Portraits
Copyright© 2025 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 2: Robbie Dumont, 32. Son of Eve, 45
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Robbie Dumont, 32. Son of Eve, 45 - Six Stories. Five Cajun girls — four with teenage sons and one girl with two younger brothers — live in the insular, isolated town of Sausalito, Mississippi. ‘Portraits’ follows them as they explore new sexual highways and byways. Two local institutions — a strip joint called Miss Kitty’s, plus a laissez-faire restaurant called Contrary Mary’s — are run by 15-year-old Darlene Pellerin. Who now controls much of the town’s pussy. Oh, and let’s not forget one young man — Robbie Dumont.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Mother Son
That Robbie Dumont had been a beautiful baby surprised no one in town. His father, Chuck, had been a handsome devil. And was Homecoming King both his junior and senior years in high school.
Robbie’s mother, Eve, had been even more stunning. At 16, she had been the youngest ever to be crowned Miss Sausalito. By several years.
To Eve, Robbie’s beauty aside, he had been an ideal baby. Cheerful, smiling, laughing. And was rarely colicky, like many of her girlfriends’ babies.
When her husband, Chuck, had been killed in an offshore explosion, Eve had been understandably devastated. At 4, Robbie was too young to really grasp the concept of death. And his sister, Marie, was only three months old, so she had no memories of her father. Just a few family snapshots to study and wonder about when she was older.
Robbie became quiet immediately after his father’s death. He wasn’t traumatized, nothing like that. But he had always been a thoughtful child. And, for a week or so, he went off somewhere inside himself.
Then one morning, spooning his cereal, he looked up at his mother, “How are you doing, Eve?”
Eve smiled for the first time in days. She had gone from ‘Mama’ to ‘Eve’ and found it charming. Later, reflecting on that morning, she realized it had marked a turning point. Neither she nor Robbie could put it into words, but their relationship had begun to shift.
Even Robbie couldn’t pinpoint the moment when he began regarding Eve as a woman instead of just a mother. But as Eve told her best friend, Carol Baptiste, “He’s looking at me ... different.”
“Honey, it’s probably just a stage boys go through. I mean, look at you, who wouldn’t have some naughty thoughts?”
“Maybe.”
The first time he walked in on her while she had a mirror between her thighs and was applying baby oil, he said, “Huh.” Then, calmly, “What are you doing, Eve?”
“Robbie! Please leave. This is extremely rude of you. Invading my privacy.”
He tilted his head, genuinely curious, “What are you doing, Eve?”
She sighed, understanding on some level, that she was losing some sort of contest of wills. “I’m scenting my vagina. So it smells nice.”
“Huh.” He nodded to himself, “Makes sense.”
He sat down on the bed and gently ran his finger up and down her pussy. Eve was too astonished to speak for a moment. Then, “Robbie! Stop! You do not touch your mother that way.”
He gazed up into her eyes, “You are so beautiful.”
For some reason, that made Eve blush. Her voice was raspy, “Thank you, but please respect my privacy.” She didn’t look, but was peripherally aware of the huge bulge in his shorts.
“I like looking at you, Eve.” He nodded down at her body, “Especially like this.”
“Robbie, this is so fucking inappropriate, I can’t even...”
He stood and kissed her on the forehead, “You do this every day? Your pussy?”
Eve’s voice was small, “Yes.”
“Good.”
After that pivotal morning, Eve no longer bothered to protest when he came into her bedroom. And at least once a week, he joined her in her shower. There, she took a stand. A minor one, but it saved some pride. “Honey, okay, you kin wash me. But only if you use a washcloth, not your bare hands.”
A tiny point of distinction, but at least he agreed to that.
It was her imagination of course, but his penis seemed to grow by the month. Nevertheless, it was already the largest one she had ever seen. Chuck had been well endowed, but nothing quite like Robbie.
Eve and her daughter, Marie, soon became accustomed to his nudity. As did Eve’s bestie, Carol Baptiste, and her daughter, Sally.
By the time Robbie was 14, he was fucking Carol on an almost daily basis. And Eve no longer bothered to argue when he told her to watch. Carol certainly didn’t mind an audience. But Eve did put her foot down when Robbie started showing interest in his younger sister.
Eve and Robbie were in the kitchen. She was sitting down; he was leaning in the doorway, nude as usual. It was a rare time Eve felt in control enough to set some protective boundaries. “Honey, wait until Marie turns 14.”
Why 14? Because that was the age limit that Darlene Pellerin had set for the Miss Sausalito contest. And for the waitresses she hired at Contrary Mary’s. Somehow, probably by osmosis, the town had begun to think of 14 as the Age of Consent.
Robbie smiled at his mother, “And when she turns 14?”
Eve winked at her darling son, “Handjobs, blowjobs, pussy licking — anything and everything but fucking her.”
He, as he almost always did, paused to consider it. Eve studied her beautiful boy, standing in repose. Even after all these years, she marveled at his penis. Even flaccid, it seemed huge to her. Fuck, it was huge. He had her watch him masturbate for so many years, it no longer seemed odd. It was simply what Robbie wanted. By the time he included his younger sister in the audience, it didn’t occur to Eve to object.
Standing there in her kitchen, he smiled that killer smile, “Eve, you know I’m going to fuck Marie.”
Eve sighed, “I know, darling. I’m jess asking you to ... um, take your time. Let her mature a little more.”
He smiled kindly at her, “You’re the one I really want.”
Eve knew that Robbie wasn’t asking her to give him some pussy while he was waiting to do Marie. No, he was simply reminding her of his ultimate goal. Something she had been aware of for years and years. Fully aware.
“I know baby, but you don’t always get everything you want.”
He held out his arms. Eve didn’t hesitate anymore. She stood and melted into his embrace. He was several inches taller than she was, so she stood on her tiptoes and her tongue sought out his. Necking was the naughtiest intimacy she allowed between them.
By the time Robbie had graduated from high school, he was fucking both Carol and her daughter, Sally. He especially enjoyed having his mother watch. When he and Eve were alone, he was fond of telling her, “Once I do Marie ... well, that leaves you.”
“Dream on.”
But she was saying that with less and less confidence. There was just something about Robbie. Aside from his physical attributes and his unmistakable charisma, he had a certain something. A certain something that went beyond simply supreme confidence in himself. It was ... intangible, but both Eve and Marie felt a sense of the inevitable.
It would have been easy, almost expected, for Robbie to become arrogant. But he was a naturally kind boy. Who grew into a thoughtful, sensitive adult. An adult, however, who knew what he wanted in life. And usually, sooner or later, scored with whoever he had set his heart on.
These days, when he visited from New Orleans, he had Marie blow him, but now slept with Eve. The first time he had whispered in her ear, “I won’t fuck you tonight.”
“Oh.”
Hesitantly, she allowed him to take off her tee and panties. He had her where he wanted her — the two of them naked in her bed. As he snuggled from behind, spooning into her, his hand slid down her tummy. She grabbed his wrist.
She whispered, “Do you promise?”
Robbie kissed the back of her neck. She let go of his wrist.
The next morning at breakfast, she looked at Marie, “I needed to get off, me.”
“Acourse.”
When Robbie turned 19, he moved to New Orleans. To most folks in Sausalito, that city seemed so far away. Kids sometimes moved to Gulfport, or up to Jackson, but Robbie Dumont was the first in his class to go out of state.
Marie missed him. A lot. Eve? She was surprised how lonely it felt with her son gone. Even when he had moved into an apartment his senior year in high school, he still came home once or twice a week. To eat his sister and enjoy one of Marie’s eager blowjobs. And, to sleep with his mother.
He was using his knowing fingers to get her off two or three times a night.
These days, Robbie still returned to Sausalito once every month or two. And Marie and Eve welcomed him with even more enthusiasm. When Marie finally agreed to marry Rollie, it never occurred to her to stop blowing her beloved older brother.
As for Eve ... well, she looked forward to his visits more than she liked to admit. When he wanted to watch her again with Carol before he fucked her bestie, Eve was delighted to comply. As Marie did with Sally whenever he nodded at her.
As Eve said, “The world jess seems brighter when Robbie comes home.”
Carol sighed, “I know.”
Robbie’s first job in New Orleans was as a sales rep for a Napa Valley winery — Bountiful Harvest. His client list was every bar and restaurant in town that had a liquor license. Which, being New Orleans, was a significant percentage of establishments.
With his easygoing charm, and his gentle ways, he was a star performer within his first few months. Current clients increased their orders. New ones signed up. Right before Robbie turned 20, Bountiful promoted him to District Supervisor.
Now he had six sellers reporting to him. It took several weeks for him to begin to understand his management role. And he decided it was simple — increase sales by treating customers and his small staff like he would like to be treated.
