Chapter 73: Connie AuCoin, 53, grandmother...

Monday was a whirlwind day. Slim Hebert— not CC — showed up to take Carole and Richie down to the Bayou Bar. Carole had met her a couple of times, but didn’t really know her. Other than she worked for Sabine, who reported to Eulalie. Oh, and that Slim was the sexiest girl in town.

Kate had told Carole that she was almost as hot as Slim, which was about as high a compliment as one could receive.

Richie couldn’t keep from stealing glances at the tall, sexy woman who had captured the town’s attention when Sabine plucked her from the bayous. Slim still had that distinctive twang that she’d been born with.

“Sinéad has three mamas lined up for you guys — and they’ll be available for you to talk with after.”

When she tied off the little Jon boat, Slim tossed her tee and panties back in. Carole and Richie glanced at each other. She shrugged and undressed too, “When in Rome.”

Richie’s eyes were darting from one naked girl to the other as he stripped too. He was fully erect and Slim gave a low whistle and told Carole, “Nice, both of you.”

Carole had been told what to expect up on the deck, but was still startled at the sight of over 100 women and children — most of them naked.

Slim said, “The motherfucker shows still draw a crowd, but they heard city folks were coming, so it’s more than usual.”

Sinéad Donahue came by with three Dixies and introduced herself, “Welcome to the Bayou Bar — anything you want, just let me know.”

Carole was charmed by the woman’s Irish accent. And impressed with how gracefully the 200-pound woman moved.

The show started with a girl in her early 30s and her son who looked to be about 10, but was apparently 14. He easily achieved an erection and was enthusiastic as hell.

To Carole it was far hotter than watching Kitty and Jared. For one thing, it was out in the open with all those people watching and cheering. Plus, the boy’s obvious enjoyment lent a party atmosphere to the morning.

When they stood and took a bow, Carole noticed some cum dripping down the woman’s leg. “Oh, he can ejaculate.”

Sinéad nodded, “Petey just started last month — Mona is real proud of him.”

Sinéad brought them over to meet Carole. Oddly, they reminded her of Kitty and Jared. The most interesting thing about this bayou couple was that they fucked each other. Otherwise, they seemed sort of blah. And, yes, they only did it for the money.

Mona shrugged, “I mean, I blew him at home, but everyone does that. Well, not everyone, but a lot of my friends.”

“Acourse.”

The second couple was older — the woman was at least 40. Carole looked at the son, “How old is he?”

Slim said, “Charlie’s almost 30 — he’s the oldest of four boys. Charlotte fucks ‘em all.”

Sinéad added, “Mainly it’s the money for the other moms. But it’s Charlie she enjoys the most, isn’t it just?”

It took Charlotte a few minutes to really get into it. But her son took his time — he obviously knew her body well. He soon had her humping wildly and screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Slim and Sinéad nodded in approval. And the boisterous crowd showed its appreciation as well.

Slim was idly stroking her pussy as she watched. Carole, and she wasn’t sure why, refrained. Richie just stared — he knew better than to touch himself — he would have exploded instantly. He was torn — watching the exhibit, Slim, and his mother.

Again, while they were talking with the performers, the subject of money came up. And, again, it had been the driving force to get them started. But Charlotte cheerfully admitted, “I can’t get enough now.” Then she laughed, “I lied! I got me three others at home and I get more than enough.”

Later, Sinéad patted Carole’s butt, “I saved the best for last, didn’t I now?”

The strikingly pretty woman was about Carole’s age — around 30. Her teenage son was a hunk — handsome and hung. At least as thick as Richie, but a good 2 or 3 inches longer. Carole looked at her son, but didn’t tease him. When they got home, she’d have a reassuring size-talk with him if he brought it up.

The sexy couple was good and they knew it. He took his time, building her up and then giving her one sweet release after the other.

They moved adroitly from one position to another — they obviously had a lot of experience with each other. He came while they were in the missionary position and arched his back and howled in glee.

Sinéad went over to them and they talked quietly for a few moments. Then she led them to Slim’s table for Carole to interview. “This is Amelia and Tee-Bob Benoit. Say hello to Carole and Richie Landry from the city. And you know Slim, of course.”