Chapter 60: Later that Sunday...

Later that Sunday, around 3 in the afternoon, Jack was preparing to leave for the drive back to Jackson. He and Rick and Candy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing a large shrimp salad. She was still wearing her robe; the boys were dressed.

Jack looked at her, “I’m married.”

Candy nodded at his wedding band, “I figured.”

He took his time, not pushing, not selling, not trying to convince her of anything. “We never had kids — Louise didn’t want to. I still love her.”

“Oh.”

Ricky sat quietly, sensing the significance of this conversation.

Jack spoke softly, “But I don’t like her, haven’t for three or four years. No specific reason ... we just drifted apart, began losing interest in each other.” He gave Candy a wry smile, “Not in the sex department — that’s still good.”

“Good.”

“Our marriage has been a ... an okay alliance. No fights, no screaming matches ... just a sort of ... settled existence.”

“Oh.”

“Then I met you.” He smiled, “Nothing settled about you.”

Candy grinned.

“I liked you the very first time we ... met.”

Candy nodded: _The very first time he fucked me._

“And I’ve been growing more and more fond of you. You and Ricky.”

“I’m glad.”

He waited, expecting more.

Candy shrugged, “You’re a nice enough guy, but I’m just in it for the sex.”

Ricky, “Mama!”

Jack laughed. Then he winked at Ricky, “She does like sex, doesn’t she?”

“And how!”

He opened Candy’s robe so it puddled at her waist. Ricky sucked in his breath. Jack rubbed a nipple with his knuckle. He and Candy were staring at each other. Jack, a smile in his voice, said, “That Cum Video ... she almost climaxed just watching, didn’t she?” He switched to her other breast.

Ricky nodded, “Her face was all red an’ splotchy.”

“Her nipples were rock-hard.”

“Her breathing was real ... um, raspy.”

“Her pussy was sopping wet.”

Candy, “Nice. Talk about me like I’m not here.”

Jack, “She came before I was even halfway in.” He was twirling both her nipples now. Her chest was flushed down to her boobs. There was a faint roaring in her ears, like the sound of the surf crashing in. Jack knew how to turn her on, but he’d learned even more that morning, watching her watch herself in front of her two boys.

Candy licked her lips, staring into Jack’s eyes. She knew he could lay her across that kitchen table and fuck her right that instant. She knew that he knew. She knew that Ricky knew it.

Jack spoke so softly, “Stand up.”

She rose automatically, her robe lying on the chair, her heart racing. He smiled kindly, “Tell me.”

“Please.” A single word that spelled out so clearly her needs, her wants, her suddenly-fierce hunger.

Jack picked her up easily and held her there in his arms, facing Ricky. “Is she ready?”

Ricky and Candy were staring at each other, communicating silently. She moved her thighs apart a fraction of an inch. His hand was shaky as he slid a finger into her tight little pussy. She spasmed once, involuntarily, around his finger. Ricky’s voice cracked, “Yes.”

Ricky stared as Jack turned and carried Candy back into her bedroom. He moved his finger up, placed it in his mouth, licked it, and shot off in his khakis.

Back in the Hamptons, Chase listened closely, as he always did, as Eulalie updated him on Felicia Felcher.

Eulalie was lying back against Chase’s chest, between his legs, in his massive tub. Jaya Kapoor, the young daughter of Chase’s current yoga instructor, brought in champagne on ice, a tray with two flutes, and grapes and cherries.

Eulalie felt Chase begin to stir against her butt. She smiled to herself, and gestured to the girl to unpin her saffron-colored sari. No hesitation — Jaya and her mother had been around for only a couple of weeks, but fully understood their roles in Chase’s universe.

The sari puddled at Jaya’s feet on the bathroom floor. Eulalie eyed the girl with interest, picturing her as Chase would. Black hair, shy smile, tea-colored skin. Slender like he often preferred, flat-chested, no pubic hair.

Eulalie stood, lightly grasping his erection, and smiled at the girl, “Lie back on the bed honey.”

Dripping soapy water, they followed her twitching butt into the bedroom. Jaya lay back, drawing her knees back to her shoulders, arms spread, smiling up at Chase. Eulalie nodded in satisfaction — the girl looked so... _available._

Chase was obviously turned on — his cock pulsed with readiness.

Eulalie glanced at him and said, “Be right back.”

Chase smiled, “Thanks.”

