Chapter 14: Kate Brossard Made the Introduction...

Kate Broussard made the introduction, “Shannon Trudeau, this is Sabine Babineaux, she’s working for Eulalie now.”

The 50-year old woman with a silver ducktail, nodded, “I know. Eulalie told me.”

The three of them visited for a few minutes. Sabine was surprised at how small the WJYD studio was. About the size of a large closet. Shannon quickly brought the meeting to order. “So?”

Sabine smiled, “My mother, Magnolia Babineaux, is married to her son. My. brother, Hawk.”

“So I’ve heard. Unusual, even for the Cajun Bayous.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I assume this has something to do with me.”

“If you like, you could interview Mama on Shannon Says.”

Shannon looked thoughtfully at Kate, “God, that could shake up this town.”

Sabine said, “Mama will answer whatever you ask her.”

Kate spoke softly, “Don’t oversell, Sabine, Shannon knows what she’s doing.”

Shannon and Kate began discussing the possibilities, the strategy. Shannon Says was on only every Monday, and then only for 15 minutes. Shannon nodded to herself, “I can work with this — three segments each more explicit than the the previous one.”

Sabine was impressed.

Then Shannon turned to the little girl, “Show me what you got.”

Sabine looked at her for a long moment, mentally shrugged, and took off her dress, slid her panties down. Shannon nodded in approval, “Nice. Ripe.” She traced her finger up and down the girl’s pussy, then gently eased a finger inside. Kate was surprised, but hardly shocked.

Sabine willed herself to relax, wondering if this were some sort of test that Eulalie had ordered. Shannon said, “Give me an hour with you and I’ll interview your mother.”

Sabine sat there placidly as the woman caressed her clit. She decided that there was no way Eulalie was behind this. Sabine was on the brink and waited until she had had a small orgasm. “No, I don’t work that way, me. Put Mama on the air or don’t.”

Shannon looked thoughtful as she fingered the little girl to another climax. Then she grinned, “No way I’m gonna pass up a woman fucking her own son.”

Then Kate stepped, “At the close, Shannon, you could announce that Magnolia will be dancing at Miss Kitty’s that Friday.”

Shannon grinned, “The town will be busting down the doors to see the woman who’s fucking her son.”

Kate looked at Sabine, “Will she suck cocks in the BJ Room?”

“I’ll have to get Hawk to tell her to, but yeah, she will if that’s what you want.”

One Tuesday morning at breakfast, both Gigi and Ray-Ray Fontenot showed up at Denise’s home. She was delighted to see them, “Come in, come in! I got fresh chicory and American too.”

Gigi smiled pleasantly, “We don’ got much time. I jess wanted to watch Ray-Ray fuck you.”

“Oh! Sure. Of course.” She was already slipping out of her robe.

“Cum for me first, honey.”

Denise grinned delightedly and reached down between her thighs.

Shannon piloted her little Jon boat back to Slim Hebert’s house. It was eight in the morning, and CC should be at school; and William would be out fishing for the day’s catch.

This time Sabine didn’t bring any lagniappes.

In the kitchen, Slim nodded to her, noncomittedly. But she took off her tee, the only garment she was wearing. “This what you want?”

“It’s a start. You think any more ‘bout what we talked about?”

“Yeah, but I still don’ get it. You wan’ me to wan’ to make you happy. Okay, I get that part, me. But how?”

“Oh, you could make me happy, lots of ways. Simple, like stay naked for CC.”

Slim shrugged, “He seen it before, him.”

“But the trick is, the key is, I wan’ you to wanna make me happy. Not just do something because I tell you to.”

She shrugged, gestured down her body, “Alright, say I stay like this when he comes home, CC. So what?”

“Slim, I swear you the sexiest woman down here.”

She smiled to herself; she believed that too.

“An’ if I say that, imagine what CC thinks when he sees you.”

Big frown, “I ain’t fucking him, me. No ma’am, not CC.”

“There are other things you can do.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“But I don’ want you to do anything with him.”

Slim looked at her shrewdly, “Not unless I wanna do it myself, right?”

