++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Goodwill: A Warning
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ incest family
When my ex-husband and I divorced, we agreed that we would each raise one of our children; Bob, age 7, to him and Rosa, age 2, to me. But last year, after my ex-husband died in a plane crash, Bob came back into our home.
Rosa and I picked him up at the airport. It was the first time we had seen each other in 18 years. My little boy is now a handsome young man of 25 and I’m approaching 45 – what a delightful and sentimental reunion!
When I caught sight of my son coming out of the exit, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at how handsome and fit he was. Rosa, on the other hand, seemed to be a little too excited about her brother and was practically delirious. I practically thought she would have jumped on her brother if it wasn’t in public.
But after Bob came home, Rosa was acting all normal, and I didn’t associate it with too much more. I just assumed that maybe Rosa’s momentary lapse in behavior was just the normal reaction of a girl after meeting her long-lost brother.
One day, four months after Bob came back to us, Rosa said she had something to talk to me about. She sat down beside me as I sat down and told me that what she was going to say might come as a shock to me, but she felt she had to tell me because she was two months pregnant.
I said I wasn’t shocked, just disappointed in her carelessness, I knew she was a young girl and a new woman. I never expected her to be a virgin, but if she was so stupid as to not know how to protect herself, then pregnancy was a foregone conclusion.
While I was concentrating on talking to Rosa, I didn’t realize that Bob had come in and sat down next to us. And when he opened his mouth, I was completely shocked.
“Mom, I think you’ll be surprised: because I’m the father of this child! Rosa didn’t get pregnant by accident, we planned to have this baby.”
I was really shocked.
My children are incesting! Not only are they deliberately breaking this oldest of taboos, but they are taking it to the extreme – incestuous pregnancy!
I didn’t know what to say, I just repeated the phrase, “Why?”
Rosa told me why the attraction between the two of them was so strong: first of all, although they were brother and sister, they had been separated from each other since they were young to the point where they didn’t feel like brother and sister at all when they met. Secondly, they have always been each other’s dream girl.
I was a little surprised when Rosa explained to me that they had only begun to fall in love in correspondence with each other.
Gosh! I know they have been corresponding and am happy that my kids have been able to stay in touch.
I don’t know if I would have been happy if I had known then that it would have developed into what it has become!
Bob knew before I did that Rosa had given her first time to the captain of her high school soccer team. And that guy was a terrible lover and a constant source of distress for Rosa.
So she writes to Bob for comfort. Bob writes back to her explaining her confusion and offering her comfort. At the same time he confides in her about her own love life, and she writes back that his lovers are fools. When she turns 18, Rosa sends Bob a nude picture of herself, and Bob writes back with one of his own.
And so, slowly, one by one, Rosa says their relationship has grown to the point where she wouldn’t hesitate to sleep with each other if given the chance.
Bob began to explain this to me as well. He said that during the years he had lived with his father, he had slept with many women of all races, colors, and levels. But he always felt that they lacked an emotional resonance with him, and never gave him a sense of divine connection and the warmth that should be found in a loving relationship.
So for the past two years, he stopped looking for other women and just settled for his own hand when he needed it. And the object of his fantasies when he masturbates is a nude picture of Rosa.
Rosa told me that the first time they had intercourse was the day he came home.
While I was out on the street picking up groceries for a welcome dinner, they celebrated the reunion in bed. That night when I went to bed, Bob slipped into his sister’s room to get his first taste of her asshole.
“I regret wasting my virginity on that stupid guy, but I’m going to make sure Bob gets one of my firsts on me.”
They’ve been having sex non-stop ever since, and they said they never wanted to hide it from me.
“But a baby,” I asked, “why would you want to have a baby? Is it just one? Or do you want more?”
I turned to my son, “You’re five years older and more experienced, so at least you can talk your sister out of taking a chance on this pregnancy thing.”
“I didn’t originally want to, Mom. As my love for my sister and I progressed from the spiritual to the physical, I was always careful. I’ve read everything I could find on incest, including pornographic books, scientific studies, sex surveys, and many other things. I knew that many of the older accounts of incest had offspring that were defective, but there was nothing wrong with Rosa and me at all, so why would our offspring be defective? So when Rosa made love to me and expressed her desire for an offspring that we shared, I said I would be happy to help her.”
Finally Bob showed me the various incest digests he had collected. As soon as I read the stories and articles about incestuous pregnancies, I realized that he was the mastermind behind his sister’s crazy birth plan.
That night I tossed and turned in bed and had trouble sleeping.
What should I do? Call the cops? Tell them my kids are fucking each other! Making babies? And then bring great shame and trouble to all of us all of us?
