Mom Son Taboo Novels & Stories

he said quietly, picking up the bottle. For a second, I felt a rush of warmth. Had this kid actually turned over a new leaf? I sat up and waved him over. "Come here." He shuffled to the bedside. "How do you want to make me pretty?" I asked gently. "Ms. Sulvan says women have to take care of themselves, or they'll age fast," he recited seriously. "She says she uses toner, serum, lotion, cream, and eye cream every single day. Mommy, you should use them too."

"It seemed like you wanted me too and I enjoyed holding you all night mom." "Well let's not do that again." She protested. "Oh mom, what's the big deal?" "I don't know, it's just taboo." "Ok, whatever mom." "Did you undress me?" "Yes." "I guess thanks." She said with a smile and went to the bathroom. When she came back in, I slowly got up revealing my sexy underwear. I gathered my clothes off the floor and showed off my cock. She looked at my bulge and looked away. "Mom, I'm sorry. I hope you don't feel weird now?"

Back in full control, my attention was drawn to Mom. She froze with her hand in the air. Dad was gripping onto his glass, his eyes stuck on Kayla in bewilderment. “What? Is it a taboo to speak about his mate or what?” Silence filled the room, all eyes on Kayla, who was more focused on her plate than the shock wave she released. No one answered. At least not immediately, simply digesting the audacity we already knew she had. Mom blinked for a moment and then cleared her throat. “Uhm, that is a topic we really don’t speak on.”

He moved his hand to her pussy, stroking it again, sliding his fingers over the lips and between the labia. He didn’t ask for permission to slide them in, but there was no evidence his Mom was objecting. Instead she kissed him even harder, her own fingers gripping at his back as he digitally penetrated he hole he’d come from eighteen years before. It was moist and warm, like a jungle cave, getting even wetter as he went deeper and harder, driving his digit into her. He could feel her moaning into his mouth as they continued to kiss, her body starting to tremble in excitement; an excitement he felt as well as he got nearer and nearer to breaking that ultimate taboo and fucking his Mom.

If Tang Tang saw him drool over Lin Momo again, he would be very embarrassed. There were many taboos to doing massage on one's front. Qin Haodong controlled his hands with great willpower and avoided touching her sensitive parts as much as possible. "Dad, you are not careful in massaging; you haven't massaged here!" Tang Tang said as she patted Lin Momo's chest. "Uh..." "Papa, press here. It feels so good. I always put my hands here when I sleep at night." Lin Momo's face was almost as red as blood. She could not wait to turn over and hide her face. It was too embarrassing.

A side-eye from Mom renders her mute. “Definitely because of your son,” Tristan tskks. “I was the only prize you couldn’t have, but your son never even had to try.” “You boy fucker,” Mom grimaces, voice trembling with rage. “If the bullet wound didn’t kill you, the shame should’ve done it. Yet you bask in your promiscuity after everything you did?” “I’m hard, bad, and a little bit mad, but shame is a luxury I can’t afford.” His eyes flit to me. “Not when I have something to be proud of.”

I added. Still I could see the flicker of doubts swirling in her eyes. "We are bound by the rules and regulations that have been imprinted in our lives, Mom. Sometimes some of these things don’t matter when it comes to our happiness.” My voice dipped low. This time her eyes locked with mine. “You want something but feel like it’s a taboo just because that’s how everyone sees it, so you have to deprive yourself of what you actually enjoy just because people feel it’s wrong?” I asked.

I protested. "Why shouldn't I? You are an adult now. There is absolutely nothing wrong with us discussing matters of that nature," she replied, letting out a soft chuckle. Mom's demeanor made it seem as though she regarded me as one of her high-society socialite friends, someone she could casually gossip with about bedroom antics. I recalled a time not too long ago when I had accidentally overheard Mom and her circle sharing explicit stories regarding intimacy with their respective husbands. Back then, viewing such discussions as strictly taboo, I had chosen to immediately distance myself, harboring zero interest in listening.

Although not as tight as his cousin, he notices that his mother’s pussy is still a lot tighter than he thought a mother could be. Then what he has just done hits him like a ton of bricks. I just fucked my own mother! He is standing there, his member plunged deep inside the woman that had given birth to him, and even now as the realization washes through him, his thick cock never goes down, never stops throbbing. His heart starts racing. What am I going to do? But he doesn’t need to worry. Joyce’s knees are shaking when her orgasm subsides. Her knuckles have gone white, she is gripping the edge of the bath so hard and she can still feel every heartbeat of her son through his throbbing meat, w

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