Erotica: A Fantasy Fulfilled: 12 Erotic Stories Bundle

By Isa Adam

She was the one to make the first move.
She placed her hand on his knee and moved into kiss him.
He took hold of her hair and kissed her back.
Her breathing became faster and her heart started to beat quicker.
Just kissing him made her feel consumed with lust.
He couldn't wait to spend more time with this woman.

12 Erotic Stories Bundle.

1. Mom’s Hot Friend
2. Roommate Threesome
3. Two Lonely People
4. A Cool Night
5. A Little Fun After The Party
6. One Night with Two
7. Photo Session Gets Hot
8. Summer at the Neighbor’s Pool
9. Late Night Appointment
10. Office Seduction
11. Bad Teacher, Naughty Student
12. Home For The Holidays

Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sapna Patel
• Release date: Sep 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005043704

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Erotica: A Fantasy Fulfilled: 12 Erotic Stories Bundle

By Isa Adam

Copyright@2020 by Isa Adam

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Table of Contents

Erotica: A Fantasy Fulfilled: 12 Erotic Stories Bundle

Mom’s Hot Friend

Roommate Threesome

Two Lonely People

A Cool Night

A Little Fun After The Party

One Night with Two

Photo Session Gets Hot

Summer at the Neighbor’s Pool

Late Night Appointment

Office Seduction

Bad Teacher, Naughty Student

Home For The Holidays

Mom’s Hot Friend

Why do you always do this to yourself Mother? the blond young man sitting beside his mother's bed said mostly to himself. He took his mother's hand in his and kissed her palm lightly. Were he any normal son, he would have been beside himself with worry and would have probably shed a few tears at seeing his mother so helpless on a hospital bed hardly even moving. However, this wasn’t so in Bandon's case. Having a mother like his, he'd be down here at the hospital at least once a month paying her bills after his mother had so stupidly injured herself. Her latest injuries weren't even as serious as the others she had had before so Brandon was confident her mother would make a full recovery.

This month's injury had been gotten when his mother had deemed it appropriate to go mountain climbing. If this were any other woman, it would have been a great idea for an adventure but for his sixty-year-old mother you had both asthma and arthritis, the same could not be said. She should have known that there was no way she could last at the mountains in her state. If only Brenda had decided to grow old quietly like the rest of his friend's mothers them everything would be okay. For Brenda, old age and disease had only brought about the realization that she wasn't going to be around for too long. She'd since made a vow to live her life like she never had before. Any sane person would have adjusted their lives just a little bit. Eating some new strange food would have been an option or maybe even travelling to an exotic region on earth where she could meet a lover. Anything would have been better than dabbling in activities most people even half her age never involved themselves in. Brandon would have been okay with any sensible thing his mother did, but his mother could never be a sensible woman. Instead, she'd decided that the best way to go would be to break every bone in her body before she died from old age.

Brandon would be lying if he said he didn't worry about the sleeping woman in front of him. She was his mother after all and having never known his father, probably the only parent he would ever have. Watching her lie their defenseless with her hair as blonde as his splayed against the pillow and her slightly wrinkled skin looking pale gripped his heart in the most unsettling of ways. Of course, he worried about her and this dare devil in her that had awoken didn't make things an easier. What if something went horribly wrong one day and she never woke up? What was he supposed to do them without the most important woman in his life to guide him through life? His mother was responsible for most of the good things he had in his life. His job, his house. Losing her would mean losing a piece of himself along with her. He just couldn't imagine that. However, Brenda just didn't seem to get how much she meant to her son. Otherwise, she wouldn't put him through all this hell.

Brandon tensed up as his mother stirred in her sleep. The last thing he wanted was to give her another speech about why she should try as much as she could not to break any bones when the woman clearly seemed to relish the idea. He would rather she didn’t awaken then, so he wouldn't have to explain why she was better off involving herself in activities more suited to her age because then she'd give her that scathing look of her. The one he'd never quite gotten used to. Besides, she'd probably throw accusation after accusation at him until all he could do was stay silent while she went into a rant. He'd been down this familiar path more than he had wished.

I thought she'd be awake by now. I guess age does really stop you from bouncing back up. Especially after that unfortunate accident she just had, Brandon looked up and followed the unfamiliar voice to the door. No one apart from him ever visited his mother. They'd all thought it was pointless after the first three accidents.

The woman standing there was a beautiful one. Much younger than his own mother but then again, his mother had never given in to aging just like she hadn't given in to anything else so far. Even his desperate pleas. Looking at the woman then, Brandon didn't think he could have ever like her. She was the kind of person who would attract the wrong kind of attention wherever she went. Her clothes said a lot about her than he would have liked to know. The long yellow scarf wrapped around her neck and the long dress shirt that was so colorful that it hurt his eyes made him think of all the insane types he had seen on television. They were always dressed liked that. The differently colored bangles along her wrist, beaded necklace, strange looking pants and what were the strangest set of red pants he had ever seen didn't help either. Brandon had a feeling they'd be an ankle hidden underneath them. In his head, he could imagine the type of work she did. It could be something respectable like an artist or a social worker but since her attire was odd anyone would have assumed she was insane.

Can I help you? he asked trying his best to be polite even though the urge to chase her away was strong. His mother wouldn't want to see this one in her room.

No, you can't, she replied calmly leaving him utterly surprised. That had been a strange thing to say. Who would ever give such an answer unless they were from an entirely different world? Paying him no mind, the woman let herself inside her mother's room and made her way to the other side of her bed.

She's a lovely woman, isn’t she? Age hasn't really touched her. Only a few women are lucky to look like her at their ages, she complemented. Brandon who was still trying to understand that someone like this actually existed only stared at her dumbly.

Who are you again? he asked unable to keep the rudeness out of his voice.

I am nothing but a pawn… she started but then he cut her off with a gesture of his hand. He was not in the mood to hear any of her nonsense because the way this was going, he was going to find himself recruited into some strange cult.

I meant to ask for your first name, he said sounding harsh even to himself.

My name is Summer, she introduced herself with a small bow of her head. Brandon couldn't help but think how the name suit her perfectly. It went well with the colorful clothes and what seemed like her sunny outlook on life. It fit too perfectly. Maybe it wasn't even her real name. With people like her, he could never tell.

And how do you know my mother? he asked this time trying not to sound too overbearing.

Your mother and I are in the same group, she replied, and her eyes took on a dreamy look.

Are you sure about that? he asked again receiving a stern look from her. He didn't bother to ask what kind of group that was nor, did he care. His mother was always in some sort of group doing something out of the ordinary.

Brandon just couldn't help it. He didn't know why her mother would be friends with someone like this when they were clearly from very different sides of the world. It wasn't like Brenda to just pick people to be around her randomly. She was so specific that she usually had people with certain beliefs around her. Summer didn't seem to fit into that category. But then again Brenda hadn't been doing anything remotely normal