Chapter 97: Naomi Monroe, 30, hidden cameras...

Carole continued her policy of waiting for Naomi to contact her. She was reeling her friend in, but didn’t want it to be obvious.

Three days later, Naomi was sipping ice tea in Carole’s kitchen. The boys had come home from school, showered, and were now wearing matching white boxer/briefs. Randy had picked up Richie’s habit.

Carole patted both bulges, “Hmm ... no shower action?”

Richie, “We’re pure as the driven snow.”

Naomi snorted.

Carole said, “Showtime, boys — a brand new video.”

Naomi said, “What now?” But followed everyone into the living room.

The first image was a naked Naomi, in Miss Kitty’s, opening her arms in invitation to her equally naked son. In the living room, she gasped, “What!”

The kiss lasted 27-seconds, but seemed longer. When Naomi gently pushed Randy back, the camera stayed on him. As the next boy approached Naomi — her next-door neighbor’s son, Kenny — Randy moaned and shot off without touching himself. She hadn’t had a clue.

Everyone turned to look at her, to gauge her reaction to the surprise clip. Randy was unconsciously rubbing himself.

Naomi looked at Carole thoughtfully, “I have a Masters in developmental psychology from Case Western. Did you know it was being filmed? Have you been manipulating me?”

Carole surprised herself at the adroitness of her answer, “I’ve been inviting you to join me on the most exciting journey of our lives.”

Naomi continued to ponder.

Carole said, “If I tell him to, Ray-Ray will delete the clip. I have the only copy and I’ll trash it too. If you want, Movie Star.”

Randy started to speak, then though better of it.

Naomi tried to look stern, then broke out in giggles and said, “Fuck it.”

Carole tapped her cell, “There — you all three have copies. Randy, I expect the Movie Star to be your number-one jack-off video.”

He was so since, “Mrs. Landry, you don’t have to tell me that.” He was still fondling himself looking at his mother.

Carole said, “Who wants to kiss the Movie Star? I’m first.”

Even though it was their first kiss, it felt familiar. Familiar and right, just right. Carole stepped back and was replaced by Richie, who had shed his undies. This time Naomi had her hands on his butt and she was the one who moaned with pleasure.

Carole hooked her thumbs in Randy’s briefs and tugged them down. This time, Naomi didn’t end the kiss for over a minute.

Later, back in the kitchen with the boys still naked, Naomi spoke quietly, with a hint of surprise in her voice, “I liked that. All three of you.”

Carole, “It gets better — next time you’ll be naked.”

Naomi shrugged — been there, done that at Miss Kitty’s.

“Now are you ready to dance for Kate?”

“I am.” And Naomi was surprised at her immediate response. And that she was not only willing, but was actually looking forward to baring it all in front of a live audience. Ever since she started on this adventuresome road with Carole, her life had gained sparkle. She now woke up most mornings with not only a positive attitude, but something to look forward to.

Her day-to-day life no longer centered around Harold, the house, and Randy’s school and afterschool activities. She — Naomi — was finally again starting to lead a lively life.