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Opis ebooka Captive Mommy: Taboo NC Erotica - Pearline Sharrow

Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.****The camping trip would be exciting and fun. The nice thing about the Catspaw Mountains was that you could camp in a standard campground with improved sites, or if the out-of-doors really appealed to you, you could drive far away into the backwoods and find a remote and isolated campsite, far away from the depressing reminders of the every day world. These remote sections of the Catspaw Mountains were dark and remote, like some dim and ancient primeval forest. Many claimed it was like taking a time trip back to the days when man was a pagan, hedonistic animal, when the morals and mores of our modern culture did not exist, and sexual freedom was the guiding force of mankind. As Lisa bathed the soft curves of her body, the light, pitter-patter of the streaming water created a sensuous, inviting rhythm, as the drums of a long-forgotten pagan dance and dim images of dark, lusty women, and powerful naked men crowded the collective unconscious of Lisa's mind. She saw dim flashes of girls wildly dancing, of virgins being sacrificed to warlords, of wine being poured over the naked, sensuous bodies of young, naked girls. While not fully cognizant of the reasons for her feelings, not aware that the thoughts of the wild and isolated Catspaw mountains, combined with the invitingrhythm of the showering water, had stirred her primeval imagination, Lisa's body nevertheless responded by swaying to and fro as her eyes closed in mellow pleasure.Ron Decker, Lisa's son, and captain of the high school football team was already wide awake, and busy performing his daily routine of calisthenics in his room. His body had the definition and muscular tone of a man. He was in perfect shape from rigorous work-outs and daily jogging. Ron, like his mother, always slept in the nude during the summer months, because of the stifling humidity of the Ohio climate.

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Captive Mommy

Pearline Sharrow

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 1

She was a delicious female specimen. She lay on the bed, her luxuriant blonde hair streaming down the womanish softness of her flawless shoulders. As the sunlight played over the delicious curves and hollows of her lithe, young body, along the delicate pinkness of her finely orbed breasts, down the slender grace of her curving waist, over the shallow crater of her navel, and finally the flaring femininity of her hips and slender, curvaceous legs; Lisa resembled a finely sculptured marble statue.

The gorgeous blonde had the body of a teenager, and this was surprising, for she had a son, a boy of eighteen named Ron.

Lisa slowly stretched and yawned, the vernal muscles in her tight, girlish body contracting and expanding, as she lay exposed and nude on the bed. Lisa decided that she had better take a shower, for her friend Susan would soon be arriving.

Both Lisa's and Susan's husbands were out of town on business for a week. Susan and Lisa had decided to take a brief camping trip to the Catspaw Mountains in the camper that Lisa and her husband owned.

Lisa and Susan had decided that it would be a good idea to have Ron come along as he knew all the practicalities of the camper; how the propane hooked up, how the toilet was emptied, how the generator worked, etc.

Lisa rose from the bed and walked sleepily to the bathroom in the hallway. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water. She lathered the perfumed, exotic soap behind her ears, down the graceful softness of her ivory-like neck, and generously rubbed the swelling, perfect mounds of her ripe, womanish breasts. The water danced and trailed into beads on Lisa's fine, smooth skin as she bathed herself to squeaky cleanliness.

She reached down between the secret slit of her thighs and gently scrubbed the hidden fissure of her soft girlisliness. The warm, sliding texture of the soap was almost sensual as it glided across the glistening tuft of her pubic hairs, and Lisa let out a little mewl of approval as the sensuous feel of the soap excited her.

The camping trip would be exciting and fun. The nice thing about the Catspaw Mountains was that you could camp in a standard campground with improved sites, or if the out-of-doors really appealed to you, you could drive far away into the backwoods and find a remote and isolated campsite, far away from the depressing reminders of the every day world. These remote sections of the Catspaw Mountains were dark and remote, like some dim and ancient primeval forest. Many claimed it was like taking a time trip back to the days when man was a pagan, hedonistic animal, when the morals and mores of our modern culture did not exist, and sexual freedom was the guiding force of mankind. As Lisa bathed the soft curves of her body, the light, pitter-patter of the streaming water created a sensuous, inviting rhythm, as the drums of a long-forgotten pagan dance and dim images of dark, lusty women, and powerful naked men crowded the collective unconscious of Lisa's mind. She saw dim flashes of girls wildly dancing, of virgins being sacrificed to warlords, of wine being poured over the naked, sensuous bodies of young, naked girls. While not fully cognizant of the reasons for her feelings, not aware that the thoughts of the wild and isolated Catspaw mountains, combined with the invitingrhythm of the showering water, had stirred her primeval imagination, Lisa's body nevertheless responded by swaying to and fro as her eyes closed in mellow pleasure.

Ron Decker, Lisa's son, and captain of the high school football team was already wide awake, and busy performing his daily routine of calisthenics in his room. His body had the definition and muscular tone of a man. He was in perfect shape from rigorous work-outs and daily jogging. Ron, like his mother, always slept in the nude during the summer months, because of the stifling humidity of the Ohio climate.

