Swapping Incest: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Rex Harmon

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

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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And now here she was, alone in bed and damn near wishing she had one of those eighteen-year-old horny studs in bed with her. She would let him do more than look. I'd make him wear his sonofabitchin' tongue off on 'em, Mary thought.
The obscene idea made her really blush. She was just glad that Walt couldn't read her mind from the kitchen. Lordy, he'd come in and tan my fanny with a fly swatter for being such a greedy slut, Mary laughed.
"Hey, honey!"
It was Walt, yelling at her from the kitchen, and she knew why.
"The scraper is in the cabinet!" she yelled back. "And don't get your hand burned again!"
That took care of him for a bit, and she knew that if she waited long enough he would come back into the bedroom to kiss her good-bye... and maybe, just maybe.
To keep her fine edge of horny interest aglow, Mary substituted her hand for the pillow and began to gently rub the pouting lips of her pussy. She did it under the sheet, so that if he came suddenly back in he wouldn't notice anything. She certainly had no interest in letting her husband see her playing with herself, knowing how oddly strait-laced he could be at times.

Leseprobe

Swapping Incest

Rex Harmon

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

"Mmmm," she crooned, sleepily, not bothering to blush as the corners of her lips turned up into sharp angles of remembered satisfaction-Walt had fucked her last night better than he had in many a moon.

She moaned again kittenishly and hugged the yielding pillow a bit closer against the hollow curves of her pelvis. She loved the way the grainy texture of the pillow case pushed against the mossy, damp shag of her pussy. She knew, without even looking, that the lips of her cunt would be thick this morning. They would be thick and a little sore, but beautifully sore like two tongues that have rubbed together all night long in erotic rapture.

She stirred and opened her eyes. At the same time she reached hungrily crossways toward the other side of the bed, to the spot where only a few hours ago Walt had been lying. He had been aroused as a healthy young tiger, with that husky, big prick of his standing up between his legs like a bar of hard candy. But he wasn't there now.

She felt a small twitch of disappointment that he wasn't still in bed. She had wanted to find him still there, and still temptingly naked. She had even thought about bringing him right back to life by playing around. She knew exactly how to do it-how to lightly tease his penis with just the tips of her fingers, or even the edges of her lips, until it was as stiff as the devil's horn. And then...