So Robbie began making the rounds with each of his six reps. He didn’t coach, certainly didn’t lecture, but rather led by example. When meeting a potential customer for the first time, Robbie often didn’t try to sell anything.
Instead, he got people to talk about their favorite things — themselves. He was a good listener and remembered names and faces. He always invited them to lunch or dinner at a different restaurant. Sometimes he called on establishments large enough to have a beverage director. But often it was one-on-one with the restaurant manager or owner.
As much as the world had gone digital, and was shifting to online commerce, a lot of the restaurant industry in Louisiana was still largely dependent on face-to-face relationships.
And, Robbie Dumont was masterful at the game. He remembered birthdays and even anniversaries. If he didn’t buy a gift, he sent a card. And, he made certain to keep calling on his clients even after a sale was consummated.
They appreciated his natural kindness, and Bountiful noticed the results.
Even after he was satisfied that his sales team was doing their best work, he continued to stay in contact with his client base — big and small.
When he turned 21, Robbie bought his first apartment. In the Vieux Carre, but several blocks north of the touristy stretch of Bourbon Street. It was compact — one bedroom, but with a wrought iron balcony in front, and a small garden patio in the rear.
Now, at 32, he was at a crossroads. He had turned down two requests from Bountiful Harvest to move to their San Francisco office. Headquarters was in the historic Napa Valley, but the sales were run out of the City.
Robbie wasn’t worried about being fired — his Louisiana numbers were so strong — but he knew that the company wanted him on a larger, more competitive stage. He was tempted. Tempted, but torn. He still had some unfinished business with Eve and Marie.
He hadn’t mentioned the potential move to his mother and sister — no sense in having them fret ahead of time. However, the more he considered the move, the more convinced he became that he would take Eve with him.
But what about Marie? Without Robbie and her mother, she would be a bit adrift. If he did take her along too, she’d have to leave her husband, Rollie. Not a big deal to Robbie — he believed that Marie had married far below her station.
So, it would be Eve for sure. And possibly, no probably, Marie ... and Kevin as well.
Eve wanted to be sure she understood, “Marie, he asked for me to be there when he fucks you?”
“No, Mama, he tole me for you to be there.”
Eve asked for the second time, “An’ he wants me to pack for two weeks in New Orleans? Jess me, not me an’ you?”
“Jess you.” Marie giggled, “An’ you know what that means.”
“Not necessarily.” But Eve blushed when she said it.
After all the excitement of the Little Mr. Sausalito contest, and the five thousand in 20-dollar bills that Marie now had, she had shed the very last of her concerns about Robbie fucking her. She was now actively looking forward to it.
But, one remaining piece of family business first. Kevin.
After what the two of them had been through together in front of all those people, she wasn’t overly-fretting about their upcoming conversation.
She sat him down in her kitchen on a Monday, the day after he’d been crowned. “Honey, you know how Miss Darlene has kinda taken a shine to me?”
He sensed the solemnity of the moment, “Acourse.”
“An’ see, she likes how I look on camera an’ all?”
“Acourse — everybody does.”
“Well, anyway, she wants a video of me ... um, in action?”
“Do I get to be there?”
Marie had to laugh, “Great — I tel you that your mother’s gonna be in a fuck video an’ you wanna watch.”
“Kin I?” So earnest, “I mean I already seen everything.”
“Well, actually you kin. Yes.”
“Wow! Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Now don’t blow a gasket, but it’s ... well, it’s gonna be Robbie.”
Kevin’s face lit up, “Uncle Robbie gets to fuck you? Wow! Wow! Wow! Lucky him!”
“Honey, does it bother you? Him being my brother an’ all?”
He looked at her like she had two heads, “You kidding me? He’s the coolest guy I know.” He shook his head in wonderment, “I know four, no five, wait, six guys — he did their mothers.”
“Well, now he’s gonna add your mother to his list.”
“No. No, you’re not like them ... you’re ... you’re special. To Miss Darlene. An’ Uncle Robbie too.”
“Well, thank you. Now there’s a little bit more — Miss Darlene tole me that ... um, since you’re gonna be there an’ all ... see, the thing is she ... uh, she doesn’t want to waste anything.”
“Like what?”
“Um, like a money shot?”
Kevin grinned, “When Uncle Robbie cums?”
“Well, maybe. She didn’t say that, not specially. But she did sorta mention your name?”
“I git to cum? For Uncle Robbie’s video?”