Sweat poured from Ron's athletic body as he proudly completed his one-hundredth push up.

Lisa had finished her shower, and stepped onto the rubber bathmat. Without looking, she reached for a towel. Surprisingly, her hand found only a fistful of air, and she remembered that she had left the towels in the hall closet and had forgotten to hang any in the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and walked nakedly to the hall closet.

Ron decided it was time to take a shower and, thinking his mother was still asleep, walked nude down the hallway towards the shower.. . .

As Lisa reached into the linen closet, she suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching her. She slowly turned, and there was her son, standing naked, a few feet from her.

Lisa's first impulse was to cry out and run, but, strangely enough, that didn't happen. Whether it was the hypnotizing effect of the shower, or the shock of the situation, she didn't know. But, for a brief moment, the naked mother simply stared at the tan, athletic body of her teenage son. Ron, too did not run, but stared in utter amazement at the shapely features of his young mother. Maybe he was dumbfounded at the fact that his own mother had a movie star's voluptuous body, or maybe he couldn't believe this was really happening, but the handsome youth just stood there, amazedly staring at the naked body of his own mother!

When the moment had passed, Lisa matter-of-factly removed two towels from the linen closet and handed one to her son.

"I forgot to put clean towels in the bathroom," she said.

Lisa wrapped the soft, fluffy towel around the exposed curves of her delicious body and walked into her bedroom.

Ron, still a little shocked, stumbled into the bathroom and began taking his shower.

When Lisa was finally alone, the full impact of what had just occurred hit her like a sledgehammer.

Her own son had actually seen her naked!

She felt guilt and shame, as her moral conscience strictly told her this occurrence was a forbidden one. But it was an accident, she told herself. It was bound to happen sooner or later, and, after all, she and her son were not mind readers; they didn't know what each other was doing all of the time. Things like this probably happened in other families, too. The best thing to do was to forget it and act as nothing had happened.

As Lisa dressed herself, slipping her snow-white panties over the supple curves of her long, tapering legs, she felt anxious and "antsy," but could not understand why.

Was there another side of her being, the side that had responded to the lulling rhythm of the water and the ancient images of naked men and women, which was frustrating because she had walked away from the appealing body of a naked man? Did this side of her care if he was her son or not?

As Ron showered and washed the clinging sweat from his proud body, he was amazed at his own thoughts. His mother was gorgeous! She made the undeveloped, pubescent bodies of the school cheerleaders look like matclisticks!

He had never seen a naked woman before. Sure, he had screwed most of the half-way decent looking girls at his high-school, but that was different, he had just gazed upon the forbidden body of a ripe, gorgeous woman! He could not help thinking this way, as it was the truth.

But she was his mother, and it was important that he and her get along. Ron decided that it was best to forget the incident and look forward to the exciting camping trip which awaited him . . .

. . .and his mother.

Chapter 2

Ron and his mother were sitting at the breakfast table when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it Mom," Ron said, and energetically sprinted towards the door. As Ron opened the door, the dark, tan figure of Lisa McAllister stepped into the living room.

"Morning Lise! Morning, Ronny!" Susan chirped.

Susan noticed the embarrassed look in Ron's eyes and tried to patch-up the social slip she had made.

"Morning Ron, I mean!" Susan said. She pulled up a chair at the breakfast table. Susan's beauty was a dark beauty. Her hair was a lusty, Venetian red and blended perfectly with her deeply tanned skin, browned to delicious perfection by hours of nude sun-bathing. Her eyes were a deep, luscious brown and her pretty lips set off her flawless face to sensuous perfection.

"Well, is everyone up for the trip?" Susan asked.

"Can't wait!" Lisa said.

"I'm jazzed," Ron said.

"Oh, by the way," Susan replied, "Ron, do you think you can come out to my car and help me load some things into your camper? Tve got a bunch of stuff."

"Sure," Ron said, rising. "Let's go."

"While you two are doing that," Lisa said, "I'll make a last minute check, then we can leave when you're done, O.K.? "

"Sounds good," Susan said. "Let's go, Ron."

Ron and Susan stepped outside.

As Susan walked in front of Ron, leading him towards her car, he could not help but admire the shapely, trim body of his mother's friend. Susan was wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans and a bikini top, which left her wasp-like waist, girlish thighs, and smooth, curving back exposed. Ron actually received a great deal of stimulating pleasure just from watching the delicious-looking Susan walk. Something primal in Ron was responding as he eyed the dark girl's thighs as they swelled and contracted in the tight-fitting garment of her cut-off jeans. He could see the shape of the fleshy cleft of her buttocks as it hollowed deliciously from the small of her bronze back and disappeared in the curve of her crotch. Ron let his thoughts run freely through his mind as to what it would be like to screw Susan. His mother was his mother, but Susan was not. True, she was his mother's age, but she was a woman, and a damn fine good-looking one at that. Ron was beginning to become fascinated at the thought of what an older woman would be like in bed. Would she scream? Would she go wild? Would she even suck his cock? Ron didn't know, but he would sure like to find out!

