1. The Love Shared (Part 2)


    Date: 9/3/2017, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Voyeurism, Author: Doc88102, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

    ****************As Always, Leave a Comment Below and Let Me Know What You Thought********************* Much to my annoyance Mom made me sleep in my own bed that night, she didn't want Dad stumbling up the stairs and walking in on us, which was understandable. My argument was how I was supposed to sleep with so much going through my head, my eyes had been opened to a whole new relationship with her, no longer was she just the source of love, comfort and shelter, but now she was everything to me. I wanted more, as greedy as that was, I wanted more. I wanted to share her bed, to share her life. Dad being around was the problem, the man who deserved nothing had everything I wanted. And he didn't care. I led in my bed staring up at the ceiling, a stream of thoughts running through my mind. I tried to focus on tomorrow, on getting that camera into Fayes bedroom and finding out what was going on. Maybe she was more like me than I thought, maybe she was engaged in a sexual relationship with a parent. Her father. If that was the case then I would know about it and put it out of my mind, but if it wasn't the case then maybe something a little darker was going on. And maybe I was being given the chance to stop it before it ever happened. Her father's lust for her was evident, but that could be where it ended. Or it could just be the beginning. I slowly drifted to sleep with the thoughts of becoming a detective, and then being the hero that Faye needed. But whenever I thought about ...
    Faye, and my previous obsession, Fayes face would slowly become my Mothers, and it seemed as though whatever thoughts I had about becoming Fayes hero, changed into me becoming my Mothers hero. Not Fayes. I woke up the next morning in a haze, something in my mind was telling me that what happened last night was nothing more than a dream, and for a brief moment I questioned whether it happened at all. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms I took my morning urination and cast a look towards the bath. The image of my Mother led amongst the bubbles flashed before my eyes bringing me my first smile of the day. I left the bathroom and slightly pushed on her bedroom door, Dad was curled up in the clothes he wore yesterday out for the count, I knew that he wouldn't be up for another couple of hours so my next port of call was Bobbie's bedroom. Her door was wide open and her bed was empty, on the floor scrunched up into a ball was her nightie. I left the room and headed downstairs, I could hear the TV on and from the sounds of it Bobbie was watching her Saturday morning cartoon shows. Or at least, whatever passed as cartoon shows nowadays. Even at fifteen I was old enough to note the downfall in Saturday morning television. I came to the doorway to the lounge and saw Bobbie laid out on the couch watching some badly drawn cartoon, a kid in a weird hat talking to a yeti. She turned her head and looked at me for a moment before flashing me a quick ...
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