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It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of inc#st. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness — a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
HOT, HOT MOTHER — a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
At first, Lisa wasn’t sure it was happening.
But the sounds were unmistakable.
She tried for a long time to ignore it, but there was no way she could push aside her excitement.
The cross country bus was darkened, but her reading light was on. She was alone in her seat, as was the man behind her. The other passengers appeared to be sleeping. The bus hadn’t been crowded to begin with and now there were hardly half a dozen people left after the many stops.
She sat toward the back of the bus, with the other passengers in front of her. She and the man, a boy really, were the only ones in the back. The rustling had started almost fifteen minutes ago, disturbing her reading. Then she heard the soft sound of flesh sliding on flesh and the soft grunts the boy made.
Trying to peek over her seat without the boy noticing, she saw, between the crack of the seats, she had been right.
The boy had his cock out and was slowly jacking off!
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.