Chapter 226: Darlene Pellerin, 15, Good, Good, Good...

Mary Lindell had inadvertently started a fad that captivated teenagers throughout Sausalito. She had made an offhand comment, which Mattie instantly recognized as a potential project for Darlene Pellerin.

Mattie was smart — good at school stuff. But he was also observant — he paid attention.

When he arrived at Contrary Mary’s, Darlene invited him to the private room. She was interviewing a young Cajun mother, Sally Boulet. Her daughter, Patricia had recently turned 14. And Sally was keen to have Darlene hire her as a waitress.

Mattie had heard the stories about what these stage mothers were willing to do — were eager to do — to please Darlene and Ray-Ray. But Mattie had never dreamed he would get to watch Darlene in action.

Mrs. Boulet was a little chubby, but still radiated health and sensuality. It was partly her mischievous smile, but also her sultry attitude. This was clearly a woman who enjoyed sex.

Darlene smiled kindly, “Undress, honey.”

“Acourse, acourse.” Even though Sally herself had little or nothing to do with her daughter’s qualifications, everyone knew the drill. She stood there for Darlene’s inspection — comfortable in her nudity.

Sally had a typical dark, Cajun coloring with paler skin where her bikini had been. Larger breasts than most of her friends — and her erect nipples indicated she was already a little turned on by the scrutiny.

‘Is Patricia’s pussy bald like yours?”

“Yes ma’am — we both go to Wendy’s regular.”

“Is she still a virgin?”

“Yes ma’am.” Unlike many ambitious mothers, Sally didn’t apologize.

“What about sucking cock?”

“Acourse — I tried to raise her right.”

Then Darlene startled Mattie, “You want some pussy?”

“Huh? I mean sure, acourse.”

“Sally, when will be a good time for Mattie to stop by?”

She took the question literally, not at all surprised, let alone upset. “Oh, gosh, lemme think? Uh, Carl will leave around 5 in the morning, so anytime after that?”

“What about Patricia?”

“Uh, you want her there or not, Miss Darlene? She’s kinda hard to wake up, mornings.”

When the arrangements were agreed to, Darlene winked at Mattie, “Take your girlfriend with you.”

“Sure, Barbie’s a good sport.”

“Sally, did you bring me any nude photos of your girl?”

The woman looked startled at the question, “Acourse — in her bedroom an’ out in back.”

Patricia was a little stunner — nice, easy smile, largish breasts, a similar bald pussy. Sally had been wise enough not to take any blatant beaver shots.

Darlene was favorably impressed, “Very nice, Sally. I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, ma’am, thank you.”

Although Mattie and Darlene were about the same age, her experience made Mattie feel like she was the adult in the room. Even though he had somehow gained control over Barbie, Darlene ran Contrary Mary’s, the Motel Girls, and the Horny Moms program. In addition she was a prime mover behind all the city girls going down to the Cajun Bayous for sex.

After Sally left, she smiled at him, “Okay, what you got?”

“That new Yankee girl — Mary Lindell? She called me — wanted to get together with Barbie. The two of them had shared a bed at the Cajun Arms.”

Darlene smiled again, “Of course you gave her to Mary.”

“Acourse. Anyway, Mary said that when she was in middle school, she started a Snowball Club.”

“Bingo!” Darlene got it right away.

“I thought you might like it.”

“I love it, Mattie — I can do a lot with this. Let’s see — I’ll limit it to 14-year-olds only. But I’ll lobby Eulalie to let me drop the age limit down to 10.”

Mattie nodded in agreement, “It’s only sucking cock. They can keep their cherries.”

“Yeah but I still have to get permission. Anyway, the Snowball Club. I see it as a cool fad, but also a contest.”

“Who does the most cum-swapping?”

Darlene looked thoughtful, “Yeah, that, but ... that’s too simple. Help me out here — extra points if it’s on video.”

“You an’ Kate like moms getting involved. How about extra points if it’s a mom who shoots the video?”

“Yes! Let me think. It can be the mother of one of the girls or the boy, either one.”

Mattie had obviously been thinking about the Club, “What about if it’s open to boys too?”

“Good thinking! Okay, I see this sort of like the Sexiest Mom in Town contest. We’ll have Shannon cover it in the paper and her radio show. And then have the Top Ten up on stage in the John Lee auditorium.”

“You could have prize — you know, like the Cum Bracelets an’ all those charms.”

“Good, good, good.”