Chapter 113: Esther Mouton, 40, negotiator...

It was Slim Hebert who gave Carole and Naomi, Richie and Randy, a ride to the Bayou Bar. Sinéad greeted Naomi warmly, “Ah, tis like a Royal is gracing us with her presence. Thank you so much for coming.”

“I’m delighted to be here, Sinéad. Truly.”

Ray-Ray was already there with two tripods set up. And he’d be moving around with the third camera.

Slim said, “This is a special audience this morning.” The two dozen or so women grinned and nodded. Their children — boys and girls — were obviously excited to be included.

Slim gestured at the crowd, “These are mothers who have not yet fucked their sons. I’m hoping that seeing a city girl in action will change a few minds.”

The kids grinned and nudged each other — it was obvious which side they were on. The moms nodded in agreement to Slim’s observation — they knew why they’d been invited. Didn’t mean they were committed, but ... well, here they were.

There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment on the subject of fucking their sons — every mother in the Cajun Bayous now talked openly about it. Who was already doing it, who was likely to start. And each mama would discuss her personal likelihood — which ranged from ‘never’ to ‘maybe’ to “I’m getting closer’.

Before the main event, Slim took Naomi by the hand and led the naked woman into the crowd — introducing her, and saying the name of every bayou mother.

“This here’s Helen Préjean — she’s got 2 boys and 1 girl.”

Naomi shook hands formally with each woman. It was obviously a big moment for them — not only meeting a city girl, but one who was fucking her boy.

Naomi had sucked Randy off right before they left for the City Dock — so he should last a while. On the bed — completely encircled by the audience — Naomi quickly sucked him erect. Then he licked her to the murmured approval of the women. While they hadn’t made the big step, three of them had their boys going down on them.

Bayou-wide that was seen as fair — many moms had been jerking their boys off. And a not-inconsiderable percentage of them were blowing the horny little bastards. The maternal attitude toward having their pussy licked was, “It’s about time.”

The crowd edged closer and Naomi told Slim, “I’ll be on top — give everyone a good view.”

“Good girl.”

The contrast was more than city and country. Naomi and Randy were natural blondes with the pubic hearts to prove it. In addition they stood out because they were so pale.

Naomi did a quick internal inventory. How was she feeling about herself? The psychology major found it interesting — she wasn’t thinking about the incestuous nature of the live-sex act. No, she was focused on her own excitement. Of all of the people watching her. Of being genuinely horny and excited.

She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked in public. She wanted to be fucked on film. That Randy was her son was now only a minor plus — a little bonus.

Grinning widely, Naomi straddled Randy and eased him in. There was a collective sigh of relief and appreciation as his cock disappeared into her pussy.

She leaned back on her hands, her face raised to the sky, and closed her eyes to concentrate. The audience got it.

“Look! She’s squeezing her pussy!”

“She’s gonna make him cum with jess her pussy!”

Occasionally she pulled back so only the head was still embedded. The women grinned and nudged each other. The boys were rapt, staring and stroking. Their sisters were equally attentive — wide-eyed in wonder at actually seeing a city girl do it. A few of them had watched their friends’ mothers fuck their sons, but this — this was an actual, real city mama.