Mom Son Taboo Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Barbara would've giggled if she hadn't been struggling to breathe. "Ahhhh, it would feel so good pumping in out of me, both of us so slick and smooth, mother and son both shaved bald. But we can never do that, darling. Mommies aren't allowed to fuck their beautiful boys. No matter how much ... oh god, oh fuck ... no matter how much they want to!" "Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum!" Levi cried.

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

The message remained pinned to the screen of Adrian’s phone, burning itself into my vision until the black text blurred into a dark, jagged smudge. Now ask Adrian who your mother is. My heart thundered against my ribs, each frantic beat sending a wave of heat through my body. My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths as I slowly lifted my eyes from the glowing screen to the man standing motionless before me. The silence stretching between us was suffocating, thick with years of hidden truths, unspoken promises, and the overwhelming, dangerous pull he had always had over me. Who is my mother? I asked. Adrian didn’t answer. The formidable Alpha, a man who could command an entire room w

Jess hums some pop song, but I’m still burning from Kayden’s stunt. Mom’s wiping down the counter when she glances at Jess, giving her a subtle nod. Jess catches it, mumbles something about checking her phone, and slips out, leaving me alone with Mom. “Zara, can we talk?” Mom asks, her voice soft, like she’s tiptoeing around me. I keep rinsing a plate, not meeting her eyes. “About what?” She hesitates, setting down her towel. “I know things have been… rough between us. I want to make it better. I’m sorry for how fast this all happened with Richard, for not talking to you more.”

“Mmmph… what delicious tits… so big… so soft… I’m going to bite them until they’re marked. Pray, Sister… pray while I fill you with cum. Pray out loud so I can hear it.” Clara moaned and screamed with every thrust, her body being shaken on the marble. She tried to pray, but the words came out jumbled with pleasure: “Ave… aaaah… Maria… full of… cum… blessed art thou… among… the whores… aaaahhh… Father… fuck me harder… don’t stop… rip my pussy… fill me… fill me with hot cum…”

This is wrong in so many ways. Turning back toward me slowly, he's still breathing hard. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are still wild. He looks like he's barely holding himself together. “We don’t speak of this,” he says at last. “Not to anyone. Ever.” Staring at him, I don't answer, my heart won't slow down. He takes another step back, putting more distance between us. “It’s the bond,” I whisper. “Isn’t it?” His silence is answer enough. Fated bonds are wrong, forbidden, now I have one, and to my mother's husband!

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad