Chapter 50: Shannon Trudeau, 44, Radio Host...

Ray-Ray finished editing the Bayou Bar video. It wasn’t quite the blockbuster that the Miss-Kitty one was, but with the size and enthusiasm of the crowd, it was still hot.

He told Kate, “I’m giving copies of both videos to Kitty and June.”

Kate got it instantly and laughed, “Good thinking, Ray-Ray. They won’t be able to resist, not for long. They’ll end up showing it to this friend or that one.”

Kate would honor her pledge of maintaining Kitty’s anonymity, but would be delighted when the word finally did leak out. She wanted the town to learn that Kitty Arceneaux — respected, comfortable, Kitty Arceneaux — had voluntarily fucked her own son.

Word was already racing around town — generic word, that is. Kitty had been interviewed anonymously in the Sausalito Chronicle and on Shannon Says.

The newspaper featured a photograph of Kitty in a tiny thong and a top that barely concealed her nipples. Her face was blurred just enough to be not quite recognizable. Kitty had been thrilled, and saved several copies. She loved the idea of the town devouring her photo, thinking that this sexy woman fucked her son, and speculating wildly about her identity.

The radio interview with her voice disguised was even more explicit.

“Tell me Mrs. X, tell Sausalito, what in the world possessed you to fuck your own son?”

Kitty was now starting to believe the script that Kate had provided her. “First of all, it was a big step for me, Shannon, a huge step. One I never dreamed I’d be making.”

“Details, dear.”

“Okay, I have my needs — you know, sexual needs — an’ sometimes they’re real strong.”

“Understood.”

“Now my husband — I love him to death — but he works so hard. An’ isn’t always around when I get the urge.”

“Go on.”

“Well, me an’ a lot of my friends, we been hearing about all those bayou moms, down there, fucking their sons in public.”

“And that got you thinking.”

“Yes ma’am, but it was more in, like the back of my head than ... than anything else.”

“Let me jump in here, Sausalito. I have seen the fuck tape that Mrs. X and her son made. Shot on the famous stage at Miss Kitty’s by our very own videographer, Ray-Ray Fontenot. And let me tell you, Mrs. X was on fire. I have never seen a woman so desperate for cock.”

“Yes ma’am, I was up there, under the lights with everybody watching me and I wanted it so bad. I never needed it like that in my life.”

“And Ray-Ray made you wait, didn’t he?”

“Yes ma’am, he held ... um, held my son back because he wanted me to beg for it. An’ I never begged for it before in my whole life.”

“What shall we call your son?”

“Um, Jerry?”

“Jerry it is. Now back before your stage debut, how did you first conceive of being with Jerry?”

“Well, one morning my husband — he goes to work early — he left. ‘An I was thinking on sex and then those bayou mamas popped into my mind”

“Whose sons are, literally, motherfuckers.”

“Yes ma’am. So I go back to ... um, Jerry’s room to see what he wants for breakfast. I fix two ever’ morning — one for my husband and one for us.”

“Go on.”

“So, uh Jerry — he’s coming out of the shower, looking around for a towel. Which, I always keep plenty of fresh ones in the linen closet.”

“Mrs. X.”

“Oh. Anyway, that’s the first time I seen him naked in I don’t know how many years.”

“Did he have morning wood?”

“That’s the first thing I checked, acourse. I mean it’s jess natural for a mother to think about that.”

“Quite natural. So?”