"You were expecting Freud?" Paige raised an eyebrow. Her friend Emily had said Dylan was more than just eye candy, but this wasn't a promising indication. "More like Jung, but yeah," Dylan said, his green-flecked gaze not wavering from hers. "Don't get me wrong. I am enjoying Psych as a class, but I was expecting a lot less neuroscience and a lot more dream...
Once again, the story I am about to tell is not mine. It was told to me by the victim. I merely set pen to paper and added structure and punctuation to words that were torn from his soul. I am the omnipotent narrator, not the judge of morality. The victim swears the story is true. I will leave that to the reader to decide. All names and places have been chan...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was always extremely proud of my mom, she was a smart, beautiful, successful business woman. She had an air of elegance and confidence. She was always busy but she would take me to soccer practice on time, and manage to go to yoga class and make lunch in the meanwhile. She took...
Writer shows how to entice readers to read her stories by using mother and son incest. There are more than fifty-five thousand writers who contribute stories to Literotica. With all of the stories, tens of thousands of them that appear each year and nearly three hundred thousand stories that appear in Literotica's archives, how do I entice readers to read m...
Austere American nationalism dominated the cramped office space. Red, white, and blue flags hung on the walls, Golden Eagles looked on, posted upon tall poles. There were framed pictures of Royal columns packed with U. S. Soldiers in grimacing formation... The state-sponsored iron and control was endless. The agitated woman sitting behind her desk in that o...
Marie was a mature woman with short, well layered blue silver hair and a slightly plump, but still desirable body that was generally covered by proper attire, consisting of sensible tops and knee length skirts. She was a junior high school librarian, a widow who had been married to her college sweetheart for twenty some years until he had perished in a vehic...
(Special thanks to Navajazz, Oedipus Rex, Jellykat & Gwenevere_Cacey who encouraged me and edited both Chapters I & II of this series.) * I was still in a bit of a daze as I followed Diana out of Becky The Brown's office and through the University halls to visit Gladys The Grey. "So what exactly is it that you all do here?" I asked the elusive Diana. "You...
Luke sprinted across the floor of the kitchen, laughing aloud as he listened to his giant sister shout after him. "I can't believe you did that you little bastard!" Margaret cried, hopping up and down on one foot. "That tack could have really hurt my foot!" A small blot of blood was visible on the right sole of her white knee-high socks, in the approximat...
Jack Be Nimble: 1997-Main Course "The Heart's Filthy Lesson, with her hundred miles to Hell." -David Bowie Hello Gentle Readers, My, my, my, over a thousand views of my little recounting. I'm flattered. Granted it's not as oft-read as say "A. My name is Alice" (to say nothing of the votes). I find it deeply amusing to see Freud's Oedipus theory personifie...
I was now totally spooked by what I was finding out about Grace, also myself, in particular the version of myself from the past, the me that was on the run. I was getting a bad bad feeling that my involvement with the living girl was not a good one, and there were the increasingly scary things that the reincarnated girl was doing to me. Clearly we were linke...