Well this is obviously not the full scenario I have in mind, I hate to leave the scene at a cliffhanger but the full page was getting wayy to large to finish by this weekend without rushing it, so I split it in 2, the good part is that I already have drawn out all the other scenes and just need to shade and polish them, so that shouldn't take too long, see you soon with the next page.
And fyi, I tried uploading in higher resolution this time than I usually do, so you can read the text better and see more details, if this loads well for everyone I can consider perhabs even higher resolutions in the future, but Id like to keep the file size of images under 8mb.
Also to those who wanted any prints/posters, or to those who wanted to support my work, Ive added these 3 ones to the store, there are also many older ones, if there are any specific latest ones youd like to see for sale, let me know and Ill see if theres enough demand for it.
I blame shad for the kinds of girls i like
Reported for nudity
Im bored, anyone up to play some games? click on my profile pic. 😁
Im bored, anyone up to play some games? click on my profile photo. 😁
Best shad comic of all time. Change my mind.
best looking female character shad ever drew
Ho me vengo
She looks like the kind of nasty bitch who smells stuffy, has greasy uncombed hair, and greets her family with loud morning farts every day :)
Fr?
Hmu to rp incest (I can be big/little bro), cheating, public molestation or any other fantasies you have
Female only
Kik-femboyfridayz
Hmu to rp incest (I can be big/little bro), cheating, public molestation or any other fantasies you have
Female only
Kik-femboyfridayz
thats either incest or
Nigga you legit said “the oven”
why does every man shadman draws have an absolute dumptruck of an ass ?? not that im complaining <3
That’s like the least dumptruck ass shad has drawn. But still
dude really said “IM TRYING TO NOT BE A FUCKING ASSHOLE”
This man is just trying so fucking hard to be nice, mad respect for being a good lad
Add my kik codman90000000 for a 7 inch thick fat cock girls only
The guy is actuslly me trying to get along with my bro, only i dont end up fucking him lol.
Yet.
Gey (jk)
lmao@ the sonic buns
Question!!! Usually what’s the size in pixels and resolution you use for your art? I always have a lot of treouble deciding that!!! <3 love your art <3 <3
my GF is shaped like that. with the same piercings and everythings 💦
Pussy piercings?
great bro but i dont remember askin
lmfaoo
haha you’re fucking funny bro
its a public fuckin comments section, you retard
Being a buff teenage manlet, I can relate to this a lot kek
incest
Like it or not, nigga speaking straight facts here
She is adopter
Language of gods
Heyyyy straight porn I like that
I know it is a lost battle to ask it, but can you carry this story on? It would be really cool if there was a whole comics with him and his sister
i can’t fucking read this shit
Kik: fdhggggcxv fat ass small cock looking for femboi🤤
No fagget
This guy can’t get ladies my dude.
would love to see that last frame as a desktop wallpaper and print!!!
the boy seems more thick tho, ngl
it’s not
Finally straight porn
Preferring straight men sounds pretty gay to me
Exito :v
why is his dick going through his underwear
Its not, its under his underwear not inside of her yet, thats why shes teasing him.
Yes hairy pussyyyyuu
Dude this set is fucking unbelievable. I love that last shot.
Can we get one where the sister has a milk moustache in the last panel.
Ya know, for reasons…
The brother is fucking hot, make more
The manlet is fucking thicc and hot, good job Shad!
hot as fuck tbh
I am the only one to say that.
¿The Mom the brother and thevsister look like
The mother fbi the boy Fortnite and Stacey?
I wouldnt even hesitate with my sister…
Sure, and you live in alabama
bab
Shadman tratando de que los modismos latino americanos encajen bien en sus cómics xd
Hope we get a pregnant sister and mother out of this story. Side by side pregnant sex would be awesome
maybe u cud do a female version of the bruce almighty monkey scene.
Wait a sec is this a shad piece where a male’s penis is going into a female vagina? You good shad?
im not sure shad knows what a simp is
does the amount of time you spend drawing the talking equal the time you spend on the rest of the page?
Could we get a poster of just the step sister she is so hot!
Hope we get alot of comic about these siblings fucking and breeding
Post the last 2 starfire in heat pges you homo
As always, good job man. Thats make my day <3
I want a whole comic of this fam, like the Incredibles one
Ehh, not a fan of the Identical DNA Tango.
**Sweet home Alabama intensifies**
*jazz music stops
I fucking hate niggers so much
Why cause we steal your bitches from you cuck.
No cause you don’t pick Cotten anymore
That’s crazy but I don’t remember asking
Use your sister eggs she won’t be needing them
“Why are you the the way that you are?!”
Such level of detail…
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I want to see the mom… She is HOT!
I like it!
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Thank you
Thank God I read your comment because I was about to check what it was
I desire and appreciate the dark haired space goth witch latina Woman. My thought though is why is he not giving her face front and back. She could splash all over his face and he would lick up all of her orgasm ; )
Hey~ I’m looking for a cock to submit to~ add me on kik – meltygummy –
I’m a nineteen year old bi femboy who needs some dick💕
Fuck sake cmon
Really hope we at least get one panel of her pregnant
Fully agree
Love to see pregnant stuff from Shad
i’m getting pissed off with this girl wasting food
Looking for traps. Kik me @Director1285
*Sweet home Alabama plays*
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with my own experience i can tell you, a big brother is much better, then a little one …
Dose any one else seeing the 2 little stick people getting killed alongside the border of the comic . One falling off a latter on the left side and the other falling down the stairs on the right side.
