Chapter 18: The Saturday morning shows...

The Saturday morning shows at Miss Kitty’s were no longer talked about all that much. Mothers around town had dropped any objections long ago. Their boys were so eager, so grateful. At that age they were just walking hormones, and were going to jack off anyway. Do it at Miss Kitty’s ... fine with most of the mamas.

After the smashing success when Slim Hebert had stunned the room — stunned the town really — Kate started assigning other mothers who danced for her to perform on those Saturday mornings.

A few were mortified at the idea of stripping in front of their sons and his friends. But, they’d already posed naked, and later with a cock in their mouth. Besides, it was not only the best job they’d ever had, they were actually gaining respect around town.

Bonnie LaRue, mother of four boys, asked Kate, “Could we at least not get finger-fucked?” Her oldest son, Richard, was a regular attendee.

Kate just looked at her. She didn’t need to spell out what the alternatives were. Kate had a long list of applicants, some of whom were desperate for a job. At Sabine’s request, Kate had moved Sausalito mothers to the top of the waiting list.

Bonnie, and all of the dancers, knew they could be replaced in an instant. Replaced with moms who wouldn’t hesitate to bare it all, no matter who was in the audience.

Kate wasn’t vindictive, she understood how life could grind you down, how money problems could dictate uncomfortable choices. But she was annoyed because Bonnie had asked her in the dressing room, in front of several other dancers.

Later she pulled Peggy Mouton aside, “I’m pairing you up with Bonnie for the Saturday morning show.”

Shrug, “Sure.”

“I want both of you naked early on. Finger-fucking and licking pussy. A lot of licking.”

Peggy knew Bonnie’s oldest son would be front and center. She looked at Kate evenly for several moments. Shrugged again, “Sure.”

Kate made one adjustment solely for her own amusement. She told her girls, “Have those boys strip naked the moment they come in. No more pants around their ankles.”

Several of the dancers laughed, exchanged high-fives. Turnabout was fair play. Kate knew that not a single boy would object. They were there to see live pussy, often from someone they knew. And to jerk off, of course.

Kate tasked Ray-Ray Fontenot with preserving the event for history. “Use your cell to tape everything. Walk around through the audience. Try to get every boy. And the dancers of course.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You know Richard LaRue?”

“Yes ma’am, we got history together.”

“He’s gonna be front row, east side. Peggy Mouton’s gonna bring his mama right over there.”

“Like Slim and CC.”

“Like that except Bonnie doesn’t want her son to see her.”

Ray-Ray, veteran photographer, whose own mother, GiGi, had no such scruples, said, “Tough titty.”

“Tough titty is right. I want video of Bonnie and Peggy finger-fucking and licking pussy.”

“With Richard in the picture.”

“In the picture, naked and jacking off. And, hopefully cummng.”

Kate wasn’t mean-spirited, but sometimes a dancer just had to be reminded of where she stood in the pecking order.

This was the first Saturday morning show for both Peggy and Bonnie. Both Cajun girls were pretty — all of the dancers were. Peggy was just a little plump; Bonnie was slender, with the widest, most gorgeous smile. Between them, they had seven boys. Richard, Bonnie’s oldest was in the audience.

Peggy and Bonnie were surprised by several things. The number of young boys — over 50 of them. That they were, each and every one, completely naked. That the entire room — stage and audience sections — were brightly lit. The roomful of cheering boys was every bit as visible as the stage.

Evelyn cranked up the opening number — ‘Naked Hustle’ by Bizzle — and Peggy grabbed Bonnie’s hand and led her out to the stage. They wore matching bowlers, unbuttoned pinstriped vests, and frilly pink panties.

Peggy led the way around the stage in a clockwise direction to thunderous cheers and whistles. Bonnie, with black hair and a beautiful smile, relaxed and started to bask in the crowd’s enthusiasm. She purposely unfocused her eyes so she wouldn’t see individual faces.

