Chapter 102: Naomi Monroe, 30, body lotion...

Carole, following Kate’s advice, tipped the bellboy $40 bucks for carrying their one suitcase into the room. Kate had told her, “Tip generously — I use that suite as a honey trap from time to time.”

“Honey trap?”

“It’s useful for me to have certain politicians on tape fucking one of my girls.”

“Oh.”

Carole realized, once again, what a small player she was in Kate’s universe. The Son-Fucker Project was important to the woman, but was only one piece of a larger puzzle.

Carole and Naomi, Richie and Randy, looked around the lavish suite with wonderment. The atmosphere had shifted subtlety. There was a heightened sense of eroticism — being away from home, from everyone who knew them.

There was also a welcome sense of freedom, of having left cares and responsibilities back in Sausalito.

Carole pointed to the master suite, “Movie Star.”

Naomi lifted her chin and looked down at the riffraff, “You may visit me by invitation only.”

Richie and Randy raised their arms and bowed exaggeratedly.

Carole looked at the master bathroom as if seeing it for the first time, “Check it out, guys.”

Then she tossed her tee away, stepped out of her panties, “Group shower!”

Moments later — a first — the four of them were giggling under the powerful sprays. Two pale blondes and two tan Cajuns.

Carole squirted body lotion into the boys’ hands. And then the three of them were massaging Naomi all over — another first. Carole guided Randy’s hand to his mother’s pussy. Naomi looked directly at her friend for several moments, then, still staring into Carole’s eyes, moved her feet further apart.

Heart racing, Randy slid the tip of his middle finger in. Moving achingly slowly as if he were waiting to be slapped down, he inched it further and further inside.

Richie and Carole were massaging her breasts, but Naomi was focused on her pussy. And how she felt about what was suddenly going on. They hadn’t even unpacked and here she was — the center of a group grope. No, that wasn’t it — her son had his finger in her.

So, how did she feel about this sudden change in her life? Knowing how pleased Carole must be was a plus. And her reaction had to be minor compared with Randy’s level of excitement.

She winked at the boy and squeezed her pussy twice. He went, “Oh,” and wiggled his finger two times.

She giggled and squeezed again. Randy suddenly moaned, and Carole grasped the base of his cock and guided his gushing sperm into the palm of her other hand.

Making sure the shower didn’t wash it away, she brought her hand up to her mouth and tasted. She and Naomi had locked eyes — it was a mini contest of wills. Carole didn’t say a word, just kept looking at her friend as she swirled the cum around with her tongue.

Naomi sighed — barely audible — and stuck her tongue out in a silent invitation. Then she blinked like she’d come to a decision, grabbed Carole’s wrist, and brought her hand up to her mouth.

Still staring at Carole, she licked up every drop of her son’s cum. She nodded to her friend as if saying, “There. Satisfied?”

Even Richie and Randy understood from that little gesture Naomi had crossed some sort of line.