Chapter 9: On yet another steamy day...

On yet another steamy day, Magnolia Babineaux waited until her five kids had left for school. Sabine had them up and out the door in plenty of time. Magnolia took their other Jon boat over to see her friend, Jasmine Doucet. It was already 97 degrees. Jasmine was naked, plopped down on a kitchen chair, a portable fan under the table, blowing up between her legs.

Magnolia had brought half a dozen eggs, and placed them in the icebox. Then she stripped off her tee, her only item of clothing, wiped sweat from her face and under her arms, and sat down next to Jasmine. Jasmine used the big toe on her right foot to set the fan swiveling back and forth.

Magnolia said, “Thanks, hon, feels good.” She helped herself to a cup of chicory and sighed, “I woke up this morning, me, and my pussy was sopping wet.”

“Sweet dreams?”

Magnolia snorted, “Sweet fingers, more likely. I think it was probably Hawk, sneaking in, playing with me.” Frown, “No, it was Hawk all right, no probable to it. Hank wouldn’t dare.”

“Aw, hon.” Then, “Well, better you than the girls.”

“I jess don’ want Hawk finger-fucking me, that could lead to some serious trouble, Sabine finds out.” Typical Magnolia, less worried about getting fingered in her sleep than of her youngest child finding out.

“I know, chère, I know. You don’ want that girl upset with you. But handjobs was never gonna be enough, not for two horny teenagers. Or at least not for Hawk. I mean, fuck, look at you, you got the body of a teenager yourself. ‘Cept for a few stretch marks.”

Magnolia perked up a little, “Yeah, I do look okay. But still.”

“You gonna tell Sabine? Bout your pussy?”

Sigh, “God no! No telling what that girl do to me.” She looked down at the kitchen floor, embarrassed, yet somehow proud of Sabine at the same time. She looked shyly at her friend, “Sabine found out, somehow, that I give the Trahan brothers a blowjob? Out behind the Bayou Bar? While she was in school?”

Jasmine hid her amusement, “All three of them?”

“Acourse, it wouldn’t be proper, jess do one or two.”

“So what did Sabine do?”

“Sent the other kids out on chores. Made me strip, got one of Henri’s old belts and spanked the fuck out of me.”

Jasmine burst out laughing, couldn’t help it, “Show me.”

Magnolia stood, and showed her her butt. Jasmine leaned forward, “I kin just barely see any marks. She musta held back, Sabine. Still, good thing you so tan.”

“Sabine made me wear shorts, four days. She didn’t want Hawk to see, no ma’am.”

“Aren’t you supposed to wear shorts or at least panties?”

The young mother blushed; that told Jasmine all she needed to know. Magnolia must be disobeying Sabine and flashing Hawk when she got him alone. She was like a mischievous little girl at times. Magnolia tried to wriggle out, “Oh, Sabine ain’t so strict, the weather like this.”

Jasmine let the little fib go; she knew Sabine insisted her mother keep her pussy covered when Hawk was home. The Babineaux household presented a fascinating family dynamic. Hank was the oldest, then the twins, followed by Hawk, then Sabine.

Left unsaid, both women knew that Magnolia should have told her youngest daughter about getting finger-fucked. Magnolia was expected to be open and honest with her. Mentally, Jasmine shrugged; she wouldn’t say anything — Magnolia felt guilty enough when she didn’t do as she was told.

The two friends sat placidly, listening to Cajun music on WZYD, sweltering, sipping chicory. Pretty soon, they heard a Jon boat and Fleur Mouton came in, carrying a small container of turkey gumbo. Which joined the eggs in the icebox. That morning she was wearing only a ragged pair of blue cotton panties. She’d never needed a bra for her flat chest, and stayed topless for most of the warm season.

Jasmine poured her a cup of chicory, “One of Magnolia’s boys snuck in and finger-fucked her last night.”

Fleur said, “Hawk?”

Magnolia sighed, “Of course. Hank wouldn’t dare, not with Sabine in the house.” She thought about it, “Not even when she wasn’t in the house. Hank don’ cross that little girl, no ma’am.”

