Son Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

When she looked the following evening, the story was on the same page, but not on the same line. He had looked at it! But how much had he read? The piece of the story on the screen had the mother on her knees in the kitchen while her son held onto her head and fucked her sucking mouth. After he blows his load and she swallows, she says, "Oh, baby, I've wanted to do that for so long!" To which he replies, "Me, too, Mom! Let's go in your bedroom and fuck!" Even if James had not scrolled off the page, he should still have gotten the gist of what his mother was reading about. But would that be enough to break the taboo-ice?

My son smiled at me from behind my eyelids as I drifted to sleep. [[4 ~ Josh]] Try as I may, I couldn't get rid of the taboo thoughts that were lodged in my head that week. I constantly thought about my mom, her breasts, suckling them, tasting her milk. And fucking her. Amidst all that, I thought about fucking my own mother. Trouble was, I didn't feel wrong to think it. Maybe a little twisted and dirty. But not wrong. Unfortunately, thinking about it also brought the consequences I had agreed to earlier.

"Sit down on my lap, Jean, just the way mom was sitting." "But, I can't, she was sitting on . . .your. . .you were doing it to her." "I was fucking her, Aunt Jean, just the way I'm going to fuck you." "N N No. You're not going to ahh fuck me. I'm your Aunt, it's not right to fuck a close relative, there's a law against it." "But that's only because it isn't good to have children, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?"

“You’re his—oh god—” “Say it.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Tell them who’s fucking you.” “Jake’s father—” I moaned, shame burning through me, making everything more intense. “My ex’s dad is—*fuck*—” “That’s right.” He leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “And you love it, don’t you? How wrong this is. How fucked up. The taboo makes you wetter than anything else ever has.”

It was his voice that brought him out of my erotic fantasy. Later, I almost lost my mind when he told me about the sick rules that dad made? Seriously? What kind of rubbish was that?Dad never took mom with her because she was suffering from meningioma. But what the hell? This rumour started spreading about mom being an omega? Well, my mom was not an Omega but a Human. Anyway, I have to end this crap and do what was required of me. I wondered how any parents could be this ruthless to their own blood? “Where the hell are you, Emily?” I mind-linked her but received no response from her.

she said, still disgusted. “Tabitha, you have a lot to learn in this world. How would you like it if others labeled you based on your parents? Like your mother. Isn’t your mother Tammy? The infamous Slammy Tammy. You know she got her name for hosting and leading rough and dirty orgies. She used to like men drilling her in every hole. So, before you judge others by the actions of their family. Remember you too have a family and they are not as innocent as you may think.” I told her before walking off. I was ready to rip Tabitha’s head off. But as I walked away, I could hear the small giggles that sent goosebumps all over my skin and my cock began to swell.

The great capo Giuseppe Lombardi, they will know that no one messes with The son of the mafia queen. It has been twenty years since my parents took us to Mexico. During all this time, we never set foot in Italy again, partly because my mother was afraid someone would harm us once they found out we had returned, and on the other hand, my grandfather also forbade us from going back with the same argument as my mother. In a way, he always supported her both in Italy and in Mexico.

He moved his hand to her pussy, stroking it again, sliding his fingers over the lips and between the labia. He didn’t ask for permission to slide them in, but there was no evidence his Mom was objecting. Instead she kissed him even harder, her own fingers gripping at his back as he digitally penetrated he hole he’d come from eighteen years before. It was moist and warm, like a jungle cave, getting even wetter as he went deeper and harder, driving his digit into her. He could feel her moaning into his mouth as they continued to kiss, her body starting to tremble in excitement; an excitement he felt as well as he got nearer and nearer to breaking that ultimate taboo and fucking his Mom.

This time around, my moan was so loud that it earned a soft chuckle from my mom. Heat rushed to my face at my mom’s reaction, but I was far too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed. I averted my gaze towards the other side of the bed and saw that my mom’s legs were spread wide open as she was getting her pussy eaten by Mr. Frank, and at the same time a pillow had been pressed over her face, a silent means of suppressing my mom’s moans. The sight was taboo and hot, and it made my stomach twist because I was watching my mom get claimed, her legs spread for another man while I was getting claimed by his daughter.