Chapter 297: Linda Whitestone, 31, breastfeeding...

Sara Dumas found herself drawn into Darlene Pellerin’s web. And enjoying it. Sara reported to Darlene every Monday — letting her know how many times Charlie put that Do Not Disturb sign up on his door.

One time, Darlene said, “Send him your masturbation video. Let’s see if he sets an all-time record.”

Sara giggled. She and Charlie were closer than ever these days. Once she had told his sisters to respect his private time — well, in essence she was telling the boy to jack-off as much as he wanted — that had been a mother-son bonding moment.

Then Darlene winked, and handed her another doorknob-sign, “For your door.”

Sara laughed out loud. She had admitted to Darlene that she had the one-minute video of Richie doing her on a continuous loop.

And Sara’s strongest connection to Darlene was through Richie. Two, sometimes three afternoons a week, he had her waiting at Sausalito High to pick him up.

Sara no longer had the slightest sense of embarrassment when Carole was home. Carole had told her how much she enjoyed the video. And how pleased she was that Richie had a sexy little girlfriend.

The last two times Richie had taken Sara home, he brought her into the kitchen after they had made love and showered. Brought her in nude.

Sara had blushed the first time — not in embarrassment to be seen by Carole. Who after all had watched her getting fucked on that steamy video. No, Sara couldn’t quite pinpoint her emotions.

She was now more confident in her appearance. She had lost four pounds — still a ways to go. But she was now more aware than ever of her allure, her fuck-me vibe.

So, when Richie led her into the kitchen that first time, Sara felt a little jolt of pride. Partly her new confidence, partly her new look, but mostly she was proud to be Richie Landry’s girlfriend.

That first time, Carole hadn’t made a big deal out of it. She just motioned for Sara to pirouette, and spoke softly, “Amazing.”

It wasn’t until she was back home that Sara realized that Richie had also been naked. And that didn’t surprise her, not at all.

Carole had patted her on the butt and teased Richie, “Are you going to keep this one?”

He just shrugged, “Maybe.”

Sara giggled.

Rosie had taken a picture of Linda breastfeeding Barry. But Linda hadn’t had a clue about what Rosie’s real plan with it was.

The next morning she approached Ray-Ray at Mary’s. Smiling, “Wanna see some more Church-pussy?”

“Acourse.”

Rosie showed him, “My friend’s name is Linda Whitestone, and she loves sex. I think maybe you could do her.”