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Today most middle-class people maintain a respectable manner, obscuring the ferment signifying social change in which large numbers of them are engaged.
Young, educated, aware of their responsibilities to themselves and the community in which they live, they have at one time or another played important roles in the black movement and women’s liberation, helped stir reaction to the war in Indochina, and were instrumental in opening up the voting franchise to a wider spectrum of the population.
This social ferment has also extended itself into the private lives of these people, resulting in freer, more open attitudes toward sex.
Connie Talbot and her daughter Stacy are a part of this involved generation, groping their way toward more honest expressions of their personalities, endeavoring to manifest their sexuality without shame.
X-RATED MOTHER — a shocking story, true, but also a meaningful novel about our changing times.
Stacy Talbot came out of the building, buttoning up her fuzzy coat as she walked. A cold winter wind blew across the campus. God, why hadn’t she gone someplace warm, like Miami or UCLA or even Hawaii? Amherst was such a bitch in the winter, but she only had one more year. That was a consolation.
“Stace!” someone called, and she turned to see who it might be.
“Oh, hi, Don,” she said.
He swept her up in his arms and spun her around, heels flying in the air, before he put her down and kissed her. She liked Don. He was strong as a bear and just as cuddly.
“I missed you, so I decided to cut class and scour the campus in search of your body,” he leered, his breath frosty in the chill air. He looked so funny when he wanted to be naughty.
“What do you want to do?” she asked as they walked.
“I want to do you,” he replied, very sincere. “I want to spread your nude body on a bearskin rug, smear you with honey and whipped cream, and then lick it all away.”
“I’ve had that done before,” Stacy said. “It’s no big deal. And it’s kinda messy. Why don’t we just go somewhere and screw?”
“You’ve convinced me.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4054 in the original publications (a duplicate).