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It’s been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul—some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passion surfaces, and another Charles Manson emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed—and another Tidal Basin or Watergate scandal hits the headlines.
PEEPING MOM is the story of a family that dares to let its most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of a family whose motto might be: “If it feels good, do it.”
Diane McCoy lay alone in her bed listening to the creaking bedsprings and the squeals of delight from the next room. It had been going on for nearly forty-five minutes now and with each passing second the wet warmth in her cunt increased, aching for release.
“Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm!” a young girl’s voice cried from the far side of the thin wall. “That’s it, you big stud! Deeper, baby! Fuck me with every inch of that beautiful hard cock!”
The bedsprings creaked louder. The girl’s words gave way to more groaning and panting. The moans were low and guttural, sounding more like an animal in heat than a girl getting herself fucked.
Diane heard another voice moan softly and suddenly realized that it was her own.
Her palms were cupping her plump, smooth breasts. She hadn’t realized that either until now. The hard nipples felt like they were about to burn holes through her skin.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.