Chapter 23: Chase Windsor took a step back...

Chase Windsor took a step back in his sidebar mission to alter the culture of Sausalito, Mississippi. He told Eulalie, “Have Kate take down the video clips and photos that involve those boys.”

“Because they’re underage? Under 18?”

“Yes.”

“What about the Mama Room, should we go ahead with that?”

“Of course; the police aren’t going to raid Miss Kitty’s. In fact, Rémy is providing protection.”

“Got it. But that doesn’t apply to private videos, does it?”

“No, not as long as they’re not accessible to the public, why?”

“I was thinking about those Saturday Mamas. They all have cell phones, maybe old ones, but they still have cameras.”

Chase smiled, “And?”

“I told Kate to have them shoot a video of their son cumming.”

“Good for you.”

When Kate showed up at Contrary Mary’s for the second Tuesday night in a row, she was greeted even more warmly. The Mama Room announcement had shocked most of them, but they had had a week to digest the news, to get used to the idea, to rationalize their own role in the Miss-Kitty experiment.

Kate noted with approval that the mother/son photos had been removed, and that the video loop no longer contained shots of the boys.

Kate said, “The remodeling will be finished in a day or two. We’ll debut the Mama Room Friday night. Cal, you and Tommy will work the first shift. Have you got him prepared?”

“Yes ma’am. I mean, he don’ know everything, but he understands he gonna be there when I start givin’ blowjobs, me.”

“He understands that he’ll be nude as well?”

“Acourse. I tole him everybody is naked, the Mama Room.”

“Very good. Anna, you and Gary will have the late shift. Will he need a nap first?”

Anna laughed, “Oh no, ma’am, not at all. He’s all excited — he loved seeing me that Saturday morning.”

“Good. Good. Good. Now, Cal and Anna — my customers are already wildly excited. My phone’s been ringing off the hook. But you can’t handle all that volume, not in one night, so I’m limiting you to four clients each.”

Alice Cointreau, wide-eyed, whispered, “Two hundred dollars!”

Kate smiled, “Plus tips.”

Kate sat back, letting the conversations swirl around the room. A new Contrary Mary waitress, a 14-year-old Cajun girl in raggedy denim shorts and a crop top, brought in two more pitchers of margaritas. Darlene Pellerin looked wistfully at the television screen where two of the Saturday Mamas were finger-fucking each other.

She looked at Kate, “I wish I could do that, me.”

“You have any children, Darlene?”

“A baby boy, Calvin, he’a one.”

“Come see me in a few years, dear.”

As the evening wore on, Kate glanced around, pleased. She had, gently, fired the three women who had turned down the Mama Room. Everyone in the room understood why they were no longer part of the Saturday Mamas. No one came out and said, “Serves them right,” but there was a sense of relief. Better them than me.

And, committing to the Mama Room reinforced the sense of belonging, of camaraderie, of sisterhood. What they were agreeing to do was outrageous in the eyes of most people. But they weren’t alone, they had friends who had agreed to do the very same things.

Kate tapped her glass, got their attention again, “Ladies, one more thing, a favor for me.”

The room instantly silenced. “I want each of you to shoot a silly little video for me — 15 or 20 seconds long should do it. I want to see your boys jacking off and spurting cum.”

There was a momentary silence, then raucous laughter. This was nothing, a lark, a giggle. But Kate understood what Eulalie was up to. This was a further conditioning step. Reinforce the girls’ habit of saying yes. Bring nudity and sex inside the home. Set the stage for more little assignments, get the girls more willing to agree. The goal: groom them to the point where they automatically did as they were told.

Sally Beauford asked a silly question, “Should I be naked too, not just Reggie?” The others hooted, and Sally blushed, “What the fuck was I thinking?”

Kate then attended her third Tuesday party; was this going to be a regular thing? The girls certainly hoped so. Exposure to the boss was, in their little corner of corporate America, a definite plus.

Kate had had Ray-Ray create a composite video of three of the girls’ jack-off clips. She nodded to the flatscreen, “Three of you ladies went the extra mile — I’m very pleased. Sally Beauford, Alice Cointreau, and Mimi Cousteau — congratulations, girls. And thank you.”

The room watched, rapt, as Reggie Beauford, smiling at the camera with delight, masturbated and shot an arching stream of cum up into the air. Then, the camera obviously changed hands, and Sally with a matching grin, diddled herself to one, then a second orgasm.

The room was momentarily stunned; the rest of the girls had been outthought, outmaneuvered, outshined.

Alice Cointreau’s video of her and Harry was similar to Sally’s. Except that Alice didn’t stop when it was her turn. She experienced a series of soft, rippling climaxes that seemed to go on and on.

