Incest Quest

The posts on this site are all fictitious displays of incestual sex. I do not own any of the pictures or gifs.

The pictures and captions I post are designed to get me off. If, in doing so, I manage to arouse others, well... That's dandy.

Ask me to submit your preferred incestual scenario and I'll be happy to oblige.
Uncle Rob knew he could sit back and let his niece Rachelle do all the work.

Uncle Rob knew he could sit back and let his niece Rachelle do all the work.

Winona loved the fact that her son was on the football team. She thought his muscles were incredibly sexy, and loved to rub oil on them before fucking him. 

Winona loved the fact that her son was on the football team. She thought his muscles were incredibly sexy, and loved to rub oil on them before fucking him. 

Their sisterly sleepovers tended to evolve into a night of passionate lovemaking, or violent strap-on fucking, depending on whether their parents were home or not.

Their sisterly sleepovers tended to evolve into a night of passionate lovemaking, or violent strap-on fucking, depending on whether their parents were home or not.

His daughter had always wanted to be a model. Now that she was grown up and as ravishing as ever, he used his wealth and contacts to find a revered photographer to kickstart her modeling career. After the day of her first shoot, she came to her father’s house, ecstatic and radiant with joy. She couldn’t stop thanking her father and smiling, and he couldn’t stop noticing the suggestive jiggle of her juggs underneath her simple t-shirt. They went out to dinner to celebrate, drinking glass after glass of fancy Bordeau wine, then calling a cab to get back to his place. His daughter felt too drunk to get home and decided instead to stay the night there, sleeping in the spare bed. Before retiring for sleep, however, they continued talking in his room, where his daughter became unbearably tired and decided to sleep in his bed. She seemed to grow less sleepy once under the covers, and constantly adjusted her sleeping position. Not five minutes after they’d settled into bed, she was pushing her thighs against his, and her chest was another pillow on his side. He couldn’t bear the mountainous erection his daughter’s body was causing, and slipped out of bed (one hand covering the rock-hard foot of penis in his briefs) to relieve himself in the bathroom. After a frustrated few minutes, he could achieve no orgasm, probably due to the stress he was experiencing at work and the fact that a much-prefered alternative was laying on the other side of the door in his bed… He decided to just try and sleep. When he entered his bedroom, though, his daughter was on her side facing him, propped up on an elbow with her tits almost touching the bed as well, for added support. “What’re you doing, Dad?” she asked innocently, seeing for a moment the bulge of a massive dick in her father’s underwear before he had the chance to conceal it. “Do you want me to sleep in the other room?” “Well… I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so perhaps-” “I could help you with that, if you wanted… Then we could just go to sleep in here.” “What do you mean?” She tittered. “You know what I mean, Dad. I can.. suck your dick, if you’d like.” His mind exalted in her phrasing, his pulse quickened at the thought of his daughter’s sweet lips wrapping around his thick girth, stroking up and down along his veined shaft. “You’re my daughter, you can’t do that.” “Why not? I’m just trying to be a good daughter and help relieve your stress.” She seemed to seriously want to do this. He mulled it over in his mind, weighing the pros and cons and the moral wrongs of an incestuous act of fellatio. “Are you sure, honey? You don’t have to…” Instead of responding, she merely pat the bed beside her. He approached, an arm still attempting to cover the beast in his crotch region that was straining at the wall of its cage. She moved his arm away and momentarily took in the sight of his cartoonishly long boner. “Jeez, Dad, you’re really hung.” Hearing that come out of his daughter’s mouth simultaneously filled him with joy and horror, and made his cock jump a good two inches. “It’s alive!” she joked, while extending her hand to touch the shaft through the briefs. The instant her fingertips made contact, he nearly reeled with the stimulation. It was like the first time he was touched there before, and yet it was better; it was family, his daughter, trying to make him feel good because he made her feel good. She tried to wrap her hand around his schlong, but the elastic was already stretched to its limit. “Dad - take them off.” He hesitated for a moment, taking a second to look at his daughter’s face, into her eyes. Then he did as she commanded, revealing the huge penis that ejaculated his daughter 21 years ago. She looked shocked, dumbfounded; she’d known it was big, but seeing it in the flesh was like meeting a celebrity. She at once grabbed the base of it and stroked up and down, admiring it and lusting for her father. She wanted to do more than stick this in her mouth, but she wouldn’t tell her father that. Moving to the edge of the bed, her bottom arched high into the air, she moved her mouth over the engorged phallus of her father’s erection. He melted at the warmth, the sublime softness and gentleness of his daughter’s tongue and cheeks. She struggled with the circumference of his manhood, only able to fit about two inches of the entirety in. She was trying to take more, however, and slipped his head down into her throat, where the hot furnace of her body made him feel lightheaded. He wouldn’t be able to last more than a few minutes of this incredible sensation. He had to stare at the ceiling or close his eyes often, because looking down at his daughter laboring over his cock made his testicles tighten and the ejaculatory feeling rise to the surface of the pleasure. After two minutes, his daughter still striving to make her father shoot his wad, he gently removed his penis from her mouth. “Honey-” he stopped. What was he thinking? This was insane. And yet… he felt now was the time. “Take off your shirt.” She did so unwaveringly; her breasts slipped out from her top and hung like the ripest fruit that make the branch hang low over the ground. He saw a bit of her mother in those breasts, but they were more supple and full than hers had ever been. “And.. take off your panties.” She did so, slipping the red boyshorts she wore off smooth shaven legs. He wasn’t sure how to proceed with his own daughter, but she took care of that; she pulled him down to the bed and locked lips with him, her other hand taking his cock and stroking it slowly. They kissed and Frenched and sucked each others necks, until their lips were raw and their genitalia fully engorged. He got off the bed, moving her to the edge. Her vagina encompassed his view; her clit like a jewel, her beautiful lips like two silk curtains to be eased back. She was dripping wet, the inside of her buttocks slick with erotic secretions. He began by touching gingerly the bulb of her clitoris, moving in circular motion. She moaned as he did so. Taking courage from this, he lowered his tongue onto her jewel, licking in the same circles. He plugged her hole with a broad finger, sliding it in and back with a sensual rhythm that matched his licking. She was whispering in her pleasure, holding her breasts and arching her back while her father hunched over her, working like a fine artist upon her sex. After some time and an orgasm, she pulled him up, and the look in her eyes was all the instruction he needed. Taking his huge rod in hand, he alligned his head with her quivering hole. The first centimeters of entrance were like a dose of heroin to them both, an overpowering pleasure that threatened to melt them with its heat. He slipped nearly all of the foot in, taking cues from her to know when it was too much. They set an easy pace, going slow, and continuously gushed, “Ooh,” and “Ahh” as they began to make fatherly and daughterly love.

