Chapter 72: Richie Landry, 14, passing the baton...

Sunday morning was both fascinating and a little flat to Carole. In all of the Kate-excitement, she had almost forgotten that Kitty and Jared were coming by.

She was still fond of Kitty as a pal, but was getting bored with her obsequious personality. Over Bloody Marys, she startled Richie when she gestured to their guests and said to him, “They’re yours — have fun.”

Kitty giggled, then frowned and raised her hand, “Uh, sir, what about Mimi?”

Richie had caught up to her subservience by then, “When Mimi’s in your house, you do exactly as she tells you.”

“Acourse. Yes sir.”

Kitty raised her hand again, “You want we should undress?” Carole was really getting tired of her friend’s submissiveness.

“Yes, thank you.” Richie, polite as usual.

Over the course of an hour, Richie surprised his mother. He didn’t undress, didn’t have Jared suck him off, didn’t fuck Kitty.

Carole knew he wasn’t saving it for her — she’d made it clear at Mary’s that anything between the two of them would be infrequent and at her sole discretion.

Richie had Kitty suck Jared off, and didn’t bother taking out his camera. The same when he told the boy, “Get her off — don’t use your hands.”

Carole felt herself stifling a yawn as she watched Jared go down on his mother. It was interesting and, because of the incest, kind of hot, but after Carole’s stage debut the previous morning — well, it didn’t stir that much in her.

When Jared had regained his erection, Richie said, “Kitty, fuck him.”

Her face lit up, “Yes sir!”

This got Carole’s attention. She now realized that the two of them had been fucking for some time. That Kitty had hidden the fact from her in some clumsy attempt to corral Carole into a similar relationship with Richie.

Carole found herself heating up as she watched the action. Oddly, she stopped herself from reaching inside her panties because Richie was there. Well, she’d sort out her jumbled feelings later. But she did notice that while Richie was rubbing himself, he didn’t take it out either.

Later that evening he came into the kitchen in his usual white boxer/briefs. He gestured down his body, “This okay, Mama?”

She clutched her heart with both hands, “Oh! I can’t resist! Must have cock now!”

“Okay, okay.”

She gave his bulge a friendly pat, “You’re fine, Hunkola, just keep it covered up.”

And that became their easy routine — a lot of teasing back and forth, no overt nudity, no further mention of Kitty and Jared. Although Mimi did call Richie, “Are they mine again?”

“Yep.”

“I wish I could use a belt on her cunt.”

“Ask Ray-Ray.”