The Taboo Zone
Laura Lovecraft
Editorial: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Sinopsis
You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not of rules, but of wanton lust. Next stop: the Taboo Zone! Join host Laura Lovecraft as she guides you through three sexy tales where reality takes a back seat to incestuous desires. Take The Edge Off - Jeremy's mom helps him focus POV - Hannah needs her brother's help with a video Caught Stealing - Bobby's in the wrong place at the right time ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ As soon as she closed the door behind her, Bobby quickly entered her room. He left the door open a little so she wouldn’t hear it close if she hadn’t turned the water on yet. Bobby looked around, and spotting the hamper, made his way over. He lifted the lid and saw the yoga pants on top. He moved them to the side, and after rummaging around found the black thong. He closed the hamper and stared at the thong, holding it up by one of the stringy sides. It really was something out of a dirty story or porn that his aunt not only wore these, but could wear them well. The thong was nothing but strong on the sides, a little wider strip of material in the back, and a larger patch of silky black materiel in the front. Curious, despite his knowing it was wrong, he ribbed the crotch between two fingers. As Rich had guess it was damp to the touch and…something more. Bobby rubbed it a little harder and realized it wasn’t just wet, but sticky. Sweat wasn’t sticky, his aunt really had gotten herself worked up, maybe even while teasing Rich. He spread the crotch between his fingers, and in the light could see a dark stain even in the black material. Even though he’d just told Rich he was sick for wanting to do it, curiosity, and the fact he was a young man holding a freshly worn thong, was getting the better of him. He gave it a quick sniff. He did it the way someone checking to see if milk was bad would do it; tentatively and already moving it away as if the smell would offend him. To the contrary, the slightly musky scent, had him sniffing again, but this time he inhaled more deeply. “Damn,” he whispered. Before he realized he was going to do it, he licked the crotch. He sucked on his tongue and slipped it along his lips. The mixture of salty sweat and the stronger taste of her sticky secretions was both sweet, and a little tangy on his tongue. He pressed the crotch over his nose and mouth and took a long deep breath. Bobby felt a wave of shame when felt his cock swelling, but damn she smelled good. He would never call Rich sick again, seeing this was aunt’s thong he was getting turned on by. Bobby gave it another quick lick, trying to ignore the now full blow hard on between his legs. “Having a good time, are we?” Bobby dropped the thong as if it had burned his hand and turned to see his aunt standing in the doorway. Laura: Caught red handed-and red faced-sniffing his aunt’s thong. Bobby is in big trouble. Like grounded until hell freezes over trouble. Let alone the humiliation when his aunt tells his parents. Because that’s what would happen in our reality. But…are we still on our reality?
Disponible desde: 08/03/2023.
Longitud de impresión: 34 páginas.
