Mom Son Taboo Novels & Stories

Mom demanded from Tyson. What the fuck ? Why would she fucking do that ? “MOMMM !!! YOU BET ON MY SEX LIFE ??” I roared in fury. “Sorry baby but mommy likes to milk dry her stuck up Dragon guardian's pockets,” she answered unperturbed by my outburst. “First of all that sounds so wrong, Mom and secondly, these fellas here can never go poor for the next three lifetimes as my mate is the ultimate boss of TJ Royal Group,” I listed out.

Mom demanded from Tyson. What the fuck ? Why would she fucking do that ? “MOMMM !!! YOU BET ON MY SEX LIFE ??” I roared in fury. “Sorry baby but mommy likes to milk dry her stuck up Dragon guardian's pockets,” she answered unperturbed by my outburst. “First of all that sounds so wrong, Mom and secondly, these fellas here can never go poor for the next three lifetimes as my mate is the ultimate boss of TJ Royal Group,” I listed out.

Shortly after Terrence came with snacks and fresh brewed Rose Tea. “What happened between you? Terrence, don’t let Kate down... she is a sweet and kind girl,” muttered Terrence’s mother. My cheeks in instant time blushed like boiled shrimp. “It’s about Madonna, Mom.” “That moneygrubber?” repeated the mom of Terrence. “Hm... yes,” Terrence said in a soft tone. “I won’t approve of you with her, Terrence. So, please don’t get in touch with her anymore,” Terrence’s mom ordered.

"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!"

“You’re his—oh god—” “Say it.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Tell them who’s fucking you.” “Jake’s father—” I moaned, shame burning through me, making everything more intense. “My ex’s dad is—*fuck*—” “That’s right.” He leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “And you love it, don’t you? How wrong this is. How fucked up. The taboo makes you wetter than anything else ever has.”

[ WILLOW’S POV ] "Please, Mum, today is the full moon! You can’t just send me out there. You know how tonight is, the male wolves will be everywhere, satisfying their ruts one way or another." "I don’t care, Willow. You need to get me the mogo herb. Look at your sister; she’s sick and only that herb can stabilize her," Mum snapped. I looked over at Ezra. She was lying on the couch with a faint smirk dancing on her lips. I knew she wasn’t sick; she was faking it just to destroy me, yet Mum fell for it every time.

The shame, the heat, the taboo, it only made me wetter. Thursday was the riskiest. We were in the master bedroom when Mom’s FaceTime call came through. I was on all fours, Daniel pounding me from behind, his thick cock slamming deep into my pussy. “Don’t answer,” I gasped while he continue pounding me, but he reached over and swiped accept, angling the phone so only my face and shoulders showed. “Hey honey,” Mom’s voice came through the speaker, cheerful. “How’s everything at home?” Daniel didn’t stop fucking me. He just slowed down, grinding deep while I tried to keep my voice steady.

Mom chuckled and dropped it on the table Mom: I suspected you guys might need a little mouth exercise Anibe took one and began to eat Anibe : you see that man called Samson, he didn't try for me. I would have married you instead Mom laughed and hit him on the head Me: where's Chubi? Mom: he has a cold. He's in bed Me: okay. Thanks for this Mom: don't let Anibe eat it more than you She left and I looked at him Anibe : please, people in bad mood don't like to eat. They lose their appetite.

I tried to steady my hands as I kept my eyes on the tablecloth. "You don't look so happy," Claudia pointed out. The table went silent. "Don't tell me, you think you're better than carrying my son's pup," Tabitha hissed. "No! That's not it." "Then what is it then?" Claudia asked. "The process of making the baby wasn't fun for you," she taunted. I flinched, and the blush that rose to my cheeks was caught immediately by my mother-in-law and stepmother. Tabitha's smirk widened. "Oh, look at that. The poor thing's embarrassed that she liked being my son's slut."

Mom licked my clit hungrily between them, her hot tongue flicking fast. After they pumped fresh hot loads into me, they plugged both my holes tight. Thick cum stayed trapped inside, making my belly feel full and heavy. They dressed Mom and me the same: tiny sheer black micro-dresses that showed our nipples clearly and barely covered our asses. Heavy matching collars that said “More Than Blood, Mother & Daughter Breeding Sluts.” Nipple clamps with chains, and fat vibrating plugs controlled by Victor’s phone.