I was 16 and my little sister was 13, she used to always wear boots shorts around the house and she had small tits so she never had a bra on. She would drive me crazy how she would bend over and her shorts would ride up her ass. She had to know I would stare at her. My parents went out for their anniversary one night and we stayed home. I was high watching a adult comedy that showed tits so I was already horny. My sister came in the room with her boots shorts on being a tease. She knew i was high and kept asking and begging me to get her high. I finally gave in and got her high, she started acting goofy and starting playing around so I held her down and poked her sides because she's ticklish. She was squirming around and my had slid across her nipple. She looked up at me and we made eye contact for a few seconds and I couldnt help myself I grab on her tits as I slid my other hand down her shorts and started playing with her before I made her suck my dick until I came in her mouth

The summer I graduated from HS. I was 18 and living with my divorced 34yo mom. I worked a 3-11 shift and when I came home my mom would come downstairs wanting to talk and wearing the most revealing teddy's and see thru lingerie which understandably got me quite turned on. Mom was athletic with a sexy well maintained body, 34a breasts with perky eraser size nipples. She worked out almost daily and would often go braless around the house. I think she did this on purpose to get my attention and was somewhat flirty at ties especially after a couple glasses of wine.

This one night as she was sitting across from me asking about my day etc she asked if I was dating anyone and how was my love life. Mom wasn't dating either and I would occasionally hear her moaning in her room at night masturbating.

I explained that it was hard to date working 3-11and I wasn't seeing anyone steady. She asked if there was anyone in particular who I had a sexual interest in and I stupidly said "you mom".

She kind of blushed and said " oh honey that's sweet but I'm your mother". She didn't know that I was sporting a raging hard on under the table and that I would often masturbate thinking about her especially after seeing her in her see thru teddy's night after night. It was such a turn on to see her erect nipples and the outline of her perfectly trimmed bush.

Then " You think I'm attractive? What exactly would you want do if I weren't your mother?" she asked teasingly.

"Of course I think you're attractive and I think you know that you turn me on. You're such a cock tease mom always wearing those sexy nighties. You drive me crazy." I stood up and the bulge in my shorts was evident. "See what you do to me mom."

"Oh dear, listen, go take a shower and come up to my bedroom and be quick before I change my mind. I think we can do something about this...IF you're okay with it"

I did what i was told and I found my mom in bed completely naked, she pulled back the sheet and motioned for me to get in.

" Promise me you will never ever tell anyone what we are about to do tonight"

I nodded and we proceeded to have the most intense sex imaginable. We kissed, french kissed, gave each other oral, 69'd and fucked while looking in each others eyes. She talked dirty while I was fucking her from behind and after we cuddled and fell asleep.

We did this a couple times a week all summer until I moved to attend college out of state.

Ever since I have had an incest fantasy fetish stemming from the summer with my mom

My husband's sister was seducing me. All day I helped her shop. I felt she was anxious for me to assist her in the fitting rooms. She has a boyfriend and I am married so it's me thinking crazy. It was only my imagination until she stripped down and gingerly slow walked a tight sheer thong up and on. Then bending over to practically grab her ankles she stares back at me from between her legs. Our eyes lock, she giggles, and politely says, Ben's going to love these. Who could not admire such a tight ass, perfect tits, trim tummy, long legs, pretty smile, silky hair, and the total knockout beauty queen. She was too polite, sexy, and developed to be sixteen. When she turned and moved closer I was sitting with this bald camel toe in tight see through just before my eye balls I wondered if women really do eat pussy better then guys. I wanted to kiss and touch her. My ideas got worse as she tugged the panties for a better fit. Then her other hand slid accross the mound. I felt tested and relapsed into recalling how her touch was always so tender. Then I imagined her touching herself alone and naked. Her flirts had to be intentional and deliberate. She was enjoying me melt and surely sensed the tingles and awe that were flashing through me. The smiles she gave said I know your juices are running and I arouse you. I desired to know if she was also wet. I reminded myself girls are forbidden. Stop, I demanded me. I confess to nasty thoughts, this attraction, lust, and fantasy. Yes, afterwards I masturbated the first chance I got. And now again while trying to resist my imagination. I constantly fight a never before fantasy planted by Abby. I will never shop with her again and wonder what will become the next time we are together. Family visits are frequent. I am having a hard time so I write down this day and pray it helps me figure out what is suddenly wrong with me.

I recently moved to India with my family due to my dad’s job. More specifically in Delhi. So, I decided to complete my college here.

At first, I was really surprised by the men’s lingering stares and their desperateness in trying to befriend me. And let me tell you, maybe it’s just my taste, but most of them are NOT attractive at all. I don’t mean to be racist, but I’m only stating I find many of them unattractive.

They’d try to invite me to events or hangouts and sometimes ask me out on dates. This is all normal and fine. But they even found my Instagram and Facebook when I never told anyone about it? At that point, the follow-requests kept coming and most of them were from dudes from the college. But I didn’t mind it that much.

