MOTHER WITH THE HOTS
A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main characters of this novel.
Betty and Joan Howard are women possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control their lives and lead them to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In their search for physical satisfaction, the fiery women are helplessly driven to take their pleasure where they can — risking everything for the promise of gratification.
MOTHER WITH THE HOTS — the story of women tormented by their needs and the fear that they are abnormal. The tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
Betty Howard slipped her slim hand through the folds of her robe, as she watched little Eddie Somner pushing the power mower around the plants at the front of the yard. Her fingers moved between the slick, pink lips of her hot cunt and found her swollen clit. She rubbed it slowly, bringing more slick fluid from within her belly to make her pussy even more slippery.
This time I’m going to follow and see what takes him so long to put the lawn mower away, she thought. I’ll bet he gets his rocks off looking at Billy’s dirty pictures. She slipped one slim finger into her hot hole as she rubbed her throbbing clit with another.
She rubbed faster as she watched the teen trim around the last of the bushes and head toward the house with the mower. When he had gone around the corner of the garage toward the tool room she slipped quietly out the side door and into the garage. Through the dusty glass in the door she could see Eddie as he put the mower in place and opened the door of Billy’s tool cabinet. He looked up at the picture of the nude brunette with her pussy lips open and unzipped his pants.
Betty had seen enough. She opened the door and stepped through, opening her robe as she entered the tool room. Eddie spun around, his stiff cock still in his hand and his mouth hanging open.
“Wouldn’t you rather have the real thing than a picture, Eddie?” Betty threw her shoulders back and shoved her full tits forward.
Eddie still didn’t move. He stood there in the gloom of the tool room holding his long, slender cock in his right fist. His mouth hung open and his big eyes were glued to Betty’s big titties. If he moved at all it was only to tremble slightly.
“Come on, Eddie. A nice young man like you must have seen lots of women.” She reached over and felt his rigid cock between her thumb and finger. “Ah, good. Nice and hard. Put it back in your pants until we get inside the house. That is, if you’re interested in a woman my age.”
Eddie found his voice. “Uh, I, ah. Yes, ma’am.” He eased his hard cock back through his fly and zipped up his pants. Betty pulled her robe back around her and felt Eddie’s hand go into hers, waiting to be led into the house.
Oh, Lord, he’s just a baby, she thought. What at her waist and shrugged her shoulders and arms out of the robe. It dropped over her ankles.
Once again she reached for his shorts and this time he let her pull them down. His hard cock sprang up out of his shorts as they slipped down. Again he put his hands on her shoulders and lifted his feet as she slipped his last piece of clothing off one foot a time.
Still on her knees she put her arms around him and squeezed. His cock stood up between her full tits. She pressed her titties together, put her arms around him again and pulled him against her.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me, darling,” she said. “Tell me what you’re going to do when we get on the bed.”
“Tell me how you’re going to push your hard cock up my hot cunt and fuck me until both of us come together. Tell me how you’re going to suck my tits and tease my clit and make me want you.”
“Yes,” Eddie stood there with his hands on her shoulders and his cock between her tits as she squeezed his chest against her cheek.
“Oh, come on, darling,” she released him and started getting up. “Let’s get on the bed.”
“Uh… I… ah. Yes, ma’am.”