Chapter 8: After the first couple of dances...

After the first couple of dances, Kiki and Katie Landry — the mother/daughter team — got over any initial embarrassment and began to enjoy themselves. They turned the audience on, and the men were robust in sharing their enthusiasm.

The two were typical Cajun girls — dark hair, flashing white smiles, dark-skinned. About the same height, though Katie weighed about 20 pounds more than her mother. They both had generous breasts with large nipples.

Looking at their bald pussies, they could have been sisters. Prominent lips, long and full.

Kate had explained the two-fer blowjobs. “Just for one week, just to test the water. Tips might be generous, although I really don’t know — we’ve never tried it before.”

Kiki said, “We’ve sucked some cocks, Katie and me, but never together.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Just be sure to snowball.”

Both women nodded hesitantly.

“Look, ladies, it’s just a quirk of nature, but guys love to see two girls spit-swapping their cum. You’ll get used to it.”

Kiki said, “I guess.” Katie shrugged. They both had a fresh thousand dollars and weren’t about to jeopardize that.

Eulalie decided to capitalize on the pair, “Kate, I still want Kiki to win the teachers contest, but have Katie get some air time. You and Shannon can capitalize on the mother/daughter cocksuckers.”

As planned, Kiki won the five-hundred dollar first prize with seventeen blowjobs.

Shannon had them both on her morning call-in show, “Kiki, congratulations for sucking more cocks than any other teacher in Sausalito.”

“Thank you, it was a stiff competition.”

“In more ways than one. Feel any sympathy for the runners-up?”

Kiki laughed, “No, not at all, I’m competitive by nature and really wanted to win.”

“Seventeen blowjobs in one week is quite an achievement. But, in reality, Peggy Mouton sucked twenty-seven cocks when she won MOMs WEEK.”

“That’s true, and I take my hat off to her. But the simple fact is that there are more teachers than mothers working at Miss Kitty’s.”

“Good point. More teachers meant more sharing. Now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, we have another guest — none other than Kiki Landry’s daughter, Katie. Welcome to Shannon Says”

“Glad to be here, proud to be here.”

“And proud of your mother?”

“Very proud. An’ you’re right, mama didn’t have as many cocksucking opportunities. None of the teachers did. But Peggy is an outstanding cocksucker, no two ways about it.”

Shannon, “Tell me, Kiki, is it true that you and Katie — now this was before the contest started — but a little birdie told me that you and Katie worked the Blowjob Room together?”

“Yes, that is true. It was Kate’s idea — she said some men would love having a mother and daughter sucking them at the same time.”

“And did they?”

“Yes ma’am. We took turns, one guy would cum in my mouth, the next one in Katie’s.”

Katie, “But we always snowballed, the guys loved that.”

“For the benefit of our younger listeners, what do you mean — snowballed?”

“Say guy number one cums in my mouth. I lie down on Mama and let his cum drip into her mouth. Then we roll over and she snowballs into my mouth.”

“Share the cum.”

“Share the cum.”

The following Monday morning, Shanon interviewed two teachers from Carver —- where Kiki Landry was the assistant principal.

“Joining me this morning are two Carver teachers who participated in the Miss Kitty blowjob contest. Mrs. Connie Dautrive and Mrs. Mavis Guthrie. Ladies, welcome.”

“Thank you.” “Thank you.”

“While you two didn’t win, you each sucked off a dozen guys. Not a bad week’s work.”

“Thank you.” “Thank you.”

“The winning cocksucker, of course, was your very own assistant vice principal, Kiki Landry. Tell me, what was the reaction from the students?”

Connie, “Pride, I would say. Yep, they were proud of her and proud to know, to actually know, the winner.”

Mavis nodded, “Kiki signed a lot of autographs last week, I’ll tell you that.”

“And what about the parents?”

Connie giggled, “A lot of fathers stopped by to tell her hello.”

Mavis, “I won’t name names, but I saw two of ‘em take her back to the Blowjob room.”

South of Sausalito, down in the Cajun Bayous, most of the families listening to WJYD on a little kitchen radio were unfazed by the blatant sexual content of the conversations. Kids learned earlier about sex. Family discussions were open, frank, unflinching candid.

Magnolia Babineaux was talking with her friend Jasmine Doucet as she absentmindedly masturbated her two naked sons at the breakfast table. She said, “Them city women sound like they invented sucking cock.”

Her youngest child, Sabine, nodded, “And swallowing cum, don’t everybody?”

Magnolia, still stroking, smiled ruefully at her friend, “One of my boys — I couldn’t for the life of me tell you which one — woke me up last night, poking me in the butt.”

Jasmine smiled understandingly, “And?”

