Chapter 287: Christian Devereaux, 15, ten dollars...

At home, after the video shoot, Charity Devereaux couldn’t shake CC Hebert. The idea of him. Couldn’t get him out of her mind. At supper, her son, Christian, said, “Earth to Cherry, earth to Cherry.”

“Huh?”

“Where you been? Not here at the table with your only offspring.”

“Oh sorry — what were you saying?”

Theatrical sigh, “Mamacita, if I didn’t need ten bucks, I’d send you to your room. Naughty little girl.”

Cherry thought, “If only you knew!”

“Ten dollars? Oh — Saturday morning, Miss Kitty’s.”

“Duh.”

She smiled at her handsome boy fondly, “Do you know who’s going to be, ah, performing?”

“No — Miss Broussard never says — it’s a surprise every week.”

“Well, you know where my bank vault is — help yourself.”

“Thanks — maybe I’ll keep you.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll spank your little butt.”

“Bare?”

“Oh, God, I’m living with a total perv.”

Cherry got along pretty well with her ‘only offspring’. Chris had been good — sympathetic to both his mom and dad during the separation and divorce period. Divorce wasn’t all that common in Sausalito, but it certainly wasn’t unheard of.

And so, Cherry was usually pretty lenient with Chris. She cheerfully handed him ten bucks for the Saturday show when he turned 14. Every mom in town knew about the practice — 50 or 60 naked boys, jack-off towels, two girls making out on the stage.

Other than the religious contingent, most mothers now accepted what was once shocking with equanimity. The tide came in twice a day — naked boys jerked off on Saturday mornings.

Likewise, Cherry allowed porn-privileges without checking his browser history. The only restrictions — “No sicko stuff, Chrissy.”

Animals, bathrooms, rape, torture — she outlined the no-fly zone without going into much detail. She hoped, with some degree of confidence, that he would honor his pledge.

The major slack she cut him — complete privacy when one or two of his little friends came over. Cherry told her friend, Jolene Horton, “I know they jack-off together. Maybe do each other.”

Jolene shrugged — masturbation was one of the tamer topics in her life. She was one of Darlene’s veteran dancers —- and a Blowjob Room regular.

Cherry was still musing, “In fact, I wouldn’t mind if they were sucking each other off.”

“Acourse.”

That was a not-uncommon position for many Sausalito moms. As in the Cajun Bayous, they simply didn’t want their boys knocking up some little girl.

Another domestic change that made Cherry hide her smile started after Chris turned 14. And became a Miss-Kitty regular. When it was just the two of them, Chris had started hanging out in his underwear.

“Jolene, I know he fluffs it up.”

Her friend a regular visitor to the Devereaux house, smiled, “An’ it stays nice an’ bulgy too.”

“Youth.”

Chris had a massive crush on Jolene. He’d gotten to see her twice on stage. Both times with another girl. Cherry, curious herself, had pressed him for details.

It took some arm-twisting, some coaxing, but he eventually dished. Both Cherry and Chris were blushing, but he stumbled through it, “She an’ Mrs. Lacroix got naked like right away! Not even two minutes.”