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Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home, to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide — often involuntarily — what to do with one’s life.
Transitions all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never ending string of transitions.
In this frank novel, an entire family — and many other residents of the town in which they live — is faced with changes which greatly affect their personal lives, as well as their relationships with one another.
FAMILY FLESH FEAST is the story of the Moore family and some of their friends and neighbors who, while striving to lead normal lives, discover that there are forces that exist over which they seem to have little control.
Society condemns their actions, but are they really guilty? A work of fiction, true, but one which holds a message for us all.
On her knees before the teenager, Donna Moore had one heart stopping moment of panic as she took his stiff cock out of his pants. If her husband or son or daughter walked in the house at this moment and saw her…
They wouldn’t believe what they saw anyway.
For one thing, her appearance was stunningly different. Kneeling before the groaning boy, Donna’s eyes blazed with fierce passion as her ripe tits panted in a low cut, see through black bra, with openings for her swollen red nipples. Her hot silken ass was almost naked, the sheer bikini panties hugging their juicy curves. The panties were crotchless, so that her dripping pink cunt peeped through obscenely.
Her ass weaved lewdly now as she thrust the boy’s long rod into her eager lips. Donna began to suck him off with low urgent whimpers, one hand stroking his prick while the other gently squeezed his big balls. The cuckoo clock on the wall suddenly hooted, and she almost fainted with nervous fright. Then she remembered she was in her kitchen blowing a handsome young stranger, young enough to be her own son.
And in a tremendously excited way, the sexy, moaning brunette wished he were her son.
“Geez, Missus — UNNNNNF! — Missus Moore — wow, WOW! — you’re too — MMMMMF! — too hungry!” he gasped.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.