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2012-08-24
From: BluBlaDe   (
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Comments: Hey... If a mom is hot(but not mine) I sure as hell would fuck her. Fucking the mom of your best friend if she is hot is really cool.

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2012-08-04
From: Peter   (
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Comments: I don't know where you got the idea that you or others were somehow being constrained into writing mother/son incest stories. That does represent the majority of the putrid crap churned out by the perverts here, but there are certainly other genres of disgusting erotic/pornographic stories to be found here. No one wants your creativity to be limited. Hell, there's so little of it to begin with! As to your example, I think that mommy stuff would actually be more plausible than teen girl stuff, if for no other reason that you are a worthless turd that no teenage girl would ever touch.

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2012-08-04
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Comments: Well, I guess that's good advice, but frankly I don't feel that we should be confined to writing sick stories about doing our moms. For example, a good part of my day is spent masturbating to pictures of 14 and 15 year old girls that I find on Facebook or some other site. Couldn't I make up some story about maybe fucking some underage teen slut in a Target parking lot or something? You know, stuff I actually want to do.

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2012-08-04
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Comments: Oh, that's right, you just masturbate while ghosts watch you...idiot. Look, despite our differences, I'll give you a little (more) advice on this matter: the crap in your stories or fantasies don't have to literally spring straight from real life, but your actual experiences, thoughts, and feelings must be allowed to color your work. I think we can agree that, in all likelihood, your mom is a nasty bitch. Doesn't matter. Think of some older lady (friend's mom, teacher, neighbor, or whatever) that you did want to stick it to and then transpose the feelings you had for her onto an imaginary pseudo-mom. That's how you have to do it because, let's be frank, no one really wants to fuck their moms. I mean, it's your mom for heaven's sake! And yet disgusting sexual fantasies are not often made from the things we know we could or should fuck; they come from the taboo, the forbidden. Lesson over.

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2012-08-04
From: Paul   (
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Comments: No, you're right. You're actually right for once, dick. Like I said before, my mom actually was rather attractive, but I just didn't feel anything for her sexually. I know that's actually normal, but I can't help but feel left out, you know?

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2012-08-04
From: Peter   (
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Comments: Paul, not only are you full of shit, but you're bad at it, too! That was the worst mother/son incest story I have ever read and I've read a damn lot of them, believe you me. I wasn't even close to getting an erection from that shitty story. I'm not saying you should give up entirely, but the best stories often spring from real-life experiences. Write what you know and feel, not fabricated bullshit that can't help but read like...well, fabricated bullshit.

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2012-08-04
From: Paul   (
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Comments: How can any male, especially one in his teenage years, not notice his mom's hot body? It was pretty much unavoidable. All my friend's moms were ugly as fuck (and fat, too, for the most part) and so they'd always be talking about my mom's sweet ass or ripe, luscious tits. It made me uncomfortable, sure, but it also made me aware of the fact that she was more than just my mom, she was a real, live woman and, yes, a sexual being. It was important to accept that. Once my father was out of the way, I was then free to have her for myself. It took some doing, especially when it came to the insurance company paying up, but soon enough we found ourselves locked together in a cum-soaked, Oedipal bliss.

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2012-06-26
From: BluBlaDe   (
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Comments: You are fucking badass Roy but around here being normal is wanting to do sexy things with your mom. At first I was pretty disgusted by all the shit here but now I'm starting to like it and I see my mom in a whole new light.

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2012-06-25
From: Roy   (
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Comments: I'll back off a little in terms of any personal attacks directed towards you, but the fact remains that I didn't ever do shit like that. Never. I jerked it constantly growing up, and to some pretty sick fantasies, too, but that kind of shit never entered into the equation. To each his own, I guess, but don't ever assume because you and a couple of other like-minded perverts on a website all had fantasies about your moms that that makes it somehow normal and that the rest of us did the same shit, because we didn't for the most part.

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2012-06-25
From: Dean   (
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Comments: Look, I realize I came on a little too strong there, and too forcefully, but your total overreaction can only lead me to believe that you have, indeed, pulled it while thinking about your mom. It's cool, dude, that's all I'm saying. We were all teenagers once, and many of us grew up when porn wasn't just a mouse click away like it is nowadays. So your mom was sunbathing in the back yard one day and you decided to hide behind the kitchen drapes and stroke yourself off thinking about how wonderful it would feel to be inside her warm, wet pussy once again after all these years. I'm not really saying it isn't sick, I'm just saying that sick is normal for us guys.

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2012-06-25
From: Roy   (
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Comments: Dean, you are a real piece of shit. A lying piece of shit. Not a word of that bullshit was true and everybody knows it. Fuck, the part about my mom wasn't even true; she was (and is) an attractive woman, but SHE IS MY MOM! That shit shouldn't give you boners, dude, and if it does you fight them off and remind yourself that it SHE IS YOUR FUCKING MOM! Asshole.

