Mother Son Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

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

His flesh was now glistening as more and more precum oozed from that mushroom-shaped tip. "Yes, baby," she confessed. "Not until I saw your cock and call out dirty things you should never, ever say." Levi groaned and squeezed his rigid cock flesh tighter. His mother was just now seeing how much he loved her watching him. Maybe just watching and being watched would be enough for them without resorting to actual fucking to satisfy themselves. No one could ever come back from anything as wrong as mother-son incest. What they'd been doing so far was already bad enough, but at least she could hold her head up and tell herself she wasn't one of those desperate women who fuck their own sons.

"They can trace you using the video you posted. Don't you even think smartly?" "Oh shut up!" She laughed. "If that's the case then you are in India!" I had no idea what to do with her, she was effortlessly a bitch. "Are you not tired?" I managed to ask. "Of course not! I mean— I have a lot in my plates. Since your father is serious, I could make up some things about him too. Tell me which sounds more fun to be on a headline. Zino killed his son to get his step daughter since immorality flows in the family or— stirring immorality between—"

The last scared the crapola out of Kate when she was a kid. Oddly enough, Mrs. Lapuz’s tight-lippedness extended only to things related to the reproductive system and the growing Kate still got the brunt of Filipino superstitions. (Visayan mothers, represent!) To some extent, Kate understood why her Ma didn’t want to share what she did know about menses. Mrs. Lapuz had grown up thinking they were taboo, dirty and shameful.

Side Story: Vicente's POV The day my mother jumped, I was downstairs, watching her turn into a mess of flesh and blood. They all said she was driven to death by Sabrina, my father's wife, but I felt it was me who pushed her over the edge. Sabrina offered her money to leave the country on the condition that I stayed with the Buckley family. My mother refused, crying for three days, her eyes red. "Vicente, I can't live without you." I'd explained to her countless times before. I'd bring her back once I made money. It was just a temporary arrangement. How could I leave her alone abroad?

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and I figured it was better I speak fast or I’d lose my head before I get the chance to. “Her mother was a witch, and her father was an alpha with elemental blood.” I continued, I saw as they all tried to process what I had just said, “Yes, you know mating between an alpha and a witch has been prohibited decades ago, but it just kinda happened between her mother and her father,” I said, explaining how one of the greatest marriage taboos happened in history. “But what has this got to do with Lila?” Brian asked, narrowing his eyes down on me like I was the one who made the taboo.

Jules said in a tiny voice, her eyes filling with tears. I leaned over the table, "Do you even listen to the stories people tell? Salvatore Capone is famous for killing his first wife. The mother of those six monsters he calls sons is in the ground because of him. And you want to be next? You want to move into her bedroom and wait for him to get bored of you, too?" Mom just looked at me with those soft, watery eyes that always made me feel like I was the one being unreasonable. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to touch my arm.

"You want me to talk like an adult to you? Alright. I'll talk like a damn one real good. "She said."children promiscuity is derived from an exposure to sexual abuse. You were abused, Cain. And that's my theory, if I were your mother, you'd be my worst night mare, I wouldn't sleep comfortably knowing that my son was raped and he wouldn't tell me. " He laughed.