Chapter 243: Wanda Lebeau, 36, “Cunts rule.”...

Darlene watched the 30-second clip of Rita Marant and Teddy that Mattie had edited himself. When she saw the scene where Rita mounted the boy and said, “I know you wanna see my face while I fuck my son,” Darlene smiled with satisfaction. “Well done.”

“Thank you.”

“What are you gonna do with her?”

“She’s ready for Miss Kitty’s.”

“You sure? You don’t have to run her through the bayous or the motel?”

“No ma’am — she does what I tell her.”

Darlene looked at Mattie for several seconds, then smiled again. She handed him five one-hundred dollar bills and said, “There’s another five when she fucks him on stage.”

“Thank you. What should I do with her then? She’s getting kind of clingy.”

Darlene shrugged, “That’s up to you. She’s your pussy now.”

Mattie thought, Well, Barbie likes Rita a lot. I guess I could give her to Barbie.

Darlene and Mattie went on to discuss the two other motel ambushes he’d staged. Unfortunately, Nancy Livois’s son had coughed before he could fuck her, and she somehow recognized the sound. She ripped off her blindfold, and was furious.

An abject failure.

Suzanne Sonnier was a happy surprise. When Mattie slid her blindfold off, she was momentarily shocked at the sight of her son, Sean fucking her. Then she startled everyone in the room by laughing. She wasn’t hysterical — she just found her situation to be hilarious.

But by then, the word was out among the Horny Moms — don’t let ‘em blindfold you unless you were prepared to be fucked by your own son.

So, Darlene had to come up with a new strategy. The blindfold game was immensely popular with the girls. There was something deliciously naughty in not knowing — in not even seeing — the boys who were doing you.

She sent out another group text:

The Blindfold Game will continue by popular demand. However, there is only a one-in-fifty chance that your son will be in the room with you.

That was it — no cajoling, no pressuring, no pleading. If you wanted to play, the choice was up to you.

Darlene told Kate, “I got more moms than ever. They love being blindfolded, and figure the odds are in their favor.”

Kate, who knew her pussy well, said, “I would bet that having that one-in-fifty odds, that little bit of uncertainty, adds to their excitement.”

And, in fact, the Blindfold Game, became a sort of rite of passage for the Horny Moms. Most of them loved the game anyway, and the early braver ones spread the gospel.

“Are you playing?”

“Fuck yes! Five boys, and I don’t have any idea who they are — I’m moteling it more than ever!”

“But what if it’s six?”

Shrug, “Odds are still way in my favor. I mean, one-in-fifty — come on.”

Of course, Darlene had no intention of maintaining those odds. She had turned the Blindfold Game over to Mattie, and the two of them went through the Horny Moms list carefully. Mattie would select the girls least likely to freak out. If Darlene signed off on one of them, then she would be the next Son-Fucker.

At first, Mattie kept it down to one girl every month or so. But since each of them had volunteered to play the game, knowing the possible consequences, there was almost no outrageously negative reaction when he removed the blindfold.

And, with each successive conquest, the collective shock diminished. Although a lot of the girls did stop playing by the time the third or fourth mother had gone through the process.

However, the ones who continued playing were more aware of the possibility than ever. By the six-month anniversary of the Blindfold Game, he had over 50 Horny Moms who weren’t exactly hoping their sons would end up in the room, but were still playing the game at least once a month.

It was like Russian Roulette. Every time someone put a blindfold on you, there was that delicious shiver of uncertainty.

Then Mattie started pairing them up — blindfolding both girls at the same time. One morning, he created the pinnacle event, which became one of the most-viewed videos ever. Two girls, two blindfolds removed simultaneously, two boys fucking their mothers.

Then Mattie went a month, two months, three, without any incestuous hookups. The Horny Moms had been keeping track, and were puzzled by the dearth. They didn’t openly admit their own personal disappointment — they couched it in terms of, “I sure miss seeing those girls getting surprised.”

The entire town now knew that every Horny Mom who played the Blindfold Game was saying, in essence, “Yeah, if my number comes up, I’ll fuck Junior.” Or, “Yeah, I know there’s a slight chance he’ll be fucking me. The thrill of the Game is worth it though.”

As the weeks passed, every time someone slipped a blindfold on her, that delicious shiver of uncertainty intensified.

Amanda Lagrange was typical of the blindfold-moms. She had called on a Thursday morning for an appointment the next day. She woke up Friday morning smiling.