“Yeah, I think so. I mean, she didn’t tell me ... um, how. Or where. But she does want you on camera when, you know, it’s time.”
Kevin’s face lit up, ‘Probably in your mouth.”
Marie sighed, but looked thoughtful, “Maybe. Or maybe all over my face — guys like that.”
“Wow!” He grinned, “Mama?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe we should practice? Me an’ you?”
She laughed, “Nice try.”
Robbie surprised everyone by showing up on Thursday afternoon, instead of the following morning. At Eve’s, he undressed her, then himself, and led her into the shower. As he kissed her under the streaming water, Eve moaned in pleasure.
As he dried her off, she asked, “You wanna fuck Carol or Sally? Or both? They kin spend the night.”
He smiled fondly, “No thanks, just have Marie come over.”
“Honey, will you hold off until tomorrow? For Miss Darlene?”
“Of course. But tonight, I want you to snowball with her.” A first.
Eve colored, but stood up straighter, “Okay, honey. I will.”
He kissed her forehead, “Good girl.”
The four of them — Robbie and Kevin, Eve and Marie, walked upstairs to Darlene’s office. Darlene smiled and held out her hand, “Robbie, it’s been ages.”
He smiled, “It has.”
“All right guys, Ray-Ray and his team are all set up in the studio. You guys can grab a quick shower two doors down.”
Eve said, “Have fun.”
Robbie, “You undress too.”
Eve blushed and started to say something. Then she sighed, “Okay, Robbie.”
It was Kevin’s first time seeing his beautiful grandmother naked. He was instantly erect. Then he gasped when Robbie pulled down his underwear. Eve smiled to herself, proud of her son once again. Marie was almost forgetting about the video — she was that ready to be fucked.
When they entered the studio, even Darlene was impressed with Robbie. Several of her girls had told her about him, but this was her first live sighting. She hefted him with both hands, “This will play nice on camera.”
She stepped back, “Okay, all four cameras are running. Eve, you warm up Robbie. And Kevin, you get your sweet mama all hot and bothered.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Marie studied her mother, curious how she would react to Darlene’s surprise announcement. Eve surprised herself, perhaps admitting her new reality for the first time. She simply sat down on a chair and guided Robbie into her mouth. He smiled down fondly, and caressed her cheek with love.
Kevin, a little hesitant, but eager, kissed his mother hungrily. When he reached down to her pussy, Marie not only didn’t object, but shifted her feet a little further apart.
Darlene spoke softly, but confidently, “Kevin, play with yourself. When you’re ready to come, aim it at Marie’s mouth, but don’t worry if you splatter her face.”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Robbie, I want to see Marie cum and cum and cum. I want you to turn her into the sluttiest little girl in town.”
Marie hugged herself and giggled.
“Then when he’s ready to cum, Eve, you’re on.”
“Yes ma’am.” The gorgeous 45-year-old deferring to the strong-willed 15-year-old.
“And kick things off by guiding Robbie into Marie.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Darlene was smart. And observant. She immediately sensed that while Robbie was letting her direct the action ... well, he was really in control. Probably a courtesy because it was her town. But Darlene knew that she had no real control over the young man. That, in this one instance, he was the most influential person in the room.
Eve and Marie, and certainly Kevin were in awe of Darlene. But were obviously willing, if not eager to do whatever Robbie told them to do.
When Robbie finally entered her, Marie felt a rush of gratefulness. Like she had returned home after a long journey. With her own horniness, and with all of Robbie’s talent and experience, she more than pleased Darlene.
Marie flashed on being fucked down there on that stage with all those Saturday-morning boys watching Robbie plow her. She orgasmed at the very idea.
Marie had told Kevin not to cum the day before. Even though she spent the night at Eve’s, she was confident that he’d do the right thing. And, when he timed his ejaculation for a few moments after his mother’s second climax, he did coat her face nicely. He was close enough not to get any in her eyes.
At the end, when Robbie finally pulled out, Eve pleased Darlene by echoing what Kevin had done. Eve guided Robbie’s cock so that he covered her face as well. As he was spurting, Eve looked up into his eyes with so much love in her heart.
Robbie dropped Kevin off at school and drove to Eve’s house. As she packed her case, she asked him, “How long are you going to keep me?”
He shrugged and smiled, “I haven’t decided. We’ll see how it goes. But I’m going to be showing off the sexiest Mom in the South to a lot of people.”
