Mother Son Taboo Novels & Stories

“I won’t let this disgrace stain our name. I won’t have a disobedient daughter, carrying some low-born mutt’s child. We’ll deal with it now. Quietly.” I blink, my mouth falling open, stunned by the words that fall so easily from his lips. Did he truly just say that? Did he mean it? “It’s forbidden,” I whisper, the realization stealing my breath. “To end a pregnancy… it goes against everything the Moon Goddess teaches us.” My voice is barely audible, but my father hears it. His head turns sharply, and the aura around him pulses darker, more dangerous. The doctor shifts uncomfortably, inching farther away from him, clearly sensing the shift in the air.

And Zee. It was wrong. It was wrong in all aspects. ----- Tabby

Scott grabbed my breast and bit down on my nipples. “Ohh… fucking God.....just like that.” A moan escaped from my lips as he gritted my nipple within his teeth. This was fucking worth it. Every touch seemed to blur together until I could no longer tell where one feeling ended and the next began. “Time to show you who you truly belong to,” Damien said. He tapped his cock at the entrance of my vagina, I shivered as he worked his cock up and down my wetness. “Dammit…” I moaned as I felt his hard meat beat my dripping pussy.

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?

There was this park, about 10 minutes' walk from our house where I usually take our dog for a walk in the evening and sometimes early in the morning. This morning, I was all dressed up and had Rocky, our dog on a collar and leash, ready to take him to the park when my mum suddenly told me not to go there ever again. “Why?” I asked, confused. “Because dirty old men hang around the toilets in the park, trying to get young boys to do disgusting things with them.” “Mum…” I gave her a look that screamed there was no way she could be serious about that. “You can’t possibly believe that. Who told you?”

"We just have to be careful." Martin closed his eyes, a muscle feathering in his jaw as he fought for breath. "There are new rules, Javed. If we do this... if we cross this line... it stays behind closed doors. Nobody can know. Especially not my son." "I agree," Javed murmured, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of Martin's jaw.

I watched the white lotion disappear into her pink heat, turning into a clear, slippery mess as it mixed with her juices. "Mmm-gh! Yes, Eddie... right there," she moaned, her hips tilting up to meet his hand. "Dig into me. Show her how you open a woman up. Tell me, Lila... tell me how it looks to see a son take care of his mother's needs." It was bad; it was a taboo. But they weren't blood, so it diluted the rawness of this forbidden act.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.