Portraits
Copyright© 2025 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 3: Melissa Richard, 36, mother of Tee-Jim, 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Melissa Richard, 36, mother of Tee-Jim, 14 - 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
Darlene Pellerin — the 15-year-old manager of the only strip joint, Miss Kitty’s, in Sausalito, Mississippi— took up a practice that Kate Broussard had started before she retired and turned the joint over to her mentee.
On her own, the young girl started lending money to women who found themselves in sudden, and sometimes dire, need of a short-term loan. Darlene began aggressively and publicly expanding the practice.
Marie Louise Fontaine needed $50 for groceries to last until payday. Darlene gave her $100.
Carlene Boudreaux’s loser of an ex missed yet another child support payment. $300, no questions asked.
Melissa Richard, pronounced Ree-SHAR, asked for a hundred to buy a used tire for her husband’s old Chevy. Darlene called Earl down at the Shell station, “Mrs. Richard is coming in — put on four new tires.”
The 36-year-old Melissa stared at her. They were in Darlene’s upstairs office at Miss Kitty’s, “Uh, what you want me to do, Miss Darlene?”
Everyone in town knew what the young mothers who beseeched Darlene to hire them or their daughters were willing — were sometimes eager — to do. Posing for a nude video was one of the tamer options.
Darlene smiled kindly at her, “No, that won’t be necessary, honey. You’ll pay me back when you can.”
Melissa was clearly startled. She knew how pretty she looked, how sexy. Like most Cajun girls, she had darkish coloring and a wide, white smile. She was slender with larger boobs than most of her friends. And here was Darlene Pellerin ... turning all of that down?
That was just one of dozens of examples of Darlene’s largess. And, naturally, word spread — any woman who found herself in some sort of financial fix could rely on Darlene Pellerin. For — and this was astonishing in blue color Sausalito — up to $5,000.
For the rare occasion — like a medical emergency that insurance didn’t begin to cover — Darlene would personally call the loan officer at Sausalito Savings & Loan.
The legend grew.
Because Darlene also ran Contrary Mary’s restaurant — and hired only attractive 14-year-old Cajun waitresses — she was, unofficially, but truly, in charge of a significant percentage of the pussy in town. The strippers at Miss Kitty’s. The waitresses who wore only tiny thongs with the word CUNT in vertical lettering.
But what really startled the town was that Darlene didn’t require anything in return for the loans. Most of the women — ranging in age from 16 to 64 — appeared before her fully aware, and fully prepared, to strip and do the little girl’s bidding.
Some were puzzled that she loaned money to the older women. Then someone said, “Look, Darlene has these grannies put on shows at Miss Kitty’s — she’s probably jess waiting to use them.”
And someone else said, “Darlene looks at the big picture, her. Them grannies, they got kids an’ grandkids.”
Yet, Darlene continued to parcel out loans, not once demanding anything in return. She did have one stipulation. She had each woman sign a note that called out the amount of the loan and the date. Evelyn, her assistant, was a notary and applied her seal to each document.
There was no danger of Darlene nor the women forgetting about the transaction. No, she simply wanted the formality of the process to be imprinted in the mind of every girl who borrowed from her. The official paperwork reinforced the solemnity of the debt in each one’s mind.
With almost no exceptions, everyone who was financially indebted to Darlene began repaying her loan as best she could. And many of them — whether they were relieved or puzzled or even disappointed — first asked her if she wanted them to do anything else in return.
“You want me to cum for your video, Miss Darlene?”
“Carol Sue will shoot me ... you know, in a video for you, Miss Darlene?”
And, for almost everyone, it was now Miss Darlene.
She always smiled and said, “Not now, my dear.” Then a wink, “Maybe someday I’ll come calling.”
Despite the friendly tone, many, if not most girls, felt a hint of threat in that ‘someday’ comment. Yet, when in need, they still came to her — girl after girl after girl.
