Chapter 202: Rosie Lambert, 32, sperm-donor’s mother...

Ray-Ray waited on his Vespa a block from the Lambert house. He saw Rosie’s husband, Matthew, leave for work. A few minutes later, Mattie left for school.

When Rosie answered the door, she was startled, “Oh, hi, Ray-Ray. Um, Mattie just caught the school bus.”

“That’s okay — I came to see you. On behalf of Kate Broussard.”

“What?”

Rosie knew that the boy was Kate’s photographer. Videographer. But what did that have to do with her? And she’d heard the rumors about him — the Dirty Dozen, the Calendar Girls, the Motel Girls. Hard to give much credence to the chatter that he’d taken them to bed, but so many people had been talking abut it...

Ray-Ray just stood there smiling.

“Oh, where are my manners — come in, come in.”

In the kitchen, “Coffee?”

“Yes please — and some juice if you have it.” Get her in a compliant mood first.

Rosie was a pretty woman whose Latina background gave her slightly darker skin tones than many of her Cajun neighbors. Like her son, Mattie, she was petite — Ray-Ray was a good four or five inches taller. She was wearing a light ankle-length robe.

As she poured she said, ‘Kate?”

“She saw you downtown the other day — at the farmer’s market.”

“Oh yeah — they had fresh oysters — my boys love ‘em.”

“She wants you to dance on a Saturday morning.”

Rosie blushed — visible even though her dark skin. “Me?” She scoffed, “Me? I’m 32-years-old — way past my sell-by date. I mean as far as strippers are concerned. Miss-Kitty strippers, anyway.”

Ray-Ray had learned the value of quietude from Kate.

She leaned back, clutching her robe tightly at the neck, “I mean, I’m no prude — I’ve even been to a couple of shows there. Three.”

Ray-Ray just smiled.

She got a thoughtful look on her face, “But even if I did it once — you know, for a lark — well, I wouldn’t be comfortable if Mattie — you know.”

“Hmm.”

“I mean, that’s required, right? Your son has to be there? I mean, everyone knows that.”

Ray-Ray smiled warmly at the woman.

“I mean it’s ... um, flattering to be asked. I’m honored ... but...”

Ray-Ray sipped his juice.

“I wonder what Peggy would think? Peggy Alain — she’s my best — she’s pretty gutsy — maybe you should ask her to — God, this is coming out of nowhere.”

Ray-Ray added a little milk to his coffee and stirred.

“I mean in theory, I could sort of see — no, what am I thinking about?”

He took out his cell, “I’ll take a couple of pictures, Rosie — just for Kate. No one else will see them.” Use her first name.

Rosie opened her mouth, then closed it. Stared at the boy — so calm, so comfortable in his own skin.

“Just Kate?”

He made a ‘stand up’ gesture. Rosie felt herself rising as if under some spell.

“Wait! I haven’t had my shower. Do I have time?”

“Of course. Put a couple of slices in the toaster for me, please.”

“Acourse, acourse.”

As he buttered his toast, Ray-Ray was not even remotely surprised at his success. He and Darlene were seasoned pros at this juncture. Neither was he arrogant. He knew that it was Kate’s name — and the fact that Rosie knew he worked for her — that got him in the door. And the fact that his mother, Gigi, was so well-known and respected.

No, Ray-Ray knew full well that he was no master seducer — he was riding the coattails of Kate and Gigi. And it was that awareness that kept him from being a total jerk with women. Well, it was also his upbringing and his innate kindness.

Posing Rosie in the nude had just been an impulse. His original mission had been to show her the video of Mattie jacking off in the nurse’s office. A video clip of each boy would eventually be shown to each mother. Ray-Ray was making a personal call just to test the waters — to see what a mom’s reaction would be.

In the shower, Rosie had reviewed what she knew — what she remembered of the Calendar Girls. Ordinary housewives just like her. But Kate and Ray-Ray had them masturbating on camera. Kissing each other — fooling around.

Well, at least he hadn’t brought another woman along. That was something. And the knowledge that Kate thought she was sexy enough — even at 32 — now that was uplifting in itself.

She studied herself in the mirror — trying to be objective. Trying to imagine what Kate would see. What all those boys would see. Suddenly she thought of Peggy, and reached for her cell.

