Chapter 19: Somehow, consuming a cup of cum...

Somehow, consuming a cup of cum seemed even bolder, naughtier, to the town gossips. Counting the number of blowjobs was one thing, but this — measuring cum — seemed to reach an entirely new level.

Not that any of the dancing moms had any hesitation. They’d already had their blowjob totals posted in the public domain. Plus... $500!

As Kate had expected, the Cup of Cum contest set the town abuzz. And while no one could articulate exactly why, the idea of a cupload seemed far more obscene than the number of blowjobs.

Shannon Trudeau — on the same Monday that the Chronicle broke the news — had Kate Broussard on Shannon Says.

“Kate, this is the most delicious contest you’ve ever staged.” Coming from a lesbian who had never had a penis in her mouth. Never would.

“I can tell you this, Shannon, my girls are raring to go!”

“Now why are you limiting it to mothers?”

“Raising kids is not only hard work, but it’s expensive. That $500 will be a big help.”

“That, and the prestige — one lucky mama will take home the coveted Cum Cup.”

“That’s right, Shannon. Her name will be engraved on it, courtesy of Goldman Jewelers. It’ll also show the dates — start to finish — of how quickly she sucked 50 cocks.”

Speculation was rampant — a small-time local bookie, Sherry Benoit — accepted one-dollar wages from “Any child in the Sausalito school system.”

What delighted Eulalie were the Cup of Cum conversations that were being held around various family dining tables. Things had progressed to the point that hardly anyone marveled at the sheer audacity of the contest itself. No, most of the chatter was speculative — which Sausalito mother would be the first to suck off 50 guys during the course of the contest?

Eulalie winked at Chase, “I wonder how young some of those kids are? The ones placing bets?”

There were now 16 mothers dancing at Miss Kitty’s. Each of Sherry’s winning bettors would earn three dollars from Sherry if his pick triumphed.

Harry Hebert, although not a mother, was the boldest of the teachers. At John Lee Hooker Middle School she brought in several measuring cups and had her students fill them one teaspoon of water at a time. Interestingly, the girls were more careful, slowly filling each spoon to the top. The boys? They just splashed some water in and dumped it in the cup.

She told her students, “Either way is fine, kids. Some guys don’t shoot a full teaspoon of cum. Others ... well they might fill two or three.”

The little girls exchanged glances ... new information to file away.

Sunday morning. Harold Moreau, 8 3/4 inches, announced to Jill and Kimmy, “Contrary Mary’s.” The mother and daughter were used to his pronouncements; they let him think he was running things. Kimmy had just gotten home from her dance lessons at Miss Kitty’s.

The old building was jumping with an after-church crowd composed mostly of families. The young Cajun waitresses weren’t harried; they continued their flirty ways — joking and gossiping — even as orders backed up.

Jill and Harold sipped spicy Bloody Marys; Jill allowed Kimmy an icy cold Dixie. Cheeseburgers and twice-fried shoestring potatoes — the only items on the menu.

Jill and Kimmy sat in one side of the cracked-leather booth facing Harold. Jill heard a, “Hi there, Kimmy,” and looked up to see Danny Boy Aubert beaming down at them. Both Jill and Kimmy blushed; both were thinking the same thing.

The boy held out his hand to Harold, “Hello, sir, Danny Aubert. Me and Kimmy have homeroom together.”

Jill thought: And the PEEP SHOW.

Danny smiled at Jill and held out his hand, “Mrs. Moreau, a pleasure.”

“Oh, call me Jill.”

Harold looked at her strangely.

Back home, Harold watching football on TV, Kimmy made a circle with her fingers and thumbs, “No lie, Mama.”

Jill glanced at her husband, then back to Kimmy. She whispered, “Halfway to his knees?”

“At least.”

Bonnie and Peggy’s neighbors called it the Ladies House, and — typical of Sausalito — brought housewarming gifts. Platters of food, plus wine and beer. No one commented on the lesbian aspect of the relationship — those two certainly weren’t dykes, although that would have been okay too.

Their next-door neighbor to the west, Mrs. Pauline AuCoin, told her children, “Look, Peggy Mouton won the cocksucking contest, but Bonnie LeRue gave a dozen blowjobs and that there is real good too.”