Of course, Darlene knew exactly what she was doing — building up the Favor Bank. She was now carrying 74 active loans. To a few teenagers, to many young mothers, and to a few grannies.
Every single one of them — no exceptions — had offered to do something to please the 15-year-old girl. And something meant sex, no question about that.
The town was fully aware of Darlene’s financial policies. And, the town was puzzled. Not at her generosity — Kate Broussard had been kind and understanding that way long before Darlene. But why wasn’t the girl expecting — demanding — anything in return?
Then one morning, 36-year-old Melissa Richard — four new tires from the Shell station — answered the knock at her front door. She had just gotten her two boys off to the school bus.
“Oh, hi. Um, come on in, I guess.”
The surprise caller was a little girl Melissa didn’t know, but had seen waiting tables in her CUNT thong at Contrary Mary’s. So, she worked for Darlene. It wasn’t hard for Melissa to figure out that something was coming. At least her boys were out of the house and Roger was at work.
Melissa put on a brave smile and held out her hand, “Hello, I’m Mrs. Richard.”
“I know, Melissa, I’m Kelly.”
Sipping chicory at the kitchen table, Melissa was over her surprise. Her mind was twirling around. Darlene hadn’t even bothered to send Ray-Ray Fontenot, her regular photographer — just this little number who was probably one of his video girls. So at least Darlene wasn’t going to have her fuck Ray-Ray.
Yes, that was Melissa’s thought process — she would have been prepared to give Ray-Ray, as Miss Darlene’s emissary, some pussy.
Kelly sat there, quiet and composed, stirring more sugar into her coffee. Melissa couldn’t take it any longer, “So, what should I ... what do you want ... I mean...”
Kelly smiled kindly and spoke softly, “I want you to cum for me.” She tapped her cellphone.
Melissa colored, but was relieved at the same time. Compared with what Darlene could have had her doing ... well, this was fairly mild. And she knew that all of the mothers of the little waitresses at Contrary Mary’s had — at the very least — made a cum video for Darlene.
“Oh. Okay. Um, could I take a quick shower first?”
“Acourse. Does your bush need a touch-up?”
Somehow, talking about her pussy to a stranger didn’t feel the least intrusive to Melissa. She giggled, “Yeah.”
“Come see me after your shower — I’ll take care of it.”
“Okay. Um, thank you.”
In the shower, Melissa’s heart wasn’t racing, not at all. Those four new tires had been a godsend. And, she knew to the penny that she had paid Darlene back $225 against the original loan. Would making this cum video erase the rest of her debt? No, probably not, not with Darlene Pellerin. Oh well.
She scurried around her bedroom, tidying things up. Then, still nude, she walked back into the kitchen. Kelly smiled, “Great tits, Melissa.”
“Well, Roger likes ‘em.”
“What about Kenny and Tee-Jim?”
Melissa’s sons. Of course. Darlene’s specialty — mothers and sons. Melissa sat down, “Well, I’m sure they’re aware of my boobs. Boys.”
Kelly smiled that easy smile again, “I’m sure one of them will love your video too.”
It took a moment for the words to register. “One of them? I jess have to show it to one of them?”
“Yep. Your choice.”
Melissa felt an instantaneous flood of relief. She wouldn’t have to show it to Kenny. Dickhead. Just Tee-Jim. Who was not only nicer, but was ga-ga about her.
The news of sharing the cum video was hardly a shocker. Not coming from Darlene. Melissa poured another cup of coffee with a steady hand, “And that’ll be it?”
Kelly shrugged, “Up to Miss Darlene. Now, let’s do your pussy.”
By the time Melissa lay back on her bed for the video, she thought to ask, “Um, is it okay if I use my vibrator?”
“Acourse. Kin you cum more than once for me?”
“Maybe. Probably. Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Melissa put a pillow under her butt — if she was fucking going to make a video for Darlene, she’d fucking make a video. She was never able to forget about Kelly — right there filming her. And she certainly wasn’t about to forget about Tee-Jim.
