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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate traders.
Carol Taylor is an outwardly proper person, quite normal in all respects. Or so she seems. In her lurks a love of the perverse, as her son and niece find out. MOM’S THE BEST SUCKER — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
Carol Taylor lifted her feet and placed them on the back of the front seat. The open convertible allowed the full heat of the sun to burn on her already-golden flesh, her dark-blonde hair flying back from her head.
The car wasn’t moving, but parked in a clump of trees.
There was no one else with her. She liked being alone, but not all the time. Sometimes she liked being with someone, but she had no one to be with. Not now, since her divorce. She had her son, Roger but he was still a little boy and besides he had his own friends.
Resting her head on the back seat, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift as it usually did when she was alone. By herself, she could pretend, act any way she liked. She would not be disturbed here in the pine forest, and she could allow her fantasies to run free without fear of being caught.
Carol fantasized a great deal. She fantasized about anything and everything, but most of her fantasies were erotic. She would imagine certain neighbors undressed in a bedroom perhaps, or on the couch, fucking and sucking as she stood watching from some dark window.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.