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Mother Son Romance & Incest Novels


Title:  Moms and Sons

Series:  Volume No.8

Author: Baron LeSade

Author's Page:  Other Titles

Publisher:  Baron LeSade

Language: English

Length:  80,000 Words

ISBN:  9781310234774


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Moms and Sons - Volume No.8


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Pitching her blouse on the bar, she finished her drink and refilled the glass one more time. She decided she was going to get roaring drunk and wash the filth of the day down the drain. Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her brassiere and felt the tension go out of it. As the bra slipped down her arms, her big, drooping breasts majestically spilled out into the open bobbling and quivering with every move she made.

"God, that feels good," she growled, dropping the bra on her blouse and cupping her breasts in her hands. Lifting them, she pinched her swollen, sensitive nipples and began to twist them between her fingers and thumbs. As the pleasurable sensations sparked down to her aching clit, she made a declaration.

"No more bras—"

She was tired of being the prim and proper wife for her asshole of an ex-husband. She still had most of her looks. Even if George didn't think so. And now she was going to flaunt them at any man that would look, she told herself as she squeezed and kneaded the big, soft mountains of flesh, "Yes, girls," she said to her breasts as she looked down at them. "No more bras for you. I'm going to let you breathe. No being squeezed down inside a brassiere. So stupid, and so uncomfortable."

Closing her eyes, she just stood there, squeezing and massaging her tits, enjoying the feel of her soft fingers on her skin. Then she realized that her nipples were swollen and puffy.

Why, she was getting aroused, she tipsily thought. She'd thought she'd feel some remorse or something over the divorce. Wasn't there supposed to be some sense of mourning or something? After all, she'd been married to him for twenty-five years, she told herself. But strangely, all she felt was a sense of relief that it was finally all over.

Smiling to herself, she was somewhat surprised by her body's reaction. It felt funny that she could be aroused so easily. But wait, she suddenly remembered, it has been seven months…seven long months since she and George had…she let the thoughts trail off into nothing, not wanting to subject herself to old memories.

Easing her big tits back down onto her chest, she reached over, grabbed the DeWars bottle by its neck and lifted it up to her lips. Tipping the bottle back, she took another swig then grabbed a glass and went strutting across the room to the stairs on her four-inch heels. As she walked, she felt a tipsy giggle bubble up to her lips as she felt her big tits jiggling and cavorting around on her chest. She remembered how much George had liked them when they'd first got married. Hell, he couldn't keep his hands off them. Well, too bad, Georgie because you'll never touch them again. You'll just have to be satisfied with Stephanie and her tiny teenie boobs.

Maybe her tits sagged a little, but what the hell, she was forty-six. What did you expect? She could still turn heads when she wanted to. They had the shape. The shape and size that men seemed to like. Or anyway, the size and shape of most of the women in the men's magazine she seen. Big, round, and full with the circles of dark, pebbled flesh tipping them. Her areolas were about the size of a silver dollar with two big, puffy nipples sticking out of the darkened circles.

Smiling proudly, she tripped up the stairs and hurried down to her bedroom.

"No more Jacuzzi for you, George—" she declared out loud, feeling her tits tug at her chest as she leaned down and turned it on. They'd had the Jacuzzi installed in their bedroom about ten years ago. They use to love soaking in it which seemed to inevitably lead to a little heavy petting and eventually to the bed. Well, there wouldn't be any of that for a while, she sadly thought, watching the water froth and bubble. Stop it, she angrily told herself. We aren't going to mope, she laughed, stomping over to her bed and setting the Dewar's bottle on her night stand.

"REALLY MOM," HE GRINNED, "YOU OUGHT TO HEAR WHAT THE GUYS AT SCHOOL SAY ABOUT YOU. THEY SAY YOU ARE ONE FOXY LADY...!"


eBook DESCRIPTION

Monica is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper moms. But within her lies a love of depravity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a love of depravity that eventually forces her to act. This eight story volume of Moms and Sons also tells of Carol, with a young mom haunted by the incestuous perversity seething within her. Do these stories reflect the many problems facing our modern society?

eBook TAGS    Mother Son Incest, Mom & Boy Incest, Caught Masturbating, MILF Cougar Sex, Seducing Mom Romance, Family Exotica

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