Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - “No men. No clothes. No worries!” The newest project in Sausalito, Mississippi was a semi-luxury nudist resort called Camp Sunnyside. The brainchild of Darlene Pellerin, manager of Miss Kitty’s strip club, the safari-tent retreat was an invitation-only resort. The invitees? Young men and women and their Mothers. Sunnyside would soon become one of the most innovative, most daring projects, in that little town’s history. (Edited by Steven.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Mother Son Brother Sister
Several minutes later, sitting in Cindy Latier’s living room, Celia smiled as the two moms raised their wine glasses in a toast. Cindy was barely taller than her daughter — not even five feet.
Cindy said, “So?”
“It seemed to go well. Billy was pleased with her. And I think she’s relieved that things went so smoothly.”
The two women had served on a PTA fundraising committee together the previous year. They were friendly enough, but didn’t really know each other all that well.
“Were you surprised that I allowed Dahlia to go over to the house of that notorious rake, Billy Surette?”
Celia laughed, “Actually, yeah, I was. A lot of moms are pretty protective. And want to preestablish rules and regulations.”
“Which never works, not with two horny teenagers.”
“You got that right.”
“Celia, here’s my thinking. I was young and even dumber than Dahlia when I first started fooling around. And I paid the price — knocked up at 14.”
“Oh.”
Cindy shrugged, “In my case, I was lucky. It worked out okay. I’m still married to the same bozo.”
“Good for you.”
“But my personal story, as dreary and common as it is, is why I bought into Sausalito’s blowjob policy. It actually works. Now, I do wish Dahlia had waited a couple, three more years, but ... hormones don’t listen to me.”
Celia laughed.
“So, I sit down with her every now and then.”
“And have The Talk.”
“Exactly. She’s gonna fool around. She’s gonna experiment. She already has surprisingly strong urges. So long as I can limit her to handjobs and blowjobs ... well, it’s an imperfect solution to ... to a situation where there’s no ideal answer.”
“You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
“Had to. It’s like a train running downhill. I couldn’t stop it, but maybe I’ll be able to ... well ... slow it down or something.”
“My case is similar. Billy’s nice enough looking. And he’s pleasant to be around. If you’re a girl.” Celia made air quotes, “But my Talk was about not knocking some poor little girl up.”
“Still, an easier chore than raising a daughter.”
“Yeah, it is. In that narrow sense. But, hate me if you will, I made him sign a contract with me. Not literally, but he takes it that seriously. Back then, before he had any experience, I made a deal. I’d help him sweet talk a little girl or two. I’d encourage her, and give them plenty of privacy.”
Cindy smiled, “But he had to promise not to fuck them.”
“Precisely.”
“Just curious ... how much sweet talking did you do?”
Celia laughed, “A lot, back in the day. Before he had any experience, any confidence.” She shrugged, “I still get a kick out of Billy’s new girls. But I’m beginning to think he’s mostly letting me play with them for my own enjoyment.” Another shrug, “He doesn’t actually need me all that much these days. But we make a good team.” Grin, “And, hate me or not, I do love it.”
“What about today? Dahlia will tell me, we’re good that way. But from your perspective.”
“Because she’s so new — it was her first time — Billy and I agreed to take things slow.” Celia winked, “But as Dahlia told me later, she never did jack him off.”
Cindy looked thoughtful, then shrugged herself. “I always pictured that a handjob would come first. But blowjobs would be inevitable. So, why not start there?”
“Missy is editing the video. Want a copy?”
Cindy sipped her wine, looking calmly at Celia over the top of her glass, “Yes. Yes I would. I want to see for myself how Dahlia ... felt about ... everything.” She winked, “And, I gotta admit, Billy is kinda hunky.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m curious. As openminded as you seem to be, and as attractive, why haven’t you taken him to Sunnyside?”
“I plan to. But my attorney is in alimony negotiations with my soon-to-be ex, and she told me lie low until the financials are settled.”
