An Incest Threesome Poem by Blonde Tabu
An incest threesome poem which was inspired by real events in my life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. There are magnificent things in this world and it’s wonderful when they can be share with people who appreciate them like I do. So remember, when adults express their love for each other, it doesn’t matter that it’s incest because it’s still beautiful.
I lie on my bed, naked and waiting, my heart pounding in anticipation as my son, Georgie (not real name), stands at the foot of the bed, gazing at me with desire. Beside him, Jessica (not real name), his fiancée, watches us intently, her eyes filled with understanding and longing. I know that she too shares a secret, one that will bring us all closer together in this taboo affair.
As Georgie undresses, I can’t help but admire his physique, so similar to his father’s but yet uniquely his own. My eyes travel down to his growing erection, and I feel my pussy quiver with anticipation. Jessica’s eyes follow mine, and I see her lick her lips as if she too wants to taste what Georgie has to offer.
My fingers find Georgie’s hard cock, stroking it gently as he moans in pleasure. It’s as if my body knows what it wants, even before my mind can catch up. As I touch him, I remember the first time I held him in my arms as a baby, and now here he is, a man, about to enter me in the most intimate way possible.
Jessica watches us, her hand drifting down to her panties as she begins to masturbate. I see her face contort in pleasure as she imagines it’s her own father touching her. Their relationship, just like ours, is forbidden but so incredibly intoxicating.
Guiding Georgie’s cock towards my wet entrance, our eyes meet, and we both know there’s no turning back. As he thrusts into me, I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I know that this is what I’ve always wanted. Our shared secret binds us together in ways I never thought possible.
As we fuck, Jessica’s moans grow louder, her fingers working furiously between her legs. She’s close to orgasm, just like me. I feel my son’s cock throb inside me as he comes, his semen spilling into my eager body.
Afterwards, we lie together, our bodies still joined, as Jessica leans over us. She kisses Georgie tenderly before turning to me. Our lips meet in a passionate embrace that speaks of our shared understanding and love for one another. Our love for one another is stronger than any societal taboo could ever be.
As we lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, I think about Jessica’s relationship with her father. I remember the look in her eyes when she told me about their secret affair, the mix of guilt and pleasure that is so familiar to me now. It’s that shared experience that brought us together. The secrets we share will bind us together for eternity, our love for one another a testament to the power of forbidden desire.
If I had one thing to do over, it would be coming onto my mother when I was in my 20s till her passing. There were so many times, if I had the wherewithall I hv now, all I had to do was make a subtle move, and I believe I would hv first gotten a negative response so as not to seem approving, but with minimal pressure, and touching, I belive it would hv happened. We could hv had years of enjoyable sex.
Anyone reading this, if you feel the opportunity, take it or you will regret it forever.
It really saddens me to read this.