Chapter 22: The Unprecedented Heat Wave...

The unprecedented heat wave hit Sausalito and the Cajun Bayous in different ways. The unremitting temperatures were the same, but they smacked the townspeople like a blast furnace when they left an air-conditioned room or car.

No such appliances down in the bayous. There the heat was constant, intense, sticky, unrelenting. Showers helped, but only provided a few minutes of relief.

Those folks weren’t complainers, not those stoic, hardy souls. They were also pragmatic — especially the matriarchs. Trying to keep kids even in underwear was impractical. Like trying to resist the tide coming in every twelve hours. Not worth the effort and not possible anyway.

“It ain’t like my girls ain’t seen hard-ons before, non.”

“Mine don’ even bother to watch they brothers jack off no more.”

Even the old timers agreed — they’d never seen this kind of heat last this long.

Slim and CC Hebert were a familiar sight down in the Cajun Bayous almost every week. They’d been born and raised there so they knew almost everyone, at least by sight. But even after Sabine had moved them to the city, they still returned on a regular basis.

Slim — the sexiest girl the bayous had seen — topless in her thong. CC, slender and muscular at the same time, in a matching thong.

The folks down there were used to seeing them making the rounds, visiting, bearing lagniappes, taking the community temperature, testing the mood. But this time they were also on a dedicated mission to start getting grandmothers involved, sexually involved, with their grandsons.

Sabine had told them, “It should be easier than in Sausalito. Them grannies down there seen it all.”

Slim and CC appreciated that clothing was scanty or even absent in this killer heat wave. And that sex was far more open than in town. Homes were run by the mothers, and they faced the realities of a hardscrabble life head-on. Houses were small, the heat was unrelenting, pussy was all around, boys were horny ... what else was new?

It was true that only a small minority of women actually masturbated their own sons. And that an even tinier percentage blew them. At the same time, almost every woman in the Cajun Bayous knew at least one mother who serviced her son. Or sons. Anything to keep their youngest daughters from getting knocked up.

Even Magnolia Babineaux who had married her own son wasn’t the only mother to have had intercourse with her boy. Although that was the rarest of all sexual couplings. And she was also the most blatant — actually marrying the young lad.

So, encouraging grannies ... well, that quest would take place in an atmosphere of comparative leniency — the isolated bayous. Slim agreed with Sabine, “Not many of them mamas gonna object — if her own mama takes care of her boy.”

The concept certainly wasn’t new to the bayous — it had occurred from time to time over the years. It was most common when a woman had left her husband, and took her kids back home to mama. Or, the reverse — a grandmother leaves her husband and moves in with her daughter.

Slim’s job, along with CC, was to initiate the campaign, to openly encourage the grannies, to expand the practice. And, like always, word would quickly spread throughout the bayous. Just like when Sabine first put the news out that she was looking for young pussy — boys and girls. Within a couple of days, everyone knew. And no one was shocked. The granny quest wouldn’t cause a ripple of concern.

Slim decided to start with the mothers, not the grandmothers. She told her son, “If someone gonna object, it’s mama.”

CC grinned, “Sure ain’t gonna be the boy.”

“So if we kin get mama to say okay ... well, then we work on granny.”

Slim went through her mental list of families, and decided to start with Honey Vermillion. She told CC, “I hear Honey been fucking around on Carl Mouton.”

Even though Honey had moved in with a guy, the bayou equivalent of marriage, she kept her own name. Every woman did down in the Cajun Bayous. There was no wedding license, no formal ceremony — a couple just moved in together and started having kids.

Even had there been some sort of official process, they would have kept their own names anyway. History, tradition, and, often, a lack of true respect for the men in their lives. Men were obviously necessary, and sometimes were liked a lot. But women respected other women — they ran life down in the bayous, and that was that.

In the hundred-degree heat, CC pulled their little Jon boat up to Honey’s pier around 9 in the morning. Slim grinned and said, “Hey there, Carl, Honey at home?”

Carl, weathered, sunburned, grizzled, looked Slim up and down. Up and down. “Yeah, the cunt’s home. For once.” He set off with his fishing gear, having had all the conversation he was in the mood for.

