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My Family
Who doesn't have an Uncle Bubba, with the beer belly and obnoxious belching, or the Aunt Petunia with the bright red lipstick and too-tight pants? We all have at least one person in the family tree we'd all wish would be plucked.

This category is for all those stories about loud aunts, drunk brothers, slutty sisters, and flatulent uncles. If your relatives would make a good comedy routine, then we want to hear about them.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 40

    I have this fantasy and it runs through my mind a lot.

    I wish my mother would of m****ted me at a young age. I remember being about 7 and she would change her clothes right in front of me and I would get so excited. Would watch her and rub my dick. She saw me and told me to go into another room. Other times I would stare at her big tits and she would pull up her low cut shirt or turn the other way. I wish my mother would of let me suck on her titties and fuck her pussy. I think all mother should be a sex toy for their boys, teach them all about sex.
    I still dream about cumming on my mothers tits and face. I wish I could fuck my mother.

    #39966 — Comments (0) — Apr 14, 2018 at 4:40 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 23

    I am an immigrant, first generation. My family has other members who immigrated earlier. I went to college here. I was presented to a man last weekend. My uncle who is responsible for me here told me that he expected me to get married. I don't know this man. I have never met him or know anything about him. He doesn't know me. The wedding date is already set, for June. The man I am supposed to marry is living in San Juan Puerto Rico working with the relief effort. He is an engineer. I won't see him again until the week I get married.

    My mother was married the same way. So have all my aunts. My family is very large and has lots of contacts and they use the girls to marry into families that make good business alliances. The man I am going to marry comes from a family with a large manufacturing business and my family wants to have a joint venture with them, to represent them here and be the exclusive agent for selling in America. This is one of those opportunities that cannot be missed. I am the sacrificial lamb. My husband to be is going to manage that business.

    None of this is new to me, I have always known from very young that you get married to the man that is chosen for you. We can have friends, but any romantic feelings are killed. I was never allowed to fall in love. I have lived in America since I was 17. My uncle is responsible for marrying me.

    I will not go into the marriage as pure. I don't know if that is expected any more, but that is how they talk. He gets a good girl from a good family who is untouched. I get a man from a good family who is a good earner and can support a family. I am pretty sure that if I tell that I have been to bed with a couple of men I will be sent away. A friend of mine from college, who was married last year to a dentist from Maryland, told me not to say anything. What they don't know doesn't matter. If I talk I will be sent away.

    I was sat down by my mother and my grandmother after the man left. I was told to search up, down, and all around, and find a single case of a family woman that is divorced or abandoned by their husband. There are none that I could identify. I am supposed to be comforted by this.

    It doesn't matter, the wedding is set for June. This gives me time to prepare and know more about his family. My uncle and my future father in law were junior officers in the army together when they were young. Now they have the chance to sew the two families together.

    I look at my fourteen year old sister, I told her I am happy. We both know that I lied.

    #39954 — Comments (0) — Apr 12, 2018 at 8:34 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This. ( * )
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 54

    It has been over thirty years. I was 22 and I was seeing him, intimately. I never got over him. I am still not over him. I followed him and lived where he lives. Very early on he took me home to his wife, they were just married. At that time he had us both on the line. I slept with them in their apartment for over a year and then moved out on my own. I went back after six months. I thought I would move on with my life. I never did.

    I told her about us from the very beginning. She told me he should never have done it, been with me and getting married. And I felt he shouldn't have gotten married to her, as he was with me. We are pretty plain vanilla, except that we share ourselves together. That is our kink, we make love together.

    By the time I was 32 I had given up on ever being able to have my own life and I went ahead and had my son. She has a daughter older than my son, and a son a year younger than my son. Her nickname for him is 'Ham' and it stuck, he was the ham in the sandwich.

    From the time I moved in with them she has always let me sleep with them, we never slept apart. The bed is split in three. His place, my place and her place. Like my son, I am the ham in the sandwich, I sleep between them. After 30 years sleeping together you don't know how to sleep alone. From apartment to house to second house, to vacation cottage, we never had separate bedrooms, we share a king size bed. We travel like that as well. The kids always had their own room and we had a room. When visiting relatives we stayed in a hotel. Not everyone was accepting of us early on. Today none of our relatives care, we are never further away than being an in law.

    In all these years we have never discussed living arrangements. Housework is done based on who has the time and inclination, including him. I have had periods of staying home, she has had periods of staying home, we both work now that the kids are out of college. There is nothing that is hers or that is mine. A few things are his, like his Harley, but everything else is just ours. It is our home, our life. From the earliest days we have one bank account for the three of us. All the money goes in there, and managing it has always been her and my joint responsibility. He doesn't get involved.

    On most things she and I are very codependent. If we are not together, we are in contact several times a day. We work close together so we drive in together and drive home together. Being apart is not for us. There are very few things we don't do together.