Susan opened the tfuck of her car and pointed to the leather suitcases.

"There's the stuff," she said.

Ron grabbed the two heaviest suit-cases.

"I'll get the other one," Susan said. Susan could not help but notice the trim muscular body of her friend's son. The muscles in his man-like arms bulged as he effortlessly carried the heavy suitcases across the lawn as though they were bags of feathers. Susan admitted the manly fanning-out of his shoulders and the V-like tapering of his torso as it tapered down to his tight, firm buttocks was quite enticing. Susan wondered if the youth had enough sexual experience to handle a woman like herself, or if he didn't would he be "open to suggestions?" She knew that he was at the age when his curiosity was rampant. If she made advances towards him would he freak out? Would he tell Lisa? Susan decided the best way to find out was to try!

Ron set down the two suitcases, then opened the camper door. He set the two suitcases in the camper's built-in cupboard, then sat on the bed, which took up the left wall of the camper.

"I guess you'll sleep up there," Ron said, pointing to an extra bunk which was created by a niche in the camper, about five feet above the floor, "and Mom will sleep here."

Susan's pretty eyes blinked and she smiled.

"Where will you sleep, Ron?" she asked, her voice rich with meaning.

Ron stuttered a moment, then replied:

"I.. . I guess I'll sleep outside."

Susan stepped into the camper and sat down on the bed beside Ron.

"Awwwww," she purred, bending close to him, and letting her warm, sensuous breath trail down his neck.

Ron felt his pulse quicken and his body tingle with a strange hot-cold feeling as Susan rubbed the back of his neck slowly with her hand. Suddenly Susan kissed him soulfully on the mouth, her agile, warm tongue teasing his mouth with undulating, promising lavings. Ron felt the sudden tingle in his cock as Susan boldly pressed the palm of her hand against his crotch. She felt his dick begin to swell and was amazed to discover that the youth was quite well-hung. She started to unzip his pants.

"Susan, Ron, are you out there?" Lisa called. "I'm ready!"

Susan slowly pressed her fingers to Ron's lips. "Later, lover," she said.

Chapter 3

Ron was driving. The three of them sat in the cab of the camper. Susan was at the fartherest end, with Lisa in between Susan and Ron. This was a good thing for Ron, because every time he glanced over at Susan's dark, luscious, tapering legs, his cock throbbed with forbidden passion.

As Ron began winding up the steep mountain roads, a bizarre thing happened. He had to negotiate a very sharp, sudden turn. As he did so, the force of the turn suddenly flung the soft, girlish body of his mother against him. He felt the delicious swell of her supple thighs. He smelled the alluring fragrance of the perfumed soap she had just scrubbed her body with. Ron's thoughts trailed back to the vision of his nude mother standing in the hall, her lithe curvaceous body nakedly displayed to his teenage eyes. He compared her to fold-outs he'd seen in girlie magazines and came to the conclusion that his mother, yes, his own mother, had one of the finest bodies around!

Ron suddenly checked his incestuous thoughts as the road became rougher. "Sure is wild up here," Ron said. "Yeah," Susan replied, "but it sure is beautiful, it's worth it."

"I feel like I'm in paradise," Lisa replied.

The view outside was indeed one to rival paradise. The summer sky was a deep, flawless blue. The pure, brilliant sunlight imparted a shimmering, vibrant quality to the trees and plants. Lazing sounds of buzzing insects filled the air as a gentle, refreshing breeze softly tossed the trees and shrubs to and fro.

"Pretty soon, it'll start getting dark," Ron said.

"What?" Susan replied. "It's only ten o'clock in the morning."

"I know," Ron said. "The trees. About ten miles up the road, the trees get so thick that they block out the sunlight."

On they drove, through gorgeous canyons and majestic mountain peaks. The trees were suddenly so thick that Ron had to turn on his lights. The sunny summer's day was suddenly replaced by a bizarre kind of day in night. As Susan glanced upwards, she could barely discern the patches of blue sky which occasionally peeped through the swaying tops of the majestic tall trees.

"Well," Ron said. "Do we want to play it safe, or rough it?"

"What do you mean?" Susan asked.

"Well," Ron continued, "Right now we have the choice of going to Pike's Creek campground or turning off up here and hitting it up to the back country."

"Tell you what," Susan said, "if it's o.k. with you, Lise, why don't we stay at Pike's Creek for a day or two, then when we're all broken in, hit the back country?"

"Sounds good to me," Ron replied.

"Me, too," Susan said.

"It's a deal," Ron said.

They pulled in, then got out to inspect their newfound, temporary home.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed. "This air is fantastic!"

"So fresh and pure," Susan exclaimed.

Suddenly, a rough, burly voice cut through the peaceful silence of the mountain morning.

"Goddamn sonofabitch!"

The chorus of guffaws and catcalls followed. The riotous noise came from a group of campers two spaces down from Lisa, Ron and Susan. A rough-looking group of men, each holding a can of beer in their hands were engaged in a noisy game of horseshoes.

"We've got company," Susan said.