Chapter 34

Slim had decided that moonshine was the best lagniappe to bestow as she and CC made their rounds in the bayous. Food would have been okay, but in this heat, appetites were down. Shine could always be mixed with cold sweat tea — refreshing, and it provided a little buzz.

Bernadette Allard accepted the jar gratefully. “Slim! Come in! You too, CC.”

She was impressed with her visitors, with Sabine’s representatives, but there was also an inner calmness. She wasn’t the least flustered by the unexpected appearance of bayou royalty.

Bernadette openly checked CC out, gazing up and down his body with a casual frankness. “God, Slim.”

“I know, I think I’ll keep him.”

CC enjoyed the scrutiny, and made no attempt to hide it as his cock began its upward trajectory. Bernadette blinked, then brought out glasses for sweet tea. When they were seated around the kitchen table with WZYD playing Cajun music softly in the background, she said, “I ‘spect you come to see Alain.”

Slim smiled, “Yes ma’am. I heard ‘bout your side of the seduction, we heard it, and we’d like to hear ‘bout it from him.”

Bernadette giggled, “Seduction. I guess that’s one word for it.”

CC’s full erection didn’t show under the table, “How would you describe it?”

“Me? Well, I tole it so many times, it seems almost like it happened to someone else.”

Eulalie Guidry had taught Sabine, who passed it along to Slim, about the value of listening to an interesting anecdote from different perspectives. Eulalie, “You’ll learn to separate fact from fiction. And pick up new details along the way.”

Slim, “Way I remember Alain, he had a strong will, that boy. Willpower.”

“Yes ma’am. I knew that, a mother kin always tell. Well, I knew it and I didn’t know it. Not totally, not ‘til that morning.”

“When he tole you he was gonna fuck you.”

Bernadette nodded, “Yes ma’am. I mean I already knew it was coming, he tole me so when he sent Oliver an’ Baptiste to live over by Caroline’s.”

“He tole you he was gonna fuck you? Jess like that?”

Bernadette seemed surprised by the question. “Acourse, wasn’t no question, his mind.”

Slim marveled at the confidence Alain must have had to make the decision seem inevitable to his mother.

“An’ that morning he tole you it was time.”

“Yes ma’am. I asked him was he sure a couple of times, but I was wasting my breath, I knew. Knew I didn’t have nothin’ more to say in the matter.”

She felt the need to elucidate, “See when Alain makes up his mind? That’s it. Nothing I can do, me. Nothing Oliver can do, nothing Baptiste can do, nothing. That’s it. He tells them to go live by Caroline’s, they go live by Caroline’s. He tells me he’s gonna fuck me, he’s gonna fuck me.”

“I understand, dear.”

“So the only surprise was the timing. No talking ‘bout it, no buildup to it, nothing.”

Slim nodded sympathetically.

“So I get my watering can, me, sprinkle them sheets, lie down, lie back. It was time, no good pretending it wasn’t.”

“But.”

“But that wasn’t enough, Alain, no ma’m.”

“In what way?”

“He knew, he already knew he could fuck me anytime he wanted. He knew it an’ I knew it. I was his for the takin’.”

Slim encouraged her, “But he wanted more than pussy, didn’t he?”

CC stood up, leaned against the counter, started stroking himself. Each woman was focused on the other.

“Yes ma’am, he wanted more, Alain. Jess pussy wasn’t enough, not even mama-pussy. An’ that I never dreamed of, not in a million years. What kind of boy turns down mama-pussy?”

Slim nodded at CC and smiled, “No boy that I know of.”

Bernadette glanced distractedly at him, then turned her full attention back to Slim. “It was like Alain was some mighty professor up in a college or somethin’. An’ I was back in kindergarten.”

“But you learned.”

“Oh yeah. After about ten, fifteen minutes of beggin him, promising I’d do anything he wanted. If he’d jess please for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

“But Bernadette, you did figure it out. Not everyone would have, could have.”

