Mother Son Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

My mother said, as she reclined into the seat, crossing her legs. "Mum-" "Hush, sweetheart, you'd enjoy this much more than you think, trust me," she smirked. I stood paralyzed in the doorway, my heart slamming against my ribs. Christian’s eyes, dark and predatory, darted between me and my mother, his briefs straining against the thick bulge of his cock. My mother lounged in the armchair like a depraved empress, her smirk filthy and feral as she watched me struggle to process the twisted game she’d set in motion.

"You're going to take it. Going to take me so deep I might actually breed you." "I'm on birth control," Sophia gasped. "I know. But we can pretend." His thrusts became harder, faster. "Pretend I'm breeding you. Putting a baby in you. Claiming you so completely you could never leave." The taboo of it, the idea of her best friend's dad breeding her....pushed Sophia over the edge. She came screaming, her pussy clenching around him, and Damien followed, emptying inside her with a roar. *** The pool house had exposed beams. Damien brought rope one night.

I could feel pleasure from both holes, with two of his fingers in my ass and one in my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick and spread my lips. " No, stop, Jeremy! Our parents are going to find out,” I cried, trying to close my legs, but he pinned me down and placed one of my legs on the cabinet. I couldn’t deny it, I loved what was happening. " Who’s going to tell them? You’re going to act like a good girl and keep your mouth shut,” he said, plunging his cock into me. “Fuck…” A moan escaped from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the cabinet tightly.

he grabbed her hand that was over his head and brought it to his lips to kiss it. “Then I shall stay like this for a while for you, my king,” she looked at her children, “I have one more form but you shall never see it, for it is a tabooed one, and it is one that brings doomsday to this universe, I do not want to hear more about that from you two.” She looked pointedly at her morning star who visibly swallowed. Then she smiled at him for being so cute. Yes. The boys were sometimes intimidated by their mother. But she was the coolest being that could have ever lived. And they loved her dearly.

“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…”

The metal's subtle movements sent jolts straight to her pussy, and she nodded eagerly. "I know it sounds unorthodox, but your mom and I—" Dean began again, sweating blood as his dick throbbed, begging to be let into that young snatch. "Okay, daddy. If you think it'll help," Tracy cut him off sheepishly, just as eager to get fucked, the taboo of the dick she craved being her daddy's only making her shameless cunt wetter.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

I feel his body pivot upward. His hair rubs my breasts as he pushes through my big tits, eager to be nestled in my warm cleavage. ‘Yes, daddy.’ I really want to moan but I know it’d send me straight to hell. Just then, his teeth clamp on my nipple. “A-ah…” I release a throaty moan and jerk. On fire. Raw. My body is in suspension. The way his tongue licks around my bruised nipple soothes my skin. I swallow, humming in my head. I let my body feel how good taboo tastes.

She sat there till my legs were numb byt I couldn't complain, not when I wanted her to open up to me. She changed positive, laid down on the floor placing her head on my laps and curling almost into a ball __ like an infant. “We all know the forbidden story in the pack” ste began, “ The story no one was allowed to talk about talkess of thinking about it” Lost! I'm totally lost. I don't know what story she was talking about, I have no idea what was that forbidden discussion in the moonshine pack. “Hmm hmm” “Well, I guess the moon goddess hate me so much that she gave me a cruel fate” she continued when she realized that was my only response.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.