Chapter 74: Ray-Ray Fontenot, 15, ammunition...

Ray-Ray brought both the photos and the blowjob video by on Tuesday morning. Carole was washing the breakfast dishes when she heard his Vespa pull up. She tightened the belt on her robe and checked for cleavage. Then she caught herself and giggled — Ray-Ray had not only seen her naked for a couple of hours, he had taped her snowballing her son’s cum.

Carole had decided to address one topic straight on. As she poured him a cup of chicory, she said, “Ray-Ray, word is you fucked the Dirty Dozen and the Calendar Girls and I don’t know who all else.”

He smiled easily, “A lot of the waitresses at Mary’s. And a lot of their mothers.”

“Well, that’s blunt.”

“But, much as I’d like to, you’re special property to Kate. Off-limits.”

“She told you not to fuck me?”

“She didn’t have to, Carole. You’re on special assignment — one that’s important to Eulalie.”

“Eulalie Guidry? She’s behind the Motherfucker Project?”

“Acourse. And Kate wants to keep her happy. No, make her even happier.”

“Oh, great — no pressure.”

He smiled kindly at her — such soulful brown eyes. “We all know it’s not gonna be easy. Kate told me it’s the strongest taboo of them all. Incest taboo, I mean.”

Carole started to tell him about Naomi and Randy Monroe, then decided to hold off. She reported to Kate, and wouldn’t have anything to say unless and until she’d made some real progress — she and Richie.

Ray-Ray had selected 12 photos in all. Four of Richie; four of Carole; four of them together. One black and white in each set — the other three were color.

They went through Richie first. Ray-Ray had captured that impish smile, that twinkle in his eye. Carole instantly flashed on showing them to Naomi — all four, there wasn’t a dog among them. And his cock — from all four angles — looked yummy.

She wasn’t surprised at how flattering the camera had been to her. She looked good anyway, and Ray-Ray was turning into a real pro. Even the most blatant one — she was holding on to the stripper pole with one hand up high, and her knee was resting just below that hand. But she didn’t look slutty. Sexy? Very. Cheap? Not at all.

The best were the couple’s shots. Ray-Ray had captured just the right look of admiration in Richie’s expression. And her gaze in his direction showed fondness, a touch of amusement, and a hint of naughtiness. Her expression said, “Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but here I am in all my glory.”

Her favorite was where Richie had his arm around her shoulders. Ray-Ray had moved his hand so it cupped one breast. Carole had a glorious smile and one finger was playfully touching the tip of his boner.

Because of her nudity and his erection, it was sexual. But even more, it was a portrait of two loving people. Carole tapped it and said, “This one.”

“Yep, that’s the best. Now here’s your video.”

They sat side-by-side on her sofa and gazed up at the flatscreen. “I edited it down to 47 seconds.”

“Show me.”

The establishing shot showed Richie lying on his back fully erect. Carole was just lowering herself onto his body, and was as graceful as a cat. A side camera lingered on their faces as they kissed.

Carole whispered, “Sweet.”

She watched herself licking her way south, then tonguing him as she took him into her mouth. A quick cut to her finger entering her pussy, then back to her face as she came and Richie exploded.

The part she had been worried about — snowballing his cum — turned out to be the most erotic scene of all. As a long stream of cum stretched from her tongue to his, it was sexy as hell. But the look in their eyes of mutual adoration stole the show.

She spoke in an awed whisper, “Ray-Ray, I love it.”

“You guys are perfect together — sexy and ... and, loving. It’s my all-time favorite video.”

“Honestly?”

“Don’t fish for compliments, Carole.”

“Ha! I forget how worldly you are with all your pussy.”

She playfully tapped his bulge with her index finger, “But I am flattered with this, honey. Truly.”

Carole was so pleased with the pictures and videos that she almost offered to blow the boy. But then she remembered — she was special to Kate.

It was as if Ray-Ray had read her mind, “Maybe someday.”

“Maybe.”