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2012-06-25
From: Dean   (
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Comments: Roy, you need to speak for yourself, son. Maybe your bitch momma was some fat, ugly bitch, but mine was damn hot and there was nothing wrong with looking at all that sweet shit. Hell, I came out of her pussy, why shouldn't I want to cum in it, too? Never did that, in all honesty, but a couple of times she'd notice my bulge and she'd pop her tits out to lend me a hand as I choked it. No regrets for either of us, no harm done.

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2012-02-21
From: Roy   (
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Comments: That's some messed up shit, no doubt about it. Hope it isn't true. Listen, at some point growing up we all saw our moms naked, but you're not supposed to like it. You're supposed to choke back vomit and be unable to get an erection for a week or so. After that, you start thinking about all the nasty stuff you want to do to girls at your school and you get back to normal. And I really thought I was sick! I guess if nothing else, the internet has taught me that there are bigger perverts than even myself.

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2011-12-04
From: BlublAdE   (
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Comments: I did not read it all but I wonder if you are that guy, Jason Vorhees. He loved his mom a lot too.

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2011-07-09
From: Jason   (
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Comments: The most fucked up thing that I ever heard about concerned my first college roommate. His name was Kyle and we ended up being stuck together for whatever reason in our dorm, but it actually turned out pretty good; he was a good guy and instantly became the first friend I made at college. As we got more comfortable with one another, we would ask each other questions trying to find out what made the other tick, likes and dislikes, that kind of stuff. One night after a few beers, I asked him when he lost his virginity. He hemmed and hawed, obviously uncomfortable with the question. Thinking that he must have still been a virgin, I assured him that it was no big deal and that I didn't lose my virginity until I was eighteen (which was true). Still saying nothing, I again tried to reassure him that it was no big deal if he was a virgin. He then said rather curtly that, no, he wasn't a virgin, but that he wasn't sure if he was comfortable talking about any of this. I then told him that I was just curious how old he was when he lost it, that's all. I didn't care what the chick looked like or anything, hell, I didn't even care if the chick was a chick for that matter. With that he said "fourteen". Well, nowadays things might be different, but back in my day and in my neck of the woods, most dudes didn't get lucky at fourteen. From the sound of his voice, I was pretty sure he was telling the truth, but his revelation made me more curious about who he had lost his virginity to at such an early age. Before I could even ask, though, he blurted out, "it was with my mom". I immediately responded with a spontaneous "bullshit" of disbelief if not accusation. "No, it was with my mom" he continued, "and it wasn't just once". He was dead serious, at least outwardly, but I pressed him for more information both out of curiosity and to see if I could find out if he really was just bullshitting me. The story he then related, however, convinced me that he was telling the truth. Neither his matter-of-fact speech nor his body language betrayed any sort of deception, but what most convinced me that he was telling the truth was the bland, almost clinical, nature of the story and of his supposed sexual relationship with his mother. Though he never used either word himself, he had soon impressed upon me the fact that his mother was both a bitch and probably crazy on some level. Their "relationship" started after his mom had discovered that he was masturbating. She had caught him once when he was twelve and spanked him as a result, one of the few time, he said, that she had ever spanked him. While this could never deter a boy on the cusp of puberty from actually doing it, he did promise himself to be more careful about it. This is easy enough before a boy actually ejaculates, but after that point the evidence can start piling up, even for mothers not as invasive of their son's privacy as she came to be. No, she became obsessed about him masturbating, checking his bedsheets every day, his sock drawer, his clothes, checking waste baskets for tissues, everything; anything that could provide proof of his masturbation came under intense scrutiny. As he entered his teen years, the evidence of his masturbation became harder and harder to hide. He wasn't allowed to close his bedroom door, nor the bathroom door. She would even sit on the toilet as he showered to make sure he didn't masturbate in there. Still, though, he did. Mostly at night, most always in his bed. He used a sock at first, but she found it one day under his mattress. She spanked him. He resorted to tissues, but she caught him flushing a bunch of them down the toilet one day. No more Nintendo for a month. He then was left with actually catching the semen in his hand and eating it to destroy, hopefully, any evidence. One night, though, an energetic spurt missed his hand completely and he had to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up. She heard him get up and caught him in the act of wiping cum off his belly. Another spanking was all she could think to do, it seemed, though now fourteen he was already taller and heavier than she and the spankings must have seemed to both of them an almost ridiculous, even humorous, exercise. It became clear to her that he wasn't going to stop masturbating just because she didn't want him to, whatever punishment she could come up with. The oddest thing, it that she never even told him why he shouldn't masturbate. He asked, too, more times than he could count, but all she ever said was that it was wrong and that he wasn't allowed to do it. She wasn't particularly religious, so the only things that he figured could be behind her draconian objections were that she thought somehow it would make him gay (get used to the touch of your own hand, you can get used to the touch of some other guy's hand, perhaps) or that she thought that it would make him unable or otherwise unwilling to have actual sex with a woman later in life. Either is possible in light of the solution she came up with for the "problem" of Kyle masturbating. If he wouldn't stop masturbating because it was his only sexual outlet, she would just have to give him another sexual outlet: her own body. Having arrived at her plan one night, she came into his room the next morning and made him get up so she could check his sheets for stains. None were found, so she proceeded to tell him that she understood his urges and that she didn't like being so harsh to him, things she had said many times before, but this time she also told him that she would help him control his urges. Not knowing what to think, he just stood there, waiting for her to continue. She asked him if he knew about sex. He said "yes" and that they had taught them all the basics at school during health class. She then lied down on this bed and pushed her sweatpants and underwear down to her ankles and spread her legs open while keeping her feet together. Amazed, he tried not to look, but she then told him to take off his briefs and to climb back onto the bed and over her. He obeyed, lowering his now naked body onto hers, his head coming to rest just next to his mother's. Shocked by what was happening, he could not manage an erection even when the situation so obviously demanded one. Noticing this, his mother had him raise up a bit and she stroke him rather roughly with one hand. He soon hardened despite his discomfiture and with the same hand she guided his penis inside of her. As horrible as it all seemed moments before, he said that the feel of her vagina as it enveloped him in its warmth and its wetness was almost intoxicating. She instructed him to thrust in and out, guiding him at first with her hands on his hips. She said nothing to him and made no noise at all as he pushed in and out, staring at his pillow, his mother's left earing in the corner of his eye. Within probably a minute or so, he climaxed, almost instinctively thrusting as deep as he could into his mother as he did so. His orgasm continued for a few moments more as it seemed to him that him must be filling her with his semen. As it ended, he sagged a bit down on top of her, causing her to finally speak. "Alright" she said, pushing him as a cue to get off of her, "get dressed for school". He got up, shell-shocked, and started to get dressed. She, in turn, pulled her panties and sweatpants back up, got up from his bed and left for the kitchen to fix breakfast. As he ate, stupefied by the morning's events, she told him that she was willing to help him in such a way a few times a week so he wouldn't feel the need to touch himself. He said that he managed only to say "okay" to her and he left for school. As is often the case, the first time you do something is the most difficult. Thus, while we almost felt physically ill after having had sex with his mother, he also made himself come to terms not only with the fact that she would hound him over masturbating probably until he moved out of the house, but also with how good it had actually felt to be inside a woman. That that woman was his mother, had to be his mother, was somehow awful, but in a perverse way, he said, their day-to-day relationship had improved almost immediately after the first time they had sex. So, a couple of days had passed when came home from school one afternoon and found his mother on the couch watching Sally Jesse Raphael's insipid talk show as she usually was. He stood there staring at her, nervous and timid, trying to figure out how to broach the subject, how to ask his mom for sex. She noticed him and understood at once what it was he wanted, and said "yes, alright". She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties, spreading her legs wide, feet together. He undressed without any prompting this time and lowered himself onto her for the second time. This time, though, he was as ready for her as she was for him. He still needed her, though, to help guide his erection into her. She did so brusquely, wordlessly, and he began thrusting at once, pushing in and out, slowly at first, then faster until, after no more than a minute from start to finish, he climaxed again as deeply inside of her as he could manage. Not five seconds after the last spurt of his semen had pulsed out into her, she again pushed him away with an almost emotionless "alright, that's good". He got dressed and went upstairs to his room, watching his mother pull her jeans back up as he went. Replaying the episode over in his mind, he realized that had mom, though cradling his head in her hands as he pushed in and out of her, had never even taken her eyes off of the damn television. Disturbed by this, by his motherless disinterested "acquiescence" to his urges, he wondered if he should not do it again, ever. Two times, though, and it was already like a drug to him. As he thought over what all this meant, what lay behind it, he had come to think that perhaps his mother saw in him a replacement for his father, who had gone long ago. But there was no passion in their sex, no affection, no emotion at all. There was at other times, though, just not then, just not when he felt such conflict and, yet, such love for his mother. It became all too clear that she was substituting her vagina for his hand, nothing more. In life, though, one tends to take what is available, and their sexual relationship continued right up until he went off to college. He seemed greatly relieved to tell me, to tell anyone about this. He did not, however, seem to regret any of it, at least not anymore. I still don't know what to make of it. He seems well adjusted and all, but something like that can't help but confuse a young boy's or young man's mind to the point where he can't honestly say whether his mother was helping him as she would claim, or abusing him as most outside observers would say.

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2011-04-24
From: Paul   (
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Comments: This was a controversial game with an anti-miscegenation message that led to such a public outcry that the game was never released. For shame, Sega, for shame.

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2009-06-29
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