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Most of us lead two lives—real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies—wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Maggie Jones has learned to be honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul—a person who feels sexually free.
MOM IN A SANDWICH deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate—but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide his or her own standard of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concerned, just as Maggie Jones has done.
Larry and Linda …
Linda and Larry …
Maggie Jones couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t believe it. Except she had seen it with her eyes. Larry fucking Linda . . . Linda fucking
Larry.
Boys will eventually get around to finding a willing girl to fuck, Maggie knew. A girl will find a boy to dampen those fires between her thighs.
But Larry? He was so young, still a baby. Well, not a baby exactly, but Larry was her baby, she thought. He would always be her baby, no matter what his age. And Linda was Maggie’s best friend. Linda was certainly not a baby, she was not even a girl. Linda was only a year younger than Maggie.
And they had been fucking.
Maggie had walked the short distance to Linda’s beach house. She and Linda had made plans to be lazy this day, to sprawl on the beach and work on their tans, to doze and let their minds float from all cares and troubles.
That was how she had seen them.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.