“Oh. Is he being a dick?”
“No, actually it’s a pretty friendly split. But she doesn’t want to take any chances.”
“Got it. So what’s next with Billy and Dahlia?”
“Curious?”
“Yeah, moderately.”
“Dahlia asked me the same thing. I told her that Billy loves to watch two naked little girls snowballing his cum.”
“Carly.”
“That was Dahlia’s reaction too.”
“Does her age bother you? Carly.”
Cards on the table. “No, not at all. In fact ... well, we’ve never had one that young.”
“We?”
“We.”
Cindy was clearly startled, “Oh. My. Well.” Then she gathered herself, “I’ll be equally frank. Yeah, Carly is calendar-younger, but she is definitely the alpha in their relationship. And, she’s been through puberty, even got her boobs early.”
“Sounds scrumptious.”
Cindy looked at her, evaluating. Then opened her cell, and clicked on a photo. Celia stared, clearly startled at the sight. Dahlia and this Carly were leaning back on their elbows, thighs spread, pussies front and center.
Carly was something. Makeup, red lipstick, a full bosom with her pubes shaped into an arrow pointing down at her full pussy lips. She looked like a 21-year-old from the neck down.
Celia whispered, “My God.”
“She’s still a virgin, but she already had her mother put her on the Pill. Mona.”
“No wonder. She is ripe. Looks like it too.”
Cindy sounded both resigned and amused, “No telling how many hours Dahlia has spent with her mouth on that pussy.”
Still looking at the picture, Celia mused, “I’m not sure Billy could hold back with Carly.” She nodded to herself, “I’m not sure I’d want him to.”
Cindy shrugged in a ‘no biggie’ way, “I’m only concerned with what he does with Dahlia.”
“You have my word on that.”
Both mothers were looking speculatively at Carly.
Celia said, “Tell me about her mother.”
“Mona? Mona Villejoin. She’s a ... a pushover. No backbone. Carly is already running that house.”
Celia ran her fingernail up and down the girl’s pussy, “Hmm.”
Cindy smiled.
The next morning, a Friday, while Billy was waiting for the school bus, Celia said, “This Cindy Latier is more of a live wire than I expected.”
“Oh?”
“I think you might have a chance with her.” She winked, “Your first pussy.”
“Really? Mrs. Latier?”
“Really. Now here’s my plan. Tomorrow morning instead of going to Miss Kitty’s, you...”
Billy sat up, listening avidly.
That afternoon, Celia called her new friend, “Hey, Cindy, wanna see that clip?”
Giggle, “You know I do.”
“Come by tomorrow morning.”
Saturday morning.
Cindy showed up at 10, right on time. She was surprised that Celia had opened a bottle of champagne, but decided, why not? Cindy was wearing a blindingly white tee that hung down to mid-thigh. No bra, none needed.
They were seated on the couch in the living room, facing the flatscreen. Cindy looked around, “Billy at Miss Kitty’s?”
“No, not this morning. He has one of his little girlfriends over — Allie Dumont.”
Cindy winked, “A good BJ is better than jerking off.”
“It is, but he’s ... well, he’s getting to the stage where blowjobs aren’t gonna be enough.”
Cindy grinned, “Carly Villejoin?”
“She’s a possibility. Although I’m not sure I want his first time to be with a virgin.”
“You make it sound like a team project.”
“You know, it kinda is. We’ve been ... uh, partners for a few years now. Partners in the sense that I’ve been helping him seduce his little girls.”
There. It was out in the open. No ambiguity.
“Oh. Well ... it seems to be working. If the rumor mills are right.”
Celia winked, “Honey, those mills don’t know the half of it.”
A few moments later, they were looking at the 90-second clip that Missy Champlain had edited for Billy. As the scene opened, Celia took Cindy’s hand and held it firmly.
