How did this fetish start? o.o

That’s a good brother. In my eyes my sister is the most attractive perfect female I’ve ever seen.
Just thinking of her gives me a instant hard-on

 

Always been a bit atracted to my sister and very much so to some of my cusines. Then internet and incest porn and stories have always been the thing I always return to

 

For me it was a letter in an old porn mag from a guy discussing his experiences with his sister. He'd written it in response to a letter in another issue, by a guy who had experiences with multiple family members. Never did find that one, but I was hooked regardless.

 

I was sitting on the floor and the remote control was on my lap, my aunt touched my cock while taking the remote. She managed to Show her boobs too at the same time. She has done it again so many times since!!

 

I started feeling aroused by the forbidden and reading Oedipus Rex actually opened my horizons to be honest. Started feeling more and more curious about it. Afterwards I started feeling very attracted to a cousin, we eventually had an affair.

 

Definitely, taboo is a classic not meant to be understood by all but only a few... the scene were she walks to her sons bed after nightmares is fantastic.

 

Stories and comics

 

Had a [edit] who was 6 yrs older and also my cousin.
It started with fooling around and finished up in bed naked
Lasted for about 12 months
Wish I knew then what I know now
I still think about her and thankful for what she taught me

 

i had a similar experience.

 

Nice dream.

 

any experience? If so any advice for a dad?

 

My mom was a slut while growing up. Hearing and peeping on her fucking was common. And finding her in various states of naked passed out.

 

Always been attracted to family, just recently it seems my daughter may be attracted to me so it’s been really in my mind the last year or so.

 

Seeing my older sister naked and her letting me watch her masturbate

 

My mom and my wife has same name. You figure it out how did start

 

That is a question that I have sometimes asked myself, I would like to have total and absolute security, the irrefutable certainty of remembering the right moment of the birth of my feeling of love for my mother, in order to celebrate and remember that ephemeral moment lost in the time when and where our current relationship was born in this world, that initial moment when the first idea that you consider absurd and strange is born, but that time is turning into certain and conscious, that growth of the desire for a common future, to be able to have the illusion of some projects with joined hands, a shared life that go beyond the limited limits of a maternal-filial relationship. Remembering specific moments, images that appear fleetingly in my mind, in our case, it involved two different phases.

The first, which would correspond to the occasional and unconscious accumulation of sensations, desires, approaches, daring, more focused on a game that is always clothed in innocence and which has no major significance. The pleasure of her nocturnal warmth in bed when I left her for her work, the subtle trace of her perfume on the pillow that I breathed passionately into the depths of my lungs, the fascination in the ease when she put on makeup, her protective hugs before the arrival of the unclassifiable and terrifying noises of the night, his kiss on my cheek when he left for work whispering in my ear "May your day be magical, my star of sea", regretting his absence from work and studies that separated us, my fascination when I saw her take a drink like someone caressing glass, our dances at home between laughter, kisses and hugs

The second phase would be the expression of the desire that grows over time, seeing the mother's lips and wanting to kiss them, being curious about the taste of her flow, masturbating thinking about her without feeling any discomfort for it, being able to contemplate in silence respectful but exciting her intimacy when she undressed, that moment where the distorted figure of her body through the shower screen is filled with my memories before entering with her to enjoy the water, the overflowing joy of her message on my phone just wondering about the development of my day, the desperate embrace of absence when I returned home and she brought my hair closer to me saying “yes, you miss me, my love”.

These two phases would end up being reflected in the moment where, with the excuse of tickling, Mom closed her eyes and left the choice to continue exploring her body that offered itself to me without limits, obstacles or barriers, a consequence of so many events. subtle and unconnected that, over time, overlapped, coexisting, taking shape and body, creating a connection that would become stronger and more intense until we reached that unique special moment where our lips met, not as mother and daughter, but as a couple.

 

Mine started with a simple pair of dirty panties and a whole lot of curiosity.

 

Kay Parker definitely opened my eyes to it, but the deal was done after I accidentally walked into the bathroom while my mother was taking a shower.

 

Honestly don't know what triggered my interest with incest a few years ago

 

with incest porn, I asked myself if this guy can fuck his mom,why I can't?