Chapter 293: Denise Aubert, 35, stern...

Sara Dumas, Charlie’s mother, watched the video of herself that Ray-Ray had edited down to under a minute. She still liked how good she looked. Liked the expression on her face as she climaxed. She even liked the fact that Ray-Ray had had her masturbate in Charlie’s bed.

Then she waited a week to hear from him. Then another week. Finally, chastising herself, she went to Contrary Mary’s to meet with Darlene.

“Um, did you see that video that Ray-Ray shot? Of me?”

“No, hon. We’ve both been pretty busy.”

“Oh.”

Darlene smiled pleasantly at her. Finally Sara just came out with it, “Do you think he’s going to ... you know, visit me again?”

“Do you want that?”

Blushing, “Yes. Yes ma’am.”

Darlene didn’t tease her. Felt sympathetic, “Been a while?”

“Yes ma’am. Since Richard left me.”

“Tell you what, hon. I have Ray-Ray booked today. But you go on home and I’ll send you someone you’ll enjoy. Let me see... 10 o’clock this morning.”

“Uh, who?”

“Does it really matter?”

Now, Sara was really embarrassed. She had let her need, her horniness, work against her usually-conservative nature. Conservative in all things overtly sexual. She had basically told Darlene that she wanted Ray-Ray to fuck her. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, “I never did it with, you know, someone I never met.”

“Good.” Darlene was enjoying this. “Take this tripod and set it up in your bedroom.”

“Oh.” Was that it? Just like that? Was she really going to let a stranger fuck her? And film it?

Sara went home, a little embarrassed, a little curious, a little excited. Darlene made a call.

Back home, Sara was suddenly in a rush. She put clean sheets on her bed, then hopped into the bath to shave her legs. Charlie and her girls were at school — no interruptions from them. What else. Oh, the tripod!

Then, what to wear? She mentally tried on three different outfits, then decided she was being silly. Whoever Darlene was sending over — well, he wouldn’t be interested in what color skirt she was wearing.

As the hour approached, she was teetering between nervousness and excitement. This was the wildest thing she’d ever done. Even crazier than masturbating for Ray-Ray.

She decided on just a light, thigh-length robe. It covered everything. And, as the naughty angel on her shoulder whispered, it comes right off.

She checked herself in the mirror for the 87th time. Loosened the belt, tightened it, told herself to stop fiddling. When she heard the doorbell, she started even though it was 10.

She took a breath and opened the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Dumas, I’m Richie Landry and this is Randy, Randy Monroe.”

“Oh. Did Darlene ... I mean two ... well. My. Oh, come in, come in.”

In her mind, Sara had been picturing a grown man. Maybe a regular at Contrary Mary’s. Or Miss Kitty’s. But these boys, these two boys weren’t much older than Charlie. Of course, Ray-Ray was also young, but he was so experienced.

All of that and more was whirling around in her brain. Part of which was telling her to call the whole thing off. To send these boys on their way. But ... she had answered the door in her robe, obviously naked underneath. And, Darlene herself had sent them.

They were both nice-looking, but that Richie was so striking. And confident. Standing there in her living room, he seemed so relaxed. And he was obviously the alpha. That boy named Randy looked to him for guidance.

Richie was taller than she was. He smiled kindly, cupped her chin, and said, “Darlene showed me your video, but you’re far sexier in person.”

She could feel her flaming cheeks, “Uh, thank you.”

“Did you set up the tripod?”

Sara could only nod.

Richie glanced at Randy, and the boy pulled out his cell and immediately left to set things up.

Riche held the belt of her robe, “May I?”

Again, Sara nodded.

He untied it, and tossed her robe on a chair. Sara’s heart was racing. He made a circle gesture, and she found herself slowly twirling around. Not even a minute had passed — she was naked and he was obviously, and comfortably, in charge.

“You are magnificent.”

Barely a whisper, “Thank you.”

He regarded her fondly, “Would you be more comfortable with just the two of us — you and me?”

Sara felt so grateful that she teared up, “Oh, God, yes! Please!”

Riche smiled again, and bent down to kiss her softly. She found her arms automatically going around him. And it was her tongue that probed, that sought his out

The kiss both relaxed her and turned her on. It was familiar territory, a safe neighborhood. Everything slowed down, allowing her to begin recovering her equilibrium.

Richie stepped back, his hands on her shoulders, “I love looking at you.”

“I ... um, thank you.”

He led her back to her bedroom, just as if he’d been in her home several times. Randy was adjusting his cell on the tripod, but he was naked! And. throbbingly erect.

Sara registered his image — his entire image — instantly. But it was overload. Two boys — boys — Richie, so handsome, so understanding. That kiss.

Richie smiled easily, “Change of plans, Randy — you’re on camera duty this morning.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Sara exhaled.