A few moments later, Eulalie led Anika Kapoor, the girl’s mother, into the bedroom. The young yoga instructor said, “Oh,” then smiled and said, “Of course.”

Still wearing her yellow sari, Anika took Chase into her mouth as she lightly fingered Jaya. Eulalie, still smiling fondly to herself, sat down in a club chair to watch.

Anika, two fingers inserted, smiled and spoke in her lovely, lilting cadence, “She’s ready, sir. Nice and moist and tight.”

She guided Chase into Jaya, then sat beside Eulalie. The two held hands as they watched him fuck the little girl with patience, skill, and enjoyment. Eulalie felt the itch building and reached down between her thighs. The sight itself was erotic, but she was more turned on knowing how pleased Chase was with Jaya’s youth, eagerness, and willingness to do whatever he wanted.

As she played with herself, Eulalie glanced back and forth between Anika and Jaya, between mother and daughter. Anika watched placidly, knowing she was a generation too old to attract Chase; yet she seemed comfortable with the understanding that Jaya was still young enough to hold his attention. For now, anyway.

Eulalie was more than satisfied with the pair. Lacy Danube had helped her find Anika and Jaya as a Christmas present for Chase. Eulalie and Lacy had conducted online searches, and narrowed it down to five possibilities. Eulalie conducted in-person interviews with each of the mother and daughter teams.

She was confident in her first choice, but because it was Chase, she asked Lacy to evaluate the Kapoors. They were originally from Bangalore, and while Kannada was their natural language, both spoke English well. In fact, Anika had been a telemarketer for a travel agency site that masqueraded as the official booking agency for major US airlines.

In Bangalore, she had a mentor, and a lover, a college professor named Doctor Aran Singh. He was well-connected in both New Delhi and Washington DC. He had also had had his eye on Jaya for the past couple of years.

Anika was a very young mother, but also intelligent and pragmatic. She gifted Jaya to the good professor with an unwritten, but morally-binding agreement. Doctor Singh eventually got Anika a job as a translator at the UN in New York. A prestigious position, especially for a recent immigrant. But Anika was ambitious, and wanted two things — more money and a college degree from an American university.

During that first in-person interview, both Lacy and Eulalie had been more than pleased with Anika’s immediate grasp and acceptance of the position’s reality. Eulalie had intended to speak freely, and spell out explicitly, what she expected of them. But Anika had leaped ahead, “Ah, young pussy, right, Ms. Eulalie?”

Lacy nodded, “Exactly.”

The woman smiled knowingly, and undressed her daughter then and there. She held Eulalie’s hand and guided her finger gently into Jaya. She spoke softly, “She isn’t a virgin.”

As Eulalie eased a second finger inside, she said, “No problem, Anika. Chase doesn’t care about that.”

Lacy took a turn with Jaya and winked at Eulalie, “Perfect. Nice and tight. Almost as tiny as yours.”

Anika watched calmly as the two strangers fingered her daughter. She understood how valuable Jaya was. And also understood that her daughter’s worth — as far as Eulalie and Lacy were concerned — was fleeting.

Lacy spelled out the terms, “Give Jaya to Eulalie for a year — say, through the middle of January. You’ll live in the guest house, and receive $10,000 a month. We’ll take taxes out — everything will comply with federal and state regulations.”

“And then?”

“If Chase is pleased with Jaya, which I’m sure he will be, he will not only write you a wonderful letter of recommendation, but he’ll use his contracts to help you with college admittance and future job opportunities.”

Lacy continued to finger Jaya as the discussion drilled down into the details of the compact. Lacy smiled at Anika, “Can she cum?”

“Oh my, yes.”

“Cum for us, honey.”

Jaya glanced at her mother, who nodded once. The nude little girl leaned back on her elbows, and her body seemed to relax. Lacy and Eulalie watched approvingly as Jaya’s cheeks flushed and her eyes went slightly out of focus. She sucked in her breath, and her tummy rippled as she climaxed against Lacy’s fingers.

Anika smiled at her daughter, “Cum again, baby, for the nice ladies.”

Later, sipping tea, Lacy had a few minor questions, “Is she eating pussy yet?”

“No, not yet.”

Jaya raised her slender hand, “But I can learn, right, Mama?”

“Of course.”

Lacy, “Has she taken it up the butt?”

“No. Will Mr. Windsor be ... expecting that?”

Lacy spoke softly, but firmly, “You’re smart, Anika. So think about what’s going on. You’re selling your daughter to Eulalie, who will do anything she wants with Jaya. And I mean anything.”