His daughter had always wanted to be a model. Now that she was grown up and as ravishing as ever, he used his wealth and contacts to find a revered photographer to kickstart her modeling career. After the day of her first shoot, she came to her father’s house, ecstatic and radiant with joy. She couldn’t stop thanking her father and smiling, and he couldn’t stop noticing the suggestive jiggle of her juggs underneath her simple t-shirt. They went out to dinner to celebrate, drinking glass after glass of fancy Bordeau wine, then calling a cab to get back to his place. His daughter felt too drunk to get home and decided instead to stay the night there, sleeping in the spare bed. Before retiring for sleep, however, they continued talking in his room, where his daughter became unbearably tired and decided to sleep in his bed. She seemed to grow less sleepy once under the covers, and constantly adjusted her sleeping position. Not five minutes after they’d settled into bed, she was pushing her thighs against his, and her chest was another pillow on his side. He couldn’t bear the mountainous erection his daughter’s body was causing, and slipped out of bed (one hand covering the rock-hard foot of penis in his briefs) to relieve himself in the bathroom. After a frustrated few minutes, he could achieve no orgasm, probably due to the stress he was experiencing at work and the fact that a much-prefered alternative was laying on the other side of the door in his bed… He decided to just try and sleep. When he entered his bedroom, though, his daughter was on her side facing him, propped up on an elbow with her tits almost touching the bed as well, for added support. “What’re you doing, Dad?” she asked innocently, seeing for a moment the bulge of a massive dick in her father’s underwear before he had the chance to conceal it. “Do you want me to sleep in the other room?” “Well… I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so perhaps-” “I could help you with that, if you wanted… Then we could just go to sleep in here.” “What do you mean?” She tittered. “You know what I mean, Dad. I can.. suck your dick, if you’d like.” His mind exalted in her phrasing, his pulse quickened at the thought of his daughter’s sweet lips wrapping around his thick girth, stroking up and down along his veined shaft. “You’re my daughter, you can’t do that.” “Why not? I’m just trying to be a good daughter and help relieve your stress.” She seemed to seriously want to do this. He mulled it over in his mind, weighing the pros and cons and the moral wrongs of an incestuous act of fellatio. “Are you sure, honey? You don’t have to…” Instead of responding, she merely pat the bed beside her. He approached, an arm still attempting to cover the beast in his crotch region that was straining at the wall of its cage. She moved his arm away and momentarily took in the sight of his cartoonishly long boner. “Jeez, Dad, you’re really hung.” Hearing that come out of his daughter’s mouth simultaneously filled him with joy and horror, and made his cock jump a good two inches. “It’s alive!” she joked, while extending her hand to touch the shaft through the briefs. The instant her fingertips made contact, he nearly reeled with the stimulation. It was like the first time he was touched there before, and yet it was better; it was family, his daughter, trying to make him feel good because he made her feel good. She tried to wrap her hand around his schlong, but the elastic was already stretched to its limit. “Dad - take them off.” He hesitated for a moment, taking a second to look at his daughter’s face, into her eyes. Then he did as she commanded, revealing the huge penis that ejaculated his daughter 21 years ago. She looked shocked, dumbfounded; she’d known it was big, but seeing it in the flesh was like meeting a celebrity. She at once grabbed the base of it and stroked up and down, admiring it and lusting for her father. She wanted to do more than stick this in her mouth, but she wouldn’t tell her father that. Moving to the edge of the bed, her bottom arched high into the air, she moved her mouth over the engorged phallus of her father’s erection. He melted at the warmth, the sublime softness and gentleness of his daughter’s tongue and cheeks. She struggled with the circumference of his manhood, only able to fit about two inches of the entirety in. She was trying to take more, however, and slipped his head down into her throat, where the hot furnace of her body made him feel lightheaded. He wouldn’t be able to last more than a few minutes of this incredible sensation. He had to stare at the ceiling or close his eyes often, because looking down at his daughter laboring over his cock made his testicles tighten and the ejaculatory feeling rise to the surface of the pleasure. After two minutes, his daughter still striving to make her father shoot his wad, he gently removed his penis from her mouth. “Honey-” he stopped. What was he thinking? This was insane. And yet… he felt now was the time. “Take off your shirt.” She did so unwaveringly; her breasts slipped out from her top and hung like the ripest fruit that make the branch hang low over the ground. He saw a bit of her mother in those breasts, but they were more supple and full than hers had ever been. “And.. take off your panties.” She did so, slipping the red boyshorts she wore off smooth shaven legs. He wasn’t sure how to proceed with his own daughter, but she took care of that; she pulled him down to the bed and locked lips with him, her other hand taking his cock and stroking it slowly. They kissed and Frenched and sucked each others necks, until their lips were raw and their genitalia fully engorged. He got off the bed, moving her to the edge. Her vagina encompassed his view; her clit like a jewel, her beautiful lips like two silk curtains to be eased back. She was dripping wet, the inside of her buttocks slick with erotic secretions. He began by touching gingerly the bulb of her clitoris, moving in circular motion. She moaned as he did so. Taking courage from this, he lowered his tongue onto her jewel, licking in the same circles. He plugged her hole with a broad finger, sliding it in and back with a sensual rhythm that matched his licking. She was whispering in her pleasure, holding her breasts and arching her back while her father hunched over her, working like a fine artist upon her sex. After some time and an orgasm, she pulled him up, and the look in her eyes was all the instruction he needed. Taking his huge rod in hand, he alligned his head with her quivering hole. The first centimeters of entrance were like a dose of heroin to them both, an overpowering pleasure that threatened to melt them with its heat. He slipped nearly all of the foot in, taking cues from her to know when it was too much. They set an easy pace, going slow, and continuously gushed, “Ooh,” and “Ahh” as they began to make fatherly and daughterly love.

