Portraits
Copyright© 2025 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 4: Leslie Breaux, 41, mother of three teenagers.
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Leslie Breaux, 41, mother of three teenagers. - Six Stories. Five Cajun girls — four with teenage sons and one girl with two younger brothers — live in the insular, isolated town of Sausalito, Mississippi. ‘Portraits’ follows them as they explore new sexual highways and byways. Two local institutions — a strip joint called Miss Kitty’s, plus a laissez-faire restaurant called Contrary Mary’s — are run by 15-year-old Darlene Pellerin. Who now controls much of the town’s pussy. Oh, and let’s not forget one young man — Robbie Dumont.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Mother Son
Even though Darlene Pellerin hadn’t turned 16, people rarely underestimated the recently minted entrepreneur any longer. When she first started hiring 14-year-old Cajun girls as waitresses in Contrary Mary’s, that was one thing. But when she sent them out of the dressing room wearing only a tiny thong with CUNT in vertical letters, most people thought that she had finally gone too far. That the town would rise up in loud opposition.
Instead, business soared. Even with the Sunday, after-church crowd.
Tips were more generous, the bar tabs higher, the little girls grew in confidence and in their ability to flirt.
Quickie handjobs in Mary’s parking lot had been a Sausalito tradition for years ... going back to when even the granny-waitresses casually jerked off schoolboys for $10. So when the practice continued with the younger set, it hardly raised a ripple.
But Darlene continued to experiment, continued to push the envelope. When she announced the new Monday Mamas policy at the restaurant, the town was interested because it was something new. But there wasn’t a single protest, not even from the pulpits.
For a Monday Mama to serve as a Contrary Mary’s waitress, there were only two stipulations. One, you had to be a mother. No surprise there — Darlene was always pushing the parenting angle.
The second one was a bit surprising until people began thinking it through. She would hire a new girl only if she hadn’t been connected to Darlene in the past. Everyone who had danced at Miss Kitty’s was out. As was every mama whose daughter worked at Contrary Mary’s.
The reason soon became apparent — Darlene simply wanted more women, specifically moms — to show some flesh in public. And since the topless waitresses were constantly being photographed by eager customers, the new hires would, indeed, be in the public spotlight.
The morning of the announcement, 47 moms signed up. Darlene would hire them all, rotating shifts from Monday to Monday. Each of the 47 would need to be bald — the little CUNT thongs were barely covering the essentials.
And, not a single one balked at posing nude for ‘Darlene’s Library’. Indeed, these moms, ranging in age from 17 to 49, didn’t hesitate when Ray-Ray told them to strip.
Addressing them in groups of ten, Darlene told them, “Girls, your main job is to have fun. Flirt, joke, fluff up your nipples, flirt some more — personality is almost as important as pussy. Speaking of which — don’t hesitate to treat your best tables to an occasional pussy wedge.”
Cheers and laughter.
Leslie Breaux was a typical hire. She was 41 with three teenage children — two boys and a girl. Leslie’s best girlfriend, and the godmother of Leslie’s three children, Mary Surette, teased her, “You know where Wally and Adam are gonna be on Mondays.” Her sons.
Leslie just smiled, “Yep.”
And, the Monday Mamas campaign was an immediate success. While it didn’t draw as many new customers as when Darlene first started hiring the teenagers, she was still pleased at how many did come to see the almost naked moms for the first time.
To some of the new girls, the money was more important than to others. But all of them reveled in the positive attention — the wolf whistles, the flirting back and forth, the butt pats ... the entire experience was turning out to be a lark.
Now these weren’t hardbodied centerfolds like the 14-year-olds. They, most of them, had some mileage on them. Some sagging here and there, wrinkles, blemishes.
But they were real women — not professionals. And that was both Darlene’s point and why they were such a refreshing change of pace for most of the customers.
Of course, each and every one of them carried on the years-long tradition of dispensing cheerful handjobs in the parking lot cars. And most dispensed with the thong for the duration.
Leslie’s boys, Adam,14 and Wally,15, blushing, nervous, shuffling around, did show up on her first Monday. Her friend, Mary Surette, had picked them up at school and brought them right to the restaurant. Darlene watched with approval as Leslie subtly fluffed up her nipples, and nonchalantly walked to their booth with three cans of ice-cold Dixie. “Want a cheeseburger with that, Wally? How about you, Adam?”
Mary cheekily said, “How about a pussy wedge, waitress?”
When Leslie delivered the three red mesh baskets of burgers and fries, she did, indeed, show off a pussy wedge.
The word spread. So far as Darlene could determine, there were only positive reactions to that particular mom’s bravery. Of course, every time her boys looked at her at home...
Leslie Breaux went to Miss Kitty’s to meet with Darlene in her office. Leslie had been thong-shopping online and showed her research to the boss.
Darlene laughed, “I love it!”
Leslie undressed, “I started with this one.”
It was a red, paste-on heart about three inches at its widest and deepest point. It fit on Leslie’s tummy, and the bottom of the heart pointed directly to her pussy. A thin cloth strip hung at the bottom of the heart to cover the essentials. But because of Leslie’s generous pussy lips, it wasn’t quite up to the job.
In script, written across the wide part of the heart, it said, CUNT in yellow type. A yellow arrow below the word directed the eye to the tiny flap.
Darlene smiled, “Did you have it customized for yourself?”
“Yes ma’am. I have one with my name on it, but CUNT is the theme at Mary’s.”
Darlene was scrolling through the array — a diamond shape, an arrow, a fist with the middle finger pointing down.
“I’ll order a bunch of these — give the Monday Mamas a variety to choose from.”
Darlene’s Monday-Mamas program had legs. Was more successful than even she had anticipated. Waitressing in a skimpy thong hadn’t become a rite of passage — most of these volunteer mothers were too old for that.