Im a cute femboy that would like to talk to a daddy
Kik: Necromorphic
Such a special relationship these siblings have.
What happand too lolaby? His or her art was very good
Fuck the sister… I want to see the mom… She is HOT!
Gotta love the Sonic buns that they are gonna cook, also the pig head on the counter. Shad with the important details in the back to give it LIFE
Make Stardew Valley comics!
Sexy breast and armpit
I wanna se her brother get her pregnant
LOVE IT.
WOW!
Hairy pits in bondage is my ultimate fetish.
If her pits were full on hairy, I would explode with happiness.
Still love the stubble tho.
S_H
Same
Love how she tied up
Shad, I have an idea. If you don’t want to bring mandatory registration to this forum, you could try automatically including the IP address next to the name. That way all of the sockpuppets and other gutless pussies who hide behind “Anonymous” can’t hide so easily any longer—like the loser that keeps copy-pasting Christeeny like some sort of obsessive fanboy.
That’s a fuckin terrible idea
Only terrible for the pussies who hide behind “Anonymous”
No offense but people want privacy. They don’t want any affiliation with being on this site.
Perhaps you don’t understand how IP addresses work.
How do they? I mean I know they basically show your device.
DumbFaggot no education ..
Pay attetion…
VPN…
Just because you like to know everyones ip
So u can cyber stalk anyone who does not agreee with your faggotry
And!!!
You & YOUR sock puppets could still hide beheind the VPN…
So really cunt, why bother bitch child
That guy looks thicc more of him please
RIP ladder stick and Stair stick men, it may have been short lived but their service of leading readers from panel to panel has left a tender spot in the hearts of many
How about that part 2, Shad bud?
I second that!
Before the next weekend is done
Your art work is beautiful but please stop using simp it makes it too personal
found the simp
A fresh 18~ year old teen Gen Z girl using simp as an insult with her Gen Z 18~ year old brother is hot as fuck. Fuck off, Simp.
Sincerely, a millennial.
I wish I were so easy to turn on that a 4 letter word was all it took to make me hard
this isn’t loading cheifton but then again i got the shittest laptop ever so \_(._.)_/
The mom could walk in and they could all have a orgy.
I was originally against the new style, but holy fucking shit this is great
https://discord.gg/tqFMDRK
Link is expired
You should make the next one him growing some balls and dicking her down
He needs 2 put a bun in mamas even 2 and give her some gran kids ;)
He needs to knock up mama 2 and give her grandkids directly ;)
es!”fter a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
What a total fanbabyboi…
Accepting My Schizophrenia Diagnosis
My first episode of psychosis happened when I was 18 years old. I had just finished fisting my cellulite covered ass with my dead whore mother’s swerved arm, i killed her because of my electra complex so he’d finally would acknowledge me but my faggot daddy did not love me, it was a real blow to mental state, so I had to run away as i was making my way to New York to begin my new prostitute job. Slowly my paranoia and fear that people were out to get me overtook me and in a panic, I drove to an airport and rushed to the nearest security officer. From there I was put in an ambulance and taken to a hospital where I received my diagnosis of schizophrenia.
Once released from the hospital, 6 years after I rushed out the the streets to try and sell my saggy pretend pussy and disregarded my new diagnosis. My diagnosis was just a fluke, I told myself. I am christeeny i told my self, not dumbfuck or bottomcream, educator, nor king monkey mon or the cheat. So two years later, back at home in Indiana, the symptoms returned. The screaming voices in my head was loud, I had no clue who was gonna take control over my obese body. This time worse than the first time. I was sent to an in-patient psychiatric hospital and had my schizophrenia diagnosis confirmed. It was here that I was fortunate enough to learn about the art of scat painting, i’d always loved to fondle with my excrement, smear it on my face, over my morbidly obese body.
But one day while being locked in the padded cell one of my personality took it to far, according to dr. Iznoggod
His name was ANONYMOUS
I ate my fecal matter, it was so delicious
Couldn’t get enough
I quickly got addicted, but a heavy dose of antipsychotic medication later i was on the road to become christeeny again.
But in order to focus on my health I stayed in Indiana’s psychiatric hospital and be close to make belief family and the friends in my head, I resigned from my whore job in New York, but honestly I never did earn money because no one would fuck me.
The strange men only wanted to shit on my fat man tits.
In addition, I participated in research at the faggot clinic to help further the understanding of my disease. I also joined my local NAMBLA and Scat lovers support groups. After my second psychotic episode, I made the choice to not only get better but be a more horrible person; these support structures were there to assist me in that goal.
During the last 15 months I have been receiving care at Faggot’R’us, I believe I have gotten much better. My psychotic symptoms such as paranoia and delusions have only gotten worse. I have grown closer to my make belief family with the help of Dr. Iznogood and an excellent facal therapist. My existing friendships in my head have also been strengthened, and I have made new friends through my support of multiple persona’s. My antipsychotic dosage has been raised and may never be reduced again in the future. In addition, my therapy appointments have been reduced from four times a month to two.
In the next few years, I would like to reduce the amount of excrement i consume on a daily basis I have discovered my own healthy coping habits to overcome any difficulties I may encounter
And the way I do it, is to talk trash to everyone who disagree with me, and tell them to go fuck their mothers some more
As with scat therapy, my fecal psychiatrist appointments will also be 16 times in a month to once every two or three months. I plan to continue going to my local support groups because they are close to the hospital and my padded cell and help me to feel less alone and part of a community, inside my numbskull. Eventually I plan to move into my own place and once again be completely self-scat-sufficient
mood
Wow i come back after god knows how long and people are STILL trying to hitch a ride on Christeeny’s dick and begging for her attention. Sweetie, that’s not going to happen anytime soon, your garden is overgrown and your cucumbers are soft. You also sound like the type of person who opens a glass door to look outside. Please do the world a favor and refrain from breeding. Thank you
Well feel free to fuck off again loser, seeing as we all know your just another one of christeeny’s accounts, dumbcunt.
