10-05-2022, 04:37 PM
Between Mothers & Sons
That night. There had been a power outage earlier. It was the first time that they had no electricity since the trip began. They ate dinner using candle light and a few lamps. The temperature of the house was slowly beginning to drop, especially with the snow storm outside. They wore thicker clothes to keep warm.
Caroline's room was lit by candle light and a lamp. She tried working on her story by using a battery pack to power her laptop. As always, she had the set of erotic stories next to her. She picked up the sex manual and looked at it. Then she wondered if Jane had used those same techniques on her son.
Caroline flipped through Jane's photo album again. It looked like Jane used the sexual techniques from the book on her son. It was appalling, yet irresistible. It was unholy, yet it looked so right. How could my best friend do such a thing?
Her eyes studied the different pictures. She lost track of how many times she had looked at them. The sight of actual incest was shocking. It always made her moisten between the legs to look at the pictures. She looked at the sex manual a few more times, and then she tried to go back to work.
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That night. There had been a power outage earlier. It was the first time that they had no electricity since the trip began. They ate dinner using candle light and a few lamps. The temperature of the house was slowly beginning to drop, especially with the snow storm outside. They wore thicker clothes to keep warm.
Caroline's room was lit by candle light and a lamp. She tried working on her story by using a battery pack to power her laptop. As always, she had the set of erotic stories next to her. She picked up the sex manual and looked at it. Then she wondered if Jane had used those same techniques on her son.
Caroline flipped through Jane's photo album again. It looked like Jane used the sexual techniques from the book on her son. It was appalling, yet irresistible. It was unholy, yet it looked so right. How could my best friend do such a thing?
Her eyes studied the different pictures. She lost track of how many times she had looked at them. The sight of actual incest was shocking. It always made her moisten between the legs to look at the pictures. She looked at the sex manual a few more times, and then she tried to go back to work.
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जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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