“An’ why would you wanna do it yourself?”

Slim nodded, partly in understanding, partly resignation, partly curiosity, “Because I would wanna make you happy, me.”

Sabine rose to leave, “Exactly right. An’ you’ll know it when the time comes. Or if it comes.” She shrugged, “Maybe you’ll never ... well, we’ll see.”

Down at the dock, Slim said, “Miss Sabine?” She gestured down her body again, “I’ll stay like this when CC gets home. Until it’s time for William.”

Sabine patted the woman’s pussy, “Stop by the Bayou Bar, get this touched up. You got such a pretty little pussy, oughta show it off more.”

“Okay, for CC, I’ll do it, me.”

Sabine placed her palm gently on Slim’s cheek, “That’s right, don’ do it for me, chère. Think of CC, look at the hunger in his eyes. Look at the bulge in his shorts.” She spoke casually as if it were a throwaway thought, “How big is his cock anyway, CC?”

“I ain’t seen it hard, maybe two, three years, me.” She held her hands four or five inches apart.

“Next time I stop by, maybe you can give me an update.” She winked, “But only if you wan’ to.”

The two women gazed into each other’s eyes. Sabine read confusion, curiosity, and maybe, just maybe, a spark of something lively. Interest? Anticipation? Excitement? Something.

Slim had a thoughtful look on her face as she watched Sabine drive away. She looked down at her pussy; she did need a touchup. She thought about CC, about his reaction when he got home. She tried to remember the last time she’d seen him naked. It had been weeks, maybe months. Where? Oh yeah, their outdoor shower.

She stood there in the warm sunshine thinking for a few more minutes. That Sabine was turning into a force of nature, everyone had been talking about her since she gave away Hanky and her twin sisters. Since she’d hosted that lavish party at the Bayou Bar & Bank.

Slim tried to figure out why she was developing an urge to please that little Cajun girl. She suddenly had an image — Slim was looking at herself from afar. She was a strikingly sexy woman, she understood that. But whatever did Sabine have in mind for her?

She smiled to herself; she’d wait until two or so this afternoon to get her pussy seen to. There should be a few customers in the Bayou Bar even if they were old men. And she’d still have plenty of time to get home before CC.

She climbed the stairs, humming softly to herself. She got her hand-mirror from the bedroom and hopped up on the kitchen counter. She brought her right heel up by her butt and studied herself in the mirror. Scooted forward a couple of inches, nodded to herself. It had been a long time — years — since she’d had herself a little adventure.

Magnolia Babineaux had never been in a car, let alone on the back of a Vespa. “Oh my God, Sabine, who you fuck, get this thing?” She was clinging tightly to her daughter’s waist.

“Rémy Thibodeaux.”

That seemed more than reasonable to Magnolia, “He pretty good, the chief?’

“Real good, Mama, real good.”

At WJYD, Shannon Trudeau sized up Magnolia instantly. Not too bright, extremely open, eager to please. Shannon explained for the second time, “You can hear me through these earphones, chère. And if they put any callers through, you can hear their questions as well.”

“An I jess talk right into this thing.” She tapped the mic.

“That’s right, and just speak in your normal voice.”

As the intro to Shannon Says faded away, Shannon said, “Good morning, Sausalito, today we’re going to talk about a serious problem down there in the Cajun Bayous. It involves hormones and hard-ons. My very special guest is Magnolia Babineaux, a well-respected mother here to help us understand exactly what’s going on down there.”

Shannon was good — her pleasant, honest voice projected concern, empathy, understanding.

“Magnolia, let’s start with this dreadful heatwave.”

As she’d been coached, Magnolia said, “We can’t keep ‘em in clothes, our precious babies. They run around mostly naked, this weather.”

“Nothing wrong with that, not in and of itself. But I understand that some of the boys — and boys will be boys — are getting erections.”

“Yes ma’am, that there is the crux of it. Ever’ time I turn around, me, Hawk got a big ole boner. Hawk is my favorite son.”

“Really? How big, Magnolia?”

“Seven an’ a half inches! I measure it, my sewing tape, me.”

“Impressive, how old is he?”

