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A mother’s desire for her son is a subject as old as the world of literature, and its theme can be traced to the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, and Lot’s scheme to repopulate a supposedly desolate earth by sleeping with his daughters. The subject has been probed by Sophocles, and Freud defined the problem. Eugene O’Neill, a great playwright, encompassed the theme in one of his most important works.
This desire is now considered normal, healthy, and is often expected by psychologists. But should a mother ever be so overwhelmed by those desires that she can no longer keep them in check, the results might be terrible and far reaching.
LET’S DO MOM! is the story of a relationship between a young mother and her son. It is a startling, novel with an important message for society.
Look at me, baby, Jennifer was saying to herself, watching Johnny from the corner of her eyes.
She had noticed her son watching her discreetly for some time now. Not just watching what she did, but how she moved, sat or walked. And he was usually looking at the thrust of her shapely tits, the swells of her ass, or a teasing glimpse of her thighs.
Obviously Johnny was having some wicked thoughts about her, erotic thoughts. Instead of turning her off, Jennifer found herself being turned on.
Jennifer enjoyed being looked at. She was tall and beautiful, with dark-blonde hair and a lovely, honey-colored complexion. She could well be called willowy, in the style of a high-fashion model. The only real difference in those reed thin models and her, however, was the shape of her firm, thrusting tits. And unlike those models, her ass was not flat, but rounded and shapely.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.