“I jess stayed mostly asleep, jerked him off.” She looked at the boy on her right, “Was that you, Hank?”

He was eating another slice of warm cornbread dipped in honey, “Uh, I don’t think so, Mama, musta been Hawk.”

She turned to her left, “Hawk?”

He was slathering his cock with butter, and replaced his mother’s hand, “Uh, I don’ think so, Mama, I don’ remember.”

Jasmine smiled, “It don’ matter, chère, they jess walking boners at that age.”

The temperature was already in the 90s, with uncomfortably high humidity. Magnolia was wearing an old bra and white cotton panties. Jasmine’s panties were pink and she wore a wife-beater tee shirt from one of her many boyfriends for a top. Both women were sweating, and they hadn’t even begun the day’s chores.

They heard a Jon boat putt-putting up to the dock. A minute later, Fleur Mouton entered the kitchen, carrying a small pan of warm cornbread. She was flat-chested, skinny as a boy, sweating, and wore only a pair of cutoff canvas shorts.

Jasmine poured their neighbor a cup of chicory and yawned. She was the sophisticated one in the bayous because she actually stripped at Miss Kitty’s a couple of days a week “We are lucky — forty dollars for jess a blowjob.”

Fleur sat down next to Hawk and nodded, “Wisht I could get five dollars, me.” She sliced a piece of cornbread and fed it to Hawk as his mother continued stroking him. “Thank you, ma’am.”

The three daughters — Sabine and the twins — exchanged glances; getting paid for blowjobs was obviously a familiar topic to them. Magnolia continued stroking with both hands, up and down, up and down. Sabine was the only one watching. Then she heard a moan and handed her brother a washrag to spurt into. She, being the family disciplinarian, said, “Where’s your manners, Hank?”

“Sorry, Sabine, thank you, Mama.”

On the radio, Kiki was saying, “I had me one guy, holy fuck could he cum! It kept splashing and splashing into my mouth,”

Jasmine was sitting next to Hawk, who was now being fed a bite of honeydew melon by Fleur. When he said, “Mama,” Jasmine calmly took the washrag from his brother and placed it over Hawk’s cock.

“Thank you, ma’am. And Mama.”

Sabine said, “Another hot fucking day, let’s head to school.”

Jasmine and Fleur had casually watched as Magnolia masturbated Hawk and Hank. It certainly wasn’t the first time they’d seen a Cajun mother service her sons. It wasn’t widespread around the bayous, but it was common enough that it didn’t raise eyebrows. The tradition went back for generations and generations. Women were in charge of the famiies and they took not getting their daughters knocked up too early as a serious responsibility.

Almost every Cajun girl down in the bayous had grown up witnessing a cousin, an aunt, a mother, jerking boys off. It was especially common and especially visible during the hottest months of the year when clothes were more of an afterthought, a nuisance, than a necessity.

And, most women were sympathetic to the horny boys. Seeing breasts, butts, occasionally pussy ... well, who could blame them for getting inflamed?

Magnolia and Jasmine and Fleur had a second cup of coffee as the two boys got dressed, and the five kids left for the Jon boat. Magnolia took the cum-sodden washrag and casually rinsed it in the kitchen sink. Placed it on the edge to dry — no doubt she would be using it again after school. Then she undid her bra, took off her panties. Neither of her friends commented; it was just so fucking hot.

On WZYD, Mavis said, “I think I had that same guy, Mama, the big cummer? Was he the one with the bib overalls?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Jasmine looked at Magnolia and said, “Are handjobs gonna be enough?”

“Yeah, for now anyway. Acourse all this cocksucking talk on the radio ain’t helping things.”

“Babe, they’ve known about blowjobs for years, them two boys. Especially Hawk.”

Sigh, “I know, I know. I guess it’s jess a matter of time.”

Jasmine, “Hon, let me know, you need some help. I kin suck ‘em off, jess send ‘em over to see me.”

Fleur listened sympathetically. Horny boys, humid weather, tiny houses ... a common challenge to the women in the Cajun Bayous.

Left unsaid, and the three women knew it fully well, was that while mercy blowjobs from Jasmine would be welcome, it would still be just a temporary solution to a perpetual problem. Both boys, but especially Hawk, were openly sizing up their sisters and mother. Hand-jobs offered a temporary relief, but they could jack themselves off.

Fleur said, “Hawk is the main problem, right, Magnolia?”

“Yeah, Sabine can keep Hank in line, but that Hawk...”

Another common trait in the Cajun Bayous. Sabine, although the youngest in the family, was the strongest, the one with the most willpower. It had happened in other families too — the female who was the fiercest, gradually took control of the household.