Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 69
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 69 - 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 took Flynn to her favorite boutique in Des Moines — Lacy Ladies.
She whispered, “I’ll pick out your outfits, but if you see something that turns you on...”
“I’ll point.”
Fortunately, Flynn was small-waisted for a boy. And had a taut little butt. Riley started with panties and thongs, and worked out from there. Tees, crop-tops, shorts, skirts from mini to knee-length.
She bought him two pairs of heels a McKinley’s. “You’ll see how hard it is.”
Back home, Flynn went right for the more transparent panties, the briefest thongs. He told her, “I like the silky panties a lot. But also the way the thongs are so tight.”
She cupped his bulge, “Honey, when you’re with Logan, this baby will be tighter than ever.”
“God, I hope so.”
“You have sexy legs, really shapely — let’s do miniskirts. No, short-shorts first.”
Riley got the giggles — she had to lay back him on the bed in order to get the first pair over his hips. They both admired the look in front of the mirror. And Flynn began to throb. Riley winked at him approvingly, “That’s what I want to see, baby. That bulge tells him you care.”
It turned out that Flynn preferred skirts. And Riley had to admit that he looked stunning from the waist down. She clapped her hands, “Makeup, wig, chop-chop.”
Then his erection was in full bloom. Riley pulled the skirt off, “Strut your stuff, Flynn. Show the world.”
Fashion show over, she pointed to the second drawer in her bedroom bureau, “I cleared it out for you so you can model yourself after school.”
He bent down and kissed her on the lips, “I love you, Riley.”
She stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “Tonight.”
He whispered back, “Yeah?”
“When you’re kissing me, pretend I’m Logan.”
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