Chapter 16: CC Hebert...

CC Hebert went through a battery of tests and was assigned to John Lee Hooker Middle School. He was a couple of years older than his classmates, but the administrators figured he might be able to catch up with his cohorts in a year or so.

He was fortunate to be assigned to Harriet ‘Harry’ Hebert for homeroom. She was among the raunchiest teachers in the system and delighted in shocking her students.

After school on his first day, she brought him back to her classroom. “We got the same last name, CC, but I don’t think we’re related.”

“No ma’am.”

“Miss Sabine explained your situation to me — moved out of the bayous, left your father, left all your friends.”

He nodded.

“But you’ll be fine, Sabine looking over you. Your mama — I met Slim at Miss Kitty’s.”

“Oh?”

“Yep, I dance there.” She winked, “In fact, come see me — I’ll be dancing this Saturday.”

Wide-eyed, CC could only nod.

She pulled out her cell, scrolled to her Miss Kitty pussy shot, “Check it out so you can recognize me.”

He stared, gobsmacked. Harry was standing on the stage, one foot up on a chair, smiling cheerfully. She winked at CC and traced her finger along her pussy, “I had a wax just for the photo session.” She winked, “I like my students to see my pussy when it’s bald.”

Sabine and Slim were heading back to the Bayou Bar and Bank to get a ‘Sabine’ — pussy wax, shampoo, morning Dixie. Sabine said, “I’m gonna start gettin’ my pussy done in town — Wendy’s Salon. But I want you to keep comin’ here, keep tabs for me.”

“Yes ma’am. Say, I been meaning to ask you ... I ain’t shown CC my cum video yet.”

Sabine grinned, “Hold off on that. A week from Sunday you’re taking him down to visit Miss Celine Boudreaux.”

“He’s gonna get his first pussy, CC!”

“Yeah, but ‘fore that, them Boudreaux boys gonna fuck you and fuck you an’ fuck you.”

Slim giggled, “An’ you wan’ CC right there, see his mama get boned.”

“Yeah. I tole Celine, turn them boys loose on you, go as long as they can.”

Slim grinned, nodded. Then said, “It’s important CC see me get fucked? I mean before he gets any pussy?”

“Yeah, but I can’t tell you exactly why I wan’ it that way. It jess feels right, somehow.”

Slim giggled again, “Gonna be some education, CC. See me Saturday, up on the stage with Harry. Then them Boudreaux boys the next weekend.”

The Saturday morning crowd behind Miss Kitty’s started building half an hour or so before she unlocked the door. It was the worst-kept secret in Sausalito. Shannon Trudeau gave the boys in town a weekly reminder. “Put it on your calendar, you horny little fuckers. Pussy on stage this Saturday at Miss Kitty’s. Back door, eight o’clock sharp.”

Waiting in the alley, CC Hebert knew a couple of boys from John Lee. And recognized some others enough to nod at them. He found himself not worrying about making friends yet. Life was exciting enough — new house, living with Miss Sabine and Slim. Especially Slim.

Slim, God! He got to sleep with her every night, both of them stark fucking naked. He’d had only one wet dream, and she hadn’t gotten upset.

Kate unlocked the door a few minutes before eight so the audience could get settled before the dancers came on. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment, the boys unbuckled and unzipped. About half of them puddled their shorts and underpants around their ankles. The others, and this time CC joined them, stripped naked. It was somehow even more exciting not to have a stitch on.

They were conscientious lads and kept the little towels they’d been handed close by. It wasn’t a circle jerk, not in the classic sense, but there was a shared camaraderie while openly masturbating in front of each other.

Sausalito mothers had long since given up trying to stem the tide. The Saturday morning show at Miss Kitty’s was now baked in, a weekly ritual, settled law.

CC, having attended the previous week, knew more or less what to expect. He had told Slim, excitedly, “They turn on the music, the dancers come out, they dance around a while, then take off they top.”

Slim grinned, “And...?’

“Dance some more, then take off they thong or panties, waltz around, make sure everybody gets a good look.”

Slim gave an exaggerated yawn, “Pussy? You seen it before.” She winked, “Right here at home.”

“Slim! Them two girls started kissing and humpin’, stark fucking naked!”

“Go on.”

“They touch each other! On the pussy! In the pussy! Lick they fingers, taste pussy!”

But today, CC was especially pumped because his homeroom teacher was not only going to be dancing, but she had encouraged him to come see her. His heart sped up a little at the thought.

CC looked around. Some boys were staring up at the stage as if the dancers were already there. Others were were calling across the room to friends, joking around, teasing. All were stroking themselves. All — all of them that he could see — were fully erect.

Kate didn’t bother dimming the house lights for the audience. She got such a kick out of seeing 40, 50, 60 excited boys beating off.

Evelyn cranked up the music — ‘Stripper Anthem’ by Big Boogie — and the boys went immediately silent.

Evelyn cooed into the mic, “Here she is boys, straight from John Lee Hooker, Harry Hebert.”

Cheers and whistles, but no clapping for obvious reasons. Harry grinned widely at the boys. She made a clockwise circuit of the stage wearing a navy blazer, a raffish Fedora, high heels, and lacy white panties. She was in her element, grinning and calling out to individual boys. “Hi there, Tee-Jim. Bobby-Ray. How’s it hanging, Timmy?”

Tee-Jim and Timmy shot off in the excitement of being recognized. Harry laughed delightedly.

Evelyn lowered the sound, “A special treat, guys, brand new to Miss Kitty’s, I give you Mrs. Slim Hebert!”

CC felt a roaring in his ears, blood rushed to his head, his heart thudded. Slim Hebert, wearing only fuck-me heels, pranced onto the stage to the loudest welcome in the history of Saturday morning.

The boys yelled their boisterous approval, standing and shrieking and stroking faster than ever.

Slim felt sexier than she ever had. Felt wanted, loved, lusted after. She got goosebumps lookin around, seeing 50 naked teenagers staring up at her, hungry, agog, beating off.

Harry stood quietly, off to the side, letting Slim bask in the glow. Slim walked slowly, taking her time. She was having a little trouble walking in those wobbly heels, so she kicked them off. She smiled broady, strolling the perimeter, giving everyone a good, close look.

Evelyn slowly turned the music lower and lower until the crowd went silent too. Slim slithered over to CC and squatted down, her knees skewed out wide. CC stared, not at his mother’s pussy, but into her eyes.

The room was hushed, sensing something, something they couldn’t quite articulate, was happening.

Slim, still smiling, spoke softly, but her voice carried around the room, “CC, I want you to cum on me. Stand on a chair and cum on me.”

He felt an out-of-body experience. Like he was watching everything unfold from on high. He felt like he was moving in slow motion as he moved a chair up against the stage.

Shakily, he stood up on it. Slim whispered, but everyone could hear, “Cum on me, baby boy, cum on me.”

CC exploded, splashing onto her breasts and tummy and pussy. The crowd exploded too, cheering the boy, the dancer, the exhibition.

Harry, now naked, skipped over to Slim, and lay down between her legs. Slim slowly lowered herself until Harry was licking her pussy, slurping up cum.

It had been the shortest Saturday morning show ever, under 30 minutes, but no one was complaining, no one. About two dozen boys came over to fist-bump CC.

“Way to go, man!”

“The best ever!”

“She really your mama? Holy fuck!”

CC later learned that the exhibition had been engineered by Sabine. She had had two goals — to introduce Slim Hebert to Sausalito. Word would spread like wildfire. And, second, to break the ice for CC — to give him the chance to form some immediate friendships with other boys.

Sabine also orchestrated the aftermath. Evelyn turned off the stage lights, leaving the audience area brightly lit. Slim came down to stand beside her son. He started to get dressed, and she shook her head, “Not yet, sugar.”

Evelyn laid a stack of color photos on the chair beside Slim. Ray-Ray had shot Slim standing in the middle of Main Street, sunlight shining directly on her naked body. She had her thumb stuck out like she was trying to hitch a ride.

Slim spent over 30 minutes signing autographs, asking each boy his name, personalizing the message, giving his cock a friendly squeeze. CC wasn’t even aware that he had grown erect again until Slim waggled it, “Cutest cock in town.”

Monday morning. Slim Hebert was the talk of the town. CC himself was a minor celebrity. Several little girls came up to him at John Lee asking for an autograph. Remembering his mother, he asked each of them her name, and personalized the message.

Harry, as irrepressible in the classroom as she was on stage, wrote a question on her blackboard: What little boy’s cum tastes delicious?

Of course the entire school knew that CC had cum on Slim, and that Harry had licked her pussy.

Wishing she had thought of it earlier, Sabine had Ray-Ray shoot a beefcake photo of CC. She had Slim shave off all his pubic hair so that the tiniest of thongs would cover the essentials. Ray-Ray did the shoot early Tuesday morning, on the little deck in back of their rental house.

Because he had worked, and worked hard for a good part of his 15 years on Earth, CC’s body was taut, arms and legs ropy ... he was a male hardbody

Slim didn’t need to be told — she fondled CC until he was rock hard, then stuffed it down into the white thong. It was a sexy contrast to his dark Cajun skin, and his straining cock was clearly outlined.

Ray-Ray printed out the copies and distributed them throughout John Lee Hooker the next morning. At lunchtime, and after school, CC was surrounded by autograph seekers. He was surprised that several young boys were among them.

Sabine knew that she could never completely break down the mother/son bond between Slim and CC. And, she didn’t want to. But after the two of them had been living in Sausalito for a month in the Firefly House, sleeping together every night, the relationship had certainly shifted.

Slim felt more affection than ever for the boy. Both of them were going though seismic life changes. For years CC had know his mother was a true beauty. Had harbored secret, naughty thoughts. Had masturbated frequently as he fantasized about her.

Slim had known, of course; any mother would. It had amused her, and, at times, given her a certain little tingle. Then Hurricane Sabine entered their lives, and nothing would ever be the same.