FYI, Christeeny has only been here two years. The Cheat’s been here far longer.
P.S. Who’s “we” – you and your pedophile daddy?
Right, just like you Anonymous are all the same retarded neckbeard living in his parent’s basement who disappointing his own hand while masturbating furiously to the porn they claim to hate so much
@True Shadfan At least SOMEONE has some sense around here
The ironic thing is that “Anonymous” keeps either sockpuppeting himself or impersonating others while he accuses everyone who calls him out being the same person. It’s either mentally-ill paranoid or just childish.
If Shad were to post IP addresses next to names, the SPs would lose their deniability.
The chris, or cheat what ever you call yourself, faggot educator
How can one ride a dick, and at the same time be female?
Why do you try to convince others that you are a woman
You do realise that there only exsist to genders, much like the unicorn
The THING you proclaim is real is nothing more then a mental ill faggot
Aka a guy with fake tits
So for the love fuck and your god chad take all your faggot’tars C,T, DFE, K,M,M, B,C S,A and stick up your ass
Just curious… do you think chemtrails are listening to your brainwaves (such as they are) for the CIA?
You’re obsessed and it would be cute if it weren’t kind of pathetic. Now go jack off the family dog some more.
“How can one ride a dick, and at the same time be female?” Because females can’t ride dicks now? the fuck kind of logic is that?
The tumor, obviously you can’t keep track of your myriad of avatars
And the faggotry you type
First of:
*ride on christeeny’s dick*
Then calls IT a her
*begging for “her” attention*
Now, what is women dosen’t got?
Yes that’s it faggot, almost there..
A dick, because the hybrid creature as you perhaps would refer as ‘shemale’
And as mentiond before this nothing more then a degenerate fantasy & an abomination to nature & god
I know your alter ego bitch chris and dumbcunt are atheist
But you believe in the flying spaghetti monster right?
Dumbfuck cheat
Kill yourself
I’ll pay for the one way ticket to wuhan or italy
Just die!
For prints, I’d love to see the Bioshock ones return, and also the Monica one that recently was taken down. I was hoping to pick that one up.
You’re quite the artist. Not according to the Tolstoyan tradition however. Your works embody a very dark side of the human experience which seems to resonate with the majority of your audience. I have watched a video of yours on YouTube in which you narrate some events of your childhood which led me to conclude that you have had a quit normal boyhood. Subsequently, my question is as follows: why did you stop producing works about hellen and violet parr? That shit was coooool.
ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ, I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ
the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
Since you’re such an obsessed fan, you should at least include the link:
amazon.com/author/crystal-veeyant
I think the point this guy is trying to make is that you take up way to much space on the comment section. I mean you can still post this, but maybe include a few paragraphs or something shorter.
Is he incapable of articulating that very concern or are his reading and writing skills that atrophied?
Need more mother daughter incest
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The porch light came on. I moved into the shadows so the neighbors wouldn’t see me.
“Who is it?” called Kaity.
“Honey? It-it’s Mom. Please open the door!”
Deathly silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
CONTINUED …
The moment I felt Mom’s mouth on my crotch, I knew I was just as bad as she was. I could have been gracious and just offered to help because she was my mom, no matter how embarrassed I’d been by her during the trial. Or if I wanted to punish her I could have done it without degrading her and especially without turning it sexual, but I think I was just realizing that there was more of her in me than I liked to admit. I probably was a big pervert too, but now that I’d started this I couldn’t let up. I owed it to myself and to her.
Besides I knew something that she had never admitted to me about our true relationship—what she and Dad had both kept from me for eighteen years. Now she was trying to use the lie to control me, to spare herself everything she might imagine I was planning. I began to wonder just how far she’d let me go before she admitted the truth to me. Until then, she was laboring under the assumption that I believed this was true incest. Maybe that made it a little more that way for her—if I thought it was actual incest then that made it more so for her. Maybe that turned her on. I bet if I stuck my finger in her twat it would be gushing wet!
It turned me on to hear the gulping noises as she chugged down my pee. It certainly put her in her place as my slave. No way could she stand up to me now that she’d drunk hot pee right from my pussy. Finally I finished emptying my bladder into my mother’s mouth. I ordered her to lick my labia clean. I shivered with delight as her tongue swept up and down my vulva.
Oh yes, I was as bad as she was, and the truth was I had been for a long time. But I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to gain full control while the taste of my piss was still in her mouth.
“Mmmm, my mommy is a good cunt-licker,” I said in a mocking tone. “What a fucking lesbo, licking her own daughter’s twat. You love licking your girl’s pussy, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes who, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress. May… may I please beg a favor, Mistress?” she asked as I picked up the tequila bottle and chugged down a good three ounces.
“What, Mommy?”
“Please don’t call me that, Mistress.”
“You mean don’t call you ‘Mommy?’ Is that what you mean, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Too fucking bad, Mommy. You need to be reminded this is incest, lesbian incest that you’re loving, and I know you’re loving it. You’re not getting off the hook for that, Mom. Now say, ‘I’m a pervert.’ “ I took one more tiny swig and set the bottle down. I finished stripping naked, the nipples on my firm C-cup breasts had grown hard with excitement.