Cindy stared as the very first image showed her naked daughter, mouth stuffed with Billy’s erection, using both hands to stroke his thick cock. The vivid scene was so abrupt — it was surprising. Then, as he obviously began spurting, Celia squeezed Cindy’s hand. Who, automatically squeezed back.
Both girls stared as Dahlia, completely startled, said, “Oh!” Her voice was muffled and her eyes popped open as the first glob exploded into her mouth. Then, she quickly gathered herself and stroked him even faster.
Celia whispered, “She’s a trooper.” Hand squeeze.
“I’ll say.” Hand squeeze.
Remembering Mrs. Surette’s advice, Dahlia opened her mouth to show Billy his cum. Then she swirled it around with her finger, going, “Hmm.”
Cindy said, “Huh,” but was obviously pleased with her daughter’s ingenuity.
Later, Dahlia’s slender thighs over his broad shoulders, Cindy stared as Billy licked her daughter to a small climax. Then, the second blowjob. Dahlia was more at ease, more confident this time. Billy was lying on his back, hands behind his head, smiling fondly as the little girl took the initiative and eagerly went to work.
Later, over the second bottle of bubbly, sitting in the kitchen, Celia smiled, “Well?”
“I think it went about as well as it could have. He didn’t push her, was gentle with her. And, that second time, it looked like she was enjoying herself.”
Celia heard Billy’s shower turn off. She smiled at her friend, “I told Dahlia that next time I want some of her too.”
Cindy nodded, “She told me all about that too.”
“And?”
No hesitation, “I think it will be good for her. Someone besides Carly. Just so long as you guys don’t knock her up.”
Celia thought, “You guys? That’s a good sign. Cindy is acknowledging that me and Billy are gonna do her together. That’s cool.”
Just then, holding Allie’s hand, Billy strolled into the kitchen, and pretended to be surprised, “Oh, hi there, Mrs. Latier. Um, this here is Allie, Allie Dumont.”
Cindy herself was surprised, yet not too surprised, that both teenagers were naked. She was startled at Allie’s age however. The girl was at least 16, perhaps even 18. Fully developed and completely at ease in her nudity.
Both of them reached out to shake hands with her. Then Allie smiled up at Billy, “I gotta run, honey. Me an’ mama are meeting at Contrary Mary’s.” She stood on tiptoes, kissed his cheek, and gave his cock a friendly squeeze.
As usual, Billy remained standing, leaning back against the counter as his mother handed him a glass of champagne. Cindy’s eyes kept darting back to his penis. Even flaccid, it was one impressive sight.
Celia smiled, “We just watched you and Dahlia.”
Billy’s smile lit up the kitchen, “She is so special, Mrs. Latier, a real treat.”
“Well.”
As instructed, Billy had only had one climax with Allie. His mother had told him, “Don’t force it, don’t play with it, but get hard if you can.”
“Oh, I can. With Mrs. Latier? For sure.”
In front of Cindy, Celia winked at him, “I especially enjoyed watching that second blowjob. Dahlia really got into it.”
Cindy found herself nodding in agreement.
Billy smiled, “I was too excited. I didn’t spend enough time taking care of her. Well, next time.”
Cindy spoke up for her daughter automatically, “I think that would be ... um, appropriate.” She instantly recognized how inappropriate the act actually was, but her meaning was clear. She wanted her daughter’s experiences to be as enjoyable as they could be for someone that young.
As planned, Celia’s cell rang. “Oh, hi, Rhonda. Wednesday? Let me find my calendar.” As she left the kitchen, she was saying “Ten o’clock? That might work.”
It hadn’t occurred to Cindy Latier that she’d been set up. It just felt natural, if unorthodox, to find herself alone with Billy Surette. He held out his empty glass and raised his eyebrows.
“Oh. Acourse.” She stood and refilled his glass. Then, still standing, she leaned back agains the kitchen table facing him. It felt more comfortable being at eye level. Well, she was so petite, it was hardly eye level, but at least it wasn’t penis level.
