Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 82
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 82 - 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
Still no word from Tiago ‘Teeny’ Delgado
It was one of those conversations that Riley and Flynn didn’t need to have. She was the mother; he was the son. Boss; subservient. Despite the fun and games they were both enjoying, he usually did as he was told.
But, for all things Logan, Flynn was in charge. Riley cheerfully went along with whatever he wanted.
Putting on lipstick for her stage appearance was an elaborate multiphase process for Riley. She used a lustrous red, glazed with a gloss that sparkled under the lights.
But this, this was entirely different.
Flynn had reported to Riley, “He talks about you, like a lot?”
He — Logan Whitely.
“The usual MILF stuff?”
“Not that crude, but yeah.”
It was a Saturday morning, and Riley was going into Carefree late as a favor to her son. Logan was coming by for lunch.
Flynn was specific, “I want you sexier than the first time.”
‘But not slutty.”
“God no.”
They were in her bedroom; she was naked, waiting for wardrobe instructions.
“What’s your shortest skirt? The yellow one?”
“Yep.” She pulled it on and stood there, amused, waiting for inspections.
“Sit.”
She flipped her skirt up, sat down, and smiled up at him innocently.
“That’s good, Riley — bare butt on leather.”
She hefted her boobs, “What about these?”
He twirled her nipples, “I want ‘em hard.”
“Duh.”
She tried on three tops before he said, “The white one.”
“Barefoot.?”
“Yeah.”
“Flynn.”
“What?”
“How about this? I’m in the shower when he comes. I wrap myself in a towel and act surprised when I waltz into the kitchen.”
“Show me.”
She stripped and knotted a pink towel under her arms. “Pink for pussy.”
“Shut up, Riley.”
“Fuck off, Flynn.”
“Sit.”
She sat; he frowned.
“Too much?”
“Yeah, I don’t want him seeing your pussy — too blatant.”
“Okay I won’t sit. I’ll shake hands with him, then come back and get dressed.”
“I appreciate it, Riley.”
“Anything for the cause.”
She was proud of her boy. Ever since Hana had been flirting with him, he’d been a little more centered, a little calmer about Logan, a little more self-confident.
Riley and Flynn sat in the kitchen talking comfortably. She liked being nude even if her audience wasn’t interested in her sexually. She resisted the temptation to touch herself. She’d save that for when they weren’t expecting company.
She heard clomping on the front porch, then a knock. Riley kissed Flynn on the top of his head, “Showtime.”
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