“I’m a pervert, Mistress.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter, Mistress.”
Oh, I knew I was right. I saw how her eyes were shining. This slut my father married really was a perverted cunt. But then, by allowing the lie live into this new relationship, wasn’t I almost as kinky? No, it was her fault. She could end it whenever she wanted. But it appeared she was going to continue trying to use the lie to control me. Until she admitted it, I would lay it on thick.
“So then fuck me with your tongue, Mommy.” I sat on the edge of the sofa, and spread wide my firm tanned thighs, felt my glistening cuntlips opening to her. “Since my mom was such a good slave and drank all of my piss, she deserves a reward. So lick my pussy, Mommy!”
The words seemed to immediately spur her to dive onto my tingling crotch, her mouth covering my entire slit, her tongue lapping my pussy as eagerly as a dog. I considered that I should buy her a dog collar tomorrow. With all the money from Dad’s estate, I could buy my mother-slave the sexiest lingerie, the most expensive English latex and every sex and BDSM toy imaginable. It was only early July and college didn’t start for another two months. With finances all taken care of, I could devote myself to taking my slutty mom down paths that neither she nor I could have ever imagined. It was so right to show her what a pervo she was, and I owed it to myself as a consolation for losing my normal family and becoming a joke to everyone.
The desperate whimpering sounds Mom made as she licked my vaginal folds bespoke a woman far gone in her lust. I’ll bet the slut’s pussy was good and juicy! I might have to do something about that. A sudden wave of lust rushed over me and I grabbed the back of Mom’s head to steady myself, mashing her lips into my pussy. I guessed I was a little bit drunk!
“Finger my cunt hole,” I heard myself say as Mom nuzzled my clit.
Her finger easily slid into my creamy twat, and I gasped with pleasure. She immediately found what I had heard was the location of most women’s G-spot, the front vaginal wall an inch or two in. Before I knew it my hips were bucking against her face.
“I’m cumming, Mommy, I’m cumming!” I cried as waves of tingling pleasure rippling from my scalp to my toenails. Suddenly I was damp down there—I’d just gushed pussy juice. I was a squirter!
“Oh, baby, oh baby,” I heard my mother say as she lapped up my fluids. I was too far in ecstasy to scold her for forgetting “Mistress.”
Now I was horny as hell as well as feeling totally wicked. I ordered my mom to lay her breasts and tummy across the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide. The view from behind was beautiful: my mother’s cuntlips spread wide open and dripping, her pink puckered asshole open to me as well. Oh, would I ever show her what a slut she really was!
My index finger slid into Mom’s juicing cooze so easily, causing her to gasp her intense pleasure. I watched her shudder and moan as my middle finger joined her index finger, the horny bitch. With my free hand I reached under to feel my mother’s tits, found her nipples rock hard with excitement. It was so exciting to listen to her whimper and beg for me to pinch those nipples.
Still finger-fucking Mom, I lay my naked tits on her back so I could comfortable reach both areas, and I took her left nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I squeezed it gently at first and then hard and harder until she cried out with both pain and pleasure. I switched to the other nipple, fucking Mom’s cunt even harder with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck me Kaity—Mistress, I mean!” she cried.
“You can call me Kaity until you cum, Mom,” I said.
Suddenly I had a new wicked idea. I pulled my fingers from Mom’s clenching twat, smiling as she moaned in frustration but had the sense not to protest. With her slick cunt juices, I lubed up the outside of her asshole, causing her to moan again. As I slowly started to push my wet index finger into her butt, I ran into dryness.
“This will have to be dealt with, Mom. You’re all dry there.”
I brought my index finger to her lips and ordered her to suck it, to get it good and slippery with her spit. It pushed at lot more easily into her ass, but not all the way, so I pulled it out and stuck it her face again. I was thrilled to think of what I was going to do next.
Now my finger slid easily up into my mom’s rectum, where I probed her for a moment before I pulled it out and then stuck it in her face again. “Suck your own ass juice off my finger, Mommy.”
“Oh, baby!”
The look in her eyes, a mixture of dismay and eager lust was almost pathetic, and at the same time it turned me on so much. Then I felt my mom’s hot wet mouth close over my finger and began to readily suck it, whimpering with abandon yet again. Oh, my mother was such a nasty pervert, I had to love her for it! Finally after repeating this several more times, her asshole was a slippery as her cunt.
“You love this, don’t you, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
I inserted my middle finger back into her twat hole while I continued to finger-bang her anal tunnel. After only three minutes my mom had a shattering orgasm, probably at least partly brought on by the reality of being her own daughter’s new fuck toy—and by my total power over her.
Just so Mom didn’t forget her place, I allowed her to dress only in one of my G-strings while she made us a pasta dinner. I put her food in a bowl on the kitchen floor and ordered her not to use her hands. It was fun eating at the kitchen table while I watched Mom eat like a dog on the floor. Yes, that collar would be the first thing I bought tomorrow.
silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
re somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
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Aww c’mon why is she adopted I was hoping she was going to be her daughter’s aunt.
Is this the same family from the family comic series about a year ago? Looks very similar but older. i remember the mom worked for the fbi but she wasnt spanish , the two teens look similar to the boy and stacy but older and where are the twins?
Cmon upload the second one…
Shad, we missed anal so much
Is his dick still in his underwear?
Yes.
Yeah through the hole you put your dick through to piss. Kinda hot
I like this family feud and I wander where next ones will led. I hope it gets dirtier and maybe an unwanted accident. ;)
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I wish I had a Brother that cute.
