Chapter 346: Darlene Pellerin, 15, polling data...

Prior to the premiere of “Son-Fuckers”, Darlene had three Sausalito surveys conducted:

> Schoolgirls 14 to 18-years old.

> Young women 19 and older who didn’t have any children.

> Mothers of all ages who had at least one son.

All three groups were asked three questions:

> Would you consider masturbating your son?

> Would you consider giving your son oral sex?

> Would you consider having intercourse with your son?

The surveys — 975 of them — were said to be anonymous, but in fact each form and each return envelope was coded to identify each individual respondent. (In addition, the names of respondents, and their answers, gave Darlene a database of potential recruits for future projects.)

Among the schoolgirls, the older ones were more likely to say yes to the questions than the 14 and 15-year-olds. This had been a surprise.

Among the two adult groups, the results were flipped. For both childless women and mothers of boys, the ‘Yes’ answers tended to come from younger respondents.

The surveys provided Darlene with a baseline sample for a followup survey to compare with the same females after they had seen “Son-Fuckers”.

The second round of questions — after they had seen the film — showed a consistent upward trend. The average number of “Yes” answers increased for handjobs, blowjobs, and fucking.

No surprise — the number of females willing to consider fucking their son was only 9%. Still, almost one-in-ten was a remarkable number when compared with national attitudes. There, the positive responses came to a tiny fraction of 1%.

But Eulalie, being Eulalie, wasn’t finished.

She had Karisha shoot new footage of Charity and Christian. “I want a four or five-minute clip that feels like a Hallmark movie. One that engenders feelings like a romantic novel.”

Soft-focus fades, flattering lighting, AI-manipulation. Karisha applied all of her experience, all of her skills that had been honed producing music videos and television commercials.

The dialogue between Charity and Christian was written, rewritten, edited, tweaked, and re-edited.

The result was a gauzy love story between two people who cared deeply for each other. Affections evolved into desire. A hug morphed into deep-kissing. But always, always, tenderness was woven throughout.

The film clip was designed to appeal as much to emotion as libido.

For the sex scenes, Slim Hebert used her fingers and mouth to heat Charity up. Slim moved out of camera-range just as Charity was peaking. Her on-camera orgasms were real — and looked it.

At Eulalie’s direction, Karisha slipped in nanosecond glimpses of Charity’s face as she orgasmed. The viewer’s brain comprehended the sight, but only on a subconscious level. It was subliminal messaging at its most effective — Charity Anne Devereaux was enjoying glorious climaxes as she fucked her son.

Having learned the value of details from Chase Windsor, Eulalie had Darlene conduct invitation-only private screenings at Karisha’s Mothership Productions studio.

The viewers — drawn from both the “Yes” and “No” survey respondents — included schoolgirls, women without children, and mothers of boys.

Each screening session was limited to one person at a time for complete privacy. In a softly lit room, with a comfortable chair. The 4-minute-and-30-second clip was on a loop, so it could be viewed multiple times.

Complete privacy, except for the hidden cameras recording everything from eye movement to facial expressions to the amount of viewing-time.

Darlene herself greeted every guest, “Thank you so much for coming. Here’s a glass of champagne.”

As they visited, Darlene explained the project — “It’s simply a followup to the questionnaire you filled out earlier. The idea is to see if your attitude evolves after viewing this special little movie in private.”

The results — each hidden-camera video was now part of Ray-Ray’s library — were fascinating. Several women teared up at the tender love scenes that preceded any of the sex. As they watched the clip for the second and third time, several began lightly stroking their breasts.

Only a few reached inside their panties to masturbate.

At the end of the session, Darlene sent a copy of the romantic and sexy clip to each attendee. “In a day or so, I’ll ask you to fill out the followup-survey.”

In addition, every mother was told, I”m also zapping the clip to Jimmy. Or Billy. Or Harry. The number of objections to this? Zero. After all, the children of Sausalito had seen or streamed the original “Son-Fuckers”. Probably multiple times.

As word of the new video spread, women and girls began asking Darlene for their own chance to watch the clip. She didn’t turn anyone down.

