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When Tyler hears about his best friend seducing Molly and spending hours using her body, his jealousy gets the better of him.

Tyler can’t resist taking his turn, sneaking behind her on the couch and pretending to be Paul. How easily Molly gives him what he wants.

Finally, he gets to share her with his best friend, as they’ve fantasized about since puberty.
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AN EXCERPT FROM "TAKING HIS TURN"

I came home early from class, finding my mom lounged across the couch in her shorts and tee. 

She blinked sleepy eyes at me but smiled. “I thought class went until nine.”
“We had lab. Got to go when we were done.”

“I’m glad to have you home, baby. Take out is in the oven. Use a plate.”

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead, getting a nice view down the v-neck. She was not wearing a bra, like usual. Mom had small, perky tits that didn’t need one, except to be decent. I loved that she didn’t feel the need to wear one at home.

I’d spanked it a few times to those, wanting them in my mouth and smashed around my cock.

“I’m going to shower first. Long day.” I gave her another kiss on the cheek, and she stroked mine.

“You need some rest, baby.”

“I’ll be sure to get some tonight.”

Mom nodded, and I retreated to my room to clean up, cock hard and throbbing as my mind swirled with the million daydreams I’d had of taking her over the years.

Then, Paul had to tell me he’d gotten a taste of her, how he fucked her sensless. For hours.

I grabbed my pulsing shaft as I undressed. The jealousy and heat that tore through me at the memory was nothing compared to the night he told me about it.

My shower was hot, and my hard-on championed through it. I couldn’t help but think of ways to sneak downstairs and fuck my mom. By the time I was done, I tucked it in my waistband and made my way to the kitchen with light steps.

Creeping behind the couch, I found my mom sleeping, those shorts high on her thighs to reveal no underwear lines.

Fuck. My hand slid along the inside of her thigh before I could think about it, and my fingers pushed against the fabric over her core to test my theory. The way her lips splayed open confirmed it for me.

Her soft moan muffled against the couch cushion as she rolled a little.

I pushed harder, rubbing her in gentle strokes.

Mom’s hips lifted, and I couldn’t stop..


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