Tag: incest

cuckcakedomination:

You hated her but now you’re nothing but grateful to her.

She’d been the worst from the start. 

“Ooh, I like your cat-eye glasses. Sometimes I wish I could rock the mousy look,” said the statuesque blonde, looking down at you, the first time you had met. She was a vision; sexy, confident, elegant. “Guys never call me ‘cute,’ y’know?”

She was your fiance’s new business partner. He spoke highly of her and she seemed to hold him in great esteem as well. It was infuriating.

“You’re such a lucky woman to have a man as smart and clever as Ahmed. And so…handsome.” She winked at you. ”You’re such a strong woman. I would just be anxious that he’d find someone better. I’m terribly jealous of your self-assurance. Here you have such a catch and you don’t even wear makeup or go to the gym. You’re totally my hashtag goals.”

This went on for months. You tried to play down your insecurities while telling your fiance what was up. He just laughed and assured you that Janae didn’t mean anything, that her worst crime was being oblivious. He refused to take you seriously. So her comments continued, sometimes right in front of your fiance.

“Your fiance is so adorable, Ahmed! How do you resist just scooping her up like a little girl and pinching her cheeks? Oh, I simply couldn’t not!”

“Heh heh, Vee never lets me. No matter how much I might want to.”

“Vee, Ahmed is strong! I can see it even through his long sleeved shirts. Don’t be afraid he’ll drop you. You’re not that pudgy. I bet with our height difference we weigh the same. 130? Here, pick me up Ahmed. We’ll show her.” 

He looked embarrassed and uncertain but Janae insisted until he scooped her into his arms like a groom with a bride. He showed no strain. They looked right together. Both so well dressed, attractive, tall, sexy. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, looking over at you.

“See, Vee? This is easy for such a strapping young man. Let him cuddle you like his sweet little girl.” With that she turned her head to Ahmed, rubbing her cheek along his neck and cheek, stopping when her lips were practically pressed into his ear. Down she whispered huskily. Ahmed shuddered and released Janae quickly, but she managed to uncurl slowly, sliding the full length of her body down his front. She kept her arms around his neck and relaxed into his chest, panting. 

“Really, I don’t know how you resist climbing him right here.” She pushed away, pressind her open palms over his chest. “Really, try it. I’m not squeamish.”

You looked to Ahmed and saw a touch of reluctance, shame. Your eyes darted down and saw a very obvious tent in his lightweight work pants. That made you angry and ashamed but also determined. You marched right up to him.

“You seem uncertain,” he interrupted, “Here, let’s start out like this.” He turned around and bent down, offering you a piggy-back ride. It was childish by comparison. But you were too surprised and too stubborn. You went ahead with it and were soon on his back. Was he keeping you from feeling his boner?

“Awww, so cute. Like a tired little toddler. Hmm…maybe you are just a little heavier. Ahmed, do squats and pushups for your fiance so you carry her like you did me.”

Your face burned and you pressed it into his back so she wouldn’t see the tears at your eyes. You felt so humiliated, unsexy, fat…

After that you started changing things. You went to the gym. But not with Ahmed. It was too embarrassing. You really weren’t fat but up against that petite queen you felt so squishy. You got platform shoes and the highest heels you could find. You practically threw out all your old clothes and replaced them with more elegant, mature, sexy outfits. You bought makeup and practiced tutorials online.

Ahmed seemed confused but he also complimented you. And you certainly noticed he initiated sex more often! The sex was very vigorous. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Take it,babe, take it! I’m going to fill you right up. You like that? Yeah you do. Fuck, Janae, ahhhh!” And he came, exploding into you.

“What?!”

“Sorry, Vee, I came. It was just so good. Was it too soon?”

“You said Janae.”

“What?! No. No. No. I…did-n’t. I said ba-bay, baby. Sorry, it’s corny. I’m sorry you thought that. You’re my only cutie pie. You know that.”

You didn’t argue the obvious lie. You just excused yourself and went to the bathroom and cried quietly. You’d tried so hard to live up to Janae. But you couldn’t. You weren’t good enough. You weren’t an elegant sex goddess. You were cute. All your trying did was to remind your fiance of her. You took out your phone.

“This is Vee. You win.” You’d stolen her number from Ahmed’s phone weeks ago when looking at their texts. Nothing had really been incriminating.

“I win what, cutie?”

“You know. I admit defeat. You’re the better woman.”

“Honey bunches, there’s no such thing as a better woman. Only different women. Or girls, in your case. We all have different roles we belong in.”

“Well this girl is done. I’ll step aside. You can have him.” Tears steamed down you face, onto the screen.

“Have who? What do you want me to do to him? Tell me, little girl.”

