Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 77
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 77 - 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
Flynn Clooney had always been a confident boy, but his flirtation with Hana Kido had been like a coming out party. His personality blossomed and he gained even more self-assurance.
One morning as he was leaving for school, he tried to act casual, “Um, Logan is coming by this afternoon.”
“That’s wonderful!” Riley got a thoughtful look on her face, “You want me here or gone? I’d like to meet him, but I’ll be happy to give you guys your privacy.”
He looked startled, “No, we’re not gonna do anything, we’re not ready for that. Yet. I mean, he’ never ... me either.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be on my best behavior — I won’t gush or act Mom-Crazy. Now what do you want me to wear?”
Flynn hadn’t considered the subject, but realized it was a good question. He knew how attractive his mother was, and he wanted to make a good impression on his new friend.
As he thought about it, Riley untied her robe and let it slip to the floor, “How about this?”
Flynn laughed.
“I know you like my pussy, maybe Logan will too.”
“Yeah, right, like I’m gonna do that.” He took her hand and led her back to her room. He frowned in concentration, talking mostly to himself, “Something sexy, but not slutty.”
Riley held up a pair of pink Bermuda shorts, “How about these?”
“Try ‘em on.”
He was already shaking his head as she buttoned them, “Too loose, Riley — I wanna see your butt.”
She tossed them as Flynn went through one drawer, then another, ignoring his naked mother. Riley was amused at his wardrobe-intensity, but didn’t tease him. Logan’s first visit was important to Flynn and she would do whatever he wanted to make the afternoon comfortable.
Flynn decided on some dark-blue booty shorts that were among the more conservative cuts that she owned. They clung to her like they were painted on, yet covered her butt completely. She said, “The white pair shows off my pussy.”
He muttered, “I know, Riley. Nothing that slutty. Okay, tops —what do you think?”
“Crop-top. This one?” She held up a white one. He made a try-it-on gesture, and nodded, “Good, that’ll do.” It showed only about an inch of her tummy.
“Bra?”
“No.”
“Panties?”
“Will they show under your shorts?”
“Just the outline.”
“Negative.”
“Shoes?”
“Barefoot.”
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