HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts)
A collection of scorching stepdad erotica shorts where forbidden desire knows no limits. Every story is packed with raw lust, shameless seduction, and taboo encounters that will leave you wet and burning for more.
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Chapter 3
While she was in his arms Luke had felt her big breasts pressing against him and his cock started to stir. He tried to focus on something else, but when she put her head in his lap so close to his cock he got hard.
She felt it pressing against her and her heart started to pound. She sat up and looked at his crotch. She could see the bulge his cock made as it pushed out the front of his tight jeans. She didn't move her eyes from it as she sat there for a few moments and stared.
Her voice was barely a whisper when she asked, "Why do you have an erection?"
"You're a beautiful woman and well...."
Her eyes were still fastened to the mound in his pants when she encouraged him, "You can tell me, I promise I won't get upset."
"I've always thought you were really beautiful and sexy."
She felt a thrill run through her body and her eyes widened. "You think I'm sexy?"
She felt as if she was going to drown in his eyes when he told her, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I knew that the first time I saw you." He decided to push things a little further. "I've always wanted you."
She stood up and took a couple of steps before turning to look at him. "But I'm twice your age. You can have almost any woman you want. Why me?"
He stood and took her in his arms. "You're kind, intelligent and thoughtful.' He smiled. "You have a great smile and I love the way the corners of your eyes crinkle in a sexy way when you do." He paused for a moment and then continued, "And because you're beautiful and have a really great body."
Angela blushed and looked away. "You think I have a great body?"
He placed a finger under her chin and turned her face to his. He looked into her eyes and assured her, "Definitely!" Slowly he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle and lasted for only a moment, but as their lips met, her eyes were closed and she didn't pull away.
His tongue probed gently at her lips and Angela hesitated for a moment, but then she moaned softly and her lips parted to accept his deep kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth and gently probed against hers. She moaned louder and wrapped her tongue around his as she welcomed his kiss. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he could feel her body trembling as their tongues danced together.
For Angela the kiss expressed the passion she had been craving for so long and she couldn't get enough. She ground her body against his and her heart thundered in her chest when she felt her nipples harden and the heat began to grow between her legs. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and let it flutter against his before slowly pulling it back. She moaned and her hips thrust forward to press against the rigid length of his cock when he sensually sucked every inch as she withdrew it from between his lips.
When the kiss ended their eyes were locked together while her hips communicated her primal need as they gently pumped against his hardness. Taking her hand he led her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.
Angela's mind was in turmoil. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but for so long she had needed to feel wanted and desired. Her ass squirmed in his lap for a moment as she tried to decide, then her decision made she leaned down and kissed him. Her tongue slid between his lips while his hand drifted down over her hips and gripped the firm curves of her ass to pull her closer into their embrace. Angela's tongue danced with his and she moaned encouragement as she surrendered to her lust.
His other hand closed over her bra and she pressed her firm mound against it while he fondled her breast. Encouraged by her response, he slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She rubbed her ass against the bulge in his jeans as his fingers gently pushed each button through the hole and opened her blouse. It flashed through her mind that she wished she had worn the new sexy black bra as he exposed her plain white one. He tugged up on her blouse, pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt, to reach the last button. She sat up to make it easier for him as he slid the blouse down her arms and tossed it onto the floor.
Her bra strained to contain her breasts, which were even larger than he had thought. The skin of Angela's shoulders and chest was smooth and clear. Her hair tumbled onto her shoulders, most of it falling down her back but some of it draped sensually over her shoulder and down to the upper slope of her breast. Angela had this wild, unbridled look that was so totally different from her usual conservative appearance that it made Luke's eyes glow and cock hardened even more.
Angela smiled when she saw and felt his reaction to her. She ground her ass against the hardness that was pressing against it as she leaned forward and her lips his found his again. Their tongues surged together as his hands slid up her back to find the back of her bra. He opened the hooks and her big DD breasts surged forward as he released them. Angela was not willing to end the kiss. Her tongue still dueled with his as she lowered her arms from around his neck and allowed him to slide the bra from her body.
Angela's hands feverishly opened his shirt to bare his chest. She moaned when she felt his skin pressing against her big mounds as her hard nipples bored into his chest. While they kissed his fingers started gathering her skirt in his hand, gradually raising it higher until her white panties were exposed as he bared her legs to the top of her thighs.
