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It often comes as a complete surprise to find out that people are not always exactly what they seem to be.
The quiet librarian who secretly waits for the moment when she can unleash her passions on an unsuspecting patron. The nurse who is ready to take on any of her patients, male or female, who think they can handle her. The teacher who, given half a chance, will not hesitate to release his perverse desires on an unsuspecting teenaged girl in one of his classes.
In OOOH, MOMMY DEAREST!, Gerri O’Rielly is one of these outwardly normal people. In fact, if anything, she seems more shy, more reserved than most. But deep within herself she is becoming the helpless captive of a reckless passion which, now that she has at last acknowledged it, must be fed a constant diet of perverse excitement.
OOOH, MOMMY DEAREST!-A novel that explores a hidden segment of our society, a powerful lesson for those who refuse to believe some of the darkest problems that face us all.
Gerri O’Rielly seldom rode the subway.
She didn’t like the crowds, the rocking of the trains, and especially the smell of so many bodies packed tightly together. Today, though, she had no choice. Her car was broken down and she just had to attend the sale.
The day had started off badly from the beginning, and by the time she had gotten onto the subway, her nerves were frayed.
Now, the crowd was crushed against her. She didn’t have to hang onto the overhead strap to brace herself because the train was so crowded. Trying to lift her mood by thinking of the sale, she soon became aware of someone pressing at her ass. Each time the train rocked, it felt as if whoever it was rubbed against her, deliberately. At first she was shocked, then angry. She wanted to face whoever it was and slap his face. That it was a man left little doubt; she felt his cock pulsing at her ass, hard, throbbing. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t move away. She had to stand there and feel his cock touch her ass, rub at it, almost slipping against her dress at the crack of her ass.
Soon, to her horror, she began to enjoy it.
Gerri had not felt a man, a cock, since her husband died. It had been pure torture for her for a number of months.
And now this hard cock was pushing at her.
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