They climbed the rickety steps and Honey came out on the deck, naked, to greet them. Like her mother, she had married young, had two babies by the time she was 14, and was a little worn around the edges. Plus, she had a whopper of a black eye. The swollen bruise was purple and ugly.

Slim and CC were astonished — that just didn’t happen in the Cajun Bayous. A man who would hit his wife ... well, Carl had a beatdown coming, at the least.

Slime took her in her arms, “Oh, babe.”

“Lem’ll be back this evening. Him and his brothers will even things up, yes ma’am.”

Lem was Honey’s first cousin — they’d been off and on lovers since they were kids.

Slim, “That why Carl beat on you, Lem?”

“Nah, he heard I was with them LaTour brothers.”

Slim smiled, “All three of ‘em?”

Honey shrugged, “Why not? An’ fuck Carl Mouton. In the ass.”

“Let me put some ice on that.”

“Nah, I don’ wan’ the swelling to go down. I wan’ Lem an’ them to see what Carl done.”

Slim nodded, understanding. Lem and his brothers would fuck Carl up, bad.

She handed over a tray of cornbread, and they went into the kitchen where WZYD played in the background. Honey poured them tea and thought no more of being naked in front of CC than if she were alone.

She was a short woman, a little squat, with a largish butt. She winked at Slim, “You should check out them LaTour boys, Slim.”

“Oh?”

“They ain’t that big, but they go on and on.”

“Maybe I will.”

After visiting for a few minutes, Slim said, “How’s them kids — Rocky an’ Bee?”

Honey puffed her cheeks and blew out some air in annoyance, “That fucker, I caught him in her bed, two nights ago. Bee sound asleep, he got his dick in her mouth, playing with that little girl’s pussy.”

“Oh my.”

Neither woman was shocked — when a lot of Cajun boys reached a certain age, their raging hormones ... well, Rocky was hardly the first boy a mother had to chase out of his sister’s bed.

Slim said, “She wear panties to bed, Bee?”

“In this heat, nah. I can barely get her to wear ‘em to school.” Honey grinned, “Me an’ her, I take her to Cunts Corner, get our pussies waxed.” She patted herself, “Bee likes to show it off, her little girlfriends. An’ tease the boys.” Shrug, “Can’t blame her.” Honey frowned, “But at school, that’s different from at home. Her brother being the fucker he is.”

Slim said, “That’s one reason I’m here, me. Talk ‘bout Rocky.”

“You want him, you kin have him. Send him back in a couple, three years.”

Slim laughed, “I was thinkin’ more about Rocky an’ Florence.”

Honey snorted, “Mama? She don’ want no more kids, thank you very much. She got herself enough problems as it is.”

“Really? I thought she just got married a month or so ago.”

“That’s the problem. Henri thinks he owns her, that fuck.”

“Oh? Jealous is he?”

Honey grinned, “Mama ain’t the tie-down type. He knew that when he married her.”

Slim winked, “Like mother, like daughter.”

Honey laughed, “When we itch, we scratch, me an’ Mama.”

“I was thinking, me an’ CC, maybe she could give you a hand with Rocky.”

Honey paused for a moment then made a jacking-off motion, “This kinda hand?”

“Yep.”

Honey looked thoughtful. She hadn’t been shocked by the suggestion. No bayou woman would have been. She lightly ran a finger up and down her pussy while she mused, “Take more than one handjob, Rocky, keep him out of Bee’s’s bed.”

“Of course it would.”

Honey looked at Slim shrewdly, “You talkin’ ‘bout more than a handjob, ain’tcha?”

“Of course I am.”

Slim and CC watched her mind working as she continued caressing herself, “Mama ain’t more than two, three minutes away, Jon boat. I guess I could send Rocky over there after supper.”

“What about her new husband?”

“Henri goes to the Bayou Bar most nights. Likes to hang ‘round Cunts Corner. Mama thinks he’s fucking them Babineaux twins, hopes he is, give her some privacy.”