I asked my friends who were also studying in other Indian colleges whether they had similar experiences. Some did and some didn’t. Those who could relate to it told me they hated it and would always try to walk around in groups with other girls. One pointed out that this may be because I’m a foreigner. They said that guys often chase around girls here and if it’s a white girl, they do it even more.

Now, this did creep me out a bit but I’d be lying to you I said it didn’t make me excited to some extent. You see, I’m kind of a pervert. I started wearing skimpy clothes when outside my dorm room to catch the boys staring at me.

One day, when a guy asked me to hang out with him, I decided to wear a low-cut spaghetti strap top without a bra. We walked around, inside the campus, just talking, and I’m pretty sure he knew I was braless. Seeing him look away whenever I caught him staring at my boobs was pretty amusing. And whenever we walked past a group of boys, I’d pretend to adjust my strap, pulling it away from my boobs, to try to give them a glimpse of my nipples. I was pretty turned on by this point, so I went to my room and made love to my fingers.

But the most daring thing I did which kind of still scares me when I think about it, is when I was walking to the washroom through an empty corridor. This was several months after joining. So I already had a reputation of being showy. I was wearing a very short skirt and there were a bunch of guys, just chilling by the lockers between me and the washroom.

They all looked at me at once. It was clear, they knew me, or about me. But I didn’t know them. When I reached them, they greeted me and I greeted back politely. But then they asked me where I was going. It was a weird question since I didn’t even know them but a naughty thought occurred to me. I said, “To the washroom. I’m feeling very sticky.”

They didn’t understand what I meant and I kept walking toward the door. When I reached the door, I looked at them and removed my panties from under my skirt, and quickly went inside while hearing cheers of excitement from behind me.

I was so turned on that I entered one of the cubicles and fingered myself into bliss.

As I said before, this memory still scares me but it also never fails to excite me thinking about what could have happened.

My daughter is 15 and flirts with me. She knows I am a feet person and when I walk by she puts her feet on the table, the sofa arm rest, or just sways her feet and toes around as I pass by.

She also wears shirts without a bra, she must have 30DD Tits, very nice size boobs. She started flirting and wearing my old shirts when she was 13. At that time her boobs were still developing so her nipples were not visible. But now at 15 and almost 16, her nipples show and she still wears my old shirts. Sometimes she wears shirts she has cut so her tummy and bellybutton are exposed.

When she is around me she clearly and purposely perks her boobs forward and up and more of her belly and sometimes the lower 1/2 of her boobs are exposed.

I have never really been a tits guy, I am more of a hands and feet type of guy. But my daughter's flirting and her big boobs have sent my interest in a new direction.

My wife is terrible in bed, no passion, very conservative, boring in bed. I eventually cheated on her after 18 years and now I IM with lady friends for thrill but no sex.

Anyway, my wife no longer arouses me. My daughter on the other hand makes my hormones go wild and gives me instant hard-ons with her flirting. Initially I thought I was seeing things, but she is definitely flirting with me and teasing me.

3 years ago, I got curious whether my wife was masturbating because I thought perhaps that was the reason her sex drive was bad. So I hid an audio recorder in the bathroom. To my surprise, instead of catching my wife, it was my daughter who was in the recording, masturbating in the shower. I have a very high sex drive, and I can see and sense my daughter's drive is off the charts.

My best friend from college, Brian, was in town for some training at his new job. My wife, Emily, and i invited him to stay at our apartment. It gave us a chance to drink and play video games like old times.

On the last night it snowed and we decided to go to the indoor hot tub and drink some more beers. The rec room was empty because most people were staying inside. My wife was wearing a cute bikini and I thought she looked adorable. We continued to drink and all of us were feeling no pain.

I was sitting next to Emily and reached behind her and untied her top. I expected her to catch it but she just let it fall all the way down exposing her tits. I know that I am biased but I think she has an amazing chest. She is not large chested, she wears a 36B but I just love the shape and color of her nipples.

Brian and I continued to drink while enjoying the scenery. I could tell Emily was enjoying the attention. I reached below the water and gently pulled on her remaining suit. Immediately Emily grabbed my hand in hers and pulled off her suit completely. She was now sitting completely naked. You could not see because of the jets and bubbles but Brian knew what was going on.

I made a request that Emily stand and prove she was nude. She stands up and gives Brian a 15-20 second look at her pussy. She was clean shaven and looked delicious. Brian made a request that she stand again and prove that she was nude in back also. Emily stood up, turned her ass towards Brian and let him look for about 30 seconds.

I figured our request were working so I asked her to show us her flexibility. Emily gets out of the tub, stands right in front of us, turns her bottom towards us, and touches the floor giving us a perfect view of her asshole and pussy. I don't think I have ever been more in love.

She gets back in the tub leaving us both speechless. Before she gets dressed she gives us both a long hug. Nothing else sexual happened until we were alone in bed. Emily told me she really enjoyed showing off. I don't know why I like that Brian knows what every inch of her body looks like.