Chapter 38: When CC and Alain...

When CC and Alain got to the Bayou Bar, Bernadette and Slim were getting a shampoo at Cunts Corner. They also had a finger in each other’s pussy as they languidly turned up the heat.

Alain was planning to tell her about Miss Kitty’s, but both he and CC could see that Bernadette was bursting with news. Slim winked at CC.

Alain smiled, “Yes, Mama?”

She was eager to talk, but then her eyes went out of focus, and she thrust her hips up and climaxed. Alain waited patiently.

“Honey?”

“Yes, Mama.’

‘When you left? This morning?”

“Yes.”

“Me an’ Slim started fooin’ ‘round? With each other?”

Alain smiled; he knew what was coming, “And?”

“Well, she’s real good, real, real good? With her fingers? An’ mouth?”

“And?”

“You know how I git sometimes? When you’re fucking me?”

Felicity and Rose continued with the shampoo/scalp massages.

“Slim went on and on ... I couldn’t stop cumming, I was begging her to stop, me, but I was so glad that she wouldn’t.” She nodded, satisfied with her version.

“That’s fine, Mama, I know how you like to cum. Now I got some good news for you. I tole Miss Kate I’d fuck you up on her stage this Friday night.”

Bernadette gasped, and both hands flew to her mouth, forgetting Slim. She jumped to her feet and flung herself into Alain’s arms. Tears welled up in her eyes; she was trembling with excitement.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! How many men gonna be there watching me?”

Alain said, “Slim?”

“Capacity is 159. But for a slutty little girl like Bernadette, I bet Kate will let in close to 200.”

Bernadette gasped again, and spun around in a circle.

Alain said, “There’s more, Mama, but you don’ have to.”

“I want to!”

“Miss Kate tole me, you gonna get them audience men so excited, they gonna want blowjobs.”

“Acourse, acourse, acourse!”

Slim and CC exchanged a glance; they noticed that Alain hadn’t mentioned money.

Later, sipping Dixies at a table, Alain went into performance details. “It’s gonna be late, Mama, after the last show. Hope you don’ fall asleep.”

Bernadette snorted.

“Okay, we up on the stage, you an’ me. In the spotlight.”

“Naked?”

“Yes. Now Miss Kate wants us to start off nice an’ slow. Kissing, hugging, getting each other hot.”

She nodded, wide-eyed.

“Then you suck me off.”

“Acourse.”

“But different. I’m gonna pull out at the last minute.”

Big frown, “Why?”

“So I kin shoot off in the air, go about three, four inches into your mouth.”

Concern in her voice, “Will they be able to see the cum go in my mouth, all them men?”

“They sure will. CC sucked me off, and Miss Kate and the light lady, Evelyn, said they could see it real clear.”

“Okay, good. My face is still in the light, right?”

“Yes, it is, the whole time. Now after I cum, I need me some time to get hard again.”

“So you kin fuck me, all them men watching me.”

“That’s right. An’ that’s when another girl gets up on that stage with you, licks you, keeps your pussy wet.”

Bernadette nodded as if that were merely her due, “Acourse.”

“Then I’ll fuck you, move you around, different positions.”

“So they kin see all of me.”

“That’s right, Mama. Then Kate wants me to cum in your pussy, show what a good little slut you are.”

Bernadette gasped again, hugged herself like a little girl, and swiveled back and forth in her chair in glee.

As Slim and CC were leaving for their Jon boat, CC pulled Alain aside, “I’ll tell Kate to have someone collect your blowjob money. You can pick it up on Saturday when she’s finished sucking cock”

Alain nodded in gratitude, “Thank you. An’ tell her she don’ have to limit it to 15. I’ll have Mama resting, time to time. She can go all day.”

Denise Aubert hadn’t planned on taking Kimmy Moreau so far so fast. But the little girl was so compliant, so eager to please. After dinner, Denise led the kids into her bedroom. She smiled at Danny Boy and held up her cell, “Get her off for me.”

“Acourse.”

Kimmy was flushed — more excitement than embarrassment. She didn’t react when Denise undressed before she started videoing the two of them.

Kimmy soon forgot that Denise was even there, forgot the camera, forgot everything except the delicious tingles running up and down her body. Danny Boy used gentle fingers and an aggressive tongue to send shivers throughout.

Denise smiled to herself as she proudly watched her son give the little girl a series of gently rippling climaxes. When Denise called for a rest period, Kimmy just lay there, splayed out, grinning, “God, I loved that.”