She beamed a beatific smile that lit up her face, “It came to me like a flash? The one thing I been askin’ him not to do? About a million times? That’s what he really wanted all along.”

“To cum in your pussy.” Slim knew it was the wrong answer, but was curious how the woman would field it.

She shook her head, “No ma’am. Once he was fucking me, he could cum anytime he wished. I got no control over that. What he wanted, Mr. Alain Allard, was for me to want what he wanted. To want it even more than he wanted it.”

She spread her hands out, “An’ I did, God did I want him to cum in my pussy.”

“He is one remarkable boy.”

Bernadette, her tale told once again, relaxed, leaned back, and smiled. “Yes ma’am, and the best fuck I ever had, me.”

Slim teased her, “Would Alain let CC fuck you?”

The woman blinked and focused on the boy. Tan and slender and smiling and aiming his erection directly at her. She blinked again, cleared her throat, and whispered, “I don’ know, Miss Slim. It’d be up to Alain. I mean I’d like ... well, you’d have to ask Alain.”

“Speaking of which...”

Bernadette glanced outside to track the sun’s progress. “He should be home any time now. He been down on the Gulf, helping Maurice with that big fishing boat.”

Slim winked, “I heard that the boat isn’t the only big thing Maurice has.”

Bernadette nodded, held her hands about six inches apart, “It ain’t that it’s so long, it’s jess the fattest one me an’ Caroline ever seen.” She used both hands to make a circle. It seemed as natural to her to talk about the man’s cock as his boat.

“Faye must be pleased.”

Shrug. “Yeah, I guess. She spends more time with Oliver an’ Baptiste than Maurice.” She smiled, “Them two boys ain’t Alain, non, but you should see ‘em go to town on Caroline and Faye, yes ma’am.”

No one in that kitchen thought it the least bit odd that Bernadette would watch her two older sons fuck Caroline and her mother.

Just then they heard the rumble of a large motor and went out on the upper deck. Alain, wearing knee-length shorts had hopped off the fishing boat and was wading toward the pier, carrying a large batch of grouper above his head.

As he climbed the steps, he called out, “Hi, Mama!” And seemed not at all nonplussed to see the guests, naked and, in CC’s case, erect.

“Miss Slim.” He fist-bumped CC, and kissed his mother on top of her head, “I stink, back in a minute.” He laid the fish down in the sink and headed back to the outdoor shower.

CC said, ‘Think I’ll join him.”

Slim approved — split up, question them separately. She took the knife away from Bernadette, “I’ll clean ‘em, hon. I live in the city, but I ain’t forgot.” Bayou courtesy.

“Why, thank you!”

Slim expertly skinned and filleted the catch. Found parchment paper and layered the fish in the icebox. Bernadette handed her a bar of lye soap and she washed her hands and wrists thoroughly in the sink. Sniffed her wrists and nodded in satisfaction.

Bernadette got four glasses from the open cupboard and carefully poured some shine into each. CC and Alain returned from the shower, still dripping — no need to towel off in this heat.

The two women looked their sons up and down. CC, still erect; Alain, not. Both completely at ease. Alain picked up his shorts and reached into the pocket, “Maurice gave me twenty dollars, Mama.”

“Oh my.”

He reached over and placed the bill in a Mason jar filled mostly with crumpled ones.

Slim launched the conversation with a smile, but went right to the heart of the matter, “Alain, that first time you fucked your mama, why did you make her beg for it?”

Alain regarded her calmly; seemed to accept the intrusive question as a perfectly normal part of the discourse, “Mama doesn’t always know what she wants.”

And that was it. Slim marveled at the brevity of his answer. And also, the truth of it. She believed that he had responded openly and honestly.

She wondered if he were ever off balance, “Alain before you got home, I asked Bernadette., would you let CC fuck her?”

Alain considered the question as he gently massaged his mother’s shoulders from behind. Bernadette sat in her chair serenely. Curious, but not concerned, not in the least insulted by the outrageous question.

Alain smiled at Slim, “I’d need to study on the question, me.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head, “You’d like that, Mama.”

“Yes sir. But only if you wanted me to.”

“I know.”

Slim, “Then let me ask you another question, Alain.”

“Shoot.”

“If I gave you five hundred dollars, would you fuck Bernadette up on the stage at Miss Kitty’s?”

He looked thoughtful. “Miss Kitty’s. In the city. Where Jasmine Doucet dances.”

“That’s right.”

He glanced at the Mason jar, “That’s a lot of money.”

“Yeah, it is.”

He continued his massage. “I’d consider it. She’d like that — fucking on stage.”

“Fine, you think about it. Just let Sinéad know. She’ll call and tell me what you decided.”

Bernadette sat up, “Sinéad has a phone?” That got her attention more than the question of CC fucking her. More than the question of Alain fucking her on stage in front of an audience. Alain would decide both of those things and she’d go along with whatever he wanted. But a phone; she didn’t know anyone who had one.

“Yes ma’am. I gave her a cell phone so she can call me an’ CC, an’ Sabine even.”

Bernadette whispered, “A cell phone.”

Slim shifted her gaze to Alain, “Would you like me to give you a cell?”

His hands had drifted south and he was gently twirling his mother’s nipples. She leaned back against his tummy and purred.

Alain, “How would that work?”

“I’ll set up a charger here for you. Just plug it in when you go to bed, it’ll last all day easy. But if you want to make a call, you gotta go to the Bayou Bar. There’s a little cell tower on the roof there that Marie Guidry made the phone company put up.”

Bernadette patted the back of Alain’s hand; that was as bold an input as she was likely to contribute.

“All right, Slim, I’d like that. Thank you.”

Slim looked at the three of them. CC, slender and still erect. Alain, so calm and composed, so at ease in his own skin. Bernadette,, lovely and sexy and so willing to do whatever she was told. All three sweating profusely, slick as seals.

Slim thought: I’d fuck everyone in this room. She smiled as a new idea dawned on her, ‘Bernadette?”

“Yes?”

The young woman was flushed and clearly in heat just from having her boobs massaged.

“When Alain has his cell phone, it takes photos too.”

She frowned, “Oh?”

Slim held up her cell, “I’ll take some of you for him.”

Another frown, “But they’d be on your phone?”

CC was stroking himself; no one thought it odd. He said, “Slim can send the pictures to Alain’s cell. I’ll show him how.”

Bernadette gazed up at her son in question ... He kissed the top of her head again, “Go for it, Mama.”

“Oh. Okay.” She turned to Slim, “What should I do?”

“Let’s see, dear. He’ll want different poses. Standing, sitting, lying down.”

She looked to Alain for confirmation. He smiled down at her, “Do whatever Slim says, Mama.”

Stiff and awkward at first, Bernadette gradually forgot her initial hesitation and began to enjoy herself. CC moved over beside Alain and they leaned against the kitchen counter, both erect now, both casually masturbating.

Slim winked at Alain, “Tell her what you want, cher.”

He smiled, “Something sexy, Mama.”

“Oh. Okay.”

She was flushed with pleasure at being the center of attention, and lay back in a classic beaver pose, bringin her heels back to her butt.

Slim said, ‘Touch yourself Bernadette.”

The young mother looked at Alain, who smiled and said, ‘Do what Slim tells you, Mama.”

As she stroked her little pussy, Slim said, “I’m switching this to video, so make yourself cum, dear.”

Bernadette stared, agog, “That phone can make a movie?” She wasn’t the least concerned about finger-fucking herself on camera in front of Slim and CC. It was the technology that captured her attention.

When Slim was finished taping, she sat Bernadette down on the couch between Alain and CC. She held the cell in front of the woman and started the video. Bernadette and Alain leaned in, staring avidly. Both were transfixed as they watched the passion build and build. They broke into wide smiles as Bernadette exploded into an obvious and robust orgasm.

