Chapter 5: Tammy Lafayette, 30, Sausalito Mother...

Eulalie Guidry herself had selected the name of the next Cajun Bayous project. ‘Fuck Your Son Week’ was blunt and to the point. It reflected the ethos of those bayou mothers — pragmatic and straightforward. No tiptoeing around, no subtleties, no question about what was expected of them.

There was an unexpected bonus from all of the open sexuality in the Cajun Bayous. A plus that even Sabine Babineaux hadn’t foreseen. Eulalie had plucked Sabine from the Bayous and made her Eulalie’s eyes and ears in town.

While Fuck Your Son Week had had only seven takers — even for $100 — the very concept had generated bayou-wide speculation, gossip, and intense interest.

And, that interest reached into the town of Sausalito — which had been one of the campaign’s original goals. As sexualized as things had become in town, mother/son incest was still fodder for excited gossipers to dine on for weeks.

Down in the bayous, more mothers than ever were discreetly eyeballing their own sons, and thinking about the possibilities. It wasn’t sexual arousal, not for most of them — it was a frank financial consideration.

Of course their sons were more open in checking out mama-pussy. The boys were certainly aware of the cash payout, but their interest was mostly carnal. Getting a maternal handjob was wonderful, no question. A blowjob, like a few of their luckier friends, would have been awesome.

But to actually get to fuck your own mother? Your beautiful, sexy mother? The unrivaled boss of your house? The woman you had put on a pedestal since you were a toddler?

Oh, my.

Now, no one down in the bayous had ever heard of Freud. Nor the Oedipus complex. Had someone tried to explain that the male species unconsciously coveted their mothers, these pragmatic mamas would have scoffed.

Boys were perpetually horny. Boys had hard-ons. Moms had pussies. Done.

Those boys talked excitedly among themselves. Offering each other encouragement, advice, hope. Three, four, five at a time would masturbate as they fantasized about that magical if-only day in the future.

Of course the mothers — world-wise and pragmatic — also discussed the subject with each other. Some were more tempted by the money than others. A very few even admitted that there could — maybe down the road — be an erotic upside if they made the leap.

One enterprising Sausalito woman went down to the Bayou Bar and Bank to check out the rumors. Tammy Lafayette had never been to the one commercial establishment in the Cajun Bayous. She, like everyone else in town, had heard of Cunts Corner, of rope-line boys masturbating. And of the cash some of those mothers were paid to have various kinds of sex in public.

Tammy not only was aware of the scene, but her son Joe-Joe had made a little side money ferrying curious town women and school girls down to the bar in her husband’s Jon Boat. It was one of the few in town. Some men owned larger boats that they took through the bayous to the Gulf for deepwater fishing. But as Sausalito was isolated from the rest of Mississippi, the Cajun Bayous were mostly segregated from Sausalito.

Early one Sunday morning, Tammy commandeered her son and the Jon boat, “Take me to the Bayou Bar.”

The 14-year-old grinned, “You wanna go to Cunts Corner, huh?” Because he liked saying the word in front of his mother.

“Watch your mouth, you little cocksucker.”

Even though it wasn’t quite 6 in the morning, it was already 101-degrees. And, the place was jumping. Around 15 or so naked boys were, indeed, stroking their cocks as they watched one bayou woman getting her pussy and hair attended to in Cunts Corner.

Sinéad Donahue, the owner, recognized Joe-Joe and introduced herself to Tammy, “Hullo there, I’m Sinéad, and everything is on the house for you city folks.”

She handed them two icy-cold cans of Dixie.

Joe-Joe felt right at home — and a little cheeky. He told Sinéad, “Mama wants to see Sally an’ Sammy.”

Tammy blushed, but, was, in fact, curious.

“Of course — it’s one of our most popular.”

Tammy stared up at the flatscreen. It was true after all. A gorgeous Cajun woman was stuffing a nice-sized cock into her pussy. The cock looked huge because her 14-year-old son was relatively small. But Tammy had seen enough penises to keep the size in perspective.