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Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of swinging and illicit sex. All in the spirit of good clean fun. But where does the fun stop and degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as a pattern for their own life style what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family in one neighborhood in one city, Anywhere, U.S.A. The Samuelsons-Nadine, a widow, and her three young sons, Robbie, Jerry and Jimmy. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for them it is the norm.
The norm… For the Samuelsons, yes. And how many other families like them?
Nadine Samuelson nervously brushed back her long, blonde hair and crossed her firm, tapered legs as she glanced at the airport clock in the main lobby.
The flight’s a half-hour late, Nadine thought to herself as she tried to stop the hot waves of cuntal contractions that swept over her erect clit.
“Ohhh…” she moaned involuntarily as she felt her clit swell and throb as she squeezed her firm thighs together. Nadine’s brown, taut nipples roasted and ached in the confines of her bra as she felt another series of contractions tear through her pussy.
“Excuse me, miss, are you all right?” the ticket agent asked from behind his counter.
“Uh … yes,” Nadine answered, opening her eyes and calming herself down rapidly when she realized she was being watched. “It-it’s just that my sons are coming in on the next flight.”
“Sons? You have sons?” the young, dark-haired agent asked in surprise.
“Three of them,” Nadine said proudly.
“I can’t believe it! You look like you’re only twenty-five or so,” he said.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.