Jasmine, “Hawk ain’t gonna stop there, no. Not Hawk.”

A larger sigh, “I know.”

The three friends talked lazily, moving from topic to topic, but always circling back to Magnolia’s problem. Fleur said, “You could come sleep by my house, Magnolia.”

Fantasy talk. That would leave her three daughters alone with Hawk. And the twins would be vulnerable if Sabine stepped out.

They heard another boat. Jasmine said, “I know that engine — it’s Tee-Joe, come to mend my trotline.” Neither Jasmine nor Magnolia made a move to get dressed; it was just too fucking hot.

The 60-year old man — a little bent over, knobby wrists, and white whiskers — wiped his feet and took off his straw fedora before coming in. “Good morning, Miss Jasmine, Miss Magnolia, Miss Fleur.”

Jasmine rose and padded over to the ice box, “Here’s a thermos of sweet tea, and a couple of shrimp po’ boys, Tee-Joe. I sure do appreciate the help.”

After he left, Fleur looked at her friend, “Magnolia, are you sure it was his fingers, Hawk?”

“Oh God.” Then she relaxed, looking reflective, “There wasn’t any cum, I’m sure of that.”

“What about on your tummy? Or sheets?”

“Oh God.”

Jasmine patted her friend’s hand, “Hon, you better start blowing Hawk, at least at bedtime.”

“Sabine tole me not to. Not yet. She said to jack him off more often.”

“Babe.”

“I know, I know. The way he looks at me.”

Fleur spoke softly, “You ain’t gonna be the only Cajun mama sucking one of her boys off.”

“I know, I know. I’d just hoped ... well, it don’t fucking matter what I hoped, does it?”

Jasmine, “You make Hawk promise on a Bible to leave your pussy alone.”

“Think that’ll work?”

“Maybe. For a while.”

Fleur, “How ‘bout this? You tell them boys if they suck each other off, you’ll blow ‘em come bedtime?”

“Think that’ll work?”

“Maybe. Couldn’t hurt to try. Get Sabine on your side, they listen to her, even Hawk. Sometimes.”

Jasmine, genuinely curious, said, “Fleur, how did Celine get her boys to start sucking cock? Any idea?”

Fleur nodded, “You know how Theriot’s Drugstore donates all their unsold porn to our little school down here?”

“Yeah, Elsie Theriot clips off the title and she gets a refund. Then Rémy or someone from town delivers the magazines to Jonny LeBlank.” The one-legged schoolteacher. Whose only compensation was a morning hummer from one of the mothers or one of the students.

Fleur, “Celine, she’s so smart. One day she done gathered up all them magazines that showed little boys sucking cock and took ‘em home.”

“And her boys...”

“Liked the idea, tried it out, liked it even more. Celine, last week, maybe Tuesday, invited me and Dee-Dee over for a catfish fry an’ cold beer. Them three boys jess suck each other off, when the mood hits ‘em. Celine is so proud, them three.”

Jasmine, “I heard they give each other hummers at school too.”

“Oh, sure, why not?”

Jasmine, “Magnolia, you ought to try it, bring your boys some good ole porno. For inspiration.”

Fleur, “An’ try an’ get Sabine on your side.”

Magnolia, “I guess. I mean, I don’ mind jerking them off, I am their mama, you know.” She frowned, looking off into the distance, “But you’re right, if Hawk is finger-fucking me, I gotta do something, cut that boy off at the pass.”

Fleur, “Does he sleep with you, some nights?”

Magnolia blushed, just a little, “He ain’t supposed to. But if he wakes up, middle of the night with a hard-on, he knows I’ll jack him off. So he sneaks past Sabine, wakes me up. Then he goes back to bed.”

Jasmine smiled kindly, “Every night?”

More coloring, “Oh, sometimes he jess falls asleep. But it’s innocent like. I kick him out of bed early in the morning, ‘fore Sabine wakes up.”

Fleur, “Hon, you don’ wan’ Sabine catching you in bed with Hawk, no ma’am.”

