Daddy's Brat, Mother's Son E-Book

Abel Cervantes

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt: 

"Sit," her father was saying to Abby, pointing to a vanity stool. He himself sat on the foot of the large double bed, facing her. , "Yes, Father," Abby replied, sitting. She had a worried frown on her face.
"Abigail," Hezekiah went on, his eyes firmly locked on the young girl's rising and falling bosom, "I heard you just now as you came into the house with your sister. Did you tell her anything?"
"Of course not, father," the brunette answered, crossing her legs under her long dress, noting her father was acutely conscious of her movement.
"There is no reason for the secrecy, Abigail. Had you been made aware of everything prior to your eighteenth birthday, you might have run screaming from this very room. You, and all the girls before you, had to be properly prepared, just as Mary Jane will be properly prepared."
"I know, Father," Abby nodded, and Mary Jane silently gasped as she saw her older sister reach from where she was sitting to her father's lap, placing her palm openly against the bulge in her father's crotch. "Believe me," Abby went on, "I've revealed nothing. That's the truth, Father."
Hezekiah Farrar's eyes began losing their harshness as his daughter's fingers slowly rubbed up and down his pillar of prick. It was not surprising to discover the cock was already horn-hard.
"Daddy," she whispered in a little girl voice, making him raise his eyes to look at her youthful, sensuous face with its wide-set brown eyes and full, tantalizing lips. The full lips parted to reveal her perfectly white teeth as she showed him a look that instantly aroused him.
"All right!" Farrar shuddered as his daughter's fingers lightly pinched the solid head of his prick through his pants.

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Father's Daughter, Mother's Son

Dallas Sparklewhip

Copyright © 2015 Dallas Sparklewhip

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

The first snowfall of the season was coming down in light, feathery flakes. It was a wet snow and wouldn't stick. For that, Mary Jane Farrar was glad. She hated snow. Where she lived, it was warm only about three' months of the year. The isolated village of Bell's Landing was, in reality, a tiny island just off the coast of Maine settled by a small religious sect known as Padramors. Like the Pilgrims and the Puritans, the Padramors had escaped England's religious persecution in the eighteenth century. Like the other religious sects, the Padramors had come to settle in America. They had settled on the island known as Bell's

Landing, named after their leader, Josiah Nell.

Unlike the other religious sects, the Padramors never really flourished. A dozen families had arrived from England in 1867, and at the moment there were only five hundred families on the entire island for a total population of 3,300 men, women, and children.

Suffering and endurance was part of the Padramor religion, all of whom were devout believers in God, following the ways of Abraham's nephew, Lot. But there were other, mysterious ceremonies which Mary Jane did not understand. It would all be made clear to her in less than a month, when she reached her eighteenth birthday.

Mary Jane was a beautiful girl with long, naturally light blond hair. She had glistening brown eyes, a short nose, and a full pair of lips. Her body had the lean litheness of a ballet dancer, with small, firm breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips and a belly as flat as a pane of glass. Her slender, willow-like legs were hidden beneath a maxi-dress. The women of Bell's Landing loved to maintain some sort of style, and the maxi-dress allowed them to cover their ankles without looking old-fashioned. Mary Jane was wearing a yellow dress to match the color of her hair.