My Aunt's Hot Mouth: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Anita Mandelay

• 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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While waiting for her nephew to come out of the water, she had removed her bra, which was not much of a covering to begin with, and stuffed it into her shoulder bag.  So when a soft breeze blew, or she leaned back, the blouse molded to her breasts and clearly outlined her large pink nipples and pebble-grained areolas.
Now at long last through the view-finder.  Mavis saw her nephew striking out for shore.  She hurried to where he had left his clothes, all laid out carefully in a small, dry clearing on the grassy bank -- his T-shirt, faded denims, socks, work shoes, shorts and towel.

Leseprobe

My Aunt's Hot Mouth

Anita Mandelay

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

It was a quiet, secluded spot where even people from the village and neighboring farms seldom came. For the past five years, ever since he was ten and first learned to swim, Barry had made it his own private swimming hole. That was why he never had any apprehension about taking off all his clothes and leaving them in a safe, dry spot on the bank, while he skinny-dipped as he was doing now.

However, this day was to prove different from all the others. When she heard he was going swimming and saw he was taking no trunks with him, his Aunt Mavis decided to follow him to the lake.

She was there now, sitting off to one side of the reeds, where he could not see her, snapping pictures of him in the water with her 35mm Single Lens Reflex. Among other things, Mavis Shepard was a shutter-bug.

Despite her thirty years, she still retained a great deal of her fading youth. Her long, ash-blonde hair that fell in soft swirls about her long neck and shoulders, accented her classic beauty, with only the slightest hint of a line here and there around her blue eyes and her full, ripe, red mouth. But it was her breathtaking body that made her so exciting.

Though matured, her oversized breasts were as firm and round and high as when she was a teenager, with not an excess ounce of flesh any place else on her fantastic anatomy. Continual exercises and a careful diet had kept her figure youthfully slender. A figure that girls eighteen and nineteen might well envy. To add spice to all this, she made sure she wore clothes that would show off her body and her beauty to full advantage.