“After you rest up, I’ll shoot you sucking Danny Boy off. He needs to cum.”

Bigger grin, “Cool.”

Ray-Ray had been right; she was able to work the head of Danny Boy’s cock into her mouth. She used both hands, and it didn’t take long. He had been aroused for several hours.

Kimmy did gag a little from the sheer volume of cum, but managed to swallow it all. A minute later, Denise patted her on the cheek, “Good girl.”

“Thank you. It was a lot, but ... thank you.”

Driving the little girl home, Kimmy in the middle again, Denise said, “Next time, I’ll have Danny Boy shoot us. I can’t wait to taste your little pussy.”

“Oh. I mean ... but ... oh. Okay. Sure, why not?”

“I’ll have Ray-Ray edit these videos and send you a copy.”

Kimmy giggled, “Cool.”

Allie Petrie had known Fifi Dubois all of her life. Same schools and a few friends in common. But they had run in different circles, as schoolgirls tended to do. They certainly weren’t rivals; but hadn’t been besties either.

Then Fifi had Paulie; a few weeks later, Allie gave birth to Tee-Boy. Nurseries, play dates, mothering tips ... they became closer than ever.

But it was the Dirty Dozen connection that really bonded them. Hardly a surprise — among other things, Kate had them fucking each other’s sons. And they had become on-stage lovers. However, as with several other members of the Dozen, it was the sisterhood of naughtiness that brought them even closer.

They were aware of the town whispers, the pointing fingers, the startled glances in a grocery store aisle. Now, most of that had abated over several months, but the original sense of being ostracized, the sense of belonging to the same exclusive club ... well, Allie and Fifi had grown quite close.

That Friday night, Allie enjoyed the three boys that Janie and Susie had sent over. But in the back of her mind, she was wondering about Tee-Boy and Fifi. Would the kid remember her suggestions? Almost certainly — he had eagerly lapped up the details.

But would he be able to implement the plan? Did he have the patience? Could he summon the subtlety? Resist the urge to plunge his dick into a hungry pussy?

As she fixed herself breakfast on Saturday, Allie grinned to herself, imagining the fun Tee-Boy could be having with her friend if things fell just right. Paulie shouldn’t be too much of a distraction — he was smitten with Tee-Boy, even more than Fifi. Well, Allie would get a full report on Sunday.

In the meantime, she went online for some research and typed in sensory deprivation.

Both the Cajun Bayous and Sausalito campaigns had similar consequences. Sexual escapades at Cunts Corner and at Miss Kitty’s carried over into home life. Magnolia Babineaux’s marriage to Hawk. The coveted Cum Cup completion in town. Family conversations such as the Blowjob Room, that had once seemed controversial, now seemed almost quaint.

These days, mothers around town were now fielding even more intimate questions — such as the amount of cum a boy spurts. While swallowing had long been the accepted norm, even jaded moms expressed some awe that Bonnie LeRue had consumed an entire cup — 50 tablespoons!

And, that rarest form of incest — mother/son — that had once been only whispered about, was now a fairly common topic at the family dinner table and in classrooms throughout the Sausalito school system. Thanks, of course, to the Mama’s Room at Miss Kitty’s and the ubiquitous Dirty Dozen. Of course it had all started with the still-ongoing Saturday morning stage dances.

A new idea came to CC as he was tying up at the City Dock. It felt almost odd to pull on some shorts after all of the nudity down in the bayous. Then it struck him — could there be a way to entice Sausalito women to compete in the Cunts Corner blowjob contest? The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. It had so many of the elements that Eulalie would love.

Public nudity. No, more than that — public cocksucking. Sucking off boys they didn’t even know, which upped the naughtiness quotient considerably. Getting paid to suck cock — that erased one of the lines between a professional dancer at Miss Kitty’s and an ordinary housewife.

Public exposure. Shannon Trudeau could feature the Sausalito women in the Chronicle and on her weekly WZYD call-in show. Hmm ... better hold off on that nugget until after the contest.

Sabine and Slim, while recognizing the difficulties in convincing the average Sausalito woman to participate, loved the idea. And, as the three of them discussed the concept, they made some refinements.

First, amateurs only. No Miss-Kitty dancers, not even the waitlisted girls. Then, a one-hundred-dollar signup bonus just for agreeing to compete. A hundred bucks meant a lot more down in the bayous, but it was not nothing in a blue-collar town like Sausalito.

