Porn Mom Son Taboo Novels & Stories

My clit was swollen and throbbing, every brush of water against it sending sparks of need straight to my core. Yeah… I was definitely horny. Sighing in defeat, I turned off the shower, dried myself quickly, and walked back to the bed completely naked. The cool sheets felt good against my heated skin as I lay down, but they did nothing to dull the fire burning inside me. I rubbed my little baby bump gently, feeling the pup energy shift and flutter beneath my palm. “Dear baby,” I whispered into the darkness, voice soft and frustrated, “can you stop making Mommy so horny? You know I can’t fuck my husband … and the man you seem to want is taboo for me. Your father is a huge taboo for me.”

Carl tried to divert the boy's attention and even lifted him from the chair to bring to his room. "Papa Cawl(Carl) and Theo watch pown(porn)?" the boy curiously asked with his expectant look. Carl stared at his glaring mother before he looked around and saw everyone's warning look. "Porn is not for babies, it is for old men with beards. Papa Carl doesn't want to watch porn. Papa Carl is not an old man, papa Carl has no beard" Carl tried to retract what he said earlier which made Theo more confused. The boy stared at him with his knitted brows.

He is wearing a bandage across his nose where my fist had landed a strong punch last night. I sit behind my desk, my face showing my displeasure. “Hi, Dad,” says Joe. “It’s good to see you not drunk huh,” I reply, sarcastically. I genuinely thought Joe’s history of alcohol and drug abuse is behind us. His teenage and college years were the worst periods of our life. Last night was just a small preview. Even if Avery knows the truth, I’m pretty sure she does not know the full story. Joe’s still my son, despite everything, and I don’t want to ruin his wedding by revealing the history of years he spent in rehab.

“Been watching you avoid us for years. Knew it was because you’re a dirty little slut deep down. Spread those legs wider. Let me see how bad you need family cock.” My walls clench hard around my fingers. Shame floods my face, but it blends with the heat and pushes me higher. This is so fucked up. He is your father-in-law. Mark’s dad. Yet the taboo makes my clit throb even more. I rub faster, thighs trembling.

She says. I get Taboo, the one about the mother and son incest, and put it in the DVD player. As we watch the sexual tension build between the mother and son in the video, we're matching the sexual tension in our living room. Just sitting next to my mom on the couch, watching a p**n video has made my cock rock solid. I watch mom's nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of her bra, making bumps on her t-shirt. "Why do you like this video, mom?" I ask her, as I adjust my bulge inside my pants.

She says. I get Taboo, the one about the mother and son incest, and put it in the DVD player. As we watch the sexual tension build between the mother and son in the video, we're matching the sexual tension in our living room. Just sitting next to my mom on the couch, watching a p**n video has made my cock rock solid. I watch mom's nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of her bra, making bumps on her t-shirt. "Why do you like this video, mom?" I ask her, as I adjust my bulge inside my pants.

Technically her new step child was still a sophomore in high school as Karen's expression became amused, aroused, and almost angry at finding such graphic evidence of their taboo family secret writtenin her stepson's handwriting. Karen made a mental note to give her boy toy a stern lecture about being careful with their taboo secret from the rest of the world once she saw him again. The kinky stepmom was a voracious nympho and curious about her teenager's perception of her as she read her special boy's first story of their taboo deeds recorded in the journal.

Uncle Dean laughed as he hugged his wife from behind. "Dad.... There's an ocean." I hissed as I turned my back to him. At Mama Kea's house, Papa and Uncle Dean would casually investigate me. Even though they said they had nothing to do with Rena, they insisted on talking about the dirty talk about pee and sex aids that were caught. How annoying. Karin also added to the problem by showing me the video of me with Rena that time, because I didn't go out with her. Rena walked away toward the glass wall with Samudra. Their absurd conversation seemed more interesting than being in the middle of parents talking about taboo subjects.

The boys my age were clumsy, selfish, and rushed, finishing in minutes and leaving me frustrated. Big Zaddy took his time. He made the denial delicious, the edging feel like sweet torture. He made the release feel like worship. And God, I craved it more every single day, even as the guilt gnawed at me. What if Dad found out? What if this was some married guy? I’m turning into exactly the kind of girl Mom would worry about. I finally ended the call after a few more soft praises from him.

Marcus was in his swim trunks, laughing loudly at a story about his boss, while I sat on the edge of a lounger, dangling my feet in the water. "Man, your stepdad is loaded," Marcus said, looking around the sprawling backyard with appreciation. "How's it living here with him?" "Tense," I murmured, taking a sip of my beer. "He’s... very strict." "Yeah? Well, you always did have a thing for authority figures," Marcus teased. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping as he smiled. "Though, I gotta admit, I've missed you, Olise." Before I could reply, the distinct sound of heavy footsteps on the stone patio echoed through the yard.