Chapter 37: Rémy Thibodeaux, 37, Long-Range Planner...

“Last night, I gave him a goodnight kiss. A good one.”

Kitty was in the Chief’s office, giving Rémy one of her regular updates.

Rémy smiled at her, “Talk to me.”

“It was the second time he’s seen me naked, an’ he kinda blushed but he didn’t look away. I ask him, would he like a goodnight kiss and his head was bobbing up and down like one of those dolls on a dashboard.”

Rémy smiled.

“I was givin’ him plenty of tongue an’ I reach under the sheet.” She grinned, pleased with herself. Proud. “Hard as a baseball bat.”

“Good girl.”

“Rémy, I think I coulda sucked him off, pretty sure. But I like taking my time, not scaring him to death.”

“That’s fine, Kitty, but Kate came up with a twist — I think you’ll like it. See, when I arrest him...”

Kitty listened to the new plan carefully. Nodded her approval. “I do like it. In fact, I like it a lot. This way it won’t be my fault when I do him. I’ll have to — we don’t got any choice, me an’ Jared.”

“Exactly right. Now, first thing, make an appointment at Wendy’s. Kate wants your pussy bald for the video.”

“Acourse, acourse. An’ that’ll be a good excuse to show it to Jared — like a before and after?”

“Good girl. And it will look sexier when Kate posts the video.”

“Rémy, tell me that part again.”

“Okay. Ray-Ray will edit it so that you and Jared remain completely anonymous — no faces at all.”

Kitty pondered that for a while, “The more I picture it, the more I kinda like it. Everyone in town will see my body, see how sexy I am.”

“I like the way you think.”

“Is that all you like?”

He smiled at her fondly, “You and June meet me tonight at the City Dock.”

“What time?”

“Hmm... 9 — I’ll be working late this evening.”

“We’ll be there!”

Rémy was pleased with the girl’s compliance. And knew that she was quite a catch for Kate. Kitty Arceneaux was upper middle class by Sausalito standards. And to have her fucking her son — well, that would set a new standard in town.

Kate would spread the news without outing Kitty. A perfectly normal housewife and mother — a relatively wealthy woman who had never worked at Miss Kitty’s — had volunteered to fuck her son.

There would be the redacted video — probably more than one. Kitty would be interviewed in the Sausalito Chronicle. And on Shannon Says with her voice disguised to protect her identity.

But most important, of the most value to Kate, Kitty would be working her own network of friends. Bringing mother-fucking into the conversations, gradually emphasizing the positive sides, gently encouraging these young mothers to consider what once would have been an incomprehensible subject.

Kitty would focus on girls just like herself — lively, sexual, but with no professional experience. Solidly middle class. Eventually, Kitty would point out the most likely prospects to Kate. Who would take it from there.

Kate had almost 20 years of experience. She knew how to evaluate, probe, cajole, and, eventually, convince.

Rémy had no doubt — well, very little — that Kate would end up with four or five young mommies who would take the plunge.

And that would be all it would take. Everyone in town would be aware of it. Alert to the fact that these weren’t whores. Weren’t strippers. Weren’t even Calendar Girls.

And that awareness would permeate the town psyche. Little girls would grow up knowing that the act not only existed, but that respectable women — some respectable women — engaged in it voluntarily and, in some cases, gleefully.

Like the act of sucking cock — all the kids knew about the Blowjob rooms. And, of course, that you swallowed. Kate’s intention, her longterm goal, was to make fucking your mother sound almost as normal as cocksucking to young girls as they grew up.

The boys were easier, of course. With so many town mothers working at Miss Kitty’s, performing on Saturday mornings, posing nude ... well, it was easy, almost natural, to start looking at your own mom as a sex object.

As each new generation of girls arrived at a marriageable age, more and more brides would have the concept tucked away in some corner of their minds.

One day, not soon, but one day, Kate would feature mother-fuckers on her stage just as they did in Cunts Corner. And it wouldn’t be snuck into a late-night show. No, it would become a regular feature just like Moms Gone Wild and the Saturday morning shows.

One day. But for now, Kitty Arceneaux was the key to the future.