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A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a widow, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. Under the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other’s arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.
As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters’ roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they, at least, get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.
So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?
In MOTHER’S YOUNG LOVER — each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on behind the drawn shutters of our neighbors’ lives.
“It looks good to me,” Susan said. “I guess it will work.”
“It sure will,” Clark said as he rolled up the drawings. “It’s really only the results of Ted’s ideas.”
Susan averted her eyes at the mention of her husband’s name. Ted had been killed a few years before while working on a project with Clark.
“And you know what else I think will work?” Clark asked. “Us.”
Susan got up from the couch, took a sip of her martini, and walked to the window. As she looked at the view of Central Park, she felt a pang of desire in her cunt.
“Don’t act like the stricken widow with me,” Clark continued, “if Ted hadn’t died, you would have been divorced by now and we would probably be married just like we had planned.”
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