Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 147
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 147 - 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
Riley and Flynn had, as she planned, left Helene alone. Although Flynn did have Paul sucking him off in front of the woman. As Riley had predicted, Helene eventually approached her.
“Just checking in, Miss Riley. Are we cool, you and me? I mean, me and Paulie? You’re happy with us?”
“Very much so, dear.”
The two women were watching their sons. Paul was seated on a kitchen chair; Flynn was standing between the boys legs thrusting his hips forward and back as Paul sucked him eagerly.
Helene, “When you’re happy, it seems like Miss S is too. I’m just more comfortable when things are running smooth and the bosses are happy.”
Riley handed her a prescription bottle, “Have Paul take one every morning and after dinner.”
“Viagra?”
“A variation, a little more potent.”
“Okay. Coals to Newcastle, but okay, if that’s what you want.”
Riley said, “Paul.”
He sat back, “Yes ma’am?”
“After Flynn cums, take your mother to No-Door for an hour.”
“Oh boy! I mean, yes ma’am!”
Helene’s face was red, “I’ve never gotten up the nerve.”
Riley smiled at her, but didn’t say anything.
“I mean, I sort of like the idea” She looked off into the distance, “Anyone can fuck me.” She nodded to herself, “I may as well have a sign printed — Anyone can fuck me.”
Riley remained silent.
“An hour. That would be three, maybe four.” Her expression was part speculative, part dreamy. “Anyone, anyone who wants me.”
Flynn said, “Riley, does that include Paul?”
Helene whipped her head around, staring at Riley.
“Hmm, no, not Paul. Not for Helene’s first time.” She winked at Flynn, “Ask me again next week.”
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