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Super hot! Amazing work Shad
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If you look really closely you can see his dick isn’t in her, you can see his jocks inbetween her pussy and the shaft of his dick. Not complaining about the picture, it’s awesome, I’m just pointing it out
Its weird. Shad always seems to like avoiding pussy penetration whenever he can. The alejandra comic needed it, starfire and raven should have had a huge creampie scene and some others. Hes done it before with one incredibles comic and it was great. Wish someone could make edits because its always so close you could just edit it inside. I don’t know its the one thing that shad does that really gets on my nerves
I apprecoate the resolution upgrade; that last (can I just say really amazing) picture of the two broads eating ass had a panel where they whisper to eachother and it was totally unreadable, this comic is class as well though so cheers man
Can u make the black version, Shad? Thanks very much in advance :))
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I love your FBI family stuff!
Really good work, I sort expected food play. Happy it wasn’t.
Shad have you seen Dragon Quest Your Story yet?
Best one yet Shad. Really love the POV aspect. You should do those often!
damn we gotta see her pregnant, hopefully thats whats in the next page
I love when shad does pregnant shit. That’s some of the best stuff out there
Shad is a furry?
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I woke up in my bed. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I finally sensed the small, gentle grasp around my dick. My eyes flew open and there was Helen, naked save for see-thru thong panties. Her hand grasped my hard cock through my boxers. Her pert tits hung right there. I so badly wanted her to start beating me off, but—
“Helen!” I croaked. I pulled back and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me cry out with an explosive pleasure like I’d never imagined. My balls swelled up, aching with intense lust beyond my wildest dreams.
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She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
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No homo but that guy is quite a hunk, no wonder even his mother’s got the hots for him. His stepsister is a nasty bitch though, I feel sorry for him having to live with her. A guy like him should be able to go out and get a GF already.
as a gay guy, fuck yeah. he could get any girl he wants with that bod and personality, and any dude for that matter. sis is a total bitch tho, and a 6 at best
as a lesbian, i want this girl to step on me and call me garbage.
>sees the “sis”
welp im not one for piercings but uh
😳😳😳😳
Would love to see one of him impregnating his mum or maybe his mum or sister dominating him with a strapon
I wish there was a pick of him getting transformed unawarly into his step sisters clit stud. She comes in and pins him in his place
Shadbase loves dick I’m surprised he even made this with a pussy in it
Bring back the straight category you faggot
Shadbase is such a faggot to take off the straight category off his archive. We don’t all like seeing all dicks like you fagshad!
More loli like last year’s election season? I miss HiLoli Cliton
Lolis’s are closest pedofucks. You closeted pedofuck
Submissive Girls/Traps up for rping/vids/pics. Kik DarkGuy326! Send vids or pics first!
MORE OF THIS JESUS
YEEEEES MORE OF THIS GIRL. Keep it up shad especially with this story
The straights are at it again 🙄
Shut up queer
why is his waistband overtop of his cock?
great once again!! i love all your work and aspire to be as good as a artist as you one day.
Keep up the great work shad, have a great week man!
Gorgeous
where is the nut sister ?
Ngl both of them can get it, boi looks like he would have no problem being dommed.
Now quickly Shad, abandon the comic like you do all the others!
Trimmed puss, curvasious body, shitty attitude mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm! Made my fuckin day shad. Thanks for all the hard work you’ve been putting in dude.
Lovin it this series shad, keep up the good work!
Also the trimmed pus…. mmm mmm mmmmm! Made my fuckin day
very cool!
i wanna see the brother get fucked
True gay
Reallly gay
eeeeeeeeeeeeee
nice work shad
nice work shad
Please draw anal it would be amazing. Love this little series do far!
Patrolling the Mojave almost makes me wish for a nuclear winter
We need to see a billie eilish drawing my dude
agreed
100%
More velma please
More pls
the guy kinda thick tho 😳😳😳
Alright fucking hell chill with the simp shit it’s getting overplayed at this point ya boomer
This family is hot as fuck
exchange nudes with women, traps add kik alef 567 i will send pictures of my cocô
Hey what about mother is taking a bbc in her holes at work? :D
Since you mentioned prints, Shadman, could you bring back the Hermione print from a few years ago? I missed my chance to buy it the first time, and I’ve regretted it ever since.
http://www.shadbase.com/wingardium-leviosa/
We have both a sub brat and a tsundere on our hands here.
Fuck yeah! Something that’s actually hot
Shad, you’re getting so fuckin awesome with the body drawing and faces
Keep like this, dude
The body when she gets naked is SOOOOO perfect, Shad, you’re getting awesome
I love the sisters design
What is this weak “adopted” bullshit?
i hope in part 2 she takes a creampie
Awesome back to basics. Hope you ended the faggot chapter like you did the loli and don’t forget to remove all of it too so we don’t see that garbage when we hit the random button. Good job on being a man finally.
Who hurt you…
He probably miss the loli stuff… that was some good shit
It sure fucking was
Only females and fucking soyboys use that quote. Do better
Ah yes, I can smell the fragile masculinity coming off of this one
Shut the fuck up faggot
Faggot and proud!
lol what a sensitive virgin
Agreed except for loli. I miss it
The whole cómic is really good, but the only thing that bothers me is that glass on the bed, i don’t know why but the fact that it’s so straight bothers me.
Oh God, Why Did you Bring ATTENTION TO THAT!?
