Mom Son Taboo Novels & Stories

“Been watching you avoid us for years. Knew it was because you’re a dirty little slut deep down. Spread those legs wider. Let me see how bad you need family cock.” My walls clench hard around my fingers. Shame floods my face, but it blends with the heat and pushes me higher. This is so fucked up. He is your father-in-law. Mark’s dad. Yet the taboo makes my clit throb even more. I rub faster, thighs trembling.

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.

There were three rules in Grant’s house. No smoking. No locked doors. No calling him anything but Grant. I’d broken all three within the first two days. Mom had left that morning for a week-long conference. Her new boyfriend — Grant — said I could stay while the campus dorms were being renovated.

Following the details in the email, she took a cab to a hotel. It happened to be the day of Dad's company's celebration banquet, which was also a welcome party for the new female supervisor. Amid the lively atmosphere, Mom barged in unexpectedly. Without a word, she slapped the female supervisor across the face as Dad was raising his glass for a toast. The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the room, leaving everyone frozen in shock. "You whore! I knew it! You're trying to seduce my husband!" Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

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.

Just a raw, terrifying honesty. "I’m attracted to you," he said, the words falling between us like a physical weight. He didn't blink. He didn't hesitate. "I have been since the moment I got here. And I know damn well you feel the exact same way about me." A cold, heavy armor dropped over my features, the defense mechanism I had spent a lifetime perfecting. "That is enough, Olise," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. "You are speaking absolute nonsense. I am a grown man. I am your host. And most importantly, I am married to your mother."

"And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?" Tony tilted his head, pretending to think, before pointing sharply at Samantha. "A homewrecker! Ms. Yates is a homewrecker who's ruining Mommy and Daddy's relationship!" The commotion grew even louder. Samantha broke out in a nervous cold sweat. With that kind of mental fortitude, she wanted to be my son's mother? Pathetic. "Ms. Yates, would you like to explain?" When called out, Samantha flinched like a startled bird. Perhaps to save what was left of her dignity, she clutched her chest and began to cry. Tears streamed down her face in a pitiful display that would tug at anyone's heartstrings.