“What’s your record, Mama?” Petey, her cheeky one. She slapped the back of his head, “Finish them green beans, boy.” Her other kids tittered. Teasing Mama was a built-in tradition.

Over time, Richard LeRue, at 15, the oldest of the seven boys, became the de facto family patriarch at the Ladies House. He settled the inevitable squabbles when the boys became too loud. Oversaw homework assignments as Bonnie and Peggy had never done very well in school. Although both had graduated from Sausalito High.

Richard also took over the budget — making cash deposits, paying the rent and other bills, gradually growing the merged savings account.

Kate Broussard tried to arrange shifts so that either Bonnie or Peggy would be home at night, but that wasn’t always possible. But they didn’t worry; their kids had been putting themselves to bed for ages.

The Ladies House had one air conditioner — a window unit in the living room. Richard soon figured out to close the doors to the three bedrooms. The air conditioner never cooled them off very much anyway; it now worked better servicing only the one room.

So that became the merged families’ gathering spot. Television, board games, homework. The boys wore jockey shorts except at bedtime. Bonnie and Peggy wore a bra and panties. So, the boys caught an eyeful, so what?

Eventually, Richard was doing most of the grocery shopping, and much of the cooking.

Bonnie was pleased with how well he was getting along with Peggy — the two of them were thick as thieves, whispering and giggling and teasing each other. When Bonnie was at work and the younger kids settled for the night ... that was one of Richard’s favorite times. He hadn’t been kidding when he told his mother that Peggy was his second favorite dancer.

Peggy was well aware she had an admirer, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, was flattered by the attention. They would sit side by side on the sofa, in their underwear, feet up on the coffee table, visiting amiably.

Knowing how it enflamed him, Peggy cheerfully described her time at Miss Kitty’s. “Me an’ Jolene Horton got the giggles an’ decided to shock that sleepy lunchtime crowd.”

Richard sat up, “Oh?”

“We walked out on that stage stark naked. Didn’t even pretend to dance.”

Richard’s bulge began to throb.

“We sat side by side in these metal folding chairs — they was nice and cool on our butts. I threw my leg over Jolene’s an’ we just started finger-fucking each other.”

Richard sucked in his breath.

Another typical Peggy conversation, “I’d rather lick Bonnie’s pussy than suck every dick in town.”

Another evening — “Bonnie done got my number, Richard. Nobody ever made me cum like she can.”

Bonnie was, of course aware of the flirty atmosphere. One night after the last shift, they were in the shower at Miss Kitty’s. Peggy said, “You want I should start sucking Richard off?”

Bonnie considered the offer. “No, but thank you, hon. He’d love it, Richard, an’ I certainly wouldn’t mind. But it might ... I dunno ... throw things off balance or something. Let’s wait a while longer.”

As usual on Friday nights, one of Rémy’s patrolmen was waiting to give them a ride home. It was only a few blocks, but it was after midnight. Since it wasn’t a school night, Richard was waiting up for them. White wine chilled, turkey sandwiches on the ready.

Bonnie and Peggy gave the boys’ bedrooms a perfunctory check — all six present and accounted for. Two under a sheet, four nude. The sleeping arrangements were fluid. Richard allowed them to choose which bunk beds they wanted each night. And, it varied depending on recent alliances, arguments, class projects, etc.

The girls stripped down to panties — they were more casual when the young ones were asleep. Bonnie smiled understandingly at Richard, gave his bulge a friendly pat, “Honey, go take care of that, then come have a glass of wine with us.”

Peggy winked and patted him on the butt. Richard returned a minute or so later, and sat between them on the couch. He put his arm around their shoulders, and they sighed and leaned in. A dad and two moms relaxing after the kids were asleep.

About a month later, Richard surprised the girls with a massage table, “The Jennings had a garage sale — two bucks.”

Bonnie laughed, “An’ you just can’t wait to get your paws on us, right?”

Joshing aside, a neck and shoulder massage became a welcome Friday and Saturday after-work ritual. Richard didn’t have any particular skills in that area, but just having achy muscles massaged relaxed the girls and sent them off to slumberland.

