Roulette - Victoria Blackstone - ebook
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DESCRIPTION: Just like every red-blooded woman, Nadine has needs. Unfortunately, her husband’s attention has shifted over time, from his lovely wife to the TV remote. Ricky, however, is only too happy to step in for the old man, only too happy to offer his mother all the love and support she can handle, and then some! EXCERPT: “Mom...” I eased my grip but continued to stroke him. My restraint, though, lasted only about half a minute, and it wasn’t long before I had him pulsing in my hand. Oh, the rush of exciting a man! “Spoiling him,” my husband muttered. My head swam with endorphins as the naughtiness of what we were doing overwhelmed me. What would he say if he knew my hand was wrapped so tightly around our son’s hard cock? What would he say if he could see the wet spot he was making on my nightie, just below my breasts? I exhaled, while pushing my hand down to the base of him. “Hush, you. It’s my job to spoil him.” “Not right,” he grumbled, rolling out of bed. I waited until the bathroom door closed before rolling onto my back. I drew my knee up, moaning at the feel of his cock against my thigh, at the wet trail it left as it moved over my skin. It would be so easy, pushing him beneath my thigh, and I warred with myself for only a few moments before succumbing. We both moaned as his fat knob brushed up against my fur. It was positively intoxicating, feeling him pushing into my hand, trying so desperately to get to me, and while I’d only set out to feel him touching my inner thigh, the desire to have him in me was too strong to ignore, and I drew my knee up further, allowing him better access. For almost a full minute I guided his thrusting cock, enjoying the wet kissing sounds as he teased my entrance, and when I could take it no more, I released him. I groaned in frustration when his next thrust sent him into my thigh. Desperate to have him in me, I caressed his belly. “Come here, baby.”

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by Victoria Blackstone

Published by Lot’s Cave

Roulette, © 2018, by Victoria Blackstone

Cover by Morgaine Wrightman

All Rights Reserved

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel

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CONTENTS

Roulette

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

Victoria Blackstone

I woke to the feel of his heavy balls in my hand. I released a soft groan as I reached for his cock, and held onto him as he slid into bed beside me. “Need to learn how to take care of yourself,” I murmured, squeezing him.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he began to moan. I shushed him with a finger to my lips. “Tighter,” he purred, exhaling.

He’s longer than his father, and thicker... Oh, dear God is he thicker! And it’s his thickness that has me worried. How much longer before the temptation is too much to resist? How much longer before the need to feel him filling the depths of my womanhood overwhelms me? But even as these questions present themselves, I know. And I fear that, once I’ve had him in me, once I’ve tasted the most forbidden of fruit, I’ll never again have the strength or the willingness to deny him.

He moaned, breaking into my thoughts, and again I shushed him, even as I began to stroke him.

Fully hard, I can’t close my hand around him, and with both hands wrapped around him, there are still a good two inches of shaft left for me to play with. Even as big as he is, though, I pray he isn’t finished growing.

He was beginning to moan again, and again I shushed him, but I didn’t ease up. Instead, I pushed my hand down to the base of him, while squeezing him, sending yet more blood into his already engorged cock, while, in my mind’s eye, I watched as his plump knob began to turn an angry red-purple. With a soft moan, I pulled him up against my belly.

He’s a virgin, but I know it’s only a matter of time before his raging hormones send him sniffing after one of the little neighborhood hotties. Indeed, I suspect he may have picked one out already, and I fear that sooner, rather than later, he’s going to want what’s in her panties. And how long will it be before the little tart steals him away from me?

“Mom...”

I eased my grip but continued to stroke him. My restraint, though, lasted only about half a minute, and it wasn’t long before I had him pulsing in my hand. Oh, the rush of exciting a man!

“Spoiling him,” my husband muttered.

My head swam with endorphins as the naughtiness of what we were doing overwhelmed me. What would he say if he knew my hand was wrapped so tightly around our son’s hard cock? What would he say if he could see the wet spot he was making on my nightie, just below my breasts? I exhaled, while pushing my hand down to the base of him. “Hush, you. It’s my job to spoil him.”

“Not right,” he grumbled, rolling out of bed.

I waited until the bathroom door closed before rolling onto my back. I drew my knee up, moaning at the feel of his cock against my thigh, at the wet trail it left as it moved over my skin. It would be so easy, pushing him beneath my thigh, and I warred with myself for only a few moments before succumbing. We both moaned as his fat knob brushed up against my fur.

It was positively intoxicating, feeling him pushing into my hand, trying so desperately to get to me, and while I’d only set out to feel him touching my inner thigh, the desire to have him in me was too strong to ignore, and I drew my knee up further, allowing him better access.

For almost a full minute I guided his thrusting cock, enjoying the wet kissing sounds as he teased my entrance, and when I could take it no more, I released him. I groaned in frustration when his next thrust sent him into my thigh. Desperate to have him in me, I caressed his belly. “Come here, baby.”

As though afraid the offer wouldn’t last forever, he scrambled to his knees between my legs. I took hold of him, when he drew near enough, and resumed stroking him, my gaze on his fat, drooling knob.

I’ve masturbated him countless times, over the past couple months, marveled at his size, every one of those times. Just then, though, my hand wrapped so tightly around the base of him, he looked positively huge, with a good six inches of hard, veiny shaft curving up into free air. It was the fat knob at the end that had me so mesmerized, though, and I found myself lubricating at the thought of stretching around him.

“Condom?”

While I wasn’t due to ovulate for at least a week, I had no doubt that, were I fertile just then, I still wouldn’t have been able to summon up the willpower to stop this mess. No, in the worst way, I wanted him in me, naked, and with a shake of my head, I released him and reached for his hands. “No, condom,” I murmured, threading our fingers together and drawing him atop me.