Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 146: Betty Aucoin, 38, Cradle Robber...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 146: Betty Aucoin, 38, Cradle Robber... - 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
Betty was wearing one of Richie’s shirts as she sat at Carole’s kitchen table watching him season the turkey gumbo. He was nude, and Betty thought, That’s how I first saw him. That’s how he was in my pictures, that’s how he was when he made love to me. That’s how he belongs — it just seems natural.
As he moved easily around the kitchen, she reflected on what she’d just been through. It was the best lovemaking she’d ever experienced. She didn’t have a massive orgasm like in the movies, but she experienced more quiet climaxes than ever in her life.
As she looked back, she admitted that part of the thrill had been the forbidden nature of it. She was married. She was a mother who was in bed with a boy about her son’s age. And that — Richie’s age — was more delicious than being unfaithful to Chet.
She was 38; Richie was 15. What had initially seemed to be a huge stumbling block was now a spicy benefit. She relished the very idea of his youth.
And then there was his skill. He had cum in her pussy twice — and it took him about half an hour to get it up the second time. But during that interval, he was as attentive to her needs as when he was fucking her.
As his tongue probed her pussy, she wondered: Can he taste his own cum? She never used to have ‘dirty’ thoughts like that. Then: I hope he can.
During the entire time she was in his bed, his touch never left her body. Fingers, lips, tongue, cock — she was always the focus of his attention.
“Richie?”
“Yes?”
“How did you learn — it was the best I — I mean who taught you to eat pussy like that?”
He smiled at her, bent down, kissed her forehead, “You really want to know?” Mamacita.
“I do. I think so anyway. Wait — no, don’t tell me. It’s none of my business.”
“Mrs. AuCoin, does it really matter? I’m just so happy to have you here.”
Small voice, “Thank you.”
He reached inside the shirt she was wearing and caressed a nipple, “I could put the gumbo on simmer.” He was fully erect for the third time.
Betty giggled — that was all the answer he needed.
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