Message-ID: <465eli$9704072334@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: rankamatr@aol.com (RankAmatr) Subject: REPOST: Have you ever committed incest? #11 The Thoroughly Disreputable Incest Digest ========================================= Issue 11 Of all the taboos in human society, incest may be the greatest. No wonder, then, that it is also one of the best kept secrets.... We now know that incest is much more common than previously imagined. Many people first begin to fantasize sexually about family members. Cousins and siblings may help us explore another person's body for the first time. I want to hear from you if you have had sexual contact with a family member, and what impact that had on your lives. Perhaps it was successful; perhaps it was a bad memory best forgotten. The story doesn't have to be very long, or detailed, or even sexy. Just let me know: ...with whom (half-sister, stepson, mother-in-law) ...at what age ...who initated the activity, and ...how you feel about it now I assure you, the confidentiality of any information provided will not be compromised. If you have a story you would like to share, please send mail to RankAmateur@writeme.com. Here are a few of the stories I have received so far. Thank you. SPOILER: Two very bad experiences recounted in this issue. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I first spied on my mom and dad by accident. I was about ten I guess, just old enough to know "of fucking" but not old enough to know much about it. Still, I was aware that I was very horny, a kind of free floating sexual arousal and with no way to deal with it. I'd climbed a tree in front of our house with, as I recall it, no intention of spying of my parents. A large and comfortable limb placed me just outside a second story window, my parents' bedroom, on a weekend afternoon as they were "making love." Actually, what I saw was them fucking. I'm more surprised now, as most children are by their parents, at their versatility. My mom sucked my dad's cock, and he her pussy. He fucked her from the front and from the back. Most erotic, he fucked her ass after she'd presented herself on all fours, reaching around to pull her ass cheeks apart in invitation. Later, she lay back, legs spread, and as they were talking, she idly masturbated, initially slowly and then with increasing need and vigor. That started it for me. I was driven by bottomless erotic urges and my mom, bless her soul, was driven by her own gad flies, for my father as a merchant seaman and gone most of the time. I gecame aware of my mother's increasing and at times, blatant sewuality. I used every opportunity to watch her, to spy on her. I watched her dress and undress, sometimes with me there (pretending I wasn't paying attention!), and I watched her pee, sometimes in the toilet but more often in the kitchen sink, for it was more convenient. I contrived to hug her and feel her breasts. To lie on the floor when she was reading, for her legs would often drift apart and I'd have an excellent view between her thighs. It seemed the only time she wore underpants was when she was menstruating. Had it not been for an untimely death at a young age, I suspect we would have drifted into an incestuous affair, for she was becoming increasingly provocative with me. I've never forgotten those memories and often use them to masturbate by. It remains hot. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- You asked if anyone had seen pictures. When I was 17 I found my parents' private photo box. It was all polaroids mostly of my mom nude and posing on the bed. My dad was in some too. I took some of them to a friend for copying and let him keep a copy. There were two funny things about this. I let him kkeep copies and so I knew he was jerking off to pictures of my mother. And he knew I was jerking off to pictures of my mother. Sort of partners in crime. Later on he paid me back with pictures of his wife, hot ones with dildos and vegetables! I am married now but I still keep those pics of my mom (well hid of course). Think I will go get them right now. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- yes i have... and from what i've read it is apparently the rarest of incest incidences... it was my mother... she died of cancer on sept 4/1996... this is probably a sting of some sort... but if you are collecting information for some higher purpose then i would be glad to assist you... and no... i'm not some nut... .i am 50 years old... my life was destroyed by this... there is'nt a single person on the planet who cares a diddly fucking shit in any way other then to profit from my telling of my experience... .you included or especially. [This information is collected only for the purpose of posting the next installment of these surveys on Usenet. There is no purpose, law enforcement, academic, or otherwise, other than my own interest sparked by my own experiences. -- Ed.