Mom And Son Taboo Novels & Stories

"She's not my mommy. I don't have a mommy." I started screaming. "Please, stop talking about her. Please." "She wet herself. Look." The whole room went dead silent. I went rigid. I stared down at my legs and started yanking at the hem of my muddy dress, trying to cover the dark wet patch. I caught Mama's eyes. She was even angrier than before. I was sobbing. "Mommy, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in." "I am not your mother. And what are you doing carrying that filthy rabbit around? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"

he said, voice low and rough. Lila clutched her towel tighter, green eyes flashing. “Damon, are you insane? Our parents are right down the hall, they almost caught me cumimg at the table because of you.” He crossed the room fast, tall and lean-muscled, scarred knuckles flexing. “Take off the towel and bend over the bed.” “No,” she whispered defiantly, even as heat pooled between her legs again. “You fingered me in front of them, that’s enough for the night.”

“Please fuck me deep and slow at first, Daddy. I surrender completely to you. I need your cock more than I need my old life. Ruin me one last time before your son comes home.” He started thrusting with long, powerful strokes. The sex felt intense and full of real emotion. Every movement made me feel claimed in the deepest way. “You are my dirty little secret,” he groaned while holding me close. “My son’s ex-girlfriend begging for her stepfather’s cock. Does knowing how wrong this is make you wetter?” I dug my nails into his back and cried out. “Yes, it does, Daddy. It makes me so wet. Please do not stop. I need this taboo relationship. I am addicted to the way you make me feel.”

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

Rissa's pov "Mom, dad? What the f***k took you both so long?" I asked leaning on the couch. Mom's jaw dropped while dad's lips twitched. I remember clearly dad banned the use of bad words in the house by there are moments when rules needs to be broken. "Rissa, what's the meaning of this?" Mom asked coming close. "I'm sure Caleb's son has influenced her with bad traits!" Dad blunted heading for the dinner table.

“And where’d she get the money to even rent this place?” In all the time I’d known something was wrong, right up until my decision to get involved and even after, Matt and I never spoke about what my father was doing. The pain he’d inflicted on Mom using both words and fists. I didn’t know the word “taboo” back then, but that’s what the subject was. Matt patted the bed beside him and I trudged over, taking a seat next to him. “How long have you known? You know . . . what he was doing?”

I’m glad in a way because I’m a short-fuse too, I’m pretty sure we’d both be exchanging loud screams to each other and that’s pretty disrespectful to everyone else including the food. “Julian! Watch your mouth.” My mom subsequently screamed calling out dad before he could even go on a rampage. Joyce and I instantly knew this is going to be wild and we don’t want to be a part of it. “You don’t believe your son?” “I wasn’t born yesterday, Joy. I’m telling you Joy, your son’s submitting to some sort of temptation. These kids aren’t really having a group study for Pete’s sake.” Dad went on redirecting his attention to mom.

I know my mother is so tired of seeing my behavior, which is endless. "Rara is not ashamed mom. But Rara is not ready to be known by the public. Because Rara is not like a wedding in general." Forced, I have to admit this. Yes, no one should know about this marriage, except for Sheila and Ryan, because I don't want other rumors if people find out about this taboo marriage. "Have you realized that your marriage is unnatural?" Mother continues to blame me. "Rara realized mom. If this marriage is based on lies and Rara's husband is still young." I said I heard a small voice. I have to admit my defeat today—no more Rara, who is stubborn and arrogant and naive.

“I don’t want any funny business tonight. Most of the investors here, and I don’t want any fighting or drama for the Moras to use against us in the tabloids.” “I’m pretty sure Tyler gives them material for free,” I said, earning a swat on my shoulder from my mom. “Hey, I’m serious. Tonight, we need to be the picture of a perfect, elite family.” Tyler scoffed, and my dad moved next to him, placing a firm hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “Is there something wrong with what your mother said?” Tyler’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning with unspoken words, but he shook his head instead.

Damon The video chat with Tabby’s father was fucking awful. The man is from Russia, and not only was his heavy accent hard to understand, but he threatened me at least five times that if I hurt his daughter, he would cut out my heart, roast it over a fire and eat it in front of my entire family. But Tabby just laughed the entire video call, ensuring I nodded at the correct times but met her father’s approval. He has decided to let Tabby stay for now, but he wants us to come for a visit to New Jersey in the near future.