Incest Undertaking: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Xev Chase

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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Then, clasping his hands, he focused his brown eyes on his daughter's blue ones. "Eric's invited you to the prom, it's the biggest dance of the year, and you've grown since last year. So?"
Karen looked as if she were ready to tear her hair out. Sitting off to one side, quietly knitting, Sue watched the scene calmly.
"Well?"
"Well what, honey?" Paul countered, obviously determined not to make things easy for his daughter.
"Well, I need a new dress," Karen said nervously.
"No." Paul picked up the paper again.
"Please, Daddy," Karen pleaded.

Leseprobe

Incest Undertaking

Xev Chase

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter One

Reaching behind her waist, Sue gave a quick tug on the string of her apron. The angle of her arms and pull of her shoulders stretched the material of her simple housedress over the peaks of her small, but well-shaped breasts, drawing her eyes down over them, making her hurriedly finish pulling off the apron. She hadn't done that in years, she said to herself. Not since she'd married Paul. It wasn't that she felt it was wrong. It just had never seemed necessary since her marriage. She'd always felt a faint disgust at the sneaking and hiding, the secret minutes spent in her bedroom or the bathroom, avoiding her parents. After her wedding night, Sue had known what she had been doing was a pale shadow of the real pleasure available to her, available to her without guilt or hiding or regrets.

Idly, Sue moved around the kitchen, feeling slightly lost now that her self-imposed task was finished. A glance out the window decided what she would do next. The beds could wait. The warm spring sun beckoned to her, and the clock told her it was time to ease the hunger in her belly.

The house was deathly silent as she made her way upstairs to the bedroom. She didn't cast even a brief glance at the rumpled covers of the king-size bed, one of her few indulgences toward sensuality. Instead, she got out her tiny bikini, stripped off her housedress and the panties she wore under it and put on the suit.

Out in the back yard, Sue picked at a plate of cottage cheese, her ear tuned to the radio on the ground next to the lounge, her mind pleasantly blank while she savored the simple meal. She had yet to lose the battle of the bulge she'd fought ever since the birth of Karen. Sue had the feeling that after eighteen years, perhaps she could consider the war over. She wished she could sign a final truce with her waistline. But after a dinner out, the scales always confirmed that the enemy was waiting to pounce at the slightest indiscretion. With a soft sigh of contentment, Sue set the empty plate on the grass, adjusted the angle of the lounge so it lay flat, rolled over and put her head down on her. hands. Her engagement ring, with its single small diamond, dug into her cheek, making her shift her fingers to make a softer cushion.