As an experiment, she began running the sex scenes from “Son-Fuckers” on a continuous loop on a screen out on the deck at Contrary Mary’s. Again, there were no objections to public pornography. Everyone had already seen the film. Besides, it was a kick to see local women — women they knew — enjoying themselves so openly.

Darlene’s second ‘anonymous questionnaire showed a clear spike in pro-sex attitudes. Instead of asking ‘would you consider?’, the question were more nuanced:

“In a comfortable setting, a very private setting — one where no one else would ever know about it — would you consider:

> Providing relief to your son by jacking him off?

> Treating your son to a blowjob?

> Making your loving son’s dreams come true by fucking him?

The results:

> Handjobs: 24%

> Blowjobs: 37%

> Fucking: 19%

The headline of course was a 10% increase in son-fucking after viewing the private screening. Just imagine what Darlene could do with those women when she began working with them individually.

Eulalie was surprised that more were willing to suck cock than masturbate their boys.

Darlene wasn’t, “All of them grew up knowing about the Blowjob Room. Almost all of them were taught to swallow — that it was almost rude not to. And many of them were encouraged to suck boys off.”

“Their mothers didn’t want them to get knocked up.”

“Yes ma’am. And lately, with everybody snowballing — well sucking cock is not only more common, it’s more popular than ever. Handjobs are now perceived as something only little kids do before they know better.”

Both Eulalie and Darlene were encouraged by the fact that the blowjob number — 37% — was roughly consistent among schoolgirls, young women, and mothers of boys.

Most especially, the last category — mothers — had improved significantly. Each of these 37-percent had given birth, was raising a boy, living with him, seeing him every day. And they were willing — in theory at least — to suck him off.

How far Sausalito had come.

Eulalie found it amusing that the survey itself — as intimate and intrusive as it was — didn’t raise any questions. One-third of it had been distributed in classrooms by teachers. Not a single parent objected. The Chronicle published the results.

The surprise kicker was that the private screenings had shown only the first of five new clips. The remaining four were still gauzy and romantic, but each one contained more sex than the previous one. And, each one increased the subliminal message by sneaking in more and more of Charity’s face as she climaxed.

Darlene would send the clips out — once per week — to everyone who had attended a private Mothership screening. Masturbation fodder to be sure, but also a reinforcing-message: mother-son sex can be gloriously rewarding.

Then, after a third survey, she would roll out a mass-distribution of all five clips, edited into one coherent love story. This 25-minute film — “America’s Sweetheart” — would hit the inbox of every woman in Darlene’s database. And every child, 14 and over. And the mother of every child younger than that.

“America’s Sweetheart” would inundate Sausalito. The subject — fucking your own son — had been the number one topic of discussion for weeks. The new film would reanimate the conversation in homes, workplaces, bars, restaurants, and — most critically — in the entire school system.

However, Darlene spotted an additional opportunity. On her own, she wrote out a business plan for Eulalie’s approval. Kate helped her with the budget portion.

Eulalie laughed when she read the proposal and signed off on the investment side immediately.

Darlene now had a database of Sausalito mothers who — after seeing “America’s Sweetheart” — had indicated they would ‘consider’ sucking their own sons off.

She selected the ten women she considered most likely to take a step toward giving an actual blowjob. Of course these moms had no idea they’d been targeted; they believed the surveys had been anonymous.

Claire Boudreaux was the third woman of the ten targets that Darlene had called on. The first two had flatly turned down her proposal.

Claire, at 34, was a pretty typical Cajun housewife. She was divorced, but her husband, Royal, was good at paying both alimony and child support for their 15-year-old son, Ramon. Claire worked four days a week at the Sausalito Public Library to bring in extra money.

The young mom was a lapsed Catholic — usually she and Ramon went to church on Easter and Christmas. Darlene knew the woman slightly — Claire was an occasional customer at Contrary Mary’s. And had enjoyed a girls-night-out visit to Miss Kitty’s three or four times.

Of course, Ramon was a Saturday morning regular there.

As Darlene told Kate, “Claire isn’t a religious nut. And since she’s been to a few strip shows, I bet she’s fairly open minded.”

Kate smiled, “And of course she said she’d be willing to consider blowing Ramon.”

