Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 300: Adele Whitestone, 49, “Fuck him...”...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 300: Adele Whitestone, 49, “Fuck him...”... - 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
Tuesday morning, the day after what Sara considered a bravura live performance at the Bayou Bar, Richie called her.
“Congratulations again, Mrs. Dumas.”
“Why thank you, kind sir.”
“Now, please go see Mama. I told her she could have you all to herself this morning.”
Sara gasped. This had come out of nowhere. “I um, never been with another girl, Richie.”
He remained silent.
“Well, I messed around in middle school. A little. Nothing serious.”
Silence
“I mean I know I would be with a girl this Saturday. But...”
No response.
“But that’s like on the stage?”
Silence.
“I mean all of Darlene’s girls lick pussy? On Saturdays?”
Silence.
“I’m flattered of course. Carole is ... well, you know what she is.”
Richie waited patiently.
Sara told herself, Stop dithering, you silly twat. You know you’re going to do it.
“Um, what time? When should I be there?”
“Right now. Have fun, Mrs. Dumas.”
Click.
Jesus Christ!
In the car, Linda said, simply, “Thank you.”
“No guilts?”
“Not yet. And I think I can handle it if, you know, I start to feel bad.”
Linda seemed to be reenergized — she was squirming around, giggling. Once she burst into laughter at a memory.
As they neared her mother’s little house, she said, “You know what I can’t stop thinking of?”
“Snowballing.”
“How’d you know?”
“It was my first time too.”
Linda hugged herself, “Rosie, when you kissed his cum into my mouth, I felt sluttier than when he was fucking me. I jess loved it!”
Linda’s mother. Adele, was waiting for them. She handed Barry over, “He didn’t have his nap this morning — he wasn’t fussy. Jess couldn’t fall asleep.”
“He’ll conk out when I feed him.”
Rosie, “Hello, Mrs. Whitestone.”
“Hi there, Rosie-Posie. Oh wait, I’m not supposed to be talking with a sinner.”
“I hope lightning doesn’t come down and strike you.”
As they walked out to their cars, Adele muttered something, “Fuck Mosby in the ass.”
On the drive back to Ray-Ray’s, Linda said, “Do you think he’ll call me? Let me come by again?”
Rosie thought about it, “I’m not sure. He has so much pussy — Darlene told me he fucked all five of the Sexiest Moms in Town.”
Linda sighed.
“But he seemed to like the idea of doing you with Barry nursing. So, we’ll see. Say, what about Barry? When Barney’s fucking you?”
“Oh, he’s out of it. He closes his eyes — the football team could do me and he’d jess nod off.” Then, “Do you think Ray-Ray will have us snowball again?”
“Honey, you know him better than me — I jess sucked him off that one time — he’s fucking you.”
Later when Rosie reported to Darlene, she told her, “Linda was more ... um, impressed with snowballing than getting fucked. Or that I went down on her — her first time with another girl.”
“Now that’s interesting. I may be able to do something with that.”
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