That’s the table and not a bed, my dudes
Shad please continue whit this, with the girl doing AHEGAO and put more parts of him fucking her really hard.
this is gold. sexy, lewd gold. 😳😳😳😳
Accepting My Schizophrenia Diagnosis
My first episode of psychosis happened when I was 18 years old. I had just finished fisting my cellulite covered ass with my dead whore mother’s swerved arm, i killed her because of my electra complex so he’d finally would acknowledge me but my faggot daddy did not love me, it was a real blow to mental state, so I had to run away as i was making my way to New York to begin my new prostitute job. Slowly my paranoia and fear that people were out to get me overtook me and in a panic, I drove to an airport and rushed to the nearest security officer. From there I was put in an ambulance and taken to a hospital where I received my diagnosis of schizophrenia.
Once released from the hospital, 6 years after I rushed out the the streets to try and sell my saggy pretend pussy and disregarded my new diagnosis. My diagnosis was just a fluke, I told myself. I am christeeny i told my self, not dumbfuck or bottomcream, educator, nor king monkey mon or the cheat. So two years later, back at home in Indiana, the symptoms returned. The screaming voices in my head was loud, I had no clue who was gonna take control over my obese body. This time worse than the first time. I was sent to an in-patient psychiatric hospital and had my schizophrenia diagnosis confirmed. It was here that I was fortunate enough to learn about the art of scat painting, i’d always loved to fondle with my excrement, smear it on my face, over my morbidly obese body.
But one day while being locked in the padded cell one of my personality took it to far, according to dr. Iznoggod
His name was ANONYMOUS
I ate my fecal matter, it was so delicious
Couldn’t get enough
I quickly got addicted, but a heavy dose of antipsychotic medication later i was on the road to become christeeny again.
But in order to focus on my health I stayed in Indiana’s psychiatric hospital and be close to make belief family and the friends in my head, I resigned from my whore job in New York, but honestly I never did earn money because no one would fuck me.
The strange men only wanted to shit on my fat man tits.
In addition, I participated in research at the faggot clinic to help further the understanding of my disease. I also joined my local NAMBLA and Scat lovers support groups. After my second psychotic episode, I made the choice to not only get better but be a more horrible person; these support structures were there to assist me in that goal.
During the last 15 months I have been receiving care at Faggot’R’us, I believe I have gotten much better. My psychotic symptoms such as paranoia and delusions have only gotten worse. I have grown closer to my make belief family with the help of Dr. Iznogood and an excellent facal therapist. My existing friendships in my head have also been strengthened, and I have made new friends through my support of multiple persona’s. My antipsychotic dosage has been raised and may never be reduced again in the future. In addition, my therapy appointments have been reduced from four times a month to two.
In the next few years, I would like to reduce the amount of excrement i consume on a daily basis I have discovered my own healthy coping habits to overcome any difficulties I may encounter
And the way I do it, is to talk trash to everyone who disagree with me, and tell them to go fuck their mothers some more
As with scat therapy, my fecal psychiatrist appointments will also be 16 times in a month to once every two or three months. I plan to continue going to my local support groups because they are close to the hospital and my padded cell and help me to feel less alone and part of a community, inside my numbskull. Eventually I plan to move into my own place and once again be completely self-scat-sufficient.
way to much time on ur hands bro
Someone seems to have an unrequired love obsession towards Christeeny
HOW MY, That some good writer here!
So sad to hear about ur skiznofria Chris
Hope u r beter today
Muct luv brah
Is there more of this?
Please i want to buy
your sock pups sound just as retarded as you. hope ur having fun take with urself
Jajajajaja.. xD
Eres tan delirante pequeño chris..
Sucking pubbets aka DFE Aka Chrisbitch aka anon.. #1, #2, #6
Shad, i don’t understand how you can make this many cute girl, and i love it!
Shad, i’m really glad that i discovered you, you are a real pearl, not only for porn, but for humor and to learn to drow, i’m not training to becoming a pornographic designer, but your style is very good.
How many years was needed for you to have your own style ?
Shad please I need her to be preggers
That’s fuckin weirder than traps my guy
Pls do one of the brother getting fucked by sister boyfriend’s
Do one of the mom
I would love to see a a Pinup or Comic about Cut Up Denim Jeans
So… both of them are over 18 and she’s adopted, so it’s not real incest… this is quite tame for Shadman’s standards.
Here is kik – KHSPJ of a young cute trap
He has nice dick and ass enjoy :)
What would really help us read your text better if you didn’t write it like the edgiest first grader and instead used a legible font. Your handwriting is almost worse than Mamabliss’
I’M TIRED OF THESE GODDAMN NIGGERS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD ALWAYS BITCHIN’ ABOUT WHITE PEOPLE! THEY ALWAYS SAY WE HAVE SMALL DICKS OR SOME SHIT… I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THESE NIGGERS! THEY ALWAYS SAY SOME STUPID NIGGER SHIT TO PISS ME OFF AND I AM DONE! BURN ALL NIGGERS FROM THE FACE OF THIS EARTH
say that to the police. see what happenes
“adopted”
Coward.
looks great as always.
Have him fuck his sis and mom
Dude, your opinion does NOT matter here. I suggest you tie a rope around your goddamn neck, stand on a stool, then kick the stool out from under your crusty feet. Goddamn boomer, rise up GenZ! Kill all Boomer retards
Dude Chill! Lord Shad might Draw that some Time so be everyone else here enjoy his Work if some does request what they want to see and it might Interest Him
And then you got knocked out like every other antifa member. One shot you go down like a typical left wing coward.
