Novel & Cerita Mom Son Taboo

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

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.

I scream out, but he covers my mouth with his and drowns out my scream with his warm tongue as he kisses me. His teeth graze against my bottom lip and I’m moaning into his hot mouth. There’s an urgency as he moves his lips against mine while keeping his free hand around my throat. An urgency and a rush of hunger that I never knew I needed. And then suddenly he pulls his hand from in between my thighs and breaks our kiss abruptly before sitting back on the bed. My heart sinks again. “I can't. Fuck! I shouldn't have. This is Taboo." He hastily stood, running the other hand which held my throat in his hair. “Let's not do this again Leila." His fists clenched as he stared into my eyes with a gla

We were there because Dad was missing… a beta in the kingdom who deserved better. But Mom was grinning from ear to ear, she looked around the mansion like a kid in a candy store, eyes shining at the expensive paintings and furniture. She had become so materialistic lately, always talking about the things we couldn’t afford, always wanting more. That night was full of ugly moments I still hated remembering. The way Mom laughed too loudly at the King’s jokes, the annoying way she waved at Ryder, a boy barely older than her daughter, and the way she kept touching the silverware like she was already imagining owning it.

“I’m an adult. I can… I can have sex if I want to. It’s not a bad thing.” Mom’s face tightened. She looked so frail sitting there in her robe, the chemo having stolen so much of her strength. Guilt twisted in my chest like a knife. “I’m not saying it’s bad,” she replied carefully. “But you came home late, looking like you just ran a marathon, and you have... semen running down your leg. Who is he? Is this the reason you’ve been coming home so late recently?” I shifted uncomfortably, more of Voss’s cum threatened to leak out. I pressed my thighs together, trying to contain it.

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.