But it had evolved into a kind of an ‘in’ thing. A mostly innocent walk on the wild side for a few hours at a time. The experience was, without question, an ego-boost.
The long, openly appreciative looks, the friendly pats on their bare butts, the larky walks out to the parking lot. Where everyone knew the girls would lose their thongs while jacking off a boy for only ten bucks.
So more and more new women made the trek upstairs at Miss Kitty’s to fill out the Contrary Mary’s application form. And there was no suspense about the process. Darlene hired each and every one of them. And, continuing the tradition, Ray-Ray shot nude videos of them.
By definition, these were free-spirited girls. Not many were as gutsy as Leslie Breaux — Leslie of pussy-wedge renown. But a kinship, a sense of sisterhood, began to develop as the young mothers became more and more comfortable with their skimpy attire. And, as they got to know each other better.
There were 14 of them who had cheerfully served their own sons. More had waited on their daughters, but that wasn’t titillating to them. No, among those 14 moms, a few blushed with varying degrees of embarrassment in their sons’ presence, but not one asked another waitress to take her place.
Then one raucous Friday during the supper service. Leslie — with Darlene’s approval — came out of the dressing room wearing only an adhesive, paste-on triangular, neon-green patch over her pussy. It covered everything that her thong had done. And it wasn’t any more sheer, didn’t show anything more than the regular CUNT thongs.
But, it was undoubtedly sexier — she simply looked more naked that way. And, she knew it.
To no one’s surprise, Leslie set off a giggly mock-competition among several of the Monday Mamas. When she had first approached Darlene with the idea, the boss had immediately ordered six dozen of the specialty strapless thongs in different rainbow colors, different sizes, and different degrees of transparency. With the now-familiar CUNT script.
Leslie, because she had large pussy lips, had worn the most conservative version. The largest, but the least sheer.
With a rapidly-bonding group ethos, the Monday Mamas quickly developed an ‘I will if you will’ attitude. Their original nervy decision to volunteer to be a Monday Mama was reinforced by all the positive customer-feedback they received.
But an even more important factor to their willingness to experiment, to dare each other, was their ‘we’re all in this together’ sense of belonging that they had. They had shared the experience of signing on. Of their sometimes-scary first day on the job.
Together, they undressed and showered in the Contrary Mary dressing room. They worked topless. Many of them did an occasional pussy wedge. They cheerfully gave handjobs in the parking lot. They had been through a lot together in a relatively short time.
So the paste-ons caught on quickly. Darlene gave out free thongs to every girl who wanted some. They were fun to wear, and were certainly attention-getters. The primary drawback was that they were one-and-done. That, and the girls could no longer do pussy wedges. Still, it was becoming the more popular option with both the girls and their customers.
So Darlene quickly upped her order.
The girls not only looked more naked than with the traditional thongs, theyfeltmore naked. No more butt floss, no more constrictive strings around their waists. As they came out of their pre-shift showers, they giggled, dried each other off, horsed around, fluffed each other’s nipples, and held up impossibly tiny paste-ons, daring each other to be even bolder.
The word spread rapidly, as it does in small towns. Customers — new and regular, crowded in to see these ‘ordinary’ women almost naked right out there in plain view.
As per custom and instruction, each waitress stopped whatever she was doing to pose for photos and video clips.
When Ray-Ray started a Monday Mamas section on the Miss-Kitty website, it quickly became immensely popular — with thousands of downloads. Which prompted the girls to start wearing even skimpier versions. Some preferred the flesh-colored thongs because they looked naked at first glance. But most girls chose the brightest neon colors because they drew the eye.
Darlene held one version — the transparent one — in reserve. But even the thongs currently being sported were sheer enough to erase most doubts about what each particular girl’s pussy looked like.
Despite the pleas from her 14-year-old waitresses, Darlene wisely restricted the paste-ons for the Monday Mamas. Who, the more they egged each other on, the more risqué many of the girls became.
And what of those 14 whose sons had paid a visit during their shifts? To a girl, head held high, they strutted to that table, more comfortable than the first time. Each was fully aware of how enflamed their sons had to be. And, each one was proud of how sexy she looked, and each mother was proud of how hungrily their boys looked at her.
There was a sidebar effect too. As the thongs became tinier and sheerer, more and more moms filled out Darlene’s application forms. Fortunately, Contrary Mary’s was open 24-hours a day, so she had room to slot more and more girls in. There were now 116 girls who had signed on to become Monday Mamas.
Then Darlene sent out an online survey to them. Would you be willing to let Ray-Ray post nude photos and video clips of you in the Monday Mamas section?
Yes. It was an unsurprising, unanimous yes. The 14 were fully aware that their sons would probably be beating off to the naked pictures and videos. But as Leslie Breaux told her friend, Mary Surette, “Wally and Adam were probably already jacking off to my topless videos already.”
Mary winked, “Does that bother you?”
Shrug, “They’re teenage boys.”
Many of the girls would look back on their Monday experiences as a joyful, laugh-filled excursion into lighthearted naughtiness. So far as Darlene could determine, none of them ever expressed any regrets.
A new Sausalito tradition was born. And Darlene was still holding onto the transparent, paste-on thongs for just the right time.
As the one-year anniversary of the Monday Mamas approached, Darlene had her team personally deliver a completely transparent paste-on thong to each of the 137 mothers.
The accompanying note read, “Wearing this version is completely optional. I’ll be launching this program at our one-year anniversary — Monday, August 20.
In addition, Ray-Ray will be doing a group shot — in the nude — on the Contrary Mary deck on the previous Sunday, August 18. Please arrive a few minutes prior to 7 in the morning.
Enjoy!
Darlene”