“Take Ahmed! Fuck him! He deserves someone better. Someone hotter. I can’t compete!”

“Is that all?”

“What more do you want?! I give up!”

“I want it all, Vee-Vee. You’re upset because you were in the wrong place. You had a stud. And studs belong to women like me, not little girls like you. Understand?”

You nodded dumbly then typed: “yes.”

“Good. Now you can be happy. You will be happy. You just need to find the right place for little girls like you and accept it. Will you let me help?”

“yes.”

“Okay then. I am going to take Ahmed. I will fuck him. Eventually you will watch. It will be hard for you. You will masturbate while you do. But you will feel happy and right, in your place, for the first time. Got it?”

“yes”

“Are you masturbating now?”

What?! No! You looked down. You were fingering yourself idly. When did that happen? Why did it feel so good?

“yes”

“‘Yes, Mommy.’“

“yes, Mommy”

“Good. Ahmed and I will look after you. You’re an incompetent little girl. You need someone to guide you.”

“thank you, Mommy.”

kittiecaptions:

Caught By Daddy

It’s not hard to not get caught…

My parents were in some crazy Christian cult you’ve probably never heard of. Extra misogynist. They told me my whole life woman’s role was to serve. I knew early on that’s the role I wanted. I’d burn with, giddy, nervous energy whenever they spoke about “good, submissive girls.” Daddy tried to interest me in the “benefits” of being with such a girl but I had no interest. I grew my hair and dressed in an increasingly androgynous way. They were concerned but let it slide at first. I was such a good, obedient boy, after all!

They finally spooked the first time I wore a dress. After spending days in my room they decided on a punishment to “scare me straight”; they’d treat me like a girl if I didn’t shape up. Oh no! 😀

I’d been jealous of Mommy for years. We fought just like any mother and daughter, never admitting aloud that the heart of our contention was that we both wanted to be the woman of the house, to be the one Daddy chose. Some daughters won’t admit this means they want to fuck Daddy, but I knew better. 

So I started dressing in tight jeans and short shorts, trying to seduce my father. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at young girls in tight clothes. I hoped I’d be able to flip that switch in him until he thought of me more as a piece of ass than as his son. It seemed to be working. I caught glimpses of the bulge in his pants when I showed off. I let him “catch” me napping in the living room in lacy panties, thigh highs, and a bra. From behind I looked just like Mommy. He got home from work and immediately began feeling me up. 

“Oh honey, what a treat. Our sissy son better not come home and ruin this or I swear I’ll fuck that bitch too.” I heard his belt buckle come undone. “Still asleep, honey? Well, no matter” I felt something warm and hard bump into my ass. His hands started pulling my panties down.

“Mmm, Daddy? Are you home?” I pretended to be groggy and half asleep. 

He fled. I opened an eye to watch as he tucked his cock away while heading to his bedroom. It was a nice cock.

“You better start dressing like a boy or we’ll teach you to act like a real girl. You know what that means!”

“No, Daddy, no!” I tried to make it sound convincing.

That night I listened at the wall between our rooms with a glass. Mommy was concerned. Jealous, I bet. But Daddy assured her that as soon as the threat of being treated like a girl became imminent that I would  snap out of it. Mommy giggled evilly.

“That little sissy won’t last an instant in a good, submissive girl’s shoes,” she said.  

takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:

Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..

“Thanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!”

It was your fault. All your fault.

“What, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?” you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. She’d just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought you’d like it. But instead you act like this. I guess she’s right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess she’s right; you’re not a real man!”

“I didn’t mean- It came out wrong, I just-” you fumbled out.

It wasn’t about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since. 

“That’s not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.”

Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldn’t get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude. 

“I’m sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?” you responded, tearing up a little. You couldn’t believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.

“Oh, poor baby. Baby’s little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. You’re such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.”

Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch ‘dates’. Eventually you didn’t have time to go out so she brought in lunches. He’d asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. ‘A big strong man like you needs more,’ she’d cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. ‘I know, Sweetie, but it’s his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?’

“She told you that?” You were really tearing up now.

“Yeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.”

You’d gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva he’d left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m just stressed because of Mom. You’re not a slut, Sweetie.”

“Too little, too late, you worm! I’m proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!”

‘Davide’s invited us to his place for drinks  and games. Isn’t that nice, my darling husband?’ You could hear cruel irony in the way she said ‘darling husband’ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davide’s manager, your ‘big boss’, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasn’t upstairs…

You woke with a start, still in your rival’s living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. You’d recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized men’s button up shirt. It wasn’t yours.

‘Davide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasn’t much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I don’t know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, y’know? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchen’s right down the hall.’ Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.

