Chapter 342: Slim Hebert, 36, Bonus...

What had been a goodnight ritual — a kiss — was now a blowjob. Chris didn’t ask for it — he knew better. Cherry didn’t resent it — it didn’t thrill her like being with Slim did. But she could usually get herself off.

Darlene was effusive in her praise. “Okay, now tomorrow morning, keep him home from school and take him to Karisha’s studio at 9. She and Ray-Ray will shoot you — and this is for the movie.”

“Yes ma’am.”

As a surprise bonus, Slim was there too. She smiled at Chris as he and his mom undressed. Then she addressed the star, “Cherry, I’m gonna get you so hot.”

Cherry looked at Darlene, and mouthed, “Thank you.” Cherry didn’t have any compunction about sucking her son off in front of an audience, in front of the cameras. She was just grateful for Darlene’s thoughtfulness. The more Cherry was aroused, the hotter the scene would be.

Darlene had also brought little Chloé Bardot and her mother, Bernadette along, ‘In case I need fluffers.”

Karisha positioned Cherry and Chris so they were standing side-by-side. “Hello, I’m Charity Anne Devereaux, and this handsome lad is my son, Christian Andrew Devereaux.”

She gave their ages, their address, and a few personal tidbits. Then she lay back on the bed.

As Slim was licking her pussy, Cherry felt exalted — proud that Slim Hebert was making love to her. Proud that everyone was watching, Proud that the cameras were running.

When Slim had her on the edge, she practically lunged at Chris’s cock. She was sexually aroused, but more than that, she was fully aware of the audience, of the cameras, of the prominent role she would play in the movie.

As she sucked, she gave herself a small, but obvious orgasm. She vaguely heard Darlene say, “Good girl.”

Cherry was determined to make her on-screen cocksucking debut the very best she could do. When the time came, Chris pulled back a little and splattered her face with cum. The proverbial money shot.

As she scooped his cum into her mouth, she went, “Hmm.” Then she snowballed.

Everyone applauded — and meant it. It was a memorable performance.

In the shower, she and Chris grinned at each other. He knew he’d done well. And Cherry knew that Darlene was delighted with her.

To her surprise, Slim took her back to bed. Karisha and Ray-Ray were still filming. Little Chloé started sucking a grinning Christian Devereaux back to life.

Slim had Cherry in an almost-instant state of arousal. She was still heated up from her performance, still excited with an audience, still thrilled to be with the woman she so adored.

Slim gave her a small climax, then a second. Cherry was building toward a third orgasm, when Slim smoothly began rubbing the head of Chris’s cock up and down Cherry’s pussy. Slim continued caressing her clit as she eased the head in. Just the head.

Cherry and Slim stared into each other’s eyes. Slim continued stroking. Chris stood motionless, his heart hammering.

Cherry blinked, then closed her eyes. Slim continued her magic finger-work.

Cherry wasn’t lost in a daze. She was absolutely, fully, aware of everything and everybody. With her eyes squeezed shut, she tried to concentrate on her pussy, on her clit, on Slim. She was getting a little closer, a little closer.

Cherry felt it and gave a tiny shudder as she climaxed. Slim kept caressing, Chris didn’t move a muscle.

As she felt another one building, Cherry opened her eyes. Slim didn’t say a word, didn’t smile, didn’t send any signals. Still gazing deeply into Cherry’s eyes, Slim put her other hand on Chris’s butt and nudged him forward. Another inch.

It was dead silent — like the room was holding its breath.

Cherry could feel herself getting closer and closer. It would be a stronger orgasm — the most intense since Slim had put Chris inside her.

But Cherry was experiencing a parallel emotion at the same time. She didn’t want to be in the throes of climaxing. Didn’t want to be out of control.

She sighed, nodded slightly to Slim, “Okay.”

Slim bent down, pecked her on the lips, “Good girl.”

Slim stepped back, out of the picture. Just Charity and Christian.

He looked down at her — his face a mixture of questioning, awe, desire, uncertainty. Cherry Anne Devereaux smiled up at him. A genuine smile, one full of understanding and love.

“Fuck me, honey.”

Done and Done.