    It is not life in the fast lane. The first day I met her I was scared of meeting her. But when we first met, she hugged me. She showed me the apartment, she showed me our room, and she asked me if I wanted to sleep on the edge or in the middle. He had told her I was coming to live with them. When I moved out things were hard between us, she felt she had been rejected. Moving back was the only thing for me to do. That was my home. We were young, only 23, and a plural life wasn't what any of us knew anything about. We never had a name for it. We just melted together.

    #39948 — Comments (1) — Apr 11, 2018 at 11:03 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This. ( * )
  • — My Family —
    Straight Male / 32

    This goes back to my 17th birthday and Mom buying me a new computer and got me on line with it. Other than the ones I used at school, I never had my own. Since I knew she would discover it anyway, I told mom that I would browse some porn with it. She said not to let it take too much of my time. Months went by and I was busy actually researching an assignment on line when Mom called me down for dinner. Thinking back, I can's recall how the devil it happened but I found myself on a pornsite watching a threesome and pulled my joint out to join the cast.

    I heard mom call my name and the door opened. She said, "Oh sorry, sorry" hurry and come down and join us. After dinner in the kitchen Mom used tact and a euphemism but managed to get out the fact that she thought I was "hung" and did not know where it came from since dad, long gone, was nothing like that. I told her, stupidly, now that I recall, "It gets like that when I'm really heated up, Mom."

    What I did not expect at all, Mom told aunt Helen about it and for the months of summer at the beach and her pool, across town, she began to flash me. At first it was subtle and I failed to get the message, still being just a kid. Them, she tired of the game and seriously flashed me, leaving doors open, dropping things and bending over in front of me. Eventually, I had seen her entire body nude. She was hot. It was her way of inviting me for sex (it would have been my first). She was some years younger than Mom and with a tiny wasp waist that fleshed out into a fabulous set of hips and rear.

    After a while I knew I did not have the balls to try anything. I did begin to flash her back by walking
    past her with a full erection tucked in my shorts, once, part of my tool hanging out. I heard her mumble stuff. I began to realize that she did not want to start the sex affair but wanted me to do it. We never did anything
    but I imagine she masturbated to thoughts of me as much as I did to her.

    In time, the heat in both of us chicken shits cooled off and we matured. But I have no regrets.



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  • — My Family —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 30

    I was pretty humiliated when my wife force feminized me in front of our kids but it was nothing compared to the humiliation and shame I felt when her black boyfriend forced me to suck his cock in front of the kids

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  • — My Family —
    Straight Male / 34

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    My cousin once asked me to try and sell her broken phone for parts. It was in bad shape, so I guess she assumed all her information was gone.

    There was an SD card in it. I wasnt trying to snoop, but I wasnt really stopping myself either. So I put it in my laptop, went strait for the camera folder amd was completely stunned. There were tons of pictures and videos of her doing really large insertions. Not really my thing, but it was hot anyway.

    Shes so skinny, but I watched a video of her sticking a 20oz pop bottle in her pussy.

    This was around 4 years ago and I still masturbate to those pictures.

    #39908 — Comments (0) — Apr 6, 2018 at 12:22 PM — That's Juicy! (18) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 42

    Around three hours ago, my son in law dropped off my grandson. He was sound asleep when he placed him on the couch. Winking at me my son in law asked me if I wanted paying right away.
    Within minutes I was naked on my bed with his gorgeous cock buried deep inside my pussy, then my asshole. He came inside my ass, but not before he'd made me orgasm twice. Slapping my ass dripping out his cum, he told me he'd pick up his and my daughters son later.
    My daughter has just rang to say she'll be picking up my grandson a little earlier. I'm not going to tell her husband, so he'll call by. Seconds sounds really nice.

    #39905 — Comments (0) — Apr 6, 2018 at 9:21 AM — That's Juicy! (18) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 20

    Close to the end of last month, I got home from a night out partying with my girlfriends. I was little drunk I must admit, and crashed out semi naked on my bed. It was still dark when I was awoken by the feeling of having my pussy and clit licked and sucked. Half asleep I let the sensation carry on, until I realized it was for real. Only it was too late to stop the growing orgasm that had built up inside of me. I came so hard and reached down to feel what I knew to be my younger brothers shaggy hair. He didn't say a single thing as he rose up, grinned at me and left me lying there with my panties moved to one side.
    The next morning he did say hello and good morning, something he never did before. He also came right up to me and whispered "Your pussy tasted so good. I bet you enjoyed your orgasm. I know I did when I beat one off in my room". Walking away he turned to add "Any time you want pleasuring, let me know".
    I've kind of kept out of his way since. But won't be able to next weekend as i'm supposed to be looking after him as our parents are going away from Friday to Sunday afternoon. My little brother (His cock isn't though) has already flashed me his enormous cock, and told me it's all mine if I want it.
    I know we shouldn't be having sex, but there is no way I'm going to be able to resist such a large thick cock. Especially knowing just how good he is at giving me cunnilingus.

