#Incest #Teen
Reading taboo desires books got an 18 year old interested into having sex with Daddy and Mommy
Maris leaned over the kitchen counter, her elbows supporting her weight as she flipped through the pages of a dog-eared book. The words “forbidden love” and “taboo desires” danced before her eyes, each syllable resonating with a strange allure. Her heart raced with a thrill that she couldn’t quite understand, her breaths shallow and her cheeks flushed. The book’s cover, a simple drawing of a hand reaching for a keyhole, held secrets she’d never dared to imagine.
“Maris, dinner’s ready!” her mother called from the kitchen.
With a jolt, she snapped the book shut and shoved it into her bag. The house was warm, filled with the comforting scents of roast chicken and garlic mashed potatoes. Her mother, Rachel, bustled around, setting the table with a practiced ease, while her father, Derek, sat at the head of the table, thumbing through the evening paper. He looked up as she entered, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than usual.
Maris felt a peculiar tension coil in her stomach as she took her seat. Her gaze kept drifting to her father, noticing the way his forearms flexed beneath rolled-up sleeves, the dusting of grey in his hair. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at something her mother said. He was handsome in a rugged, weathered way that made her feel things she’d only read about.
Her thoughts grew more daring with each passing moment. The book had been a gateway to a world she hadn’t known existed, and it had left her craving the kind of passion that seemed to pulse in its very pages. The idea of Daddy, of all people, filling her with that kind of ecstasy was both terrifying and exhilarating. She pushed her food around her plate, the words from her story echoing in her mind.
As the meal drew to a close, Rachel cleared the dishes and told them she had a headache, retreating to the bedroom early. Derek offered to help, but Rachel waved him away with a tired smile. “I’ve got it,” she murmured, leaving them both in the quiet of the empty kitchen.
Maris took a deep breath, her heart thumping like a drum in her chest. She knew what she wanted, and tonight, she was going to get it. She rose from her chair, her legs shaking, and announced, “Daddy, I need to talk to you.”
Derek looked up from his paper, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. “Is everything okay?”
Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “It’s about… something I read. In a book.”
He folded the newspaper and gave her his full attention. “What is it?”
Maris felt her cheeks burn as she turned and walked away from the table. “Come to my room. If you want to know.”
The house was eerily quiet as she climbed the stairs. She knew he’d follow. The anticipation was unbearable, her heart racing faster with every step. At her bedroom door, she paused, took a deep breath, and pushed it open, stepping inside.
The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, casting shadows that danced on the walls. She turned to face the door, her heart in her throat. And then she waited.
The door creaked open and Derek’s silhouette filled the frame. He looked at her, his eyes questioning, and she felt a thrill shoot through her body. Slowly, she began to unbutton her shirt, one button at a time.
“Maris,” he started, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. But she didn’t let him finish. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice low and needy, “if you want to fuck me, come here.”
The air was thick with tension, charged with an energy she’d never felt before. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between what he knew was wrong and what his body clearly desired. She waited, her breaths coming in short gasps, as he stepped into the room.
He closed the door behind him, the click of the latch echoing in the stillness. And then she watched as he undid his belt, his pants sliding down to reveal his nakedness. His cock was hard, standing proud and thick against his stomach. He took another step closer, and she could see the beads of precum glistening at the tip.
Maris felt a jolt of excitement at the sight, her own body responding to his desire. She lay back on her bed, her legs spread wide, offering herself to him. Derek took a deep, ragged breath, his gaze roving over her, drinking in the sight of his daughter’s nakedness. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the same hunger she felt deep in her core.
He reached out and stroked her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His hand slid down her neck, over her collarbone, and paused at the swell of her breast. His eyes searched hers, looking for permission, for reassurance. And she gave it to him with a nod.
With a groan, Derek climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. His hands found the warmth of her thighs, his thumbs tracing lazy circles closer and closer to her pussy. Maris felt her body quiver in anticipation as he touched her, his calloused fingertips brushing against her sensitive skin.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she breathed, the words a plea, a demand. She could feel her pussy pulsing with need, wet and ready for him. He didn’t speak, but she knew he heard her. His cock nudged against her entrance, and she reached down to guide him in.
