Chapter 169: Betty Aucoin, 38, a Pillow...

Betty AuCoin had been to New Orleans twice on day trips with her girlfriends. Had even gone into a couple of strip joints, but the girls agreed they were pretty lame compared with Miss Kitty’s.

She had never stayed in a hotel. When she was younger, the Ferguson brothers took her to a motel in Gulfport a few times, but that was about it. Nothing had prepared her for the opulence of the Royal Sonesta. She and Tommy were wowed from the lobby on.

Carole led them into the master bedroom and pointed to the bathroom, “Okay, you two — shower.”

Betty and Tommy had seen each other naked at the Bayou Bar. And with his little jack-off buddies. But this felt different. It was different. She looked at Richie — he just winked at her. She thought: Well, that’s what he wants. Okay.

Tommy was already undressing.

In the shower, she whispered, “Are you okay?”

He grinned and swiveled his hips — sending his erection swaying back and forth. Well, that answers that.

They came out of the shower just as Carole and Richie were entering the bedroom. It was the first time Betty had seen Carole naked. “Oh.” The woman was stunning. Incredibly sexy.

Carole let the silence build. Ray-Ray had activated the hidden cameras.

The two boys were smiling, erect, and comfortable. At least Tommy seemed to be. Richie always was.

Finally Betty spoke in a quiet voice, her heart pounding, “Um, what am I supposed to do?”

Richie spoke in a calm, soothing manner, “Lie down and try to relax.”

She lay on her back, a pillow under her head. Tommy was staring. Richie moved the boy’s hand off his cock, “Don’t get too excited.”

“Sorry, Richie.”

Betty looked them over — it was like a man standing beside a boy.

Carole moved Betty’s knees further apart, “Don’t hide that sweet pussy, dear.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Richie sat Tommy cross-legged on the bed, directly in front of his mother. Carole and Richie sat down on either side of him. Betty looked from one to the other to the other. She had never felt so exposed in her life. But a part of her loved being the center of their attention. Her heart skipped a beat at the idea.

And, she felt so appreciated. There was raw hunger in Tommy gaze. Richie’s look was one of such fondness — he really did care for her. Carole looked friendly, but knowing.

Betty felt the room dynamics shift. Richie might be telling her what he wanted, but she now realized that Carole was running the show. That sudden understanding gave Betty a little shiver — she could never stand up to the strong-willed woman.

Richie said, “Is she moist, Tommy?”

He gave a small gasp and looked at his mother. Betty hesitated, then inched her thighs a little further apart in a silent invitation to her son. Carole smiled to herself.

Tommy, his eyes round, tentatively touched her pussy. Nobody told him to stop. Holding his breath, he slowly slid his middle finger in. Nobody said a word.

His first ever pussy. He was all the way in. His heart was racing. Betty was staring at Richie. He mouthed, “Flex.”

Betty whispered, “Okay, Mr. Landry,” in a whatever-you-want tone.

Tommy said, “Oh!”

Carole smiled to herself.

Richie held two fingers up in front of Tommy. Once again he looked to his mother in question.

In response, Betty brought her heels up to her butt, and spread her thighs as far apart as she could. Her pose and her demeanor said, “Here it is — have at me.”

Carole said, “Good girl.”

Betty’s answer was a whisper, “Thank you.”

Still wide-eyed, Tommy inserted his index finger too.

Richie reminded her, “Flex.”

“Oh, sorry. Sure.”

Carole nudged a pillow against her butt and Betty lifted herself up to accommodate it. Betty thought: This is even more obscene. The thought did not dismay her.

Carole smiled at Tommy, “Do you know where her clit is, honey?”

“Um, not exactly.”

“Would you like me to show you?’’

“Yes ma’am.”

Betty whispered, “Oh.”