Seducing the Neighborhood Sons

She led him into the living room. She picked up her half finished drink and turned to him. "What is it you're selling?

"Uh... magazine... " No more words would come from his mouth.

It had been dark in the hallway by the door. It was much lighter in the living room and the young man could now see the beautiful, mature woman who stood before him had absolutely nothing on under the thin robe she wore. His body twitched and his mouth went dry as he traced the molded contours of her huge, melon-like breasts. The areolas, as round as silver dollars and as dark as big cherries, were flashing at him through the gauzy material...

...She scribbled, tore the check from the book, and handed it to him. "Harry Field was the name, wasn't it?"

"Yeah... yes, ma'am, that's right," he said, covering the space between them in two quick strides and lifting the check from her hand.

"And now," Samantha said, reaching for the clasps that held her robe, "I would like to ask a favor of you, Harry."

She pulled the top of the robe open, letting her pendulous breasts burst free. She smiled at his sudden intake of breath and let the robe slither from her voluptuous body. She studied the reaction on his face; his eyes widened and his breathing got much heavier...

"Jesus Christ," he moaned...

"Need I say more?"

"Oh, no. You said it all, lady."

Samantha, divorced for fifteen years and without kids, can do exactly as her wanton heart desires without fear of judgment. But when her neighbor asks her to watch her wayward eighteen-year-old son she is torn between satisfying her basest elements and the outright scandal it would cause. And yet she needs a strong young man to take care of her numerous lascivious needs. And how convenient would it be for that stud to live next door?

What follows is a grand seduction of young man by curvacious and vixen, replete with all manner of naughty deed and device. It's not long before she is taken every which way by Timothy and even his cousin Lucile.

Written in a gloriously graphic prose and featuring group-menages, male and female gamahuching, and every posture of rutting front and back, this work of pulp licentious literature will be sure to satisfy those a fan of the genre.