Chapter 8: Joe-Joe Lafayette, 14, Tammy’s Son...

Kate Broussard knew that Eulalie was delighted with the way the morals and attitudes in Sausalito had evolved. Kate would have been aware of the little girl’s appreciation even without the $5,000 cash-bonuses Eulalie slipped her every once in a while.

But, in Kate’s mind, there was still one more hurdle to overcome — so far, no ‘regular’ city mother had actually fucked her son.

While maternal blowjobs weren’t all that common outside of the Miss-Kitty dancers, neither were they unknown. And, except for a few religious fanatics, the act was more or less accepted — if a sweet mama elected to do it, fine.

But there was still that one elusive goal ... maybe someday.

Tammy Lafayette felt herself being drawn closer and closer to CC. The sex was wonderful of course — the best in her life. But the pull she was feeling was also emotional — she genuinely adored the 16-year-old swamp rat.

He was kind-natured, always treated her with an innate courtesy. When he did nudge her — like that time he had her watch Joe-Joe masturbate — it was a gentle persuasion, not an edict.

She gotten to see only his first spurt of cum. A bayou mama had moved closer to Joe-Joe — just enough to block the rest of the show. Still, CC had gotten her off at just about the same time, so that was good.

In fact, life was good with CC in the picture.

So one morning, Tammy woke up feeling slightly devilish. She was generally in a good mood these days, something even her husband noticed.

Last night, in the middle of a romp, he announced, “I love fucking you.”

She squeezed her pussy around him, “I know, baby, I know.”

At breakfast, she watched fondly as Joe and Joe-Joe gulped down their cereal, both studying their cell phones. She felt a rush of fondness for them.

Joe always left first — this morning he bussed her cheek and gave her a quick boob-squeeze. Joe-Joe pretended not to notice. Which, gave Tammy a sudden inspiration.

“Honey, run me down to Cunts Corner — I need a pussy touch-up.”

“Huh?” She had never said ‘cunt’ in front of him, nor referred to her own pussy before.

She rapped his forehead like it was hollow, and spoke slowly, “You. Jon boat. Cunts Corner. Me. Pussy.”

“Oh sure! Acourse! Right now!” School was instantly forgotten.

On the ride down through the bayous, Tammy hid her smile, but she was thinking of how pleased CC would be. She was — voluntarily! — going to let her son see her naked.

Tammy did admit to herself that it was mostly to please her lover. But — and she saw this as a positive sign — the very idea aroused her. Just a little, but that was better than nothing. She kept herself in shape, knew she looked good too, so ... why not? That was the mood she was in these days. Why not?

CC had told her he was going to get her to the point where she would want to do what he wanted — and this was a start.

Tammy felt surprisingly calm as they climbed up the rickety stairs. She didn’t want any uncertainty on Joe-Joe’s part, so she told him, “Bring me a breakfast beer, hon.”