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The tremendous impact of a parent’s attitude and behavior upon a growing child has been emphasized repeatedly by psychologists. Indeed, a parent’s influence often carries over into a child’s later years, leaving an indelible mark upon his personality.
This influence can be for the good, as when a child grows into a mature and happy adult, or for the bad, as when the child grows into a confined outsider.
This is the story of two impressionable teenagers, Greg and Tami whose relationship with their divorced mother threatens to leave indelible marks on their personalities if the potentially dangerous situation in which they find themselves is not changed. They feel everything their mother does must be right — even if it leads them down a forbidden path.
THREE-WAY FAMILY — a shocking story, certainly, but one which must be told.
Linda Sawyer had been experiencing the familiar heat between her long, creamy thighs for months now. That steaming heat had been churning progressively hotter. She knew very well what the problem was; she needed a damn good fucking, a real fucking very badly.
Often she became so aroused, especially lately, that she had to caress and fondle her pussy, a habit she had given up years ago. Still she seldom fingered herself to orgasm — with two young children racing about the house day and night, it was difficult to find privacy long enough to make herself come.
Since her divorce two years ago, Linda had been so frustrated sexually, she thought she would have fucked anything available. Yet she had a shy nature. She knew she could not go out, visit those places where she could meet a man. There wasn’t anything wrong with her except being so shy. She was still an extremely beautiful woman at thirty-five. She know men looked at her, their eyes wistful, glowing with erotic speculation when she passed them on the street. And, she admitted to herself, she enjoyed being looked at that way. She loved it when the men gazed at her long legs, at the way her ass writhed underneath her skirts and dresses, the way her straining tits jiggled ever so slightly. Yes, she loved it, but she could not bring herself to openly look back at them, to invite further advances.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number HP-6117 in the original publications (a duplicate).