Taboo Mother And Son Novels & Stories

Just like my mother, spreading her legs for another man while pretending to love us, producing a bastard child on the side and expecting me to swallow the betrayal with a smile. Roxy seemed to understand me better, coming up with the bet, She was one of the few people who knew what had happened with my mother. She too had been through her own kind of hell. Her father abandoning her and her mother while she was still battling an illness, leaving Roxy to watch the woman who raised her slowly fall apart. She knew where my hatred came from, why I couldn't stand the thought of my father bringing another woman into our lives, and unlike everyone else, she never tried to change my mind. If anything

“ I'm very sorry for not informing you about another guest but since you two are brothers I don't think you should be inconvenienced with each other, right?“ The announcer asked and Maverick just gave her a nod with a light smile and I could sense he's getting uncomfortable. The program began again and Maverick was doing quite alright until that Baboon stopped him, saying he got a question. “ Actually, my question is ; I have a very close friend and he had something called Azoospermia since birth but surprisingly, he suddenly became a father of two kids; a boy and a girl. Is it possible for such to happen in the medical line?” “That son of a bitch!” I yelled out loud as I couldn't contain my

When Benji's funeral was over, I headed to the hospital right away. Rosalind Lane's son, Kenneth Young, resided in a VIP ward. His arm was bandaged, and he could be seen chatting with Rosalind and Joshua animatedly. Joshua's expression crashed instantly the moment he saw me. He hurried out of the ward afterward. "Who told you to come here? Kenny's condition has just stabilized! Don't cause trouble for us, now!" "Joshua Tucker, your son is dead, and yet all you care about is another woman's son!" I roared at Joshua hysterically, earning shocked looks from Rosalind and Kenneth.

“I see the two of you. You’re like… very polite business partners. You share a space. You make decisions. But I’ve never seen you touch each other. Not really. I’ve never heard you laugh at anything that wasn’t superficial irony.” The observation hit him like a punch to the stomach. It was precise. It was raw. “Love… matures. It transforms into other things. Respect. Companionship.” “Companionship?” She let out a short, humorless laugh. “Leon, my father—the biological one—was an idiot. A failed, drunken artist. But he and my mother devoured each other. They fought, screamed, broke plates, and then locked themselves in the bedroom for hours. It was noisy, it was sick, it was alive. What you h

There was this park, about 10 minutes' walk from our house where I usually take our dog for a walk in the evening and sometimes early in the morning. This morning, I was all dressed up and had Rocky, our dog on a collar and leash, ready to take him to the park when my mum suddenly told me not to go there ever again. “Why?” I asked, confused. “Because dirty old men hang around the toilets in the park, trying to get young boys to do disgusting things with them.” “Mum…” I gave her a look that screamed there was no way she could be serious about that. “You can’t possibly believe that. Who told you?”

Dear Diary, It’s been a crazy month. Now, Living under the same roof as my father and his new wife, Lizzy, is like living in a pressure cooker. My father is a powerful man. He’s rich, he’s cold, and he doesn’t care about rules. He and Lizzy have a deal. They can sleep with whoever they want. It’s an "open marriage," they call it. But I’m not part of the deal. I’m just ShaQuan. I’m the son who is supposed to look the other way while they bring strangers into our home. But today, the walls felt too thin. Today, the games they play finally reached my bedroom door.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

[ 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.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

The universe had to be cackling somewhere. Taboo didn’t even begin to cover it, this was straight-up forbidden tragedy p**n. I’d be the mafia’s favorite dirty joke forever... the “pure” bride who got railed and knocked up by her father-in-law before she even kissed the groom. Hilarious in the worst way. Sad as hell. I wanted to scream, laugh, disappear all at once. I scrambled back on the cold floor, heart hammering, “No… stay back…” He moved closer anyway, and squatted beside me again, inhaling deep against my belly, like he was claiming territory. His face hardened further, certainty carving into stone.