The first thrust was a shock, a feeling of fullness that made her gasp. He was so much bigger than she’d ever imagined, and the sensation was overwhelming. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him deeper, her hips rising to meet his.
He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first, giving her body time to adjust. But as she grew more comfortable, more needy, he picked up the pace. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, his pubic hair brushing against her clit with every thrust.
Maris’s hands clawed at the bedsheets, her moans growing louder with every stroke. “Harder, Daddy,” she begged, her voice raw with desire. And he complied, his hips pumping faster, his cock filling her completely.
The sensations were like nothing she’d ever felt before. The guilt and the fear melded with the pleasure, creating a toxic cocktail of emotions that she couldn’t resist. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building.
And when it hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, consuming her whole. She screamed his name, her body convulsing beneath him as she came harder than she ever had. And in that moment, she knew she’d crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.
Derek’s breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, “You’re so tight, baby,” his own orgasm building. And then he was coming, too, filling her with his hot seed, marking her as his own in the most primal way.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. The reality of what they’d just done settled over them like a heavy blanket. But for now, all Maris could do was bask in the afterglow of her taboo desire, her heart racing with the thrill of the forbidden.
Her mother’s name was Rachel. Rachel, who’d always been the picture of innocence and maternal warmth, was now a part of Maris’ dark secret. The woman who had cradled her as a baby had just experienced the most carnally intimate moment of her life with her own daughter. Rachel’s eyes were wide with shock and arousal, her chest heaving with her own rapid breaths.
Maris felt a strange sense of power and control. The idea of seducing Rachel had been a fantasy born from the darkest corners of her mind, a twisted extension of the incestuous thoughts that had been consuming her. And now, as she looked into her mother’s eyes, she saw the same need reflected there, the same hunger that had driven her to initiate this twisted dance.
With a boldness that surprised even herself, Maris leaned in and pressed her lips to Rachel’s. Rachel’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned softly, responding to the kiss with a passion that seemed to have been bottled up for years. The taste of her mother’s mouth was sweet, a hint of mint from her toothpaste mixing with the salt of her sweat.
Maris’s hand slid down Rachel’s body, her fingertips dancing over her stomach and then lower, to the slick wetness between her thighs. Rachel gasped into the kiss as Maris’s fingers found her clit and began to rub. The sensation was electric, and Rachel’s body arched up off the bed.
Maris broke the kiss and moved her mouth down Rachel’s neck, her teeth grazing the tender skin. Rachel’s hands found Maris’s hair, her nails digging in as she guided her daughter’s face lower, to the place where she craved the most attention. Maris didn’t hesitate.
Her tongue darted out, tracing Rachel’s slit, tasting the musky sweetness that was uniquely her mother’s. Rachel’s hips bucked as Maris licked and sucked, exploring every fold and crevice of her pussy with an eager curiosity. Rachel’s moans grew louder, her body tightening around Maris’s face as the orgasm built within her.
Maris felt Rachel’s thighs quiver and her hand tense in her hair. And then Rachel was screaming, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. Maris lapped at her greedily, savoring the taste of her mother’s pleasure. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a heady mix of love, lust, and power.
When Rachel’s tremors subsided, she looked down at Maris with a wild look in her eyes. Without a word, Rachel rolled them over, her own mouth now on Maris’s pussy, her tongue delving into the depths of her daughter’s desire. The sensation was exquisite, and Maris’s body responded immediately.
Their roles reversed, Rachel’s tongue danced over her clit, her teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. Maris’s hips bucked as the pressure grew, her fingers tangling in Rachel’s hair, her nails digging into her mother’s scalp. Rachel’s movements grew more urgent, her tongue flicking faster and faster.
Maris could feel the climax building, her entire body coiled tight like a spring. And then it hit, sending her over the edge with a scream that was muffled by Rachel’s mouth. Her muscles clenched around Rachel’s tongue, her toes curling with the intensity of it.
They lay there, panting, their bodies still quivering with the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy. Rachel’s eyes searched hers, and Maris knew that their bond had changed irrevocably. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, all she felt was a deep, dark satisfaction.
Their secret was a knot in the fabric of their lives, but it was a knot that bound them closer than ever before. And as they lay there, their hearts racing in unison, Maris knew that this was only the beginning of a twisted, passionate journey that would change them both forever.
