Leseprobe
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Incest Affair: Taboo Erotica
Brett Chamberlin
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Belletristik / Gegenwartsliteratur (ab 1945)
Beschreibung
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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Lois Baxter lay in bed, the covers drawn up around her waist. Next to her, her husband Bret snored loudly. As was his practice, he wore no pajamas, sleeping in the nude. He had kicked the bedclothes off of him and Lois looked over with a faint smile on her lips.Bret was lying on his back. His hard muscular and hairy chest rose and fell as he breathed evenly. But what pleased Lois even more was his massive morning cockstand. Her husband's pecker rose straight up, past his navel, resting against his chest, half-hidden in the curly thicket of dark black body hair.She gazed at it fondly, glancing once again at the alarm clock. It was nearly seven. She knew she'd have to get up and make breakfast, see that the kids got to school on time. But she wasn't quite ready. She moved the blankets down and slipped one hand under her nightgown, touching herself, reassuring herself that she was still attractive, still a hot piece of ass at thirty-four.That's what comes of marrying young, she thought to herself.She had been a child bride, more or less. Now, she was the mother of two teenagers, eighteen-year-old Gary and nineteen-year-old Gail. Two handsome well-built youngsters. She remembered holding them in her arms, nursing them at her breasts, and smiled, wondering where all the years had gone.But I shouldn't complain, she said to herself, running the tips of her fingers up and around her pubic mound.
