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Streams of lather falling down his skin, as the words of his mother permeated through his already level headed mind. Babies. The audacity of the middle aged woman. He didn’t want kids. Never liked them, never sure he would in the coming future. They deserved a much better fate than being born into this fucked up family of his. Then she had the nerve to talk about them having sex—Sex, with his brother’s wife, his sister-in-law. It felt so incestuous in a way that it made his skin crawl. He was thinking about it, too much of his liking. Victoria Moretti looked like she was a boring lass in bed, with no vice for passion like he was used to. He couldn’t help but grunt at the thought of him press

This book contains themes of incest and is intended for mature readers only. It is not suitable for all audiences. ⚠️ If you feel uncomfortable with such content or believe it may be triggering for you, please consider skipping these sections or moving on to later chapters. ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. Lara. I wanted to fuck my father. Yes, my real daddy. Wasn’t that sick and twisted? Wasn’t that wrong? But why did it make my pussy throb?

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“Come on your father’s cock.” My orgasm crashed over me violently, my pussy clenching around him as I moaned his name. “Father! I am coming… oh God, Father!” He followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning as he filled me with his hot release. We collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, his arms wrapped around me possessively. “This is just the beginning, Evelyn,” he whispered against my hair. “You belong to this family now in every way.” I closed my eyes, completely overwhelmed, knowing there was no turning back from the dangerous sex that had consumed us all.

The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams. “Tell your husband how much better we are,” one demanded, pulling my hair so my mouth was off his cock for a second. “I… I’m sorry Brutus… their cocks are so much bigger… they’re ruining me… I can’t stop cumming…” I sobbed, voice hoarse. They laughed and slammed back into my every hole. The degradation became nastier. They made me describe how much I loved being a cheating cumdump. They compared Brutus’s “tiny useless dick” to their massive tools. They made me beg for their cum while my husband cried.

“How long have you been sneaking around, sleeping with your own stepbrother behind your parents’ backs? Does your mom even know?” The flashes intensified, blinding me. I blinked hard, tears already pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t speak. My throat had sealed shut, every filthy memory we’d shared flashing through my mind in vivid, shameful color—Damien’s hands pinning me to the kitchen counter, his growled “little sister” as he filled me, the way I’d begged for more in every room of this house. Now it was all spilling out into the open air, ugly and exposed. “You disgusting slut!” a woman’s voice shouted from the back of the pack, sharp enough to cut thro

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

“Yes—right there—eat my pussy, Em—” I slid two fingers into her tight heat. She was velvet and fire around me. I pumped them fast, curling, while my tongue worked her clit. Her hips rocked against my face. Upstairs, someone started singing “Jingle Bells” way too early—drunk and off-key. The absurdity made it hotter. My cousin’s cunt was on my tongue while our entire family laughed and ate pie overhead. Sophia’s legs started shaking. “I’m close—don’t stop—fuck, I’m cumming—”