    #39898 — Comments (6) — Apr 5, 2018 at 1:31 PM — That's Juicy! (20) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Male / 29

    I left home at 18, worked in menial jobs in various cities, and then moved back in with Mom and Dad after a 10-year absence. My plan is to enroll in college and finally get an education. My fiancée plans to move in with me later this year if she can find employment here.

    I noticed immediately that Mom who is 53 looks so different from when I saw her last about 4 years ago. She has put on a lot of weight, has a full middle-age spread, is really busty and seems to drink a lot now. But one thing hasn't changed. When she drinks, she gets playful. Even when I was a naïve 18-year-old, we did things that were pretty taboo. She has masturbated my penis to the point of ejaculation, and I have sucked her breasts, but there was no intercourse. I can only imagine what Dad would say if he found out what Mom and I had been up to.

    Fast forward 10 years and Mom and I are our cottage in the country watching a video. We are alone because Dad is stuck in the city on business and Beth, my fiancée, is in another city. We are drinking, time passes and I am getting horny for Beth. I want to fuck Beth really badly. It has been a long time. Mom is sitting next to me enjoying the movie unaware of my desperation. Gradually, I make it known to her that I am horny and that "I want it". She is surprised perhaps because we haven't done anything sexually for a very long time. Finally, she sees me unzip the fly on my pants and pull out me penis. Now she knows I want sex. We shut the video off, go into the bedroom, close the door (I don't know why) and undress. Minutes later, Mom is on her back with her legs spread wide apart and I am on top of her humping her like there is no tomorrow. No need for a condom with Mom! It feels so good that I lose track of time. All I hear is the creaking of the old bed and Mom making, "Oh, oh, oh,..." sounds. My thoughts strangely turn to Dad as I keep up the steady rhythm. I am fucking his wife and he will never know. My thoughts turn to Mom who, drunk or not, must know that it is her son who is fucking her so hard. But then something unexpected happens. Mom motions me to stop and whispers something like, "Finish from behind, Henry!" Henry is my Dad's name. I am confused but nevertheless change position and enter her from behind. It feels good, really good with her big bum. My penis goes in so deep. Moments later, I finish and finish hard, inseminating Mom the way I do my fiancée. Exhausted, I just lay there as my penis pops out along with semen, while Mom slowly falls asleep. I get up, have a coffee and a smoke and replay the events that have transpired before retiring to bed myself. I think to myself that it took a long time to "go all the way" with Mom but I finally did it. So, so nice!

    The above events happened a couple weeks ago and I thought some readers might enjoy seeing how one mother and her son interact in nontraditional ways.

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  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 31

    I am a Jewish, 31 year old female lawyer. Being Jewish is important to me. However, out of some sort of lost focus, I married a gentile. We have three daughters, the oldest is nine. I want my daughters to be Jewish, thru and thru. We took them to Israel, a bit young for that, but I want them to know that I took them to see where the Jewish State is. If our funds permit, I will take them back over and over again.

    Although, out of respect for his family, my children have been to 'church', it is the Temple that is where they find their allegiance to God.

    Why is this important? This week is Easter, for the Christians an important date. My daughters, and me, we went along with my husband and his family to 'church'. I know my husband's family does not believe that the Jews killed Christ. They don't, it was the Romans and the Romans did not believe in God, they were pagans. But sitting in 'church', with my little ones, all dressed in Easter dresses just doesn't seem right. We are Jewish women, not gentiles.

    I will say I can never turn my back on my husband. First and foremost, he is the HEAD of my house and the FATHER of my daughters, and he is in God's commandments the MAN on earth to whom we must give our allegiance. My daughters, as with myself, we follow that commandment. He is HUSBAND and FATHER. He is the HEAD of our HOUSE. Jewish women do not disobey this commandment. EVER.

    I am accused of being passive. Whatever that means. I am a lawyer, I am not passive. Do not mistake our allegiance to our husband or father as being passive. We know the difference. We are not passive, we are respectful and obedient, there is a huge difference.

    I am proud that I am Jewish, and that my daughters are Jewish. It is our RACE, our belief, our destiny in life. To be Jewish, and as a Jewish woman to bear Jewish children. Bearing children is, without doubt, the single most important act a Jewish woman can do. I bore these children, first and foremost for my husband, as he is head of my house, and secondly I bore Jewish daughters, to grow up and be Jewish women.

    Every year, we have two conflicts, one is on Christmas and one is on Easter. My daughters and I are Jewish, we respect my husband's gentile beliefs, we attend 'church' with him out of respect for his religion and his family. He is the HUSBAND and FATHER and we are the WIFE and DAUGHTERS.

    I am teaching my daughters that on Easter we must pay homage to the Christians. My father taught me, the Christians fought for and saved the Jews. I know, my daughters know. We will not forget. I married a Christian MAN. I am his JEWISH wife. I am the mother of his JEWISH daughters, for it is our destiny, from mother to daughter, to keep the JEWISH race alive.

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