Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

He ragingly dropped the pillow he held on the bed, and grabbed her up from the bed. “Muha, I need you. My dick hurts so bad and your mother and I are not on good terms. ” He shameless itched it right in front of her. She turned on the light to see that he had an erected penis, but still, that was not normal. Muha turned away from his stick and shook her head. It was not right for a daughter to have sex with her father nor the other way round. It was a taboo to the mother earth and she could strike her dead.

“I’m not sorry I did. You looked… overwhelmed. In a good way, I mean. Or a frustrated way. Both, maybe.” I let out a small laugh, embarrassed but honest. “Frustrated is right. The shift, the way you touched my waist at the charting station… it got to me. My ex used to get weird about me masturbating. Said it made him feel optional. So I stopped doing it around him. Last night I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He nodded slowly, like he was turning that over. “I get it….” The elevator jerked suddenly. The lights flickered, went out, then the emergency ones came on with that dull reddish glow. We stopped moving. Completely.

Still, once undressed, she crawled into bed beside me, and after a brief reassurance that she was beautiful, we both fell asleep. Tabitha learned, as Cassie had not long ago, that I am very gropy in my sleep. It wasn't something that had ever afflicted me with past lovers - not that they'd told me, at least, and I had to imagine they would. Must just be the company.

She smirked as they both led her to the bed and worshipped her with their hands, tongues and ultimately with their dicks, fucking her over and over until she lost the count and fell into a cock induced coma. ---- Tabby

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.

Isabella inquired. She wanted to know that she wouldn’t be arrested for what she was about to say because despite not being a law student, she was unaware if sleeping with one’s stepfather was a punishable crime. ‘Besides, all I know is that sleeping with one’s stepfather is considered a taboo and not right in any way.’ Isabella mused inwardly. Doctor Aubrey noticed the worried look on Isabella’s face and tried to calm her with a warm smile.

Breaking Point💦🫦 Lauren’s breathing was soft and steady on the other side of the bed, but Tyler didn’t care. He had me on my back on his side of the marital bed, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock buried deep inside me. He moved slow and deliberate, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips, while his sleeping wife lay less than three feet away. “Quiet, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “Don’t wake her.”

I wasn’t supposed to touch myself. That was Daddy’s number one rule. And I broke it. Like the greedy, needy, disobedient little slut I am. I had my thighs wide open under the covers last night, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Thinking he wouldn’t hear my moans echoing off the walls while I pressed my fingers into my soaking cunt and whispered his name like a prayer. I thought I was quiet. I thought I got away with it. But Daddy doesn’t miss a thing.

My eyes widened, and my heart raced quicker as if warning me when I saw Tabitha seated on the couch playing with her phone while Andrew sat in his chair. “Can’t you sleep?” Andrew asked, looking away from the documents in his hand to me. I looked at Andrew and Tabitha alternately. Suspicion gripped my chest tightly. “Why is Tabitha in your room?” "She couldn't sleep. She was thinking about her ex-girlfriend who died in the war," Andrew said. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. Tabitha shook her head and smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You go to sleep. I’ll sleep after I finish my work,” Andrew said, assuring me he would sleep with me.

Chapter 3: MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD IS BREEDING ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE WHILE HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER SLEEP UPSTAIRS The sleepover at Sophie’s house feels normal on the surface. We gossip, paint our nails, watch trashy movies, and laugh like the best friends we’ve always been. But underneath my innocent smile, my pussy is still throbbing from Professor Langdon’s cum drying on my thighs earlier. I’m addicted now. The riskier, the filthier, the better.