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A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a widow, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. Under the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other’s arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.
As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters’ roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they, at least, get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.
So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?
In MOM WAS BEST each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on behind the drawn shutters of our neighbors’ lives.
Sue noticed the bulge in his pants right away as he walked toward her up the aisle, steady and sure despite the swaying of the train. She knew he was looking for a seat and the one next to her was empty. His eyes caught her swelling tits just as she was sizing up the bulge in his pants. Naturally, he slipped into the seat next to hers, brushing her knees and sending a wave of lust through her.
Visiting her son at school always turned her on. All those teenage studs made her pussy drool with hunger and she had to do something about it. She glanced at the man beside her. He was a big, handsome guy in his early thirties. Sue asked him some question about the train schedule, but the look in her eyes gave him the real message. When he asked her to join him in the club car for a drink, he saw her blue eyes light up and small mouth curl into a warm smile. As she nodded, he noticed how her cascading blonde hair bounced on her shoulders.
She led the way to the club car, and Phil — that was his name — watched her ass sway back and forth in her tight slacks, she had a perfect ass, and he was sure the rest of her was equal to it.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4108 in the original publications (a duplicate).