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Of all the social institutions that have had to endure change and weather criticism the family concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and the advent of mate-swapping, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social advancement.
BALLING MOTHER is the story of how some people adjust to the liberated moral standards within the family unit. By having to contend with her trucker husband’s absences from home, Gina Miller discovers a solution that brings her entire family closer together. Her method may well be considered unusual or shocking, but it is nonetheless successful.
BALLING MOTHER is a work of fiction, designed for entertainment. It is also a reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.
Gina Miller’s cunt was throbbing. “Oh… Ron,” she whispered softly as she spread her long, shapely legs. “Why couldn’t you come home?”
As a trucker’s wife, she knew there would be nights like this — nights of longing, hunger. Lately, however, Ron seemed to be on the road all the time.
It had been four days since that big, hard cock had stabbed inside her pussy and filled her with his warm cum.
Gina gave another moan and slipped her fingers across the creamy texture of her thigh to the peach-colored mass of hair that haloed her oozing, burning cunt. Slowly she played at the tight opening, exploring the sensitive membranes. When her middle finger came in contact with her pulsating clit, she flinched. Carefully she pulled back the loose folds of skin to fully reveal the tiny nub and ran her fingertip over the satiny surface. Immediately spasms of raw anguish swept around her cunt and melted toward the base of her spine.
“Oh… God,” she grunted, half-sitting.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.