Revealing incest fantasies

Well my brother and I used to experiment with eachother. We would wait until mum and dad went out and look at their porn movies and try everything we saw.
It's very handy =) For experiments like this, I had to wait for occasions when I was left alone with one of my mother's friends' daughters while our parents were having fun at the neighbors'. Because I don't have a sister.
 
Back when my first thoughts happened, there was no Internet, there were no magazines that I knew of that talked about this. I thought I was one of the only ones.
 
It's not something I would normally openly post about but this topic is kind of how I became so sexualised IMO. In my childhood I would often hear my parents as i'm sure many of us did. Even before I understood what was happening the sounds of it all were very pleasurable to my ears and intrigued me greatly. As I got older and became aware of what was happening, I still enoyed it but it was abstract - it was about the noises I was hearing from my very vocal mother rather than the subjects taking part in the sex.

When I was barely into my adult hood I discovered the stories on here and met a couple of woman online who wanted to cyber/phone sex about incest as a topic (Bro/Sis). This combined with what I had already experienced aurally started to make me fantasise about the topic of incest and I still do.

They are a couple of stories (one I have told in PM to someone on here recently) in my life about my experiences in my younger days and early adult years but I think that might break forum rules.
Will tread carefully, so as not to fall foul of any rules, but it feels like I was on a similar path. Mine was not an especially "exhibitionist" family, but the reality of being a family of 8 in a 3-bedroom house basically meant that privacy was almost non-existent. Certain things/sights were unavoidable, eventually becoming normal and unremarkable, and not at all arousing or titillating...

It was the noises. The noises that you might randomly hear at the kind of late hour that told you, it was something your parents were trying to hide. *This* is what added that illicit frisson, made you sit up and take notice, register it as something that you were not supposed to be hearing... which, of course, made it all the more intriguing and alluring. Even when at a point in your life that you didn't understand what you were hearing, you were still transfixed, and it was only once I reached a certain age and maturity that I was able to comprehend the possible "unspoken Oedipal" dimension to my intrigue. The confusion over what my father was doing to my mother, the urge to defend her from what sounded like it could have been harm, eventually giving way to an unidentifiable envy - a yearning to switch places with him, even without knowing why... Even now, I'm liable to have my parents pop into my head - even just briefly - whenever I hear or see anything sexual...

Then, of course, you reach an age in which you very much *do* understand what you're hearing (and what you, at various times, saw), and this understanding allows you to paint pictures in your mind. Pictures you know you shouldn't be painting, but that you can't help painting... And to follow up on the Oedipal reference from the previous paragraph, that same later-in-life understanding of why you were originally transfixed has you wondering if your parents' surge of sexual activity around the time you were reaching adulthood had anything, subconsciously, to do with you. I.e., was this apparently increased libido driven by the same Oedipal paradigm, just awakening within them, but reversed? Had you grown into someone your mother had noticed? Was your father subconsciously claiming his woman, and rubbing in your face the fact that he got to be intimate with her, while you weren't allowed to be?

[The annoying - and, in retrospect, rather embarrassing - part is, being in the aforementioned family of 8, with all those siblings crammed into shared bedrooms, I never dared "make use" of the audio show that was being put on across the hall, so many nights. As lustful as I was, I had the common sense to know that I absolutely could not let any of my siblings hear or see me in that state. I assume that the noises had to have woken them some nights, as well, but we never discussed it.]

Anyway, that's a long-winded way of saying, my own early experiences instilled in me an association of my parents with the act of sex, one of the many reasons why, I guess, I ended up developing a bit of a fixation on my mother. Nothing ever happened, and I go back-and-forth on whether/how much I regret that it didn't (it would have felt amazing, I'm sure, but I have no idea what psychological effect it would have had on me if it had happened), but - separating my imagined fantasies from the real-life people who gave me the kink - it remains the hottest erotic concept, to me.
 
A real mother and daughter that agrees to have threesome with me. Ideally escort mother with a 19-20 something amateur daughter. Got a contact to a fixer in DR from a friend . He is working on making it a reality.
 
Step son and step daughter are living at home again after graduating Uni. I fantasize that I tell her that if her BF cums without getting her off, let me know and I'll go down and finish her up. Next fantasy is that I tell him that if he doesn't score with the ladies and needs to get off, I'll go down on him until he cums. Win-win for everyone.
 
Just repeating a post I put on this thread a while back: if anyone would like to email off-site about taboo scenarios, I'd be happy to correspond.

I'm particularly interested in running ideas I've written up past other eyes to see whether we agree on what is hot. Please PM if interested.
 
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