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Four Corners

Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott

Chapter 45

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 45 - 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  

Claire smiled at her daughter, “Willow, you were right about Holly — she’s a real find. And Tammy too. They not only are beauties, but Consuela says they hop to it, do everything she tells them.”

They were wearing their usual business pants suits.

“Yeah, she’s by far the best of the lot-lizard mothers. You have any special plans for them?”

“Just the old tried-and-true.”

Willow nodded, “A mother/daughter act. That always goes over well with the customers. And they look so much alike — guys can tell at a glance.”

Willow looked around Luke’s office, “He’s running late this morning. Say, why not test-drive Holly and Tammy this morning?”

“Good idea.” Claire called Consuela, “Con, send Holly and Tammy over to Luke’s please. Tell Betty I don’t need her after all.”

Ten minutes later the two of them knocked. Inside they immediately undressed and stood there placidly, smiling, waiting to be told what to do.

Willow said, “We’re waiting for Luke. Tammy, lick some pussy, get your mom in a good mood.”

Instant compliance. Holly sat in a chair, scooted forward, brought her heels up by her butt, spread her knees.

Claire, “Tammy, you every do your mother before?”

“No, Miss S, I never did.” The 14-year-old girl sat down crosslegged in front of Holly and went right to work.

Just then, Luke strolled in, fresh from his after-workout shower and smiled at the scene. His cock throbbed to life.

Claire said, “Can you cum, Holly?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m pretty sure.”

“Good girl.”

As the Stillmans watched a flush creep from Holly’s cheeks down to her neck, Willow patted Luke’s erection, “Claire, do you think Tammy could take all of it?”

Claire tilted her head, considering, “Hmm, interesting. Holly managed it the other morning.”

Holly, obviously in heat, her voice throaty, “She can do it, Miss S. She might fight it, that’s just natural. But if that’s what you want, that’s what you get.”

The redness had spread down to Holly’s chest. She closed her eyes and Tammy used her mouth, tongue, fingers. Holly’s breathing grew ragged, then her voice kind of whistled, “Yesssss!”

Willow gave her a couple of minutes to recover, then sat Tammy back in the same chair. Holly put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, “Honey, this is going to be difficult. But you can do it. Mr. Luke is gonna face-fuck you.”

Tammy nodded, she’d given probably a hundred blowjobs.

“He’s gonna go real slow, and I want you take it all in. Every single bit of it.”

“I’ll try, Mama.”

“You’ll do more than try — you’ll swallow all of it.”

Tammy gave a tentative nod. Holly guided the head into the girl’s mouth. She placed her daughter’s hands on his butt. An inch, another half inch, another.

Willow, always up for a new adventure, said, “Don’t go so slow, Luke.”

He looked at Claire. She winked, “Go for it.”

Holly stood behind Tammy, gently placed her hand on her cheeks, “Get ready, pumpkin.”

Luke, gazing steadily at his mother, didn’t slam it in the way Willow wanted. But he pushed forward slowly, steadily, relentlessly.

Tammy’s eyes popped open, she made a strangling sound deep in her throat. Holly said, “Don’t stop, Mr. Luke, she can take it.”

Tammy dropped her hands down to her sides, surrendering just as her mother had done. Her face was beet red; Claire studied her with interest.

Another half inch, another, another. Luke didn’t ease up on the continuous pressure. With a little under one more inch to go, Willow whispered, “Slam it home!”

He looked at Claire who winked at him. Holly whispered, “Yes.”

Luke placed his hands behind Tammy’s head and thrust his hips forward as he pulled her to him. She made some sort of gargling scream and her little body convulsed.

Willow whispered, “God, I love life.”

Claire spoke in a cheerful tone, “Flex, honey, flex.”

Tammy’s panic moment had passed. Her breathing was slowing. Luke pushed forward gently until her head was resting against the back of the chair. Her lips were stretched out into a large O pressed against Luke’s tummy.

Willow considered pinching the girl’s nose closed, just for a few seconds, just to see her reaction, just for the fun of it, but didn’t. Instead she said, “Get her off, Holly, make her cum before Luke does.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Holly sat on the floor and touched her daughter. She smiled up, “She’s still wet, Miss Willow.”

Claire bent forward and kissed Luke on the forehead, “Flex-fuck her, baby, flex-fuck her.” She stepped back and surveyed the scene, “And don’t cum, not for ages.”

Holly caressed her daughter’s pussy, “She can take it, Mr. Luke, you got her. Got her good.”

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