Taboo Vacation
Alana Church
Editorial: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Sinopsis
With his stepfather sick, Tom volunteers to take his mother out west for a long-overdue vacation. But the unlikeliest of events makes the sparks of passion fly! Who knew that a brush with death would bring out the animal in Abigail, and lead to a night of taboo love that changes their lives forever? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Abigail solved the problem of whose bedroom they would go to by the simple expedient of following Tom into his, ignoring his attempt to leave her in the hall. They had argued all the way back from the park, her son insisting that there was no way in the world that he would give in to her request. Abigail, for her part, was so horny she could hardly string two sentences together. It took all of her willpower not to crawl into her son’s lap when he had to stop for a red light. Do it, her libido shrieked at her. Get his dick out of his shorts, jerk him until he’s hard, and sit on it. It’ll be better than any sex you’ve had for the past two years, even if he shoots his wad as soon as he’s inside you. And he’s young. He can get it up for you over and over again. “Mom,” Tom said, staring out the window, his back to her. “Go to your room.” Somehow she found a tiny thread of wit. “Wasn’t that my line, when you were younger?” He snorted. “I’m not making love to you.” He shook his head and turned. “Do you know how crazy that sounds? What is going on, Mom?” “I’ll explain. When I can think. But I am going to screw someone tonight. Or I’m pretty sure I’ll explode.” She put her hand across his mouth as he tried to ask yet another question. “Don’t. It won’t make sense to you. It barely makes sense to me. Just…sit down. There on the bed.” As carefully as if the bed was a land-mine, Tom sat on the edge of the mattress. Abigail circled around until she was behind him. “If you don’t want to make love to me, you don’t have to,” she said quietly. She climbed on the mattress, which gave slightly beneath her weight. “I won’t make you. I’ll go out to a bar, find some good-looking cowboy or ranch-hand, and take him back here. And then you can listen to me screwing some stranger all night long. I’m sure that will be a lot better, from your point of view.” “Mom…” “Shhh.” She put her hands on his shoulders. “I’ll stop,” she whispered, rubbing gently. “Any time you tell me to. But Tom… “I’ve taken care of you all your life. Can’t you take care of me, for just one night?”
Disponible desde: 26/01/2024.
Longitud de impresión: 31 páginas.
