Mama's Boys 3 - 4 Erotic Tales of Mother Son Taboo
Veronica Sloan
Casa editrice: Boruma Publishing
Sinossi
Have you been having dirty thoughts about mommy? That's okay, baby. Mommy wants to make your dreams come true... In this collection of four erotic shorts, mothers and their sons engage in secret affairs of passion. In "Pay for Play," Molly offers her son a naughty reward if he can improve his grades. In "Stanley's Mom Has Got It Going On," Sam discovers his aunt has a very special way of loving her son Stanley. In "Strangers in the Night," Brad tracks down the mother who gave him up for adoption...but before he can reveal his identity, she invites him to share her bed. Finally, in "No Tell Motel," a storm persuades Anthony and his mother to take refuge in a motel. Aroused by the seedy locale, the two begin to play a silly game: that Anthony has bought a prostitute for the night. As their lips meet for the first time, neither will want to stop...This bundle of erotic taboo is 26,000 words and is for readers 18 and up. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ From "Strangers in the Night": He could have turned around the very second he stepped inside. Despite the dive's dim interior and the abundance of patrons, Brad recognized her immediately. They had the same nose, the same tilted smile. Her eyes were hazel, unlike his deep brown, and she was petite, at least six inches shorter than him, but there was no mistaking the resemblance.He wasn't prepared for the attraction.Of the thousand scenarios he fantasized about in his two decades of sleeplessness, this was never one of them. He kept trying to snap himself out of it, to remind himself who Wendy was and what she'd done to him, but seeing his smile on her pink lips...watching her laugh and joke with the customers and the way her body moved...she burned in his vision like an ethereal creature.She was quick to joke and quicker to laugh but there was a roughness to her laugh and a bitterness on her tongue. That was why her hazel eyes were so luminous. To see kindness beaming from them, to see that kindness directed at him, compassion and something more, made his heart skip a beat. She wasn't beautiful but once he had been very pretty. She didn't move like an older woman. She strut when she walked, showing off her broad hips and plump round bottom. She was a small woman but her bust was full, and she kept her black polo shirt unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. There were freckles across her chest, brought to the fore by age and decades under the sun, and if she sagged more than the girls Brad's age, it didn't detract from her deliciousness. She swayed with appetizing liquidity. Her stomach wasn't tight but slightly round, good for grabbing. All of her, in fact, was grabbable. That was the thought that made Brad blush in his seat. Whenever she strut to and fro behind the bar, his palms itched to grab her. He wanted to feel the warm softness of her flesh, and for that he was ashamed. He had to look at her because he'd waited his whole life to look at her, but this wasn't what he intended.He averted his eyes from her swaying hips. Her auburn hair retained an ember of its former luster, and his desire to pass his fingers through it was just barely held in check. He thought he might go mad."Get ahold of yourself," he muttered under his breath. She'd smiled at him so seductively, and called him baby, and he wanted to pour his heart out to her, and his body and his mind were at odds. He'd always been attracted to older women; he couldn't help it. Girls his own age weren't as mature, weren't as loving, didn't understand the dark road he'd been on. They were fragile, unlike Wendy, whose strength blazed through her kind, hazel eyes. She'd seen bad days, he could tell, and she knew they shared a connection. That was obvious from the way she kept sneaking glances at him from the other end of the bar.
Disponibile da: 11/07/2018.
Lunghezza di stampa: 58 pagine.