Anika shrugged — Lacy had merely spelled out what she had already understood. She came back to the contract details, “So what would a typical day be? Out here on the beach? I mean, apart from the sex?”

“First of all, Chase and Eulalie travel a lot. They might want to take Jaya with them once in a while, but I doubt it. So the two of you would be on your own. Jaya will attend school, of course.”

“But when Mr. Windsor and Ms. Eulalie are home?”

Lacy turned to Eulalie who said, “We get up early and work out in the gym. Shower, sauna, shower. Most mornings we’ll want a massage before breakfast. You’ll do me; Jaya, Chase. Once in a while, he might want some early-morning pussy or a blowjob.”

“Of course.”

“Then — it’ll vary from day to day — yoga and meditation. Chase is really into it, and I’m just starting.”

“I understand.”

Lacy, “Anika, what is your main job, you and Jaya?”

“Keeping Mr. Windsor happy.”

Lacy shook her head, “Think it through.”

Anika frowned; Jaya shyly raised her hand, “Keeping Ms. Eulalie happy?”

Lacy beamed, “Precisely. When Eulalie is pleased, that means that Chase is. Eulalie is your barometer.”

Mother and daughter nodded — they were steadily absorbing the scope of the assignment.

Eulalie said, “Chase may, or I may, loan one or both of you to a friend or a client. He doesn’t usually do that with his personal pussy, but it might come up.”

Anika and Jaya nodded again. No biggie.

That afternoon, before Chase got home, Lacy had Anika and Jaya get them off. Jaya’s first pussy-eating lesson.

Chase was very pleased with his Christmas present. But, more than the young pussy, he was delighted with Eulalie’s initiative and with the thought she had put into the hiring process.

She winked at him, “I put the word out — I’m looking for younger pussy, Chase. Much younger.”

Life was good. If it weren’t for that fucking LOST project...

It was another three weeks before Jack could get away again to drive down to Sausalito. Candy and Ricky didn’t discuss it, but their interactions during this period were comparatively staid. He might catch a glimpse of her boobs once in a while. And their back-and-forth banter was sometimes naughty, even sexual. But, mainly, they behaved like a normal little family.

Candy went to see Kate, “He’s kinda falling for me, Jack Bannister.”

Kate looked at her shrewdly, “Alright, I’ll stop paying you for fucking him.”

Candy nodded, “I think that’s better. I’d feel more comfortable anyway.”

“Heard from Randal Johnson lately?”

“Jess that time he called to thank me. And ask what Chloé had to say about him.”

“You complimented his size. Or Chloé did.”

“Acourse.”

On the drive back home, Candy thought about that latest Cum Video that Ray-Ray had given to Ricky. Had he known not to include himself? To limit it to girl-on-girl action? If so, she was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

And, she considered treating Jack to a little show. Perhaps with Misty? Or Jolene? Maybe Bernadette? Even Bernadette and Chloé? No, better not involve Chloé — too much temptation to put in front of her boyfriend.

So, was Jack Bannister her boyfriend? She was beginning to think of him that way.

When Jack did make it back to Sausalito, it was on a Friday night. He’d drive back to Jackson sometime on Sunday. He and Ricky picked up where they had left off last time — talking about her, teasing her while she sat there just listening. And trying to keep a straight face.

The sexual banter in front of Ricky was titillating to Jack. And exhilarating to Ricky. Candy? She was mostly amused, although when Jack reached inside her robe, she became somewhat aroused.

Saturday morning at breakfast, Jack turned to Ricky, “You still have her Cum Video?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think we better watch it. You know how she gets.”

Jack nodded solemnly, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He slid his hand in and palmed a nipple, “Already hard. See?”

Ricky stifled a giggle and tentatively touched her other nipple with a fingertip. Candy waited a couple of seconds, then pulled their wrists away and sniffed, “Unhand the merchandise.”

Jack, “The merchandise seemed to be enjoying it.”

Ricky, grinning, “Yeah.”

Candy lifted her chin in the air, “The merchandise is off limits to you two crude oafs.”

She stood up and began clearing the coffee cups. Jack slid his hand under the hem of her robe and ran it up to the juncture of her thighs. Candy stiffened for a second, her cheeks colored. He tapped her pussy with his middle finger.

Jack, “Is the merchandise sure it wants to be left alone?”

She cleared her throat, “For now.”

