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Mother Son Sister Incest  Novels

Title:  Trailer Trash

Series:  N/A

Author: Baron LeSade

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Publisher:  Lots Cave

Language: English

Length:  26,382 Words

ISBN:  9781301042616

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Trailer Trash


Grinning from ear to ear, Billy Joe watched his sister reach down and grab hold of the bottom of her tee shirt. Then, as a mischievous grin spread across her face, Peggy Sue jerked her shirt up and pulled it off over her head. As she did, a pair of the finest-looking tits Billy Joe had ever seen spilled out into the open.

“Wow, uh, nice, very nice, Sis,” Billy Joe smirked as he gawked down at his sister’s jiggling, quivering tits.

“Thank you,” Peggy Sue proudly smiled and tossed her damp tee shirt down on the table by her beer.

“Peggy Sue, you put your shirt back on right this instance—” Norma Jean barked, staring down at her daughter’s big, droopy breasts with obvious appreciation.

“Too hot—” Peggy Sue snorted, leaning back against her chaise and thrusting her big tits out. Billy Joe’s eyes never left the wriggling mounds of tit-flesh as Peggy Sue grinned and picked up her beer again. Then she leaned over and gently tapped her beer bottle against Billy Joe’s beer. “Cheers, Bro—”

Looking over at his mother, Billy Joe saw that she was blushing as she stared down at Peggy Sue’s bare, sweaty tits. She looked like she didn’t know what to do as she looked up to Billy’s Joe’s face and then back down to her daughter’s quivering breasts. “You ought to try it, Mom,” Peggy Sue grinned, lifting her hand up to one of her big tits and slowly circling a bright, pink fingernail around one of the big, knobby nipples jutting out of its darkened tip.

“Uh, yeah, uh, Mom, why don’t you try it?” Billy Joe grinned, looking down at his mother’s breasts to see that her sweaty shirt was wetly clinging to them. But now he saw that her nipples were hard and erect as they tented the sweaty shirt.

“No, no, I, I couldn’t do that,” Norma Jean murmured as she lifted up her beer and took another long swig on it.

“Oh, come on, Mom... don’t be a fuddy-duddy. You’re among family,” Billy Joe smirked.

“Yeah, Mom, do it. Show him you’re not a scaredy cat,” Peggy Sue tipsily giggled as she took another sip of beer.

“No—no—I just couldn’t—” Norma Jean said as her eyes nervously dipped down to Billy Joe’s lap and saw the big lump sticking out against his bathing trunks. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him with an erection. In fact, it seemed as if he had an almost perpetual hard on. But she really couldn’t blame him too much, the way she and Peggy Sue ran around the house in short-shorts and tees all the time. He was a growing boy after all. Maybe she and Peggy Sue should have some consideration for the boy and give him a break by wearing some less-revealing clothing. Not that he complained about the way they dressed.

But it was just too damned hot to start today, she told herself. So hot, in fact, maybe Peggy Sue had the right idea, she told herself glancing back over at her daughter’s sweaty, jiggling breasts.

She didn’t know if it was the heat, the booze, or the joking banter, but suddenly the idea of running around topless didn’t sound that bad. Not that bad at all. And it would be cooler, she told herself, looking down at her tee shirt that was wetly clinging to her giant udders. Hell, the way her shirt was sticking to them, Billy could see everything anyway. Maybe she should take her shirt off and go get another beer to cool them off.

“Come on, Mom,” Billy Joe snickered as she reached over and set her beer back on the table.

“Yeah, come on, Mom,” Peggy Sue chimed in.

“No staring... if I do?” Norma Jean told Billy Joe.



As usual, mom and daughter both dressed in attire they wore when not working or at school. This consisted of T-shirts and short shorts. The extra short shorts were so short and tight, Billy swore they’d been painted or sprayed on. In the afternoon heat, their thin Tee’s clung wetly to their bodies emphasizing and highlighting every delightful detail underneath the clinging material. What’s a growing boy to do?

eBook TAGS    Mother Son Incest, Brother Sister Incest, Sibling Sex, Taboo Family Seduction


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