Chapter 116: Barbara Dubois, 44, Grandmother...

It was a young mother named Sandy DuBois, 28, who came up with the idea that reinvigorated the Son-Fucker Project in the Cajun Bayous. And, by ripple effect, in Sausalito as well. Sandy was typical of the Cajun women down there. She was hardworking, non-complaining, and imminently pragmatic about life in general.

She was, by consensus, one of the most striking, sexiest girls in all of the bayous. She wasn’t quite in Slim’s class, but who was? She had suitors panting after her from an early age. Boys and men. Then she got knocked up — of course it was Francis LeBlank. He was a good-looking devil and one of the most notorious pussy hounds around.

She had married young and had three baby boys — boom, boom, boom. She soon realized that Francis was still the same pussy-crazy guy — chasing after anything with a slit between her thighs. Sandy told her mother, Barbara, “It’s lucky I didn’t have girls, me.”

Barbara nodded in agreement — Francis was unrelenting. He’d been fucking Barbara since he was a young teenager. And continued to do her during his courtship and marriage to Sandy.

And, Sandy was fine with that — her mother had a strong sex drive and had been fucking the man long before he nailed her daughter. Besides, it was handy for both Barbara and Francis. She had her own bed, but it was in the newlywed’s bedroom. Houses were small down in the bayous. The boys had one room — Sandy and Barbara and Francis the other.

Most nights it wasn’t a question of whether he would fuck both of them — just who would he fall asleep with after his second tumble. Sandy had not only known it would be that way before Francis married her — she was actually relieved to have a second outlet for her randy husband.

But then he began not coming home for days, sometimes a couple of weeks at a time. This annoyed Sandy to the point where she finally kicked him out soon after her third child was born. Her boys were now 14, 15, and 16.

Barbara had tried to argue with her daughter, “Hon, that’s jess his nature — may as well try to stop the tide coming in, twice a day.”

Sandy was sympathetic — she loved her mother. She smiled, “Mama, I know you love getting fucked, but it’s humiliating to me.” They left it at that, and turned to the more immediate problem — the three boys.

Even by the generous standards of the bayous, the DuBois Boys were legendary in their horniness. They weren’t erect 24/7, but it sure seemed that way. Sandy was the first in her group of friends to start masturbating her sons. Which, not only was no surprise to anyone, but seemed practical — even natural. Those bayou women were fully aware of the situation every time they came to visit. The DuBois Boys were constantly trying to grope them, hump up against them, jerk off on them.

While the boys’ constant randiness was notable — and often a little annoying — no one blamed Sandy for it. Life in the bayous was hard, and her sons were just one more challenge in the daily struggle.

In fact, the community accepted them as they were — you can’t fight Mother Nature. Sandy’s mother, Barbara, literally, lent a hand several times a day. Which, to the community, seemed just as natural as Sandy’s own daily masturbation duties.

Even before the record-busting heat wave, the DuBois Boys refused to wear any clothes at all. Sandy and Barbara didn’t fight it — they had more important tasks to do than worry about some silly proprieties. Besides, they were masturbating the boys so many times a day that underwear seemed silly.

The boys had names, of course, but no one — not even their mother and grandmother — bothered with them. They were simply the Dubois Boys — interchangeable, and almost always erect.

Once they learned about blowjobs — well, neither Sandy nor her mother offered even token resistance. The boys’ need to cum was incessant, and Sandy and Barbara could get them off faster with their mouths than hands.