“He jess turn 15, I tole Jasmine an’ Fleur he may grow some more.”

“Still, seven inches is nothing to sneeze at.”

“Seven an’ a half.”

“Right. Now medical science tells us it isn’t healthy for a boy to have constant hard-ons.”

“No ma’am, you got to worry ‘bout blue balls. That there’s a terrible disease, maybe fatal.”

“So, what about Hawk?”

“I jack him off, me.”

“Really? Your own son?”

“Yes ma’am, several times a day. First thing in the morning, he comes in from his shower. But then I figure it saves time, me, so I jess take a shower with him”

“And masturbate him.”

“Acourse, ain’t no blue balls comin’ in my home, no ma’am.”

“How many times a day, dear?”

“Less see, when he gets home from school. Then when he finishes his chores, Hawk.” She nodded to herself, “After supper, then right at bedtime, that’s the most important one.”

“So he doesn’t have a wet dream.”

“Yes ma’am, I don’ like to waste cum, me.”

“Interesting. Tell us, what do you do with his cum?”

“What you think! I lick it up, me.”

“Your son’s cum.”

“Acourse, it’s ‘bout as sweet as any I ever’ tasted.”

Sausalito was well inured to the salacious chatter on Shannon Says. The cocksucking contests, the BJ Room, swallowing cum. But this — a mother masturbating her own son and licking up his cum — well, this was new ground.

Shannon fielded several incredulous callers — “Is this true? It’s gotta be a joke, right?”

She signed off, “Unfortunately the masturbation solution down in the Cajun Bayous turned out to be only a temporary answer to an ongoing hard-on epidemic. Magnolia Babineaux will join us next Monday to discuss ... well, tune in next week and see. Buckle up, buttercup.”

Slim Hebert found herself surprisingly relaxed and at ease when she heard CC’s boat putter up to the dock. Her pussy was freshly bald, she’d just stepped out of the shower, she was sitting on her kitchen counter, both legs dangling down.

CC literally gasped and stopped dead in his tracks. Slim giggled, “You seen it before, C.”

He whispered, “Oh God.”

“Go take your shower, it’ll still be here.”

He rushed back two minutes later, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Bring me some sweet tea, darlin’.”

As he handed her a glass, his hand trembled slightly. He sat at the kitchen table staring. Slim set the glass down, pulled both heels back by her butt, and rested her arms on her knees.

CC moaned and grabbed his lap with both hands. Slim was surprised at her own calmness. Her heart didn’t race even when he shot off in the towel.

His voice croaked, “Mama ... what ... I mean, why ... I mean ... I dunno what I mean.”

Slim flashed him a gorgeous white smile, “You like what you see, C? Hey, I’m a poet.”

She took a sip of tea, and gestured down, “I had me a touchup at the Bayou Bar. Felicity, she done a good job. Don’ you think?”

Just then they hear another boat pull up, Slim said, “Huh, William come home early.” She hopped down and casually pulled on a tee. CC raced to his room to get dressed.

As her husband came into the kitchen, she smiled, “Hi baby, what a nice surprise. Wan’ some sweet tea?”

For Magnolia’s second appearance on Shannon Says, anecdotal evidence — phone calls and gossip — indicated that it had been the most listened to episode ever.

As instructed, Magnolia followed the professional’s advice and got right to it. “You see, we mamas got us a problem.”

“An erection problem.”

“Yes ma’am. See, we jack ‘em off, no problem, but the problem is they can jack themselves off, them boys.”

“But surely it’s more fun, more exciting, to have their mothers do it?”

“Yes ma’am, but like with my Hawk, I jerk him off four, five, six times a day, me.”

“And lick up his cum.”

“Acourse, I am his mama, you know.” Magnolia frowned, “Be unnatural not to.”

“I see. So, several times a day.”

“Yes ma’am. But the problem, Hawk and several other boys, they done got used to it.”

“Took it for granted.”

“Maybe. But it weren’t as exciting as like at first.”

“Teenagers are always looking for the next shiny toy.”

“Huh? Well, me, I ain’t one to jess ignore a problem, pretend like it ain’t there.”