“You have a lot of little girlfriends, Billy.”
“I’ve been lucky, Mrs. Latier. Of course, Mama’s the main reason.”
Cindy was startled at his admission, but pleased that he hadn’t tried to come off as some sort of Casanova, “So I understand. She is one naughty mama.”
“I know, I’m really lucky.”
“Well, you have a pleasant way about you — girls appreciate a nice boy.”
He looked her up and down, a frank, open appraisal, “I sure can see why Dahlia is so sexy.”
“Are you flirting with me, Billy Surette?” She felt the pink rising in her cheeks.
“Yes ma’am, trying to.”
She stared involuntarily as his cock began throbbing back to life. It was a mesmerizing sight as it pulsed and began growing. And growing. She couldn’t look away as it gained elevation, as it thickened even more. It was soon pointing directly at her, then continuing it’s journey until it up almost touching his flat tummy.
Cindy cleared her throat, but couldn’t think of any words to say.
Celia, listening from the next room, breezed back in, “Oh, God, sorry, Cindy, I can’t take him anywhere. Say...”
She moved her friend over to Billy and aimed her cell, “Smile, you guys.”
Billy, towering over the petite woman, placed his arm around her shoulders. In somewhat of a daze, she put her arm around his waist.
Celia, “Isn’t she the MILF of MILFs?”
“God yes!”
Cindy had regained her equilibrium, “Is this a setup? Did you plan this, Celia?”
Happy smile, “Do you mind?”
“I gotta think about that.”
Celia boldly put Cindy’s hand around Billy’s erection, “Think about this, hon. I’m outta here.”
As his mother left them, Billy placed his palm on Mrs. Latier’s small breast.
“Wait! Wait a minute.”
But there wasn’t much conviction in her voice. It was a rather feeble protest.
Billy massaged her now-erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger. When he moved to her other breast, she didn’t object. Then, looking down at her, looking straight into her eyes, be held the hem of her tee in his hands. Mrs,. Latier started back for several seconds, then sighed, and lifted her arms straight up. Surrender.
Having made the decision, she felt herself relax as she took the initiative. Still staring into his eyes, she hooked her panties with her thumbs, slid them down, and kicked them off.
“God, Mrs. Latier, God.”
Except for her two small breasts, she looked a young as Dahlia. Cindy smiled to herself, back in familiar territory. She knew, knew well, how her petite, boyish body drove guys wild.
Smiling broadly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his mother’s bedroom. Fresh sheets, invitingly turned back. Cindy watched serenely as he calmly turned on the two tripod mounted cameras.
Instead of resenting this prearranged liaison, she had mentally relaxed enough to go with the flow. To see where it took her.
Following his mother’s directives, he necked with her for quite some time before licking his way down her body. As his tongue probed for her clit, she could tell how inexperienced he really was. Those little girls wouldn’t have known enough to teach him what he needed to learn.
But still, she appreciated the effort. Cindy faked a small climax, then began taking charge. Fully aware of the camera placements, she lay him on his back and straddled his body. Making sure that she was facing the cameras.
She leaned back on her hands, squeezing her pussy every time she lowered herself to take him all in. Billy whispered, “My God.”
When she sensed he was close, she stopped moving and began to milk that thick cock. At the same time, she started caressing her clit. She couldn’t time it perfectly, but her orgasm hit just 30-seconds or so after his.
Sunday morning.
As a courtesy, Missy had moved the Billy/Cindy tape to the front of her queue. So, Celia and Billy, with Cindy sitting between them, watched the boy enjoy his first ever pussy.
Cindy was uncomfortable at first, but then relaxed as she realized how good she looked. Celia’s comment was practical, and spot-on, “I’m glad you had a decent orgasm there at the end.”
“Thank you.”
Cindy was wearing another long tee. Cindy and Billy each had a friendly hand on her thighs.
“Cindy, it was his first time — he’ll get better.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.”
“Have you forgiven me for the ambush?”