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [SPOILER: sad ending] Follow up from above poster. I suppose you get a lot of bullshit stories on this subject. Here's a true one. As i entered puberty my mother would take showers and "discover" she did'nt have a bath towel. So she'd yell for me to bring her one. I'd go to her door, announce myself, she'd open the door and stand back far enough that I had to reach out to her with the towel. Every time I did this she would drop whatever she had been clutching to hide her nakedness and stand there totally nude...both of us staring at the other. It happened so often I called it "the game". As I grew older I interpreted it (correctly) that she was beckoning me to have sexual intercourse with her. In those days (1950s) being called a "motherfucker" was the worst insult imaginable. What my mother did made me view myself as a potential or wannabe motherfucker. I moved away from home when I turned eighteen. At twenty eight..my dad died and I returned home for awhile to comfort Mom. Less then a week after returning home I was laying in bed late one night half asleep. Mom gently pushed my bedroom door open. i lay there in the dimly- lit room....while she tip-toed around my bed and sat on the bed. There was some hesitation...I saw her make small furtive movements...and then felt her hand gently grasp my penis....within moments the pressure increased and she grasped my penis firmly. She then masturbated me. As soon as she left my room and closed the door I reached around behind me and turned on the light attached to the headboard. I had been fully awake (to put it mildly) during the entire incident. I remember telling myself to remember in vivid detail what had just happened because I suspected that a part of me would try to make it go away. I moved out of mom's house the next morning and returned to nurse her when she was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1993. Mom died sept 4,1994. I assume you're collecting these stories to excite yourself. You probably read these and masturbate. I am presently involved in starting a new company called ----well,never mind. Anyhow,the products are incest-fantasy-oriented. There is a tremendous market for this kind of thing but common decency dictates that the difference be made clear between fantasy and reality. One is harmless...the other is devestating.....!!! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [SPOILER: This is the saddest story I've received. No others follow, you may skip the rest of the post if you like.] This story is true, it's my own. My name is Karin and I'm a 24 years old student of business, daughter of a japanese father and a german mother. We live in germany. I once had a sister, but not anymore. I'm writing this as a sort of self-therapy, because I am really desperate. I never wrote anything like this before, especially not in english. I have only told this once to a very friendly person, I met in a german MUD. He was quite understanding and tried to cheer me up, but I never went into that mud again. I hate myself for that, but I could not bear the strain of "meeting" him again. Please excuse any gramatical/spelling errors, and I might have not always found the right words to describe my situation. Even though my english is quite ok, I haven't practiced it for a long time. Since I don't know the exact dialogue anymore, and I wouldn't want to make anything up, I only write in passive voice. ............. I thought I could never tell anyone about it, but it has been 9 years now. I was 15 bach then, and my sister Dorothea was 13. I never thought of me as pretty, but rather as a lousy excuse for a woman. Rather skinny, undeveloped and with a short haircut as I preferred, I was quite often mistaken for a boy. As I hate to say now, this often made me proud. Doscha (as I called her) on the contrary was very appealing to the eye. She had long, flowing black hair and a perfect physique. She always was a cheerful, charming girl, laughing the whole day. At least, I remember her that way. She was very popular among our family and friends alike and I hated her for that. Even though my parents noticed that she was getting so much more attention than me, they could not close themself off to her charms. You see, my parents were extremely prude. I think I have never seen my father naked and my mother only on two occasions. They never told me about the birds and the bees and stuff. A friend at school had to clear me up, and that was only short before my 15th birthday! I found out with 11 years [of age] how to masturbate with waterjets in public swimming-pools. I always thought I invented something new, until I saw a boy of my age do it too. Than I continoud to experiment with my hands.. I masturbated very often as this was one of the few things, that made me happy. I found out that I delighted most in thinking about how to socially disgrace my sister. I imagined how satisfying it would be if my parents walked in on her while SHE was masturbating... I always came heavily when I thought of that. Than something even more ashaming came into my mind. What if she was disgraced a lesbian?!? Or maybe even a lesbian who did it with her own sister!!! I almost flipped out over that thought and it became almost obsessive. During the next days I developed thousands of ideas how to make love to her, and just about as many sore spots... I had already noticed that she was masturbating too, as she was not the type who did it quietly. When I think back, I believe my parents knew too, but they pretended not to notice anything that even remotely had something to do with that. When my parents were gone on holiday, bycicling with their friends, as they still often do, I decided it was the time. I told her a made up a story about a boy, I just met, and how wonderful he was, that we kissed passionatly and how I was dreaming about him... That did the trick. Only 15 minutes later, I heard her in her room relieving herself. I noticed that she locked her door after she went in, but there was another door between her room and mine which couldn't be locked. Usually I have a chair standing in front of that door, which opens into my room, so she can't just walk in on me. Quietly i removed the chair and opened the door just a tiny little bit. She was kneeling on her bed, facing sideways to me. The way she did herself was not unlike my own method, I noticed. Then I loudly bumped the door open and stepped into her room. She reacted as I hoped she would, she gave off a shriek turned white pale. She cringed onto her bed, shivering and tears in her eyes. I told her that I cought her red-handed and what would happen if I told our parents and our friends. Besides, she was obviously masturbating about my (imagined) boy-friend and that he was mine and she stole him from me and had to be punished. She was like butter in my hands! I never felt so superior to another. I slowly appoached and caressed her hair while I started to undress myself with my other hand. ............ I can't write what comes next, since I forgot all of the details, but Doscha ended up having oral sex with me, which disgusted her, but I just loved it. In fact, I loved it so much, I completely forgot about taking pictures with the polaroid camera I borrowed from my grandmother. But my fairest hint of giving away our 'secret' was enough for her to succomb to me. We both changed a lot from this day on. She was extremely introverted and sad and cried sometimes without any apparent reason. she really suffered a lot. My parents took her to a doctor when they came back, but she didn't tell anyone. I, on the contrary, was suddenly energetic, cheerful and popular with almost anybody. I was even elected vice-class-speaker a couple of weeks later. The following 2 months I made her lick me seven days a week and I did her too, sometimes, when I felt like it. Than one day, when I came back from school, my father was there, which is rather unusual, since he is normally at work till late afternoon. He was totally pale and I noticed, that he cried and he told me that something happened to Doscha. We drove off to a nearby hospital, and when we arrived there my mother was totally lost in tears. She fell around the neck of my father and cried continously. A nurse told me to be brave and that my sister had just died of the injuries she recieved in a car accident in front of her school. Later I heard that it was almost as if she ran into the car on purpose. The driver of the bus that ran over her was a twenty-something year old guy. He came by our house 2 or 3 times. He was so desperate because of the accident and wanted to help us, but my parents sent him away. They didn't sue him or anything, but he was in a bad shape nonetheless. I think the police took away his license, or something like that. To say that I felt as bad as I could would have been an understatement. I dropped out of school half a year later and pigged out almost 20 kg. I didn't leave home as I was wracked with suffering. Finally, I managed to get a hold of myself and returned to evening-school and made it to the german 'fachhochschule' where I still am. I still have the feeling that I was a true monster, psycholgically raping my own sister, day after day. I have never been close to anyone else anymore, and masturbating doesn't make me even remotely happy, so I stopped doing it. I hope it helps if I can write this anonymously. It doesn't make me feel any better though, but I believe if I can confess my sins enough, I might even open myself up to a yet nonexisting friend of mine. ................. Well, I hope this has been of use to you. If you want to flame me for what I did, just go ahaed. I can take it, I think. Thank you for reading this. Karin =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- If you have an incest experience you would like to share, please send it to: RankAmateur@writeme.com. Anonymity guaranteed. QUESTION OF THE WEEK: Sex with in-laws is incest too. Have you ever had an affair with someone in your spouse's family? What happened? Were you discovered? "You can't do this to me ... I'm a tourist ... I'm an American ... 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