Chapter 340: Chris Devereaux, Practice Makes Perfect...

Over time it became easier for Chris to talk about intimate, sexy, things with his mother. She no longer had to have him lie on the sofa with his head in her lap. He could now look her in the eye as they discussed the most personal topics.

And, since those conversations were captured on the hidden cameras, Karisha was steadily amassing some of the dialogue she wanted for the film. For chronicling Cherry’s journey.

Cherry, “Where do you stand with CC, honey?”

“He hasn’t cum in my mouth yet.”

“But you are sucking his cock?”

“Yeah, he said he’s getting me used to it. You really are gonna snowball with me, right?”

“I promised — and my word is good.” She giggled, “So’s my tongue.”

“Can we practice? One more time?”

“Sure, baby.”

Cherry lay down on top of him and went to work. She felt his instant bulge against her, and ground into it. But stopped just before she made him cum.

That snowball-practice — deep-kissing — became a goodnight ritual, one Chris cherished. Cherry usually opened her robe, so it was bare flesh against his underwear-bulge.

While it enflamed her son, it often turned Cherry on too. Kissing usually did. It was nothing like with Slim, but she often went to bed with her Magic Wand.

And Darlene had been right — Cherry rarely even thought about the cameras any more. She was in her bed; Chris in his. Both masturbating. Chris, to his mother. Cherry, usually to Slim. But with an echo-memory of her son. His adoring gaze, his eager kiss, his straining bulge.