Mother Son Taboo Novels & Stories

I’m still trying to figure out how the fuck my mother is completely fine with this bullshit. "Sorry, Mother. I've been really busy," I mumble, forcing out the words because I know she won’t let it go otherwise. "If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t be so bothered, but the worst part is my only son has refused to bring a woman home." My fork freezes mid-air. “Not this shit again, Mother.” "What do you mean ‘not this shit’? The last time I saw you with a woman was three years ago. What kind of celibacy streak is this?!" She yells, waving her fork around like it’s some kind of weapon.

As I was leaving, Vicente said, "Think about it. A child at this age can't be without a mother." He added confidently with bright eyes, "Besides, you don't feel good about leaving Jamie, do you?" I thought deeply, but all the memories that surfaced were of Sofia. Her favorite vegetables were tomatoes and potatoes. She wasn't picky. The only food she hated was ginger, but that was okay because I didn't like it too. Her favorite color was blue, and she actually preferred dresses over shorts, but she was too proud to admit it.

I even wondered if she had really gone mad. "You treated me the same way too when I was little, no?" Mom suddenly stopped laughing. The memories of her childhood, as described by her, became fragmented and cruel. It turned out that when Mom was a child, my grandfather eloped with someone else because Grandma couldn't give birth to a son. During that time, Grandma must have lost her sanity and would beat and scold Mom every day. Therefore, in Mom's memory, giving birth to a daughter was a misfortune, and keeping a husband was an instinct all women had.

"And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?" Tony tilted his head, pretending to think, before pointing sharply at Samantha. "A homewrecker! Ms. Yates is a homewrecker who's ruining Mommy and Daddy's relationship!" The commotion grew even louder. Samantha broke out in a nervous cold sweat. With that kind of mental fortitude, she wanted to be my son's mother? Pathetic. "Ms. Yates, would you like to explain?" When called out, Samantha flinched like a startled bird. Perhaps to save what was left of her dignity, she clutched her chest and began to cry. Tears streamed down her face in a pitiful display that would tug at anyone's heartstrings.

“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…”

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.

This is his sister, my son's sister. Naudia's nails dig into my shoulders as she rubs herself against me, harder and faster. I thrust my hips up, meeting each of her thrusts. She keeps moaning softly, each moan going straight to my dick. Fuck. I swear I could cum right here in my swim shorts. "Gavin." She moans quietly, panting a little. "Please, I need to-." I lean in and whisper. "It's okay babygirl. You can bite my shoulder to muffle the sound. Just use me baby."

Massimo When I enter Lilibeth's room, I see her deeply asleep, and I can't bring myself to wake her. She must be exhausted after giving birth, so I decide to let her sleep. After a few minutes, there's a knock on the door, and it's a nurse carrying an incubator with our little baby inside. Once she leaves us alone, I approach and hold my princess. She takes my breath away, so tiny, fragile, and beautiful, just like my lovely Lilibeth. I start talking to her, and she looks at me as if she recognizes my voice from all the times I spoke to her while she was in her mother's womb. I tell her about the anguish I felt waiting for news about them just a few hours ago. When I turn around, I see my pr

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

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."