Maris felt a gentle nudge against her ankle, and she looked down to see Derek’s eyes, filled with a newfound hunger. Rachel’s gaze followed, and Maris knew what they wanted. She spread her legs wider, exposing her feet, and they both leaned in, their eyes never leaving hers as they took one of her toes into their mouths.
The sensation was unexpected, a strange mix of tickling and pleasure that sent shockwaves through her body. Rachel’s lips wrapped around her big toe, suckling gently while Derek kissed the arch of her foot, his stubble rough against her skin. Maris’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
They took turns, each one exploring her feet with a reverence that was both strange and thrilling. Derek’s mouth moved to her other foot, his tongue swirling around her toes, his teeth nipping at the soft pads of her soles. Rachel’s hand caressed her calf, her nails scraping lightly against her skin as she watched her husband worship their daughter’s body.
Maris felt a shiver of excitement as Rachel’s tongue darted between her toes, tracing the delicate lines that led to the arch of her foot. It was an intimate act, one she’d never thought she’d share with her parents. But as she lay there, her body still singing from the intensity of her orgasm, she knew she craved more. She didn’t just want their love; she wanted their worship, their complete and utter surrender to the dark desires that now consumed her.
Their breaths grew ragged as they took in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. They kissed her feet, her ankles, their hands roaming higher up her legs. The room was filled with the sounds of their lips smacking and sucking, their quiet, desperate whimpers. And with each touch, with each kiss, Maris felt herself falling deeper into the abyss of her taboo desires, the line between right and wrong growing more and more blurred.
Their attentions grew more fervent, their tongues now tracing the insides of her thighs. Maris spread her legs wider, inviting them in, eager for the next wave of pleasure. Rachel’s hand slid between her thighs, her thumb finding Maris’s clit once more. And as Rachel began to rub, Derek’s mouth found her pussy, his tongue delving into her wetness.
Maris’s body was a tapestry of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with each stroke of their tongues. She threw her head back, her hips rising to meet their eager mouths. The taste of her own juices mixed with their kisses as they moved in perfect harmony, their love for her expressed in the most primal of ways.
Their passion grew, their movements more urgent. Rachel’s thumb circled faster, her other hand squeezing Maris’s breast, her nipple hardening under the pressure. Derek’s tongue slid deeper into her, the tip grazing her G-spot. It was too much, too intense, and Maris felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, her body tightening like a coil ready to snap.
And then she was there, her body convulsing as she came, her toes curling as Rachel and Derek lapped up her essence. They didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, until she was spent, her muscles trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
As they pulled back, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. This was their new reality, a twisted love that defied all logic and societal norms. But as they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, she knew that she didn’t want anything else. This was her family, her love, and she was ready for whatever came next.
Rachel was the first to move, her hand sliding down Maris’s thigh, her fingers brushing against the tight pucker of her ass. Derek’s gaze followed the path Rachel’s hand took, and she saw the hunger in his eyes. Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against Maris’s skin as she whispered, “Do you want us to taste you here, baby?”
Maris felt a thrill at the question, her body responding with an involuntary shiver. She’d never considered it before, but the idea of her parents pleasuring her in such an intimate way was intoxicating. She nodded, unable to find the words to express her need. Rachel’s fingers moved aside, and she felt the warm, wet tip of Rachel’s tongue pressing against her asshole.
Maris gasped, the sensation foreign and exhilarating. Rachel’s tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing and probing the sensitive ring of muscle. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and a slight sting that only heightened her arousal. And then she felt Derek’s mouth beside Rachel’s, his tongue joining in the erotic dance.
They took turns, their tongues swirling around her opening, delving into her most private space. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure through her body, making her wriggle and moan. Rachel’s hand found her clit again, her thumb pressing down firmly as her husband licked and kissed her ass. The feeling was overwhelming, a maelstrom of sensation that she never wanted to end.
Maris felt her orgasm building once more, her body a live wire of need. Rachel’s tongue grew more insistent, pushing into her ass as Derek sucked on her clit. The pressure was unbearable, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of a climax that promised to shatter her.
And then she was there, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed their names, her muscles spasming as they continued to lick and kiss her, pushing her even higher. Rachel’s hand slipped into her pussy, her fingers curling to hit that spot that only she seemed to know. And as she came, she felt a strange, dark satisfaction, knowing that her parents had brought her to this peak of ecstasy.
