Novel & Cerita Mother Son Taboo Stories

And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t

Juliette asked, forcing herself to sound happy. “I’ll tell you tonight, but I can’t believe you haven’t met him. You know we met at that catering event you did for my law firm? He is a client of the company. But a completely different section, of course. You know I wouldn’t do anything like that!” Her mother took propriety very seriously. Juliette had never known her to tell a single lie. Not even a little white lie. She believed in truth and had raised her daughter to behave likewise. Of course, her mother wouldn’t do anything unethical. So, how had she raised a daughter who would sleep with her boss? Even if the boss was incredibly hot.

His arrival would serve as a hard slap in the faces of all these idiots. Seeing my silence, they assumed I was scared. Candice, ever so eager to pounce at any chance to mock, charged forward again. "Mr. Hoffman, just look at how shameless this pair of mother and daughter is. First, the brat claims you're the dad, and now the mom's putting on a mysterious act. "They have utterly rotten morals. If we don't teach them a lesson, it'll tarnish our kindergarten's reputation if words get out!" Harvey straightened his tie and assumed a cold bearing.

"Mom told me not to tell you she still had money! She said you two are asking for more! Now look at this. She's pretending to be poor, and you two are already tearing each other apart." Those words stunned both Ryan and Victor. They immediately turned on each other again. "You told Mom to hide her money from us, didn't you?" The neighbors shook their heads, whispering among themselves. One of them clicked their tongue and remarked, "What's with these three? Their mom is hospitalized, and they're here arguing." "It's obviously about money. Susan must have some savings. Otherwise, they wouldn't be arguing out in the streets, would they?" "I bet that's the case. Kids don't turn out like this fo

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

"I wanted to make an indirect statement worth considering. To be direct with you, I know of a mother who fell in love with her son knowing fully well he was her son. The son also knew she was his mother. They were both Mexicans. Popular in the past for their incestual act. Their faces looked innocent as they expressed their love for each other, kissing and fondling each other in public. People mocked them. Authorities questioned them and threatened to put them in jail. Yet, they still loved themselves. So, I asked some homosexual couples how they felt about the woman and her son's love. Over 80% said it was disgusting. What is disgusting about it? I pressed. 'It is disgusting,' they said. 'A

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

We were there because Dad was missing… a beta in the kingdom who deserved better. But Mom was grinning from ear to ear, she looked around the mansion like a kid in a candy store, eyes shining at the expensive paintings and furniture. She had become so materialistic lately, always talking about the things we couldn’t afford, always wanting more. That night was full of ugly moments I still hated remembering. The way Mom laughed too loudly at the King’s jokes, the annoying way she waved at Ryder, a boy barely older than her daughter, and the way she kept touching the silverware like she was already imagining owning it.

Nova’s hips jerked off the desk,she gripped Elias’s white shirt so hard that she heard the threads rip under her fingers. He watched her struggle, a dark, pleased smile on his lips,he loved seeing her try to stay quiet. "I am... fine, Mom," Nova gasped, her voice shaking violently,she closed her eyes tight as Elias moved his fingers faster, pushing her right to the edge. "Maya just... she just told a funny joke,we were running up the stairs." "Well, do not stay out too late," her mother said. "It is dangerous at night." "I know... Mom. I will... be home soon," Nova choked out.

“Slower coming back up. Yeah, just like that.” Her tongue moved around the shaft while she took more of me in, her full tits pressing soft against my thighs through that thin top. Those wet little sounds filled the room — quiet but so damn filthy. I kept listening for any noise in the hallway, heart racing because her mom could walk by any moment. Footsteps creaked on the wooden floor just outside the door. Someone — sounded like Dad — called out about loading the last bags. I froze, hand tightening slightly in her hair, but Lara only took me deeper, eyes locked on mine.