DN-316 EBOOK

DN-316 EBOOK
DN-316 EBOOK
Boy-Loving Mother by Carl Ross
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A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a divorcee, 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 BOY-LOVING MOTHER, 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.

My name is Helen Burgess. I’m thirty-four and divorced. I’ve been living with what some people would call a dirty sex secret for quite a while now, and I figure it’s time I told my story.

I like to fuck and suck teenage boys.

It started innocently enough, but suddenly I found I couldn’t control my impulses. I seduced Georgie Downs, a young friend of my son, Johnny, while my son was away at summer camp.

After that, I just couldn’t get enough young hard cocks! I wanted one every night. And when I couldn’t get one, I nearly went crazy. I’d use a vibrator, and pretend I had a young kid in bed and that he was fucking the hell right out of my hot, itchy cunt.

Before I tell you all about my experiences with young boys in bed, maybe I better tell you a little more about myself. I’m five-foot-four, with long, blonde hair and deep-blue eyes. My figure is pretty damned nice, if I do say so myself. I won a beauty contest before I got married. I was Miss Northeast, and it wasn’t because they liked the way I played the piano.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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