Mama's Loving Ways: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Arthur Verner

• 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.

Leseprobe

Mama's Loving Ways

Arthur Verner

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

The End

CHAPTER ONE

Robert was either very good or very lucky, she thought. Knowing nothing about sports, and caring less, she usually attended all the games anyway. Robert wanted her there, as did her daughter, Cindy. Most parents went to the games, so she performed her parental duties. Although she didn't care anything about sports, she enjoyed seeing the young guys in their shorts with those tanned, muscular legs.

She was watching practice today, not a game. A few weeks ago, Robert had invited his mother to watch a practice session, and she had seen some cocks flashing frequently. That had excited her so much she seldom missed a practice session now. During the games she had never seen a cock flash; the boys always wore jocks. So she watched every practice in the hopes of seeing more cock. She was seldom disappointed. When she saw the flash of a young cock, a sweet chill of delight ran up her stomach, her cunt closing. She liked the feeling especially when it was very strong and she would almost come.

Denise loved to come.

She loved the come in any way possible, by any method possible. Her cunt was hot, very hot. And each practice session she attended, her cunt was even hotter. She would choose a place to sit about halfway up the bleachers, pull her skirt just over her knees and place her elbows on them, then cup her chin in her hand and watch the guys. Her knees were usually parted enough to allow a boy to look up at her, peer between her knees to the shadowy view of her panties. Denise always pretended she didn't know they were looking at her.