Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

"Delulu emergency incoming!!!!" Lila smiled faintly as she scrolled, then she clicked on a fan edit someone had tagged her in. Slow-motion clips of Kai on stage — sweat glistening on his neck, the way his shirt clung to his chest, that intense stare into the camera, the deep timbre of his voice in the background audio. Her body clenched again.

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

The question was so unexpected that I couldn’t answer, I didn’t know what response to give her. The raindrops rolled down the windows, and the city moved past us in blurred colors. “What you want is forbidden, Zina, it’s a taboo, and you know it.” I finally found the courage to speak after minutes of silence. “ I don’t know what it is you call it, but one thing is sure, and I can’t ignore it even if I want to.” She paused and pressed her lips together, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “I’m obsessed with you, Alex. You’re my mother’s husband, yeah, I’m obsessed with my mother’s husband, and I’m fucking jealous that you’re married to her,” she exhaled as she had just let a huge burde

"I'm sorry. Mommy is sorry. Mommy is late." "From now on, Mommy will never leave you again."

Mom demanded from Tyson. What the fuck ? Why would she fucking do that ? “MOMMM !!! YOU BET ON MY SEX LIFE ??” I roared in fury. “Sorry baby but mommy likes to milk dry her stuck up Dragon guardian's pockets,” she answered unperturbed by my outburst. “First of all that sounds so wrong, Mom and secondly, these fellas here can never go poor for the next three lifetimes as my mate is the ultimate boss of TJ Royal Group,” I listed out.

What if's fill my mind and turn my stomach, what if my mating is like my parents a forbidden romance and we are dragged apart. What if my mate rejects me, at some point during the night Lyle had checked on me and gave me a blanket. Watching the sun rise over the mountains in the distance piecing my mom's letter together. Toby said mates were the most revered in the super world, so why was there so much back lash wouldn't it make sense to keep what the goddess had made sacred.

Everything hurts. “So the thing is, you were supposed to meet our mate on your eighteenth birthday but the moon goddess didn’t make it happen then and I as much as I hated being so far away from our mate I understood why she’d do that.” I pursed my lips, raising my eyebrows in confusion because why would my wolf be happy about not meeting our mate? "What possessed you into wearing those black demonic shorts. They were hideous. Imagine if our mate had seen us then, we’d probably be mate-less now all because of your dark emo phase.”

my mother replies as if she in her right mind. Adam and Jack both swear their outrage at my mother’s reasoning. “The Moon Goddess does not give children to parents who will abuse them. Using Jenna for her powers is abuse,” Adam says coldly as he pulls me into his embrace. I can feel the tension rolling over him as he holds his wolf back. Jake, his wolf, wants to rip my mother apart.

But deep inside, he wished his daughter will not be like her mom, and pray that she won't be driven by the urge to play a TOMBOY. THE END Hi guys, thank you for reading this book and I hope you enjoyed it. I would like you to know that I have other stories here and would be happy if you can check them out. Thank you once again for reading this story :)

“Clary! Where the hell are you?!” My mother’s voice slammed into my head through telepathy. I flinched, closing my eyes as the sting burned through me. Telepathy was a sacred gift, used between family or mates. She rarely called me with it. A small, pathetic part of me felt glad she remembered I existed at all. 'Maybe they only need you to scrub the floors again,' Cordia muttered dryly. I swallowed the lump in my throat. 'Probably.'