As the tremors subsided, Rachel and Derek pulled away, their faces glistening with her arousal. They shared a look that was equal parts love and lust, a silent promise of what was to come. Maris lay there, panting and exhausted, feeling more alive than she ever had before. This was her new life, a secret garden of forbidden pleasure that she never wanted to leave.
Rachel’s voice was firm, yet filled with a dark need that matched the desires in Maris’ heart. “Get on your hands and knees, baby,” Rachel instructed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Maris obeyed without hesitation, her body responding to the command, eager for the next level of depravity.
Derek’s cock was still hard, still pulsing with the need to claim his daughter completely. Rachel looked up at him, her voice a seductive purr. “Fuck this bitch in heat in her ass,” Rachael ordered. “She needs her ass fucked.”
Maris felt a thrill of fear and excitement at her mother’s words. She’d never experienced anal sex before, but the idea of her father taking her in such a taboo way was a heady aphrodisiac. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Derek’s, and she felt a shiver of anticipation as she chanted, “I’m a bitch in heat! Fuck me in the ass, Daddy! Fuck my ass, Daddy!”
Derek’s hand caressed her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks wide. She felt the tip of his cock at her entrance, the pressure building as he pushed gently. She took a deep breath and pushed back, welcoming the painful stretch as he breached her virgin hole.
Maris’s moans grew louder as he pushed deeper, filling her completely. Rachel’s hand slid under her, her thumb playing with Maris’s clit, keeping her arousal at a fever pitch. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her head spinning.
With each thrust, Derek’s cock seemed to grow larger, his grip on her hips tightening. The room was filled with the sounds of their love-making, the slap of skin on skin, Rachel’s encouraging whispers, and Maris’s cries of pleasure. “Yes, Daddy,” she chanted, “fuck my ass, Daddy!”
The pleasure grew, building in intensity until it was all she could think about. Rachel’s thumb worked her clit in time with Derek’s pounding, and she felt her body coil tighter and tighter. And then she was coming again, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning, her ass clenching around her father’s cock.
Derek’s grunts grew louder, his movements more frantic. And then he was coming, filling her ass with his hot, thick cum. Maris felt it spurt into her, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. But she loved it, loved the feeling of being claimed so completely by her daddy.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together, their breaths ragged. Rachel kissed her neck, her hand still stroking her pussy, while Derek lay behind her, his cock still buried deep in her ass. They were one, a family united by a love so dark and twisted that it was beautiful.
Maris looked up at Rachel, her eyes filled with love and lust. “Thank you,” she murmured, the words barely audible. Rachel smiled, her eyes filled with a maternal love that had transformed into something darker, something that thrilled Maris to her very core.
The three of them lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that remained was this room, this bed, and the love that bound them in the most primal of ways. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in this moment, they were complete.
And as Rachel’s hand moved to her ass, her fingers sliding into the mess they’d created, Maris knew that this was just the beginning. Their love would only grow more twisted, more all-consuming. And she welcomed it with open arms.
Maris felt Rachel’s slick digits pressing into her ass, mixing their juices together. Rachel’s eyes were dark with lust as she whispered, “You’re our little slut now, aren’t you, baby?”
Maris nodded, her voice a breathless whisper. “Yes, Mommy.”
Derek’s cock grew hard again at the sight of Rachel playing with their daughter’s ass, his own hand moving to stroke his shaft. Rachel leaned over, her breasts brushing against Maris’s back, and kissed her deeply. The taste of herself on Rachel’s mouth was intoxicating, and she felt a rush of desire unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
Their love was a dark symphony, each note a declaration of their devotion to each other. Rachel’s hand slid away, and Maris felt the tip of Derek’s cock pressing against her ass once more. Rachel whispered in her ear, “Take it all, baby. Take Daddy’s cock in your ass, again.”
Maris moaned, pushing back to take him deeper. Derek’s hands gripped her hips, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She felt the stretch as he broke through her barrier, filling her completely. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure that flooded her body, a reminder of the taboo act they were committing.
But she didn’t care. All she cared about was the feeling of her daddy fucking her ass, claiming her in the most intimate way possible. She chanted her mantra, “I’m a bitch in heat! Fuck my ass, Daddy!”