"Would you cum on my ass?" "What?! No! You’re my sister…!" "Don’t freak out, I just meant does my ass look good?" "Oh.. yeah, it does." "Well then, bend me over and fuck me!"

"Would you cum on my ass?" "What?! No! You’re my sister…!" "Don’t freak out, I just meant does my ass look good?" "Oh.. yeah, it does." "Well then, bend me over and fuck me!"

"Why are you home so late?" his mother questioned. "We said you’d be back at 11 o’clock. Were you out with a girl?" "No, Mom, I was just at Tony’s house." "Well, why don’t you pull out your prick and we’ll just see where you’ve been…"

"Why are you home so late?" his mother questioned. "We said you’d be back at 11 o’clock. Were you out with a girl?" "No, Mom, I was just at Tony’s house." "Well, why don’t you pull out your prick and we’ll just see where you’ve been…"

"I owe you one," his sister had said when he covered for her at her job Friday night. The idea for repayment had been her idea; she knew her brother fancied her tits, and she liked the feel of her brother’s cock and cum touching every part of her breasts.

"I owe you one," his sister had said when he covered for her at her job Friday night. The idea for repayment had been her idea; she knew her brother fancied her tits, and she liked the feel of her brother’s cock and cum touching every part of her breasts.

Watching his sister walk up the stairs to the elevators in her apartment building, he supposed they *might* have had a bit too rough of sex; he ass was clearly showing where he had ripped her dress in lustful passion.

Watching his sister walk up the stairs to the elevators in her apartment building, he supposed they *might* have had a bit too rough of sex; he ass was clearly showing where he had ripped her dress in lustful passion.

"Check it out, Lance, I found my old princess costume from back when we used to play Rescue the Princess, where you’d save me from a dragon and get rewarded with a kiss. This brings back so many memories… Do you want to come over and play right now? Maybe the reward can be something better…"

"Check it out, Lance, I found my old princess costume from back when we used to play Rescue the Princess, where you’d save me from a dragon and get rewarded with a kiss. This brings back so many memories… Do you want to come over and play right now? Maybe the reward can be something better…"

"Brother, why don’t you come back to bed? I wanted to talk about what happened in this bed last night - and to make it happen again and again."

"Brother, why don’t you come back to bed? I wanted to talk about what happened in this bed last night - and to make it happen again and again."