In their new home, Slim masturbated CC every once in a while. And she was just waiting for Sabine to tell her to start blowing him. Then one Sunday morning, she realized that Sabine was never going to tell her to suck his cock. She wanted Slim to decide to do it on her own. No, Slim thought, it’s more than that. Sabine wants me to want to do him.

She gave herself a mental head-slap. Why had she been so clueless?

After breakfast, CC was doing the dishes as he always did. Slim turned off the faucet, and he looked at her quizzically.

She undid her robe and tossed it on a chair, “Undress, honey bunny.”

“Okay Ma ... okay, Slim.”

As Sabine sipped chicory, Slim sat on a kitchen chair and took him in her mouth. CC said, “Oh.”

It didn’t take her a minute. She had her palms on his bare butt and swirled her tongue around the head aggressively. He arched his back, “Oh Slim!” and exploded.

Slim felt a welter of emotions coursing through. Excitement, naughtiness, gratitude, and, more than anything, love. She tightened her mouth, cheeks, tongue around him to create maximum suction and sucked as hard as she could to get every last drop.

She sat back, sighed in satisfaction, and turned to Sabine, “Sorry it took so long, I don’ know what the fuck was wrong with me.”

Sabine smiled kindly, “You learning, Mrs. Slim, you learning.”

Slim gazed reflectively into the distance, “God, I loved being up on that stage, all them boys panting after me.”

“How’d you like getting your pussy licked for the first time?”

“You know, I barely noticed it, me. ‘Bout all I could think about was them 50 naked boys.” She refocused. looked at Sabine, “I got nothing against pussy-lickin’, never really have. But next time I jess want one girl an’ me.”

“An’ maybe CC.”

Slim blinked, surprised, “Acourse CC, if he’s handy.”

“He will be, CC.”

The next day, Monday, Sabine put Slim on Shannon Says.

“The town is talking about you, Mrs. Slim Hebert. You put on the sexiest, raunchiest, dirtiest Saturday morning show in the history of Miss Kitty’s.”

“Well, it was me an’ Harry.”

“But who let a certain little boy spurt cum all over her cunt?

No one could see it, but Slim colored a bit. “I guess I got a little carried away, me.” Hardly. Sabine had choreographed the entire performance.

“And who was the lucky little boy?”

A deeper blush. “CC.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Cecil Claude Hebert.”

“Cecil Claude Hebert. Hmm, same last name as you. Any comment?”

Slim gathered herself, “He’s my son, CC. First time ever he saw me dance. I wanted to give him a special treat, CC.”

“Perfectly understandable, Slim. I imagine a lot of Sausalito mothers would have done the very same thing.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And then Harry Hebert, a popular teacher at John Lee Hooker, licked up your son’s cum.”

“Yes ma’am. First time a girl licked my pussy.”

“You’ve lived a very sheltered life, Slim. Tell Sausalito — did you enjoy it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“I was distracted, me, all them naked boys, beating off, looking up at me.”

“You enjoyed being stark fucking naked, covered in cum, and having 50 or 60 naked boys wanting to fuck you?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

“So, Mrs. Slim Hebert, word is that your Saturday morning slut-fest wasn’t the final chapter in the Slim and CC saga.”

“It wasn’t?” Knowing what was coming next.

“All of Sausalito is talking about it, Slim. Sunday morning you gave your own son — Cecil Claude Hebert — a blowjob.”

“Absolutely not! That would be incest. An’ illegal. I would never consider that, me.”

“Right. Now what does his cum taste like, dear?”

“Saltier than I had thought, me. Sweet at the same time. Almost as much the third time as the first.”

Harry had a stack of CC photos waiting when school started a few minutes later. More autographs. His stature grew even more. But ... The Slim Hebert legend had taken an even bigger jump.

Sausalito’s perception of the employees at Miss Kitty’s had evolved over the years. At first they were referred to as ‘those strippers’. As the economy waxed and waned, a more understanding attitude crept in. The mantra — a job is a job — began circulating and was soon generally agreed upon. Strippers were now dancers. Same job, but a more respectable description.

When Eulalie Guidry first began sexing things up — sexing things up in the public domain — some citizens began thinking of the dancers as a little bit trampy, perhaps bordering on slutty.

But, as finger-fucking on stage, sucking cock and swallowing cum in the BJ room, became fairly common topics of discussion in homes and classrooms, the ‘a job is a job’ attitude became pervasive once again.

And, when periodic recessions with the accompanying layoffs occurred, job applications at Miss Kitty’s grew exponentially. Dancers were still dancers even though their exploits were more talked about than ever.

When Eulalie appointed Sabine Babineaux as her local representative, Sausalito was more titillated than shocked as the little girl from the Cajun Bayous not only raised the naughtiness bar, but turned the sex spotlight on brighter than ever.

Shannon Trudeau was a major contributor to the publicizing of the racier antics. She had covered the MOMs WEEK contest in both the Sausalito Chronicle and, more graphically, through Shannon Says. Peggy Mouton, who had sucked more cocks than any other mother that week, was surprised and gratified at the positive reaction from friends and strangers. Of course, the $500 prize was not only noteworthy, but earned her considerable respect in the community. So many families were living day-to-day in those hardscrabble times.