“How old is she now?”

“Mama? Let’s see ... she had me when she was 12, maybe 11. So she’d be ‘round 38, 39, in there.”

“What you think, Honey, ‘bout Florence givin’ some nighttime attention, Rocky?”

Honey nodded, “I’m gonna ask her, me. It ain’t like she’s in love with Henri, non.”

CC spoke up for the first time, “What you think she’ll do to him, Rocky?”

Honey laughed out loud, “Mama? Prolly ain’t much she wouldn’t do, she gets her hands on his hard-on, Rocky.”

Slim, “You’ll give her your blessing?”

“Me? Fuck yeah. I been puttin’ it off, me. But I been figuring I gotta start jacking him off, you know, sooner or later. Bee been askin’ me to.”

“An’ you know where that leads.”

“Acourse, blowjobs, an’ that I don’ wanna do, Rocky. Less they ain’t no other choice.”

Slim and CC made their goodbyes, figuring they’d planted the seed, feeling reasonably confident that Rocky would be scoring some granny pussy before much longer. And that Honey would spread the word.

Jill Moreau, agreeing with Ray-Ray that she should be the one to give her video to Danny Boy ... well, that was one thing. Working up her nerve to do it ... that was something entirely different.

She found herself dropping by Ginny Dumont’s little bungalow for coffee every once in a while. The two women were in the initial stages of becoming friends. Jill stopped by there on a Sunday morning. Kimmy was at her dance class at Miss Kitty’s, and Ginny had just had her first Saturday morning performance in front of the boys.

“So, how was it, Ginny?”

Shrug, “Ronnie stopped talking to me.” She grinned, “Tommy’s real clingy — he loved it. An’ so did I, jess like I expected.”

“Who’d Kate pair you up with?”

“A new girl named Debbie got sick the night before. Throwing up, fever. Probably the flu. So Kate sent Jolene Horton in.”

“Ginny, you’d been with another girl before?”

“Yeah, off an’ on, all through high school.” She winked, “I wouldn’t want to leave my husband, nothing like that, but I do like another girl in bed. How ‘bout you?”

“Not since middle school, me.” Shrug, “I kind of liked it, but we weren’t really very good at it.”

Ginny placed her hand on Jill’s, “Well, if you’re ever in the mood...”

Big smile, “I’ll keep you in mind. But first I got to get my nerve up ... you know, Danny Boy Aubert.”

“Is it true? What they say ‘bout him?”

“I think so. My daughter Kimmy — she’s seen him several times at the Peep Show. An’ her teacher, Harry Hebert, tole me it’s true.”

“She dances at Miss Kitty’s, I like her. Not stuck up for, you know, being a teacher an’ all.”

“Yeah, she’s good people. So ... you an’ Jolene...?”

Big grin, “We got naked right away. I mean there’s no mystery what those boys wanna see. We fingered each other — as you know, I’m a pretty fast cum. An’ so is Jolene.” Bigger grin, “Then she lay down on her back an’ I sat on her face. She tole me later that Gigi gave her pussy eating lessons. Back when Jolene was jess a waitress.”

“She was good?”

“Real good. I never did end up eating her, but Kate tole me I was fine. She likes it when we cum hard.”

“You’re gutsy. All those boys.”

“That was another fun thing. After we come off the stage, Kate has us mingle with the audience. Acourse Ronnie avoided me like the plague.”

Jill smiled, “And Tommy?”

“Followed me around like a puppy dog. But I enjoyed it out there with all them boys. Almost as much as being up there on the stage.”

“A lot of hard-ons.”

“Well, yeah, sure. But what I liked the most was their faces, the way they looked at me, stared at me. Real, you know, hungry-like. I think you’d like it too, Jill. Even if you jess did it once.”

“It is kinda tempting, gotta admit.”

“Okay, girl, back to business. Danny Boy.”

“I need to think of some way to bump into him alone, jess the two of us.”

“After school?”

“I don’ know his schedule, you know, after he gets out. An’ I don’ wanna be like a stalker.”

