Hell, if she had more experience, she show that young shit something!
Halvatia watched Carter and June walked toward and into the kitchen. Her sharp Bayou sense of people detected a change. The Missus had a glow about her. I ain’t seen her glow like that in years. And, Carter had the nervous look of a boy who had his hands in the cookie jar! Or maybe his mom’s pussy, Halvatia mused.
They seemed to walk a trifle closer together. When they talked as they crossed the ballroom and entered the kitchen, their heads would run toward each other, their lips close to touching.
Dose herbs I been giving her may be working too well. Instead of her husband, she be loving her son. Dey look like two lovers, she thought, lovers that are trying to keep it a secret. Now what done happened dere?
She did not fancy herself an expert on sex and relationships. She laughing thought of herself as a lifetime student of the art of fucking. Dese two be fucking she thought. Miss Curry had no deep seated prohibitions against incest. She and her brother and sister used to play with each other back in the swamp. They did not have much choice. Everybody for miles around was relatives. She glanced down at the bulge in Carter’s jeans. Nice work if you could get it, she thought. She knew the boy could fuck, she taught him herself!
“Good morning, Missus, Mister! Dis morning we got my special Spanish eggs and thick sliced maple cured bacon. My cousin do this himself in his smokehouse. Also I baked some bread this week so the toast is my homemade bread. Da butter and jam is on the serving table and the coffee is fresh made and hot. I added a little chicory to tot it up some.”
“Thank you, Miss Curry! Have Caitlin and her family ate yet?”
“Dey grabbed some toast and coffee and headed for the beach with the baby.
Dey say dey gona walk before dey eat!”
Carter sighed in relief. Caitlin had been almost apoplectic when he called her cell this morning to tell her about eating mom. She sounded jealous even though she suggested it. Carter thought he would never understand women.
He watched Miss Curry’s large ass jiggle as she pulled toast from the toaster oven. She was as big as his mother and sister were small. He was not great at guessing bra sizes, but based on some porn he saw, he put her chest at about 40D with hips to match. She worked for the family for as long as he could remember. She was as much family as his mom and Caitlin. Her earthy sexuality attracted him. She had kids his age…but still! He realized his mother had said something.
“I’m sorry mom! What did you say?”
June felt a twinge of…something as she watched her son ogle Miss Curry’s large ass. Was that the kind of woman who attracted him? A big obvious Creole who sometimes went without and bra and should wear a girdle on her big floppy ass!
“I said you promised to help me plan and shop for the Halloween party this weekend. Right after breakfast I want to go to over to the party store and start getting some ideas.
“Sure, mom, I am yours for the weekend!”