The key.

Darlene was now one of the most respected people in town. And, when she called on Claire, she was instantly recognized.

“My goodness, Darlene Pellerin. Come in, come in.”

Claire’s modest two bedroom home was a little messy, but clean overall. Breakfast dishes still on the table, laundry basket full, two unmade beds. Ramon had just left for school.

Darlene smiled at the pretty woman. Claire was about 20 pounds overweight, and she knew it. And kept planning to start the new diet ... well, one of these days.

As Claire poured chicory, she was obviously curious, but too polite to ask Darlene why she had stopped by.

“I’m doing a mini-survey of women’s attitude toward sex. Your name was chosen at random.’

“At random?”

“Well, I’m only surveying moms. Mothers of teenage boys.”

“Oh. Well, that’s me, I guess.”

Darlene laid out five crisp, one-hundred-dollar bills on the kitchen table. Claire’s eyes widened, but she remained more curious than excited. Darlene knew that $500 would be welcome, but the young mother was in decent financial shape.

Claire looked at her visitor, “I’ll bite.”

Darlene tapped the bills, “If there were no direct physical contact between you and Ramon, would you snowball his cum with another girl?”

It took Claire a moment to decipher the question. Then she looked thoughtful. Rather than resent the intrusive, personal nature of the offer, she was taking the time to consider her response.

That, her calm reaction to snowballing her own son’s cum, was indicative of how far Sausalito had come.

Claire glanced down at the money, then looked Darlene in the eye, “Would I have to be naked?”

Gotcha!

Darlene pretended to consider the question. But dressed, undressed — it didn’t really matter to her. Just so long as Claire watched her naked son get blown. And then allowed a girl to kiss his cum into her mouth.

Even just a few weeks earlier — before the Snowball Contest — the idea would have seemed even more outrageous. But these days ... well, snowballing — or at least discussing it — was fully mainstream throughout the town.

Darlene said, “Well, that’s an interesting question.”

“I know I need to lose a little weight.”

“Okay, hon, if you’d be more comfortable ... sure, you can wear whatever you like.”

“Kin I think about it — the whole snowballing thing?”

“Of course — let’s have another cup.”

As they sipped and visited casually, Darlene was curious whether Claire would admit to her survey answers.

“Tell me, dear, on that questionnaire, where did you come down on giving your son a hummer?”

Again, an intrusive question seemed to Claire to be a perfectly normal part of their early-morning conversation.

“I said I’d consider it. You know, that “America’s Sweetheart’ — it was so tender, so ... moving. I got teary-eyed.”

“Oh, I know, I know.”

“But consideris like a million miles away from actually doing it.”

“Of course.”

“But snowballing ... I mean, it’s naughty an’ all.”

Darlene winked, “Very naughty.”

“But he an’ me ... we wouldn’t ... he wouldn’t ... I mean, Ramon...”

“No physical contact between the two of you. None.”

Darlene knew the money was a consideration. But, by itself, it wasn’t enough to convince Claire. And that was Darlene’s intent. She didn’t want to bribe women into snowballing, but the $500 was meant as a positive incentive. Mainly, however, Darlene wand Claire and the others to decide to do it on their own.

A nice little carrot, and no stick at all.

“Um, Darlene, who would be here? I mean, besides the girl?”

“Just Ray-Ray.”

“Oh. You’re going to video it?”

“Of course. But no one will see it except for Eulalie.”

“Eulalie Guidry?”

“Yes, she’s putting up the reward money.” Darlene tapped the bills again.

“Oh my. Eulalie Guidry. Oh.”

Darlene sipped and waited placidly. She had known Claire was going to say yes the second she asked about clothing. It was now simply a matter of waiting for the woman to talk herself into it,.

“Oh wait! Who would the girl be?”

“Tell you what, hon. Bring Ramon to Contrary Mary’s for dinner tonight. On me. Then you can pick whichever one you want.”

“I could?”

“Of course.”

Claire’s question wasn’t whether one of Darlene’s girls would do as she was told — that was a given. But Claire had been startled that Darlene was letting her select the snowball girl herself. That sealed the deal.

Claire left the money sitting on the kitchen table. Claire didn’t argue.

