Novel & Cerita Mom Son Incest Taboo

“I may not be your father by blood, but I am your mother’s husband.” “That’s not an answer. That’s a title.” She spatted angrily. You both don’t even love yourself, so why are you even married to each other? I just looked outside the window. She didn't have to know why Davika and I got married. But how would she react when she finally finds out the truth? “Zina, that changes nothing,” I continued. “Because what you’re asking for isn’t just risky and complicated. It is a line that cannot be uncrossed once crossed. I am married to your mother, and in the eyes of every person in our lives, I am your father. What you want is not simply forbidden. It is a destruction that you could end up regrett

"Why shouldn't we? You want it as much as I do." Barbara ground a finger between her slick sex lips and into her pussy hole. She moaned as her brief reply took shape in her swirling mind. "That would be incest, baby. Incest is a sin." Levi kept stroking his cock slowly and carefully, holding himself on the edge. "Mom, you never said anything about sin before." "I -- I never thought about it until ..." "Until you saw me stroking cock and saying your name?" Barbara closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and watched her son's hand glide over his thick shaft. His flesh was now glistening as more and more precum oozed from that mushroom-shaped tip.

“Watch your stepbrother fuck you in the bed I used to jerk off in, thinking about shit I shouldn’t.” The confession hit harder than the physical stretch. My eyes flew open. “You… thought about me?” “Every time I came home after the wedding.” His pace picked up, hips snapping harder. One hand pinned my wrist beside my head, the other hooked under my knee, spreading me wider. “Told myself to stay away. Told myself you were off-limits. But here we are.” I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his thrusts, the slap of skin louder in this smaller, more intimate space. The taboo of it—all of it—pushed me closer to the edge faster than I wanted.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

NEW STORY TITLE: ANVIL This story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. Author's Notes: Anvil is a walk down a path strictly forbidden by 'polite' society. Incest. Few taboos are more reviled, and those who succumb to the trap of its feverish desires, face being judged and damned by those who uncover their 'sin'. Shunning is the smallest consequence of being exposed. The story revolves around two damaged souls who suffered through the absence of love when it was needed most, then were betrayed in the most horrifying ways by those entrusted to nurture and cherish them.

My blood bubbled in anger at the mention of that goddess awful group of people and the fact that my father chose to associate Donald with them made my stomach churn in disgust. “No, father. Donald wasn’t one of…those…people,” I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth and intense glares from a number of pack members burned holes into my skin. It doesn’t take divine wisdom to know that that was my only flaw in the eyes of my people. My hatred for anything and anyone who breaks the natural order of things. Especially those faggots. “Hmm. So the only explanation for this crime is none other than bloodlust.” my father stated matter of factly and I lifted my head so fast that I feared it might

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

Both are so in need of one another when hit with this bullshit, even if Dane is the one thing I shouldn’t touch anymore. “I want him out of the house…I want him to get his hands off my daughter….. I cannot stomach watching this... Kayla, be reasonable. Dane is your half-brother… by blood. Anything you do is immoral. It’s not even legal.” My mom seems to find her voice, her command and shakes herself off. A sense of weird calm is coming over her now the shock of this has sunk in, and she leans out the catch my wrist and tugs at me. “Stop holding onto him. I can’t bear to see this. It’s incest.”

And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t