“Jill, any boy’d be delighted, have you stalking him. I mean, look at you. A little girl’s face. Body, pussy. You’re a walking wet dream.”

“Thank you. It’s jess ... this is all new to me. I feel like I’m back in middle school.”

The two of them talked, strategized, came up with a plan. Jill nodded to herself, “I can do it. I will do it. I’ll talk to Harry in the morning. Ask her to tell Danny Boy to meet me at Contrary Mary’s after school.”

“Watchu gonna wear?”

“God, I haven’t thought that far.”

“Wear some short-shorts, show off that cute little butt.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.” She patted Jill’s boobs, “An’ a crop top, you got the tummy of a grade schooler.”

“Thank you.”

“In fact, anybody home, your place?”

“No, not until school lets out.”

“Let’s go, let’s try on some outfits for Mr. Danny Boy Aubert.”

Ten minutes later, Jill was naked in her bedroom as Ginny went through her casual clothes. Ginny sat cross-legged on the floor and laced up a pair of white high-heeled leather sneakers on Jill’s feet.

“Stand up.”

It was like being back in middle school, trying on different outfits before a big date.

Ginny stood Jill in front of a mirror, standing behind her, a head taller. She reached around and cupped Jill’s perky breasts, “You are one sexy piece of ass.”

Jill leaned her head back and smiled, “Thank you.” She knew that Ginny meant it, and she appreciated the compliment.

They settled on a pair of pink short-shorts that belonged to Kimmy. Jill started to pull on a thong; Ginny stopped her, “No, no, no.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. You don’ want no VPL.”

“I guess.”

“I know.”

The white bare-midriff top also belonged to Kimmy. Ginny reached under and twirled Jill’s nipples, “Fluff these puppies up right before he gets there.”

“I know.”

“Okay, that video. What’s your plan?”

“Um, I guess ... I’ll probably ... uh, I guess I’ll tell him about it. And then offer to send it to him.”

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

“Babe, you got him right there in the booth. Show it to him. Watch it with him.”

“Oh my.”

Ginny remained silent.

Jill nodded to herself, “Yeah, that’s the way to do it all right. Have him sit next to me. Show him, watch it with him.”

Ginny said, “Strip — run these through the wash. Hot water, shrink ‘em a little.”

Jill giggled as she undressed, “You are one naughty girl.”

“I know.”

In the kitchen, sipping sweat tea, Jill still nude except for her sneakers, said, “You think Ray-Ray was serious with me? About another video?”

They were sitting away from the table, facing each other. Ginny had Jill’s feet up on her thighs as she unlaced the sneakers. She eased them off and tossed them under the table. She smiled and traced a finger on Jill’s pussy, “Jess look at you, sweetcakes. Acourse Ray-Ray wants more of you. I heard him tell Kate she better get you up on that stage.”

“Really? He said that? To Kate?”

“Yes ma’am.” She tapped her pussy with her middle finger, “He’s gonna have you sharing this with the town, Ray-Ray.”

Jill slumped a little lower in her chair. She was vaguely aware of her friend’s touch, but in her mind she was seeing herself up on that stage. With Danny Boy Aubert watching her.

Ginny spoke softly, almost ruminatively, “Another video — that’s jess an excuse, get you naked again. “

“A BJ?”

“At least that.”

Ginny continued her soft caress as they listened to the washing machine in the utility room change cycles. Jill, her feet still up on Ginny’s thighs, closed her eyes and thought about being up there. Being up there, gloriously nude. A brief image of sucking Ray-Ray was replaced by Danny Boy Aubert smiling up at her.

As Ginny continued stroking her, Jill got a dreamy look on her face.

Eulalie called Kate Broussard, “I fucked up, Kate.”

“Oh?”

“You know how Chase got me so laser-focused on this mother/son project?”

“Of course.”

“What’s that saying — can’t see the forest for the trees? Well, I got so lost in the details — Saturday Morning dances, making sure the son is in the frame ... well, I got sidetracked, wasn’t seeing the big picture. I was overlooking the obvious ways to move more moms along at a much faster pace.”