“Mommy told me she’s been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. It’s not right, I screamed. He’s a good man. Daddy’s even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldn’t show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. I’ll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.”

“Baby. No. I’m sorry. But you can’t talk like that. I mean, I’m flattered. It’s been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, it’s wrong.”

“God, you disgusting wimp! You’re not worthy of this. That’s why it’s wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.”

“Darling, no, don’t say that. Your Mom is just angry and she’s…experimenting. We’ll work through it one way or another. But don’t think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. You’re a good girl.”

“Hehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. I’m a very, very good girl. But you’re a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. I’m going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. I’m going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. I’m going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And you’ll be too pathetic to stop me, won’t you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, it’s delicious.”

You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.

“You won’t dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, you’re too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.”

“No…” 

“Oh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe I’ll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isn’t that right?”

“No, please!”

“Yes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him she’s tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! He’ll love it.”

You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.

“Good boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.”

cheatingslutsarehot:

When your Daddy ‘accidentally’ walks in on me in the bath.

“Oh! Daddy! I mean, uh, Matt’s Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Stacy! I hadn’t heard any sound in a while and was afraid you’d slipped and needed help. I just rushed in without thinking. Not that I was listening at the door or anything!”

“No worry! That’s why I don’t lock the door. I want you to be able to burst in, um, y’know, in case anything happens.”

“That’s very sensible. My little girls always lock the door, no matter how many times I tell them it’s dangerous. What bad do they think is gonna happen if they don’t lock the door? I’ve only walked in a few times…”

“You’re very protective. That’s sweet. They should listen to you, trust you, Dadd- Mr. Connors – um, actually can I call you Daddy? It just feels right, y’know?”

“Of course, Stacy. Maybe you’ll be my daughter-in-law some day.”

“Thanks, Daddy! You can think of me as your little girl, too, okay? I’ll never lock my door on you. You’re so protective. It makes me feel comforted and safe. I don’t need locks when you’re around, Daddy. You just came right in to save me, without even, um, taking time to put on more than a towel.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I was just waiting to shower. Oh! And here I am staring at my son’s naked girlfriend. You’re obviously safe – I should go.”

“No, stay! I mean, it’s just I’m your little girl now. Nothing to be ashamed of. Daddies see their daughters naked all the time, right?”

“Heh, not this Dad. My girls are very firm on that point.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s firm, Daddy. No, don’t hide it! It’s only natural. And only fair I get to see something after you’ve seen so much of me. Mmmm, you do rise to the occasion. That towels not doing much good, you know? It would really be less scandalous if you took it off. ”

“I guess you have a point, Sta- um, little one.”

“Oh my, that is something, Daddy. The apple fell a little far from the tree in some departments, I guess.”

“Thanks, uh. Your proportions are very nice as well. Certainly bigger than my other girls.”

“Maybe that’s why they don’t want you to see them. Maybe they feel embarrassed. But all sizes are nice, Daddy. Especially in a cute younger girl.  I’ll talk to them about it…Oh! I’ve kept you from your shower for so long! I’m so sorry, I guess I just let my mind wander off, thinking about how comfortable I feel here under your roof, near your big safe arms…Heh, sorry, I got carried away again. But the water’s still warm. Please, come in! No no, no, no need to be sheepish. Get in the bath with your daughter, Daddy, and let me make it up to you by washing your back…and maybe we can take care of some other, um, outstanding issues, before your wife sees… “

cheatingslutsarehot:

Wearing only a towel around your son.

I love seeing him try to discreetly sneak peaks. He gets so red and flustered the longer I hang around in my towel after showering. I loosen it just a bit, and look away at my phone. I pretend to be absorbed, not noticing my tits slowly pop out. Then I quickly look up directly at his face and ask some innocuous question about you: “When’s your daddy getting home from his business trip? I totally spaced it, hehe.” 

Gosh, he’s so bad at acting like he wasn’t just staring at my boobs!

“I won’t tell on you if you want to throw a party. I know your little friends love any excuse to see me in my bikini. Haha, don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen the gawking. …Orrr, we could have our own private little pool party. Take some selfies with me; I’ll show off these two girls. You like these, right? Your daddy sure does, hehe. Anyway, post those selfies and you’ll be a legend among your friends and the ladies will  get jealous and flock to you. Trust me. …What, don’t you think they’re good enough?” And I let the towel slip completely off…

cheatingslutsarehot:

When your son tells me he’s never seen tits as big as mine.

“Well you haven’t really seen them, have you, sweetie? Unless you’ve peaked on me in the shower?” 

“Oh, umm, no of course not! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Baby, baby, calm down. It’s only natural. I’m almost disappointing you haven’t tried to  get a proper look.”

