Chapter 294: Darlene Pellerin, 15, “Don’t tempt me.”...

Sara Dumas woke up, momentarily disoriented. She started to sit up and overall muscle-soreness reminded her. Richie Landry. The best fuck, the most climaxes, the most intense...

She smiled, remembering. Then smiled more broadly as he strolled into the room.

“Um, Richie?”

“Mrs. Dumas.”

“Uh, thank you. It was the ... well, thank you.” She blushed, but couldn’t stop looking at the beautiful naked teenager who had given the best loving of her life.

“You’re welcome. Shower time, then I made us sandwiches.”

“Oh. Uh, what about...?”

“I sent Randy to Ray-Ray’s.”

“Oh.” The film. The sex-tape. The fuck-tape. “Oh.”

Later, she gave him a ride home.

“Come in for a minute. I want my mom to meet you.”

Sara blushed. The last thing she wanted. Not that she regretted the morning, not at all. She would treasure the memory forever. But he was so young. And she was old enough to be his mother.

Yet, when he smiled at her — so warm, so inviting...

Inside, “Oh, you’re Carole Landry.”

Richie had introduced himself as Richie Landry, but Sara hadn’t made the connection to Carole. They’d never been introduced, but Sara had seen her around. One of the most strikingly beautiful woman in town.

Carole was as friendly and welcoming as her son. “I’m so pleased to meet you.”

Richie excused himself, “I’m going to Ray-Ray’s.”

Carole teased him, “Did you boys have fun?”

Sara blushed.

“I decided to have Randy be our cameraman. And now I’m goin to see how the editing is going.”

Sara blushed deeper.

Carole winked at her son, “Kept this one for yourself, eh? I don’t blame you, not at all.”

In the kitchen, the two women sipped coffee. Sara was still uncomfortable. Being with the mother of the boy who had just fucked her so ... gloriously.

“Sara, Darlene sent me that video of you. I must tell you that you are even more sensuous in person.” She patted Sara’s hand, “Honey, you send off the strongest fuck-me vibe of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Oh. Well. Um, thank you.” Carole’s tone had been respectful, sincere, warm. Genuine.

Sara soon got past the awkwardness she’d been feeling. Carole didn’t ask her a single question about the morning with Richie. But Sara had the sense that not only would Richie tell his mother about it, but that they would both watch the video.

As Sara was leaving, Carole smiled, “Did you give Richie your number?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t think to.”

“Give it to me. I just know he’s going to keep your around.”

Sara heard someone say, “God, I hope so.”

Every time Darlene sent Rosie out to work wearing only the Flap, her Miss-Kitty tips went through the roof. As an experiment — to test her customers as much as Rosie — Denise told her, “You’re working the Sunday morning shift at Contrary Mary’s.”

“Oh. Okay, sure. Thank you.”

The after-church crowd was the most kid-friendly time for Mary’s. It was a Sunday tradition in Sausalito — repent in church; kick off the rest of the week at Mary’s.

Darlene, “Wear the Flap.”

“Oh. Oh my.” Rosie got the giggles. Broad daylight, bright sunshine. Moms and dads in the Sunday best. But mostly she was thinking of all those kids — they’d be bug-eyed at the sight. Bare tits. Bare butt. That tiny tiny piece of pink cloth that would be waving in the breeze from those big fans.

It would be as in-your-face bold as Darlene had gotten in a family environment. For a moment, Rosie regretted that the very reverend Emanuel Luther Mosby had put Contrary Mary’s on the Forbidden List. Right up there with Miss Kitty’s.

The mood Rosie was in these days ... well, she wouldn’t mind flaunting it in front of those pious hypocrites who had dropped her the minute Dick left town.

She told Darlene, “I’ll work naked, if you want me to.”

“Don’t tempt me.”