Chapter 79: Naomi Monroe, 30, Randy’s Mom...

As usual, Carole was impressed with Naomi’s house. It was two stories, and larger than most in town. It was in a section called The Hill because the dozen or so houses there were built on a slight rise. It was just a block from the downtown area.

The neighborhood wasn’t ostentatious — there were no McMansions in Sausalito, but only a few residents could afford the prestigious enclave. Carole knew one of Naomi’s neighbors — Shannon Trudeau, owner of the Chronicle and WZYD.

But what impressed Carole wasn’t The Hill, and it wasn’t the size of Naomi’s house. It was the way she had furnished and decorated it.

The mid-century furniture and postwar artwork whispered ‘good taste,’ not ‘I’m wealthy’.

And Naomi was down-to-earth, not the least bit snobbish. Carole had liked her from the first time they met. Naomi was quick-thinking and, in her Yankee way, fast-talking.

And, best of all, frank. Especially about sex. Carole’s vague plan for the morning was to take the conversation deeper than ever, to be more graphic. And, if it felt right, to share the sleepy-time photo of Randy. Maybe more.

But, she would play it by ear. Back off if Naomi became uncomfortable. Become even more daring if, as she hoped, Naomi enjoyed getting down and dirty.

Carole had worn just a thigh-length tee and panties. Naomi greeted her in skin-tight leggings that showed off her shapely legs and butt.

Sitting in the blinged-out kitchen — the room was filled with copper pots and stainless steel appliances, okay, a little showy — Naomi poured them espressos from some fancy machine.

Carole preferred chicory, but this was nice for a change.

Naomi had an odd expression on her face, a sort of secret smile. Carole instantly flashed on Richie’s look when he had come home after showing Randy her photo.

“Okay, what’s up, Naomi?”

Grinning, Naomi held out her cell. Carole read the text message aloud, “Mom — Mrs. Landry is going to dance at Miss Kitty’s!!!!!!!”

Carole laughed — fantastic. This would jumpstart the conversation she wanted to have anyway. She looked at the message time — it had to have been right after she kissed the boys goodnight and left them alone.

Naomi leaned back, smiling broadly at her friend, “You’re a gutsy, lady — now dish.”

First, Carole teased her, “Oh, I’ll dish all right. But first, how’s your love life these days?”

Naomi got a solemn look on her face, and held out her left hand as if placing it on a Bible in court. She raised her right hand and intoned, “Harold Monroe is a wonderful husband and father. I’m lucky to be married to him.”

“That bad, huh?”

Naomi leaned forward, always ready to discuss her sex life. “He makes good bank and treats us ... very well. I knew when I married him he had a small dick. But I was young and he was so hungry for me.”

She made a V with her fingers and wiggled her tongue in it. “He could almost always get me off, so I sort of blocked out the downside.”

“Poor you.” Carole was genuinely sympathetic.

Naomi shrugged, “Now he rarely bothers — just an occasional wham-bam.”

“I’m so sorry, hon.”

Naomi leaned forward and put her hand on Carole’s in an all-the-cards-on-the-table gesture. “Back in Cleveland, it was fine. I had three lovers. The best was a guy who lived in Chicago — I still got to see him every month or so when he was in town.”

“Good for you.”

“The second was a local attorney who had his own practice. So he could get away quite a bit.”

Naomi smiled wistfully, “But my favorite lived right next door.”

“Convenient.”

Naomi patted her hand, “Since you’re going to be baring it all on stage, you won’t be shocked — my next-door lover was my best friend’s son — he’s 15 now, and man, do I miss it.”

Carole thought: Bingo! She’s already sampled the young stuff — this is bonus info.

Carole giggled, “They’re so full of sap at that age.” She made a jacking-off motion, “Richie — morning, noon, and night.”

Naomi smiled, remembering, “Carl never got to be any good at it, but he was so hungry for pussy he made me laugh.”

“And the recovery time.”

“Oh yes! Some mornings he’d go around the block to where he caught the school bus, then sneak back to me. I’d run him to school an hour or so later, but he’d do me three or four times.”

“And now you’re in Sausalito, Mississippi.”

“Yeah, I actually kind of like it down here — except for the heat. But I’ve been in a rut ever since we moved. Carole, the highlight of my day is bringing out one of my toys.”

“Aw, babe, I’m so sorry.”

“It is what it is. Now tell me everything — the infamous Miss Kitty’s — wow!”

“I was shocked when she offered me the gig — Kate Broussard, she’s the owner.”

