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Psychologists invariably agree that man has certain needs which are an inherent part of his nature. The most commonly mentioned are the physical needs-the needs for food and shelter. The need for sex-the “reproductive drive” as it is often referred to-is also considered basic to man.
We see this last need demonstrated time and time again. Witness the failure of the early Communist drive to abolish the family structure. Or the contemporary depletion of the priesthood and the institutions of monasteries and convents.
Marie Taylor is a woman whose normal drive for sex has been frustrated by the death of her husband, and her subsequent reluctance to “get involved” with men again for fear of becoming “attached” and then losing her man once more. And when Marie and her fourteen-year-old son Ronnie take a winter vacation with Marie’s divorced sister and her two teenage sons, the frustrated woman’s problem comes to a head. What begins as an innocent vacation, turns into a night of lust, and soon both sisters and all three young boys are doing things they would not have believed possible previously.
Horny Aunt Marie-the story of a woman who comes to terms with her own nature and needs. A novel of significance to our ever-changing society.
Marie Taylor rubbed the crystal coating of frost from a pane of the cabin window and looked out across the wide expanse of cleared woods that surrounded it on all four sides. Off in the distance, just before the huge pines rose up from a sea of snow, she could see her fourteen-year-old son Ronnie snowball-fighting with her sister’s two boys. Except for the muffled shouts of the rough-housing boys the world outside was silent. She leaned up against the window frame and raised a cup of hot coffee to her lips, luxuriating in the warmth that surrounded her. A warm fire crackled in the hearth behind her, warming her shapely legs, full asscheeks, and her sweater-clad back.
It had been thoughtful of Marie’s sister to invite Ronnie and her to spend a few days at her cabin in northern Michigan, but her thoughtfulness was not at all surprising. Thoughtfulness was as much a part of Rhoda’s personality as her warmth and easiness with people. Marie considered herself lucky to have a sister like Rhoda, and she knew that her sister shared her feelings of affection. No two sisters had ever been closer, Marie knew. She knew too that their closeness was at least in part the result of their shared suffering. Life had not treated them well, at least not in matters of the heart.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4047 in the original publications (a duplicate).