Dad Daughter Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

Technically her new step child was still a sophomore in high school as Karen's expression became amused, aroused, and almost angry at finding such graphic evidence of their taboo family secret writtenin her stepson's handwriting. Karen made a mental note to give her boy toy a stern lecture about being careful with their taboo secret from the rest of the world once she saw him again. The kinky stepmom was a voracious nympho and curious about her teenager's perception of her as she read her special boy's first story of their taboo deeds recorded in the journal.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Story 1: Daddy’s Little Secret The next morning the sun came through my window but I stayed in bed a little longer. My body felt different. Sweet and sore at the same time. Every time I moved I could feel the sticky mess Daddy left inside me. His cum had dried on my thighs during the night. I touched between my legs and smiled. It was still there. Warm and slippery. Downstairs I heard Mom in the kitchen talking on the phone. She had come home early from her night shift. My heart beat fast. I put on a loose t-shirt and short skirt with nothing underneath and went down.

Tabby protested. “Do your best; love you too, dear,” Blake said, entering the kitchen to get Elise’s juice. “So, what is the story?” Julie asked with squinted eyes at Tabby and Tabitha, who looked like they got caught in the cookie jar. “It’s not as bad as it seems,” Tabitha said, trying to calm the mood. “Oh, then do tell?” Julie asked. “Well, Tabby is your daughter and my twin.” Tabitha began explaining.

I stood there, stunned, while he turned toward her, his voice gone flat and cold. "I'd advise you not to waste your time on me," he said. "Whatever alliance my father is trying to arrange is not my concern, and it's certainly not yours to fix." The woman stared at him like she couldn't decide whether to be furious or humiliated. She chose both. She stood, grabbed her bag off the desk, and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame. I finally found my voice. "What was that?" Damon walked back to his desk and sat down like none of it had happened. "Was that jealousy, Tyler?"

“We raised her for God! And you...” Mirabel's dad jabbed a finger in my chest. “...you corA Holy War rupted her. You ruined everything!” Then my dad stood, his tone was colder than ice. “Kyle, the rumors are everywhere. People are saying the Gates heir is screwing nuns for sport. A fetish. Do you have any idea what that does to our name?” Mirabel’s mother’s voice rose, it was cold with hate. “You’ll never be accepted by us, Kyle. You’re filth!”

“I wish they had a sister. I’d definitely go down with her.” I give her a hard stare, and she tries to suppress her laughter, biting her lip. “Just open up, Zara,” she says, softer now. “Give them a chance. They’re already family, so deal with it.” “Liam’s not bad,” I admit, unpacking my bag. “He seems nice. But Kayden? I hate him already. He’s a psycho.” And he better not cross my path, I murmur.

Story 1: Title: A night with a stranger. Blurb: A night with my father inlaw. One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around the family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

“But I’ve been living with Tristan ever since.” I nod, absentmindedly running my tongue through the cracks of my teeth, picking out bread particles. Man, I don’t eat in front of strangers. Get out! Damon talks. And talks. And fucking talks. Spanish food. Russian men. His dad’s homophobic best friend, who turned out to be on the DL. A knife thrown in the kitchen. His mom’s plane crash. I count cracks in the ceiling. Forty-six. Forty-seven. “...and that’s why I love FIJIDALE, except for the crime rate.” An explosive laugh. He swats my shoulder.