The Incest Weekend: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Honey Silverberg

• 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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"I don't like you spending the weekend with Valerie," Wally's father said flatly. "Why not?" he demanded.
"Because," he said, "You know your sister has rejected our religioun. You know, that she's living a sinful life in the city."
His mother was far more reluctant to criticize.
"Valerie is growing up," his mother said, "And I think you have a very harsh attitude toward her."
"Well it's obvious to me by the way that she dresses and paints her face," he said angrily, "what that girl is up to."
"Well I'm going whether you like it or not," Wally informed his father.
Saying no more, he picked up his hand piece of luggage, and proceeded out the door.
He drove to the airport with his mother, who talked all the way.
"Now promise me one thing Wally," she said, "that you won't have a drop to drink. I know Valerie likes to drink. I can't mention that to your father, but she does drink."
"I'm not going to drink mom," he said, "you don't have to worry about me."
"Well I do," she said, "you are such a good boy."
"I'm not as innocent as you think mom," Wally smiled slyly.

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The Incest Weekend

Honey Silverberg

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER ONE

"Because," he said, "You know your sister has rejected our religioun. You know, that she's living a sinful life in the city."

His mother was far more reluctant to criticize.

"Valerie is growing up," his mother said, "And I think you have a very harsh attitude toward her."

"Well it's obvious to me by the way that she dresses and paints her face," he said angrily, "what that girl is up to."

"Well I'm going whether you like it or not," Wally informed his father.

Saying no more, he picked up his hand piece of luggage, and proceeded out the door.

He drove to the airport with his mother, who talked all the way.

"Now promise me one thing Wally," she said, "that you won't have a drop to drink. I know Valerie likes to drink. I can't mention that to your father, but she does drink."

"I'm not going to drink mom," he said, "you don't have to worry about me."

"Well I do," she said, "you are such a good boy."

"I'm not as innocent as you think mom," Wally smiled slyly.

They didn't have much more to say till they got to the airport.

He waved goodbye to his mother and kissed her.

'Take care," she called after him.

"I will mom," he smiled, "don't worry."

As he got on the plane, he laughed. He had been drinking for years, and catting around too. It seemed ridiculous, that his mom should be so fussy. The plane trip was a smooth one, and as the plane surged down through the clouds over Chicago, he caught sight of Lakeshore Drive and the windy city's skyscrapers.