Slim set her cell down, and placed Bernadette’s hands around Alain and CC. She was still in a state of wonder, and automatically started stroking. Alain looked at Slim with amusement; her little move had not gone unnoticed.

Slim said, “Bernadette.”

“Huh? What?”

“When Alain fucks you on stage up at Miss Kitty’s?”

“Yeah?”

“They’ll be over a hundred men in the audience. Some women too.”

That got her attention, “Oh?”

“And we’ll video you too. So you can watch it at home, show it to Caroline and Faye, all of your friends.” There, the seed was planted.

Bernadette looked over at Alain, who smiled indulgently, “I’ll think about it, Mama.”

“Good.”

Slim said, “Time for us to go. Alain, you can pick up your phone at Sinéad’s in the morning.” She winked at Bernadette, “Your video will be already on it.”

She whispered, “Magic.”

Slim smiled sweetly at the woman, “Honey, I can come back here, film Alain fucking you anytime he gives the okay.” She acted like a new thought had just occurred to her, “Hey, I could also film CC and Alain both of them fucking you. Taking turns, switching back and forth, two hard teenage cocks all to yourself.”

Bernadette whipped her head around, and Alain smiled down at her, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Mama?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

“I’ll think about it.”

As CC piloted their Jon boat back to the City Dock, CC said, “One out of three.”

“That’s right, baby. He agreed to one out of three. Yes on the phone, maybe on you fucking Bernadette, an’ maybe on fucking her at Miss Kitty’s.”

“Slim?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you want me to fuck Bernadette?”

“Oh, I don’ care one way or the other, me. I was jess curious what Alain would say.”

“And he didn’t say no.”

“That’s right. As much as he loves his mama, I got a feeling we’re gonna be having some fun with Mrs. Bernadette Allard, yes sir.”

Danny Boy Aubert was fucking Jill while his mother caressed her clit. Ginny was looking on wistfully as she fingered herself.

Danny Boy paused, his huge cock fully embedded, “Jill?”

“Huh? What?”

“I’d like to have a little fun with Kimmy. If it’s all right with you.”

Jill tried to concentrate, “Fun? What kind of fun?”

Danny Boy explained his plan and Jill just nodded and humped up to get him started again. Denise Aubert smiled to herself.

Marie Guidry — sexy, radiating heat naturally — dressed down in Eureka, California. Gray hoodie, mom jeans, shades. Cornelius Augustus Richter had never seen her, but she didn’t want to be noticed. Not by a probable killer.

She had tailed him in a rented Jeep; picking him up when he left his house a little after 7 in the morning. Traffic was sparse.

She waited five minutes, then followed him into the Daily Grind on Broadway. Ordered a coffee in the uncrowded cafe, and sat down, observing him from a blindside angle.

She sipped as she studied him. He didn’t look like a murderer, but then, who did? She knew he was 37, although he looked a bit younger. Trim and neatly dressed in khakis and a red plaid shirt, untucked.

The barista had written Corny on his cup, indicating that he was a regular. Unfortunately, his cup, like Marie’s had a corrugated paper sleeve around it. Lifting fingerprints might be tricky. But Lacy had told her, “Get a cigarette butt, a water glass, anything with saliva and epithelial cells. Chase’s people can extract Cornhole’s DNA.”

“I wonder if he got his name from the game. Or sexual proclivities.”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“Yeah, right.”

Richter finished his latte, wiped his lips with a napkin. Wadded it up and stuffed it down into the cup. Walked over to the tray stand and pushed the cup through the swinging trash-door.

Marie was there the instant he left the Daily Grind through the front door. Wearing flesh-colored nitrile gloves, she casually reached into the bin, felt around, and extracted the right cup on the first try.

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Allison — Allie — Petrie was the second oldest of the Dirty Dozen. At 35, her seniority gave her a certain laidback attitude. When Kate had offered her a slot as a Saturday morning dancer, she didn’t hesitate, didn’t go through the self-agonizing justification process that most of the girls did.