She had a whispered conversation — in essence, Peggy told her, “Girl, this is the chance of a lifetime. You don’t do it, you’ll be sorry the rest of your life. And you can handle Matthew — you got him pussy-whipped.”

Rosie was still looking at her naked body. She whispered, “I’m gonna do it.” She ended the call, put her robe back on and, heart fluttering, went back toward the kitchen.

When Rosie returned, she had calmed herself down. She was still wearing the same robe, but Ray-Ray knew she was now naked underneath.

She smiled tentatively, “I haven’t done this since John Lee Hooker.” Shrug. “Um, how ... where ... uh, what should I do?”

Ray-Ray smiled down at her, and untied the robe. Tossed it on a chair. She colored slightly, but stood up straighter. She was Kate-approved and that meant a lot. No other guy had seen her naked since — God, since middle school. She had married Matthew when she was so young.

Her suntanned skin was in sharp contrast to where her bathing suit had covered her. Her conservative, one-piece suit that Peggy teased her about. That Mattie had photographed her in, He’d been so proud of her.

Ray-Ray twirled his finger and she blushed, but did a slow pirouetted for him. He patted her butt, “Nice.” She smiled, surprised at how grateful she was for the small compliment.

He ran a finger up and down her bald pussy, “Nicer.”

“Thank you, Ray-Ray. Me an’ — Peggy an’ I go to Wendy’s regular. We like the look.”

“So do I. So will Kate.”

“Thank you.”

“We’ll start outside — in the sunlight.”

“Oh, okay. It’s pretty private back there.”

Ray-Ray was trying out a new technique — he stopped every minute or so to show her the photos and video clips. It broke the rhythm of the shoot, but it encouraged Rosie because she looked so good. Hot. Sexy.

He led her back inside, “Take a quick rinse-off, then cum for me.”

Simple, straightforward. And, she’d been expecting it — all the stories were true. Or at least some of them.

“Sure.” Rosie was long past having any reservations about posing. She had agreed to it, and was now into it. She was one of Kate’s girls now. That thought gave her a little burst of confidence.

After her second shower, when he nodded at her bed, she giggled and placed a pillow under her butt without being told to. It didn’t take her long to enter an almost fugue state — Ray-Ray, the camera, his surprise appearance — all of that faded into the background.

She’d fingered herself hundreds, perhaps thousands of times — and the familiar sensations were ever so welcome. Her eyes were closed and she arched up, “YESSS!”

A few moments later, she grinned, “Again?”

“Not right now — let’s watch it on your flatscreen.”

It never occurred to her to put on her robe — she just followed him into her living room and watched as he keyed up the video.

She was fascinated — the first time she’d been filmed in the buff. And certainly the first time to see herself in a sexual moment. She liked what she saw.

Ray-Ray said, “Now we’re going to watch Mattie’s physical exam.”

Rosie frowned, “The sperm one? That was taped?”

“Of course — all the tests were recorded for review.”

“Oh. I got an email — it said he was fine.”

“Yep — passed with flying colors.”

Rosie gasped a little when he first appeared. He was naked, erect, and stroking himself. Ray-Ray, “Nice cock — what would you say, about 6 inches?”

Rosie nodded dumbly — she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Ray-Ray paused the video and drew her hand down between her thighs. She looked at him frankly — it was obvious what he wanted her to do.

She glanced back a the image of her son. Looked to Ray-Ray again. Then staring into his large, soulful, brown eyes she began touching herself.

The brilliantly-edited video seemed to be more about Rosie than her son. Rosie watched and listened intently:

“She’s a MILF.”

“I masturbate — you know, cuming in her mouth.”

The clincher — “Oh Mama!” as he spurted off — made Rosie grin in spite of herself.

Ray-Ray scooted over on the couch and restarted the tape, “Cum for me.” He aimed his camera at her.

She just nodded and fingered herself as she watched her son jacking off again. Subconsciously she knew it was an added layer of naughtiness. A hint of the forbidden. But she was telling herself, “I’m one of Kate’s girls now. I’m one of Kate’s girls.”

She didn’t climax at the exact moment Mattie did, but was only a few seconds behind. As the loop ran, she continued diddling herself and was just on the brink when Ray-Ray held her wrist, and pulled her hand away.