Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 112: Denise Hebert, 33, Melissa’s mother...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 112: Denise Hebert, 33, Melissa’s mother... - 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
Melissa Hebert was startled when she saw not only Richie and Randy, but their mothers too. The boys were nude and erect — of course. But in front of Mrs. Landry and Mrs. Monroe?
Carole had expected the little girl’s hesitation and told her, “Hon, go out to the car and tell Denise to come join us for chicory and croissants.”
“Uh, okay. Yes ma’am.” She glanced back twice at the boys who were standing next to each other and smiling kindly at her.
“Mama, Mrs. Landry wants you to come in for coffee. An’ Mrs. Monroe too.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Melissa started to explain about the mothers and the naked boys just being right there, but didn’t have the words.
Denise was a few steps into the living room when she stopped short. “Oh!”
Carole put her arm around the young mother’s waist, and said, “Denise, you’ve met these two worthless outlaws — Richie and Randy.”
She was staring, just starting to comprehend the sight. The circumstances.
Naomi said, “Come on back — kettle’s on.”
Coming out of her daze, Denise nodded briskly, “Coffee. Yes.”
As they sat down at the kitchen table she heard her daughter say, “You want me naked, don’t you Richie?”
“Yes please.” Polite, as always.
A couple of minutes later, Naomi leaned forward, “I’m gonna peek.”
Carole giggled, “Let’s. Come on, Denise.”
She hesitated, then gave a why-the-fuck-not shrug. Naomi didn’t just peek — she strode boldly into the living room and plopped down on the leather sofa.
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