Chapter 5: Bonnie Breaux, 17. Sister of Wally and Adam, 15 and 14

Boys and girls growing up in Sausalito, Mississippi were unlike children in any other American city. Maybe in the world.

Sure, online porn was ubiquitous everywhere. But what the Sausalito kids watched was — 90% or more — people they actually knew. Dancers at Miss Kitty’s. Contrary Mary’s — the Monday Mamas and the 14-year-old crumpets. Miss Sausalito entrants. The Sexiest Moms contestants.

All nude, all engaged in one form or another of something naughty, obscene, or incestuous. Or all three.

The kids watched their mothers’ friends, some of their own teachers, classmates, their neighbors, their own friends, their friends’ mothers and sisters. And, some of them, even watched themselves.

The newest program was actually Bonnie’s idea, not, as most people believed, Darlene’s.

Bonnie Breaux’s brother, Wally, was now sucking Tommy Lafitte off several times a day. And Tommy was reciprocating. And, obviously, enjoying it. With Darlene’s permission, Bonnie announced a new policy. Any mother who brought her son to the Breaux home ... well, he would receive an enthusiastic blowjob from Tommy.

When word first started spreading about the easily available blowjobs at Bonnie’s house ... well, not many moms took the plunge. It wasn’t that they objected to their sons being sucked off, not at all. In fact, most mothers would encourage the boys to try it out — it was far better than knocking up some young girl.

But Bonnie’s one stipulation — that a mom had to be present when Tommy sucked little precious off — put a hesitation in their step.

But a couple of mothers took the plunge. Then a few more. When the community reaction was more or less ho-hum ... well, that removed one of the worries. But in addition, those first mothers also talked it up — gave positive reviews. Yeah, it was true that they had to watch their naked son, but after the first time or two, that was barely a consideration.

Like Maggie LaTour told several of her girlfriends, “It’s so casual. Bonnie keeps Tommy naked, and he’s always raring to go.”

“He likes it? He likes sucking cock?”

“It sure looks that way to me. But let’s be honest, even if he didn’t, do you think that would make any difference to Bonnie Breaux?”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“The cool thing is — well, you just sit there at the table and Bonnie serves white wine. And we moms visit and catch up.”

“An’ you watch Tee-Billy get sucked off.”

Maggie shrugged, “Oh, I glance over once in a while, especially when he’s ready to cum. But by my third or fourth time there ... well, mostly I jess drink wine an’ gossip with the other moms.”

By the second week of the Tommy Program, Darlene was pleased enough to add Bonnie to her payroll. By the third week, Bonnie became more organized, and added structure to the setup.

She made Tommy available only on Wednesdays after school, and on Saturdays after lunch.

Darlene had recognized the potential in Bonnie’s brainstorm early on. In return, Bonnie knew Darlene’s proclivities well enough to assign Wally to take short video clips of each boy with his cock in Tommy’s mouth. Making sure, of course, that his mother was visible in the background.

Darlene upgraded the refreshments that Bonnie served. Every few days, Bonnie received a case of a crisp Chilean chablis that was far superior to any that most of those moms had ever tasted.

There was also a Saturday morning delivery of enough Italian cold cuts, cheeses, and other nibbles to provide a splendid repast.

In addition, Darlene sent over a larger table so that more women could be seated comfortably as they snacked and sipped and gossiped.

Kelly didn’t take any particular pride in her son’s new popularity — she knew that Bonnie now regarded him merely as a vessel to provide pleasure to others. And of course to draw more mothers into the circle to please Darlene. Bonnie overheard one of the moms whisper to a friend, “Tommy’s just a little cum bucket. Like you were at John Lee.”

“Bite me, slut.”

The Wednesday sessions at Bonnie’s usually lasted only a couple of hours or so. Most moms worked — full or part-time.

Soon, Tommy’s name became a thing. A noun, to be precise. On Wednesdays, during the final class, several John-Lee teachers had gotten in the habit of reminding their students, “It’s Wednesday — so if you want a Tommy, today’s the day.”

Tommy = blowjob.

Saturday was far more popular. Most women didn’t work on weekends and so were free to stop by Bonnie’s. By the fourth or fifth week, most moms hardly glanced at the action — they were much more interested in catching up with friends, meeting new moms, sipping chablis, and gossiping.

Everyone knew the drill — your son immediately stripped and took a shower. Then he signed his name on Bonnie’s chalkboard, ensuring that the order was first come, first served. Or as one wag remarked, “First-come, first-cum.”