Jasmine and Fleur pictured the scene. In hot weather almost everyone slept in the nude. A horny teenage boy sneaks into bed with a hardbodied naked woman ... And, both women suspected that Hawk was sleeping with her more often than she was letting on. Magnolia just didn’t have that much willpower, never had. Oh, well, none of their business.

Magnolia sighed, rose from the table, thanked Jasmine for the visit, and walked down the steps to her Joh boat. Time to start the day.

Jasmine picked up Magnolia’s tee, and tossed it in her laundry basket.

Fleur said, “That Hawk, he’s a wild one. Polite as sugar on syrup, but he’s hot after Magnolia.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, me, if he did fuck her last night.”

“At least he pulled out.”

Jasmine said, “Fleur, let’s me an’ you swing by Celine’s after school is out. Maybe she has some ideas for Magnolia, for Hawk.”

“Okay, good.”

Yes, Denise Aubert was fully aware of the irony that Saturday morning. Here she was, giving her son a ride to Miss Kitty’s. Where he would watch her strip and mess around with Gigi. Bad enough for him to be in the audience, but for her to drive him there ... oh well.

It was Denise’s second time in the dressing room. Well, her second time before going on stage. Gigi? She’d put on hundreds of shows. And, she could read Denise’s edginess quite easily. The poor woman was a bundle of nerves.

They stood there naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Gigi stood behind Denise, brushing out her hair. They could hear the laughter and catcalls as the boys filtered into the room next door. Bursts of music as Evelyn tested the sound system.

Gigi put down her brush and started massaging Denise’s tensed up shoulders. “Hon?”

“Yeah.”

“Kate tole me to make you cum. And keep you cumming.”

“Oh?”

“So don’ worry ‘bout dancing, the steps, the music. You jess give yourself over to me. Let me do all the work.”

Denise felt tears of gratitude building, “That is so sweet.”

“First thing, I’ll take your bra off. That’s all them boys will see.”

Denise nodded as Gigi played with her nipples. “I’ll suck these puppies for a little while, you jess relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Oh.”

Gigi was operating on instinct; understanding that spelling everything out should help her partner get through the number. “Then I slip your thong off.”

Denise nodded.

“Kate wants me to parade you around — you’re the hottest girl she’s got.”

“Really?”

“Hon, look at yourself. You belong on Broadway, Hollywood, someplace.”

Denise stood a little straighter.

“I’ll finger fuck you, all four sides of the stage. Kate wants ‘em to see you cum, all of ‘em.”

Denise nodded faintly.

“Then at the end, you lie down on your back.”

“On the floor?”

“Yes ma’am. You jess close your eyes and let me do all the work. Don’ fight it, I been licking pussy all my life. Practically. You jess let yourself cum.”

Gigi continued massaging her shoulders; Denise had her eyes closed as she listened. “I’m gonna make you cum and cum and cum.” She kissed Denise on the shoulder and whispered, “Like you never cum before.”

“Oh.”

“It’s okay, you beg me to stop, that happens sometimes.” She reached down and caressed Denise’s pussy. Eased a fingertip in. “Jess leave everything to me. Your only job is to is to...?”

Denise thrust her hips toward Gigi’s hand and whispered, “Cum.”

“And cum and cum and cum.”

In addition to the ever-popular Peep Show at John Lee Hooker Middle School, there was a fascinating program at Sausalito High. It had begun in the post-war 1940s when relief from the fighting was joined by confidence in the future. Returning soldiers were entering college on the GI Bill, buying their first home through government loans. And the country was feeling, was anticipating, some degree of prosperity.

The person who originated the nude photography program at Sausalito High has been lost to the mists of history. But the school board resolution — passed unanimously in 1947 — is in the record.

“In order to gauge the rate of and severity of rickets, scoliosis, and lordosis, every entering freshman at Sausalito High will be photographed in the nude. Posture and body shape will be studied for links to intelligence.”

The program had been going on, unchallenged for over 70 years. No one thought to question the practice — students, their parents, their grandparents had all posed. Front, left profile, rear, right profile. It was simply the way it was done.

