Mom And Son Taboo Novels & Stories

Adnam installed an app-controlled vibrator that he turned on while the three of them had dinner together. The taboo didn't destroy them. The taboo united them. And so, stepfather and stepdaughter lived their secret, dirty, intense, and eternal love—one fuck at a time, one orgasm at a time, one "I love you" whispered in the dark at a time. THE END.

“Been watching you avoid us for years. Knew it was because you’re a dirty little slut deep down. Spread those legs wider. Let me see how bad you need family cock.” My walls clench hard around my fingers. Shame floods my face, but it blends with the heat and pushes me higher. This is so fucked up. He is your father-in-law. Mark’s dad. Yet the taboo makes my clit throb even more. I rub faster, thighs trembling.

and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me."

The shame, the heat, the taboo, it only made me wetter. Thursday was the riskiest. We were in the master bedroom when Mom’s FaceTime call came through. I was on all fours, Daniel pounding me from behind, his thick cock slamming deep into my pussy. “Don’t answer,” I gasped while he continue pounding me, but he reached over and swiped accept, angling the phone so only my face and shoulders showed. “Hey honey,” Mom’s voice came through the speaker, cheerful. “How’s everything at home?” Daniel didn’t stop fucking me. He just slowed down, grinding deep while I tried to keep my voice steady.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

“There you are! Come dance with me, honey.” I forced a smile and walked toward her, the weight of what I had just done settling heavy in my chest. The taboo spike hit harder than ever. My mother’s new husband’s cum was inside me while she hugged me close on the dance floor. This was only the start. And I was terrified of how much I wanted more.

Megan stiffened, and the container of mango in her hand dropped to the floor. The yellow fruit rolled all over the ground. The panic on her face lasted for only a second before she immediately squeezed out tears. "Rowan, I can explain! This is all a misunderstanding—" Rowan rushed over, snatched the remaining mangoes out of her hand, and hurled them on the ground. "A misunderstanding? You knew perfectly well that he's allergic to mangoes, yet you still forced him to eat them? Megan, he's your biological son! Don't you know that severe food allergies can kill someone?"

I came silently once, thighs trembling, smiling at Mom when she asked if the food was okay. The afternoon brought the closest call yet. Our parents decided to watch an old family photo album in the living room. Damien and I sat on the loveseat, a blanket over our laps. His hand stayed busy the entire time, fingers slowly fucking my pussy, thumb pressing the base of the plug, occasionally circling my clit. I came three times during the hour, biting my lip bloody, body shaking under the blanket while Mom pointed out childhood pictures of us together. The taboo of it all, looking at innocent photos of us as kids while my stepbrother fingered my pregnant cunt, pushed me into a headspace of pure

The slap of our bodies filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with the thunder. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and began to ride him harder. Faster. My ass bounced on his thighs, my pussy gripping him like a vice with every downward stroke. “That’s it, son,” I gasped, the word dripping with filth. “Fuck Mommy’s tight pussy. Fill me up like you’ve always wanted.” The taboo talk poured out of me effortlessly, heightening everything. Each time I called myself Mommy, his cock twitched inside me, growing even harder.

I get home from a business trip over Thanksgiving and find out Mom came all the way from Larkwyn to visit me. She was made to sleep in the storage room. I'm just about to lose my temper when my mother-in-law, Deborah Garner, rolls her eyes. "Next time your mom comes, give us a heads-up. What will the neighbors think if they find out we have relatives from the sticks?" Mom looks down, so humiliated she doesn't know what to do with her hands. My wife, Ella Shaw, finally looks up from her phone when she sees the look on my face. "Come on. Mom's just looking out for us. Everyone in this building is either rich or well-connected. Next time your mom visits, she should stay at a hotel. It's su