Chapter 334: Charity Devereaux, 36, the Pledge...

Back home, after her Saturday debut, Cherry took inventory. Two inventories. One, she was still on a sugar-high from all of the boyhood adulation.

Two — how did she feel about Chris? She had known he would be there — that had been a given from the start. But that kiss ... how would he react? What would he expect going forward?

As it turned out, their relationship hadn’t changed all that much. He was still in awe, still pinching himself. When it was just the two of them, neither one came out in the nude. There was an unspoken pact, an understood agreement. That Saturday morning had been a one-off. A special treat for Chris. A special thrill for Cherry.

Of course when CC was there, all bets were off.

One afternoon right after school, munching on snacks in the kitchen, CC said, “Chris, wanna hear about the last time Cherry and Slim snowballed?”

The lad sat up — ramrod straight. “God yes!”

“We were in Slim’s bed, the three of us.”

Chris nodded.

“I came in Slim’s mouth — my first cum of the day.”

Chris continued nodding, “The most.”

“Then Slim lay down on her back. Cherry lay on top of her.”

Chris whipped his head around. Cherry was blushing, but she nodded, “True.” She giggled, “Slim made me work for my cum. First time I was ever on top.” She winked, “You should have seen me, honey — suckin and slurping and licking. The more difficult it was, the more I wanted that cum.”

Chris was speechless, staring at her, trying to imagine the scene. He was crossing and recrossing his legs.

When he had calmed down a little, CC said, “When you start sucking me off, Cherry will snowball with you.”

Once again, Chris’s head whipped around to Cherry. She held up her palms, “Whoa there, boys. I never agreed to any such thing.”

Chris looked crestfallen. The idea of snowballing with his gorgeous mother had overcome the fact that CC expected him to suck his cock. Even later, thinking about it on his own, Chris freely admitted that he would, indeed, suck CC off if only his mother would...

Cherry patted his hand, “Tell you what, perv boy, I will take it under advisement.”

“Really? No lie?”

Cherry gazed at him fondly. So eager, so hungry, so needy. She raised her hand in a mock oath, “I, Charity Anne Devereaux, do solemnly pledge that I will — knowingly and willingly — consider snowballing CC Hebert’s cum with my son, Christian Andrew Devereaux.”

In Sausalito it wasn’t a unanimous maternal policy — not even close. But, as Kate told Eulalie, “As a conservative estimate, I’d venture that almost half of the moms in town, are now encouraging their little daughters to suck cock.”

“To avoid pregnancies.”

“Exactly. Most of the moms themselves aren’t that old. They stil have clear memories of their own middle-school days. And they know full well that the boys won’t be satisfied with hand-jobs for very long.”

“How about swallowing? I mean since the snowball craze is going full speed ahead?”

“That’s what’s fascinating, Eulalie. Snowballing seems to be more girl-driven. I mean the boys appreciate it — enjoy watching it. But they’ve already cum — and that was their goal all along.”

“But the little girls?”

“The Snowball Contest — well, the art of sharing cum seems to have evolved from a naughty gimmick to an aspirational goal. These girls ... well, it’s become a matter of pride to many of them.”

“Interesting.”

“It is. In a way the scrip has flipped. Kids don’t date much these days — it’s more of a hang-out culture. It used to be that a blowjob was more special — a private thing. Oh, maybe a gutsy little girl would suck off a guy and his buddy.”

“But now?”

“It’s more the norm for two or three girls to go out. Maybe hook up with a guy, maybe not. But if they do end up blowing him — well, what used to be the end of the act is now just the start.”

“Snowballing.”

“That’s right. And, Eulalie, I’ve had three, maybe four mothers, tell me that the girls don’t really care all that much whose mouth he cums in. He makes his donation to the cause, and then the real fun begins.”

“For the girls.”

“For the girls. And what’s cool is that not only are more moms recommending blowjobs, but they’re actively encouraging snowballing.”

“Of course — that makes sense. There’s safety in numbers. Little Johnny is less likely to talk little Susie into fucking if two or three of her friends are right there.”