Mother And Son Taboo Novels & Stories

I tried to steady my hands as I kept my eyes on the tablecloth. "You don't look so happy," Claudia pointed out. The table went silent. "Don't tell me, you think you're better than carrying my son's pup," Tabitha hissed. "No! That's not it." "Then what is it then?" Claudia asked. "The process of making the baby wasn't fun for you," she taunted. I flinched, and the blush that rose to my cheeks was caught immediately by my mother-in-law and stepmother. Tabitha's smirk widened. "Oh, look at that. The poor thing's embarrassed that she liked being my son's slut."

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

When she looked the following evening, the story was on the same page, but not on the same line. He had looked at it! But how much had he read? The piece of the story on the screen had the mother on her knees in the kitchen while her son held onto her head and fucked her sucking mouth. After he blows his load and she swallows, she says, "Oh, baby, I've wanted to do that for so long!" To which he replies, "Me, too, Mom! Let's go in your bedroom and fuck!" Even if James had not scrolled off the page, he should still have gotten the gist of what his mother was reading about. But would that be enough to break the taboo-ice?

He ragingly dropped the pillow he held on the bed, and grabbed her up from the bed. “Muha, I need you. My dick hurts so bad and your mother and I are not on good terms. ” He shameless itched it right in front of her. She turned on the light to see that he had an erected penis, but still, that was not normal. Muha turned away from his stick and shook her head. It was not right for a daughter to have sex with her father nor the other way round. It was a taboo to the mother earth and she could strike her dead.

A hand came patting me from the back, getting me to turn around and find father standing behind me. He looked surprised, asking me, " Is everything okay? You just left the room without saying anything." "Everything is fine," I responded in a haste, resuming with what I was doing. Father tried to know what was going on, but I was trying to push him off so he'd let me be. "It's nothing." "Is this about your friend?" He asked, getting my attention at once. I faced father, who stared at me with seriousness. He sighed and said to me, "Son, you need to understand that your friend and his sister can't be together no matter what you do. It's a taboo in the society and their home."

After our parents died three years ago, it was just me and my stepbrother left. He took care of me, and we shared more than what siblings were supposed to share. He always reminded me that we didn’t share the same blood and that I could moan his name while he spanked my ass. I tried to brush off his words, but deep down, I knew I had feelings for him. I mean… who wouldn’t? “I told you, Kiara, if you spread your legs open for me, I won’t bring another girl into our house,” he murmured, his voice low.

Humans really have bottomless greed when they have everything in their hands and still want their mother and she disappears. She accepted to let herself suffer no matter what, but her son, no matter who he was, couldn't hurt him any more. This is like a taboo for mothers in general. As someone who is about to hold her baby in her arms, Danisa must understand why she keeps pushing her mother and her child to the end, so don't blame her for saying what's coming.

It’s real. I’m not safe anymore, how can I be when the bond is no longer seen as sacred but forbidden? It’s not even that, how many forbidden’s does there need to be? The fated bond is forbidden. He’s my mother's husband, which is forbidden. He’s older than me, which makes it forbidden. Then, to top it all off, he’s viewed by everyone else as my father figure since I was a child, so it’s forbidden again. He wasn’t, he was in no way a father figure, more a boss who ordered me to clean the pack house, then to clean his offices, fetch him and his men tea while they had meetings.

Just a raw, terrifying honesty. "I’m attracted to you," he said, the words falling between us like a physical weight. He didn't blink. He didn't hesitate. "I have been since the moment I got here. And I know damn well you feel the exact same way about me." A cold, heavy armor dropped over my features, the defense mechanism I had spent a lifetime perfecting. "That is enough, Olise," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. "You are speaking absolute nonsense. I am a grown man. I am your host. And most importantly, I am married to your mother."