Chapter 115: Darlene Pellerin, 15, the Chart...

Following Mindy Benoit’s interview on Shannon Says, the chatter about the Son-Fucker Scale gained wider currency. That didn’t mean that more mothers were moving themselves closer to the 10-end of the chart. It was just that more and more moms were talking about the scale itself. Often in a joking way.

“Where are you this morning, Monica?”

“Oh, maybe a 2 — if I’m feeling generous. The little fucker sassed me at breakfast.”

But the radio interview had served one of Kate’s purposes: more and more women were openly discussing the possibility — no matter how remote — of fucking their sons.

Several teachers — and not just the ones whom Kate had enlisted in her cause — brought the subject up in various classrooms. They would ask individual boys what they thought their chances were of scoring their moms.

At first there was a lot of giggling and teasing. But then ‘Harry’ Hebert put up a chart listing each boy and his estimate. Suddenly, the concept began seeming even more real.

Most boys rated their chances at around 4 or 5. A few glum ones gave themselves a 1 or a 2. Harry was interested in the most optimistic lads — 7 or above. She gave those names to Darlene. Who passed them on to Carole.

The individual numbers were guesstimates at best. Unreliable in a scientific way. But they still could be indicative of potential. Darlene would be keeping an eye on certain mothers.

Since Harry’s chart captured the attention of easily-distracted students, other teachers took up the open-grading system as well.

A few years earlier, this would have been a major scandal involving significant teacher disciplines — perhaps even the loss of a job. But now, many of the mothers checked out the Son-Fucking Chart on a regular basis. They were curious how their own boys had rated their chances. But also how their friends and neighbors were perceived.

The Son-Fucking Scale that Shannon Trudeau had casually mentioned to Mindy Benoit now had legs. Shannon — media-savvy in a small-town way — began running a weekly S-F Chart in the Sausalito Chronicle.

She listed the top ten mothers — those deemed most likely to do the deed. It quickly became the first article that most readers turned to every Friday. Initial embarrassment or hesitation quickly gave way to an oblique sense of pride.

If you made the Top Ten, you were considered daring, cutting edge, hot. Like working at Miss Kitty’s, being on the S-F list became aspirational. Which led to some of the competitive mothers becoming openly flirty with their male offspring.

“My pussy needs a touch-up — I’m off to Wendy’s. Heat up that gumbo.”

“I woke up so fucking horny this morning.”

And, in in some cases, it led to more revealing moments:

“Hon, can you see my nips through this top?”

“Do you think this thong shows more than my bikini bottoms? I mean, my pussy is still covered, right?”

After three weeks, Shannon changed the column headline from S-F Chart to Son-Fuckers Chart. Three people cancelled their subscriptions, but newsstand sales jumped more than 15% on Fridays.

Son-Fucking — the concept — had gone mainstream.

But that Chronicle chart was merely a mild precursor to the idea that Eulalie Guidry would come up with.