“I appreciate your dedication, Magnolia. So tell Sausalito what you came up with.”

Magnolia’s voice took on an isn’t-it-obvious’ tone, “Why I use my mouth, me.”

Shannon put a little incredulity into it, “You suck your own son’s cock?”

“Acourse. Now I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ against them other mamas who just masturbate they boys. That’s between them and God.”

“Does your ... Hawk appreciate your ... extra dedication?”

Magnolia giggled, “He appreciates the fuck out of it. Some nights I wake up, a cock in my mouth, he can’t wait til morning, Hawk.”

“And I assume, Sausalito assumes, you swallow his cum?”

Magnolia sounded almost indignant, “Acourse I swallow his cum! Ever’ last drop. I am his sweet mama, you know.”

“Very commendable, Magnolia, very. I would imagine you’ve become rather proficient over the years.”

“Huh?”

“You’re good at sucking cock.”

“Oh sure. Jess ask Jasmine and Fleur.”

“You let people watch you suck off your son?”

“Acourse, they my best friends.”

The calls this time were overwhelmingly from young boys trying to disguise their voices.

Shannon signed off, “What about when even blowjobs aren’t enough? Tune in next Monday for more, much more, of Magnolia Babineaux.”

Interestingly enough, Magnolia’s second interview wasn’t all that surprising to most folks in Sausalito. The initial shock had been any sort of mother/son sex. Blowjobs were just a natural next step. But ... what about the next session? When sucking cock was no longer enough?

When CC Hebert came home from school the next afternoon, he was a little relieved and a lot disappointed to see his mother in a thong — white this time. At least she was topless. Small boobs, but perky. Sexy as hell.

“Hi there, C, score any pussy today?”

“I wish.”

“Well, take your shower, and get back to mending our pier.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Slim smiled to herself as she carried a glass of ice tea back to the outdoor shower. His towel was hung over the railing. He jumped, startled almost out of his skin, when she handed him the glass. She looked him up and down, frankly checking out his package. The boy was practically hyperventilating, his cheeks bright red.

She stepped in beside him, the water rendering her thong instantly transparent. “Do my back, C.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Then she turned to face him, smiling at his wildly pulsing erection. She looked down her own body and frowned, “Worthless fucking thong.” He stared as she slipped it off, tossed it carelessly on his towel.

Enough was enough. For today. She patted his cock, walked back inside, dripping wet. She looked back over her shoulder, “Pier.” As she touched his penis she had thought, There, Sabine, how’s that?

Eulalie had used a phrase — unintended consequences — that Sabine had never heard, but instantly understood. And as she would learn, introducing thongs to the Cajun Bayous, did, indeed, produce unintended consequences

Slim Hebert worked up her nerve and drove to the Bayou Bar & Bank topless, wearing only her yellow thong. Her heart raced a little as she skipped up the steps, and she found she liked the sensation. She strolled through the bar section, fully aware of the stares.

As she reached the far corner, she smiled at Felicity and tossed her thong on a table. She lay back in the recliner, perfectly at ease.

Sabine had authorized Sinéad to pay Felicity and her cousin, Rose, one dollar for every pussy-wax and trim. The two 15-year olds had dropped out of school — with their mothers’ enthusiastic blessings — to work full time in the far corner of the bar.

There was nothing remotely resembling a beauty salon in the bayous, but Sabine had been inspired by the ones she saw in town. She instructed the cousins, “Run a garden hose over to your stations and shampoo your customers’ hair.”

That lagniappe was an instant hit — the women might wash each other’s hair from time to time — but having a professional do it, and throw in a scalp massage ... well, that was luxury.

Sabine told Felicity and Rose, “Do they pussy first, then the shampoo.”

The cousins giggled — that meant the ladies would be naked for the entire treatment.

Slim found that she enjoyed the sessions immensely, and found herself going as often as twice a week. She loved keeping her pussy bald, loved the way she looked. Her husband, William, had been startled at first, but soon learned that Slim had been rejuvenated in bed, had turned back into the tiger she had been before they got married.