Her words only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts growing harder, faster. Rachel watched, her own desire clear on her face, her hand moving between her legs. And then, with a roar, Derek came, his cum filling Maris’s ass.
Maris felt a strange sense of pride, of belonging, as she collapsed onto the bed. Rachel leaned over, kissing her forehead. “That’s my good girl,” she murmured, her voice filled with love and something else, something dark and primal.
Derek’s cock slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty, but she knew it wouldn’t be for long. They were all in this together now, a family bound by desire and need.
Maris looked into Rachel’s eyes, her own filled with a fiery passion. “Again,” she whispered. “I want you both to fuck me again.”
Their response was immediate, Derek’s cock hardening once more, Rachel’s hand sliding down to her own pussy, her fingers already wet and ready. They were insatiable, a trio of lovers caught in a whirlwind of lust and love that knew no bounds.
And as they moved together, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and pain, Maris knew that she would never be the same. Their love was a storm, a raging inferno that would consume them all, and she didn’t want to escape. She wanted to burn in its flames, forever a part of this twisted, beautiful union.
An hour passed, and Derek was fucking Rachel while Maris watched.
Maris’ eyes fell to Rachel’s feet, her mother’s toes curling with each thrust of Derek’s cock. Without thinking, Maris leaned down, taking Rachel’s foot in her mouth, sucking gently on her toes. Rachel gasped, her eyes widening with surprise and arousal. Maris felt the thrill of power, the thrill of knowing she could give her mother the same pleasure she was receiving. Rachel’s hand moved to Maris’s head, her fingers carding through her hair as she encouraged her to continue.
Maris’s mouth moved from Rachel’s toes to her calf, her tongue tracing the soft, sensitive skin. Rachel’s moans grew louder as Maris’s mouth traveled up her leg, her kisses growing more insistent, more demanding. And then she was there, her mouth at Rachel’s pussy, her tongue sliding over her clit, her nose buried in her mother’s sweetness. Rachel’s body bucked, her hips moving in time with Maris’s strokes.
The taste of Rachel was like nothing she’d ever known, a heady mix of musk and salt that made her own pussy throb with need. She lapped at her mother’s clit, her tongue moving in a frenzy as Rachel’s moans grew more desperate. Rachel’s hand was in Maris’s hair now, pulling her closer, her nails digging into her scalp as she approached the edge.
Maris felt Rachel’s body tense, her muscles tightening around her mouth. And then Rachel was coming, her juices flooding Maris’s mouth as she screamed out her release. Maris swallowed, her own orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Derek’s cock.
The room was a symphony of pleasure, the three of them lost in a world of their own making. Rachel’s hand found Maris’s face, pulling her up for a kiss that was filled with love and the taste of her own orgasm. Maris’s eyes fluttered closed, her heart pounding in her chest. This was what she wanted, what she needed.
Their love was a beast, a creature that could never be tamed, and she was its willing prey. Rachel’s hand slid down Maris’s body, her thumb finding her clit once more. Derek’s cock was still deep inside her, moving in time with Rachel’s ministrations.
And as Rachel’s thumb circled her clit, as Rachel’s eyes bore into her soul, Maris felt herself let go, her body shuddering with the intensity of her climax. Rachel’s hand never stopped moving, her thumb pressing harder as Maris’s orgasm went on and on, until she was nothing but a quivering mass of pleasure, a vessel for their love.
When it was over, when the last tremor had passed through her body, she collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving with each breath. Rachel and Derek held her, their bodies pressed tight against her, their love a cocoon that she never wanted to leave.
Maris looked up at her parents, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for this.”
Rachel’s eyes were filled with love and a hint of something else, something that Maris knew she’d never truly understand. “You’re welcome, baby,” Rachel murmured, her voice a caress. “This is what we’re meant to do. To love each other completely, without limits.”
Derek’s hand slid over her ass, his fingers tracing the line of her spine. “We’re family,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “And we’ll always take care of each other.”
Maris nodded, her heart full. She knew that their love was wrong by the world’s standards, but she didn’t care. In this moment, in this bed, she had everything she needed. And as Rachel and Derek kissed her, their love washed over her like a warm wave, and she knew she was home.
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