eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
anthology
Length: Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 4
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Warning: This title contains graphic language, sex, and incest.
When Patrick’s father went off to war in 1944, he told his son, “You’re the man of the house now.” Patrick’s mother has struggled to keep them afloat, and he does what he can to help. He knows she’s tired, sad and very lonely, but when circumstance brings a young woman into their lives for a brief time, it alters everything between he and his mother forever. Will Patrick become the real “man of the house” before his father returns from the war?
EXCERPT:
To me, there is nothing more feminine than panties, and women are never more feminine than in that sublime moment when they are sliding a pair on. She would bend over, giving me another glimpse between her legs as she wiggled the shimmering fabric up over her hips. I would trace the scalloped lace edges with my eyes, over her thighs, toward the apex between and, if the light was just right, I could see the dark hair underneath showing through them. The buttons were my favorite part, seeing her twist around to do them up, one on each side. The first one was always the easiest, but the second sometimes gave her trouble.
I would wait in great anticipation on the edge of the bed to see if she would sigh and walk toward me, turning her exposed hip in my direction and asking, “Patrick, would you mind?”
Those moments lasted years, when my fingers worked that tiny button, feeling the silk of the panties covering the velvet of her skin. She would smile a thank you, sometimes tousling my hair or chucking me under the chin as if I were still a boy.
Part of me was grateful to be still that, to her. Allowed into her room, to be a part of this, to help her bathe and dress. There were men off fighting a war in conditions I couldn’t even begin to imagine, my own father among them, and yet I was here, in my mother’s boudoir, getting a glimpse into a world that would hold much more power over me, then and for the rest of my life, than any other battle could. I was privileged to be there, and I knew it.
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