Chapter 73

It was time. For once, Riley didn’t have a problem waking Flynn up and getting him into the shower. Ellie and Hana were coming by to finally meet him. Riley wanted to do his makeup, put him in a wig and miniskirt, but Flynn said, “Not the first time.”

He was excited to meet the girls, but surprisingly calm. He had heard so much about them, he felt like he already knew them. And Ellie and Hana had a similar sense of familiarity.

Riley picked out a polo and slacks for her handsome son. She was so proud of him anyway, and couldn’t wait to show him off to her very best friends in the world.

They arrived together, and soon laugher and giggly chatter was racing around the kitchen as they sipped cappuccinos. Flynn had been gobsmacked at the sight of little Hana. His mother had told him she was a short girl, but that hadn’t prepared him for how tiny she actually was.

Riley, in a devilish mood, soon steered the conversation to Pink Pussy. Not the trailers out back, and certainly not the little bungalow that Miss S had built for them. Them and Maria.

“Flynn, me and Ellie and Hana can’t wait to get up there on that stage.”

His eyes darted to Hana.

Ellie said, “When your mother dances, Consuela — she’s our boss — shuts down the other three stages. Everyone crowds around to watch Riley.”

He turned to his mother, “Really? You didn’t tell me about that.”

Riley shrugged modestly, “Men like to see pussy.”

Ellie, “Men like to see Riley’s pussy.”

Riley smiled at her friends, “Flynn is a connoisseur of pussy. He’s been checking them out online.”

Ellie, “Oh? What sort of pussy do you favor, Flynn?”

The boy, give him credit, maintained his aplomb, “Little ones. Like Riley’s.”

Ellie nodded, “She has a great little cunt. But you should see Hana’s.” Ellie held her fingers about a half inch apart.

Flynn was staring at Hana, totally unaware of the adoration in his face.

Riley patted his hand, “True. She looks like a third-grader, maybe even a kindergartner.”

Flynn couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Hana continued the teasing, “Your mother’s just trying to butter me up. Trying to get in my panties.”

Ellie, ‘Like you’re wearing panties, Ms. Commando.”

The easy banter went on and on. Flynn was trying his best not to be so obvious, but his glance kept returning to Hana.

Riley patted his knee, “I wanted him to doll up for you, but he got suddenly shy.”

Hana, the boldest of them, grinned and whispered in his ear. Flynn blushed deeply, the pink looked fetching on his creamy cheeks. “Really? You do?”

Hana clapped her hand briskly, “Riley’s told us how sexy you are, let’s get the show on the road.”

She took his hand and winked at Riley, “Where do we do him?”

“My bedroom, follow me.”

Flynn wasn’t in a daze, but he was unable to resist the little dynamo, and meekly followed Hana.

Riley tried to hide her own excitement — she so wanted to show him off. She tugged his polo out of his waistband, and Flynn automatically raised his arms.

Hana, bold as brass, unbuckled him, unbuttoned him, unzipped him, and tugged his trousers and underwear down. Ellie cooed, “I love your little heart, it’s an exact match!”

Now that he was naked, Flynn felt a familiar tingle, a comfortable, welcome sense of becoming his true self as he looked at the wig and makeup that Riley was laying out. She sat him in front of her mirror and gestured to Hana, “He’s all yours.”

Hana took her time as Riley and Ellie held hands, looking on fondly. Hana expended some extra effort on his lips, creating a Cupid’s bow — a double-curve on his upper lip. Riley nodded in approval, “Even sexier.”

When Hana carefully adjusted the wig, Flynn became physically aroused and glanced at her, a little nervously. She smiled at him, “Your mother was right, honey, you have a beautiful cock.”

Ellie, knowing how sensitive boys were on the subject, said, “I know you’re not into girls, but you could do me anytime you wanted.” She bent down and kissed the tip.

Hana playfully shoved her away, “Hey! Hands off my boyfriend. Lips too! Slut.”

Flynn was in his element. Riley cast a knowing glance at him, “Honey, if you need to cum, just go right ahead.”

Hana stood on tiptoes, drew his head down, and whispered to him. Flynn blushed and giggled and throbbed even more wildly.