Chapter 6: CC Hebert, 16, Bayou Boy...

The live sex shows at the Bayou Bar and Bank were an immediate hit with the braver souls of Sausalito. Joe-Joe was making four and five trips a day. Tammy talked with CC who explained the situation to Sabine. Sabine made one phone call to John Lee Hooker Middle School, and Joe-Joe’s class schedule and homework assignments were adjusted to accommodate his daily trips.

The original seven bayou mothers who had made the brave decision to fuck their boys were more than vindicated with the extra windfall from all of these encore performances.

Even though their day-to-day lives were hectic with never-ending chores, each was happy to drop everything and make a quick ten bucks.

Some of the moms who hadn’t made the leap began to have second thoughts. Three of them asked Sinéad for another chance. She knew enough to reel them in, while still making them regret their original decision.

So, three more began fucking their sons in front of those most appreciative city audiences. They didn’t receive the original $100, but were now earning steady, almost daily bonuses. A ruling that the entire Cajun Bayous could understand. Fair was fair.

The Cajun Bayous being the Cajun Bayous, there wasn’t a hint of criticism from any of the other women. It was a hardscrabble life and those who chose to earn some extra money — well that was not only their own business, but understandable as well.

Which naturally meant that several more bayou mamas had moved the topic from ‘Hell No!’ to ‘Well, I’ll Maybe Consider It Now’. As they watched their girlfriends and neighbors not only earning the ten dollars, but sometimes even receiving tips from those rich city women — well, the hard ‘No’ began morphing into a ‘Maybe’ and then into ‘Why Not’?

No one would criticize them. Their sons would be, of course, ecstatic. And — this was perhaps a wishful rationalization — their daughters might be left alone and less likely to be knocked up.

Then, and this had been a bit of a surprise to most of the bayou mamas — some of the original mamas were now openly enjoying the sex. Once the decision had been made, and once she got used to the idea — well, it was now biology at work.

The mother-fucker effect also ricocheted around Sausalito, albeit in a different form. A ‘pirated’ video of Sally and Sammy made some surreptitious rounds. But the live shows down in the bayous were even more popular with both the town kids and women.

Some sons were bolder, more confident than others. They weren’t running a hand up Mama’s skirt, but they were openly checking out bodies. Looking at faces, trying to get a read on the possibilities.

Of course their mothers were hyperaware of the scrutiny. Some were amused, a few charmed by the intensity of interest. Almost all ended up at least discussing the topic.

A few of the more devilish mamas came to enjoy teasing the horny lads.

“Well, who knows? You might catch me in jess the right mood sometime.”

“Check back next month.”

“Oh, I doubt it, but maybe someday.”

The one constant was Joe-Joe and his Jon boat. He was booked from early morning through suppertime.

One sidebar — Tammy Lafayette wanted to watch some of the live action, but she didn’t want Joe-Joe to know about it. Hmm. CC Hebert was delivering well over $300 to her every Monday morning — and the two of them were getting to know each other.

She had seen him around town — CC and his sexy mother, Slim — but The Bayou Bar was their first real interaction. She knew his rep — he and his mother worked for Sabine. And Eulalie Guidry herself had plucked Sabine out of the bayous and put her in charge of the town.

So CC was only 16, but teen royalty in a way. And handsome.

The first time he took her in his Jon Boat, he stripped off his thong as soon as they climbed the stairs to the bar. Tammy didn’t want to appear prudish, so she followed suit and undressed too.