Mother Son Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

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.

BREASTFEEDING MILF EXPLORES WITH BESTIE. ——————————————— Amber’s POV: No one really talked about how horny one got weeks or months after childbirth. But then again, people hardly talked about things surrounding postpartum or childbirth. Some of the things I knew, I learned from TikTok. Seriously, I love that addictive, dancing app or whatever. It’s been four months since I gave birth to my daughter. My world, she’s as cute as a button and I love her to death. But birthing her also meant my husband no longer touched me.

“Talk. Now.” She looked down again. “I have known that I was interested in females my entire life. My mother even caught me kissing one of my girl best friends when I was seven.” “You were a pup. So what? Pups experiment.” “This was more than that.” I pushed Mason down as I tried to steady my temper. I needed to hear the story. The whole story. “My family has always been so conservative. They believe that homosexuality is a disgrace to the Moon Goddess.”

My mom cooed. “Oh, God knows how much I’ll do everything for my son,” Lissa uttered slowly shifting her attention towards my mother who was holding a ladle on the one hand and her other hand on her hips. “I was a slut before I conceived my son.” “Oh that’s really a…… tough word,” My mother replied, seemingly caught off guard by the bluntness of Lissa’s choice of words. “It’s true. I am that kind of a woman during my younger days and I’m not ashamed of it but when my son arrived, everything just changed.” Lissa uttered, and I immediately know that is the start of her life story.

I'm sick of this marriage, I thought that I can't do it, act like it all okay, try to love him but it's hard. "You are talking nonsense, Javier is perfect and you are going to learn how to love him, stop playing around with his brother." My mum said firmly. "Perfect?" I don't know why I'm getting emotional over nothing. "Mum, h- he raped me," I whispered letting the tears have been holding back, fall on my cheeks. My mum looked at me for a while with no words. "There must be a reason for that action." I stood there shocked at my mum's statement, mostly heartbroken

Tabitha teased, showing her son to Blake. “Yes, bad Daddy for not being there for the birth,” Tabby said, teasing Blake and showing her daughter. “Sorry for not being there, but you two were not due for a while. I got the information from Sara when I went to the Small World. How did they begin to cultivate in you?” Blake asked, grabbing his son first and looking at him with suspicion. “That is still a mystery, but a good one,” Tabby said, handing her daughter to him as well.

"I'm not. Teasing means you wouldn't get anything. You just got something and are going to get a lot more. This is called patience, baby. Little boys don't have it, but men do. You ready to be my man, baby boy?" "I'll be anything you want me to be." He moved closer to her and pleasantly surprised to see his cock was still close to fully hard. How couldn't it be with his topless mother in front of him? A mother who jerked him off while telling him how she used to pose for men's magazines and got off on it. Who confessed to being wet when men took her picture and now got even more worked up when her son did it. Who had started a twitter feed to masturbate to young men wishing they were her son

I protested. "Why shouldn't I? You are an adult now. There is absolutely nothing wrong with us discussing matters of that nature," she replied, letting out a soft chuckle. Mom's demeanor made it seem as though she regarded me as one of her high-society socialite friends, someone she could casually gossip with about bedroom antics. I recalled a time not too long ago when I had accidentally overheard Mom and her circle sharing explicit stories regarding intimacy with their respective husbands. Back then, viewing such discussions as strictly taboo, I had chosen to immediately distance myself, harboring zero interest in listening.

The question flattened the room. He didn't answer right away. He thought about his mother. Small woman, fierce, who used to tell him stories about wolves that guarded the old world. His grandmother had told her the same stories. Matrilineal. Passed down through women who watched their sons grow strange and didn't have the words to explain it. "I have a son," he said quietly. She blinked. "You have a—"