Mom And Son Taboo Novels & Stories

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.

The man was shameless! Laughing, Atlas lifts a hand and gently tugs my hand away, then kisses my palm. Eyes widening, I watch as Aiden and Duncan take us in with looks of disbelief. "Don’t touch my mommy!" Aiden yells. "Um… maybe I should…" Duncan begins, but stops as Atlas stands and takes Aiden from him. "Leave." "I think that’s a good idea," Atlas agrees. "There’s a lot that I need to discuss with my son."

He hugs me, “thank you Abi for telling me, I’ll make sure that no one says that word in your presence ." We continue to the kitchen and enter, everyone is eating italian sausages with peppers and onions, Momma nods to the 2 stools at the island that already have plates waiting. I smile at her and we sit, Teresa is the first to speak to us, "Abi, now that you are mated, when will you be leaving?" I choke on my bite and Christov pats my back, Dad speaks, "she is not marked and you don't know if she is mated and it's none of your business Teresa."

I quipped. "I don't know, Mr Freud. You think I want sex with myself?" mum giggled. "Doesn't everybody," Izzy joked. "Who knows?" mum said. "Anyway, I'm going to go upstairs in a minute to fuck your dad, covered in cum. That should let you know how much your father loves what's happening between us." "Really?" I said, naively. "Really, baby. Forbidden fruit is the sweetest fruit," mum added. "We have only one rule. This stays between the four of us in this house. It stops when either of you two decides it must."

My pussy suddenly clenched hard at the way he said my name—low, rough, almost reverent. Since Dad died, I’d fallen headfirst into the darkest taboo p**n I could find. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, hard and conflicted and trying so damn hard to be the good guy. I could imagine how nice it would be to have him trapped in here with me and Mom walks in. Marriage over. Now, that's a good plan!

Only what she represented. She blinked, and the memories dissolved. Behind her, the murmurs grew louder. She could feel eyes on her back, watching, waiting for her to break. They wanted tears. They wanted a scene. They wanted proof that she was human. The noise pressed in from all sides. Fake condolences. Cruel whispers. The rustle of expensive fabric and the clink of jewelry. It built and built until her hands curled into fists at her sides. She turned and walked toward the wall where her parents' portrait hung. It was a large photograph, professionally done, her mother and father seated together with stiff smiles. They looked successful. Untouchable. Perfect.

Refusing to give up, he ran straight to my side and screamed at Lily. “Get away from her! This is my mom! You’re not allowed to hug her!” Lily rolled her eyes at him, firing back without a shred of hesitation. “Oh, I know who you are. You’re Victoria’s ungrateful brat of a son. Didn’t you say you didn’t want her to be your mom anymore? She isn’t your mother now, so you’re the one who needs to get lost!” David completely broke down at Lily’s blunt words, sobbing hysterically.

I love the feeling of being used, of my mouth being nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp ringtone cuts through the air. Tristan groans in frustration, his hips stilling for a split second. He doesn’t pull out, though. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, checking the screen. I glance up; the name "Valeria" flashes on the display. My mother. He looks down at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He shushes me, placing a finger over his mouth, then taps the button to answer.

"Here we go. The Cole corporate handbook." Martin shot his son a warning but fond look. "My home office is strictly off-limits when the door is closed. I expect quiet during my morning conference calls, and absolutely no loud music after ten. This summer is about focus. We have a lot of work to do before the gala, and I expect you both to take your duties seriously before you start your new jobs in the autumn. Understood?" "Understood, Dad," David said, saluting jokingly. "Understood," Javed murmured. But as Martin turned his back to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, Javed’s eyes locked onto the broad expanse of his back, tracing the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

“He mentioned it to colleagues too. At least that is what I heard.” My chest tightened. The note. You told them anyway. The words suddenly made sense. I felt sick. Professor Morrison spoke again. “Julian was private back then. Very private. His father did not take it well.” The woman sighed. “That was cruel.” “He barely spoke to his father for years after that.” I stepped backward. Slowly. Quietly. I did not need to hear more. Actually, I had already heard too much. Again. What was wrong with me?