What a spastic retard
Why don’t simply put the sis in the oven ? xD
Genius! More meal for the family.
This is some of your best work.
vcv
Adopted? Awww. Not as fun.
Wow. You actually put a penis in a vagina instead of an ass. How long ago did that happen? a year ago.
Ah yes, reminds me when shadbase was actually good at his craft instead of…..whatever this is now.
his dick is still in his pants…
eh, his dick’s still in his pants tho…
ck and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me
hung right there. I so badly wanted her to start beating me off, but—
“Helen!” I croaked. I pulled back and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me
HOW MY, that some good writer here !
Thank you. I have an entire library of shemale and sissy smut at Amazon!
P.S. I don’t know who is copy-pasting my work around here or why they are doing it, but I wish they’d stop. If they have a problem with what I write, surely there must be a more constructive way of engaging in a dialogue.
So, you’re the original author. It seems like everyone is wishing the other spammer stop doing it now.
Someone seems to have a bit of an obsession with you. It’s understandable really and cute in a twisted kind of way
SWEET HOME ALABAMA
No it’s ok, she’s adopted
hung right there. I so badly wanted her to start beating me off, but—
“Helen!” I croaked. I pulled back and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me
hung right there. I so badly wanted her to start beating me off, but—
“Helen!” I croaked. I pulled back and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me
whats the point of copying this?
If you have something to say to me just say it. Preferably not as “Anonymous.”
It’s too bad Shad doesn’t show IP addresses next to the names.
are you dumbfuck educator, you seem like them with all your IP address shit, if someone wants to stay anonymous, they can be anonymous
Like incest? read T-GIRL TALES #2 – ALL IN THE FAMILy
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I woke up in my bed. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I finally sensed the small, gentle grasp around my dick. My eyes flew open and there was Helen, naked save for see-thru thong panties. Her hand grasped my hard cock through my boxers. Her pert tits hung right there. I so badly wanted her to start beating me off, but—
“Helen!” I croaked. I pulled back and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me cry out with an explosive pleasure like I’d never imagined. My balls swelled up, aching with intense lust beyond my wildest dreams.
Please, please shut the fuck up.
outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me
hung right there. I so badly wanted her to start beating me off, but—
“Helen!” I croaked. I pulled back and sat up against the headboard, one hand covering my boner clearly outlined under the thin fabric. “What are you doing?”
“Welcoming you home, big brother,” she chirped. She thrust her naked breasts and erect nipples at me. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Yeah, sure… just not this much of you!” I decided not to bring up what her hand action. I held her eyes, trying not to look away but also not look at her tits. “Don’t you have a boyfriend by now?”
She snorted. “Pull-lease. The boys around here are a bunch of little boring straight boys. And none of them have the androgynous good looks of my big brother.”
Here it comes—as predictable as summer heat in the desert…
“You’d look so pretty as a girl, Miles. You should let me make you up and dress you up some day.”
“You’re still into all that sissy and shemale stuff? Still?”
“Are you kidding. Now I’m even more into it. Ever since I turned 18 I can buy transsexual porn. I have quite the collection now.” She winked with as much naughtiness I’d ever seen from a girl. “Want to watch some with me? Maybe it will get you in the mood to let me dress you up.”
“Porn, now? So what are you going to marry a shemale now or something?” I sneered. Deep down I was stunned. Her quirky little fantasy seemed to be turning into a full orientation. Then there was this whole kind-of incest thing she was trying.
“I rule out nothing,” she said with a throaty chuckle and wink of a woman ten years older. My little sister was no longer little.
* * *
Three hours later I sat in the family driveway, near tears. I had smashed in the right front fender of the BMW. I’d driven home from a party, more than a little drunk, but not so loaded I didn’t know what big trouble I was in with my stepdad. It was only dumb luck that I didn’t get arrested. Still, I knew he would make me pay for every penny of fixing this.
Helen came out onto the front porch wearing only a skimpy bra and thong panties. She looked in surprise at the car and then at me as I got out. “Damn, Miles! How did you do that? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m okay, I said”
As worried as I was it felt good to hear my sister concerned about me. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her awesomely sexy body. In my stoned state it was hard to keep in mind this sexpot was my stepsister and not some hot girl I was free to fuck.
“Come inside before any neighbors see you and call the cops,” she said. “You don’t want a field sobriety test right now, do you?”
I was so tipsy and upset I sat down on the sofa with my mostly naked sister without a second thought. All I could think of was how many thousands of dollars this would cost me. If it had been Helen, our dad would have been angry but he wouldn’t make her pay. But since I was his stepson…
But if I can get her to say she’d done it…
“Miles, what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Helen… I have a real big favor to ask of you.”
Her eyes widened and mouth opened in outrage. “No—way!”
“Please, Helen!” My eyes begged. “You know he’ll make me pay for the whole thing. Thousands of dollars!”
“And that is my problem… why?”
I felt my stomach tie in knots. Part of me had just assumed she’d cover for me like I had covered for her before, but deep down I knew it was much bigger. The helpless look I gave her made her soften a little.
“Look, Miles,” she said, “I’d really like to help you but I can’t even imagine what he’d do. Ground me all summer long. Take my allowance away forever… I can’t.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Her expression changed instantly. A slow smile spread across her large, kissable lips. “What do you mean by ‘anything,’ Miles?”
I blushed deeply. “You know how you’re always saying I’m a pretty guy and how you’d like to dress me up like a girl and stuff?”
She grinned like the victor in a longtime contest. “Really? You’d really let me turn you into a girl? The makeup, the hair, the clothes… all of that?”
