Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 295: Linda Whitestone, 31, giggles...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 295: Linda Whitestone, 31, giggles... - 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
Linda Whitestone had become a regular visitor at Rosie’s. Between them, they had six kids, and Linda often brought her youngest — a 6-month-old baby boy with her. She nursed Barry every morning — which brought back fond memories to Rosie.
But mainly, Linda came to talk shop. Sex. She couldn’t wait to hear all about Rosie’s latest adventures at both of her glamorous jobs. Linda was living vicariously through her friend.
“Hey, Linda, your package came.”
“Oh, thank you!”
She immediately tore open the Amazon wrappings and proudly held up a Magic Wand.
“Where will you hide it? From Barney?”
“In my closet behind the laundry basket. There’s little shelf for shoes. And he never goes near the laundry. Women’s work.”
Barry started fussing a little and Linda took off her tee and placed him against her breast. Rosie smiled — such a sweet sight. “You still got great tits — even after four babies.”
“Thanks. Barney agrees with you.”
Later, sipping coffee in the kitchen, with the baby asleep, surrounded by pillows in Rosie’s bed, she winked at Linda, “Wanna see what I’m gonna be wearing Sunday?”
“Miss Kitty’s?”
“No, Contrary Mary’s.”
Shrug, “Sure.” Linda knew it wouldn’t be as exciting as the thongs her friend wore at the strip club.
“Be right back.”
Checking herself out in the mirror, Rosie got the giggles. The Flap seemed even more obscene in a domestic setting. She fluffed her nipples, winked at her image, and strolled back to the kitchen.
Linda gasped out loud, “Are you fucking kidding me!” Her eyes raked Rosie up and down, then centered on the pink strip.
Both women were topless, but Linda seemed more maternal. Rosie was carnality personified. And, she was delighted at her friend’s reaction. Linda was stunned.
Hearing about Rosie’s adventures was one thing. Even watching the naughty videos paled in comparison to seeing her friend in the flesh. And so much flesh.
“I don’t believe it. Rosie it’s ... it’s sluttier than if you were naked.”
“I know, I know. I love it!” She teasingly lifted the flap up, “You should see my tips at the end of the night.”
Linda blinked and shook her head, “Is that even legal? In Sausalito?”
Rosie shrugged, “No idea. But the Chief is a friend of Kate’s.”
Linda shook her head again, “And you’re going like that? Sunday morning? Contrary Mary’s?”
“Yep.” She peeled the Flap off, “I told Darlene I’d go like this if she wanted.”
Linda got the giggles. Rosie joined in.
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