Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 17: Rose, 17, Cunts Corner masseuse...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Rose, 17, Cunts Corner masseuse... - 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
“I’m going to make a sex tape with CC. At his house. With his mother and Sabine there. With Ray-Ray filming me.”
As she spoke the words to herself — trying them on for size, trying to analyze her true feelings — Tammy Lafayette found that the idea actually reinforced a feeling she’d been experiencing lately.
Ever since she had drawn close to CC, and was training herself to become as bold as he wanted, Tammy was finding herself feeling ... unfettered. Free from worrying about the usual constraints.
It wasn’t a sense of breaking through bindings — it was more a new awareness of possibilities. Of looking at life through fresh eyes. CC was opening the door to a new world.
In that mood — reflective and adventurous at the same time — Tammy stopped Joe-Joe on his way out the door. He was heading for the school bus. “Take me to Cunts Corner.”
His face lit up, “Yes ma’am!”
Up on the deck, Tammy undressed immediately and folded her clothes in one of the cardboard boxes that Sinéad provided for Sausalito visitors. She stood comfortably in the slanting morning sunshine as Joe-Joe gaped openly.
She grinned at him and squared her shoulders — nothing to hide, a body to be proud of. Joe-Joe whispered, “God.”
She strolled slowly over to Cunts Corner and lay back in Rose’s chair. As she did with most of the city girls, the teenager began slathering sunblock all over Tammy’s body.
Unbidden, Joe-Joe was walking toward her with an icy can of Dixie. Tammy whispered, “Do my pussy now.”
“Acourse.”
As Joe-Joe handed his mother the beer, his eyes were glued to the sight of Rose. She was using her left hand to pull Tammy open, just a tad. Her right middle finger was all the way in.
Tammy said, “Earth to Joe-Joe, Earth to Joe-Joe.”
“Huh? What?’
“There’s room for more clothes in that box.”
“Huh?”
Tammy laughed, “The cardboard box, not this one.”
“Ah. Um.”
As he wandered back toward the bar, Rose said, “City boys are so silly. But that Joe-Joe sure shoots a lot of cum.”
“Does he now?”
“Uh huh, like twice as much as regular. Maybe three times.”
“My.”
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