Chapter 213: Darlene Pellerin, 15, expanding...

Those Horny Moms had gotten used to having a second boy to jump in after the first one climaxed. Mary Lindell’s text about her all-time record got many of them thinking — God, four! The idea itself was deliciously naughty and would, in fact, be an all-time record for most of them too.

Whether they realized it or not, a large part of their enjoyment was mental. Yes, they were physically aroused. And usually enjoyed at least one orgasm. But looking at, and then realizing, they could enjoy all four boys — well that stirred something deep inside.

Like Lisa Doucet when she knocked on Denise Auber’s door, each Horny Mom never knew quite what to expect when she entered a motel room. Usually it was two boys, but sometimes more. Sometimes a girl for variety. But sharing a room with another mom — that deepened the mystery even more.

Since some of the mothers of all those teenage boys, and a handful of girls, worked for Kate, they often gave their kids a ride to the motel. They were proud of their boys. And knew their availability pleased Darlene.

After six months, Darlene had dozens and dozens of Horny Moms signed into the program. Most of them just made a motel trip two or three or four times a year. Others were weekly visitors. In actuality, not all of them were mothers. Darlene relaxed her requirements, figuring it was worth it to have more wives on hidden fuck-tapes, whether they had children yet or not.

Then she began casting a wider net. She had 8 teachers at the middle school, and 7 at the high school, who also danced at Miss Kitty’s. She had them spread the word to the new guys, “Free pussy — just see Darlene Pellerin.”

Since most of the mothers wanted to go to the Cajun Arms while their own kids were in school, Darlene had to negotiate permission for the teenage boys to be able to do make-up assignments for the classes they missed.

There were hundreds of details in the Horny Moms ballet, but Darlene sailed through challenge after challenge. Never let ‘em see you sweat.

Eventually, Darlene had enough boys to start customizing the matchups. Suddenly when a mother opened that motel room door, she would be met by a neighbor’s boy. Or by her son’s friends. Or both.

But, what were they going to do? They’d entered the room and seen Johnny — naked and erect. He’d seen her. He knew why she was there. And she knew why she was there.

At the beginning of Darlene’s matchup program, Kate sent the Barbie Josset film clip to Eulalie, who liked to keep up with the changes in her old hometown. The tape showed Barbie and Ella Guilot entering one of the motel rooms. It had become common for the women who were going to the same room to carpool to the Cajun Arms.

Two naked boys — smiling and erect — welcomed them politely, “Hi Mrs. Josset.” “Mrs. Guilot.”

Barbie vaguely recognized them from around town. But when they closed the door, her hand flew to her mouth, “Oh no!”

The other two boys.

Ronnie Pitrie lived right next door. She had known him all of his life. Even worse — Mattie Dugas — her son’s best friend since kindergarten. He and Tee-Bob were inseparable. She had fed them countless times — after school, weekends, sleepovers.

Barbie was deep red, her cheeks burning. The slightly chubby 38-year-old had gotten so comfortable with her motel trysts — and now this.

The first two boys —their names hadn’t even registered — were following Darlene’s instructions. They tugged at the hem of Barbie’s tee, and she automatically raised her arms. They had her bra off and were sucking her nipples before she had even sat down on the bed.

She stared, “Matthew — you can’t say a word. You gotta promise.”

He smiled kindly, “I already promised Darlene.” He didn’t divulge the nature of that promise.

She turned her head, “You too, Ronald.”