Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 101
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 101 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
The boys were in their underwear, scarfing down nachos and sharing a beer. Following the script, Flynn asked his mother, “Did you pull the trigger?”
Riley looked confused, “Trigger? Pull it on what?”
“That bikini you were thinking about.”
“Oh, that? Yeah, I bought it last week.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to model it for us?”
Shrug, “Sure, why not?”
A couple of minutes later, Riley strolled back into the kitchen in an even skimpier number than her green bikini. Logan gaped at her like a cartoon character. Even Flynn was impressed.
The shade — white with just a hint of pink — almost perfectly matched her skin. The boys had thought she was naked for the first few seconds.
She posed, then did a slow pirouette for the crowd. Facing them again, she ran her thumbs under the string on her tummy. Pulled out the minuscule triangle and looked down at herself. “You can’t see my pussy, can you, Logan?”
Beet red, he could only shake his head, no.
Flynn motioned her over. He reached up and cupped her breasts. Logan gasped.
“You got great tits, Riley, and I don’t even like girls.”
“Why, thank you, kind sir.”
He rubbed one nipple between his thumb and index finger, then the other, “Why are these poking out?”
Riley winked at Logan, “They get that way when I’m excited. They’re like little hard-ons, aren’t they?”
She reached down and gave the boys a friendly squeeze, then breezed out of the kitchen. She pretended not to notice that Logan had moaned under his breath and shot off.
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