Shannon Trudeau made the announcement on _Shannon Says._

“Hello Sausalito! Especially you sweet mamas who have a boy in John Lee Hooker Middle School. We have a very special guest calling in this Monday morning — Miss Kate Broussard, owner of Miss Kitty’s Entertainment Emporium. Hello there, Kate.”

“Good morning, Shannon, I’m delighted to share the exciting news — this Wednesday is Hooker Day at Contrary Mary’s.”

“And what exactly is Hooker Day?”

“Every boy who attends John Lee Hooker can go to Mary’s after school on Wednesday and get a half-price handjob. They don’t even have to buy any food — just give Darlene Pellerin five bucks, and you’re good to go.”

“Amazing! But how would it work — those boys don’t have a car to go out to?”

“Easy-peasy. Darlene will set up her waitresses in the private party room.”

“Describe the scene for our listeners, please. And you mothers out there, pay attention.”

“Okay. Darlene will assign one girl at a time to jerk off a boy. Each girl will do five boys — one at a time — and then the next girl will take her turn.”

“I’m trying to picture it, Kate. Let’s see ... Darlene’s girls wear those cute little crop tops and a miniskirt, white if I recall.”

“Yes, but each little sexpot will be naked in the party room for Hooker Day.”

Shannon pretended surprise, “Stark naked? No panties? No thong? Completely bare pussy?”

“Absolutely.”

“All right, I’m still trying to picture it, Sausalito is trying to picture it. A boy pays Darlene five dollars and she shows him to the private room. Then what?”

“He undresses, just like at my Saturday morning shows. Then Alicia or Chloé, or whoever’s turn it is, will lubricate his cock, stroke it lovingly, and make him cum.”

“All for just five dollars!”

“Exactly.”

“Kate, a lot of curious mothers out there will want more details. Where can little Johnny cum? In her mouth?”

“No, Shannon, I don’t want those little sluts competing with the Blowjob Room. But the guys can cum on their tits, pussy, whatever.”

“Kate, I’m sure you know what my next question is.”

“I can guess. Yes, Darlene has trained the girls to scoop up each load, lick her fingers clean, and of course swallow it.”

“Alright, Sausalito moms, get five bucks ready. Don’t you dare sleep on Hooker Day. This Wednesday — from after school until six o’clock. Naked handjobs are on the menu.”

Darlene had come up with the idea, and presented it to Kate. Who green-lighted it immediately. “It touches a lot of the target bases, Darlene. Moms paying for it. Young boys getting it. Young girls talking about it. Plus, it makes an act of sex transactional. Gets my future customers in the habit of paying for it.”

Jack Bannister fell into a pretty regular pattern. He would work until 6 or 7 on Fridays, then drive down to Sausalito to spend the weekend with Candy and Ricky. Then, on Sunday evening, he’d head back home to Jackson.

He couldn’t get away every weekend, but managed it more often than not. Jack and Ricky developed an easygoing, joshing relationship with Candy. She sometimes pretended to be upset or annoyed, but actually enjoyed the teasing quite a bit.

Most Saturday and Sunday mornings, they wore their matching seersucker robes which had become symbolic of their shared camaraderie, their budding friendship.

One of the boys’ favorite skits was to talk about Candy as if she weren’t there. Or was an inanimate object. Sitting around the breakfast table, Jack might say, “She gets turned on pretty easily these days, doesn’t she?”

Ricky would nod solemnly, “Yeah, it can get kinda embarrassing how she gets in heat so fast.”

Jack would tilt his head quizzically and say, “What stage is she in now?”

Ricky’s favorite part — he would slide his hand inside her robe and fondle a nipple, “I’d say about medium ... maybe a 4 or 5.”

“Is that all? Her cheeks are flushed.”

“Hmm, let me check.” He’d play around a little more until Candy would slap his wrist away, “Unhand me, you beast! God, you guys are pervy.”

But she was a little turned on at the same time. The physical manipulation of her sensitive nipples. Jack’s instigation; Ricky’s eager participation.

Candy understood on some level that Jack was using the fun and games as a way to bond with Ricky. And she appreciated the effort, as clumsy and as much of a guy-thing as it was. He was trying.

Over time, little habits and rituals developed among them. Candy allowed Ricky to vape — just a little — with them on Friday and Saturday nights. They’d sit on the couch, Candy in the middle, and chill.

They’d listen to music, or stream vintage movies, sometimes just kick back and visit. Once in a while, Jack would say, “We haven’t watched her Cum Video for a while.”