But still, she aroused herself to a small orgasm, and kept on diddling. The second one was stronger — so intense that she raised her hips and screamed, “YESSS!”
A few minutes later, back in the kitchen — more chicory —- Melissa said, “So, what’s next?”
“You did great, Melissa — Miss Darlene will be pleased.”
“Well, I’m glad. But what about ... I mean, Tee-Jim?”
Kelly stirred more sugar into her cup and smiled at the naked woman, “Ray-Ray will edit it. Probably down to a minute or so. And then he’ll bring it by.”
Melissa cleared her throat, “Will he — Ray-Ray — expect any ... anything else? You know, from me?”
Shrug, “Up to him.” She winked and patted Melissa, “But he does like his pussy bald.”
“Oh.”
At the front door, Melissa said, “Uh, Kelly, could you ask him ... you know when he comes by ... I don’t want ... I mean, Roger an’ the boys...”
“Oh, I’ll mention that. But he does like an audience, Ray-Ray.”
Kelly saw the stricken look and patted Melissa’s butt. She said, “Jess kidding. You’ll be alone.” She winked, “At least the first time.”
Right after Kelly left — probably to give her cum video to Ray-Ray — Melissa took another shower, got dressed and hustled next door to her bestie — Linda Comeaux.
Sipping yet more chicory, Melissa said, “Well, it happened.”
“Darlene?”
“Yep.”
“Talk.”
“This little girl came by -- Kelly — I guess she’s one of Ray-Ray’s video girls.”
Linda made a hurry-up gesture with her hands and grinned, “Dish.”
“She had me ... you know ... cum for her? Or for the camera?”
“How many times?”
“Twice. Two times.”
“Good for you. Say, did she let you use your Magic Wand?”
“She did. The second time was a pretty good one.”
The two 36-year-old women didn’t think it the least bit odd that Melissa had asked a 14-year-old girl for permission to use her vibrator. Kelly was working for Ray-Ray — and she was therefore an emissary from Darlene.
Linda looked sharply at her friend, “Okay, what else?”
Melissa colored a little but looked right at her pal, “I got to show it — my cum video — to Tee-Jim.”
“Not to dickhead?”
“No, thank God.”
“Whew, you dodged a bullet there, girlfriend.”
“Don’t I know it!”
“Tee-Jim’s head is gonna explode.”
Melissa giggled. They both knew that her younger son had been pestering Melissa to dance at one of the Saturday-morning shows at Miss Kitty’s. Where 60 to 70 naked boys in the audience masturbated to rotating sets of two moms who had sex on stage. Of which, since he had turned 14 a couple of months earlier, he was now an avid fan.
The first time he brought up the subject of her performing there, Melissa made air quotes and said, “Dance?” They both knew there was no longer any pretense of a striptease. Two moms came out naked and got it on.
Tee-Jim had grinned and nodded at her boobs, “Well, you sure got the body for it.”
“Do you have any idea how twisted you are? Wanting to beat off to your own mother?”
Although they both knew four women who had performed in front of their own sons at Miss Kitty’s. Tee-Jim just nodded at her boobs and made a kiss-kiss sound.
“You wish, perv.”
Then, at Linda’s kitchen table, she took another look at Melissa. “Okay, bitch, what else?”
This part ... well, Melissa was getting used to the idea. At least it sort of felt that way. “Ray-Ray — he’s gonna edit the video?”
“And deliver it in person!”
This time, Melissa blushed fully, “Yeah.”
Huge grin, “Is he gonna fuck you?”
Huge sigh, “I honestly don’t know what he’s gonna do.”
Linda placed her hands on Melissa’s, “Well, whatever it is, I’ll help you get through it.”
“Maybe he’ll jess have me suck him off?”
“Possible. I suppose. Maybe.”
Neither girl had any doubt that Ray-Ray would do whatever he felt like at the time. Nor did they doubt that Melissa would let him. The 15-year-old boy was Darlene’s #1 aide.
