Taboo Mother And Son Novels & Stories

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

"Do you... think about it too?" Uncle Kilton swallowed hard. "Every damn night, baby girl." His hand lifted like he wanted to touch me but he held back, just brushing his fingers lightly against my arm. The touch sent electricity through me. He let out a heavy breath and looked away. "Jojo... this is wrong. Your mother is my sister, what kind of man am I if I do this? It feels like abomination, I don't think I can..." "Daddy you can." The dirty words lipped my lips as I even closer until my body was almost touching his. "It's forbidden... I know that. But I don't care, I want you. All of your cock in me"

“You’re his—oh god—” “Say it.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Tell them who’s fucking you.” “Jake’s father—” I moaned, shame burning through me, making everything more intense. “My ex’s dad is—*fuck*—” “That’s right.” He leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “And you love it, don’t you? How wrong this is. How fucked up. The taboo makes you wetter than anything else ever has.”

It doesn’t make sense, and something doesn’t feel right. And I mean something other than me being possibly sentenced to death. Tabatha slowly shakes her head. I’m sitting behind her but can imagine the way her eyes are narrowing. The flames around us intensify again. “My son,” she starts, speaking through gritted teeth, “is possessed by a demon.” The council behind Ruth gasps, and Ruth herself looks stunned. Ruby’s hand flies to her mouth and she inches to the edge of her chair, staring at Tabatha and looking like she might burst into tears.

Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me. "Gavin." She moans softly and this time I do groan unable to stop myself. Fuck my name sounds so sexy coming out of her mouth. I look around quickly to see where Grant is, he's at the other end of the pool, floating on one of those blow up mat things. Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this. This is his sister, my son's sister.

When she looked the following evening, the story was on the same page, but not on the same line. He had looked at it! But how much had he read? The piece of the story on the screen had the mother on her knees in the kitchen while her son held onto her head and fucked her sucking mouth. After he blows his load and she swallows, she says, "Oh, baby, I've wanted to do that for so long!" To which he replies, "Me, too, Mom! Let's go in your bedroom and fuck!" Even if James had not scrolled off the page, he should still have gotten the gist of what his mother was reading about. But would that be enough to break the taboo-ice?

The man was shameless! Laughing, Atlas lifts a hand and gently tugs my hand away, then kisses my palm. Eyes widening, I watch as Aiden and Duncan take us in with looks of disbelief. "Don’t touch my mommy!" Aiden yells. "Um… maybe I should…" Duncan begins, but stops as Atlas stands and takes Aiden from him. "Leave." "I think that’s a good idea," Atlas agrees. "There’s a lot that I need to discuss with my son."

"We just have to be careful." Martin closed his eyes, a muscle feathering in his jaw as he fought for breath. "There are new rules, Javed. If we do this... if we cross this line... it stays behind closed doors. Nobody can know. Especially not my son." "I agree," Javed murmured, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of Martin's jaw.

It’s real. I’m not safe anymore, how can I be when the bond is no longer seen as sacred but forbidden? It’s not even that, how many forbidden’s does there need to be? The fated bond is forbidden. He’s my mother's husband, which is forbidden. He’s older than me, which makes it forbidden. Then, to top it all off, he’s viewed by everyone else as my father figure since I was a child, so it’s forbidden again. He wasn’t, he was in no way a father figure, more a boss who ordered me to clean the pack house, then to clean his offices, fetch him and his men tea while they had meetings.

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.