Taboo Incest Erotica Novels & Stories

“You’re soaked for me already.” His fingers rubbed slow circles over my clit through the fabric while his mouth found my neck, sucking lightly. I whimpered, hips rocking against his hand. “Quiet, baby,” he warned, nipping my earlobe. “The neighbors might hear. And we wouldn’t want anyone knowing how bad the good girl wants her best friend’s father, would we?” The taboo words made me even wetter. He pushed the bikini aside and slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly while his thumb worked my clit.

I'd spent all day going through it myself. The 'E' folder was p**n. Lots and lots and lots of p**n, enough to dwarf even my own comprehensive collection. Unlike mine, though - which had a variety of different fetishes and themes to fit my many different horny teenaged moods - my sister's smut was centered around one specific thing: incest. Brother/sister incest.

I recalled his warm tongue in my pussy and I shattered, moaning so loud I hoped my parents didn't hear me. I rubbed my clit faster, my back arching against the door. My other hand squeezed my breast, pinching my sore nipple. I was so close already. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, my pussy clenching around my fingers as pleasure washed over me. When the orgasm faded, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted myself — tasting the mix of my arousal and Father Lucian’s cum. The act felt so dirty, so wrong and yet I licked my fingers clean, savoring the forbidden flavor.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

I sobbed and moaned his name along with other incomprehensible words as I came harder than before, splashing violent spurts of my load all over the table below me. After I had emptied the last spurts of my load, he suddenly stopped pounding into me. He slipped his dick out and got off the table. He pulled me forward until I was face-to-face with my own cum. Then, he pressed my face into it and made me lick it clean. “No cum stains on my table,” he said before slipping his dick back in and pounding into me again more relentlessly than before as I licked my cum clean off the table. Watching me lick my own cum seemed to tip him over the edge. Soon, he held back a feral growl and exploded, shoot

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

He flattened his tongue and dragged it down to cover my hole. With every second that passed, he became more forceful. He wasn’t gentle. He acted as if he was starved. Like the only way he could sate that hunger was by eating me out. He spit on me several more times, and when he spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his thick, hot, and wet tongue on my most forbidden hole, I lifted my bottom for more. He probed my asshole, pushing his tongue in and out, fucking me in a place that was taboo but not nearly as taboo as willingly and eagerly fucking my uncle.

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

He held something out—a small, dark vial of concentrated herbs, the real reason he’d likely kept the others away. "Fuck," I let out, a choked, broken sound, just as Rox suddenly latched back onto my clit, sucking with a violent, hard pressure that sent a lightning bolt of pure sensation through my core. My hips bucked off the bed, my back arching as the double assault of Eric’s intense gaze and Rox’s hungry mouth pushed me straight toward a shattering peak. I opened my mouth as Eric commanded, my breath hitching as the bitter, earthy liquid from the vial hit my tongue. It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs.

Licking her lips, Janice settled her pussy over the vanity table. It was a little weird, yes, but ever since her husband forbade her from having toys, Janice had had to be creative with how she got herself off. She’d discovered from reading a smut book that rubbing your pussy on the edge of the table could get you off even faster. And that was what she was going to do. Hiking one leg up, she pressed herself against the cool rounded edge and started rocking slowly. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her breasts.