Taboo Incest Sex Novels & Stories

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

Something darker. Evan was a product of his own trauma. He had grown up watching his father abuse women, manipulate and control them with ruthless hands. He had been a victim of violence long before he ever became a perpetrator. He had tried to change, I knew that—he had tried to break free from his father’s twisted legacy. But he couldn’t. His demons had become his own, and now they had consumed him entirely. I could feel the echo of that pain in him, his own warped desire to feel control, to exert dominance. He had never learned how to love. And in the end, that was what he had taken from me—my ability to have children, to build a family of my own.

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

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 drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

"You have done some research it seems." She looked proud of herself. "Remember how much studying I did before we bought my saddle last year? This means a whole lot more to me than that saddle does! Yeah, I've researched." She continued on. "The two main reasons that incest is illegal are religion and genetics." "In the case of religion... not all religions even agree it's wrong! There are many that say it is perfectly acceptable. Besides, neither of us is really religious anyway." "In the case of genetics... It is because of birth defects and higher chance of abnormalities. Well... I definitely don't want to get pregnant. We can be careful, so that doesn't happen."

"We're students of St. Tatiana's. We know how to do things with men. We can pleasure you, Daddy. We're such big sluts." "Biggest," cooed Keily, her voice so breathy as she leaned in and licked my ear. "Don't you want to fuck our tight, young cunts?" "Our tighter assholes," purred Riley. It was her turn to lick my ear while she grabbed my cock. "It's incest!" I gasped. "That's so wrong! I can't do that!" "Sure you can, Daddy," Keily said. "Mmm, I know, why don't we give you a little show? Some girly fun to get your blood boiling."

“Ah ah fuck. Oh my god…too much…ahh” “We’re not even close, this is just a start.” Riven murmured. He started moving the toy in steady thrusts while Jonah held the vibrator firm. “We’re going to take turns, filling every part of you tonight. This is what you get for making us clean up after your ex.” I was already shaking terribly. Moaning higher and screaming with every dual sensation. Jonah leaned in and bit my lower lip. “Look at you. Bound and taking it. We’re going to ruin you, Sloane. And you’re going to thank us for this.”

He had sterilized it, treating her dirty secret like a trophy, presenting it to her like a challenge. “Is this what you need, Skylar?” I wanted to roar across the table, my hand instinctively going to my crotch to adjust the painful bulge. “Is this cold piece of metal what satisfies you? Not the men who would burn for you? Not the cock that’s been hard for you since you turned eighteen?” I felt sick. I felt like a monster. The taboo of it hit me like a physical blow, sharper than the zipper biting into my shaft. She’s twenty-two. I’ve raised her. This is incest. It’s wrong. It’s sick.

And I realized Ethan’s kinks ran deeper than I’d expected. He loved public sex—loved the risk of getting caught. We fucked in bathroom stalls at the mall. In the back rows of nearly empty movie theatres. In a parking garage where anyone could have easily walked in on us. I had no problem with it because the danger made him wetter, made him cling to me harder, made him beg harder! His horizons expanded. We posted an ad online looking for player partners. Eventually, we found a steady partner. His name was Dickson. Dickson was black, built like a heavyweight fighter, and had a cock that made my jaw drop the first time I saw it. Nine inches. Thick as my forearm with veins like tree roots runnin