Novel & Cerita Incest Stories Lit

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.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

“You’re such a dirty fucking cousin. I hate you… but I can’t stop.” She flipped me onto my back again and climbed on top in a scissoring position, our pussies pressed tight together, clits rubbing frantically. We were both soaked, the wet sounds loud and obscene. Our tits bounced as we fucked each other, hands grabbing, nails digging, mouths crashing together in messy kisses. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped. “Cum with me, you nasty bitch,” Lila moaned. “Cum on your cousin’s pussy.” We came together; screaming, shaking, squirting all over each other’s thighs and the floor. The orgasm was so intense.

The last thing she wants is to get caught in the arms of her son, having clearly been fucking, even if it is Caleb that catches her. “Where?” he asks, jumping up. “Just go to the bathroom and clean up or something!” she sputters. “Go!” When they hear Caleb walking through the house, Lewis bolts to the bathroom and locks the door. Caleb stare open mouthed watching his wife fucking her brother on the hood of her car, in the open where any passerby can catch them. He had tries to get the woman to fool around outside once, but she had sunned him, telling she would never consider performing such an act. The man knows that he should be outraged. Here he is watching his wife cheating on him, giving

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

In one swift, violent motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and ripped them down her legs, discarding them onto the floor like trash. Before she could even register the cold air, he was back, his fingers diving into her heat. He worked them inside her with a brutal, rhythmic precision, his thumb grinding against her until Rissa’s back arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. She was helpless, a moaning mess until the first wave hit her so hard she let out a choked scream, her body trembling as she squirted against his hand. Ronan pulled his hand back, his eyes dark and victorious. He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely

She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son. Faith decided on a story. It was entitled 'Making out with mom.' She began to read. After a wonderful story, the site suggested several similar stories. She once again checked the time and chose 'Is It Incest if I didn't Know?'

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

I couldn’t afford to lose this job, but I also couldn’t afford to keep thinking about my step-uncle like that. The day after the kiss had been awkward as hell. Every time our eyes met across the office, my face heated and I looked away. Still, I had bills to pay. What if I just gave in and became Greg’s sugar baby? The thought appeared and I immediately shook it off. I was supposed to be an independent woman. An independent woman who was seriously considering something that felt a lot like incest. I groaned into my hands at my desk. Even though we weren’t blood-related, we were still family by marriage. What would my mom think?