Chapter 21: Pearl Mouton, 40, mother of four...

On their third trip to Cunts Corner, Joe-Joe wasn’t completely relaxed, but he seemed less uptight than before. He still stayed on the opposite side of the deck, but hadn’t hesitated to strip.

Sinéad didn’t have a live show scheduled that morning, but a chubby little Cajun teenage boy was sitting on his mother’s lap, sucking another boy’s cock. There was a line of three others waiting their turn.

As she reclined, sipping a Dixie, Tammy idly wondered if his mama was rewarding him or punishing him — then she decided it didn’t really make all that much of a difference. Tammy was getting used to the rhythms and easy sexual attitudes of the Cajun Bayous.

With public mother-fucking becoming more common, a friendly blowjob hardly needed newsworthy. In fact, other than the boys waiting their turn, she and Joe-Joe seemed to be the only ones paying much attention.

Rose answered Tammy’s unasked question, “That’s Pearl Mouton — she has four boys. She makes ‘em suck each other off ever’ night.” Rose nodded to herself, “Keeps ‘em outta her bed.”

“Makes sense.” And it did, in a bayou kind of way. She gestured at them, “So what’s this?”

“Oh, Johnnie prolly sassed her. Pearl, she don’ take no sass, no ma’am. She’ll probably leave him here, go back to work — she done that once before.”

“And while he’s here alone?”

“Oh, he’ll suck cock ‘til she comes back. Everybody knows you don’ fuck around, Pearl Mouton, no ma’am.”

Tammy’s bayou orientation was reaching the point where the punishment sounded almost normal. She found herself wondering if Joe-Joe would work up the nerve to get in the line.

Then she gasped — CC himself had shown up and was chatting amiably with Joe-Joe. Tammy immediately calmed herself down — CC wouldn’t rat her out — her secret was safe.

Though how had he known she was here? Was it just a coincidence? Probably not. He and Sinéad talked almost every day. Tammy had the distinct impression that while Sinéad owned the Bayou Bar and Bank, CC was behind the scenes and making the important decisions —like the live shows.

Tammy devoured the boy with her eyes. So tan. Those shoulders. And that beautiful erection.

Then, no surprise, CC was walking Joe-Joe over to Cunts Corner. Tammy hid a grin — no telling what mischief her lover boy was up to.

“Joe-Joe, introduce me to your sweet mama. She is one sexy woman.”

Her son, beet red, but trying to act cool, said, “Sure, CC, this is Mama. Mama, CC.”

CC held out his hand and grinned, “I been wanting to meet you since the first time I seen you, Mrs. Lafayette. You are about the hottest woman down here.”

She kept a straight face, “Why thank you, young man.”

The boys, squinting in the sunlight, both had erections. Joe-Joe’s color deepened as Rose began slathering Tammy with sunblock.

CC said, “Mrs. Lafayette, me an’ Sinéad sure do appreciate all the city folks that Joe-Joe brings here. It’s nice to meet new people.”

“Yes, yes it is, CC. But call me Tammy.”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am. But we ain’t the only ones appreciating Joe-Joe.” CC boldly grasped the boy’s boner and waggled it back and forth, “A lot of bayou girls think he’s really cute.”