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The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness—a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
TWO R#PED MOTHERS—a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us—and the extremes to which it may drive us.
“Bobby, how dare you!” Lana cried. “Take your filthy hands off me! Stop that this instant!”
Lana Miller backed away from the neighborhood teenager she’d naively hired as a handyman. She helplessly tried to cover her huge tits with her hands. But Bobby didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer.
He was eighteen, a tall, strapping brunette whose muscular shoulders had battered through many defensive lines in plenty of football games. Lana had always considered him a handsome kid, but Bobby’s wickedly grinning face was now glazed with pure lust.
“Shit, Mrs. Miller,” Bobby murmured. “Those big tits of yours are practically hanging out of that fucking bra. What’s the harm in my taking them out and sucking on ’em for awhile?”
“Bobby! What a disgusting thing to say!”
Lana blushed as she continued to back into the corner of her living room, trying to pull together the blouse Bobby had almost ripped completely apart. But the front was just hanging open, exposing her lacy, white brassiere, and the deep, spongy cleavage of her huge tits jiggling above the cups.
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