Cindy shrugged, “Oh, part of me resents it. Resents the ... assumption that I could be had so easily. But I know what you’re really asking me.”
“Of course you do. Will you be letting him enjoy you some more?”
Billy was oddly serene, as if awaiting a positive response.
“I will, yeah. But when I’m in the mood. No more manipulations.”
“Deal. Now, I’m going to push you a little further. One of his fantasies is for me to snowball his cum.”
Cindy nodded to herself, “And you’re not ready to blow him yourself.”
“Not yet. Maybe not ever. But I suppose when we get to Sunnyside ... well, who can tell?”
Cindy seemed composed, “Well, it’s obvious where I fit in.” Then, taking the initiative, she said, “You’ve seen me.”
Celia nodded and stood up, “Fair is fair.” She pulled her tee off, and Billy, without being told, stood and deftly unhooked her bra. Cindy thought, “That wasn’t his first time.”
After he pulled her panties off, Celia sat on the coffee table, directly in front of Cindy. She leaned back on her elbows, and parted her thighs, saying, in effect, “Here I am.”
Cindy had already known how gorgeous the woman was. But naked ... she was in another league. Cindy nodded to herself, and stuck her hand out. The two girls shook on it. ‘It’ being that the three of them would end up in bed one of these days.
Back in the kitchen, dressed again, Celia handed Billy a bottle of white wine to open. The atmosphere was relaxed, friendly. The agreement between the two girls had seemed go ease any residual tensions. They were becoming friends.
Cindy said, “Now, I’m not pussy on call.”
“He knows that, honey.”
Billy nodded, “I’ll wait for you to call me, Mrs. Latier.”
“And, I’m not going to want to be in bed with both of you. Not every time.”
Celia, “Of course. It can be Billy, Billy and me.” She winked, “Or just me.”
Cindy giggled. But she seemed to need to reestablish her equilibrium, or, perhaps, merely affirm it. “And not at my house.”
“Of course.”
“And, I don’t want Dahlia to know. At least for the time being.”
“That’s smart. She’s going through enough just being with Billy. We don’t want to overwhelm her.”
The two girls discussed the details for a while longer. No surprise, Cindy didn’t want her husband to have a clue. Just as he knew nothing about Dahlia.
Then it was Celia’s turn, “I’m still interested in young stuff.”
“Like Carly Villejoin.”
“Yeah, but even younger too.”
Cindy stared, “Count me out. Even Carly is pushing it for me.”
“I understand.”
“Look, I don’t really care how young they are. I mean, if you can seduce ‘em, well, you and Billy can enjoy ‘em.”
“I’m not sure I understand your point.”
“It’s simple. I don’t want to get crosswise with Missy Champlain. Let alone Darlene.” Cindy looked thoughtful, “Now, if they would give you permission ... well that’s something else. Then, I might help you, might even join in on the fun myself.” She gazed off into the distance for a moment, then looked directly at Celia. “in fact, the more I think about it ... um, just how young are you thinking about?”
Celia told her. Cindy blinked in surprise, “That would be a big step for me. Although, now that I think about it ... hmm.”
Billy listened as the two grown women calmly discussed how young they were willing to go. It wasn’t that Celia was trying to convince her friend. No, Cindy was coming to grips with her working out her own limits.
Celia, :I been thinking about sitting down with Darlene anyway. It’s not like we’d be up on a stage — it’s behind closed doors in my own fucking house.”
“Well, let me know how it goes with her.” Cindy winked, “Honestly, jess in fantasies, I’ve had my eye on a couple of little ones myself.”
“Oh, who?”
“Sara Danton and Claudia Lafaye.”
Celia laughed, and clicked on her cell. Five names, including Sara Danton and Claudia Lafaye. Cindy read the list, and pointed at the other three girls, “That young? Huh.”
Celia “Back to Carly.”
Cindy hesitated, “I don’t mind if you do her. In fact, I don’t mind if Billy fucks her.”
