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Misty Adams is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Rut within her lurk passions that are contrary to many of society’s most ancient taboos, passions waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
MOM’S ON THE MAKE — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
Sitting in the car waiting for her son as he bought a soft drink at the drive-in window, Misty had the most powerful urge to expose herself.
There was a group of teenagers, boys and girls, sitting about twenty feet away at a small table, sipping soft drinks. There was no one else around, and the urge to flash her legs, her crotch, at the boys and girls was almost overpowering.
She looked at her son as he stood leaning into the window. He wore jogging shorts, bright red with a yellow strip up the sides, and was bare chested. His body looked good to her. It was not the first time she had admired his body. She had been admiring it since he had been very little, and more now that he was a teenager. It wasn’t that Misty was turned on by teenagers, she was just one hell of a hot woman, a very erotic woman.
This desire to expose herself was something new.
She had never thought of doing it before, although she knew the boys in school would get turned on by her high kicks, and the truth be known, so had she.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.