Son And Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

"Mom, Dad... I broke up with Feign." The clinking of silverware stopped dead, I swallowed down, not just the food but my fear of what their reaction would be. I swayed my legs beneath the table anxiously, thinking of what mom might say next. My mother's head snapped up. Her eyes, the same color as mine but always so much colder, turned narrow. "You broke up with Feign?" she asked, her voice too calm. Mom’s voice was always calm; she never raised her voice, not under any circumstance. It was always what she taught me and my siblings to keep calm and collected no matter what, showing any other emotion was a sign of weakness and vulnerability. Even as kids we weren’t allowed to get scared, whet

Betraying his mother had not been easy, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Margret. He hesitated before answering. "Hello?" Her voice was calm—too calm. "My son. Are you happy now?" Benson swallowed hard. "Mom, you forced my hand." Margret chuckled darkly. "Did I? Or did you simply choose the winning side?" Benson closed his eyes. "What do you want?" Margret sighed dramatically. "To talk. That’s all. Can’t a mother talk to her son?"

“I’m not letting this go! I’m pressing charges for intentional harm and defamation!” Shannon’s face paled even further, and she clung to Jeremy’s arm in desperation. Jeremy’s expression darkened, and he lowered his voice, hissing at me. “Elle, stop this! Making this public won’t be good for any of us!” “Stop this?” I was so enraged I laughed. “Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!”

Fuck, I’m twenty-two, and missing my fiance. Mom sighed and rubbed her forehead. “You’re all over eighteen, so I can’t tell you not to do anything.” Dad, who was sitting in an armchair watching the show, decided to chime in. “You can have sex here, if you’re engaged to your paramore. I do not want Harry to kill either of my sons.” “Yes,” Mom said, gesturing to Dad. “That’s it exactly.” She didn’t notice Rina streak down the stairs and to the kitchen in her furry glory.

I scream out, but he covers my mouth with his and drowns out my scream with his warm tongue as he kisses me. His teeth graze against my bottom lip and I’m moaning into his hot mouth. There’s an urgency as he moves his lips against mine while keeping his free hand around my throat. An urgency and a rush of hunger that I never knew I needed. And then suddenly he pulls his hand from in between my thighs and breaks our kiss abruptly before sitting back on the bed. My heart sinks again. “I can't. Fuck! I shouldn't have. This is Taboo." He hastily stood, running the other hand which held my throat in his hair. “Let's not do this again Leila." His fists clenched as he stared into my eyes with a gla

"What's the matter? Did I say it wrong?" he asked. "Did you call my mom... Mom?" she asked in a mutter. "We're already married. Your mother is my mother. Is it wrong for me to call her Mom?" he asked with amusement. There was... nothing wrong with it, but she had always thought that the word ‘Mom’ was taboo for him. It was because his mother's existence had hurt him.

“He’s… not real, right? But I can see him. I’ve heard you sometimes… scream late at night. Moaning, gasping. I thought you were watching something sexual and masturbating, but this… please Can I… touch him?” Lucian looked at me, he got furious and aroused. “You brought her here? Into my world, without my consent??” “She won’t tell anyone Lucian ,” I said quickly, my voice damn shaking. Lucian’s angry face was scary. “Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?”

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.

Hippie grandma brings shy grandson out of his shell. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy ******* Frustrated with her son's shyness, Sonja called her brother for advice. "Russ, remember how shy you were in high school?" she asked. "Yeah, it was crippling. Why?"