Susan Smith thinks she’s served enough time in prison for the 1994 murder of her two young sons — a case that shocked the nation and made her a household name.
Her first parole hearing for her life sentence is Nov. 4 — and she’s spent the past few months convinced that she could be getting out, family members said.
As a result, she’s hard at work finding sugar daddies willing to bankroll her life on the outside. And the 52-year-old inmate is not above engaging in a little phone sex to lure them in, according to family sources and South Carolina prison call recordings reviewed by The Post.
“It’s time for me to get out,” she told one suitor earlier this year in one call. “I’ve done my time. I’m ready to go.”
In a March conversation with one suitor, she asked him how she can support herself if she gets out. He told her that she has a large nest egg waiting for her if she’s paroled — a combination of funds from the sale of family property, gifts from admirers and money that he has saved up.
“I’ll tell you what I did last night, thinking of you,” the caller told Smith. “I made a spreadsheet that starts out with $213,000. You’re gonna have more than that. I think you’ll be in the $220,000 range, all put together.”
The man continued, “You can [spend] $40,000 a year. While you’re withdrawing from that balance, it’s still earning interest on the undrawn amount.”
“In 20 years’ time, you will have spent most of that,” he said. “but you will still have some of it left over.”
After a short pause, Smith signed. “I love you so much,” she said.
“I love you too,” he replied, before they began to make kissing noises to each other.
The conversation then turned sexual, complete with giggling and heavy breathing.
“I’m going to have you in the front seat of my car,” the man said after speculating what she’d look like in a wet T-shirt.
“You’re so bad,” she responded with a giggle. “I have some ideas of things we can do. But I’m going to make you wiggle and squirm before I tell you.”
“Babe,” he said, “I’m already wiggling and squirming.”
But this man is not alone; Smith has carried on sexual and romantic conversations with at least a dozen men in the past 3 years, according to prison call recordings, which are public under South Carolina law.
In another conversation with a different man from late last year, she speculated how she would wake him up in the morning.
“I have ways to get your attention,” she teased. “I can get you up in the morning. And I mean up.”
The reality is that Smith is unlikely to be paroled on her first attempt — or possibly ever, according to experts.
Smith was a 22-year-old mom when she let her car roll into John D. Long Lake in Union County, SC, with her sons — 3-year-old Michael and 14-month-old Alexander — still strapped into their car seats. She stood on the side of the lake as the vehicle sank to the bottom, drowning both boys.
Smith then falsely told police that a black man had carjacked her and kidnapped the boys, leading to a manhunt where authorities went door-to-door among local neighborhoods that were predominantly African-American.
Smith and her then-husband, David, appeared on national news, pleading for the boys’ safe return.
Nine days later, Smith finally confessed that there was no carjacker, and that she had driven the boys into the lake.
Her alleged motive: She was having an affair with a wealthy man who didn’t want children.
She was convicted of murder, but spared the death penalty and instead given life in prison with the possibility of parole after 30 years.
David Smith, who has since remarried and welcomed two additional children, and his family plan to vehemently oppose her release.
That hasn’t stopped Smith from thinking she’s about to become a free woman again.
“She’s figuring out her future,” a family member told The Post. “She is seeing who she can rely on, and who will be able to help her.”
The Post confirmed that Smith has expressed her intent to appear at the hearing.
The South Carolina Department of Probation, Parole and Pardon Services has notified the victims’ family of the upcoming hearing.
