Mother Son Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

Adnam installed an app-controlled vibrator that he turned on while the three of them had dinner together. The taboo didn't destroy them. The taboo united them. And so, stepfather and stepdaughter lived their secret, dirty, intense, and eternal love—one fuck at a time, one orgasm at a time, one "I love you" whispered in the dark at a time. THE END.

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

I weakly whisper I feel so heavy, my heart is beating so fast, fear prevails in my whole system, I feel sorry for you, save my child. I was begging him, and wished that he could hear me. Please spare my Tabi. Leusam hugged me from my back while I kept kissing Tabi’s little hand. “Tabi is strong, Mommy knows’ that, My Tabi is so strong” I tried to cheer myself up and make him hear my voice.

How could she not see love as something special? "Never say that again, that you don't care what my son may feel or not, you forget about all that and you will be because let me anticipate something, here, in the world in which we live, in the world in which the son of Brandon is going to be born, betrayals are very frequent and ask me, I had to see a thousand and one times the way Brandon's father walked in front of me with a thousand and one different women, do you think I cared? All I wanted was to have the power that I still have and you should do the same, if you see my son here and there, if you start to notice that he doesn't come home, please don't make a fuss. Live life, dear Tábata

"I mean, we don't know what she is." One of the mothers frowned, folding her arms. “But she’s been with us for years.” Morrigan nodded. “Yes. And she’s always been quiet. Always controlled. But this isn’t just skill. This isn’t training.” Her tone dipped, almost reluctant. This reminds me of stories my grandma used to tell me when I was little. Stories the elders hate speaking aloud.” The other mother shifted uneasily. “What stories?” Morrigan hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully.

Her fingers replaced her tongue, plunging deep and fast while she sucked hard on my clit. Jake was stroking himself again, standing right beside us, his heavy balls swinging. “Fuck, look at you two. My stepmom devouring her own daughter’s cunt. So goddamn nasty.” Sarah lifted her head just enough to gasp, “Bring that cock here, Jake.” He stepped closer, and she took him back into her mouth while continuing to devour me. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping from her throat mixed with the filthy squelch of her fingers in my dripping pussy.

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."

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.

The woman who made him breakfast and asked about his classes was the same woman begging strangers to breed her sloppy cunt. Johnny’s cock throbbed harder than it ever had in his life. The shame should have killed his erection. Instead, it made him leak precum all over his fist. He stroked faster, imagining it was her mouth. His sweet, divorced stepmom secretly whoring herself out online. The taboo made his balls tighten. He crept out of his room, his heart pounding, still naked from the waist down, cock hard and bobbing as he moved down the hall. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar—probably in her post-orgasm haze she hadn’t closed it properly. He peeked through the crack.

"Olise—" "You're roommates who share a legal document!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "She’s never here! She runs away to Europe, to New York, to anywhere else because she doesn't know how to be a wife, and she sure as hell doesn't know how to be a mother! You are lonely, Vincent. You’ve been living in a golden cage, and you’re terrified to admit that the lock is already broken!"