Melissa sighed again. She rarely — rarely! — had been unfaithful to Roger. Even knowing that he liked to take those little Contrary Mary waitresses out to his car for a handjob every now and then. That, she didn’t mind.
Linda mused, “Well, whatever Ray-Ray decides, you jess know he’s gonna have one or two of his little girls film it.”
“Oh, God, I hadn’t even thought of that! Fuck.”
Linda sat up, “Hey — Ray-Ray likes his pussy bald.”
“I know. That Kelly tole me, but I already knew.”
“Strip, girlfriend — no sense putting it off.”
Melissa shrugged, stood up, and began undressing. The two friends had trimmed each other for over 20 years — dating back to middle school. They’d experimented with landing strips, diamonds, a tiny triangle, a heart, an arrow, and — every once in a while — a full Brazilian.
When Linda was finished, she gently used a washcloth to wipe away the soap and lotion. She looked up and winked, “Wanna cum again?”
Melissa giggled, “Why not?”
At least Ray-Ray had the courtesy to give Melissa Richard a few day’s notice, “I’m planning to stop by next Tuesday around 10. Will that be convenient?”
“Uh, yeah, okay. Yeah, that’ll be fine ... Roger an’ the boys ... that’ll work.”
Monday afternoon, Linda was in Melissa’s bathroom, on pussy-touchup duty. “Are you getting excited, hon?”
“Maybe a little. It’d be better if I jess knew ... you know, what he’s gonna want.”
“Look — jess assume he’s gonna fuck you. An’ relax — he won’t be the first since you got married.”
“No, but he’ll jess be the third. An’ if he films me...”
Linda conceded, “Yeah, that’ll be a first all right.” She wiped her friend dry and started softly caressing Melissa’s pussy. If Linda knew anything for sure, it was how to decrease her friend’s anxiety.
Melissa, “Wait, let’s do it on my bed.”
“You got it, hon, whatever you want.”
The afternoon after Kelly had visited Melissa Richard, it seemed like half the town had heard of the cum video. And that included everyone — teenagers to grannies — who had borrowed money from Darlene.
The reactions to the news were as varied as the girls themselves. Some became anxious, worried about when their turn would come. Others were accepting — the only surprise had been Darlene waiting so long to begin enjoying them. A few were actually looking forward to whatever she might want them to do. It could possibly lead to something exciting working somewhere in Darlene’s stable.
Ray-Ray showed up at Melissa’s — with two camera girls — around 11. Giving Melissa an extra hour to fret.
“Sorry, I’ve been running late all morning.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Ray-Ray.”
“Melissa, say hello to Tish and Robin.” So, two more girls in addition to Kelly to see her naked. Mentally, she just shrugged.
“Why don’t you lose the robe?”
“Huh? Oh — okay.” Well, that sure didn’t take long.
Tish said, or was it Robin, “Oh, good, you’re already bald.”
The other little girl nodded, “That’ll save us some time.”
Ray-Ray, “We’ll start with the video.” He winked, “Who are you going to show it to?”
“Tee-Jim.”
He nodded, “I didn’t think it would be the dickhead.”
Feeling suddenly defensive, Melissa said, “It’s jess a phase. That Kenny’s going through. He’ll grow out of it. Maybe.”
The video itself was just about what Melissa had expected. Typical of Ray-Ray’s work, she was shown at her most flattering, attractive, sexiest best. During her second, and stronger, climax, she studied her face with approval, thinking, “I do look good.”
He zapped her a copy. “Thank you, Ray-Ray.”
“You’re welcome. I won’t post it on the Miss-Kitty website until you tell Darlene it’s okay.”
“Oh. Thank you.” That was a relief.
He stood, “I’m going to take a shower. Tish and Robin will warm you up for me.”
Gulp. She turned, cheeks aflame, and whispered to the girls, “Um, thank you.”
