Taboo Incest Erotica Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light in my room glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight, hairy small cunt. He watched how my face scrunched up with pleasure as my thumb brushed against my clit. We stayed like that, just watching the other, pleasuring ourselves:- the sexy, totally forbidden and unbelievably taboo act. With my legs quietly widely apart, I fingered myself faster and faster, feeling my own desire drip down my fingers from my small slit and my clit buzzing as my thumb flitted across it. My stepuncle cock looked even bigger then, and his face flushed bright red as he shuttled his hand up down his enor

She struggled inwardly, her hands pushing at his chest half-heartedly, but her legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, pulling him tighter. “Aaron, please… stop,” she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction. He rocked his hips again, grinding his erection harder against her p^ussy, the denim rough against her lace, creating friction that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her clit swelled under the assault, pulsing with need. Why does it feel so good? she wondered, guilt twisting like a knife. He’s family—step or not. This is incestuous, sinful. But f^uck that pressure… it’s making me wetter. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body arching toward him despite her men

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

☆ Taboo and forbidden themes: Incest (brother/sister, father/daughter, mother/son, family orgies), pseudo-incest, step-family relations, age-gap relationships (legal adults only), teacher/student, boss/employee, power imbalance, authority figures, religious blasphemy, cheating/adultery, dubcon (dubious consent), noncon (non-consent) fantasies, coercion, blackmail, manipulation, kidnapping, captivity, slavery, and mind-break scenarios. ☆ Dark and intense psychological elements: Dubious consent turning into enthusiastic consent, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, ruined orgasms, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, objectification, dehumanization, monster/alien/creature

A damaged young man finds his sister, hope, and love. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Please note that violent abuse is a key part of this work. It is briefly described at the beginning of the story and discussed several times by its characters. Thank you, as always, for reading. ------------------- Murder ----------------

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

She was sitting at the counter pretending to sip coffee when Aria leaned down to grab something from the cabinet, her hand sneaking under the table to brush up Lena’s bare thigh. Lena nearly choked on her coffee. "Jesus," she hissed under her breath. Aria just shot her a wicked little smile and stood up like nothing happened. Evan didn’t notice a thing. Too busy arguing with the toaster. Lena’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. Heat pooled between her legs all over again. She was going to lose her damn mind. And she loved it. Their secret, delicious and dangerous, humming between them like a live wire. Every glance. Every accidental touch. Their little secret. And Lena couldn’t wait to bre

And here I was, hiding the most intense connection of my life right beside my father. The conversation moved on, but the tension in my body only grew. Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath the table. A moment later, his fingers brushed my bare knee where my sundress had ridden up. I froze, every nerve ending lighting up. He traced slow, lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass, hidden by the long tablecloth. My pulse thundered in my ears. When his fingertips reached the soft skin of my inner thigh, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. Heat pooled low in my belly. I was already soaked, embarrassingly so. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the thin fabric o

He looked dangerous and irresistible at the same time. “These books contain ancient erotic magic,” he warned, his midnight eyes locked on mine. “Every story can be brought to life. The pleasure you’ll feel will be real. Absolutely real. But staying too long comes with a price.” “I don’t believe you,” I breathed and stepped back from him, even as heat bloomed low in my stomach. Lucian reached out to me slowly, His fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist just the lightest touch. I get an intense pleasure that explodes through my body like liquid fire. My knees buckled instantly.

“I want you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum while Mom’s right there.” The dirty words made him grind harder. He shoved two fingers back into my cunt while his cock rubbed my clit relentlessly. The dual sensation — his thick fingers stretching me and his fat cockhead grinding my clit — sent me spiraling into a third orgasm. This one was shattering. My pussy clamped down on his fingers, squirting again as my whole body convulsed. I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. Waves of dark, taboo pleasure crashed through me, leaving my cunt swollen, dripping, and aching for his cock.