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A young boy without 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 A MOTHER’S LUST, 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.
Bernice McCormack felt a slight throbbing in her cunt when she saw her naked son in the bathroom.
Ordinarily, she would have yelled at him to close the door — didn’t he know he had a little sister running around the house?
This time she didn’t yell. Instead, she let her eyes trail over the smooth back, the firm, rounded ass, the meaty thighs. From this angle, she could tell he was very much his father’s son. The boy, although still a teenager, had the body of a man. And that cock! It must hang halfway to his knees!
The delicate sensation that burned near the base of her spine swept forward, tingling her pussy opening. Slowly, she lowered her right hand to her side, then over to her crotch. Even through the material of her skirt and the silky pants, she could feel her clit grow rock-hard. She swallowed hard, then bit her lower lip.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.