Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 167: Roger Benoit, 14, Lily’s Son...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 167: Roger Benoit, 14, Lily’s Son... - Warning: Do not try this at home! Kate Broussard, owner of the Miss Kitty’s strip club, has one more hurdle to clear in her campaign to sexualize Sausalito. The final barrier is to promote, and eventually normalize, incest. Specifically, mothers and sons. The cast of characters sweeps through multiple families and several generations. The once-unthinkable gradually becomes acceptable. Then Kate pushes things further. Then further. This sexual parody is not for the faint of heart. Lock and Load.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister
Carole, with another $10,000 thanks to Daisy Theriot, told Kate, “I’ll talk with Lily.”
Lily Benoit. Carole had taken her and her son, Roger, to see their first bayou performance. Lily and Roger had since gone back twice on their own.
Carole sat down with them in Lily’s kitchen. Lily was skinny, almost flat-chested, but so vivacious that it didn’t matter to most of the boys who had courted her over the years. She was divorced now for the second time.
Roger was taller and even skinnier than his mother. Unfortunately, his cock was slender too. But as his mother often reminded him, “Baby, it’s almost 9-inches long. Most boys are only 5 or 6.”
Carole smiled at Lily, ‘I have a treat for you guys — a live fuck show right here in town. It’s just a regular mom — not one of Kate’s whores.”
Lily nodded cautiously, “I heard ‘bout that — Cajun Arms, right?”
“That’s right — up close and personal.”
“I don’t know, Carole — I’ve lived here all my life.”
Carole smiled, “Aren’t you curious?”
“Acourse I am. Um, who would it be?” Gotcha!
“Tell you what. I’ll give you a choice. One mom has been Son-Fucking for a couple of months. The other just started last Sunday. She’ll probably be a little nervous — it would be her first time in the Cajun Arms.”’
Lily looked at Roger, who was squirming around, crossing and uncrossing his legs. “What do you think, baby?”
She had meant, yes or no? He blurted out, “The new girl! Please?”
Lily looked at Carole for several moments, considering. “There’s a back stairway, isn’t there?”
“Yep. Room 212 — 9 in the morning.”
Lily walked Carole to the door. Carole whispered, “You and Roger can help yourselves to ‘em after the show.”
Lily giggled, “Both of them?”
“Both of them.”
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