«Mama's Boys 2» by Veronica Sloan

Even the sweetest mommy has dirty thoughts and desires, secret fantasies she'll never share aloud. In this
collection of short stories, those fantasies become reality. Four mothers
indulge in four explicit acts of taboo that their sons will never forget.


In “Homecoming,”
Jennifer tries to resist the temptation of her handsome, married son. Years ago they vowed to end their incestuous affair, but it's a sweaty Georgia
morning…and they'll be all alone. In “Sex Ed,” Diana is helpless to resist the commands of her alpha husband. If he tells her to take their son's
virginity, she can't say no! In “What She Can't Get at Home,” Brenda
is encouraged by her impotent husband to have an affair, and finds a new lover
surprisingly close to home. Finally, in “My Son's Peculiar
Condition,” a former size queen discovers that her shy son is absurdly
well hung. Can Dana ignore her inner slut, or will she ride her boy to manhood?


This
bundle of erotic taboo is 31,000 words and for readers 18 and up.


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Excerpt ~~~~~


He hadn't called her mommy
since he was a boy. The word scorched his heart. His mother's nails clawed at his biceps, desperate for his security, his love. In that moment, his body
still thrumming with passion, there seemed no better comfort than a long and loving kiss. His mother's lips were salty and wet from her tears. She gave a muffled groan of surprise but did not stop him.


Jennifer's muscles ached from
the panic that gripped her soul. She had not been kissed like this in years.
She was starved for affection. She was hungry to feel anything else but disappointment and fear and loathing for what her marriage and, by extension,
her life, had become. She reached out to her son with instinctual lust,
suddenly yearning…


Later, standing in their
separate showers, each reflected on the incident with shock–but not horror.
Jennifer made her son promise not to hurt his father but said nothing about
their union, neither encouragement nor explanation. Zack's only thoughts were
of protecting his mother, and her body. He had barely dressed himself, his hair
still dripping from the shower, when he went back to her. His smooth forehead
creased with concern as he said, “I won't let him back in the house. I'll
never let him touch you again.”


“No, Zack,” she
said, unthinking. “I need to be touched. I can't stand this
loneliness.” Her skin was still warm from the steam, her hair fragrant
with her conditioner, her sweet, maternal scent…


He touched her. She could not let him go. Her fingers splayed over his young muscles, her heart swelling with
pride at his goodness. This was her son, young and strong and beautiful, and
she wanted those innocent qualities inside her again. It was so much easier to accept his lust than to confront the ugly world outside her door. They went to the floor again, buried in one another. “Oh, my baby,” she moaned.
“What have I done to you?”


“You set me free,”
he told her. Now that her body was open to him, he begged her never to close
the gates.


For years they begged each
other in equal turns, to finish or to begin again their sweet, insatiable sin.
Zack's father never knew, which was no great surprise. Even a blind man would
have seen the new tenderness between mother and son, but Paul was less than
blind. He was trapped in a hell of his own making, ignorant to all but his
demons.