Then Marie began turning Sausalito over to Eulalie. Who quickly joined the digital revolution. When the art teacher — Cloris LaTour, who had taken the photos for over 30 years — retired, Eulalie assigned Ray-Ray Fontenot to take over the project. “Keep shooting the stills, but also a short video of each of them.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She didn’t have anything specific in mind; she just liked the idea of eventually having naked tapes of just about everyone in town.

No one, not one single person thought to question the new policy. And not just because it came from Eulalie Guidry. Placing naked freshmen in front of a camera was settled law.

Kate Broussard asked for, and was granted permission to review the tapes of the incoming freshmen girls. She was building a file of potential dancers. Interestingly, she looked more for personality, for verve, than for physical attractiveness. The list of applicants was long enough to assure her of a steady supply of hardbodied young women. But Kate knew that her best girls had more than sex appeal going for them. Men sensed a lively spirit, a naughty manner, a twinkle in the eye.

So the program evolved from stilted black and white shots to full-color videos featuring live interviews. And, everyone knew that Kate perused those tapes looking for future hires. Because a Miss Kitty’s dancer was now one of the most aspirational jobs in the blue-color town, many mothers coached and prepped their daughters for the shoot.

A fresh haircut, nipple rouge, a full Brazilian ... the more competitive the mother, the more work she had done on her daughter.

Ray-Ray was steadily building a video library for Eulalie. Ain’t no secrets, Sausalito.

It was now 101 degrees in the Cajun Bayous. Jasmine Doucet drove her boat over to the Moutons and picked up Fleur. Jasmine wore only a bleached-out cotton teeshirt; Fleur only blue panties. Both women were barefoot.

It was a long, long ride out to the furthest southern boundary of the Cajun Bayous. Jasmine docked at Celine Boudreaux’s pier, and they started up the stairs. They could hear tinny Cajun music — WZYD — on the kitchen radio. The three Boudreaux boys were naked, sitting cross-legged on the deck, mending a large fishing net.

Jasmine assumed the boys had names, but everyone simply called them the Boudreaux boys. They were inseparable, always with their mother except on those days when she didn’t take them out on the Gulf and they went to school.

“Hello Miss Doucet.” Hello Miss Mouton.”

Celine, in the kitchen, also nude, welcomed them with a big smile. She casually picked up some panties from the floor and started to slip them on. Then she shrugged and tossed them on her kitchen counter. “I wasn’t expecting company, me, but you’re most welcome. I jess made some sweet tea.”

Jasmine handed her two jars, “Strawberry preserves.”

“Thank you ma’am, much obliged.”

The three women sat at the rickety kitchen table, sweating, visiting amiably.

Then Jasmine got to it, “Chère, Magnolia Babineaux’s boys gettin’ to be that age.”

Celine nodded, “Hawk.”

Fleur nodded, “Yeah, Hawk. Snuck into her bed late last night.”

Celine frowned, “He fuck her?”

“We ain’t sure. She woke up, her pussy all wet.”

“I thought that little Sabine had him under control. She pretty much runs them two boys. The whole house, really.” She looked off into the distance, “Although that Hawk...”

Jasmine, “Magnolia was wondering, and we was too ... she’d like some way to get her boys to ... take care of each other.”

Celine giggled, “Suck each other off, like my guys.” She stood, “Follow me, ladies.”

She led them back to the boys’ room — one bed that would be snug for three of them. The walls were covered with boy-on-boy porn — jacking each other off, sucking each other, fucking each other.

Then she took them into her bedroom — same story — boy-porn tacked up on every wall. Same with the tiny bathroom. Celine said, “First thing they see ever’ mornin’, last thing at night. After dinner, I go through the new magazines with ‘em — we talk and talk. I got it wired into their brain cells, me.”

Back in the kitchen, Celine pointed to the side. There was a pile of porn magazines on the counter, and she said, “I’m fixin’ to clip these and tape ‘em up all around the kitchen. I want them seeing cocksucking everywhere they look.”