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Is inc#st a widespread phenomenon going on behind closed drapes all over the country? In slums, in middle-class neighborhoods and even in the mansions of the wealthy, are mothers lying with sons, fathers with daughters and brothers with sisters? Although we may never have answers to these questions, we do know that this practice has been going on since the beginning of recorded history.
Why we may never know just how common it is, however, is probably due to the fact that very few of those who indulge in this societal perversion will ever admit it. Even those who have first-hand knowledge of the practice must remain in doubt as to how many other people share their strange habit.
WET DREAM MOM is the story of a boy and his mother who live at home by themselves. As you read this novel, you will see how the normal sex drives of each are twisted into a relationship that would bring the wrath of their neighbors down upon them if they ever found out.
The reader is left to decide for himself what the consequences of such a relationship might be — both for them and for society itself.
Peggy sat on the toilet, her legs spread as wide as they would go. Leaning against the water tank, she caressed her slender thighs, running her hand up and down the smooth, creamy flesh. Her skirt was bunched about her small waist, and her tits strained at the front of her blouse. The top buttons of her blouse were open, and the creamy swells of her tits appeared ready to overflow the confines of her bra.
She was in her own bathroom, the one adjoining her bedroom. As she struggled with her decision, she carefully avoided looking at the small hole in the wall. On the other side of the wall, she knew her son, Joey, was peeking.
She had noticed the hole immediately a week ago, and at first she had been angry, but not very much. Then she decided it was fun, exciting. If Joey wanted to peek at her, she knew he found interest in her, in her body. Besides, she didn’t have to let him know she was aware. That way, she could do what she wanted, show what she wanted, and Joey would not know she was doing it on purpose.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.