Ricky, “Oh no, Jack! You know how the merchandise gets.”

“Methinks the merchandise doth protest too much.”

“Well ... if you wanna take the chance.”

The thing was ... Candy enjoyed — no, loved — watching that particular tape. The opening scene that showed her face in mid-cum as Jolene licked her on that Saturday morning stage. Then, girl after girl with her mouth glued to Candy’s pussy. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

Jack, “Check out the merchandise, please.”

Ricky, twirling a nipple, “God, a seven. At least.”

“Already? Let me check.”

Candy would try to keep a straight face as she sat back, her arms around her boys, her feet up on the coffee table, a breast, maybe both, exposed to the light from the flatscreen.

Eventually, Jack would slide his hand toward her pussy. Candy would clear her throat and look at Ricky, “Privacy. Now!”

One Saturday night, they were drinking cannabis beverages over ice. Different flavors — pineapple and ginger, grapefruit, limeade. A pleasant buzz would begin to build after ten minutes or so.

That evening, listening to zydeco on WZYD, Candy was lying on the couch in Jack’s arms, her back to Ricky who was sitting on a chair on the other side of the coffee table.

Jack untied her robe, but left it draped over her shoulders, covering her back. He slid his palm up between her thighs. Candy knew, knew in an instant, that she was going to let him get her off. With Ricky right there.

The room was dark, with soft ambient moonlight only. Candy closed her eyes to concentrate on the erotic sensations — both mental and physical. Her soft moans, coming a little more frequently, told Ricky that something was going on.

She got closer and closer, then whispered, “Yes!” Followed by, “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”

Candy and Ricky Barbier rarely got out of Sausalito. School, work, chores, life. But with Jack Bannister on the scene ... well, he was broadening their horizons.

He began taking them on no-destination drives. Just meandering around the state until they spotted something interesting. A restaurant, a beach, a new movie.

But the highlight — and it was impossible to say which of the three enjoyed it the most — was the drive itself. Candy, in the middle, immediately put her hands in her boys’ laps. Usually they were erect before they even reached the city limits.

It amused Candy that Jack dressed on the right; Ricky on the left. It felt natural to her — both cocks were so easily available to her knowing fingers. The act itself was sensual, perhaps even sexy, but to Candy it was more affectionate, more loving, than carnal.

She always packed a small case for the three of them — fresh socks and underwear and tops. The robes. Sometimes they stayed in a hotel or motel; sometimes they just drove back to Sausalito.

Of course having Candy rub his cock was the epitome of excitement to Ricky. And, it was a turn-on for Jack. He marveled at Candy’s nerve, her openness, her casual flaunting of societal norms.

Hooker Day was an instant hit. The boys loved the $5 handjobs. Most mothers were amused. Darlene’s girls enjoyed the change of pace. And the tips. It usually took them only ten or fifteen minutes to do five boys. Then they rinsed off, used mouthwash, got dressed and went back to work — $25 to the good.

Harry Hebert and some of the other bold teachers announced the event in class. Shannon Trudeau covered it in the _Chronicle_ and on WZYD. But word of mouth spread the news fastest and furthest.

Darlene suggested, and Kate approved, that they make Hooker Day a weekly celebration. Then Darlene said, “Kate, you know how I have mama go along on the Pussy Parties?”

Kate laughed, getting it right away. “Of course! Have those mamas of your waitresses there for Hooker Day. Naked and lending a hand.”

It wasn’t a requirement. Some mothers worked full-time. Others couldn’t get away during the day for one reason or another. But most of them tried to attend a session when they could.

Camille Petit told her friend Elise Dumas, “It was fun, actually.”

“I’m going next week. What was it like? Were you naked?”

“Oh sure, Darlene expects ... I mean, that’s just part of the deal. Like a Pussy Party.”

“Except you don’t blow nobody.”

“No, it’s hands only. But chère, I got to see five naked boys.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice, “Including Danny Boy Aubert!”

Elise gasped, “Is it ... is he...”

Camille made a circle with both hands, “It’s true. Like a can of Pepsi. I never saw anything like it.”

“Did you...?” Elise made a jacking-off motion with her fist.

“Acourse. Me and Emmy did ‘em at the same time — that’s what Darlene likes us to do.”

“Danny Boy ... did he ... when he...?”

Camille shrugged, “Nah, he just shot about the regular amount. You know, around five, six, seven spurts.”