The next thing she knew — everything was happening so fast — the girls were switching back and forth — taking turns licking her while the other one filmed it. The little minxes were not only experienced, but talented. Able to take her right to the brink and hold it, just shy of her first orgasm.
And Linda had been right — Melissa had been correct in just assuming that Ray-Ray would fuck her. So when he did enter her, she was both mentally and physically ready. Actually, more than ready.
Later that morning, when Linda let herself in, Melissa was still lying in her bed, mentally replaying the event.
Linda sat on the bed, kissed her friend on the forehead, “So, how was it?”
“He brought two little sluts with him.”
“I saw ‘em when they arrived. So?”
Melissa grinned, “They did me while he took his shower.”
“That’s cool. How many times?” Did she cum?
Melissa grinned and held up three fingers.
“Did he cum in your pussy?”
Melissa pointed to her mouth and giggled. Relieved that it was over. Proud, a little proud of herself, for not only letting the boy do her, but for enjoying it enough to get off too.
Later, sipping wine in the kitchen — Melissa had put her robe back on — Linda said, “This new video — the fuck video — are you gonna show it to Tee-Jim?”
Melissa looked startled for a moment, then sat back in her chair. “Ray-Ray didn’t say anything about it.”
Linda continued gazing into her friend’s eyes.
Melissa sounded thoughtful, “Acourse Darlene...”
“Tee-Jim — he’ll keep his mouth closed, I’m pretty sure.”
Melissa nodded, looking off into the distance, “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
Left unsaid ... Melissa would end up showing both videos to her younger son. Darlene.
A few minutes later, Melissa showed Linda her cum video.
“Oh, that’s magnificent, hon. I love how he got your face jess right.”
“Yeah, I gotta admit, I look good.”
“Send me a copy.”
“Acourse.”
Later, as Linda was heading out the door, she said, “You may as well do it today. Get it out of the way before you begin getting frantic.” Show her son the video.
Melissa nodded resolutely, “You’re right. Strike while the iron is hot.”
“Strike while your pussy is hotter. Tee-Jim’s gonna cum in his pants.”
That gave Melissa the giggles.
The boys came bursting through the door a little before 4 that afternoon.
“Hi, Kenny, hi, Tee-Jim.”
Kenny flipped her off and went directly into his room, slamming the door shut. Melissa said, “Porn.”
Tee-Jim, “Yep.”
“Want me to heat up some red beans an’ rice?”
“Sure!”
After his snack, Tee-Jim rinsed his plate and put it in the dishwasher.
No sense in putting it off. “Tee-Jim, how good are you at keeping a secret?”
“What?”
Melissa felt her cheeks getting warmer, “Um, something that is very, very, very private. About me.”
Big, infectious grin, “Something sexy?”
Melissa sighed, “Yeah.”
He put his hand over his heart and held his other hand up, palm facing her. “I swear.”
She had to grin at his suddenly-solemn manner, “Swear what?”
“To never, ever breathe a word to anyone in the world — living or dead.”
Another sigh, “Remember back when Miss Darlene gave me those four new tires?”
“Acourse — you were dancing on the ceiling.”
“Well, last week, she decided — Miss Darlene — that she wanted a ... a sort of special video.”
“Of you!”
“Of me.”
“Naked!”
“Shh. Naked.”
Tee-Jim slowed down, the enormity of the news sinking in.
“So she — Miss Darlene — sent one of Ray-Ray’s little camera girls.”
His voice was hushed, “Here?”
“Here.”
“Oh, wow, Mama, jess wow.”
“Miss Darlene ... I mean ... I thought ... maybe you’d be ... you’d want to see it?”
He glanced toward his brother’s room, put his hand over his heart again, and whispered, “I really mean it — no one, no one, will ever know.”
Melissa looked toward Kenny’s room, then turned her cell sideways. She wasn’t about to show it on the television set. Not with dickhead home. She carefully turned the volume down and, heart racing, pressed the button.