“Heh heh, it’s not that I don’t want to, trust me.”

“Mmmm, naughty boy. Maybe we can work on that. How many have you seen. Like, really, in person. What’s my competition?

“In person, like, really? Oh gosh, like at least, you know, like…none.”

“None?! A cute, virile young thing such as yourself should have a line of girls outside your door just begging you to cop a feel.”

“I wish. I’m, y’know, a…a virgin.”

“I’m shocked. Well, I guess you don’t really have much to go on. And here I was all flattered. All hot and bothered that this young stud liked these old tits of mine.”

“That’s crazy! I’ve seen you in your underwear…y’know, on laundry days. I can tell they’re very, uhh, impressive.”

“Your Dad thinks they’re a little too big…”

“What?! They’re…perfect.”

“That’s sweet, but you should really see them before you decide.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t, oh my god! I can’t believe you’re really-”

“Shhh, sweetie, no more talking, you really need to touch to make an evaluation. Mmmm, yeah, like that. Really feel all over. Ohhh. You’re so much more gentle than your father, and, mmm, stimulating. He’s so ham-fisted and clumsy, mmm, like an over-eager virgin. Are you sure he’s the more experienced one? 

Haha, okay, now taste them. You need to get your mouth on a pair of tits before you can decide if you like them. Mmmm, oh god. You are amazing. I’m so wet now. 

You deserve to take your dad’s place in bed with me. Mmm, let’s kick him out, haha, and tell him you’re the man of the house now. Oh yeah, bad boy, cuckolding your own father. Licking his girlfriend’s titties. Well, mmm, maybe former girlfriend. After we see how you perform in his bed…”

princestdiaries:

Son, ever since your father knocked me up I’ve been overflowing with milk. Do you think you could help me out?

“Mooom, you’re so weird. Why do you have to be such a hippie? …uh, fine, do you want me to hold the breast pump or what?”

“Honey, you know we don’t buy mechanical doodads for tasks humans were built for already. Mother nature saw fit to give me this milk early and I don’t want it to go to waste.”

“I guess…I have sort of always wondered what it tastes like, you know? Is that weird?”

“Of course not, sweetie. It’s the most natural. We weren’t meant to steal milk from cows.”

“Okay…cool, I’ll try it. Can’t be worse than kefir. So you want to squeeze it into a jar or what?”

“Baby, I’m not a cow.”

“Okaaay, sooo…”

“Breasts are meant for sucking, son.”

“Gross, get Dad to do it.”

“He’s busy, son. Besides, he’s not my child to nourish. You are.”

“I can’t suck my Mom’s breasts!”

“You already have, honey.”

“I’m a sexually mature adult now! That’s not normal! What if it feels good or something? I’d be scarred for life.”

“Breast feeding can feel very…um…stimulating, honey. Don’t mean to blow your mind. Mother Nature doesn’t create firm boundaries society likes us to think it does. You are my son, but I even I can see you are an attractive young man now. Motherhood does not make me immune from the erotic sensation any woman would feel seeing you walk around shirtless, get sweaty playing basketball, or hug me with those strong arms, your toned pecs pressing into my perky and sensitive nipples…”

“Gosh Mom, you made your point. I’ll suck your nipples. Just don’t freak out if I get a boner. It’s just what ‘Mother Nature’ intended and all.”

“We are all bound to the whims of Nature and our earthly desires, son. This is a safe space. We can express our bodies and ourselves without fear of judgment. …Actually, why don’t you just take your clothes off entirely? Nothing I haven’t seen before. It will help you feel more natural, relaxed, free of society’s artificial strictures. …Good. No, no need to hide your natural arousal. Come here, now. Yes, take my clothes off, fully, would you? Good.”

betrayal-captions:

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“It just tastes so good, honey! It’s not cheating…really! Duh, cause he said so!… Because you’re the same blood! It’s basically the same as your dick…just bigger. Because he’s the ‘big brother’….No, I don’t think that’s supposed to be about age, silly. Why would someone seven years younger than you be called ‘bigger’ if that were true?…No, your sister told me. She said he was the ‘big brother’ and I didn’t believe her either but then I bet her to ‘prove it’ and she pulled down his pants and showed me right there. So of course I had to offer a forfeit for being wrong. Your sister peed in my mouth. That didn’t taste great. Your brother said he should get the same, but he started fucking my face! Of course I tried to pull away! But then he told me how it wasn’t cheating because you’re of the same blood and how ‘big brothers’ have to ensure their little brothers’ girls know how to please. …Yeah, that’s how I got so good at head. You’re welcome. …Yeah, at least it’s only in the mouth. He never finishes in my pussy…”