Chapter 99: Naomi Monroe, 30, Royal Sonesta...

Carole was enjoying the Son-Fucker Project more than she had ever imagined when Kate first sent her out on assignment. She was not only making progress with Naomi, the two of them were becoming closer than ever.

And, Carole and Richie were bonding in new ways as well. They were partners in Kate’s project and were enjoying the game immensely.

She now had two other moms started on the long journey. It was early and would take time as Kate had cautioned her. But Kim Mouton had seen Richie naked in Carole’s kitchen three times. And was now looking at her own son speculatively.

Carole flipped the script on Rhonda O’Malley — another Yankee transplant — this one from a suburb of Boston. Rhonda was now used to seeing a casually nude Carole flirt with her son. Rhonda watched with interest as Carole openl rubbed his underwear bulge. The last time she had slipped her hand under the elastic waistband and fondled him, skin to skin.

Rhonda’s only comment had been, “Naughty naughty.”

Neither scenario had been over the top, although the last time Carole had Richie be erect when he joined her and Kim for snacks. Kim looked and looked, but didn’t comment.

Carole didn’t report her two newest candidates to Kate because she didn’t feel she had anything newsworthy yet. Especially compared with Naomi.

Kate had never asked her for updates, and certainly didn’t press her for progress reports. For her part, Carole deposited her $500 weekly check with a clear conscience — she felt she was earning her salary.

These days, Naomi called or came by almost every day. Sometimes she was by herself, sometimes Randy was with her. When it was just the two of them, they almost always watched Naomi’s masturbation video and the kiss with Randy.

That they masturbated side by side was now just a given. Two healthy, horny girls. Who were blessed with the ability to cum easily.

As they sat together on the sofa, diddling themselves, Carole knew without any doubt that she could reach for her friend and finger-fuck her. Could even go down on her. But some instinct held her back. She wanted to keep Naomi’s focus on Randy as much as possible. Carole was fortunate that Naomi had a basically sex-free marriage to a driven man who traveled a lot. She was often alone with a horny teenager who worshipped her.

Carole had made a pitcher of margaritas and was wetting the rims of the glasses for the salt. “Mrs. Movie Star.”

“Yes?”

“I booked us a suite at the Royal Sonesta. We leave Friday after school is out. And come back Sunday.”