Chapter 214: Tee-Bob Josset, 14, the ambush...

As Kate had predicted, the awkward stage for most of the Horny Moms lasted only two or three sessions. Once a couple of Junior’s best friends had fucked her — well, it no longer mattered much, did it?

“Hi there, Mrs. Mouton.”

She sent his erection swaying and began unbuttoning her blouse, “Hello, Tee-Jimmy — how’s your sweet mama these days?”

The next time Tee-Jimmy came home with Junior, there was no smirking, no winks. Tee-Jimmy was one of Mrs. Mouton’s regular fuck-buddies now. Of course. Tee-Jimmy, like all of Darlene’s boys, followed her instructions and told Junior all about his mother. What she looked like naked, what she liked most in bed, how hard she would cum.

For Barbie Josset, there was a more lasting outcome. The morning after he had first fucked her, Mattie Dugas skipped first period and waited until his buddy, Tee-Bob had left for the school bus.

Mattie knocked on her back door. Barbie opened it, she gasped and took a step back in her kitchen, “What!”

He just stood there, smiling.

She felt her cheeks warming and her heart rate accelerate. “Mattie, what ... you can’t ... I mean it isn’t ... well, come in, I guess.”

A minute later they were deep-kissing. He untied her robe. She sighed and led him back to her bed. Her marital bed. Where she and her husband had just fucked a few hours earlier.

As Mattie entered her, Barbie felt a delicious shiver — this was naughty. This was bad. This was obscene. His middle finger sought out her clit.

“A little firmer. More. Jess like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Now Mattie regularly skipped first period and came knocking at her back door. Barbie rationalized. Since he had fucked her at the Cajun Arms, did it make any real difference where it happened next?

No, it did not.

Then one morning, Mattie brought Ronnie Pitrie with him. Barbie opened the back door in the nude. She said, “Oh!”

Both boys smiled at her. “Well, come in, come in.”

Did it make any real difference? Whether it was one boy or two?

No, she decided, it did not. The next day, and almost every school day after that, she enjoyed a double-dose of teenage cock.

Barbie told Ella, “It’s jess a wonderful way to start my morning. Then I give them a ride to school.”

“What about their mothers?”

“Oh, they know. I mean Ronnie is right next door. And Mattie practically lives with us.”

Of course she and Ella continued to be regulars at the Cajun Arms. Barbie now enjoyed the uncertainty of opening that motel room door. She never knew who nor how many would be there, waiting to fuck her.

Her only sort-of concern involved her own son, Tee-Bob. Had Mattie really been able to keep his promise and not tell his best friend about her? She certainly hoped so, but knowing teenagers, doubted it.

At least Tee-Bob didn’t exhibit any signs of complicity. He didn’t smirk, nor wink knowingly. He didn’t drop any sly hints. Just acted normally — which is to say his behavior ranged from impossible to sweet.

Mattie Dugas — and Barbie could read the signs — was falling for her. The way he looked longingly at her. Deep sighs. Overly courteous manners. Sometimes — not very often — she let him spend the entire school day with her.

Her initial concern — that their grades might drop — soon dissipated. Mattie was a bright boy, surprisingly conscientious about school. Ronnie was not that good of a student, so she usually sent him off after their first romp. She let him have her first, because Mattie could do her several more times.

Like a dog marking his territory, Mattie reveled in fucking Barbie in every room in her house. He was in teenage heaven. And Barbie was getting more sex than ever.

As were most of the other Horny Moms.

They didn’t have a couple of boys making house calls like Barbie did, but they had gotten used to enjoying all that teenage cock, Darlene began instituting more adjustments. For those who wouldn’t go the motel, she gave her two schedulers new instructions.

“Hello, this is Mrs. Boulet — I’d like to schedule an appointment for Tuesday morning at 9.”

“That’s fine, Mrs. Boulet, but we have a new policy. You have a choice now — you can either meet the boys at the Cajun Arms or Ray-Ray Fontenot will stop by your house to shoot a video for Darlene’s Private Files.”

That was a stunner to most of these moms. But, by this time, they were so used to that hour or so of pleasure that all but a handful of them rationalized away their concerns and adjusted to their new realities.

They were fully aware of all the Bayou fuck tapes making the rounds — and usually knew some of those women. Plus, the word ‘private’ gave them some comfort. And Ray-Ray was a professional after all.

Or, they simply joined the majority of Horny Moms and started going to the motel.

When they began spreading the word with the other holdouts that the sky hadn’t fallen, it encouraged more of those moms to set aside their own reservations and get back in the game.

Then Darlene made yet another policy change. She added a fifth boy for each set of two women to enjoy. He was also her cameraman. There was the expected hue and cry — but anyone who objected was simply told, “It’s for Darlene’s Private Files.”

The filming soon became just part of the routine. Oh, some of the Horny Moms spent a little more time on makeup, on their hair. But after the second or third time, the videos began to seem just natural

Then Darlene asked Ray-Ray to create a special video for her. Lord knew, he had plenty of raw material.

He edited the films so that it showed only the face of each Horny Mom as she climaxed. It was mesmerizing — thousands of viewer-clicks on the first day he posted it on the Miss-Kitty website:

Horny Moms Cum!

Since it showed only their faces, there was almost no negative reaction from the starlets. Particularly since Ray-Ray worked his editorial magic with the Artificial Intelligence to make each girl as attractive as possible.

Ever pushing the envelope, Kate and Darlene intended to up the stakes some more. Recruit the sons of the Horny Moms. Add as many as possible to Darlene’s current stable of teenage studs. Or, wannabe studs.

She would take her time, but eventually a Horny Mom would enter a room at the Cajun Arms and find that her own son — naked and erect — would be one of the five boys waiting for her.

Darlene told Kate, “I know they won’t mess around with their own kid.”

“But it’s still a huge step to have him in the room while she’s getting boned. Huge.”

Darlene went through her library of Horny Mom tapes — studying each woman. Trying to decide who would be the subject of her first experiment. She narrowed it down to the three mothers that she felt were the most likely not to storm out when they saw their son. And decided — with Ray-Ray’s acquiescence — to target Barbie Josset. She stood out because she was letting her son’s closest friend — Mattie Dugas fuck her on a regular basis. And, usually her next-door neighbor, Ronnie Pitrie, also joined in.

Plus, Darlene was aware that Barbie’s son, Tee-Bob, knew all about the affair and the Cajun Arms trysts. In addition, Mattie showed him the videos of all the boys doing his mom. While Barbie didn’t know-know for sure, she had to have her suspicions. Ain’t no secrets, Sausalito.

Darlene decided to add Tee-Bob to the motel contingent when Mattie and Ronnie were also there. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it might make it more difficult for Barbie to bolt. A minor touch, but it just might help.

And, Darlene wanted that initial encounter to be a success because Barbie was only the first mom who would be put through the experiment.

How did Darlene define success? If Barbie stayed in the room while Tee-Bob was watching her get fucked. As simple as that. Darlene had no illusions that the woman would become so overcome by passion that she would fool around with her son.

Nope, if she just didn’t freak out and run away.

As Barbie and Ella climbed the stairs to the second level, Ella said, “I love this — not knowing who’s gonna be behind the door.”

Barbie giggled, “Me too.”

It was Mattie and Ronnie, plus the same two boys who had been there the first time Barbie saw her son’s friends. As she undressed, she asked cheerfully, “Where’s your camera boy?”