All Chapters of Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Chapter 1021 - Chapter 1030

Her skin was warm, soft, pale, speckled with tiny freckles. He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her thigh. When he finally looked up, their eyes met.Matilda was staring at him, unblinking, a small smile curling at the corner of her lips.How long had she been looking? Did she see me peeking?Her fingers slid through his hair, and then she leaned in, brushing her lips over his lips. It was a little peck. Heat crawled up his spine. Goosebumps spread over Adam's skin."I know that you're at a special age, and things are really hard for you right now. I didn't forget about yesterday, and I still see, Adam, that you have these wrong feelings.""No, Mom... I...""Let me talk, please. You were grabbing my boobs and kissing me. What was that about otherwise, huh? No matter how awkward this is, we have to deal with it. I want you to remember that I'm your Mommy, and you're my little boy, Adam. Okay? Don't forget about that. You'll definitely find someone when we're safe. Someone who deserve

"You're right, Mom. You're right; I still have a crush on you. Akgghhhh. And there's nothing I can do about it. Ughh... I love you. I think I always loved you."It was electrifying, unbelievable. It was a melting, flowery feeling. The kiss, the wine, the feeling of intimacy with her, their shared warmth."We are not..." She took a step back, trying to get away from him, but he moved closer and closer, closing the distance until she slammed into the wall. "Animals.""You are so hot, Mom... Ughhhh....Yes." At that moment, he grabbed her breasts. He couldn't kiss her because he groaned. His thumbs rested on her hard purple nipples. He gently massaged one breast with one hand, the other with the other, feeling the softness and firmness of his mother's tits.I just can't believe touching mom's breasts gives me so much joy. It shouldn't be like that, right? Uhhh... Mom.It was just too good to think about the consequences. The wine kept whispering: Do more.He looked down at the freckles on

B.R.I.G.H.T.DAY 96"My husband's name is Abraham Linard. He died 96 days ago. I already gave you the address of our home, lady! If you won't let us out, at least take care of my deceased husband's remains!" Matilda gripped the chair she was sitting on."As I already told you, our Search Bureau is currently occupied and cannot assist you." A Bureau worker was sitting across from Matilda and Adam."I worked in your hospital for weeks. My son and I both have jobs, and still, you can't handle something this basic? Aren't you supposed to be useful? You're useless, do you hear me?! This whole organization is just nonsense.""Ma'am, please calm down.""I am calm!" Matilda snapped, grabbing her jacket and storming out. Adam followed behind.They stepped outside. A sign reading Search Bureau hung above the entrance. Savannah was wet, and filthy, with armed soldier patrols on every step. Military vehicles rumbled past as Matilda and Adam hurried 'home.'"Are we really not working hard enough?

"Into that. I mean, I'm afraid of having you with me on the same bed. I'm afraid of your naked body and... It was never like this before. And the things we talk about... We should be talking about the world, movies, normal things. I miss our birthday movie nights, the way we used to laugh together.""Me too.""But now we are talking about what? About you calling me fucking hot. Really?""Don't swear.""Sorry." She whispered and sounded so ashamed of herself. "I hate swearing.""I know.""I'm glad we've worked things out... But just so you know, I get what you're trying to do with all that flattery. Hot. Right. Your father was right, though. I'm an old woman. You can't possibly be into my body... My breasts. You've only ever seen them in bad lighting or through steam. That's probably why you thought they looked good. They are saggy, old. So, let's just..."Fuck you, Dad."No, your breasts are perfect, Mom. And I don't care what Dad said. If you really want to prove me wrong, maybe you

Without a word, he slid off his mother. She lay there on her back, arms thrown over her head. Her neck, lips, face, and collarbones were still burning from the heat of his kisses."That was your end goal. I see it now." Her massive tits were flushed with red. "You wanted me, didn't you? You knew exactly why you stepped into that shower. You crave all of me, this twisted, childish obsession, this ridiculous love. Crush. But why, Adam, why can't you just understand that I'm your mother? I can't give you what you're asking for, what you think you want. I'm the one who raised you, the woman who shaped you into who you are. I should be your safe place, not... this. I want to be a mother, a normal mother. I want to hold my grandchildren in my arms, spoil them like any grandmother would. I want to meet your future wife, and, huh, I want to hate her like every mother does, but you...""I want you to hold my children too, Mom..." Adam sounded ashamed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked d