Chapter 36: Two Family Formations...

Two family formations — the Firefly House and the Ladies House — were the direct result of Eulalie’s campaign to bring sex out into the open in Sausalito.

Sabine Babineaux had recruited Slim and CC Hebert to work both the town and the bayous. She moved them into Sausalito and installed the three of them in the Firefly House.

In the Ladies House, two lesbians with seven boys between them, had merged families. Both Peggy Mouton with three sons, and Bonnie LeRue with four, worked for Kate Broussard at Miss Kitty’s.

Sabine, now 14, felt she was living with her true family for the first time in her life. Slim, finally completely free from her husband, William, felt the world was opening up. CC, helplessly in love with his mother, believed he was the luckiest boy in South Mississippi.

Slim occasionally gave him a blowjob, and even more rarely fucked him, but he was in awe just living with her, sleeping with her, in the tiny two-bedroom Firefly House.

Sometimes Rémy Thibodeaux had Slim spend the night with him. And once in a while Sabine let her take the long boat ride down to the Gulf to fuck the three Boudreaux boys, Celine’s sons. Sabine allowed Slim to spend two, sometimes even three nights down there.

Whenever she was gone, Sabine had CC sleep with her. No sex, but CC loved their private time. He was conscientious about jacking off at bedtime ... no wet dreams, not in Sabine’s bed.

The Firefly House was modest in size. And while Slim and her son were spectacularly sexy, the Firefly atmosphere was quiet and low-key. Very few people understood the out-of-proportion influence that the three of them exerted over both the town and the bayous. For one, Sabine was Eulalie Guidry’s heir apparent. Even Kate Broussard reported to the fierce 14-year-old Cajun girl.

The inhabitants of the Ladies House exemplified that influence. The two Ladies House lesbians — Peggy Mouton and Bonnie LeRue — were prime examples of Eulalie’s long-distance reach.

Peggy, because she had three sons, had asked Kate to be excused from the MOMs WEEK blowjob contest. Restricted to mothers, the dancer who sucked off the most men in a week would win $500.

Kate had been annoyed with Peggy, particularly because she asked to be exempted in front of some other dancers. So, she steered a few of her regulars to the young mother. To her initial mortification, Peggy won the contest with 27 blowjobs in seven days.

Her housemate, Bonnie LeRue, was one of Kate’s favorites. When Bonnie expressed some concern about merging her family with Peggy’s — concern because they were lovers as well as coworkers, and she was worried about what their sons might think. Kate arranged for Bonnie to win another contest, this one also involving men.

The coveted Cum Cup would be awarded to the first Miss-Kitty mother who swallowed 50 loads of cum. Kate figured the average guy shot off about a teaspoon’s worth. Since there were 48 teaspoons in a cup, she set the ambitious goal at 50.

And, she made sure that Bonnie won it.

So even though Bonnie and Peggy’s relationship was now openly lesbian, their younger sons had been relieved and reassured when their mothers won what were obviously heterosexual contests.

Peggy had sucked off 37 men in one week. Bonnie had taken longer, but was the first to reach 50. Both engraved trophies — with their names and accomplishments — held pride of place on a shelf in their kitchen alcove.

The merged household was now running as smoothly as one with seven boys could be expected to. Bonnie’s oldest — Richard, now 15 — had become the de facto head of the family. It had been his idea to merge the two families in the first place. Primarily because of economics, but also because the two women were already friends and in the same profession.

Richard handled all of the family finances — Peggy and Bonnie simply handed him their tip money every night.

Richard oversaw homework assignments, settled childish squabbles, did the grocery shopping, and most of the cooking.

Bonnie was especially pleased with how close he and Peggy had become — best buddies, joshing and teasing. Peggy flirted shamelessly and teasingly told him all the sexy details of her and his mother’s activities at Miss Kitty’s.

“Your mama went full-on slut tonight, Richard.”

Grinning, “That right, Ma?”

“That is certainly not right; don’t listen to a word that slut says.”

Peggy winked, “You might wanna check with a certain Jolene Horton. Bonnie’s tongue was in her pussy for about ten, fifteen minutes. Right up there under the bright lights.”

“That right, Ma?” He adjusted the bulge in his shorts.

“I doubt it was even five minutes.”

“Were you naked too?” He and Peggy loved teasing her.

“Nope, Kate told me to wear overalls for my act.”

Peggy, “Stark naked and finger-fucking herself.”

“Ma!”

Bonnie laughed, and squeezed his bulge, “Go take care of this, honey. Me an’ Peggy gonna want one of your patented massages, we get outa the shower.”

