Real Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

And the next hour was filled with a deep conversation. Tom admitted he didn’t know if he was bisexual or not. He’d never acted on anything like this before, but he’d had fantasies of watching Janice get fucked by other men. He’d buried them deep because he was terffied she’d think he was weak or sick…or even worse…a pervert. Remembering all the nasty smut she reads, Janice could only smile internally, telling him to never feel ashamed of his sexual fantasies or kink. It was normal and he could have trusted her over these years so they could talk about it.

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

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I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.