Nudity — in that small house, in the heat wave — was inevitable. Seeing an occasional penis was hardly a thrill to the Blowjob Room veterans. And the boys soon became sort of used to seeing a naked woman now and then.

Eventually, as the unforgiving temperatures lingered on and on, the girls abandoned even their panties for their late-night massages. Bonnie said, “Richard, you watched that Saturday morning video, me an’ Peggy ‘bout a thousand times. We ain’t got nothin’ you ain’t seen.”

True. But the mother and son knew — consciously and subconsciously — that this was different. Being naked in the living room, lights on, in front of the boy, was far more intimate than the most explicit video in the world.

And Peggy, mischievous Peggy, was no help.

“Bonnie?”

“Yeah?”

“When was the last time you fucked a guy?”

Bonnie, lying face down on the massage table, frowned. “You know, I can’t even remember.”

Richard, whose skills were improving, kneaded her shoulders while his thumbs worked out the tension in her neck.

Peggy was leaning back on the sofa, watching them, idly stroking her bare pussy. That was a recent development, much appreciated by the male head of the household.

Bonnie rolled over on her back and smiled fondly at her friend, “Babe, sex with you is so good, I don’ care if I never fuck another guy, me.”

Richard, the family comptroller said, “But you’re still going to try to win the Cum Cup, right, Ma?”

She snorted, “You kidding me? Five hundred dollars? No way I pass on that.”

“I just hope you or Peggy wins.”

Bonnie said, “It would be something, wouldn’t it, Peggy, if a lesbian won the Cum Cup?”

Richard, “Are you guys lesbians, Ma?”

Bonnie thought about it as she reached down to her pussy, “I guess I am, honey.”

Peggy got up from the sofa, bent down, whispered, “So am I, my love, so am I.”

She lowered her head further, and started kissing Bonnie. Reluctantly, Richard went to his bedroom to give them their privacy. And into the bathroom to masturbate. He’d seen Bonnie and Peggy performing countless sex acts on tape, but this was the first time he’d seen his mother touch herself in front of him.

The Monday Mamas were discussing husbands. On Shannon Says one of Kate’s dancers had announced that she had kicked her husband out. “I found out he was fucking my little sister.”

Sally Allard smiled at her friends, “Back before I married Wilson, he was dating my older sister.”

Jill said, “An’ he was fucking you.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t mind; she was bored with him by then.”

Toni LaRue teased Jill, “You aren’t leaving Harold, I bet. Not with 8 or 9 inches.”

Jill snorted and made a tiny circle, “Needle dick.” Harsh, but the Monday Mamas knew each other well. Were used to frank talk.

Sally grinned, “Jill got herself a secret admirer. Thinks she’s a MILF.”

Now that was always an interesting topic. Toni said, “Oh yeah, who?”

Jill blushed a little, “Danny Boy. According to Harry.”

Even more interesting. Kate smiled as she listened to the girls’ speculations.

To publicize the Cum Cup competition, Kate arranged for a nude photo shoot for all 16 moms. She also leaked the word that it would take place on a Sunday morning at 7 o’clock. There was a grassy oval where the flagpole stood in front of Carver Elementary.

Ray-Ray Fontenot had gone fully digital these days so he took dozens of photos without pausing. Nine of the dancers had had some pubic hair — a diamond, an arrow, like that. Then Kate had each of them waxed bald so they would match.

Kate herself showed up to supervise. There were over a hundred eager spectators, and not all of them were kids. The 16 women were of various heights and shapes — they were giggly and excited and proud. Quite a contrast from the dancers who were hired when Miss Kitty’s first opened. Rémy sent two patrol units to the photo shoot to make sure nothing got out of hand. Several other cops, along with dozens of citizens, drove slowly by.

Sagely, Kate had brought a stack of individual nude photos so that after Ray-Ray had finished, her girls could sign autographs for everyone who asked.

Kate posed them in various positions with rotating placements; the only common theme was that all 16 were in the frame at the same time. She had Ray-Ray also shoot a few explicit shots that showed them fingering each other. Those would be posted on the website.

