Mature Taboo Novels & Stories

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

When she looked the following evening, the story was on the same page, but not on the same line. He had looked at it! But how much had he read? The piece of the story on the screen had the mother on her knees in the kitchen while her son held onto her head and fucked her sucking mouth. After he blows his load and she swallows, she says, "Oh, baby, I've wanted to do that for so long!" To which he replies, "Me, too, Mom! Let's go in your bedroom and fuck!" Even if James had not scrolled off the page, he should still have gotten the gist of what his mother was reading about. But would that be enough to break the taboo-ice?

“How about you keep your mouth shut and get a good angle?” “You are insufferable, I swear.” The boy in question stepped further to the side, placing the camera directly at her face. Every single part of her body was hot but the embarrassment burned even hotter. Orions never make mistakes. Except she’d made the biggest one by even going to that stupid party. And now her family’s reputation would suffer the blow. What would her parents say when they eventually saw the video? The guys could even try blackmailing her. And for what? A few more gangbangs?

The rest of the afternoon was a haze of filth and need. Emma sat at her desk, but she wasn't really there. Her mind was replaying every second of her lunchtime "lesson." The taste of his cock still coated her tongue. The phantom ache of the tape being ripped from her lips still stung. Her face felt tight, caked with his dried cum, a dirty mask she was forbidden to wash off. Every time she shifted in her chair, she was reminded of the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, her bare pussy slick and swollen under her skirt.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

I moaned loudly as my head was thrown back against the books. “Slick Slick Slick.” The wet sounds of his mouth echoed through the aisles as he licked and sucked until my legs shook violently. He stood up and freed his thick cock, and thrust into me without mercy. Lucian has definitely trapped me to this addiction, I can’t be saved. “ Ahhhhh!” I screamed in pleasure, while I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me hard against the shelves. Plap Plap Plap I felt sweet pain and pleasures as our skin slapped each other.

“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!”

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her hand was still inside her soaked shorts, fingers covered in her own wetness. She froze against the wall, heart pounding hard in her chest. He towered over her, inked knuckles flexing at his sides. Sweat still ran down his muscular chest. His voice came out low and dangerous. “I know exactly what you’ve been watching, little girl. Every filthy video. Every time you touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” Lila’s face burned hot with shame, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples stayed hard against her tank top. Fresh wetness leaked out of her and soaked her shorts even more. She couldn’t look away from him.

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.