Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

For hours, about things they’d never really talked about since all this began. Lucas’s hand shook when he admitted he’d never been with a man, never even let himself think about it. Ryan’s voice lowered when he confessed he had, years ago, in college experimented but hadn’t touched another man since because it scared him how much he liked it. Zoe listened, like really listened, and then said the words that broke the dam. “So what if we all touch each other? What if we figure this out together?”

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

It was time to let the cat out of the bag. What we had was nothing short of a taboo — an ethically and morally complicated relationship. A mentor and a student with an almost 20-year age gap, both adult men, both public figures, both married, yet entangled in something physical, something forbidden. It wasn’t just scandalous; it was dangerous. Because in the eyes of the Williams family, this wasn’t simply a mistake — it was a sin greater than any crime. To them, murder, betrayal, even brutality could be justified, excused, swept under the rug.

I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs. My pants were soaked, my cock aching and throbbing inside my shorts, leaking pre-cum against the fabric. A heavy wave of guilt crashed over me instantly. I sat on the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. How could I dream about something I’d claimed to hate so much? I spent the next hour trying to ignore the heat pooling in my blood, but the curiosity was a sickness. I pulled up my phone, researching sex clubs, power dynamics, and the exact things I’d seen in that room. The more I read, the more I realized my anger hadn't been about disgust, it had been about fear of how much I actually wanted it.

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.

Could tell when I was upset before I said anything. At the time, I'd made excuses. Good lighting. Good genes. Just being attentive. But now, with distance and clarity, it all seemed wrong. Off. Impossible, even. I pulled out my laptop and opened a new private browser window. Then I hesitated. This was crazy. I was being crazy. But I couldn't help it. I needed to understand. Needed to know if there was more to this than just a sick obsession. I typed into the search bar: What does "mate" mean in relationships