Mom Son Incest Taboo Novels & Stories

It wasn't as though I wasn't old enough to consider the complications of incest, and it was unacceptable by the mass majority. I knew better. My mind knew better. My body was another thing. Lust was lust, no matter who created it. My pussy throbs remembering what I watched. My brain won't let up on what-if scenarios. I enjoy sex and a lot of it. My brain is having a tough time separating the taboo of this kind of sex.

However, her son was madly in love with Ruby Sanders. He would never break up with Ruby. What could she do? Sarah was anxious as if there were ants in her pants. It was impossible to make her son break up with Ruby. The top priority now was to get rid of the sin Ruby carried in her womb. That was a child of incestuous mating. It was said that the baby delivered would be monstrous. She had no idea if the inbred baby would be monstrous or not. Sarah was frightened at the thought of this. This must be settled as soon as possible.

"Look Byron, I am its mother and I also care about it. But we need to think with a practical perspective. This is incest, our child will most likely have some sort of disability. It will be ridiculed by the world for having parents like us. Do we want it to leave a life full of shame? Our child will hate us for giving it a life like this." He's stiffly nodded his head at her words. She was correct. Incest was wrong, immoral, disgusting and everything he could think in between. Their child would have to suffer because of their act. Though he understood her side well, he was still standing over his decision of keeping the baby.

I trailed off, struggling to find the right words. Marco tried to get the envelope from me, but I gently pushed his hand back and continued. "We always had sex and…and it was without protection. Well, my momma had always been saying…she had always been saying…she was always saying…she always said...." I was in an endless loop, the words just repeating in my head, before I felt Marco rubbing my shoulders and kissing my head lightly.

Jess says, opening the pizza box. “When I see a jerk, even from a picture taken ten years ago, I’d know,” I shoot back, crossing my arms. “I blame my mom. How could she get married out of the blue to a man I never heard of?” I’m pissed, and it shows. “Give her a break, Zara. She deserves to be happy too and maybe who knows, Richard might be exactly what she needs,” Jess says, softer now. “Whatever,” I mumble, grabbing a slice of pizza.

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

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.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

"I wanted to make an indirect statement worth considering. To be direct with you, I know of a mother who fell in love with her son knowing fully well he was her son. The son also knew she was his mother. They were both Mexicans. Popular in the past for their incestual act. Their faces looked innocent as they expressed their love for each other, kissing and fondling each other in public. People mocked them. Authorities questioned them and threatened to put them in jail. Yet, they still loved themselves. So, I asked some homosexual couples how they felt about the woman and her son's love. Over 80% said it was disgusting. What is disgusting about it? I pressed. 'It is disgusting,' they said. 'A

I stuttered and replied, "Well, that is incest, Mom. It's kind of frowned upon." Mom brushed this aside with a scoff and argued, "Oh, that's nonsense, honey. The negative connotation of incest is just a bygone edict from the Catholic Church that's been carried over through modern times. Incest was perfectly normal in ancient times and no one batted an eye. If you think about it, having sex with your family members is incredibly intimate because they already know everything about you. Personally, I think the perversion, depravity, and taboo nature and stigma of incest only makes it more kinky and arousing, honey."