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Father Daughter Romance & Incest Novels


Title:  Family - Volume One

Series:  Volume I

Author: Baron LeSade

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Publisher:  Baron LeSade

Language: English

Length:  30,000 Words

ISBN:  9781301897483


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A grandmother? Sarah? A grandmother? No, it couldn't be. No woman with my looks could possibly be a grandmother, could she? Grandmothers were short, plump, grey-haired women who went around wearing conservative summery dresses with aprons tied around their pudgy bellies. That certainly wasn't the image gazing back at her from the depths of the mirror! Not at all! The figure staring back at her was a woman – all woman! – with a full head of silver-blonde hair and a pretty face. She had curves galore – a show-stopping figure with a pair of lovely, shapely legs that stretched out below her seemingly for miles and miles!

But, alas, the woman looking back at her looked very lonely.

Widowed a year earlier, she now lived alone in the huge house where she and her late husband, Henri had spent so many happy years together. Henri had been successful – very successful! – in real estate. His success had made him, them independently wealthy, able to take off at the drop of a hat and fly anywhere they wanted. The kicker had been his taking her on those jaunts as his 'personal assistant', and making a point to meet at least one local realtor and look at some property or other. That had allowed them to call such jaunts 'business trips', and write all the expenses off on their taxes at the end of the year! Henri had been a shrewd businessman that way, knowing all the little tricks, and it had only served to increase their wealth.

It had been a good life, she told herself. They had enjoyed each other's company so much. In fact, they had been so wealthy that there was no reason for her to work. So she had spent most of her time socializing with other socialites in their rich circle of friends and accompanying Henri on his many business trips.

But when Henri passed away, all that changed. She found herself shunned by those same women who had once called her 'friend'. Now that Sarah was single, both her widowed or divorced girlfriends, along with the ones who were still married, viewed her beauty and grace just a little too much competition, especially at the lavish parties they threw. They felt that they were tempting fate to bring such a beautiful, widowed woman with no 'attachments' around. Such a woman could easily seduce their husbands or gentlemen friends away from them, if she so desired.

She could hardly blame them though. She had always been smugly proud of her beauty and didn't care who knew it. Any attention she received was richly deserved, she thought. No matter what the age or source of attention, as long as it was a male. And on top of this, she had been quite the flirt. Now, even this came back to haunt her. In fact, that was the only contentious thing that had ever come between her and her Henri. He had been extremely jealous of her, and showed it. So now, Sarah found herself a social outcast, on the outside looking in on her old circle of so called friends… left to her own devices to find happiness for herself. She had never felt so all alone in her whole life…

She still had her looks, though, and those looks still attracted attention wherever she went. Sarah had taken particular care of herself over the years, and now only a few, faint wrinkle lines marred her smooth, almost perfect skin. She worked out daily, almost religiously, in the room that Henri had fitted out as a home fitness center, and her diligence had paid off handsomely. Even though she was closing in on fifty-five, she had the figure of a much-younger woman. In fact, when people saw her and her daughter together, many commented on what a pretty pair of sisters they were – a constant source of flattery to her, and one of grudging annoyance to Emily, her thirty-five year old daughter.

eBook TAGS    Grandmother Grandson Incest, Grandfather Granddaughter Sex, Grandson Romance, Grandparent Love, Family Incest, 3 Short Stories

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“NOW, DARLING, NOW,” SHE MURMURED, HUMPING HERSELF UP AT HIS SLOWLY PISTONING PRICK. “YOU CAN FUCK ME FAST”...!


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A grandmother? No, it couldn't be. No woman with my looks could possibly be a grandmother, could she? Grandmothers were short, plump, grey-haired women who went around wearing conservative summery dresses with aprons tied around their pudgy bellies. That certainly wasn't the image gazing back at her from the depths of the mirror! Not at all! The figure staring back at her was a woman – all woman! – with a full head of silver-blonde hair and a pretty face. She had curves galore – a show-stopping figure with a pair of lovely, shapely legs that stretched out below her seemingly for miles and miles! Three short stories of sex between grandchild and grandparents.

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