs and jilling to thoughts of all that jizz he sprays. LOL. But I would never try anything with him. It is fun to think about though.
Have I mentioned lately that I love when moms write in?
You’re a credit to mothers everywhere.
I plan to address this in more detail once I finally finish up with the trip story. But as that story would suggest, things have changed pretty drastically for me since this all happened.
Because of that, the time I have to spend on the blog has significantly reduced. It’s pretty much limited to times when I’m alone. Because when she’s home, we spend that time together.
I’m doing my best. I hope people understand. But it’s probably not going to change anytime soon.
Yes, I do. And I will. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but I want the site description to be nice and crisp and succinct and it’s tricky trying to sum everything all up in such a manner. That means taking some time to work on it, and when I have the time I’ve just been working on other stuff. Like telling the trip story.
But I’ll get around to it. Hopefully sooner than later.
I appreciate the non-dickness. But I got this just a few days before I posted part three and the “she said yes” thing, that’s how the first part ended. So this makes me wonder if you might have missed part two. Be sure to check it out if you did.
I still call her Mom. I can’t say what may happen in the future, but I can’t imagine calling her anything else. It would be really weird calling her by her first name.
And it’s hard to explain, but it’s like… I’m the only person in the entire world who gets to call her Mom. So it almost seems wrong not to.
Thanks, I appreciate it. I try to write like I was telling someone the story verbally and I guess that comes through well. I really don’t think I’d be good at writing fiction, though. There’s just an ease that comes with describing actual events.
Honest to God, this just popped up in my inbox as I was posting the prior letter. I never imagined that anything I did would inspire anyone else. I just hope anyone who feels that way is waiting for the right moment. Don’t rush into anything is what I mean. It took a looooong time for me to get the moment I wanted before I told her.
To the writer, I’m sorry to hear it didn’t work out like you wanted. Do you think it’s something she might warm up to, or does the door seem closed? I sincerely hope you’re still able to be friends.