She studied Tee-Jim’s face as he stared at the little screen, mouth hanging open. At the end, when Melissa thrust her hips in the air and pointed her bare pussy right at the camera, Tee-Jim exploded just as Melissa was screaming, “YESSS!”
The boy turned to her, awe written large across his face. He spoke quietly, but from the heart, “Mama, that was the best ... the sexiest ... you are...”
While she wasn’t turned on by his earnest enthusiasm, she did feel some pride. In the way she looked, in his reaction, in ... well, damnit, she was hot.
She put an index finger on her lips.
He nodded eagerly, “No one. I promise.” Then he grinned that impish grin that she so adored, “I came in my pants. Jess looking.” Not in the least embarrassed.
“I could tell, honey. Now go clean up. And get cracking on that homework.”
He stood and gave her a mock salute, “Yes ma’am!”
Melissa immediately headed next door, “Done.”
Linda, “How do you feel, hon?”
“Relieved, most of all. I got through it.”
“That’s it? That’s all?”
“Well, I did feel kinda proud of myself. I mean, I did look real good.”
“You look fantastic. Now what about Tee-Jim?”
Melissa giggled, “He came. Right when I did”
“Yes!”
“At least it’s behind me.”
“What about your fuck tape?”
“Ray-Ray didn’t like gimme a schedule or anything. You know how busy he is.”
“But you are gonna show it to Tee-Jim? Whenever you get it?”
“Yeah, I am. And it’ll be easier — you know now that he’s ... you know.”
“Acourse — he’s already seen you cum, so the next one will be that much easier.”
“I guess. I think so, yeah.”
Then Linda stood up, a naughty grin on her face, “You stay right here, babe, I got me an idea.”
“Huh?”
She leaned down and grasped both of her friend’s hands, “Do you trust me?”
“What are you up to now?”
“I’ll be right back.”
A minute later Linda led Tee-Jim in by the hand. She winked at Melissa, “The dickhead is still watching porn.”
Melissa frowned. What in the world was her friend up to?
Linda winked at the boy, “You loved watching your sweet mama cum, didn’t you?”
Tee-Jim whipped his head around. Melissa shrugged, “Me an’ Linda share everything — you know that.”
Linda jumped in, “But that doesn’t mean you can share the news, mister.”
“Oh, I know, Mrs. Comeaux.” He nodded to himself, “I promised.”
“Oooh — such a good little boy. A good little boy who deserves a treat — right, Mama?”
“You wouldn’t dare.” But Melissa knew that bestie would, indeed, dare.
Linda sat the boy down between her and his mother. She picked up her remote and Tee-Jim gasped. He understood at that moment what was up.
“She’s much sexier on the big screen, just watch.”
Melissa, over the shock, decided to just go with the flow. Tee-Jim had already seen all that there was to see — did it really make a difference, big screen or small?
She and Linda glanced at his bulge — no surprise about his excitement. They had both seen two Miss-Kitty videos that showed him naked in the Saturday-morning audience. Naked, erect, and spurting cum. Linda had squeezed her friend’s hand, “Nice — a little thicker than most of those other boys.”
Melissa agreed. She, along with dozens of other mothers, had seen clips of their sons masturbating. Darlene made sure that Ray-Ray and his video crew captured every boy at some point. And that he and his little girls delivered the clips to every mother. What had been shocking the first few times was now accepted as ‘normal’.
So when each new boy turned 14, and his mother handed him $10 for the Saturday show, she did so knowing full well that she’d soon be sent a video clip.
Tee-Jim caught his breath at the very start, and held it for an entire minute. Both girls glanced again at his rather impressive bulge, but they too, were enthralled by Melissa’s performance. Linda had it on a loop, and let it run three times. Then she smiled at her friend, “Wine?”
“God, yes!”
Sitting in the kitchen, iced tea for Tee-Jim, Linda winked, “How do you like your mama’s pussy — bald an’ all?”
“I love it!”
