MC Power

May 22 2012 Published by under Incest, MC (Mind Control), Mother/Son

Caution: This story contains strong Incest Elements of sex between Mother and Son. The son controls his own mother’s mind and have her do whatever he likes.

Jake Carlton awoke from sleep when he heard a noise in his bedroom. He sat bolt upright and peered into the darkened room.

The seventeen year old boy was pissed. Who would be disturbing his slumber in the middle of the night?

He had been having another wet dream about fucking his hot mother, Jane Carlton, when he’d been rudely interrupted by a distrubance in the room.

In his dream, his mother desired him badly and had offered herself tp her young son. And she was obeying his every whim. It had been a very vivid and real dream and Jake had awoken with an aching erection.

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Shouldn’t Have Dared Us!

May 18 2012 Published by under Bro/Sis, Incest

Caution: This story contains strong Incest Elements of sex between brothers and sister.

I was bored out of my skull, it was a Friday night and I should have been out enjoying myself, but everything had gone wrong that day, first the party one of my mates at school was giving was cancelled, then I discovered that most of the crowd I hung around with had been collared by their parents to do various things. So I was forced to stay home, across the room my twin brother was looking as bored as I was, not that he looked like me at all, we weren’t identical twins just born within a minute of each other, me being the oldest by that minute. There we sat, two fifteen year old boys, and there sat our eighteen year old sister who had been assigned to baby sit by our parents who had gone off for a long (and I suspected dirty) weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister and I think she’s a dishy bird, but at fifteen I felt a bit miffed that my parents thought a baby sitter necessary.

“What’s on the box Pete?” I asked my brother.

He picked up the telly guide, glanced through the listings and sighed.

“Bugger all.” he replied.

“Andy,” my sister said, “why don’t you read a book or something.”

“I don’t feel like reading Becky.” I replied.

“So what do you fancy?” she said sharply.

“Hell,” I grinned, “I don’t know, but sitting here doing bugger all is not my idea of fun.”

“Put a video on.” She suggested.

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