Chapter 147: Daisy Theriot, 41, Amanda’s Lover...

Daisy Theriot was a big-boned woman. Not fat, not bulky, just solid. She looked more like some of the girls who lived down in the Cajun Bayous than the city girls.

She was a cheerful woman by nature. She had wanted more children — two more — but still enjoyed her life. She had three close girlfriends — one of whom — Amanda — was a frequent bed partner. She also kept in touch with two former boyfriends, but they were only occasional flings — maybe two or three times a year when she was in a certain mood.

Her husband of 21 years, Andrew, was a renowned diesel mechanic with his own shop and two apprentices. He was in demand throughout the southern tier of Mississippi, and traveled a good 20% of the time. That gave both him and Daisy some freedom. She had Amanda, and he had a 14-year-old sweetie up in Biloxi.

They knew about each other without really knowing about each other.

Daisy’s son Billy was a typical 14-year-old boy — curious, sometimes rebellious, often cranky, sometimes clingy. Daisy understood the hormonal rollercoaster ride he was on and didn’t get too upset when things got rocky. Nor overly pleased and complacent when he craved motherly affection.

A typical family, Sausalito version.

Interestingly, Carole selected Rhonda O’Malley to pitch the City Boy program to Daisy. Rhonda was as Yankee as the town had seen. From a Boston suburb with that unmistakable Boston accent. Bahston.

Yet Rhonda and Daisy hit it off, almost from the start. It helped that their sons — Sean and Billy — were pals. Jack-off buddies, in fact. Their mothers were not only aware of the two-boy circle jerk, they approved. As Rhonda said, “At least Sean isn’t knocking up some little twat.”

Daisy, with a street-pragmatism that would have fit right in down in the bayous, agreed, “Rhonda, I wouldn’t mind if they were sucking cock — they’re just hormones at that age.”

Rhonda laughed, “I’ve swallowed enough cum in my days — let them take a turn.” She didn’t mention that the cum she’d been ingesting lately came from Sean.

She and Daisy were discussing the mechanics of Daisy’s love life. “When Andy’s traveling, I jess spend the night with Amanda. That ole gal has my number.”

“What about Billy — does he suspect anything?”

Daisy seemed unconcerned, “I’m not sure. He’s been asking about ‘Aunt Amanda’ lately.” She shrugged, “He wouldn’t rat me out — I let him and Sean watch as much porn as they like. I jess leave ‘em alone behind closed doors.”

“Me too. Speaking of Sean — I’m taking him down to the Bayou Bar this Saturday.”

“Whatever for? I’ve lived here all my life an’ never been there.”

Rhonda grinned, “Pussy.”

“What!”

“Those bayou mamas are a pretty sporty bunch. Their new thing is fucking city boys. The owner of the bar — her name’s Sinéad Donahue — told me Sean can fuck a girl every time he shows up. It’s like a ... a prestige thing down there. City cock.”

“My God!”

Rhonda shrugged, “Sean’s 14 — about time he lost his cherry.”

Daisy looked at her Yankee friend thoughtfully, “Any city boy?”

“If you’re asking about Billy — yes. He’s a boy. He lives in the city.”

“I need to think about this.”

“Take your time — I’m leaving at 10 on Saturday. There’s room for you guys in Joe-Joe’s boat.”

“Joe-Joe Lafayette. I’ve heard he’s been taking people down there.”