Chapter 324: Charity Devereaux, 36, <em>“Liar!”</em>...

Chris was gobsmacked at the Jolene-news — she was going to spend all night with him! So astonished that when Cherry told him — “I’ll see you tomorrow so you guys can have your privacy” — that he didn’t even ask where she was going.

Pussy on his mind.

But Cherry knew she’d have to have a talk with him sometime. A Slim-Talk. Probably fairly soon.

At Slim’s house, she was struck by how young Sabine Babineaux was. And to have been given all that responsibility by Eulalie. And, she was also impressed by the hospitality of the house. She was there to have sex — duh — but they spent a couple of hours just socializing, getting to know each other.

Cherry noticed that there were only two bedrooms. And surmised that CC slept with his mother. Was she fucking him? Cherry found that she didn’t care all that much. Whatever was going on between Slim and Cherry probably wouldn’t be affected much one way or the other.

When Slim smiled at CC and said, “She’s yours,” Cherry was briefly disappointed that she didn’t join them. Then she scoffed at herself — before she had met Slim, CC had given her the best sex of her life.

Slim did come into the picture when CC was about finished. As at the Bayou Bar, he pulled out and came in Slim’s mouth. This time, Slim lay down on her back, gazing placidly up at Cherry. Who understood exactly what Slim expected.

Cherry lay dow on top of the woman, and licked and sucked, trying to get every drop of CC’s cum. On one level, Cherry knew her assessment of that intimate moment was illogical. But she still felt grateful to Slim for sharing her son’s cum. It somehow seemed more personal — made Cherry feel closer to Slim. In Cherry’s mind, Slim was gifting her with something precious.

She whispered, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, you’re welcome.”

CC had left by then — Slim and Cherry were alone with each other for the rest of the night.

In the morning, at breakfast, Cherry idly wondered how it had gone between Christian and Jolene. But mainly she was revisiting the treasure trove of Slim-memories that she was building up.

Slim smiled at her, “Check your phone.”

Cherry scrolled to a new video clip — professionally edited — that showed Slim giving Cherry one orgasm after another.

“I love it! Thank you so much!”

“Send it to Chris.”

Cherry blinked rapidly, “Uh, I haven’t told him about us yet. I was getting ready to. Could I ... would it be alright if I talked with him first? Then gave him the video?”

“Of course, dear. And when you’re having that little talk, tell him that Darlene is going to have the two of you pose together. Probably in Karisha’s studio. Or maybe at home, maybe at Miss Kitty’s — Darlene hasn’t decided yet.”

“Um, pose?”

“Just a portrait shot. Or series.”

On the drive back home, Cherry knew that ‘portrait’ meant nude. No doubt whatsoever. She began the rationalization process. She had already seen Chris naked at Miss Kitty’s. And she was going on stage one of these Saturday mornings.

Plus, she was going to share that Slim-video with him — which was even more explicit. So what’s the big deal?

She knew exactly what the big deal was. The two of them —- mother and son — would be live, in-person, naked in front of each other.

Further rationalization: Posing would be mild compared with the “Son-Fucker” sex scenes. Plus, she was looking hotter than she ever had. Cherry nodded to herself briskly — yep, nothing to it but to do it.

Liar!