It was a typical weekend, after the late shift. The six youngsters were asleep. Richard had laid out ham and cheese sandwiches and chilled white wine. The $2 garage-sale massage table was set up in front of the living room air conditioner. Candles, clean sheets, and massage oils at the ready. Johnny Mathis, one of Bonnie’s favorites was crooning ‘Chances Are’.

Months earlier, Richard had watched a video of his mother and Peggy at one of the Saturday morning shows at Miss Kitty’s. They had done everything two naked women could do with each other. Still, when they first moved into the Ladies House, the two of them tried to wear at least bras and panties for their after-work gatherings.

In the midst of the heatwave, bras had been the first to go. Peggy had offered to start blowing Richard, but Bonnie asked her to hold off for a while. Everything was so new; she didn’t want to risk throwing things off balance.

Panties were the next to go. Still, they refrained from anything explicitly sexual in front of the boy. Eventually, Bonnie allowed him to lose his underpants with the understanding that he’d masturbate in private whenever the need became overwhelming. She knew instinctively how it thrilled him to have girls seeing his cock.

She told him, “Look, me and Peggy, we get in a ... um, romantic mood sometimes. Like with some wine, soft lights, you massaging our backs and shoulders.”

“Oh? I never noticed, Ma.”

“Fuck you. Point is me and Peggy take it to our room.” She winked, “Much as that disappoints you, you horny little prick.”

This particular night, Richard had a surprise in mind. And a plan. While they were in the shower, he brought out a second, matching massage table. Now they could lie down, side by side. He’d start off doing them one at a time like usual, but hoped to work up his nerve and play with both of them at the same time.

Teenage fantasies. Teenage-boy fantasies.

But first — food and wine in the kitchen. Three place settings. Three wine glasses chilling in the fridge. Cloth napkins neatly folded.

Richard glanced down. Having just cum, he didn’t feel any new stirrings yet. Then he heard their shower turn off. He’d seen them dozens of times, but his heart still skipped a beat as they strolled into the kitchen, giggling at some private joke. Two middle-aged women with seven kids between them. Still in good shape through exercise and dancing several nights a week. Utterly unselfconscious in their nudity, but also aware of the effect they had on Richard. Bonne had a bit of an exhibitionist in her, and didn’t mind Richard’s hungry eyes.

The two girls looked enough alike to be first cousins — same tan, Cajun coloring, wide white smiles, smallish boobs that sagged only a little. Taut butts and matching bald pussies.

Peggy winked and gave his cock a friendly squeeze. Bonnie winked and gave him two squeezes. She said, “Kids,” and she walked through the kitchen into the living room, holding hands with Peggy. Richard followed, a little relieved they didn’t notice the new massage table.

The two moms tiptoed through both of the boys’ bedrooms. Pulling up a sheet here, brushing some hair back, just making their nightly rounds. They weren’t home most nights when Richard put them to bed, but tried to spend as much time with them when they weren’t at Miss Kitty’s.

Back in the kitchen, each girl opened her purse and handed over the tip money. Peggy said, “Just four BJs, a little slow for me.”

Bonnie smiled, “Seven — three of ‘em after me and Jolene put on our little show.”

Peggy shook her head sadly, “Slut.”

“Slut this, bitch.”

Richard smoothed out the bills, put them into one stack, and counted, “Hey, $495, that’s real good. Your average tip was $15 per blowjob.”

Bonnie smiled innocently, “I tried a new thing tonight, honey, swallowing cum.”

Peggy almost choked on her wine, “Says the slut who won the Cum Cup.”

“Oh, I forgot about that.”

There was another wadded-up stack of low-denomination bills — tips from the dance floor. Always welcome, but Richard didn’t bother to count it. He had the weekend before he’d go to Sausalito First.

Richard poured more wine for them, and began doing the dishes as they bantered back and forth. Bonnie said, “Richard, open another bottle for us, that’s a good boy.”

As Richard followed them into the living room, both girls stopped short. Bonnie said, “What the fuck?” but wasn’t displeased.

Peggy said, “Oh God, no telling what pervy ideas he has.”

“Just the way you like it, slut.”

Richard turned off all the lamps, leaving only eight candles flickering. Johnny Mathis was crooning ‘The Twelfth of Never’. The two girls lay down on their tummies, side by side, their heads facing each other. Each one sighed and closed her eyes contentedly.

Richard poured a generous dollop of vanilla oil on the small of Peggy’s back. He smoothly coated her from the back of her neck to the tip of her toes. Then moved to Bonnie, who murmured, “Mmm,” softly into her pillow.

Richard surveyed the erotic scene. Two trim girls, their butts a little paler in the candlelight. Nude and ... just right there. He poured a little oil into the palm of his hand, and slathered his erection.

Now, to work. Peggy to his left, Bonnie to his right. He lifted himself up, and straddled Peggy, his butt resting lightly on her upper thighs. He’d gotten a little more efficient over the weeks, mainly from listening to their sighs and moans, and purrs of contentment.

