Taboo Mom Novels & Stories

Annabelle reacted quickly and said, "I was just talking to your dad about a TV show plot. This TV show has been really outrageous lately, with all sorts of nonsense being portrayed. It's not something kids can watch, it's too bloody." "Mom, you can't kill people, killing is against the law," Jenna mumbled. Annabelle was instantly startled when she heard it, and she quickly touched her daughter's head. "How is it possible, Mom is the most shining person, she even can't bear to step on a little ant." Mom was very gentle, Helena was the meanest, I think Joseph

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

Back in full control, my attention was drawn to Mom. She froze with her hand in the air. Dad was gripping onto his glass, his eyes stuck on Kayla in bewilderment. “What? Is it a taboo to speak about his mate or what?” Silence filled the room, all eyes on Kayla, who was more focused on her plate than the shock wave she released. No one answered. At least not immediately, simply digesting the audacity we already knew she had. Mom blinked for a moment and then cleared her throat. “Uhm, that is a topic we really don’t speak on.”

[ WILLOW’S POV ] "Please, Mum, today is the full moon! You can’t just send me out there. You know how tonight is, the male wolves will be everywhere, satisfying their ruts one way or another." "I don’t care, Willow. You need to get me the mogo herb. Look at your sister; she’s sick and only that herb can stabilize her," Mum snapped. I looked over at Ezra. She was lying on the couch with a faint smirk dancing on her lips. I knew she wasn’t sick; she was faking it just to destroy me, yet Mum fell for it every time.

"She'll come back. She won't leave me behind." I knew that Mom was in denial and refused to face reality. It wasn't that she couldn't accept that I was gone. What she couldn't bring herself to do was admit that she was wrong. She refused to accept that she had killed her own daughter because she prioritized her reputation above all else and was obsessed with avoiding ridicule.

the cat said, and I shook my finger at him. "And you ... you ... you ... you'd better stop that!" I told him. "No talking cats allowed!" "You may be right, Mr. Tibbs," Shelly said with a sigh, "but he's the father of my child." "You should have used a condom, dear," Mom told me, and that was just perfect! Ohhhh..." I blinked my eyes and felt better than I had earlier. "I gave you some of my Valium," Mom said. "How do you feel?"

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

He firmly hid his throbbing dick inside his pants, slowly composed himself, and then violently ran his fingers through his hair to comb it. "You’re a nuisance, Uncle," Henry snapped. "Why do you have to interfere between me and my stepmom?" Roberto took a deep breath, his eyes remaining fixed on Henry. "Don’t play games, Henry. Especially with Sol. She is very different from the women you met in Europe. She has nothing to do with your anger toward your father." Henry let out a sarcastic laugh. He looked up at the sky and then turned back to the lawyer with a look of mockery.

I came silently once, thighs trembling, smiling at Mom when she asked if the food was okay. The afternoon brought the closest call yet. Our parents decided to watch an old family photo album in the living room. Damien and I sat on the loveseat, a blanket over our laps. His hand stayed busy the entire time, fingers slowly fucking my pussy, thumb pressing the base of the plug, occasionally circling my clit. I came three times during the hour, biting my lip bloody, body shaking under the blanket while Mom pointed out childhood pictures of us together. The taboo of it all, looking at innocent photos of us as kids while my stepbrother fingered my pregnant cunt, pushed me into a headspace of pure