Chapter 148: Betty Aucoin, 38, Turkey Gumbo...

By the third time he fucked her, Betty knew pretty much what to expect. She was long past her initial nervousness. And was now used to Richie’s sheer skill, his talent. So she was able to open herself mentally and emotionally — to offer everything she had to her 15-year-old lover.

Later, in the shower, she simply said, “Thank you, Richie.”

Courtly as always, he said, “And thank you, Mrs. AuCoin.”

“I’m starving.”

“Me too. Let’s heat up the gumbo.”

Again, she wore one of his shirts — the tails hung down below her knees. His shoulders were so wide that she looked like a little girl playing dress-up the way the shirt hung on her. He stayed naked, which still seemed natural to Betty.

Looking at him as he stirred the gumbo wasn’t particularly sexually arousing — she had cum enough for now. But it was just such a pleasant sight. It felt right for her lover to be au naturale.

Then Carole breezed in. Betty — lost in a Richie reverie — had blanked out on her. She watched avidly as Carole took in the scene. Betty was seated with the essentials covered by his shirt. Richie, naked, was standing by the stove.

Carole smiled brightly at them, “Hey, Betty. Hi, sugar.”

Carole took the wooden spoon from him and swatted his butt. He left and came back wearing his usual white boxer/briefs. Carole didn’t mention his nudity, and didn’t seem to find it unusual.

Betty remembered that Tommy had commented on how close the two of them were.

Richie opened a bottle of red wine and poured three glasses. Carole ladled the gumbo into bowls that were half-filled with wild rice.

She patted Betty’s hand, “Richie was so excited this morning. Thank you for meeting him.”

Betty blushed — ‘meeting him’ meant ‘fucking him’. “Oh, it was wonderful — I mean I was glad to — um, thank you.”

They visited easily — sipping wine and taking second helpings. Richie said, “Mrs. AuCoin stopped by Wendy’s this morning.”

Betty blushed.

Carole smiled warmly, “Did you have her take a picture?”

Richie said, “Mama,” in his courtly, protective way.

Betty could feel her cheeks and ears burning, but she looked at Carole and said, “Yes.” She was telling herself that Richie’s mom had already seen the pictures from the interview. So why would the Wendy’s one be any different?

But her inner self wasn’t buying that argument. Betty knew that the first photos were rather tasty nudes. But her bald pussy — that was somehow different. A lot different in her mind.

However, Carole just nodded pleasantly and asked how Tommy was doing. Betty felt, oddly, that she’d committed a faux pas — a breach of etiquette. She said, ‘Would you like to see it? The picture?”