Outrage! 3
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Editora: Lot's Cave, Inc.
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DESCRIPTION: Nora's plans for retribution against the so-called friends that stabbed her in the back for the past ten years has begun. The first to fall is Marinda, who has found out that Patrick isn't the lover he claimed to be. Then there's her soon-to-be -ex-husband who has somehow gotten to her lawyer. What of her new found friendship with Maya? What of Jon's exploits into his awakening sexuality? EXCERPT: Something warm, tight, and wet coated his skin. Jon stirred in his sleep when something invaded his dreams with exquisite bliss. Consciousness did not come easy to him, given how his mind wished to remain in that wondrous dream. Nonetheless, what greeted Jon as his eyes adjusted to the very low light of the room was the zenith of Heaven, a Heaven so pure he felt so unworthy of it. There, in her bliss, as his mother rode him, the moonlight playing along her body, caressing those 32DD breasts in its argentine embrace. Her dark brown hair lightly brushed along her skin. “Dad’s a fucking idiot!” Jon muttered in his mind. “I didn’t mean to awaken you, Jon,” Nora whispered low. “I had visit the bathroom, and… well, you can see.” Jon couldn’t see the smile, yet he knew it was there from the tone of her voice. “I just couldn’t wait, baby, go back to sleep,” she enticed in a loving tone once her lips left his. “You have school in a few hours. You don’t want to be falling asleep in class,” Nora commanded in a motherly tone, her fingertips trailing down Jon’s chest to take her proper place upon her throne. “Just enjoy it, baby, I’m almost there.” “I’m already dreaming,” Jon muttered with a smile on his lips before taking his mother’s advice and falling back asleep. Nora felt her cheeks heating when those words settled in her heart. Even half asleep, Jon was ten times the lover Patrick was. Gently easing her man, her lover, the very flesh of her blood back to sleep, it wouldn’t do as his woman to interfere with his schooling. Tossing her head back, containing her moan of want from waking her household, feeling the burning waves of ecstasy flooding her very being. Knowing, while she may never say it, she wasn’t about to hold back her son from experiencing what life has to offer – What kind of mother would that make her? – yet, she knew in her heart, she would be forever his.