Taboo Aunt Novels & Stories

"Your real name is Caelum Hugh. You were just one of over a dozen kids Aunt Natasha funded from a young age. "When you were kids, you all did call her 'Mom', but as you grew older, a few of you boys started harboring evil motives. You wanted to be her kept godsons, which completely ruined her marriage. "She had no choice but to issue a public statement announcing that she was single and childless. The boys faced full legal consequences, and from that day onward, she banned everyone from ever calling her 'Mom' again."

Kallum's fingers were playing with my back, it was distracting. "Aunt developed an ovarian cyst. She had torsion or twisting of the ovary." He answered. "I feel bad for her." "Don't be," Kazimir replied softly, "because she's not. Aunt's a beautiful soul. She loves all the children in the pack. She has many children from different parents." He chuckled. "Besides, she became a mother through us." Kallum was now playing his fingers with the ribbon on my nightie. A very clear gesture of his wild intention.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

I quickly looked away, disliking how fast it was beating the longer I gazed at him. “She isn’t a big fan of cheese, and she hates sleeping on the right side of the bed for some reason. She doesn’t like scary movies and keeps a good distance from any fire—even a candle. And don’t let her take too long hot baths. She likes the feeling of being choked in the steam room…” My aunt continued listing my likes and dislikes, and I shook my head, covering my face with a hand again while Roman listened intently. My uncle intervened, clearly seeing how it was affecting me, wrapping an arm around my aunt and bringing her closer. She chuckled happily.

I heard my name, who else would call me late at night It's already 11:00 in the night Aunt Claire is my dad immediate sister After he died when I was just 10,she took over everything including my dad's company and investment His lands and houses weren't excluded too Instead of her to make life easier for me She tortured me in every way she can She maltreated me She beats me up at regular interval Have leave everything to fate Even aunt Claire daughter *Anabelle* Ella for short was of no good She added to my fresh wound by making me her maid in school or any where we go She introduced me to her friends as her maids I sometimes think of commiting suicide but suicide isn't an option, I have to

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

I never got married, never had children, and wasted the best years of my life. It wasn't because I didn't have feelings or couldn't fall in love. It was because I was afraid. I was afraid that if I started my own family, I'd end up neglecting her or putting her second. Yet none of that mattered to Aunt Leah. To her, it was only natural that I made these sacrifices. I deserved to be judged if I didn't. Then there was my cousin—her "precious" daughter, Camila Simpson. The year Aunt Leah lost her leg, Camila took off for an exchange program overseas and stayed there for 15 years.

But it seems she forgot to clear the tab last night. Right in front of me, was the exact kind of p**n I used to watch. The kind that always feel too shameful, so I never watch them on anywhere aside my phone. ‘Hot teen shows his older aunt how to ride a real man’s cock.’ ‘Naughty older aunt gets pounded into the bed by her younger nephew.’ ‘Young teen dominates and ruins older woman’s pussy.’ The p**n titles were all similar to the kind of p**n I was very much into.

As I finished I looked at my aunt who was sipping on her tea with her little pinky poking out . She sensed my questioning gaze and her eyes flickered “ I and your mother just don’t want you to be our family’s embarrassment, I mean imagine the shame if he knocked you up and refused to take responsibility .” “ and why exactly do you think that ?” Though I knew what was going in her head , I still couldn’t believe that this woman being my own biological aunt could be this petty and narrow minded “ you mean to say that Jacob might dump me after he gets me pregnant is that it ? Well hate to break it to you I’m on birth control and always have been , even if he dumped me it won’t be because of a b

"Are you alone at home?" "Um... yes, yes, my aunt... She went out to do something related to her work..." I replied, stuttering. Aunt Julie was probably in one of the underground betting shops right now, spending all the money she had taken from me—that money Jason had given to me—but I wasn't going to tell him that. I wasn't going to tell him that my aunt had an addiction to behaviors such as drinking and gambling. What if he was disgusted with me for this?