Chapter 333: Charity Devereaux, 36, Aglow...

It was during CC’s third consecutive visit to Cherry’s that he came out of the bedroom in the nude. Chris followed him into the kitchen, wearing underpants, red in the face, intensely curious as to what his mother’s reaction would be.

Cherry channeled her inner Darlene, “Whoa! I gotta get a picture of this.”

She posed them — CC with his arm around Chris’s shoulders — and took pictures from several different angles. Later — and she was pretty sure it would please Darlene — she forwarded them to Chris.

That next Friday, CC slept over. On Saturday morning — Cherry was wearing a lime-green robe — he led a naked, and furiously-blushing Chris into the kitchen.

Cherry grinned, “Oh, much better! Two nudie boys. Let me grab my cell.”

Both of her boys were soft — and that’s how she was beginning to think of them — as her boys.

After a couple of shots, CC stood behind Chris. Just as he’d done that first time with Cherry — up in Karisha’s studio. CC was a few inches taller than Chris and hugged him from behind, drawing him into his body.

As Cherry was filming, CC nuzzled Chris’s neck and began whispering to him. Chris closed his eyes, just as Cherry had done. CC slid his hands down Chris’s chest, his tummy. Chris sucked in his breath;

CC casually stroked the boy’s penis. Chris caught his breath, “Oh.”

As Chris stirred to life, CC whispered, “That’s better, that’s better.”

Cherry said, “Smile for the camera, honey, you’re too tense.”

Chris snapped his eyes open and stared at Cherry. Then CC whispered something else, and Chris giggled, sounding surprisingly like his mother.

That broke the ice. That was a turning point. Boy-erections were now street-legal in Cherry’s house. CC would soon turn his attention to their host. And Cherry knew it.

But before CC did anything directly with Cherry, Darlene brought her out onto the stage for the Saturday Morning Boys. In the dressing room, Wendy spent a lot of time making Cherry up. Cherry figured it was mostly psychological — the audience wouldn’t even notice. Plus, Darlene probably figured that if Cherry felt better about herself, it might get her jazzed up about her first public appearance. Well, not counting that time with Slim and CC down at the Bayou Bar.

Then Cherry remembered Ray-Ray and the cameras. So the makeup would enhance the video.

Right before she went on, Darlene nodded to one of the dancers who would be doing the regular 10 AM show following Cherry. “Maxine, get her worked up.”

“Acourse.”

The 42-year-old mother of six, sat on the leather makeup bench and lifted Cherry’s foot up on it. As Maxine fingered her, Cherry looked at Darlene, “Thank you.”

Darlene was not only thoughtful, but savvy. Cherry’s arousal would show up on her face and nipples, but also be reflected in her attitude. And the cameras would capture her heightened state as well.

Out on the stage, Darlene picked up a mic, “Okay kids — a special treat before the show starts. We have a very special guest — the star of the upcoming “Son-Fuckers” film — Mrs. Charity Anne Devereaux. Christian’s mama and one sexy piece of ass.”

As she climbed up on the stage, the roar of approval was instantaneous and genuine. Darlene hadn’t let her wear even a pair of heel, “I want you stark fucking naked.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Hands to your sides. Walk around all four sides. Slowly.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Cherry felt flushed with pleasure. She was adored. Lusted after. Masturbated to. She felt like she glowed.

Afterwards, she followed instructions and mingled and flirted as she slowly made her way to the autograph table. Impulsively — thinking Darlene! — she flung her arms around an astonished Christian. She deep-kissed him, hugging him tightly, feeling his pulsating boner against her tummy.