Chapter 317: Christian Devereaux, 15, Speechless...

That same Friday — between Slim’s unexpected visit to Cherry’s and the mysterious call from Karisha — Jolene came by. Cherry winked at her, “I’ll go get him.”

In the kitchen, a slightly puzzled Christian Devereaux looked from his mother to Jolene. “What’s up?”

Cherry thought, “I know what’s going to be up — and it’s between his legs.”

Jolene winked at him, “I brought a little surprise for you.”

Chris brightened, “Oh?”

Jolene tapped her cell, “Check it out, hon.” The video clip of Jolene and Gigi.

Chris gasped out loud. Stared. Looked up at Jolene. Back to his cell. Up to his mother. Back.

He was red-faced and squirming. He crossed his legs, remembered, remarkably remembered, his manners, “Thank you, Jolene. So much.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie. An’ there’s more where that comes from, If your silly mama lets me.” She winked again, “A lot more.”

Cherry sighed.

He stared at Jolene, “Really?”

Jolene giggled, and made the universal cocksucking sign with her fist. “Soon as your mother gives the okay, your cock is in my mouth.”

Cherry cleared her throat, “Ground rules. Chrissy, are you listening?”

“Huh?”

“Ground rules.”

“Oh.”

She patted his cell, “You can watch this, but only once a week. And no jacking-off.”

For a moment he had thought she was serious. Then he held up his palm like taking an oath, “Oh sure, Mamacita — I won’t jack off an’ you won’t take Mr. M. W. to bed.”

Jolene laughed, “Good one, kid.”

Then Chris turned serious. His face was aflame, his mother was right there, but he still had to ask Jolene, “Did you mean it? Or were you just kidding?”

Jolene wanted to hear him say the words. In front of Cherry. “Mean what?”

He started to make a fist, to repeat the gesture, but suddenly realized it might make him look like he was sucking a cock. He blurted out, “Blowjob.”

The girls fought to keep a straight face.

Jolene said, “It’s up to Cherry.”

He stared at his mother. She decided to toy with him a little — a cat with an eager mouse. “Tell me, Romeo — do you and Tee-Willie and Bradley ever suck each other off?”

Redder than red. ‘No.”

“Jerk each other off?”

Looking down at the table, barely audible, “Yes.”

Chris understood on a maternal level that his honesty had bubbled to the surface only because of blowjob possibilities.

Enough. “Okay, Jolene, go for it. But come right back — I expect a full report.”

Jolene was startled at Cherry’s sudden permission. But she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. She took Chris’s hand — the boy was speechless — and led him away. “Where is your bedroom, hon? Do you have one? Or would you rather do it in the kitchen?”