But his interest in the cute girl next door is an intolerable competition. Her manner was friendly, with a smile for everyone.When Peggy discovers her son has an endless craving for sex, things get hot fast. Her mouth was full, always moist, with soft, warm lips. Her pale-blue eyes sparkled with merriment, flashing in a flirty manner that came across innocently, as if she had no idea of what she was doing. She had honey-blonde hair that bounced and swirled about her exceptionally beautiful face. Without trying, Lori actually radiated sexuality. Lori was the most beautiful girl in the school. Sandy had to admit, privately, that Lori Layne was certainly something to look at. And she was pissed because Joey would not listen to her arguments that the girl was too old for him. Another reason she was pissed was the fact she knew very well that Joey was intensely interested in one of the girls belonging to the cheerleading team. To Sandy, Joey was not yet old enough to run off by himself in crowds. He had gone to the lower benches where he sat with a few friends.
One of the reasons for her feeling was that her son, Joey, would not sit with them. The basketball game was nearing half time, and she was already pissed off. Sandy Henderson sat next to her husband, Rob, high on the bleachers. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. This special Peter Magnum compilation edition has been carefully edited and annotated by Peter Magnum with corrected spelling errors, modernization for contemporary readers, and a fully linked table of contents added. While enjoying this public domain novel, please consider the price paid to produce this legacy which allows Lot's Cave to exist and publish new authors today. The owners and publishers of Greenleaf Classics were convicted of obscenity and spent time in prison. This novel by Kathy Andrews was originally published in paperback pulp fiction by Greenleaf Classics as DN-344 Mother Needs It Hot in 1985 under the Diary Novel label. Rev.Īll Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older Mom Gets It On, © 2017, Peter Magnum, 2nd. It can be horribly painful, I understand.” It isn't good for a boy to get all hot like that. “I wouldn't tease a boy, darling,” Sandy murmured softly into his ear. He was not shocked, nor afraid, only surprised and intensely excited. Her son trembled visibly, and he had stopped breathing. She closed her fingers about her son's cock, giving his prick a squeeze. My legs are as pretty as hers, and you want to know something? I don't tease a boy like she does, Joey.” Sandy placed her lips close to her son's flaming ear and whispered in a throaty voice, “I look as good as Lori, honey.
She moved the tip of one finger up and down his cock, feeling the hardness, thrilled at the way his prick throbbed against her fingertip. His face was very red now, and Sandy realized he was gasping, trying to control his breathing so she wouldn't know how excited he was. Then, holding her breath as excitement began to rumble through her, she slipped her fingers through his thighs and brushed along his cock and balls. She caressed his thigh, moving her hand slowly toward his ass. She ran a hand up and down his thigh, then around to his back. Although Joey had his knees drawn up, she could see the outline of his cock through his pants, his prickhead angled toward his chest. She pressed her shoulder against his, her breath hot on her son's neck and cheek. But Sandy saw the way his prick bulged up, and her breathing increased. His cock was very hard inside his pants, and he was trying to conceal this from his mother. Joey glanced quickly, then pulled his gaze away. “Look at my legs and see if they are as nice as Lori's.” “You're not looking at them, darling,” she said, her voice suddenly thick. “Yeah, I guess,” he gulped, afraid to look at his mother. “My legs are as smooth and slender as her's, aren't they, Joey?” Sandy stretched one thigh out, running her hand up and down. “Don't you think I'm as pretty as she is, honey?” “I'm as pretty as Lori,” she whispered softly, close to his ear. Is she willing to accept the consequences, the reward or punishment, for allowing herself to become sexually liberated? Mom dares to let her most base desire and passions loose. This story features a mom allowing her dark passion’s surface, and the wanton slut inside her to emerge. Usually, mothers are great at keeping their dark passions submerged fantasies of sex with their sons are easily hidden within the complexities of everyday life.
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