The money shot — the one for the front window at Kitty’s — showed the girls standing in a row, arms around each other’s shoulders, smiling gaily at the camera, sunlight streaming down on them.

The horizontal group photo that Kate mounted in her front windows had the headline; CUM CUP in large letters over the girls’ heads.

A narrow white strip over each set of nipples was adorned with the girl’s name: Bonnie LaRue — 4 children.

Another narrow strip barely covered each competitor’s pussy lips —- the running totals would be tallied there each morning: 3 teaspoons, 8 teaspoons, etc.

The controversy — what controversy there was — revolved around Kate’s audacity to do the photo shoot in the heart of Sausalito. Not only in town, but in front of an elementary school, right out in the freaking sunshine.

But who could people complain to? The mayor, the city council, the school system, even the police, were firmly in the Miss Kitty camp.

Shannon Trudeau made the announcement over WZYD: “Sausalito, we have a winner! Bonnie LeRue was the first girl to swallow a full cup of cum — congratulations, my dear.”

Unlike her first radio interview, Bonnie was calm, composed. “Thank you Miss Shannon, it’s a great honor and I’ll treasure the Cum Cup forever.”

“And the five-hundred smackaroos.”

“Yes ma’am, me an’ Peggy can sure use the money.”

“Peggy, Peggy Mouton, your lesbian wife.”

“Well, we ain’t officially married, but, yeah, we lesbians.”

“Lesbians who suck cocks. Peggy herself gave ... um, 36 blowjobs. With your 50 that’s a total of... 86 in a little under three weeks. Remarkable.”

“Thank you.”

“Bonnie, this Cum Cup is one fine handsome piece of work. Tell me, where will you display it?”

“With our prized photographs. The naked pussy ones an’ you know, the ones with a dick in our mouths.”

‘Genius! And where exactly is that?”

“We got us a built-in shelf, come with the house, in our little breakfast nook. It’s really sunny, pretty there.”

“Where all your children can see it every day. How many do you and Peggy have, dear?”

“I got four, Peggy, three, all boys.”

“And what do they think of the Cum Cup? Of you swallowing fifty loads of cum in under three weeks?”

“Oh, they proud as they can be. Richard took us all out for cheeseburgers an’ beer last night at Contrary Mary’s.”

“Well deserved. Now, I’m looking right at the Cum Cup. For you kids who didn’t see it in Miss Kitty’s window, it’s gold-plated, shaped like a teacup, has Bonnie’s name on it, and shows the dates during which she sucked off fifty different cocks. Excuse me — sucked and swallowed, swallowed being the operative word, fifty mouthfuls of cum.”

“It’s the most precious thing I ever owned, me. Shannon, I’ll treasure it forever.”

“I’m sure you will, dear. Now let’s imagine this cup was actually filled with cum, right this minute.”

“Okay.”

“Would you drink it down?”

“Uh, I’d need to think on that, me.”

“Take your time.”

Bonnie frowned, staring at the cup. “Ma’am, would it be fresh cum?”

“Absolutely. Just imagine 50 naked boys at your Saturday morning show.”

Bonnie closed her eyes to concentrate, “An’ they all jack off in the cup?”

“Exactly.”

Bonnie opened her eyes and giggled, “They’d overflow that little cup, them boys.”

“I’m sure. But would you drink down the cum?”

Bonnie took some more time, wanting to be sure. She nodded to herself, “Yes ma’am I would. Fresh little-boy cum? I certainly would.”

The Sausalito Chronicle had to be comparatively circumspect in announcing the winner of the Cum Cup. Shannon Trudeau did print the nude photo of Bonnie LeRue since her nipples and pussy were covered.

“Cum Cup champion, Bonnie LeRue takes home $500 prize!”

“Bonnie, in a hard-fought contest that went down to the wire, swallowed 50 loads in less than three weeks. In an exclusive interview on WZYD, basking in the glow of victory, Bonnie said that she would drink a full cup, all at once, provided it was fresh out of the source. Make that 50 sources. Congratulations to the naughty mama that every boy in Sausalito admires — Bonnie LeRue!”