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BILLY’S HORNY MOM is the story of a family and a time of debauchery, where the satisfaction of the senses means everything. What happens to the father and his children is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm. But is it? Not for the individuals in this story — outwardly, yes, in reality, no.
BILLY’S HORNY MOM — a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind many of the closed doors in America.
Linda was now thirty years old, and she hadn’t been fucked since she was a teenager. All that had passed her pussylips in all those years had been her own finger, and, once, a stalk of celery when she’d been half drunk and out of her mind with horniness.
She was still beautiful, she mused, standing before her mirror. Lush lips, a slightly pug nose, and thick, red hair with golden highlights. But it was her figure that men noticed first.
Everyone thought she was divorced; she sighed, cupping her jugs through the nighty. They’d really developed after Billy’s birth. Now they were so big she had to order a special bra, and she had the kind of areolas that spread over their entire fronts. Her nipples were as thick as thumbs and always itchy, which was why Linda paid special attention to them prior to finger-fucking herself.
She usually diddled her pussy right after her bath, when Billy had left. She’d been letting her teenage son wash her back since he’d been a child, and it was a habit she just didn’t have the heart to break. How would she be able to explain it to her son?
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