“Me too.” Linda made a V with her fingers and waggled her tongue between them. Even Melissa had to laugh, “Stop it.”
“That’s not what you said last time, babe.”
Tee-Jim couldn’t tear his adoring eyes away from his mother.
Linda, “You may as well tell him the rest.”
Melissa sighed, just a little, and acknowledged the reality of her situation. She’d been thinking about how to break the fuck-video news to him anyway.
“Um, Tee-Jim ... that video we jess watched...”
“Yes?”
“Well, uh, Ray-Ray ... he...”
Tee-Jim, “He edits all of Darlene’s videos. He doesn’t even have to go to school anymore.”
Melissa nodded, “That’s right. An’ so it was um, it was natural for him to edit my video? The one we jess saw?”
“Acourse.”
Linda watched with fond amusement as her friend struggled to find the words.
“So ... see ... uh, remember how I always tried to raise you boys to have good manners? To be polite? To say ‘please’ an’ ‘thank-you’?”
Tee-Jim nodded, thinking of the dickhead.
“Well, it took some work ... you know editing it an’ all. So I wanted to ... I decided to ... um, show Ray-Ray my appreciation?”
Tee-Jim gasped, “Did he get to fuck you? For real?” He was obviously in awe of Ray-Ray’s great fortune. And not at all upset that his mother strayed. Which made everything a little bit easier for Melissa.
She sat up straighter, “Yes. Yes, he did.”
Linda nudged her.
“An’ ... well Ray-Ray probably gets so much pussy these days?”
Tee-Jim nodded eagerly.
“So he doesn’t like to waste his time?”
The boy frowned in confusion.
“I mean, when he’s ready to do it ... he ... well, he likes the girl to be ready too?”
“Oh?”
She just blurted it out, “He brought two little girls with him. To, you know, warm me up? For him?”
“An’ it’s all on video? You an’ the girls an’ Ray-Ray?”
Melissa looked down at the floor and nodded.
Linda punched Tee-Jim on the shoulder, “An’ we’re all gonna watch it right here.”
A huge, beaming smile, “Mrs. Comeaux, this is the best day of my life. Ever. By a mile.”
Melissa felt a small surge of relief wash over her. Tee-Jim now knew all of it. Sure, she’d still have to show him the fuck video. But at least putting everything on the table was behind her.
That night at dinner, Melissa and Tee-Jim didn’t look at each other. But when dickhead went back to watch more porn and Roger was glued to some ballgame on TV, Tee-Jim came up to her in the kitchen and hugged her from behind.
Whispered, “I love you, Mama — you’re amazing.”
She could feel his bulge against her butt, and understood that was probably the main reason for his sudden show of affection. But she didn’t pull away — let the boy enjoy a few seconds.
She put her arms over his, leaned her head back, and smiled at the ceiling, “Yeah, I am kind of amazing.”
The next morning, Melissa walked downtown, into Miss Kitty’s, and up the stairs to Darlene’s office. She handed her two twenties and a ten. Darlene wrote out a receipt and said, “You’re getting closer hon — another $155 and we’re square.”
“Uh, how am I doing on the other? The Tee-Jim stuff?”
“You tell me, dear.”
“Yes ma’am. Well, I showed him my cum video last night. An’ tole him about ... you know, Ray-Ray an’ all.”
Darlene sat placidly — something she had picked up from Kate. It encouraged others to keep talking.
“An’ I tole him he kin watch that one too.”
“I’m proud of you, Melissa, such a good little girl.”
She beamed.
“And you’re off to a good little start with Tee-Jim.”
As Melissa walked home, about all she could think about was the word ‘start’. She was off to a good start with Tee-Jim.
She went straight to Linda’s and described the conversation. Linda just nodded, not in the least surprised. Not with Darlene Pellerin running the show.
Melissa, “So?”
“Well, babe, Tee-Jim has seen you naked. Has watched you cum. An’ he will be seeing you get licked and fucked.”
“So.”
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