He could feel the muscles beneath her skin jumping as his hand glided over her thigh and he caressed her belly and her mound through the thin panties. He teased her pussy through her panties, his fingertips pressing the fabric into the wet cleft of her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure while her hips undulated as she began to hump his fingers. Angela loved what he was doing to her and he loved watching her respond to his touch. Intimately touching this beautiful woman, whom he had thought was beyond his reach, was turning him on in ways other women never had. He found the knob of her clit pressing against the thin fabric and ran his thumb over it in circles. Angela moaned and her legs opened slightly in eager anticipation of his fingers slipping beneath her panties to touch her throbbing flesh, but before he penetrated her, Luke wanted her completely naked so that he could see her pussy bloom and welcome him. His hand found the zipper of her skirt and slid it downward. Without hesitation Angela lifted her hips as he slid the fabric over her hips and down her legs to drop it to the floor. He gently lay her back on the couch and hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties. Her eyes were burning with the fire of her arousal as he removed the last of her clothing and she lay naked before him.
For a moment he stared down at the beautiful woman in front of him. The rapid rise and fall of her breasts told him she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She trembled as he admired and visually caressed her long legs, flat belly and big breasts before dropping down again and his eyes fastened on the glistening wetness that was barely visible between her legs.
Suddenly shy, she held both hands over her glistening cleft and blushed as his eyes drank in her naked body. Luke didn't want to lose the advances he had already made, so he decided to shift the attention from her. "You want me to take my pants off?"
Angela blushed bright red as she stammered, "Yes....Yes, I....I want to see you." She looked away for a moment. "I've never seen a cock other than my husband's."
Luke stood before her as he kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His briefs quickly followed and he was as naked as she was. His manhood was hard and pushed out toward her, bobbing slightly as it throbbed with excitement. She could not help looking at it. Angela was stunned by his size. Both of her husband's had average size cocks, about five inches long and an inch thick. Luke was at least was eight or nine inches long and twice as thick, with a noticeably larger head that was dark red. It didn't seem possible that his monstrous sword could fit inside a woman, but she knew several women who freely admitted how good it felt inside them. She felt her nipples harden and her labia swelled as she automatically imagined what it might feel like inside her.
Luke could see the lust burning in her eyes as she stared at his hardness. Encouraged by this, he reached down and moved her hands from in front of her pussy. There was no doubt of her arousal. Her lips were swollen and the pink flesh within them glistened with the dew of her arousal. As if in a trance she lay back and the flow of her juices increased as her body prepared her to receive his big carnal tower. Her heart was throbbing as she lay exposed for the first time to a man who wasn't her husband.
Angela's eyes were still fixed on his swollen hardness as he knelt in front of her and kissed her. She moaned and closed her eyes, her lips opening as she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. While they kissed, his hand slid slowly up her leg. Without thought her legs opened slightly and she moaned into his mouth when he slipped a finger into the dripping wet entrance of her pussy. She gasped and her body jerked at his touch, but she didn't pull away as he began to stroke it in and out of her flowing well.
To his surprise she lay her head back against the cushions and her legs splayed wide as she scooted her ass to the edge of the seat to give him easier access to her dripping opening. As he played with her breasts and inserted a second finger to stroke her pussy, she moaned and suddenly reached down to grasp his cock.
Her hand matched the tempo of his as they stroked one another. He could feel her pussy clutching at his fingers and her moans were getting louder. He knew she was on the verge of cumming and the time was right.
He was surprised that he had gotten this far with a preacher's wife, but he wanted to see just how far she was willing to go. "You like that don't you Angela?" Her eyes were still closed and she was breathing in short quick breaths, but she slowly nodded. When she admitted she liked what they were doing, he decided to press his advantage, "Tell me what you want me to do."
He was surprised by her language when she gasped, "I....I want. . . you. . . to. . .to....fuck me." Then her voice got stranger as she said, "Fuck me hard!"
Her legs drew up and her knees parted as she offered her pussy to him. Luke was as eager as she was. Grabbing her hips he slid her fully up on the couch. Angela spread her legs and lifted her arms in welcome as he settled between her thighs.
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7.5
In a world ruled by power and illusion, the most dangerous role is playing yourself.
When scandal detonates inside the powerful Laurent empire, its fragile heiress, Georgia Laurent, vanishes from public view. Investors panic. Markets wobble. The media circles like vultures.
Then Georgia returns.
Perfectly styled. Perfectly composed. Perfectly convincing.
There's just one problem.
She isn't Georgia Laurent.
