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JERRY’S HOT MOTHERS — a frank story of one young woman’s approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
Every time Susan came to pick up Jerry for his weekend visit, Marcy still couldn’t believe how young she looked.
“Are you certain you’re twenty-one, Susan?” Marcy asked as she looked at the slender blonde woman.
Susan nodded, smiling. “I know, I look sixteen,” Susan said. “Everyone tells me that. But really, I’m twenty-one.”
If Marcy didn’t know better, she would think Susan was lying. Not only was her face that fresh-scrubbed, unblemished golden color of a sixteen-year-old girl, but her body seemed that way, too.
Every time she was near Susan, Marcy felt old. Old at thirty, she thought with a frown. Susan was her ex-husband’s new wife, and Marcy felt somewhat jealous. Not that he had remarried, but because of Susan’s youthful looks. And Susan was usually dressed the part of a sixteen-year-old. Today she wore very tight shorts, stark white, with a pale pink blouse. It was obvious Susan was naked under her blouse those two rigid nipples bored against the thin material as if they were fully exposed.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.