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The younger generation’s going to pot. A statement heard in Roman times; a maxim that’s been labeled by many Americans as simply “the Generation Gap”, a phrase that makes many of today’s youth even more suspicious of the older generation.
Today, hundreds of young boys and girls are running away from home, perhaps not to escape the truth but to find it, and thousands of teens have moved into the drug cult, the radical anti-establishment group. For them, it’s an escape from the society that created Vietnam; it’s a road to free themselves from the mistrust that made Watergate. But along the way, many of them will stumble, stymied by the conflict of inner desires versus the vestiges of social taboos; others find their own brand of freedom, whether it be in the bosom of a commune or the lonely wilds of non-civilization.
In the middle of this generation gap, there’s a mass of people like Kim Carter, a girl torn between her own strong sex drive and her desire to “be a good girl”, a teen-ager who disapproves of her mother’s free-wheeling life style, yet at the same time finds herself drawn to it.
JUICY LIKE MOM — a novel about today’s youth for tomorrow’s society.
Betty Carter’s hot cunt was creaming with excitement as the woman thought about the delicious big cock that would be ploughing into her juicy slit this afternoon. Going to bed with Frank Williams was a lot more than just another fuck. He always took his time and slowly and tenderly brought Betty up to the boiling point before filling her cunt with his huge talented cock. Her snatch was bubbling with hot juices as she thought about the way his skilled cock carried her from one glorious orgasm to the next. The only problem with Frank Williams was the fact that he only came through town about once a month, and Betty wanted his cock every day. Betty had met him about a year ago when he came into the restaurant where she worked as a waitress. He asked her to go out with him when she got off work that evening, and she spent the most glorious night of her life in his hotel room. Since that first time, he always called when he was coming to town on his brief business trips and they would spend every free moment in the sack together.
Betty Carter was a very attractive redhead in her late thirties with a luscious figure that she displayed to the fullest extent. She was a divorcee with two teenage daughters. The older was Kim, blonde and nineteen, and the younger was Penny, who had just turned eighteen.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number SE-1005 in the original publications (a duplicate).