Get Rid of the Panties

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Publisher TGS Publishing

Weight 1.00 lbs

Author Name Kathy Andrews

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Get Rid of the Panties

by
Kathy Andrews

Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the family concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of our modern liberal culture, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge.

GET RID OF THE PANTIES is the story of how a family adjusts to the liberated moral standards of modem American culture. Their method, that of incest, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but it is nonetheless successful.

GET RID OF THE PANTIES -- a novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.

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Excerpt:

Picking up her son's shorts, Karen pressed them to her face, inhaling his scent. The throb between her thighs brought a soft moan from her lips.

Looking around to make sure she was alone, she turned Robbie's shorts inside out, pressing the **** against her lips, breathing deeply the scent of his **** and balls on them. As the throb along the slit of her **** became more pronounced, she parted her lips and sucked gently at the shorts, imagining she could taste his ****. Lifting her dress, she pulled the elastic waist of her panties from her body, and ran the shorts into them, pressing the **** against her swollen ****.

With them bulging in her panties, she returned to her room and lay down on her bed, one arm over her eyes, remembering the first time she had done anything like this.

She had been very young when she lost her mother, but she had tried to take over the household chores, and managed quite well for her age. However, the loneliness of her father was something she could not handle. She knew he missed her mother in a special way that she could not help him with.

She first discovered just how much he missed her mother one evening just as it was getting dark. She caught her father **** on the back porch of the house. He had been standing at the edge of the porch, his **** in his hand, sliding his fist up and down it. Karen had peered around the corner of the house, watching him. His **** had seemed enormous to her young and still innocent eyes, and she had become fascinated with it. She became even more so when she saw him gush a thick juice from it.

That very night, late, she had slipped into his bedroom, and removed her gown, climbing under the sheets with her father, squirming her hot little body tightly against his, her small hand sliding down his stomach to clutch his ****. Her father had came awake, startled, and sat up, but Karen had such a grip on his **** that he fell back and groaned as her hot little hand began to slide up and down. Her fingers had hardly fit around the thick ****, but she accomplished what she set out to do.

Pressing her slender nakedness against his body, she wrapped one leg over his, pressing and rubbing her hairless **** at his hip, stroking his throbbing hard-on eagerly. The thick, hot hardness had excited her more than she had expected. She was thrilled to have it in her hand, feel it pulse, feel the wetness that seeped from the little hole at the tip. Although innocent, Karen knew the wetness was not ****. She didn't know exactly what it was, except it was slippery and felt good on her fingers. She cupped the head of her father's **** in her palm, smearing the wetness around. Then as her excitement grew, she sat up in the darkness, puffing the sheet from her moaning father and, barely seeing him in the shadows, took his heavy **** in one band, and his **** in the other, and **** him with firm, eager hands.