Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 78: Randy Monroe, 14, Short Order Cook...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 78: Randy Monroe, 14, Short Order Cook... - 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
Saturday morning after the sleepover.
Richie hadn’t had to convince Randy to stay naked. They’d spent the night in bed — a first. And earlier, they had had an hour naked in front of Carole.
They were in the kitchen, and Richie was successfully not burning the scrambled eggs when Carole yelled from her bathroom, “Richie, where’s my robe?”
He gave Randy a friendly squeeze, “Be right back.”
Randy turned off the stove and plated the eggs. Added bacon to the three plates, and poured orange juice. He remained standing — not about to miss a chance to show it off to Richie’s mom — the hottest MILF in town!
He listened, grinning at the conversation from the next room,
“You been wearing my clothes again, little Mister Perv?”
“Just your panties.”
“I knew it! Now where the fuck is my robe?”
“I dare you.”
“Oh you’d love that wouldn’t you? Put your eyeballs back in and hand me a towel. No, not a hand-towel, you idiot.”
They entered the kitchen, holding hands, Carole with a pink bath-towel wrapped around her.
“Randy, you need to cultivate a better class of friends. Good morning.”
“Good morning, ma’am.”
“So, what did my two nudie boys do last night?”
Randy blushed, but couldn’t hold back a grin.
“Oh never, mind, I’ll winkle it out of Richie — he tells me everything. Sooner or later.”
“Everything?”
She crossed her arms in front of her and made two jacking-off motions, “Everything.”
Randy not only wasn’t embarrassed that she knew they did each other, the knowledge turned him on in some way he couldn’t quite articulate.
They bantered through breakfast, then Carole stood, “I’m off to see Naomi. And, yes, Randy, I’ll be giving her a full report.”
As she walked away, she tossed her towel, treating them to a shapely rear view. One more beat-off fantasy before leaving for school. Wait, it was Saturday — all the more time to get each other off.
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