Chapter 207: Peggy Alain, 31, “Let Me Wait Until He Kin Cum.”...

Ray-Ray wasn’t in any particular hurry with Rosie and her son, Mattie. She was now sucking him off on a regular basis. And the boy was learning to lick her pussy.

But Ray-Ray was perceptive as well as experienced, and he soon realized that going through Peggy was more efficient than waiting for Rosie to flounder around before she agreed to do what they all knew she was gong to do anyway.

So he stopped by Peggy’s one morning as soon as her son, Gordy, had left for the school bus.

He handed her four crisp one hundred-dollar bills. Peggy giggled.

Ray-Ray placed a palm on her cheek and smiled gently, “Take Rosie to the Cajun Arms this morning at 8:30 — room 212.”

“Okay, sure. And?”

“Around 9, two gentlemen from Jackson will knock. They’re associates of Kate’s so you know how special they are.”

Peggy nodded, “Okay — 8:30. Room 212. 8:30. Room 212.”

Her compliance was as simple as that. He didn’t mention the hidden cameras.

At the door, “Thank you, Ray-Ray, so much.”

“You’re most welcome. Now don’t be late.”

“We won’t. Uh, Ray-Ray, you want we should put on a show first?” Peggy loved being watched.

“Save it for the intermission — they’ll be wanting pussy first thing.”

“Oh sure, oh sure.”

He was standing outside her front door. Rosie was watching from across the way.

“Peggy, Rosie knows I’m going to have her start fucking Mattie, does’t she?”

“Acourse she knows. Doesn’t mean she wants to, but I can get her over the hurdle. I been working on her, getting her mind around it.”

“Good girl, I’m proud of you. You’re still fucking Mattie on a regular basis, right?”

Peggy was startled that he’d even ask, “Acourse — that’s what you tole me to do. An’ I make sure Rosie is right there with us.”

“Good. Start getting her used to the idea that I’ll be having the three of you putting on live shows pretty soon.”

“Where? The motel?”

“Sure, but for larger groups — Miss Kitty’s.”

Peggy beamed.

Ray-Ray, “Have you been thinking about Gordie?” Peggy’s son.

“Acourse. I mean everyone knows what Kate wants.”

“How old is he?”

“He jess turned 10.”

“What are you doing with him so far?”

Peggy blushed and looked down, “Uh, nothing yet. I mean you never told me...” Then she brightened a little, “But I am thinking about it. Me an’ Rosie talk about our boys alla time.”

“That’s fine, Peggy — I don’t want you doing anything with him yet — Eulalie hasn’t signed off on it.”

She was clearly relieved that she hadn’t been derelict. “Okay, Ray-Ray, you jess tell me when. And, you know, what I should be doing with him.”

“What have you and Rosie talked about?”

“Well, I thought I would blow him — acourse he can’t cum yet — no wet dreams or anything.”

“And what does Rosie say?”

“Well, she’s kinda old-fashioned. She thinks I should jess jack him off a few times — you know, before I blow him.”

“And eventually?”

She blinked in surprise at the unnecessary question, “Why you’ll have me fuck him.” She. nodded to herself, “Acourse.” The Son-Fucker movement had so permeated the town’s psyche that the subject was now front of mind for most mothers.

“How do you feel about that, Peggy?”

She had obviously given it some thought, “Well, I guess I’m kinda old fashioned too. I mean, when it comes to Gordy. I’d feel better if you’d let me wait until he kin cum.” She nodded to herself again, “It jess seems more natural that way.”

“Well, I’ll let you know. But tell me — how are you feeling these days? About yourself?”

“Ray-Ray, I feel more alive than I’ve felt for years! Colors are brighter, I wake up smiling ... it’s jess ... um, better, life is better all around.”

A common reaction. Ray-Ray and Darlene had heard similar comments from several young women.