“But you’re concerned about Dahlia. So are we. So, I suggest we wait on Carly. Wait until Dahlia is all settled in and comfortable.”
“Thank you for that. But I have an alternative idea for you guys — Mona.”
“Carly’s mother?”
“Yep.”
“But ... I mean, why would she agree to fuck a teenage boy she’s never even met?”
Billy sat up.
“Let me tell you about Mona Villejoin. At first, I felt sorry for her. A meek, little mouse.”
“And she isn’t?”
“Actually, she’s even meeker than that. Background. Her own father and the church fucked her up from the get-go. Reverend Mosby.”
“Oh. That poor girl.”
“Celia, she doesn’t even know who Carly’s father is. Not for sure.”
“What in the world? How could she not know?”
“Because her husband and his two brothers take turns fucking each other’s wives.”
“Oh! The Villejoin brothers — I didn’t even make the connection. They’re ... they’re notorious, even by Sausalito standards.”
“Yep. The three wives are just pussy to them. Interchangeable pussy.”
“Gosh. I’d heard rumors.”
“Now I’m no psychologist like Doctor Mary, but Mona was subservient to her father, then God, Mosby, the church, and now the brothers. Whenever they want her, she just goes to their house, undresses. One or two or three at a time, it doesn’t matter to her. Or to them, for that matter.”
“That is so sad.”
“It is. And that’s why Carly runs that house. Mona is ... well, incapable.”
“Carly, huh.”
“And, unlike the other Villejoin kids, she’s managed to hold the three brothers off.”:
“One of whom is her own father.”
“Yep. Doesn’t matter to them — pussy is pussy. Wife, daughter, niece ... so what?”
“How gothic.”
“That’s why Carly is Mona’s salvation. That little girl is strict with her mother — she has to be. But she’s fond of her, treats her with affection.”
Billy, one-track mind, “Would she let me have Mona?”
Celia, clearly annoyed at his selfishness, said, “Billy!”
Cindy, “No, he’s right — that is the question to ask.”
“Why? Why in the world?”
“Carly cares for that little girl. And resents all the liberties that the brothers take with her and her aunts. Carly and I have been talking — she wants to ... I don’t know, change the trajectory of Mona’s dreary life. Let her have some fun. Give her something to look forward to?”
“Huh.”
“Let’s see ... this is Sunday. Come by my house Wednesday afternoon around 1. Before school lets out. I’ll have Carly stay home so you can meet her and discuss ... well, you know what to talk about.”
Celia nodded, “Before Dalia gets home from school.”
“Yeah. Now, later, I’m fine with Dahlia knowing. Even watching the videos.” Shrug, “Or watching in person.”
“Would Mona allow ... scratch that. Would Carly allow that?”
“That’s something you can talk about with her.”
Wednesday afternoon.
Celia looked calm on the outside, but her tummy was fluttering a little bit. She wasn’t sure why. Cindy seemed relaxed. And both were curious how the conversation with Carly would go.
Carly Villejoin, even wearing a tee, exuded sex. Without understanding how she knew it, Celia was certain that that was the only garment the barefoot little girl had on.
Cindy had discussed Billy privately with Carly. About what he wanted. And now, the three girls were talking about the details. Carly was taking a positive view, “I like it. Billy Surette, after those three pigs ... well, she’ll appreciate a normal relationship. Maybe. If she’s ready.”
Cindy was sure how ‘normal’ it was for a little girl to give her mother to a teenaged stranger, but she rationalized that Carly knew what was best for her.
Carly reached for her cell, “Mona, I’m over at Dahlia’s. Come by, I’m going to introduce you to a nice lady.” She listened, “Right now.”
Mona Villejoin was, as advertised, a timid little woman. She blushed furiously when she she shook hands with Celia.
Celia studied her. Limp, unwashed hair. No makeup. A shapeless housedress that masked whatever figure she had. She moved hesitantly and silently.
