Incest Vacation: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Sharrow, Pearline
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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
Excerpt:
"Unnggghhh! Ahhhhh! Deeper! Omigod, get it in deeper!" For a moment little Ann Eastman thought she had been imagining things, or perhaps had been deluded into believing that her dream had been real. Certainly it had seemed that the man caressing her body had been a solid, three-dimensional figure, even though she could not distinguish…mehr

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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Excerpt:

"Unnggghhh! Ahhhhh! Deeper! Omigod, get it in deeper!"
For a moment little Ann Eastman thought she had been imagining things, or perhaps had been deluded into believing that her dream had been real. Certainly it had seemed that the man caressing her body had been a solid, three-dimensional figure, even though she could not distinguish his face or identify him. There was also no mistaking the hungry, yearning desire percolating through her lithe, supple twelve-year-old body. She had awakened, though, to find herself alone in the narrow bunk built over the cab of her parents' camper.
Another sound caught her attention and she twisted about cautiously, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise and thereby disturb her parents, who were sleeping in the larger bunk which took up most of the main body of the camper. Peering over the edge of her bunk and looking down, she saw a sight that caused her to suck in a quick, startled gasp of air. One of the curtains masking the camper's interior from viewers outside had slipped a few inches aside and a stray beam of moonlight filtered into the small area, partially illuminating the big bed below her. While the lighting was far from complete, there was enough light for her to get a fairly clear view of her parents.
Ken, her father, was lying atop Lucy, his wife of two years and Ann's stepmother. Ann blinked at seeing the unusual sight and squinted more carefully. The broad shoulders and narrow waist indicated masculinity; there was no room for error on that score. She could not see his face-his body was pointed directly away from her-but she naturally supposed that the man was her father.