Slim came up with perhaps the most valuable refinement, “We all know Miss Eulalie wants more family involvement. What if we open the blowjob contest to mothers only?”

CC had to postpone the kickoff for a full week in order to have time to spread the word. In the meantime, Sabine reached out to Eulalie Guidry. Sabine hung up the phone, grinning ear-to-ear. “Miss Eulalie raised the signup bonus to five-hundred dollars.”

Tee-Boy, heeding some internal voice, slowly stopped circling his finger. He eased it out of Fifi, but placed his palm on her pussy to maintain contact. Fifi’s breathing slowed, then she eased her eyelids open. She was instantly aware of what she’d gone through. No bleary confusion; she knew she was in Paulie’s bed, knew that he and Tee-Boy were right there with her.

She looked at Tee-Boy and spoke evenly, “Your mother.”

“Yes, ma’am. She told me what you like, how you like it.”

“Well.”

Fifi felt drained and refreshed at the same time. A lassitude settled over her. She yawned, then smiled at Paulie, “I’m going to take a nap.” She looked from one erect 14-year old to the other, “Suck Tee-Boy off. And don’t let me sleep for more than an hour.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bonnie LeRue and Peggy Mouton had had ‘The Talk’ with Richard. They laid out, in fairly straightforward terms, the new terms of engagement for his beloved late-night ‘parties’. The gatherings — after the women were home from their late weekend sets at Miss Kitty’s, when the six youngest boys were fast asleep — were the highlights of Richard’s young life.

Over the months of living in the Ladies House, clothing had gotten scantier, then was eliminated for those special times. Teasing got naughtier and public displays of affection between the two women, bolder.

Then... ‘The Talk’.

The girls would still tease Richard; that was too much fun to stop. But, telling him to go jack off when things got too steamy? Nope. Not only would he be eligible for an occasional BJ, but Bonnie actually gave him one that night.

And, physical pleasures wouldn’t be a one-way street. Richard would be granted pussy-access — fingers and mouth only — when the girls were in the mood.

The big prize — Peggy would be fucking Richard one of these nights — was breathtaking news to the boy. Yet, looming even larger, was the fact that Peggy told him she was trying to talk Bonnie into agreeing to do the same.

All in all, a wondrous evening for Richard.

Yet.

Bonnie was ... not unhappy, but less than satisfied, with a couple of the new operating principles. And Peggy had an amendment to add to the agreement. So they called a Sunday night family meeting even though it was a school night.

The six boys in bed, the three of them freshly showered, a modest cabernet from Barefoot Cellars opened, Peggy began, “Honey, we left the subject of blowjobs ... uh, we didn’t make that clear enough. From now on, unless we’re sick or pissed off, or something, one of us will suck you off before you go to bed.”

Essentially, the two girls sucked cock for a living. They made decent garter-tip money dancing on stage, but the majority of their earnings came from the BJ Rooms.

So, sucking Richard off could have been perfunctory, just another bedtime chore, a small kindness. But they didn’t look at it that way, not at all. For one, they realized how vital, how crucial it was, how huge it loomed in his mind. But overriding that, they loved him. More than bestowing a bedtime treat, they were demonstrating their affection, their true feelings.

Bonnie smiled, “Last night, our first time ... it wasn’t some long overdue chore for me. It thrilled me, made me wet, baby boy.”

Peggy, “Keep in mind ... she is a slutty little girl. But I think she may have a soft spot in her heart for you.”

Bonnie nodded, “We love you, baby boy. An’ it was your idea for us to move in together.”

Peggy, “An’ you run this house, take care of the boys, do ‘bout all the work ‘round here.”

Bonnie, “Speaking of the boys...”

As he’d done countless times, Richard followed the two naked girls who were holding hands as they quietly checked the six bunk beds in the boys’ two bedrooms. All quiet on the youngster front.

Back in the kitchen, sipping red wine, Bonnie said, “Honey, this one is selfish on my part. I know last night I told you that you could lick my pussy...” She held up her hand, “Don’t worry, I’m not reneging. It’s just that Peggy has got me so spoiled ... anyway, you get some practice time in on Peggy. Then she’s gonna show you, teach you how to eat me. Does that sound okay?”

“God, Ma, of course!”

“Okay, good. Now one thing last night left me a little uncomfortable. No, more than a little. Can you guess?”

