In a sweltering Kansas City summer, a mother and son cross the forbidden line, claiming every room in their home with raw, possessive passion. When the daughter returns and uncovers a decades-old secret, the family’s hidden lover reappears, drawing them into a tangled, defiant polyamory of guilt, desire, and unbreakable love. Facing judgment from the outside world, they choose each other—loudly, unapologetically—proving the “wrong” way can be the only way to heal.
Van is walking past some houses on a hot day, and sees Gina in her front garden. She invites him in for tea, and he soon finds out that she has a great sex drive and some unusual sex interests, involving her teenage son. He gets more than a cup of tea in her front room
The second (in posting sequence) of my four best stories, in my never humble opinion. Shakespeare should've said, "First, let's fuck all the lawyers." You've probably never thought of lawyers as hardon making, but you've never met this arrogant, expensive, big-dicked defense lawyer, or the federal judge he pisses off.
What's a minister to do when he comes back to the house to get his wallet and overhears his younger son (Sam, 13) persuading his older son (Mac, 18) to suck him...and clearly not for the first time? Give them a hellfire and brimstone sermon? Or sneak up on them while stroking his own thick and leaking meat? What's a heavenly father to do?
I really don't know what direction I may take this story in, stand back... it may just be a bumpy ride. Johnny's sister is hot, so is his mother and he hates his step dad. Not only that, he wrote a song, using a different alias called, "I Want You Horny For Christmas!"