Darlene, the new waitress at Contrary Mary’s, brought in more drinks and stayed to watch the third video.

The room gasped.

Mimi and Zach Cousteau, naked in the sunlight, lying side by side on a blanket, holding hands, masturbated together. As Zach shot off, Mimi arched her hips off the blanket and had a screaming, shuddering cum.

Darlene stared at Mimi, and spoke for the room, “That was so fucking hot, Mrs. Cousteau.”

Kate said, “Who was the cameraman, Mimi?”

Mimi, so proud, but trying not to preen, “My daughter, Dixie. Zach’s little sister. I had her get naked too.”

“What did Dixie think of it?”

“Oh she couldn’t get enough!” Mimi felt the need to explain, “See, she never seen a boy cum before.”

“Ah. Educational.”

Kate didn’t say anything more — the videos spoke for themselves. She didn’t bother to state the obvious — ladies, you’d better sex up your act for the Mama Room.

The other Saturday Mamas were subdued. They’d been proud for filming their own sons jerking off, but obviously hadn’t aced the test. Peer pressure had already been applied, and the Mama Room hadn’t even opened for business.

Jill considered having a second frozen daiquiri — mango — in Contrary Mary’s, but decided against it. One had been just enough to calm her nerves; she didn’t want to get too tipsy.

It was the middle of the afternoon — between the lunch and supper services so she had been able to snag the last booth on the left. She sat facing the door, waiting for school to let out, waiting for Danny Boy.

She checked her cell for the third time and remembered Ginny’s advice. She looked around, reached under Kimmy’s crop top and played with her already aroused nipples.

Darlene Pellerin, one of the sexy young Cajun waitresses, noticed but didn’t say a word. It wasn’t unheard of for middle-aged women to meet someone at Mary’s. Then she hid her surprise when she saw Danny Boy Aubert saunter in and head straight for Mrs. Moreau’s booth.

He slid in next to her, “Hi there, Jill.”

She cleared her throat, “You remembered to call me Jill.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Uh, want a Coke?”

He touched her glass, “What’s this?”

“A daiquiri?”

He pointed to her glass and held up two fingers to Darlene. She nodded. He was too young to drink; she was too young to serve booze. Contrary Mary played by its own rules.

They clinked glasses and sipped. He said, “Tasty, I never had one before.”

“Well.” Then, “Thank you for coming.”

He was pressed against her, thigh to thigh. And was several inches taller. He was so... Physical. His sheer presence just sitting next to her surprised her. It was like something just radiated off him. Confidence? Something.

He smiled, “The first time I saw you, at the Piggly Wiggly, I went home an’ tole Denise I wanted to fuck you.”

She cleared her throat again, “Denise?”

“My mother.” He saw the look on her face, “She’s cool, Jill.”

“Um.”

He nudged her leg with his, “You look ... uh, wonderful. Sexy.”

“Thank you. These shorts are actually my daughter’s. Kimmy. The top too.”

“Oh.”

“I’m kinda surprised ... I mean Kimmy is your age...”

“Kimmy is cool, I like her. But you’re ... hot. The hottest girl I seen since we moved here.”

“Well.” The boy was crude, but his flattery seemed sincere. She touched her cell, turning it around and around on the table.

He said, “I’m glad you invited me.”

“Yes well, Danny ... um, should I call you Danny or Danny Boy?”

“My buddies call me Danny.” He placed the palm of his right hand on her bare left thigh, “But I like sexy little girls to call me Danny Boy.”

Jill’s nervousness had evaporated, but the age difference ... she still wasn’t comfortable. She put her hand over his, “I’m hardly a little girl, but I’ll call you Danny Boy.”

She felt his hand flex as he squeezed her thigh gently, “Good.”

She continued to fiddle with her cell, trying to think of a way to bring the video up.

“Jill, let’s go to my house. Denise will give us our privacy.”

“No! Absolutely not!” She blushed and softened her tone, “I mean ... not with your mother there. I couldn’t ... I wouldn’t be ... comfortable.”

He smiled easily and slid his had upward, toward the juncture of her thighs.

She cleared her throat for the third time, “This is all new to me. Danny Boy.” His hand felt so warm. Strong too. And he seemed so self-assured. She had no way of knowing that Kate had engineered the plan, had arranged for Jill to hear the boy had the hots for her. Had been moving chess pieces in the background ever since she decided to target Jill. It could have been any one of half a dozen of the Monday Mamas, but Kate had felt Jill would be the most challenging one.