She whispered, “Thank you.”
“Marie, you better clean out her refrigerator.”
“Oh. Acourse.” She gestured down her body, “Uh, Robbie, do you want some more pussy? I mean before you hit the road?”
He patted Eve on the butt, “No thanks, I have everything I need right here.”
Eve blushed, but didn’t look away from him.
As they were leaving, Marie hugged her mother, and whispered, “Mama, don’t you want a video? For your first time?”
Eve stopped short. Ever since Robbie had announced that he was taking her to New Orleans, she understood that her life would change. It was now time to face her new reality.
“You’re right, Marie. Robbie ... um, when you do me? The first time? Are you gonna have a video made?”
He smiled kindly at her, “Of course, darling — I have everything lined up.”
“Well, okay then. That’s that.”
Once she started unpacking in Robbie’s New Orleans bedroom, Eve felt a certain serenity settling over her. Yes, her son was going to fuck her. The most forbidden sin of all. Well, she guessed something like murder was worse.
While she wasn’t looking forward to it like Marie had ended up doing ... well, Eve had passed through the acceptance stage. And was getting beyond resignation. Where was she then, emotionally?
That Robbie had the largest penis she had ever seen was hardly a consideration to her these days. She’d seen him naked as he grew up thousands of times. Plus, she had given birth twice.
So while she certainly had an awareness of what was in store for her physically, his size was not a stumbling block. And, the fact that she was his mother, while it still loomed large in her mind ... well, reality was reality.
That night, he had Eve blow him once, but other than that he just snuggled into her from behind as she drifted off to a surprisingly peaceful sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, themorning, she felt relatively calm. The mild butterflies in her tummy were more from excitement than concern. She was mildly curious about who Robbie had selected to film them, but, honestly, it didn’t really matter to her.
When they had arrived from Sausalito, Eve noticed the white-sheeted bed in Robbie’s garden patio. That was new, and she was touched by his thoughtfulness. She had once commented on how flattering the morning sunlight was out there.
When she heard his shower, she started frying bacon, and then went back to towel him off. He smiled down at her, kissed her softly on the lips, and asked, “How are you, Eve?”
She looked up at her handsome son, and spoke from the heart, “I’m ready, baby.”
“Good girl.”
An hour later, both of them still nude, Robbie introduced her, “Eve, this is Blanche, Carrie, and Rose. Ladies, this is my mother, Eve.”
Eve knew two things instantly. Blanche was Carrie’s mother, and Carrie was Rose’s mother. And, that Robbie was fucking the three of them.
Blanche was the prettiest of the trio — not anywhere near Eve’s level, but Robbie had never cared all that much about what his women looked like. Carrie, about Marie’s age, around 30, was plain, but had a lovely smile.
Rose was the one who undressed. Eve instantly understood that Rose would be warming her up for Robbie. She looked about 8 — flat-chested and had obviously not yet been visited by puberty. Her little pussy looked almost as small as Eve’s.
Rose’s age, whatever it was, didn’t concern Eve. No, her mind was on the main event. And, she was suddenly determined to try to become Robbie’s slut for the video. Just as Marie had done.
Blanche stared at Eve. Hefted her small boobs, traced a finger along the smallest pussy she had ever seen. She smiled at Robbie, “God, no wonder.”
Carrie, had a touch of awe, “She is so sexy, Robbie. God.”
Rose said, “Don’t be nervous, Mrs. Dumont. I’m 14, and I love to lick pussy.”
Eve patted her cheek, “Good.” But she was surprised at her naughty thought, “Hell, I was wishing she was 7 or 8.” Later, she began to think of her evolution to such an uninhibited self was a result of the Robbie Effect.
Unlike with Darlene’s videos, Robbie didn’t give Eve any instructions. And, she didn’t need any. She was now more than ready to do anything and everything that he wanted.
Blanche worked some magic with just a trace of facial makeup. The three cameras were now in place around the bed. Eve could hear birds singing and insects buzzing. It was 7 AM and still nice and cool.
Rose lay down on top of her, and necked for a nice, long time. She spent time with her nipples, before licking her way down to the Promised Land. Eve closed her eyes ... the little girl was talented. She took her time, seemingly studying Eve’s reaction to this pressure here, that, there.
Eve understood that Rose was trying to take her to the brink and hold her there for Robbie. But suddenly her body spasmed, “OH!”
“Sorry, Robbie.”