I looked down, unable to meet her triumphant eyes. I nodded. I was totally embarrassed… but why was my cock tingling?
“You have to say it,” she said, her voice suddenly as sharp as a dominatrix. “Look me in the eyes and say, ‘yes, I’ll let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
As I looked into my beautiful stepsister’s blue eyes, the tingling in my cock turned into an ache. I was getting a boner! “Yes, I will let you dress me up as a girl, little sister. Fully.”
She looked back at me with mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. It still doesn’t seem like a very good deal—a couple of months of Dad’s punishment, just to dress you up—once…” She shook her head. “No it doesn’t seem worth it at all.”
That was when I realized she was going for something big. I realized one other thing—I was totally helpless. “What would be worth it?” I sighed.
“Let’s see… Mom and Dad said they were staying on their trip an extra day, so… Tuesday morning. That would be worth it.”
My cock ached even more as the shock hit me. “Three whole days? As a girl? Please… you have to be kidding!”
“That’s not all,” she replied. “You have to do everything I want you to.”
My cock reached maximum hardness; I knew what she really meant by that. “Helen. Please. No. You know that’s wrong.”
“So is me lying to our parents to get you out of trouble.” She stood, naked save for her skimpy bra and G-string panties. “Quit being such an idiot. If your mom hadn’t married my dad it wouldn’t be any kind of incest at all.” Her eyes bored into mine. “I know you’ve had the hots for me for years, haven’t you?”
Between the booze still making me a little woozy and the sight of my sister’s body making me horny, I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Yes, Helen.”
She gave me a loving, licentious smile. “Say, ‘yes, little sister.’”
“Yes, little sister.”
She slipped off her bra and panties and stood over me as I sat there, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re turned on right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, little sister.”
“Take off your clothes and show me.”
I practically tore them off. I stood there, inches from her, my dick so hard it was pointing straight up. She stepped in, trapping my boner between our bodies, and pulled our lips together. My little sister’s tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that guys do. I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss. “Promise you’ll do everything I say until Tuesday morning.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything. Anything you say, little sister!”
“We have a deal.” With that she dropped to her knees.
Helen took my cock and guided it past her lips. The sensation of my dick in my sister’s hot mouth made me
+1
Pls make the brother knocks up her sister and later they have pregnant sex and when mother found out everything she wanna have another baby from her son so they have a threesome of pregnant sex and the cycle repeats every time they both gets pregnant and give birth over and over again.
The fuck my dude
Didn’t you see his nick?
Get yo tame ass off this site
Who???
Well at least he didn’t do that but it was kind of cool what you say i dunno I’m, just ignore me alright??
More of the mom, please.
Do a one-off of the brother gaming and the sis walks in and asks him how long he’s been sitting playing the game. She makes him stand up, then she rimjobs his sweaty asshole. And the guy treats it like it’s normal, saying “thanks for cleaning up down there”. Also acceptable in reverse, but obviously this simp is the bottom in this relationship.
Please continue posting the high resolution pictures
I’m still kinda surprised there isn’t anything JoJo’s here yet.
Yay me too
He Quit on Drawing Smolis
No no. I don’t mean the little girl, I meant JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures.
Oh Okay
I love this set shadman, I’m glad your finally doing something straight. Your female fan base appreciates it 😘<3
11/10 chance there’s no penetration next page and this dude gets cucked in a typical shad brainlet maneuver. Now hit me with the fifty comments of dickriding fanboys bawwwing that you won’t continue that star and raven dyke shit or more incestibles shit – –
11/10 chance there’s no penetration next page and this dude gets cucked in a typical shad brainlet maneuver. Now hit me with the fifty comments of dickriding fanboys bawwwing that you won’t continue that star and raven dyke shit or more incestibles shit
Running out of eggs and not having enough time to make breakfast aren’t correlated
It’s plot development, you nincompoop. If not for the lack of eggs, or any other suitable breakfast foods, shad couldn’t have wormed the “Breakfast Buns”suggestion on, thereby robbing us of the “bun in the oven” pun. What are you, a full on mongoloid?
OH YEAH YOU BLACK HAIRED BITCH! LEAK YOUR PERIOD BLOOD ALL OVER MY FACE! YEAH BABY YEAH? FART ALL OVER MY SEXY NOSE! OH GOD BABY YOU MAKE ME PRE-CUM SO FUCKING MUCH! MMMMM YOUR SHIT TASTE SO LOVELY, I WANNA FUCK YOU UNTIL MY BALLS EXPLODE FROM PURE FUCKING PLEASURE! OH GOD YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING THICC! MMMMM POOP IN MY MOUTH AND PISS ALL OVER MY EYES! GROW A FUTA COCK AND CUM IN A BOWL FOR ME, I WANNA EXAMINE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FUTA SPERM CELLS! OH GOD I WANT THEM SPERM CELLS TO JERK ME OFF!!! NGH! I CUMMED ALL OVER MY PHONE SCREEN TYPING THIS SEXY MESSAGE! I JUST SHOVED MY CUM UP MY ASS AND FARTED IT ALL OUT! I LOVE YOU SHADMAN, POST MORE SEXY BITCHES LIKE THIS!
I don’t know what you want, but what you need is Jesus
or heavy psych meds
Wth boi? Lmao.
You alright mate?
this is great, this is the shad i love :D
Sickkk
Trap on kik: @6S6T6. Message me if you are brave enough. Who knows what you will receive
oh hell ye im gonna bite that trap cock and rip it off then cook it
Wut