Richard blushed and nodded, “That maybe someday — a long way away — I might ... maybe I could...”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay. Here’s the thing — I don’t want that — that question — hanging over us. Here’s why. The other night when you finger-fucked me on that massage table, you got me in such a lather, if you’d have asked me then, I’d have said yes, no question. In fact, in my mind, I was already wanting it.”

Peggy, for once, wasn’t joking, “Honey, you coulda fucked her; I could see that plain as day. But she woulda felt terrible in the morning — guilty, embarrassed, ashamed.”

Richard was listening avidly, wide-eyed.

Bonnie, “So, starting today, Peggy isn’t going to push me to let you. And, I want you to promise you won’t ask either, no matter how hot you get me.”

Richard, so solemn, held up his palm, “I promise, Ma.”

Bonnie, a smile in her voice, nodded at his throbbing erection, “You believe him, Pegger?”

“Yeah, about 80%.”

Bonnie smiled at the boy, “Now, it’s not all gloom and doom on that front. I told you last night that it could someday, maybe, be a possibility. And I just told you how much I wanted it that night on the table. So here’s my final comment for your jerk-off pleasure. I promise you I will continue to think about fucking you. So, yeah, you got a chance. Maybe ... oh, I don’t know, maybe one in ten. But still a chance.”

Richard was a bobblehead doll.

“I know you’ll keep your promise; you won’t ask me, won’t beg me for pussy. But I do want you to know that I’ll be thinking on it. So you do know you got a chance.” She stood, “Let’s seal it with a kiss.”

Another first — hungry tongues in each other’s mouth. As the kiss went on and on, Peggy smiled and reached between her thighs.

The girls delivered on their promise — Richard did receive a nightly blowjob. He loved them. He loved cumming in Peggy’s mouth, but it thrilled him just a little more with Bonnie. Because ... Bonnie was who she was.

But what neither of the girls had anticipated was how much Bonnie would adore simply necking with Richard. Perhaps it brought back teenage memories of a more innocent time. Or perhaps she began to sense how much it meant to Richard. Peggy understood how special it was to the two of them, and never tried to duplicate that particular intimacy with him.

Another unintended consequence of their canoodling was talk. It became their special late-night time together. Bonnie loved lying naked in Richard’s arms, in his bed, whispering in the dark while her other three sons lay gently snoring in their bunk beds.

Over time, she realized she preferred giving him his nightly blowjob first. Savoring his cum, swallowing, then sliding up to be held in his arms. There, they had the best conversations of their lives.

One sleepy night, her other sons deep in the arms of Morpheus, Bonnie whispered, “Richard?”

“Yes?”

“I can’t remember the last time I fucked a guy. They — a lot of ‘em — want to meet me and Peggy at the Cajun Arms. Kate used to not let us go, but me and Peggy been with her so long ... well, she lets us earn extra money once in a while.”

“I know, Ma.”

“But me and Peggy, we love each other so much ... well, we stopped putting out. I turned down a hundred dollars, I don’t know how many times.”

“I’m glad.”

Bonnie sat up, the sheet falling to her waist, and checked on the three boys — still sound asleep.

“Here’s the point of my story ... if I ever do fuck anyone, it’s gonna be you. I’m not saying it’s gonna happen — that’s a giant step for me — but if another cock ever says hello to my pussy, it’s gonna belong to Mr. Richard LeRue.”

“Oh God, Ma, oh God!”

“Some ole boy fresh off the oil platform offers me a thousand bucks ... nope, not me. I’m saving it for Richard.”

Skepticism in his voice, “Ma.”

Bonnie laughed, “Okay, scratch that one. He can fuck me all night for a thousand.” Then she got the giggles, “Hon, can you imagine if Peggy turned down a thousand dollars and Tee-Roy heard about it? His head would explode.”

Richard smiled in the dark; Peggy’s oldest son paid close attention to the Ladies House finances.

Bonnie gave him a smile filled with love, and reached down to hold him. As she bent down to take him in her mouth again, “Can you manage to keep quiet? I’d just as soon not have an audience.” She winked, “Here at home, I mean.”

Back in her own bed, snuggled with Peggy, Bonnie said, “Babe, is this twisted. It got me so hot, sucking Richard with my other boys right there in the room.”

“Fuck, girl, that’s one of the sickest things I ever heard of.” She giggled, “I’m gonna do that tomorrow night with my three.”

“You better make sure that Tee-Roy is really asleep; that boy doesn’t miss much.”