Chapter 45: Ray-Ray Fontenot, 15, Director...

The sex tape with Jared wasn’t anticlimactic for Kitty, not at all. It was breathtakingly exciting. But in a way she couldn’t quite figure out at first, it was ... not exactly a letdown, but just not quite what she’d expected.

Later, when she was home, drifting off to sleep, it finally registered. All those weeks of fretting about fucking her son had been for naught. When he finally entered her, there wasn’t a shred of doubt, no guilt whatsoever.

And that was what had been missing. All that time she had been worrying about being ashamed at that initial moment. Instead, she felt a sudden, back-of-mind, surge of pride. She — she, Kitty Arceneaux — had done it! Had saved her son; had willing — eagerly — committed the most forbidden act of all.

She felt an immense relief that she had finally completed her mission. And, there was a sexual intensity that thrilled her. The act itself was so wrong, so forbidden, and here she was — Mrs. Kitty Arceneaux — defying the entire town. In fact, defying all of our civilized society.

And being cheered on by Kate, by Rémy, by the mayor, by Ray-Ray. As Jared’s cock plunged all the way in that first time, Kitty felt pride, immense pride. She was on stage, she was the center of attention.

Yes, the fuck-film with Rémy and June had been exciting, but this, this was big time. The major leagues.

Kitty had climaxed with that first thrust — and would experience a series of rippling climaxes that would surely delight Ray-Ray.

At the start of the session, Ray-Ray had her lick Mimi — a dream come true in itself. And June was sucking Jared for the first time. Even Mimi had to remind her, “Don’t make him cum, Mama.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.”

But those were just the preliminaries. She — Kitty Arceneaux — was the star of the show. Ray-Ray had her lie on her back, and move her knees back by her shoulders. Then he held her ankles and moved her legs straight up and as far apart as they would go.

She held the backs of her thighs with both hands and whimpered with need as June rubbed the tip of Jared’s cock up and down her pussy.

She didn’t realize that Ray-Ray was holding the boy back, building anticipation, watching Kitty closely, willing her to start begging for it.

“Please.” There was a catch in her whispery voice. “Please Jared, I need it! Please, God, fuck me.”

Ray-Ray knew the drill, knew that her mental craving was feeding on itself, growing in intensity the longer he made her wait.

This wasn’t acting; this was real passion, real need, real desperation. He kept one camera trained on her face as emotions rippled across it.

Interest. Anticipation. A stirring of anxiety. Then the dam burst — Kitty lost it. Begging and humping her hips, pleading and crying — it was everything Ray-Ray had hoped for.

When he sensed the moment, he nodded at Jared. Kitty exploded in orgasm as the boy slammed it in.

Ray-Ray called two rest breaks after Jared climaxed. For the third session, he told the boy, “Cum in your mother’s mouth.”

“Yes sir.”

“Kitty, kiss a little cum into Mimi’s mouth.”

“Yes sir!”

“But tongue most of it onto her pussy so June can lick it up.”

June and Mimi grinned with delight. The little girl was excited to be in the sex tape. Her mother was honored to be part of such a momentous event. And to be performing in front of the town’s elite!