As the women became regular Saturday-afternoon visitors, it amused them to see 10 or 12 or even more naked boys. Casually stroking themselves as they awaited their turn. By this time, the scene — which once would have seemed extraordinary — was taken for granted by most of the mothers.

If the crowd of waiting boys became a bit large, Bonnie would simply glance at Wally. She kept him naked too, and he would immediately sit down beside Tommy and pitch in.

There was one minor cultural change that could be directly attributed to the Tommy phenomenon. At the Saturday-morning shows at Miss Kitty’s, most boys usually jacked off at least twice. But those whose mothers were going to be taking them to Bonnie’s usually restricted themselves to a single morning climax.

Ray-Ray, in a move that surprised virtually no one, added to the Miss-Kitty website — ‘The Tommy Boys.’ Darlene didn’t care all that much about publicizing the boys. It was that their mothers were in the background.

And even that didn’t faze the good townsfolk of Sausalito.

One Saturday afternoon at her house, Bonnie told the first nine Tommy-Moms who had shown up, “Ray-Ray is launching a new Miss-Kitty site — ‘The Tommy-Moms.’ — that’s what he’s calling it.”

Although Ray-Ray didn’t know about that yet.

Each of the nine naked boys continued stroking themselves but looked at his mother.

Wally Breaux was filming the scene.

Anita Doucet frowned and crossed her arms, “I’m not getting naked, me.”

Lana Fouquet said, “I’m not even going topless — sorry, Bonnie.”

Bonnie smiled, “Relax, ladies, it’s nothing like that. Anita, you and your son come over and stand in front of Tommy. Good. Anita, put your arm around Cody’s waist. Smile for the camera — this isn’t an execution. That’s better. Now, Anita, guide his cock into Tommy’s mouth. Good girl.”

Anita even giggled as she slid her son’s cock into the waiting mouth.

Bonnie turned to the other eight, “That’s it, ladies.”

Compared with their initial concerns, this was relatively benign. Of course, the word spread — seemingly instantly. So far as Bonnie could determine, not a single mom stopped bringing her son by for his beloved hummers.

And, to Bonnie’s surprise, those Tommy-Moms misunderstood that their obligation had been fulfilled the first time they posed with their sons. Instead, each mom dutifully smiled for Wally, then held her son’s cock and placed it in Tommy’s mouth.

It became so routine that it was now an ingrained part of the Saturday afternoon festivities.

When Ray-Ray posted the first couple of dozen Tommy-Moms clips, it caused a little chatter around town, but no one — no one — was the least bit surprised.

Darlene was pleased. Bonnie had taken those mothers from watching to touching. Small, but positive progress in a process that was still in its early stages.

The Tommy-Moms no longer gathered at Bonnie’s because of the blowjobs. The hummers were a given, of course. But Bonnie’s living room had evolved into a community space. A place where friends met to visit and laugh and sip good wine and nibble on delicious snacks.

Naturally, they glanced at the naked boys from time to time. Especially when a new one showed up. But the boys were barely a consideration these days. It was now friendship, bonding, a form of sisterhood.

Bonnie recognized the process — the Monday Mamas had gone through a similar evolution. Had gradually become comforotable with their own public nudity.

As for the Tommy-Moms ... once they’d seen their naked sons half a dozen times ... well, they barely thought about it anymore. What had seemed daring the first time now seemed almost quaint. When they even bothered to think about it. Which, wasn’t very often for most of them.

However, some of them did get a kick out of it when her son’s friends came to visit after school and on weekends. They now looked at the boys they had seen at Bonnie’s with a more knowledgeable eye. They knew exactly what each one looked like naked. What his penis looked like. How large or small it was. How it compared with her son and the other boys.

So, yeah, at first there had been some chatter, some conversations about cock-comparisons among the Tommy-Moms. But, over time, that had mostly died out. Only to be revived when a new boy arrived on the scene and there was a new hard-on to evaluate.

Over time, Bonnie learned a great deal about the Tommy-Moms. Which ones were a little on the prim side compared to some of the bolder ones. Which ones almost always looked up when their sons were about to cum. And which ones no longer paid much attention.

When Bonnie decided it was time to liven things up, she chose Anita Doucet. Who still casually placed one son’s — Cody’s — cock, and then her other boy’s, Sam’s, in Tommy’s mouth every Saturday. But this time, instead of Cody and Sam, Bonnie changed things up. She decided on Lana Fouquet’s son, Tee-Bob.

