My Filthy Aunt: 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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"But Sean is my son, your nephew, Sharon."
"So?"
Cindy looked hard at her sister, then burst out laughing.
"I think you would," she said. "You really would!"
"You can bet on it," Sharon replied. "I'm being honest, Cindy. If I was still married, and my husband wouldn't fuck me, you can bet I'd find somebody who would, even if it was my son."
Cindy stared at Sharon for a long time, then in a hesitant voice asked: "Sharon, are you fucking Billy?"
For a moment Sharon didn't answer.
The sisters had always been close and were still close. They had never kept secrets from each other. Growing up, they had double dated and each had known what the other had done with her boyfriends. They knew when each had been fucked the first time, what they felt when it happened. They discussed their boyfriends, comparing cocks and balls in the dark of night, in bed together. They had married within a week of each other, both having a son within a month of each other. They lived a block away from each other now.

Leseprobe

My Filthy Aunt

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 ONE

Sharon asked her sister bluntly, a slightly amused expression on her face. They were only a year apart in age. Sharon was divorced and Cindy seemed to be getting very close to one. There had been growing trouble in Cindy's marriage for some time, and Sharon had been watching them from the sidelines, waiting for the obvious outcome.

"Because I said he didn't have any balls,"

Cindy replied.

"Then he should have called you a cunt," Sharon laughed, an easy, lazy sound. "A man can't stand being told he has no balls. That was your mistake, Cindy."

"Well, it's true, Sharon. The best he can do is get it up once a week. Sean goes around with a hard-on more than my husband does."

"Sean?" Sharon asked, a strange light coming into her eyes. "Have you been looking at your son, Cindy?"

The arch of Sharon's eyebrows gave strength to her meaning.

"No, I haven't," Cindy said. "But what can I do when he prances about, bulging in his pants, not caring who sees it?"