She's Sharon Beckley - a struggling actress drowning in debt and one missed audition away from losing everything. When the enigmatic fixer James Barnett offers her an obscene amount of money to impersonate the heiress "temporarily," Sharon accepts. It's a role with strict rules: smile for cameras, memorize the biography, sign where instructed, and never ask questions.
But behind the mirrored walls of the Laurent estate, Sharon discovers this isn't damage control.
It's containment.
Locked wings of the mansion. Security systems recently upgraded. Burned files in marble fireplaces. Offshore accounts bleeding billions from Laurent Global Holdings. And whispers of a former executive whose fatal accident may have been murder.
When Sharon pushes too far, the pressure shifts. Surveillance tightens. James grows colder. The board becomes ruthless.
Then the real Georgia disappears.
No flight records. No secure messages. No proof she's alive.
And suddenly Sharon understands the truth: she wasn't hired to stand in.
She was selected to replace.
Now trapped inside a stolen identity with powerful men determined to preserve the illusion, Sharon faces an impossible choice - become Georgia completely and inherit an empire built on blood...
Or expose the conspiracy and risk being erased permanently.
Because in the Laurent world, identities are assets.
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9.4
I stood in the center of my Manhattan penthouse, staring at the empty satin hanger where my custom Vera Wang gown should have been. It was a masterpiece of silk and pearls that had taken six months to perfect for my wedding to the billionaire heir, Boston Travis.
Then my phone buzzed. Boston’s voice was a flat line, devoid of the love he’d promised me for four years.
"The wedding is off, Florrie. I’m marrying your sister, Asia."
He told me Asia was dying of Stage 4 cancer and her "final wish" was to be a bride—wearing my dress. He had sent his security team to my home with a spare key to steal the gown, claiming it was Travis property since his family accounts paid the bill. My stepmother texted me minutes later, demanding I vacate my own beach house so the "dying" girl could have a honeymoon.
When I tried to protest, Boston snapped at me.
"How could you be so heartless? She’s your sister. Have some compassion."
They expected me to play the part of the discarded woman while they paraded my life around as a PR stunt. I realized then that Asia hadn't just taken my dress; she had spent her entire life stealing my father's love and my peace, always playing the fragile angel while I was cast as the villain.
I didn't cry. I sat at my desk, opened my contacts, and relabeled Boston Travis as "TARGET."
If they wanted a tragic story, I would give them a massacre. I reclaimed my mother’s multi-million dollar trust, seized the deed to the beach house, and walked into Asia’s hospital room with a lit sparkler to expose the truth behind her "terminal" illness.
As I slapped Boston in the hospital lobby in front of a dozen recording iPhones, I realized I didn't need a husband. I needed a clean slate—and I was going to burn their empire to get it.
7.2
Married by Force
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Aurora finds herself helpless in the hands of Ryan Dmitri, a handsome, arrogant playboy who always has women throwing themselves at him. . What will she do when she discovers that she has developed an undeniable attraction for the man whom she is supposed to hate and is pregnant with his child? Can a love sparked in the flash of a moment withstand the darkness of old debts and new enemies, or will their future be snuffed out before it can truly begin? Will Aurora be able to navigate her way in a world of shadows? Will she ever find her happily ever after? Read more to find out.
7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown.
Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity.
"I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered.
Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside.
To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead.
Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her.
She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo.
But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad.
Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention.
When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished.
Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.
9.8
I was an unwanted foster kid taken in by the Goodwin family, about to marry into the wealthy Cantu family to secure my adoptive father's power.
But at my rehearsal dinner, my adoptive mother drugged my champagne, intending to have me assaulted and ruined.
The next morning, my fiancé and my sister burst into my hotel room with a swarm of reporters, pointing fingers in manufactured horror.
"You filthy whore! The engagement is over!"
My fiancé roared for the cameras, while my sister sobbed about my betrayal. They had brought the press to publicly slaughter me, justifying their own secret affair while my adoptive family cursed me as a disgusting stray.
For years, I had endured their toxic abuse, only to be thrown to the wolves so my sister could steal my life. They truly believed I was just a helpless pawn they could crush and discard.
But they didn't know I had anticipated their trap and deliberately walked into the bed of Dorian Underwood—the ruthless billionaire and the only man the Cantu family actually feared.
As I calmly hit 'send' to broadcast my fiancé's explicit sex tape to every reporter in the hallway, I met Dorian's dark, predatory gaze.
I wasn't just surviving anymore; I was going to tear both their empires to the ground.