Chapter 326: Tammy Lafayette, 30, Proud Mama...

It was a packed house — SRO — at Sausalito Elementary. There was an air of suppressed excitement rippling through the all-female audience. The first-ever Snowball Contest in town. Over 100 entrants. A chance to set an International Snowball Record.

Ray-Ray Fontenot had four cameras going for videos and the live-stream. There was a $5 fee to watch the stream — the charge was ostensibly to weed out underage viewers. Two days earlier, he had leaked the password — everyone in town could now watch.

Darlene gave the signal for the 107 women and girls to undress. Giggles, butt-slaps, general encouragement among the contestants. They were in this together, and there was, indeed, comfort in numbers.

Soon, everyone on stage was naked — the exceptions being Darlene and Tammy Lafayette — the mother of the sperm donor — Joe-Joe Lafayette. Because he was the only male in the house, and because he was naked and erect, a cheer went up when his mother led him onto the stage.

Once everyone was undressed, Darlene held a drawing — numbers 1 through 127. Joe-Joe would jack off into the first girl’s mouth — it was unanimously recognized as a huge honor.

Darlene didn’t leave things to chance. But she only rigged the drawing for numbers one and two. After that she didn’t care who snowballed.

She pulled the first slip out, “Okay, girls, the lucky winner in Chloé Bardot.” Darlene had explained to Ray-Ray, “We’ll have the most viewers right at the start. And I want everyone to see what looks like a 7-year-old sucking cock.”

“Good thinking.”

“And she’ll cum-share with Hazel Musson.”

Ray-Ray nodded, “A 57-year-old grandmother. That shows the town that everyone snowballs.”

Joe-Joe’s mother reached down and held the base of his erection. Waggled it at the crowd who erupted in cheers and laughter. Following Darlene’s instructions, Tammy leaned down and took him in her mouth. Further reinforcing the mother-son motif in Sausalito.

She sucked him for a couple of minutes, then guided him into Chloé’s eager mouth. When it was time, the little girl drew back so the two close-up cameras could capture the explosion. Tammy was now stroking him, carefully aiming the head directly at the little girl’s mouth. They didn’t want to miss a drop.

Even though everyone had heard the volume-rumors about Joe-Joe, they still gasped as they stared up at the huge screen above the stage. It wasn’t so much the number of spurts — although 7 was impressive. But the size — it looked like seven, whitish globs the size of a baby’s fist exploded into Chloés mouth.

Gasps, cheers, applause.

Hazel Musson was already lying on her back on the angled bed. A camera on each side of her face.

At home, Charity and Christian Devereaux, sitting side by side, holding hands, stared at their flatscreen as Chloé shared a massive mouthful with Hazel. Chris whispered, “Did you ever snowball?”

Ah, the perfect opening. “A lot, back when I was in middle school.” She squeezed his hand, “And, again earlier this week.”

Christ turned to stare at her, the Contest forgotten for a moment, “Slim?”

“Slim.”

“Um ... who ... whose?”

“CC.” There.

“Oh God! That lucky guy!” His eyes searched her amused face, “Did he ... in your mouth?”

She lowered her voice to a whisper, “No, honey. He came in Slim’s mouth. Both times. He shot his delicious cum into his mother’s mouth.”

Chris moaned — partly surprise, partly envy, partly yearning.

Cherry licked the inside of his ear, “Don’t you go getting any ideas. I’m not ready for that.” She licked again, “Yet.”