“Ladies, let’s have a little fun this afternoon. Um ... Anita, we’ll start with you. Go ahead and guide Tee-Bob into Tommy’s mouth.”

Both Anita and Lana laughed delightedly. The other moms sat up — this was something new.

Bonnie had chosen Tee-Bob because his mother was a lively one. Lana had a dirty mouth and a sparkle in her eyes. And also because, even though Tee-Bob’s cock was skinny, it was almost 8-inches long.

Anita pranced over to the grinning boy and waggled his penis to her cheering friends. “This so reminds me of John Lee Hooker!”

Lana applauded, “Yes! You an’ me, we jerked off our share.”

Several other moms smiled and nodded, remembering.

Anita led him, still holding on, over to Tommy. Tee-Bob couldn’t stop grinning as she slid it in.

Lana called out, “Stroke, it girl!”

Bonnie immediately added, “Channel your middle-school girl, Anita.”

“Sure!”

Lana walked over and gently pushed Tommy’s chest, so he sat back, “Swoop in when it’s time.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Bonnie motioned Cody and Sam to move over and stand beside their mom. Wally adjusted his camera angle to capture the naked boys watching their mother jerk off one of his naked friends, Tee-Bob. And Tee-Bob’s mother was right there watching her friend jerk her son off. All of it captured on video.

Anita, pleasing Bonnie no end, moved behind Tee-Bob and reached around him so she could squeeze the base with her left hand as she cheerfully jacked the boy off. Lana spoke to her son, “Try not cum — make the slut work for it.”

“Okay, Mama.”

A few minutes later, Tommy did indeed swoop in just in time. After a few seconds, Anita pulled Tee-Bob’s cock out. And still squeezing the base, ran her right hand up to the head, forcing the last of his cum out for Tommy to lick up.

Lana giggled, “Good to the last drop,” as the other Tommy-Moms clapped.

Bonnie, “Carol — your turn. Pick a boy, any boy.”

That playful session brightened up those Saturday afternoons even more. From then on, they sometimes took turns jerking various boys off. Some afternoons, it was mostly just sitting around and gossiping and occasionally glancing up as Tommy sucked their sons off. Bonnie let it go — whatever mood each mom was in ... well, that was fine with her.

Darlene didn’t say anything to Bonnie, but she had to have been pleased as Ray-Ray posted new clips to the Tommy-Moms site. Each one with her naked son right there watching her masturbate another boy.

Even though it was just a handjob, the key was to get each of the mothers sexually active in front of her son.

Bonnie liked to spice up her Saturday afternoon soirees from time to time. So one Saturday morning, she spread the word to all of the Tommy-Moms through a group text:

“Ladies, feel free to bring your daughters to watch their brothers cum.”

Short and sweet and naughty.

Replies started coming in immediately:

“Today?”

Yes.

“Both of them?”

Yes.

“Does age matter?”

No.

“Can they jack off one of the other boys?”

Yes, and their brothers too, if you want.

Only four Tommy-Moms brought their daughters that first Saturday. And those girls were simply delighted. They got to see 10 or 15 naked boys. Got to examine all those penises as often and as closely as they wanted.

They raved about the experience to their girlfriends. And shared the personal videos they’d shot. It was one thing to look at the boys on video clips ... but to be right there was so, so much better.

And, because Bonnie was there, their brothers were relatively well-behaved. No goosing, no boob-grabbing.

Bonnie hadn’t expected much resistance from most of the Tommy-Moms. They themselves had been coming to Bonnie’s for weeks. While their daughters may not yet have seen a naked boy in person, all of them watched the various Miss-Kitty channels.

Darlene merely upped the quantity of the wine and snacks she sent over.

Not every Tommy-mom had a daughter. And, among those who did, not everyone brought her daughter. But there were often 6 or 8 giggly little girls avidly watching the moms masturbating the boys. And Tommy swallowing cum.

Once again, it had been Bonnie’s idea. And, once again, almost everyone attributed it to Darlene. The town was so used to seeing the little entrepreneur push things.

Darlene showed up at Bonnie’s house around 3 on a Saturday afternoon. There were 10 Tommy-Moms, 3 of their daughters, and 11 sons. Everyone was stunned into silence when Darlene entered the living room.

Darlene, although quiet and soft-spoken, had a command presence usually seen only in drill sergeants and experienced kindergarten teachers. She smiled easily as if she were requesting a small favor, rather than telling them exactly what to do.