Danny Boy’s little finger touched the crease of her short-shorts. He seemed quite content with the silence. She continued holding her hand on his as he gently started rubbing her.

She inched her thighs marginally further apart. “Um, Danny Boy?”

His response was to increase his pressure on her pussy.

“Ray-Ray? Ray-Ray Fontenot? He made a little video of me.”

He turned his hand over so he could caress her with his middle finger. He wasn’t penetrating her only because of the thin material.

Her voice was hoarse, “I brought it with me. The video. To show you. If you want.”

He brought his left hand over to her top. Slid in under and tweaked her right nipple, “God, I want to fuck you.” Absolute honesty and sincerity in his voice. And something else too, something that said it would only be a matter of time. Done deal.

Darlene watched surreptitiously, admiring his nerve, his calm demeanor, his confidence. She thought: Maybe it’s true about his dick. Maybe that’s why he’s so sure of himself.

Jill held his wrist — so firm — and tugged it down. Her voice cracked, “Not here. Please, Danny Boy. Not with people around.”

“Move your legs further apart, Jill. Good girl.”

She thought: At least this is under the table.

Then, without conscious thought, she moved her left hand over his bulge. Holy fuck!

He increased the pressure from his middle finger, “Can you cum?”

Her voice sounded like a little girl’s, “Yes. Please.”

He smiled at her with genuine fondness and gazed into her eyes as they clouded over.

CC Hebert pulled on a thong as he prepared to leave the Firefly House to go down to the Cajun Bayous, down to Honey Vermillion’s house. He was looking forward to watching Florence Vermillion fuck her grandson, Rocky.

Sabine Babineaux smiled at Slim Hebert, “Better suck him off, babe, you know Honey’s gonna want her some Cecil Claude dick.”

“Oh. Sure.”

CC slid his thong off and smiled down fondly as the ‘sexiest girl in the bayous’ took care of business.

An hour or so later, he tied up at Honey’s little dock and went up the steps with a jar of shine. Florence, Honey and Bee, naked and sweating, were sitting three abreast on the couch. CC smiled at the sight — three generations of plumpish Cajun women — big-butted Cajun women whose casual nudity was simply ingrained. WZYD was tinkling in the background.

As they passed the jar around, Honey said, “Rocky’s due any minute — he had to help Mr. Romano patch up his deck.”

Florence muttered, “He better not fuck them Babineaux twins, not tonight.”

Bee smiled fondly, “He ain’t got no five dollars, Granny. He ain’t even got one dollar for a blowjob, him.”

Bee, whom CC suspected was livelier than her mother realized, squeezed CC’s thong, “You really need this?”

CC tugged it down, “No, I reckon not.”

Florence, Honey, and Bee regarded him frankly. Honey ran her tongue around her lips, “Slim fuckin’ you yet, CC?”

“No ma’am, not yet. She sucked me off earlier.”

Florence muttered, “Lucky her.” Bee nodded.

They all heard the little boat a couple of minutes before Rocky arrived. He came up the stairs, into the kitchen, not the least surprised to see four naked people. He wore some raggedy shorts and his chest and hands were streaked with dirt.

Honey said, “Hurry up wit’ your shower, boy, CC gonna watch Mama fuck you.”

He stripped off his shorts, “Ok, Mama.”

Bee followed him to the outside shower, “I’ll do your back, me.”

Florence called out, “Keep your hands off his cock, girl,” and took another sip. Honey slid a finger into her pussy as she stared at CC’s throbbing erection.

A couple of minutes later, Bee holding her grinning brother’s cock, led him back. Honey sighed with the effort and heaved herself up from the couch. Florence lay back, one foot on the floor, as Bee casually guided Rocky in.

CC stood there, amused, watching Rocky hump like a rabbit. Honey on one side, Bee on the other, held CC’s cock as they too watched the granny-fuck.

A few minutes later, the boy arched his back and moaned. Florence screamed, “Not yet you fucker, not yet,” but it was to no avail.

Bee bent down, “I’ll get him ready for you again, Granny.” Honey slapped her daughter’s butt, “Don’t let him cum in your mouth, Bee, he’s your fucking brother.”

Florence left to go to the bathroom, and Honey took her place. She smiled up at CC and patted herself in invitation. Bee immediately sat up, gripped CC, and guided him into Honey. Went back to work on Rocky as the two kids watched CC fuck their mother.

Shannon Trudeau interviewed Sally Beauford on WZYD five weeks after the Mama Room had opened for business. Five Friday nights, two shifts a night.

“So, Mrs. Beauford, you were the tenth mom to work in the most famous venue in town —the Mama Room.”

Sally held up a finger, “The tenth mother and son.”