“Okay, dish. Could you get your hand around it?”

“Not hardly. Lemme tell you...”

Hooker Day hardly caused a ripple of resentment. Sausalito was so conditioned to school-related activities — blowjob contests for teachers, the Saturday morning shows, the Sunday dance classes, Pussy Parties. A discount-handjob at Contrary Mary’s seemed almost quaint.

The youth of the waitresses? Yawn. They had already stopped wearing panties. And everyone knew that Darlene hired them for their sexiness.

When Darlene told the girls’ mothers to try to participate in Hooker Day, there was zero resistance. These young women were Sausalito’s version of stage mothers. They had petitioned Darlene aggressively to hire their daughters. They had understood from the beginning that their girls would be scantily clad and giving parking-lot handjobs.

Most of the moms were amused, even a little titillated, at the idea of seeing five naked boys. And, using their own hands to masturbate them? If anything, that brought back fond memories of when they, themselves, were in middle school.

And most of them not only didn’t mind getting naked with their daughters, some of them were a little turned on by the hungry stares of 14 and 15-year-old boys.

Besides, Hooker Day was tame compared to those Saturday morning shows where the performing mothers had sex with each other on the stage.

The Hooker Day mothers got in the habit of comparing notes among themselves — cute boys, penis sizes, amount of cum. How shy some of the boys were. How polite, how grateful.

Then Darlene, being Darlene, and wanting to impress Kate and Sabine and, of course Eulalie, came up with another twist.

“Kate, how ‘bout we give out free handjobs if the boy’s mama joins him in the party room? I’ll still give the girls five bucks.”

“Huh. I like it. And so will Eulalie. But I don’t know how many moms will go for it.”

Later, Eulalie told Kate, “Give it a go. If nothing else, it’ll get those families thinking about it, talking about it. Looking at each other in a new light.”

It started slowly, with only a couple of giggly moms willing to take the plunge. But gentle pressure started to be applied from several sources. The _Sausalito Chronicle, Shannon Says_, a few teachers like Harry Hebert, and, not surprisingly, some of the bolder middle school boys like Tee-Jim Allard.

“Come on, Mom, it’s free! An’ I never had a girl ... you know.”

Shelly Allard smiled inwardly. She knew that Tee-Jim and two of his buddies were now jacking each other off. They had progressed from doing themselves to the next logical step.

Shelly told her best friend, Mary Faucher, “I thought he’d be embarrassed, Tee-Jim, to be naked in front of me.”

“Yeah, maybe. But, hon, think of it from his point of view. A naked girl, a real, live naked girl, will jerk him off. That’s gotta be like a million times more exciting than just his pals.”

“Oh, I know that. But I’m still surprised that he’d let his own mother see him, you know, naked _and_ erect.”

“Well, I think you should do it. For the giggles if nothing else. Besides, aren’t you a little curious?”

Shrug, “No, not really. I’ve seen enough middle school boners in my days.”

“Still. Why not try it once?”

And, that line of thinking — why not try it one time? — began to gain a little currency. Three gutsy mothers, then four, five, six...

It didn’t become a rite of passage for those grown women, but there was a small sense of accomplishment, of having taken a bold step. There was some gentle ribbing — “So, is he as big as his daddy?” — but no real criticism, nothing remotely resembling condemnation.

No, it was just a quirky little event in an otherwise busy afternoon.

Of course to Eulalie, the intimacy of the mother/son vignette was the key. The two of them would never erase the image. And the relationship between them was altered to one degree or another.

What Kate Broussard liked was the edited film from the cameras hidden in the party room at Contrary Mary’s. She already had a treasure trove of tapes featuring the naked girls and their naked mothers giving $5 handjobs.

Now they had several brave mamas watching their own sons spurting cum. Ray-Ray wisely edited it to show the mothers’ faces at the critical moment. No one burst into applause, but several grinned or giggled when that first milky glob exploded.

One interesting dynamic was how many boys turned to stare directly at their mothers as they came. Not that they didn’t appreciate the naked girl, but it meant something, maybe a lot, that they stared at Mama at the moment of the most erotic intensity.

And, mothers being mothers, they understood what it meant. As Sally told Mary, “I could tell he was gonna cum. But then he looked away from Alicia, looked right at me when he started spurting.”

Mary laughed, “No mystery there. You know what Tee-Jim wanted, hon. He was wishin’ that was your hand.”

“Well, he can wish all he wants to.”