She simply told Kate, “Since Fred divorced me, it’s jess me an’ Tee-Boy, on our own. So, no, I don’ mind if he’s in the audience. Fifty bucks ain’t a lot, but we can use it.”

She carried that same air of casual equanimity through the tests and challenges that Kate threw at them. Performing in front of 50 naked boys, making out with another girl, even the initial sexual contact with Tee-Boy ... none of that seemed to faze her.

And, that maturity was appreciated by her fellow performers. Allie had never once even mentioned, let alone bragged about, Tee-Boy’s endowment.

She was aware of it, of course. Fully aware. She was pleased for him, happy for him, but not proud. She understood his size was an accident, an incident, of birth. His father, Fred, had been about average, maybe an inch or so longer.

But Tee-Boy had the fattest one she’d ever seen. Even before the Dirty Dozen days, she had occasionally marveled when she caught a glimpse of him coming out of the shower, getting ready for bed.

Allie had never told anyone, but three times over the years, she had snuck into his bedroom, and gently fondled him erect as he slept. It hadn’t been suppressed passion, nothing like that. Curiosity, pure and simple.

She estimated that he was around six or so inches long, but that girth — holy fuck! She had petite hands, and couldn’t begin to circle his cock. Using both hands, her fingers overlapped, but not by that much. She estimated it wasn’t as fat as a beer can. But still. With a nicely proportioned nosecone at the top.

Tee-Boy had asked her about it, back when he was too young to be embarrassed by the subject. Locker room teasing — horse cock, like that. Allie tried to put things in perspective — don’t be ashamed, don’t be proud, it’s just the way it is. Some girls will shy away, others might like it. Don’t obsess over it.

But now, with everything out in the open ... well, Tee-Boy had fucked about half of the Dirty Dozen and they were not shy in discussing his endowment. And discussing it in some considerable detail.

Allie had to admit that the first time Kate had her fuck him ... well, it had taken some getting used to. Especially with everyone watching her in Contrary Mary’s. Tee-Boy was on his back, that single bed in the middle of the room, his cock throbbing toward the ceiling.

Allie could hear the whispers and giggles as she gingerly straddled the boy and eased her way slowly, slowly down. She had lubed herself up thoroughly, but even so it was such a tight squeeze. However, once she had eased the head and another inch or so in, she mentally relaxed.

She smiled down and gave him two friendly pussy-squeezes. He grinned and flexed back just as if this weren’t his first time inside her pussy.

As her mind relaxed, her body unclenched as well. The rest was a breeze. She leaned forward, her hands outside his shoulders, her hair brushing his face, and steadily lowered herself on to him. When he was fully inside, she began squeezing again, noting with bemusement how little leverage she had. He was filling her so tightly.

The Three Amigas were waiting for Danny Boy to come out of the bathroom. Jill herself was freshly showered, and Denise was fingering her casually, trying — just for the fun of it — to take her to the brink and keep her there.

As Jill squirmed, Denise said, “When you gonna let Ginny make you her girlfriend?”

‘Girlfriend’ being shorthand for licking each other’s pussy. For making Ginny and her younger son, Tommy, happy. He adored Jill and wanted the best for his mother.

Jill had her eyes closed, “Uh, probably pretty soon. Maybe. Oh! Don’t stop, Denise, I’m almost there.”

As she continued toying with Jill, Denise smiled at Ginny, “I been thinking on your Ronnie boy. What you think about this?”

Ginny listened avidly; Jill was only partly absorbing the words.

Danny Boy walked in, erect and smiling. Nodded at Jill, “How close is she?”

Denise smiled, “I can make her cum or turn her over to you.”

He made a help-yourself gesture, and Jill whispered, “Yes.”

Ginny was watching, but most of her attention was on Denise’s words. On her plan for Ronnie.