“No worries, Eve, we have all morning.”
Then Rose was satisfied. She had Eve squirming and moaning. Robbie drew Eve’s hips to the end of the bed. Brought her ankles up to his shoulders. Eve thought, “Oh, this is how he wants me. Fine.”
Rose continued to caress her clit as Robbie rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy. Eve felt the heat building; her squirming intensified. She heard a longing moan from deep inside her.
A moment later, a “Please,” slipped out. Then, “C’mon, c’mon, please Robbie, please.”
She was so fucking close. Suddenly, as her eyes snapped open, she realized what he wanted. “Please fuck me, Robbie. Your mommy needs it, baby, PLEASE!”
As he entered her for the first time, her body spasmed harder than it ever had in her life. The rippling orgasm caused her to scream as tears streamed down her cheeks.
And that moment changed Eve’s life forever. Although neither she nor Robbie ever spoke of it, she now belonged to him lock, stock, and barrel.
The next two weeks in New Orleans became a swirl of wonder and delight for Eve. As promised, Robbie did take her out and show her off. It seemed like everywhere they went, someone knew Robbie.
And, it wasn’t limited to the bars and restaurants on his route. No, there were beat cops, Uber drivers, sales clerks ... it was like he was the Mayor or something.
And, Eve basked in the obvious pride he felt for her.
“This is my mother, Eve. The sexiest mama in the South.”
With his palm on her butt, or his hand casually draped over a boob, Robbie was clearly, proudly telling the town that she was his.
“Rachel, Stephanie, Roberta, this is my mother, Eve. She has the smallest pussy I ever saw.” The women, in their 40s, giggled. Stephanie winked, “Smaller even than Rose Lafayette’s?”
Eve, emboldened, spoke up, “Yes. A lot smaller than Rose’s.”
Rachel grinned, “You go, girl.”
Roberta nodded, “Robbie gets what he wants. Who he wants.”
As the balmy days passed, Eve’s sense of freedom increased. She didn’t know anyone in New Orleans, and she was so fucking proud to be on Robbie’s arm.
She got to the point where, when meeting someone, she could pretty well tell which girls he had fucked. And, not to her surprise, his preference seemed to be women in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. Of course back in Sausalito, she had known what a kick he had gotten out of seducing the mothers of his friends and classmates. Hell, half the people in town knew that about him. Had, since he was around 14.
All in all, Eve was happier than she’d ever been in her life. She had a vague sense of déjà vu, and then realized she was comparing her time with Robbie with her honeymoon with Chuck. But even that one, glorious week in Gulfport paled in comparison to what she was feeling now.
Sex with Robbie was far more extraordinary than Chuck, even at his best, could have come close to. But even the best fucking of her life wasn’t quite as enjoyable as just being known as Robbie’s lover.
Interestingly, very few people expressed surprise that he was fucking his mother. More of the Robbie Effect, she supposed. Anyone searching her face for shame, or even embarrassment, would be disappointed. What she felt, even more than the significant satisfaction of being his lover, was pride. Pure pride — she was Robbie’s main squeeze and was delighted to be known as such.
Eve Dumont was simply proud to be known as Robbie Dumont’s pussy.
Once she even told him, “Honey, if you want people to watch you do me, I’m fine with that.”
He smiled that glorious smile, “Of course. I’ll do that too.”
The night after he had fucked her for the first time, upstairs in his bed, right before she reached to turn off the lamp, Eve said, “Robbie, I love you.”
Both of them understood what she meant. She wasn’t expressing a mother’s love for her son. She was speaking openly, frankly, about a bride’s love for her new husband.
He answered, sincerely, “And I love you, Eve.”
Those five words were all that she needed to hear. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
Then he smiled and said something that thrilled her, “You were always the one I wanted. Right from that first day I saw you scenting your pussy.”
Eve asked the question that had puzzled her for years. “Robbie, why didn’t you fuck me back then? When you were still living at home? I know I kept telling you ‘no’, but if you’d insisted ... well, you could have had me.”
His simple, straightforward answer spoke to his maturity, even at 14, “You weren’t ready, Eve.”
“Oh.”
Two weeks passed by quickly in New Orleans. Robbie then started going back to the office. Three weeks went by, then four. Robbie took her shopping for more clothes. She picked out a second chest of drawers for their bedroom.
They dined in a different restaurant almost every night. Then hit bars and clubs. Music — jazz, zydeco, Cajun. Dancing, laughter.