Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 301: Cherry Devereaux, 36, Hooked?...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 301: Cherry Devereaux, 36, Hooked?... - 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
Two days after CC had fucked Cherry, Karisha called her, “Ready to go again?”
“CC?”
“CC.”
‘Um, what’s up? What do you have in mind?”
“A repeat, except outside. You know, fresh air and sunshine.”
“Outside?” God, Cherry, don’t sound so stupid.
“Yep — down at the Bayou Bar and Bank. Ray-Ray will shoot you guys.”
Cherry stopped herself from saying, “Ray-Ray.” She had been to the Bayou Bar twice, so she had a rough idea of what to expect. Instead of being a spectator, she would be the spectacle. Well, she and CC.
“Ray-Ray will pick you up at 5 in the morning. Tomorrow.”
Again, she managed to keep from repeating Karisha’s words. “Uh, okay, I’ll be ready. I’ll have to think of something to tell Chris. But I can do that.” Stop babbling, Cherry.
“That early, it’ll still be cool enough to be fairly comfortable. And there probably won’t be anyone from town there.”
Cherry thought, “Probably?” But she didn’t say anything. She was already looking forward to another session with CC. The best loving she’d ever had. By a mile.
Ray-Ray? Well she knew him. Knew his mother. But he’d filmed, and supposedly fucked, a million girls. This would be ho-hum to him.
“Uh, Karisha? What about my makeup?” God, can I be any more shallow? I’m going to be fucking in front of maybe a hundred people. And I’m worrying foundation and concealer?
“Wendy will meet you at the City Dock. It’s a whole different regimen for an outdoor shoot.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Cherry found herself grinning at idle moments throughout the day. Partly from fond memories of CC, and, mostly, from anticipation of the Bayou Bar session.
Was she hooked on sex? Head over heels in love with that teenager? Hardly. She was fully aware that she was 36, divorced, a mother, mature. And, in the middle of a most inappropriate fling.
Just because he could make her cum, just because she loved watching the ‘new’ Charity Devereaux, didn’t mean she’d lost her perspective. Yeah, she had made a fuck tape. Yeah, she would make another one tomorrow. But she was still a grown woman raising a teenage boy, keeping house, paying bills, living a normal life.
God, she couldn’t wait until tomorrow!
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