Wrongdoing With Mother: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Cherie Summers

• 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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Kip, almost without really realizing it, found her throbbing clitoris with his middle finger, and Susan opened her legs wide to help her son find it, raising her hips up and turning her body slightly to bring the tiny hard bud into surging electric contact with his fingertip.

Kip withdrew his hand from her lips, touching her breasts again, then her leg and thigh, near the point where his other hand was moving in and out of her cunt. Susan threw her head back and looked down at the giant cock in her hand. Her hair touched Kip's balls and he immediately felt a chill run up his spine. She moved her head almost wildly, sweeping her fanned hair over his balls, up over his cock, onto his belly, and then back again, over the round sensitive head of his penis, down the long shaft, and into the hairy depth between his legs. Kip opened his legs so he could feel the whipping, caressing strands mingle with the sensitive hairs beneath his balls, just above his asshole.

Leseprobe

Wrongdoing With Mother

Cherie Summers

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 1

"Hi!"

Susan looked up. Kip was standing in the doorway, his white terry cloth robe tied loosely around his tanned body.

"Hi, darling, 'bout time you got up!"

"What time is it, Mom?" Kip opened the double-door refrigerator and took out a pitcher of orange juice.

"Noon. I Can't understand how after years of getting up at six in the morning you now sleep past noon every day!"

"Making up for lost time, I guess," Kip said, pouring himself a glass of cold juice.

He sat near his mother, gulped the orange juice down, then leaned back in the chair and stretched. Susan glanced at him. His hair was messed up, but his body looked rugged in the robe. Susan glanced down and saw his strong hairy legs spread on the chair.

Susan got up and poured herself more coffee, trying to keep her mind off lust. It had been hard. She'd never had sex with another man except her husband, and during the last year of his illness, they hadn't been able to have sex at all. In the year since Tom's death, Susan hadn't touched another man sexually. Connie, her maid and cook, had often suggested she get out and find someone, but she didn't do it. She was young and horny, but there had been no one to attract her in a sexual sense. Now, with a virile young man in the room, despite the fact he was her very own son, the frustrations piled up.

"Coffee?" Susan asked.

"No thanks, I need a shower to wake me up."

Kip watched his mother as she opened the refrigerator to get half and half for her coffee. She was wearing tight bell-bottomed slacks, which accented the curves of her ass, and a yellow blouse, through which Kip could see the shape of her round, firm breasts. Man, he thought to himself, she's one fantastic chick!