Using his thumbs and fingers and palms, he worked his way down — neck, shoulders, back, butt. At this juncture, he moved off, standing behind her. He kneaded her inner thighs with his thumbs, increasing his touch from gently to deeper to even deeper.

At this stage, both Peggy and Bonnie moaned contentedly, and spread their thighs further apart. Each girl got herself more comfortable by adjusting her feet so that her toes were pointed out instead of down.

He worked down Peggy’s thighs, down her calves, to her feet, where he again applied his thumbs. Then, purposely making himself go slower and slower, he traced his fingertip up the inside of her calves, up the inside of her thighs, to the juncture.

Then, and he’d only worked up his nerve in the past couple of weeks, he placed his left palm on Peggy’s butt and eased the middle finger of his right hand, down the crack, and, slowly, slowly, to her pussy. Peggy sighed.

He didn’t try to slip his finger in, contenting himself with gently caressing her outer pussy lips for a minute or so.

Next, Bonnie.

He straddled her and slowly repeated the same steps. The first time he’d ever so tentatively touched her pussy, she had stiffened in surprise. Then smiled to herself, and relaxed her body.

Now, standing between the two women, he made the move he’d been fantasizing about. Sliding his hands simultaneously, he returned to their pussies. Bonnie again stiffened for a moment, then seemed to mentally shrug, and relax. Peggy blatantly spread her thighs further apart.

Even in the candlelight, he could see both girls had opened their eyes, were looking at each other.

Richard eased his middle finger into Peggy first, his safest bet. When his fingertip reached her clit, he took a breath, heart pounding, slid into Bonnie.

No squeals of outrage, no slapping his hand away. Richard closed his eyes to concentrate as he began gently finger-fucking them at the same time.

Peggy started giggling first, then Bonnie let out a guffaw. Both girls sat up, looking sympathetically at Richard while trying not to laugh. Finally Bonnie smiled, “Honey lamb, we appreciate the seduction, but that ain’t the best way to get a girl off. Lie on your back, Peggy.”

Richard stared as Bonnie kissed Peggy, then licked her way down. She took Richard’s index finger and slowly inserted it in her friend’s pussy. She laid her slender finger over his, and guided it in small, circular motions.

Peggy still had the giggles, but Bonnie and Richard got her off, then again.

Peggy sat up, “Your turn.”

Bonnie, grinning widely, lay back on her table. She winked at Richard as she moved her heels back by her butt and spread her knees. Peggy gave a mock sigh, ‘Slut. God.”

She slid Richard’s finger into her friend’s pussy, ‘“You take care of this, honey, I’ll work upstairs.”

Richard stared, transfixed, as Peggy deep-kissed Bonnie, then began licking her nipples. Bonnie thrust her pelvis up and back, “Get to work, honey lamb.”

Richard felt like he was in some sort of fantasy dream. Bonnie was not only letting him finger her, she was openly encouraging him. He wasn’t even aware of his throbbing cock; his total focus was on Bonnie, and making her cum like Peggy had.

He stared at her lovely face, so serene in the flickering candlelight. She whispered, “Slow down, just a little ... there! Just like that.”

Peggy was now sucking her breasts. Richard stared as Bonnie’s eyes clouded over and she arched up against his hand, “YESSSS!”

Peggy winked at him, “Keep going, more of the same.”

Even Richard, as inexperienced as he was, sensed a change in Bonnie’s body. He couldn’t articulate it in words, but she had somehow become more ... available. She had good-naturedly tolerated his earlier, clumsy attempts, but now her body seemed to want him, need him. It was like she had opened some secret pathway to her innermost self.

Richard knew in that instant that he could fuck her, that she wouldn’t resist. But he also knew, with even more clarity, that it wasn’t time, that it was too soon in this new, wonderful world.

Bonnie went, “Hhhnnn,” from somewhere deep in her chest and thrust her hips up in another orgasm.

Peggy whispered, “Keep goin’ honey, you’re getting her there.”

Seeing Bonnie’s body responding more and more quickly, he began coming out of his dream trance and was able to fully concentrate on her pleasure. He closed his eyes to focus on the signals her pussy and her gasps and moans were giving him.

After her first two orgasms, he didn’t try to keep track; he simply concentrated on commanding his fingers to anticipate her internal, pulsating needs. He had no sense of time; Peggy had vanished from his consciousness. He and Bonnie were the only two people in the universe.

Her climaxes, he was pretty certain she was cumming, didn’t get any more intense, but they seemed to speed up a little. Muscles rippled up and down her tummy, she was clenching and unclenching her buttocks, as she found just the right rhythm to thrust up and down against his hand.