Chapter 141

It was Paul Hutchinson’s second weekend at Four Corners; his first with his mother also there. It was awkward for both of them. But Riley was confident that she and Flynn could get them squared away that first day.

Flynn had said, “Riley, we get them in the same room, naked, we got ‘em.”

Like Claire had started sharing her strategic thinking with Riley, Riley had been bringing Flynn into the loop. He was turning out to be a good little coconspirator.

“I think so too, honey. And I want to get Paul involved with her as soon as possible”

“So she’ll be an example to the other moms.”

“Exactly.”

They found Helene and Paul sitting stiffly in the kitchen, is a desultory conversation. Stilted. Riley herded them into the living room and sat Helene on the sofa, where the Clooneys had had so much fun with the woman in the past.

Riley cupped Paul’s penis and balls and winked at him, “Hana is coming by to give you a welcome-back present.” The boy beamed.

Flynn put his arms around Paul and said, “I’m glad you’re here.” He kissed him full on the lips. Helene stared. Paul stiffened in surprise for a moment, then tentatively put his arms around his new friend.

A friendly buss turned into a teenage tongue-fest. When Flynn stepped back, Helene zeroed in on her son’s impressive erection, then quickly looked away. Riley kept things moving, “Paul, your mom has the best tits in Carefree.”

Tentative smile, soft voice, “I know.”

Moving smoothly, Riley and Flynn each sucked a nipple. It was Paul’s turn to stare as Riley slid her hand down, and started caressing Helene’s pussy. The woman’s face was reddened with embarrassment at her son’s presence. She couldn’t look at him.

But Riley’s knowing, insistent fingers began working their magic. Helene’s thighs seemed to inch apart of their own volition. She started making almost imperceptible upward thrusts.

Helene squeezed her eyes shut as the blush crept down her neck.

Flynn motioned Paul over and moved his head down to Helene’s other breast. The boy hesitated for just a moment, and then was eagerly sucking his mother’s nipple for the first time in 14-years.

Riley’s mouth had now joined her fingers as she worked on Helene.

Flynn whispered to Paul, “Kiss her, she loves it.”

No hesitation this time. Helene felt a tongue, and hers darted up to meet it. A tiny portion of her brain zapped a surprisingly analytical tidbit: _Paulie kissing me is naughtier than sucking on my tit._

But soon, rational thought gave way to emotional and physical acceptance. She was on the verge, she was almost, almost, please, please, please. “YESSSSS!”

Riley kept going, kept gently pushing the woman. Flynn traded places with Paul, who went back to his mother’s breast. Riley reached for his hand and led his fingers to Helene’s pussy. Helene no longer thought about who was doing what to her — she was so close again, and that was all that mattered.