Chapter 211: Betty Aucoin, 38, “Oh, That’s Much Better!”...

In New Orleans — in the Royal Sonesta, in bed with her son, Richie, and Carole — Betty AuCoin felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. And, she could pinpoint the precise moment — when she told Tommy to lick her pussy.

She had been quite aware for some time that Richie wanted her to become sexually involved with her son. And, Tommy seemed like a ‘boy’ more than ever compared with Richie.

In the hotel, she realized what she had subconsciously been sensing that Carole, not Richie, was manipulating her. Rather than resent it, Betty felt somewhat flattered — the Carole Landry cared about her that much.

As Tommy licked her with more enthusiasm than skill, she looked from Richie to Carole. Richie smiled at her, “He’ll get better at it.”

Carole smiled at her, “He’ll get better at all of it.”

“Yes — he will, won’t he.”

There was no need to spell it out in specific words — the three of them understood that Betty was committing to fucking her son. Right there, in that bed, and into the future.

Betty placed her palms on Tommy’s cheeks and lifted his head, “Cum in my mouth, honey — that way you’ll last longer your first time.”

Neither Richie nor Carole felt smug — it had been a done deal for weeks. Only Betty and Tommy hadn’t known. Well, in retrospect, Betty would admit that, yeah, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist Richie, let alone Richie and Carole. And those beautiful people had given her so much pleasure.

Later, as Tommy entered her for the first time, Betty smiled gloriously up at Richie’s camera. He didn’t really need to film it — all those hidden cameras were capturing every angle. But he wanted to make sure Betty knew that her first time was memorialized.

Back in Sausalito, Richie didn’t bother checking with his mother. Carole had already moved on beyond Betty. So she was his to do with as he pleased.

What was Betty feeling? A mixture of emotions — relief that she’d finally done it. Pride, too. A fleeting hint of concern for Tommy — would this mess him up sometime in the future? Well, she didn’t think so — he adored her so much. But she’d keep an eye on him just in case.

For her public debut, Richie didn’t bother taking her down to the Bayou Bar — it simply wasn’t necessary.

“I’m so proud of you, Betty — so is Mama.”

“Thank you — that means a lot to me.”

“I’m going to start showing you off. So keep Tommy home from school in the morning. Be at the Cajun Arms at 9.”

“Oh. Um, what room?”

“It’s 212. I’ll be there too for you first time. But after that, I want you to remember to turn on the cameras first thing.”

Betty nodded and mouthed, “First thing.”

Richie invited five Sausalito mothers to watch. They weren’t among the 200 or so who were regulars at the Bayou Bar. No, they were just giggly, curious girls excited to watch something so naughty.

After two more sessions in the motel — and Betty did remember the cameras — Richie told Kate, “She’s ready.”

Later, in Betty’s kitchen, he smiled at her, “Good news, Mrs. AuCoin — Kate is going to feature you up on her stage.”

Everyone in town knew about the late shows on Friday and Saturday nights.

Betty frowned, “I better have him try to take a nap first.”

Richie winked, “Nope — Kate’s putting you on at 10 in the morning.”

“Oh, that’s much better!”

Betty AuCoin was the first daytime Son-Fucker to perform at Miss Kitty’s. Because the town had already absorbed the concept through the late-night shows, it didn’t cause much of a stir.

“Late show, matinee — so what?”

Sausalito had accepted the unacceptable and moved on.