They’re adults, and they’ve made choices about their lives. If I discourage them it will only cause me to lose them. Actually, having a grandchild still seems to be great.
In the end I decided it was better to accept the fait accompli to the best of my ability. When I decided I fell asleep quickly and calmly.
The next morning I told my kids I accepted their reality and that I thought it would be better for all of us to live together. Since I was going to be their children’s grandmother and grandma, that meant they didn’t have to worry about having a babysitter who would spill their secrets.
Both Bob and Rosa said they never wanted to leave me as long as I didn’t kick them out for their incestuous relationship.
Then we got down to the business of getting ready.
First we converted Bob’s bedroom into my bedroom while Bob and his sister moved into my original master bedroom. In my original bedroom a huge sleeper bed which brought back memories of the many beautiful sexual encounters I had on it.
Then we turned Rosa’s bedroom into a nursery.
It also occurred to me that I should think of a way to not make that child a bastard, and Bob and Rosa saw it the same way. So, we falsely claimed that Bob and Rosa were just cousins (where we lived cousins were allowed to marry). Since Bob and we had been separated for 18 years, it was easy for us to do a little tinkering with the documents and get my son and daughter married before Rosa’s belly showed.
And the honeymoon, Bob said they didn’t need it because they’d long since done what they were supposed to do on the honeymoon, and a pregnant Rosa needed my care even more.
It was probably a coincidence that that happened.
Bob and Rosa had forgotten to close the door to their bedroom that day while I was getting ready to go back to bed. My children’s room was extraordinarily bright, and they were all naked and tangled up in a bed that was only five feet from the door!
When my son is mounting his sister’s now wife, how can this be something I can resist checking out?
How can I control that my pussy won’t get wet when I see my son’s lovely cock in his sister’s pussy?
How could my nipples not get hard too when I watched Bob suck on his sister’s nipples?
How could I not let my fingers quench my pussy’s thirst as I watched my son fly in and out of my daughter?
When I got to bed, it took me five times the usual amount of time before I was able to sleep peacefully.
Rosa’s belly is getting bigger and bigger and I’m getting happier and happier for her. Soon to be a grandma, and a double grandma at that.
Yet every time I looked with delight at my daughter’s expanding belly and breasts, I found myself bubbling with another inexplicable fluttering feeling from time to time. I was having more and more sexual dreams every night, and the man in my dreams (don’t be surprised) was my son Bob. But sometimes the sex object that appears in my dreams is a woman! And who could that be?
When Rosa was seven months pregnant, her belly was already very big and she had a hard time moving around. As a result, many things could only be done by us for her.
It was a very hot summer day and I was bathing Rosa with a sponge. Her round tummy was bulging adorably, her breasts were becoming like two round leather balls, and her original pink nipples were darkening and getting bigger filling them with a lovely tenderness. She told me she was getting slutty now and her pussy was always very wet.
Using this topic I asked those questions that had been haunting me since the day she and Bob told me they had tasted the forbidden fruit.
“Good girl, tell mommy why you like having sex with your own brother. I wonder if there’s something different about doing that with your own brother than with another man?”
“Mom, I thought you’d never ask that question! How I’ve always wanted to tell you about how much I love the whole sex with my own brother thing. But I was too embarrassed to tell you if you didn’t ask.”
“Okay, baby, tell me about it.”
“Well, first of all, in terms of the size of his prick, his rod doesn’t look a lot prettier than any other man’s, but it’s just the right size, like my pussy was made specifically to accommodate it. And it’s like my brother knows how I like to fuck, whenever I want him to thrust slower or fuck me harder, he serves me without me having to ask.”
“And how does his taste?” I asked with some control and a giggle.
“His rod sucked much better than any other man’s, and both the texture and the smell were very much to my taste. Since I’ve never had anyone else in my ass either, I have no way of comparing how good he is at anal sex. But when our skin met, we could both feel the touch of the other’s skin so similar and so comforting. I think it’s something that can only happen between family members who are so compatible so divinely intentional.”
That’s when I saw a sly glint in my daughter’s eyes.
“All this talk of everything to do with fucking is making me more and more slutty. I don’t know how you feel mom, but I do know that you’ve been playing with my nipples in the same way you play with your clit for quite a while now. Now that you’re on fire, why don’t you let us take it a step further?”
I did notice what I was doing to my daughter’s breasts at this point, but I did get so excited I couldn’t control it.
The first thing I did next was to kiss my daughter toward the base of her thighs.
I had never licked a female’s pussy before, so I didn’t know if I was doing it right. But I did what I imagined some man (geez, it should have been my son Bob, I want my son!) to lick me and make me the most comfortable way possible, and licked my daughter for a full five minutes.
After being satisfied, Rosa became serious.
