Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

“Oh Charles..'' She exhaled and inhaled,her eyes wandered far from Lenas figure as she was looking at the nothingness of the dark sky with no stars,nor moon as the moon had hidden behind the clouds. Granny opened her mouth and began to narrate “ Mia told me millions of stories about heartbreaks and rejections,I ran to her whenever I had a relationship problem as she was the only one,I was sure to advise me right,unlike now we’re girls could ask their mothers back then I couldn’t she would skin me alive and call the church to cast the demon who had posed her child” she exhaled before continuing “ after a long while of knowing Mia I came visiting one night just to find her almost dead in a man

She said alcohol was prohibited for omega for a year before she told me that she would allow me to drink. I was surprised. She didn’t just allow me to drink. She sat down with me and we both drank. I remembered how delicious the peach drink was. I drank, and drank, and drank as scary Granny opened her heart to me. She told me that she thought… I snickered recalling what she had told me yesterday. ‘ I feared my grandson was impotent. ’ Just as she had uttered this, the alcohol had sprayed out of my mouth. I thought she would be angry at this unladylike move, but instead, she was laughing with me.

“ Attention boys!! “ Granny said with an authoritative voice which made me stop the massage that I was giving Emily and look up at her. Nathan dropped his phone that he was operating and looked at Granny expectantly too. Brad was caressing Ava’s cheek and discussing only what God knows with her.I shook my head at the duo, I didn’t know why they both liked behaving like high schoolers. Seems like they felt our piercing glare at them because they stopped talking and looked at us. Seeing that we were glaring at them they immediately plastered an apologetic and embarrassed smile on their faces. Satisfied with the silence she got, Granny then brought out a file. I just watched her with amazement,

Grandma Perla put her knitting down on the small table next to her and gestured for Gray to climb up on her lap. Gray's face broke into a big grin full of missing teeth. He loved visiting his grandma's small cottage at the edge of the territory and would find any reason to sneak out of his own home to come here. Listening to Perla's olden day stories and long-forgotten legends about gods and demons was his most favourite pastime. Perla used her feet to rock them gently in the chair and smiled at her grandson's wide eyes, eagerly waiting for her to start the story. "If the blue moon, fall on the turn of the century an Ice wolf is born." She started before Gray interrupted her directly.

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

My vision began to blur from the tears that were building in my eyes. "I don't know. I've never been in such situation." Granny said, folding her arms. The tears streamed down my face This had better be a bad dream. I told myself. "We have to do something!" My mother threw her hand up in frustration. "She can't walk around with this... this thing." She pointed at my thigh. "There are hermaphrodite, Hannah. She'd survive" My Granny said, nonchalantly. I knew she was just mad that I didn't keep to her words.

I replied. “Not all. This story… I… I know it personally.” She said, and I turned to her. “What do you mean by you know it personally?” I asked, and she gave a sigh, then she turned around, walking towards the door of my car. “This Granny has weak knees. She's no longer useful, so she'd love to sit.” She said, and I immediately went to open the door for her. She didn't look happy, and I could guess she really knew the people involved in the story personally.