Mom Son Taboo Novels & Stories

I love the feeling of being used, of my mouth being nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp ringtone cuts through the air. Tristan groans in frustration, his hips stilling for a split second. He doesn’t pull out, though. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, checking the screen. I glance up; the name "Valeria" flashes on the display. My mother. He looks down at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He shushes me, placing a finger over his mouth, then taps the button to answer.

He picked up a single sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to me. My fingers shook as I read the Rules; Address me as Professor at all times, Speak only when spoken to, you must wear Skirts or dresses only with no pants or underwear unless I specify, You will come when called, day or night, no excuses. You must obey completely. Failure of any will result in punishment. I looked up at him, cheeks burning. “ Sir, You can’t be serious.” His eyebrow arched. “Do you want to test me already, Miss Hart?”

And when she did, only one word came out. “Everything.” Callum paused for a second. Then he brought his fist to his mouth and cursed under his breath. “Fuck,” he swore. The next thing he said was— “You should go.” But by then, it was too late because she was no longer in control of her body. Her hormones had taken over, and under her dress, her nipples were standing firm, aching with need. She didn’t move an inch. Instead, she stood her ground, her horniness hitting the roof, her breath shallow.

Then, this morning, I woke up to the sounds of quarrels. "Just like that?" Mom asks still pushing the subject. "You support this taboo relationship now? Our daughter who's supposed to be a moral ambassador and married a wealthy heir as a virgin is fucking your bloody religious stepbrother!" Mom shouts, her voice cracking in the process. The house goes silent, I can hear my own heartbeat. I gasps. I've never heard mom swear like that before. Mom isn't done yet, she resumes counting my shortcomings. "After everything we've taught her, we showed her the way of the Lord. Are we just going to let her slip into sin and live by the world?"

It doesn’t make sense, and something doesn’t feel right. And I mean something other than me being possibly sentenced to death. Tabatha slowly shakes her head. I’m sitting behind her but can imagine the way her eyes are narrowing. The flames around us intensify again. “My son,” she starts, speaking through gritted teeth, “is possessed by a demon.” The council behind Ruth gasps, and Ruth herself looks stunned. Ruby’s hand flies to her mouth and she inches to the edge of her chair, staring at Tabatha and looking like she might burst into tears.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

"Here we go. The Cole corporate handbook." Martin shot his son a warning but fond look. "My home office is strictly off-limits when the door is closed. I expect quiet during my morning conference calls, and absolutely no loud music after ten. This summer is about focus. We have a lot of work to do before the gala, and I expect you both to take your duties seriously before you start your new jobs in the autumn. Understood?" "Understood, Dad," David said, saluting jokingly. "Understood," Javed murmured. But as Martin turned his back to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, Javed’s eyes locked onto the broad expanse of his back, tracing the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow. With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility. I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age. So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.

"Mommy!" "Tab!"