Taboo Moms Novels & Stories

Tabitha shot us one last glare before hastening away. "Go, chase your master," Mom's taunt didn't dent my ego. I could chase Tabitha around all day and not get tired of it. "Please, stop! You do realize we're asking a lot from her, right? We're lucky she isn't throwing hands at us already." As those words escaped my lips, my mother shook her head at me in disbelief. “If you don't hold her tongue now, she will cross all her boundaries and make you her little bitch,” I knew my mother would start complaining soon. She only liked Tabitha because she wanted Carena to be out of my life but now she was growing impatient with Tabi as well.

(Sexual Content) Toffe I was looking for a special gift for Elena, she was coming over to talk about what happened back then when she left. Something was not adding up, if she had told me she was pregnant, I would never let her leave. I was in a jewelry store when I picked up a familiar scent outside, I walked out of the store and saw my daughter Tabbie talking to a guy I didn't know. She was eighteen but he was not and I walked over, she turned around and said, "Dad," and he froze up before she hugged me. I needed that, I smelled her hair missing my baby girl, and linked her, "I love you," and she said, "I'm moving back, I love you too, I am so sorry, Dad," and I was happy to hear it. I tol

The risk made everything hotter. Mom stayed home more often now. She noticed nothing. But every second felt dangerous. My heart raced all the time. I pushed harder. I wanted to see how far we could go. One afternoon Mom took a phone call in her office. The door was closed. Frank worked in the living room. I walked over to him. I wore a loose skirt. No panties. I dropped to my knees between his legs while he sat on the couch. “Lauretta,” he whispered. “She is right upstairs.”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

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

Thanks to frequent soaks in medicinal hot springs, even her feet were as fair as jade, with a hint of pink, like peeled lychees. This pose showcased her best features, deadly sexy. Derek swallowed hard, recalling what they'd done last night in the cornfield——the most primal and thrilling of acts. "Tabitha..." Derek's mouth went dry. Tabitha turned to see the predatory look in his eyes. Though they were parents to four kids and had been through so much, Tabitha still acted like a girl, shy and self - conscious. Sometimes she'd subconsciously cover up and then realize she was being too prudish.

He stopped that train of thought. There was no way she could want him. This was just another part of the midlife thing she was going through, trying to get attention and affirmations that she was hot. But why the taboo captions and mention of him? She could post these pictures simply as a 'hot milf' and people would be all over her. Craig scrolled down and had to wait a moment for the page to reload. When it did, he blurted out, "Holy shit!" The next tweet wasn't a picture he'd taken, but wished he had. Mom had taken a picture in the mirror with her legs spread, her pussy completely exposed. As he'd wondered yesterday by the pool, his mother's pink pussy was completely smooth.

I ask the dead quiet room. “They should be extinct.” Tara says, her voice quiet. “Wait, I linked my mother, she is coming with urgency.” Oloron is pale and fidgety, mom’s face is set into an angry expression not directed at anyone and aunt Tabatha looks like someone killed her favourite kitten in front of her. I realize she is mindlinking, and it doesn’t take me long to know who.

Tabby hasn’t attempted to make eye contact since she indirectly admitted to being sexually abused by Lorenzo. “The door has multiple locks, and only Lorenzo has the keys.” She explained, gesturing to the front door. Six, the fucker had SIX heavy-duty locks on the door. I’m sure every exit had the same level of security. What a piece of shit. Who treats their packmates like this!? Scum, that’s who—power-hungry scum. “Looks like I should go back and find the keys.” I sighed.

I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow. With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility. I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age. So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.