Chapter 126: Richie Landry, 15, Catching Up...

Carole Landry was a positive girl — optimistic, with a good attitude. But she wasn’t a miracle worker. She’d enjoyed some success working for Kate — Naomi Monroe was Exhibit One.

But she had failures too. Three different moms had rebuffed her conversational passes. She’d spoken in a lighthearted manner, but it was clear she was discussing sexual — family sexual — matters.

She was neither surprised nor disappointed in her lack of success with them. Incest was a steep hill to climb, and she understood that many more girls would turn her down than would take even the first step.

So, focus on the positive.

While Carole was reeling in Sara Pellerin, she wasn’t neglecting her other two most immediate targets — Kim Mouton and Rhonda O’Malley. Both women had seen Richie nude and erect. And had seen Carole deep kissing her son enough times that they now took it for granted. He was a sexy hunk and she was one lively broad.

Twice after she ended the kiss, she’d taken him in her mouth. Just for a couple of seconds, but the image was seared into their brains.

Carole figured that she had both girls at approximately the same point in the long journey. Not yet to the stage where she had Sara — she had been easier than anticipated.

But Kim and Rhonda were now regulars at the Landry home. And, Carole had them discussing their own sons in a frank and open manner. Both boys were 14, both knew and admired Richie.

Danny Mouton was quieter than Sean O’Malley, but Carole thought she detected a slyness in the boy — a devilish twinkle in his dark eyes. Sean was more outgoing — always ready with a wisecrack or a dirty joke. Both boys had been part of Richie’s circlejerk group even before Carole targeted their mothers. So she was ahead of the game from the start.

She and Richie discussed their strategy. He had nudes of both boys — by themselves and stroking Richie. So far she hadn’t shared anything with their moms.

She and Richie were scrolling through his photo album. She said, “They’re both nice looking. Sean’s is a little longer. But Danny is a lot thicker.”

Richie nodded, “I got ‘em both talking about how hot our moms are.”

Carole smiled, “Have you shown me to them yet?”

“Acourse.”

She didn’t bother to ask about their reactions — they were 14-year-old walking hormones. She said, “I’m going to focus on Kim first. Kim and Danny.”

“Okay. Why?”

“We already gave Naomi to Kate. And Rhonda is another Yankee — probably even more so, being from Boston.”

“Yeah, Sean’s accent is weirder even than Randy’s. But so what, she’s a Yankee?”

“Think about it, Dumbo. If the first two son-fuckers are Yankees, then people around here might think it’s just a Northern thing.”

“Oh sure, I get it. Mrs. O’Malley is respectable — and that’s what Kate wants. But Mrs. Mouton is more ... um, regular. Like about everyone else down here.”

“It takes you a while, but you eventually stumble across it. Now where are we with Danny and sucking cock?”

“I have Randy do him all the time. Danny kisses mine a little, but I haven’t pushed him yet.”

“Push him.”

He gave her a mock salute.

“And have Randy film you guys — video and stills.”

“Your wish, my Princess, would be my command except you haven’t sucked me off since New Orleans.”

“Keep sassing me, an’ I’ll bite it off.”