Peggy stopped her about midway on the east side of the stage for a deep kiss. The roars got even louder. Bonnie felt Peggy’s fingers inside the back of her panties. Wait! Not yet! Suddenly they were bunched down around her ankles and Bonnie had no choice but to kick them off.

As she was concentrating on maintaining her balance, Peggy slid Bonnie’s vest off, and before she knew it, long before she was ready, Bonnie was naked except for her hat and heels.

Peggy held her wrists and raised her friend’s arms up high. Twirled her around to raucous cheers, excited laughter, and the loudest whistles she had ever heard. Bonnie’s mind was reeling, her vision blurred.

Yet, at the same time she felt a surge of excitement at being the center of all those boys’ attention. When she felt Peggy’s finger enter her pussy, Bonnie just surrendered whatever resistance she had left. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and humped against Peggy’s hand.

Peggy had been in Bonnie’s position when she tried to back out of the MOMs WEEK cocksucking contest. Kate kept her in, and made her win. Peggy felt Bonnie getting close and said, “Cum, baby cum.”

Bonnie didn’t have any choice; her body needed it, wanted it. Her mouth, no longer under her control, screamed, “I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!” to the great delight of the audience.

The two women embraced again, kissing hungrily. Peggy gently lowered Bonnie to the floor. The boys, realizing that the action was confined to one side of the stage, rushed over, crowding against each other, stroking gleefully.

Ray-Ray, standing on a chair, captured much of the scene.

With Bonnie on her back, Peggy straddled the woman and lowered her pussy to her face. Even in her excitement, Peggy saw that Richard was right there, right where Kate had told her he would be.

Bonnie had her hands on Peggy’s butt as she strained upward, her now-hungry tongue licking her friend’s clit. Peggy giggled as Richard shot off, didn’t lose his erection and kept stroking.

Bonnie had lost the last of her inhibitions by this time. She’d never experienced this degree of audience enthusiasm. Evelyn turned the music down, then off. There was no longer any pretense of dancing. This was a girl-on-girl orgy.

Bonnie and Peggy were ravenous, arousing each other and being rousingly cheered by the naked audience. They did a brief 69, but couldn’t really concentrate. So they took turns, kissing and licking and fingering with abandon,

Evelyn, sensing the occasion, dimmed the audience lights, and focused the house spotlight on the wriggling, writhing ladies who had become totally lost with each other. The boys realized that this was the real deal — not two girls faking it like in porn. Bonnie and Peggy were really cumming — frequently and eagerly.

The quarterly parent’s conference at John Lee Hooker Middle School began with a visit to the homeroom teacher. Kimmy Moreau had Harriet ‘Harry’ Hebert, and that’s where Jill’s first meeting was.

Before they even began going over the evaluation chart, Harry winked at Jill, “You got yourself a secret admirer, Mrs. Moreau.”

Well. That was an interesting opener. “Oh?”

Harry grinned, “Danny Boy Aubert got himself a major league crush on you. Tole his little outlaw buddies that you’re his favorite MILF.”

Jill felt a little jolt of pleasure. It was fun to hear. Flattering. And Danny Boy ... hmm, even more delicious. She couldn’t wait to tell Sally.

Jill tried to sound casual, “I heard about him.” Shrug, “Silly gossip.”

Harry leaned back and looked directly at the woman, “No, Mrs. Moreau, it isn’t gossip, it’s gospel.”

“Oh.”

Harry held her hands several inches apart and winked.

Jill said, “Oh. Oh, my.”

Kate sent Bonnie LaRue to be interviewed on Shannon Says.

This was the Monday after Bonnie had performed for all those teenage boys in the Saturday morning show. Bonnie had been reluctant to dance because her oldest son, Richard, was a faithful, and eager, attendee.

That previous Saturday, as she fed her boys breakfast, she was dreading it more and more. To add a dash of ironic injury to the situation, Richard’s bike had a flat tire. For a second, Bonnie felt a rush of relief — they lived a couple of miles from Miss Kitty’s, maybe she could convince Richard to stay home, just this once.

But she knew Kate would be upset —she had chosen Bonnie precisely because Richard would be there.

So, Bonnie had to give Richard a ride from their home down near the City Dock, through residential Sausalito, to Main Street. Her old Chevy coughed and sputtered — Bonnie knew it needed a tune-up bad. Before that fucker Calvin had left her, he used to take care of things like that. She was dreading the garage bill.

Richard, a fairly sensitive boy, knew how uncomfortable his mother was. “Ma, I kin stay home, I don’t mind, me.” Not that he wanted to miss the show, not at all. But he had some built-in kindness, unusual for a boy his age.

Bonnie gave him a wan smile, “Thanks, honey, but Kate wants ... well, it don’t matter, you kin go. Jess don’t stare at me.” She thought: Fat chance.

“I promise, Ma.”

Well, the show had gone on, and she had felt like the town slut. But she had also cum faster, harder, more often, than with any man she’d ever been with.

After the performance, Bonnie was startled to see Richard waiting in her 1980 Nova. She’d forgotten about his bike, forgotten she’d given him a ride. She blushed furiously as she slid behind the wheel. Both were silent for several blocks as the car sputtered and billowed smoke.

Bonnie couldn’t stand the silence, “Well, you seen me at my worst.”

“Ma?”

“Yeah?”

“You were ... you were awesome! I was so proud. Beautiful and sexy and ... awesome.”

She glanced at him, back to the road, “Maybe so, but it ain’t right, you never shoulda seen me, not like that.”

Richard didn’t argue; he’d bide his time. Wait until she was in a better mood. He wanted so much to convey how magnificent she was.

Later that day, Bonnie tried to focus on the positives. When a dancer worked the Saturday morning show, Kate gave her the late shift on the following Friday and Saturday nights — the two most lucrative of the week.

Maybe the biggest plus — the event was over. Even if someday Kate did tap her for another morning show ... well, she’d been through her baptism of fire. The second time wouldn’t be so nerve-racking.

In addition, she had loved the screaming, wildly cheering audience. Putting Richard aside, all those naked boys beating off to her ... well, she’d never experienced a high anywhere near that.

As for the sex itself? Was she turning into a lesbian? After Peggy, she wouldn’t mind, not at all. Of course she’d still suck cocks, God knew she needed the money.

Well, in any case, Saturday was behind her. She’d gotten through it.

When Kate told her to go on Shannon Says. Bonnie just shrugged. She knew the interview would be explicit, would focus on the mini-orgy, but so what? By that time, most everyone in town would already have heard about it.

As she left for WZYD, Richard walked her to the car. Of course her boys would be listening; they always did. He gave her a hug, “Good luck, Ma, I love you.”

Whoa! First time he’d told her that in years. “Love you too, honey.”

In the station, Shannon Trudeau didn’t waste any time, “Hello there, Mrs. Bonnie LaRue. You and Peggy Mouton are the toast of Sausalito.”

“Well, we’re professional dancers.”

“Tell me, dear, tell everyone in town, what was it like to lap Peggy’s cunt with 60 naked boys cheering you on and beating off?”

Bonnie blushed a deep red, God did this woman have to be so graphic? Her boys were listening.

“Oh, Shannon, you know how everyone exaggerates. We got a little frisky, me and Peggy, but...”

Shannon held up her hand. “You haven’t checked out the Miss Kitty website today, have you?”

“Uh, no.”

“Let me show you the latest video.” She gave the site address to her listeners, “Tune in right now while I show Mrs. Bonnie LaRue exactly what Sluts on Stage look like.”

Bonnie stared at Shannon’s iPad, shocked to her toes. She’d had no idea that it had been posted. Ray-Ray had edited and condensed the hour-long session into a two-minute clip. He had included only the two women, none of the naked boys were visible.

Shannon gave a running commentary that Bonnie barely heard; she was almost in shock. The phones were ringing off the hook. As she’d been instructed, Shannon’s assistant put only the boys who had actually attended on the air.

They were universally enthusiastic, praising Bonnie and Peggy to the skies.

Then Shannon said, “We have a special call-in guest — Kate Broussard, owner and manager of Miss Kitty’s. Kate?”

“Hello Shannon. And a special hello to Bonnie.”

Bonnie was barely audible, “Hello, Kate.”

“Honey, Miss Kitty’s has been flooded with calls — all day Saturday and Sunday. Raving, simply raving about you and Peggy.”

“Oh?”

“So I’m bringing you girls in to put on a special show tonight.”

Shannon, “Okay, Sausalito, you heard Kate. Head on downtown tonight to see the most eager cunt-licking you can imagine. Bonnie, honey, you ever think about going lez full time?”

She was caught off guard, “Uh, yeah, a little.”

“Would that mean you’d stop sucking cock in the Blowjob Room?”

“Oh God no! Not ever!”

Kate returned, “Bonnie, I want you and Peggy to wow ‘em tonight. You have no idea how much demand there is for an encore performance. I’ll guarantee you girls $200 each in tips.”

This got Bonnie’s full attention, “Two hundred dollars? For a Monday night?”

“It’ll be even more if you girls let yourself go wild like you did Saturday.”

That — the money — was all she Bonnie could think about as Shannon signed off, “Miss Kitty’s tonight, Sausalito — two cunts who love cunt.”

As Bonnie rose to leave, Shannon walked with her and said, “One more thing, honey.”

“What?”

“What’s your son’s name.?”

“Um, my oldest? Richard?”

“Kate wants you to show him this as soon as you get home.”

“What?”

Shannon tapped her iPad, gazing at Bonnie with avid curiosity.

Bonnie gasped. It was a 50-second clip. She was sitting on Peggy’s face, her bowler at a jaunty angle. She was leaning back on her hands, facing the audience directly where Richard, naked, erect, stroking, and staring at her from two feet away, spurted cum up into the air.

He had a look of pure adoration on his face. Bonnie stared in disbelief as he stayed hard, his hips thrusting toward her, stroking even faster.

On her drive back home, Bonnie glanced at her Samsung. Her head was spinning. It was bad enough — yet deliciously good in some perverse way — that the tape of Peggy and her was posted for everyone to see.

But this clip, the Richard clip ... well, she knew she didn’t have any choice. She’d get it over with, show it to him first time they were alone. She stopped her car and ran it again.

She looked at it through her most critical lens. Had to admit, God, she did look good. Her tits were still firm. Her best feature, her wide, white smile, looked magnificent. Her eyes were clouded with passion.

As she studied her oldest son, she decided his cock was about average in length and width. The amount of cum — double, maybe even triple, based on her experience in the BJ Room. But what Bonnie ended up focusing on the most was the expression on Richard’s face.

If she’d had time to guess, she would have assumed she’d see need, lust, maybe even lechery. Instead, she saw admiration bordering on awe. Some hunger and need, sure, but more than anything, love.

At home she asked Rollo, “Where’s Richard?” She had completely forgotten that her boys would have listened to Shannon Says.

Her youngest looked at her cheekily, but wisely decided not to smart-ass it. “He took his bike to the Shell station, get that tire fixed.” Her other three were heading off to school, but she didn’t blame Richard for skipping, not today, not after Shannon Says.

On impulse, Bonnie headed back downtown. Partly she wanted to get it over with. Kate told her to show the clip to Richard; she would fucking show the clip to Richard. But more than that, she wanted to talk things through with her oldest boy.

She caught him pedaling back; stopped and watched as he loaded his battered old bike into her trunk.

“What’s up, Ma?”

“I assume you logged on to Miss Kitty’s?”

The boy colored a little, but didn’t look away, “You can’t know how proud of you I am. I got about a million calls already.”

“Richard.”

“Yeah?”

“There’s more.” She thrust her cell into his hands.

Richard stared, fascinated, Ran it again, then a third time. “Ma, you are the most beautiful woman I ever seen. I love you.”