Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), 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 give a proper description.
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The familiar sound of her son's Toyota station wagon pulling into the driveway, caught her attention. She was never able to relax until her son Ted, though he was nineteen and in his second year of college, was home and in his room. A deep sigh of relief escaped her lips as she heard the engine stop, the car door open and close, then her son's footsteps treading lightly past her bedroom door on his way to his room.
A glance at the luminous dial on the clock radio on the night table told her it was two in the morning. He's keeping late hours, she thought, then smiled, like she always did when she thought her tall, handsome sexy looking Yes! That was the way she thought of him, quite often in fact. Her son was sexy looking! What woman wouldn't consider him sexy, even feel a hot desire for him ... including his own mother?
She hoped her husband didn't suspect she thought of Ted in that way. God, he'd go ape if he knew she had the hots for their own son! But then, maybe if he took better care of her needs in the bedroom, perhaps she wouldn't be thinking all the time about that impressive bulge in the front of her son's trousers. The sight of it thrilled and excited her. Was he constantly in a state of erection? Or was he magnificently endowed? The way his trousers poked out in front like a tent, he appeared to be hung like a bull.
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The familiar sound of her son's Toyota station wagon pulling into the driveway, caught her attention. She was never able to relax until her son Ted, though he was nineteen and in his second year of college, was home and in his room. A deep sigh of relief escaped her lips as she heard the engine stop, the car door open and close, then her son's footsteps treading lightly past her bedroom door on his way to his room.
A glance at the luminous dial on the clock radio on the night table told her it was two in the morning. He's keeping late hours, she thought, then smiled, like she always did when she thought her tall, handsome sexy looking Yes! That was the way she thought of him, quite often in fact. Her son was sexy looking! What woman wouldn't consider him sexy, even feel a hot desire for him ... including his own mother?
She hoped her husband didn't suspect she thought of Ted in that way. God, he'd go ape if he knew she had the hots for their own son! But then, maybe if he took better care of her needs in the bedroom, perhaps she wouldn't be thinking all the time about that impressive bulge in the front of her son's trousers. The sight of it thrilled and excited her. Was he constantly in a state of erection? Or was he magnificently endowed? The way his trousers poked out in front like a tent, he appeared to be hung like a bull.