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Most of us lead two lives—real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies—wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to repress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In MOMMY’S HOT GOLDEN SHOWERS, Karen decides not to repress her desires and fantasies—and finds that she must suffer the consequences, while discovering ultimate happiness.
This story deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us, in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on an individual’s solution. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
Sprawled on her back, her head half under the sink, Karen Hastings found herself seeing something that sent a jolt of excitement through her.
Above her, straddling her shoulders, her son was trying to work the faucets. She had been under the sink with unfamiliar tools, attempting to unplug the stopped-up sink. Her son, trying to help her, was not aware of his exposure.
He wore a pair of scarlet jogging shorts, and the legs looked much too wide for him. It was obvious he wasn’t wearing underwear, because she could see his balls and half his cock. It had been three years since she had seen a pair of balls or a cock, and when she caught sight of her son’s, something like an electrical jolt shot through her, burning at her cunt. The sudden reaction of her cunt startled her. She had not had an orgasm in so long, she had almost forgotten what one felt like. She had not even felt that old wet heat that used to be with her all the time.
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