“Why were you shocked? I mean look at you — you’re about the sexiest girl in town.”

“Thanks, but I never thought of myself as a stripper. I mean, I’m 28-years-old, and Kate is going younger and younger.”

“Yeah, we can’t compete against some of that young pussy, but, Carole, you’re a head-turner — guys must be hitting on you all the time.”

“Well, sometimes. Anyway, this thing at Miss Kitty’s — it’s not a job — I only get to dance one Saturday morning.”

“Ah, with all the naked boys. Is that actually true?”

“Oh sure — it’s been that way for quite a while. The boys all have to strip naked. It used to cause quite a bit of chatter around town, but now it’s just ... accepted. It’s just the way it is and no one bothers to discuss it anymore.”

“How Faulknerian.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“Southern Gothic. Loopy uncle kept in the attic. Incest, Inbreeding — all the usual clichés about Dixie.”

“Well for me, it’ll just be a lark — a little one-time adventure. You mentioned being in a rut — well, this is my chance to do something new. Daring. Out of my comfort zone. And, yeah, I kind of get off on the idea of all those naked boys staring at me.”

“Wait! Will Richie be there?”

Carole went for casual, “Of course. He’s so proud of me, Naomi — his horny little buddies are really wowed.”

“I can imagine — you are a MILF, no question. But your own son?”

“Well, that’s a whatchamacallit — a stipulation. All the Saturday-morning moms have to have a son in the audience. Kate insists, and the town’s used to it now.” Carole lowered her voice, “I’ve never told anyone this, but the idea of Richie being there turns me on. Just a little. And, yeah, I know how inappropriate it is. But the way he looks at me sometimes.”

Naomi grinned, “Like you aren’t his mom.”

“No, actually that’s not quite it. I mean sometimes there’s hunger in the horny little fucker’s eyes. But there’s more to it. It’s a natural love like Randy feels for you, but also ... it’s hard to put my finger on it. But sometimes when Richie looks at me, it’s love and lust and ... and like we’re in it together. In what? God, I don’t have the words. But in life, in our family, and ... yes, in this Miss Kitty thing too.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Carole laughed, ‘I don’t either, not exactly. But our relationship has changed over the last couple of years. But take you and Randy — you guys are close too, right?”

“Very close — it’s like he can sense my frustration with his father.”

Carole nodded, “My cunt of an ex-husband left us for a girl younger than Richie. Maybe that was the start of things. Here — this just popped into my mind — sometimes it feels like Richie is my secret boyfriend. Not instead of being my son, but in addition to.”

“Now that is kinky.” She tilted her head and looked at Carole, “You guys would make a sexy couple.”

Carole looked down at the table, taking her time — as if she were trying to decide whether to share or not.

Naomi, smiled, “Spill it.”

“Okay, why the fuck not? Kate has this plan ... wait, let me back up. Richie sent Randy a photo of me. I hope you don’t mind.”

Big grin, “Beaver?”

Carole shrugged, “Nude.”

“Show me.”

Carole tap-tapped, “Check your phone.”

Naomi said, “Wow. Babe, you are even sexier than I realized.”

“Thank you.”

She touched the screen, “Such a tiny pussy. I have big lips.”

“Guys like all kinds.”

“True. So, how did Richie have this — this, pussy shot of his mother?”

“I prefer to think of it as a tasteful nude.”

Naomi pretended to be jacking off, “Oh, I’m sure Richie does too.”

Carole laughed, “Pussy shot it is. But, Naomi — and this is the naughty bit — I kind of like the idea of Richie masturbating to me.”

Naomi looked at her for several moments, “I’m glad we’re having this talk. This is the first interesting conversation I’ve had since we moved down here.”

“Well, there’s more. Quite a bit more, actually.”

“Good!”

“But before I share my darkest secrets — some of which are just at the fantasy stage — let’s talk about our sons.”

“Fine.”

“You know that they jerk each other off, right?”

Naomi nodded, “Yeah, Randy asked me if I thought it was gay or something. I gave him the ‘it’s just natural’ spiel. And told him it was a lot more fun than just doing himself.”

“It’s cool you guys are that close. Richie and I talk about everything.”

“Everything? Really?”

“Pretty much. You see, I’ve been trying to act casual about dancing at Miss Kitty’s. But, it’s changing the way I look at life. And since I’m going to be doing it — plus some other stuff — I want Richie to know everything. No — not just to know, but to approve, to cheer me on.”