Mom And Son Taboo Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I yell at him and he finally starts talking!. "You are not going to like this Melody or you may even think that I'm lying but I have proof so listen to me okay!......dad is having business problems! Problems who not solve themselves.....you know about a client who is linked to be a member of the Mafia?" "Yes! Hey, tell me on our honeymoon!"

“Fuck, I love you, brother.” “Are you high?” The man inquired, but the woman only giggled in response. “I can still tell you I love you once in a while, blood or not.” “You know that is forbidden, right?” Another chuckle came from the woman. “Everything our family does is forbidden. I fuck dad. I fuck all my brothers, and my brothers fuck our dad. Thank God mom is mute, though she knows I fuck her husband senselessly every now and then.” The man scoffed.

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

"Fill your mommy's pussy with your nasty filthy spunk. Pour it into me baby...give mommy all your hot nasty cream!" It was very erotic, in a very strange way...hearing her say that. I was after all a very mature man at my age, even though I was her son. And yet...hearing her referring to herself as "mommy" told me that she was allowing herself whatever taboo thoughts or pleasures she had harbored for however long...to finally be expressed, to come out and consume her. "Yes mommy," I said simply, words I hadn't spoken in years. "Fuck your son's cock, make it cum... make it spurt it's nasty, naughty, filthy fuck juice inside your dirty nasty cunt!"

The universe had to be cackling somewhere. Taboo didn’t even begin to cover it, this was straight-up forbidden tragedy p**n. I’d be the mafia’s favorite dirty joke forever... the “pure” bride who got railed and knocked up by her father-in-law before she even kissed the groom. Hilarious in the worst way. Sad as hell. I wanted to scream, laugh, disappear all at once. I scrambled back on the cold floor, heart hammering, “No… stay back…” He moved closer anyway, and squatted beside me again, inhaling deep against my belly, like he was claiming territory. His face hardened further, certainty carving into stone.

My mother, Miranda, wasn't even here. Typical Miranda. As one of the city’s most sought-after event planners, her life was a blur of international flights and high-society galas. She had married Vincent Cole, a fiercely successful, notoriously private businessman in a quiet ceremony abroad while I was buried under final exams. I’d only met him once, briefly, and had spent the last year imagining him as a cold, arrogant tyrant who bought my mother’s affection with diamonds and real estate. I had prepared myself for battle when I arrived at the mansion earlier that afternoon. I expected icy glares, rigid house rules, and the overwhelming sensation of being an unwanted guest.

Gavin starts talking again. "You are young though, I'm sure you don't want a kid. Especially not with some old guy that happens to be your brother's dad. I, we can go to the store tomorrow and get you one of those pills. I'm sorry Naudia. I should have used a condom, I just got carried away because you are so sexy and I have wanted you for so long." Gavin rambles and I smile.

Mom said, and gestured to Carl who handed over a tab to him and a video clip began playing. I turned to mom who gave my a reassuring look. I stared deeply at their face, looking at their reaction. I could see Mr Bills face twist in disgust as he finally looked away from the tab. Mrs Bills scoffed before turning her attention awau from the screen and turned to mom. " And what's this supposed to mean? " She asked and I could hear mom's silent scoff. " I think you should understand by now " She replied " And so what?, They had s_x, it's probably not her first, she might be one of my son's numerous girlfriends " She said and I turned to mom in shock, I could see the shock look on her face.

My son smiled at me from behind my eyelids as I drifted to sleep. [[4 ~ Josh]] Try as I may, I couldn't get rid of the taboo thoughts that were lodged in my head that week. I constantly thought about my mom, her breasts, suckling them, tasting her milk. And fucking her. Amidst all that, I thought about fucking my own mother. Trouble was, I didn't feel wrong to think it. Maybe a little twisted and dirty. But not wrong. Unfortunately, thinking about it also brought the consequences I had agreed to earlier.

“I didn’t kill your father, Laila. I know grief makes people desperate for someone to blame, but I’m not the villain here. It was an accident. I was simply at the scene. The police would have arrested me if I was guilty.” He moved even closer until his thighs brushed the edge of my bed. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Laila…” 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 walk