Chapter 71: Richie Landry, 14, the plot thickens...

As they were leaving, they looked up at the stage. Roxanne had pulled her thong aside and was stroking herself for a very appreciative luncheon audience. She spotted Richie and made a ‘call-me’ gesture.

Carole looked at the young girl and thought that Kate was right — that was the future. But Kate envisioned more than one future, and Carole was on the front lines in another one.

On the drive home, Richie asked only one question, “Are you okay, Mama?”

“I think so, yeah. You?”

He laughed, “Me? God, Mama, God.”

By the time they got close to her house, Carole changed her mind and headed for Contrary Mary’s. “We deserve a treat.”

Richie nodded solemnly, but was in danger of having a permanent grin.

Yet another little girl greeted them, “Hi Richie, hey there, Mrs. Landry.”

Richie, “Hi, Bonnie — what’s on the menu today?” It never changed.

She giggled and flipped up her skirt to flash her bald slit, “Pussy — comes with fries and a drink.”

Carole laughed, “Two please — with Dixies.”

Bonnie led them to a booth and Carole slid in beside her son. They took a sip of beer, and Carole said, “I’m going to lay out some house rules.”

“Okay.”

“But we have to stay flexible. Our lives are changing — and I hope it’s for the better.”

“It will be. It already is.”

“Okay, I blew you. And, I might again. But don’t expect it, don’t count on it. If I do, I’ll have to be in a certain mood. And even then, it won’t be a regular thing.”

“Mama.”

“Richie.”

“I’m not dumb. Today was the luckiest day of my whole life. I love you and you’re the most beautiful girl in town. But also the nicest person I know.”

“That’s sweet, baby boy, but why are you staring at my lips?”

They both burst out laughing. He looked pointedly down at her boobs, and they laughed again. Carole thought, Maybe this will work out after all.

“Another rule.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She lowered her voice, “As much as I admire your giant, porn-star cock, I don’t want to see it around the house. In other words, we will respect each other’s privacy.”

“Fair enough.”

“And that’s about all the rules I can think of.”

“Good.”

“When we get home, you make a list of boys. I’ll make my own list of mothers. Then we’ll compare notes, talk it over, and decide who’s our number one target.”

“I already know mine.”

“I’ll bite.”

“Randy Monroe.”

“Huh. Now that’s interesting because I was thinking of his mother —Naomi. Okay, tell me about Randy.”

“He’s the horniest of all of us. Like me, I’ll usually cum twice. Once in a while three times.”

Carole grabbed his wrist and ran her fingers over his palm, “Huh, I don’t feel any hair.”

“I didn’t feel any hair on your tongue.”

She had to laugh, “Okay, okay, wiseass. Randy.”

“Mama, he’ll come four, maybe five times.”

Bonnie slid two baskets of burgers and fires in front of them, “Another beer?”

“One — we’ll split it.”

As they dug in, Carole said, “Okay, I got it. He’s a horny little bastard. Does he talk about his mom?”

Richie bobbed his head up and down, “Alla time. He goes on and on about her tits. An’ he’s got like a hundred pictures of her.”

“Nude?”

“No, but all kinds of swimsuits — a black — what-ya-call-it — one piece. And like three or four bikinis.”

“Sexy?”

“Real. You can see her nipples real clear — I mean, not bare, but, you know.”

“They’re outlined.”

“Yeah, but he has five of her in a thong — I mean it barely covers it up.”

“Richie, I know you hardly glanced at the pictures, but try to remember — did she know she was being photographed or did he just sneak around?”

“Oh no, she was smiling at the camera and everything. You know, like posing?”

Carole took a sip of beer and passed him the can, “That’s promising, very promising. And, it fits in with what I was thinking about Naomi.”

“What’s that?”

“A couple of times she’s bitched to me about her love life. Or lack of. Apparently Harold isn’t much in the sack.”

“Randy likes him.”

She looked at her son sharply, “Aw hon, your cunt of a dad is fucking a girl younger than you.”

Richie patted her knee, and imitated Sony Bono, “I got you, babe.”

Carole laughed, “Well, you did have me up there on that stage. Babe.”

Richie blushed deeply and grinned down at his food.

“Anyway, Naomi calls him needle-dick.”

“Oh, man, that’s cold.”

“Yeah it is, but it could work to our advantage. Say, you don’t have any candids of Randy do you?”

“Nudes?”

“Nudes.”

“No, sorry.”

“That’s okay. But from now on, start taking pictures — not just Randy, but everyone at your little circle jerks.”

Richie batted his eyes, “But Mama dearest, you said you’d rip my balls off if I started sexting.”

She gave him a shoulder nudge, “I have other plans for your balls, Studly.”

He shook his head sadly, “Whoring out your own flesh and blood.”

Carole lowered her voice, “Okay, back to Plan Motherfucker — invite Randy for a sleepover.”

“Cool! And then what?”

“We’ll play it by ear. Let’s see. Okay — after I feed you losers, I’ll go over to Kitty’s for a drink.”