Publisher: Ashley's Yarneys and Azairis Inc.
Juniper is a young adult who sees things that really are not there. She was not always this way. Find out what happened to her to make her see hallucinations.
Is the Punisher an accurate representation of PTSD? Is Captain America propaganda for the U.S. Military? And what are the ramifications of glorifying war with heroes? Join Inman as he dissects the impact military comic book characters have had on our society as they blur the line between real life bloodshed and blockbuster action flick.Show book
Stranded alone with my mother in a Mexican airport, my mom kicked off her shoes and fell asleep on my lap. She was wearing a beautiful sundress, silky panties and nothing else. She’d asked me to rub her feet. I did until she’d fallen asleep. Then I worked my way slowly up her dress, ever careful that she didn’t awaken. There was no one around but us and the janitor. Did I dare? How far could I go? Damn it! We'd missed our flight home. Mom and I had been vacationing in Mexico and we'd just missed our flight. We were informed by the airport staff that we'd need to wait until morning for the next one. But we'd already checked out of our hotel room and there was no where to go. "Guess we're going to have to stay here," mom said, shaking her head. Mom was a very pretty lady. She'd had me when she was quite young and so she was still in the prime of her life. Every morning without fail she practiced her yoga routine. She also jogged and did a bit of weight lifting. All that amounted to a very hot, 45-year-old MILF of a mother. For as long as I could remember, I'd been attracted to her. She was always wearing some kind of sun dress. She loved those. Right now she was wearing a very pretty red one with some kind of floral pattern. I wasn't surprised when she yawned and said she was going to get some shut-eye. But I was surprised when she kicked off her shoes and laid down next to me, propping her feet up on my lap. "Feel free to rub them," she giggled, wiggling her bare feet. Of course, she really didn't expect me to. But God damn if her heel didn't dig right into my crotch. "Sure," I said and began lightly running my hands all over her feet. She didn't know it, but I had a foot fetish. And her feet were absolutely gorgeous. She laughed. "You don't have to, Dirk. But you're a good boy." I watched her close her eyes as I continued rubbing my mom's sexy feet. My cock grew harder and harder and I had to reposition her feet. After several minutes of this, I was sweating and my cock was about to explode. That's when I noticed that she was already breathing shallowly. Mom was already asleep! My mind whirled as I thought of all the naughty possibilities. I glanced around the room and saw that other than a janitor in the corner, we were all alone. Did I dare?Show book
