Introduction
Tucked away in the seedy corners of the Dark Web lies a site called Taboo Confessions. On this site, people come to tell of their past encounters with members of their family, to confess to their incestuous sins.
Or is it to brag? To have an audience to tell their dirty secret to? To come to a place where rather than being vilified and condemned for their actions, they receive encouraging comments from people who see nothing wrong with what they did.
Truth is, it's a mixture of both. People who feel badly over what they've done are posting for catharsis, a confession made to the faceless masses to unburden themselves of long repressed guilt.
For others, the confession has a different tone. Perhaps their story is a fun, sexy, albeit forbidden, memory, or could even be something they are still enjoying to this day. But who could they tell their story to without being demonized for their betrayal of societal rules?
Thus, Taboo Confessions is a mixed bag of sinful, yet sweet and loving encounters, as well as those that are truly shameful acts that the perpetrator deeply regrets. It's not a site for those who find any tale of incest disturbing, but for those who have either experienced it, or wish to; using these tales to live vicariously through others.
To be titillated by that which we know is wrong and gain a form of comfort in knowing they are not alone in their craving for the ultimate in forbidden fruit. Even within that group there are those here for different reasons.
The ones who smile at the fun adventurous romps between siblings, the tales of forbidden love and desire for a parent and their adult children. But also, those who's cravings are a bit darker, who are aroused by tales of blackmail or taking advantage of the object of their overwhelming lust.
Regardless of your motivations and reasons, or whether you have come to confess or voyeuristically enjoy the confessions, or even if you're here through morbid curiosity, you are here. Now do what you came here to do.
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What Mommy and Daddy do
Chapter One
To all who read this, my name is Royce. I am seventy three years old and have visited this site many times since I discovered it two years ago. I have been intrigued by many of the tales here, but never felt the need to share my own.
That is until today which marks the golden anniversary of the event that forever changed my life. I hope for any who are, or have been, in this situation it rekindles your own fond memories of that magical time when you first experienced the pleasure of knowing that what most people deem wrong, can feel so unequivocally right.
It was the summer of 1968 and for myself and my twin sister Rose, a truly miserable one, making it pretty much like all the ones before it. Our father was a minister, a fire and brimstone, everyone's going to burn in hell for the sin of just about everything unless you spent 24/7 on your knees praying and repenting.
Because of our parents' view that most of what the world offered was sin, we were homeschooled by our mother while our father spent his time on the church. It wasn't a big congregation and the tithes he received were barely enough to keep the church afloat and support his family. Mom helped by giving piano lessons and tutoring some of the neighborhood kids. We didn't have much, but we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, and decent clothes.
Not that we needed many seeing we didn't go out much. Rose and I were the definition of sheltered and to the point it would be seen today as unhealthy even in today's Pentecostal Church, but back then not so uncommon for the God fearing bible thumping evangelical.
Every year since I could remember, my father would leave the church in the hands of the assistant pastor, so he could teach and preach at a six week summer camp slash revival down south.
The event was sponsored by the home office and not only paid well, but my sister and I were able to attend camp for free. I know, exciting, right? What boy or girl would choose a summer of hanging out with kids our age and having fun over a chance for more religious education?
I know, you're thinking it was still camp, there had to be some fun to be had. I suppose there was, but it was in between Morning Prayer, an early afternoon bible study, and of course the nightly service.
Yes, there were kids our age there, but raised in the same one notch above the Amish way we were, so it was as if we were just talking to our own reflections. Or, perhaps not, as both of us had grown weary of this archaic puritan lifestyle. Maybe some of the other kids were as well, but afraid to say it.
Making this summer worse than the ones prior is that at eighteen we were now part of the adult prayer and bible study and no longer allowed in many of the activities for the younger kids.
Goes without saying that when we helped our parents pack the old Country Squire wagon with our bags and suitcases, it was with less enthusiasm than ever. Now that I've gotten some of the mundane details out of the way, let me turn the topic in the direction of what you came here for.
As you can imagine the topic of sex was verboten. Other than each of us being told-I by my father, and Rose by our mother, that sex was only to be had once we were married in the eyes of god, nothing was discussed.
No details, no birds, and the bee's stories of how it happens, and not even a talk about being 'safe' if we did have sex because it was unfathomable to our parents that either of us would be curious about the sins of the flesh.
Not that it should have been that way on their part. I asked my father several times about it, and his answer was that once I met a good god fearing young lady and fell in love and married for all the right reasons, I could spend the rest of my life enjoying the "fruits of marriage'.
There was nothing to be discovered about it outside our home either. We didn't go to school to interact with those awful 'worldly' kids who did know about it. The kids we interacted with at church were as in the dark as we were, and same went for the camp crowd.
I know this is hard to believe to any younger people reading this post, but keep in mind there was no internet back then. No porn hub, Only Fans or 24/7 access to adult material. There weren't even VHS tapes yet, and unless you were old enough to go an adult theater, little access to any type of film.
Heck, back then the only porn most kids could get their hands on was if your old man had some Playboys or other skin rags lying around, which of course ours didn't. Eighteen and I'd never seen a woman naked, or even a picture of one.
But the last few months that had gone by I found myself thinking about it more and more. No amount of isolation from the 'world' can stop raging hormones and a very natural curiosity about the opposite sex, and sex itself.
I'd been waking up with erections for some time, and recall having dreams of random girls I knew from church or around the camp lifting their long dresses or unbuttoning their blouses.
Even having little to no reference point for what a woman would look like didn't stop my mind from trying. If you're a man reading this, you know how frustrating it is to be aroused and helpless to get any relief but imagine my situation where there wasn't even a chance to find that relief.
Yes, you guess it, masturbation was a sin, and this, of all things, my father touched on (pardon the pun). He mentioned how the devil tempts us through desires of the flesh and instills them in us as temptations and we must resist and never succumb because in his mind, touching one's self was in itself a form of premarital sex.
Yeah, and just think, some kids today think their parents are strict LOL.