“Mom, I think you licked me for two reasons. First: you are the one who made me slutty and wanting someone to satisfy me so badly, and second, this is the first incestuous blowjob you have ever been able to do. I’ve actually gotten as much sex as I can get, and my brother Bob seems like he deserves more. So I’m going to ask you to share part of my bedtime from tonight onward and fulfill him with me, okay?”
“Do you think Bob would want me? Your old mom is long over 40.”
“Oh, Mom! We both know you don’t look a day over 35. Besides, unless I’m mistaken about why your pussy is getting wet, Mom, you actually like the idea, don’t you? As for Bob, I know he’s shown you some books about incestuous pregnancies in family members, but these he certainly hasn’t shown you. I’m picking up a book titled “I Wanna Fuck My Mom” and reading it.”
Rosa opened a drawer that was filled with an assortment of incest anthologies. I flipped through them generally and realized that most of them were stories about mothers and sons and other family members. But almost all of them featured a son impregnating his mother.
What am I supposed to do? Fuck my son? Goddamn it! I do want to do it!
What Rosa had just said was right, my did want to have sex with my son. But would I go so far as to get pregnant with my son?
“Rosa, baby, I do love the idea. But you know, I’m at my peak fertility right now, and I haven’t been on the pill in years. If I were to sleep with Bob, then I’m sure I’d get pregnant easily.”
“I’ve known this would happen for a long time, Mom. I’ve been watching your cycle since I started getting pregnant. I knew that you and Bob would end up using extracorporeal ejaculation to avoid pregnancy. But if you’re sharing my ‘brother husband’ with me, I think we should be on the same level. I want you to have his children, your son’s children! Do you agree?”
That night, Rosa secretly switched rooms with me and let me sleep in that big bed.
Bob came in and froze for a moment, then got on his knees next to the bed and started sucking on my nipples.
“Thanks! Mom. You know how much this means to me! This thing alone will make the world a better place!”
“You’re right, son. But tell me: do you want a little brother or a little sister?”
We fucked so intensely that we did anything and everything we could imagine. No condoms, no pills, no bullshit. We don’t call each other by any other names than “mom” and “son,” reminding us of what an exciting incestuous mating we are doing and nothing else.
By the time Bob came, I had already had 3 orgasms. I moaned loudly and pleaded with my son: “Son… give me a baby too… ah ah ah… I want my son… to impregnate me!
… you… got your sister… pregnant, and now it’s… your mother’s turn! … ah ah ah ah… let your mother’s… belly carry… your baby too! …”
Last week Rosa gave birth to her baby, the daughter of her and her brother. I named her “Alice”.
And I will be in labor next spring. The doctor says I’m having a boy. I’ll call him “Bob” after his father.
I don’t know if Rosa’s daughter and my son will rape each other in the future, but it seems like their fates are sealed.
Once I asked my son and daughter what they expected from our children.
My daughter Rosa said, “I can hardly wait for my little brother to grow up, I’d love to try what it’s like to have a younger brother or nephew knocked up after my brother knocked me up.”
My son, on the other hand, stroked his sister’s wife’s pussy and said, “Don’t you want to taste what it’s like to be knocked up by your son, like our mom?”
I rubbed my belly with one hand and played with my son’s thick rod with the other, and asked him with a smile, “What about you? Do not want to try his daughter’s pussy in the future?”
“Want to! But I’d still love to make a sister out of my mom’s tummy for myself sooner than later. Mom, you know I love sisters too ah.”
With that said, my son pressed his head against his mom’s stomach, soothing his mom’s already very wet pussy while listening to his son’s fetal sounds in his mom’s stomach.
And my daughter grabbed her brother’s rod from my hand and said to me with a smile before putting it in her mouth.
“Mom, it’s better to let my brother give me a grandchild for you who will honor you in bed first.”
(THE END)
A few words from the Jade Palace: “I’m not sure if I’m right.
The second translation is finally finished. Looking back at it, there are still some awkward parts, and I always wonder if it’s too much of a stickler for the syntax of the original.
There are a lot of translations of people on the internet, such as camels, KERM and that ancient snake, as well as others please point them out again.
Some friends asked about “Generations” (II), I’m sorry, I moved the pen a few times just can not write. The problem is: should I write about Shen’s incest with his family in a reminiscent way? Or to write about a messy family?
In Generations (I), incest has been taken almost to the extreme; will there still be the thrill of incest with some more with sisters vs. sisters vs. moms vs. aunts to the point where there will be incest with daughters?
If people think there is one, then I’ll write it.
Could you all please comment on this? Much appreciated!
Again, is there any interest in incest plus cannibalism?
suffer serious injury and hold the Jade Palace in one’s arms