Mama Goes Wild: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Nolan Doyle

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, 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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It was just before her son and daughter arrived home from high school that Arlene found the brown legal-size envelope. It had been tucked between two seldom read volumes on the top shelf of the bookcase. If she hadn't accidentally jarred one of the books loose while dusting, the envelope would not have been exposed. Now she examined it with trembling fingers. Even before she opened the unsealed flap, she knew what was inside. Money. And she knew it was stolen. Money stolen from her husband's office. It wasn't the first such envelope she had happened upon. There had been two others, one containing two-hundred dollars in twenties, another holding two fifty-dollar bills. Now she stared at this third envelope, fearful of what its contents might be, remembering how strange Hal's voice had sounded when he tried to relate matter-of-factly that money was missing from the office. Even then, Arlene had suspected. A dark, terrible hunch was followed two days later by the first envelope - the first evidence? She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn't. She could no more speak to her staunchly proper husband about his crime than she could tell him about her masturbation. She nervously squeezed the envelope open and counted five-hundred dollars worth of tens and twenties. She returned the cash to its secret place, arranging the books so that the bulging envelope could not be noticed.

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Mama Goes Wild

Nolan Doyle

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington High School until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home from work. These next precious hours she had to herself.

Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin. Her trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked stomach. Beneath her the king-size mattress responded to her shifting weight.

Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder than the last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times she felt disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her afternoons engaged in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn't normal for a thirty-three-year-old housewife to have such overpowering sexual urges. Or was it? What about Madge down the block and Karen across the street. It was no secret that they were having extramarital affairs. And what about Barbara next door? Judging by the clothes she wore, you'd think she was a hustler. And once at a party she had emerged from a bedroom so mussed and disheveled that Arlene and everyone else watching knew what had happened. The mere thought of adultery made Arlene cringe. It was something she could never do. Never. Even though her afternoons were often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her throbbing clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm into her thirsty vagina, the concept of having a real penis stuffed up inside her seemed repulsive. The only cock she had ever had between her legs was her husband Hal's, the man she loved. And she was determined that his would always be the only one.