Carly went right to it, “Mona, I have a surprise for you. A real treat.”
“Oh?”
Carly nodded at Celia. Who, feeling herself blush, showed Mona a nude photo of Billy. Standing in the sunshine, smiling and erect.
“Oh!” She stared at Carly, uncomprehending.
Her daughter patted her knee, “You’re going to start having some fun. A love affair with a dreamy boy. Check him out, Mona — you ever see one that big?”
Whisper, “No, but I don’t understand.”
“Mona.”
She looked up at daughter.
“Yes you do. You understand perfectly well.”
She looked back at Billy, “But Ben...”
“Fuck Ben. And Carl. And Hank. Fuck them.”
Celia stepped in. She tapped the photo, “Billy is so excited. Now, he doesn’t have much experience, so you’ll have to be patient with him.”
“I will?”
Cindy, “It’ll be so much fun, Mona. And only us girls will know. It’s our little secret.”
The shock was mostly over, reality was beginning to sink in, “But I never ... only with the brothers ... I mean ... I don’t think...”
Carly took charge. Celia could tell how strong-willed the little girl was.
“Cindy, please show Mona where your shower is. I brought new clothes and makeup for her.”
Mona brightened, “Makeup?”
“That’s right — a new look for a new you.”
A few minutes later, right on time, Wendy, from the salon, showed up. A new haircut was in the offing too.
Cindy led Mona by the hand into the kitchen. She was wrapped in a bath towel. Celia could see the improvement from just a shower and shampoo. Wendy went right to work, “Good, I’ll use that towel.”
She unwrapped it and draped it over the girl’s shoulders. Mona didn’t react, she seemed indifferent to her nude state. Celia figured that those fucking brothers probably kept her naked a lot of the time.
An hour later, she was transformed. She was no raving beauty, but she’d been hiding a cute little girl in her despair.
Her pixie cut emphasized her gamine features. Mona was skinny, but actually had a nice set of boobs. Average sized pussy, now that Wendy had removed the tangled bush. She wasn’t glowing, but her posture improved as she stared at herself in the full-length mirror.
Celia picked up her cell, “Say hello to Billy, honey.”
“Oh. Um, hi? Nice to meet you?”
That the boy was erect either didn’t register or didn’t faze her. They visited for a minute, as he told her how much he was looking forward to meeting her in person.
Mona dressed her mother in a new skirt and blouse. New heels too.
“Mona, Celia’s going to drive you over to Billy’s now. I’ll come by in the morning to have breakfast with you guys.”
“Morning? But Ben...”
Carly spoke fondly, “Fuck Ben. Remember Mona? Fuck Ben.”
Mona had no way of knowing, and it was decided to break the news gradually to her, but Carly, Cindy, and Celia were going to change her life.
The three of them had spent over an hour meeting with Darlene Pellerin. The Chief, Rémy Thibodeaux, had been there for the last half hour. Darlene had found a small rental bungalow for Mona and Carly. Mona would stay with Celia and Billy for a couple of days until it was ready. Carly would stay with Cindy and Dahlia. As she often did.
Rémy would confront Ben Villejoin and explain the new facts of life to him. Which included a guaranteed allowance to cover Carly’s expenses — rent, utilities, food, etc. And, a restraining order for Ben and both of his brothers to stay the fuck away from Mona.
Rémy was small of stature, but it was well known that he was not someone to fuck with. He didn’t bother to bring one or two other cops. There was no need.
What had started as a simple pussy-quest, well, it was still that, had turned into a reclamation project. One long overdue.
Celia had considered taking it slow with Mona, maybe waiting a day or two to take her to bed. Even though Billy greeted them, naked and erect, grinning widely. He was fresh out of the shower, wet hair, and smelling of shampoo.
“Oh.”
“Mona, Billy. Billy, Mona.”
The little girl was blushing, but Celia didn’t think it was from embarrassment.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, dear.”
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