«Hot Bed & Breakfast» by Ashley Berry

Lana was a lonely,
sex-starved housewife. Her husband Carl hadn’t touched her in ages, and Lana
was beginning to think that this was all there was to life: marriage, children,
and death. That was until Kayla the futanari college athlete moved in and
started having vivid, noisy sex dreams. Determined to help the poor girl sleep,
Lana found a new purpose in life: getting the well-hung hottie off at night
without her husband knowing.


HOT
BED & BREAKFAST is the first book in the series LANA THE FUTA-LOVING MILF,
and is over 13,000 words of forbidden, extra-marital love between a sex-starved
MILF and her horny young futanari houseguest.


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PG Excerpt ~~~~~


The mother had thought it would be a nice idea to rent out Ginny’s old room to visitors after their
daughter had settled into her college dorm. If nothing else, it would bring
them a little extra money.


Lana took a breath through
her nose, and in a calm voice said, “I’ll stop her.”


“Whatever it takes, Lana,” he
said, lying on his side so his back was to her. “I have work in the morning.”


You’re not the only one, she thought. Not that he considered her illustrator job work, since she did it from
home and wasn’t pulling a six-figure income.


Before Lana was out the door,
Carl started tapping away on his phone, holding it close to his chest. Lana
tried not to be bothered by this. Lately, her husband had become very secretive
about his phone. The other day, it had been sitting next to her when a message
coming through from a someone called “STA Distributor”. Just as she’d been
about to pick it up and pass it to her husband, he had snatched it off the table. “Well, excuse me!” she’d said, and he’d given her a funny look.


“Confidentiality, Lana.”


She had no idea what secrets
a distributions company needed to keep, but whatever.


Lana threw her robe over her nightie and tip-toed out into the cold hall. She gently turned the knob to her
daughter’s old room and entered. Moonlight streamed through the window, and she could see Kayla thrashing in her bedsheets. Not wanting to shock the college
girl awake, she kept the bedroom light off and crept closer.


Poor thing, she thought. It looks like she’s battling the Devil himself. She closed the door behind her to block the noise from entering her and Carl’s bedroom, and then edged over to the
bed. “Kayla,” she whispered. “Kayla, honey, wake up. It’s me, Lana. You’re
having a bad dream.”


She could just make out the
girl’s face in the moonlight. She had a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Her hair trailed luxuriously over the pillow like a golden waterfall. She was
wearing a singlet, and Lana could see the outline of her toned shoulders. She knew she played in the local college’s basketball team, and her tall, lithe
body under the sheets showed that she was likely a top athlete.


The
girl in the bed was spouting complete gibberish. Lana caught words like “hard”
and “hot”, but none of it made any sense. Her thrashing grew more intense. The bedsheets were being kicked almost off the bed, and when Lana took the edges in her hands to pull them back up, she saw something that made her jaw drop.