As she was leaving, Darlene said, “Tell Ramon about it before you come to Mary’s.”

Claire nodded, “Yeah, I better.”

“But you pick out the snowball girl yourself. Ramon won’t care — he’ll be so excited just to be getting a blowjob.”

“Yes ma’am, you are Pure-D right about that.”

At Contrary Mary’t that evening, Ramon was almost giddy with excitement. It would be his first-ever blowjob. And, while he didn’t understand the reason and couldn’t articulate his thoughts, he was almost just as pumped about his mother. She was going to end up with his cum in her mouth!

After they had eaten, and Claire had enjoyed two margaritas, Darlene led her back to the private room. She had 11 naked 14-year-olds lined up for Claire’s inspection.

She patted Claire on the butt, “Take your time, pick your snowball buddy for tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

Darlene didn’t really care who she selected — each of her girls would be fine. But Darlene was pleased when Claire chose little Chloé Bardot. Chloé would work Claire to get the most out of the scene.

Chloé clapped her hands, and said, “Yes! C’mon, Mrs. Boudreaux, let’s practice!”

The next thing Claire knew, she was lying on her back with what looked like a naked third-grader on top. Deep-kissing her.

Darlene smiled, and decided to attend the session herself.

In the morning, at the breakfast table, Claire and Ramon didn’t discuss the elephant in the room. Both were lost in their own thoughts. Ramon was in Teenage Fantasyland. A blowjob. His cum. His own mother.

Claire wasn’t having second thoughts, wasn’t considering backing out. But two related topics were tumbling around in her mind. She would be seeing her son naked for the first time in years and years. And ... his cum.

However, overriding those considerations — she still had a vivid memory of the previous night. Of tiny little Chloe Bardot kissing her so sweetly.

As for snowballing — the act itself — well, Claire and her best friend, Susie Benoit, occasionally snowballed Susie’s husband, Ben. It was a flirty little treat that Susie liked to perform for the love of her life.

So, snowballing — fine. But Ramon ... yikes!

As Darlene had planned, she and Ray-Ray showed up before Chloé did. She wanted Claire to see her son naked without the distraction of the sexy little girl.

Darlene didn’t waste any time. She looked at the boy, “Strip, honey — Ray-Ray and I don’t have a lot of time this morning.”

“Oh.” He looked to his mother who just shrugged. Things were already moving so fast. When he was naked, Darlene gave him a hard-on pill. He looked to his mother, who just shrugged again.

For a moment, Claire tried to unfocus her eyes so that Ramon would be sort of a blur. Then decided she was being silly. When Darlene told him, “Get yourself hard — I don’t want Chloé to have to work too hard.”

“Uh, yes ma’am.”

Blushing furiously, he gripped the base tightly with his left hand and began stroking himself with the right. An age-old custom — muscle-memory almost.

Claire was trying to get her mind around everything. In under a minute, Ramon was naked and masturbating. Whew!

Ray-Ray had two tripods set up and was already filming. He motioned to Claire, “Stand next to Ramon — I need to check the light on both of you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Claire was wearing jeans and a tee. She was flushed — partly embarrassment, with a little excitement mixed in.

“Closer.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Put your arm around his shoulders.”

“Ah.”

Darlene, “Smile, both of you — you’re not at a funeral.”

“Sorry.” “Sorry.”

Darlene, “You can stop stroking it now, Ramon.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Put your arm around her waist.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Bernadette Bardot, as instructed, came inside with Chloé. Claire blinked in surprise, then mentally shrugged. What difference did one more viewer make?

Chloe took one look at Claire, and shook her head. She patted Ramon’s erection, and said, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

She took Claire’s hand and led her back to the woman’s bedroom. Chloé immediately stripped and Claire flashed on the previous night.

Chloé tugged on Claire’s tee, and said, “I want pussy on pussy.”

“But Darlene said ... I mean ... I need to lose 10 or 15 pounds...”

“You can put on a robe, but you’re so sexy it’s a shame.”

Claire struggled a little with her jeans, but then she was also naked. Chloé, perfectly comfortable, took charge. “Lie back, let’s warm up a little.”

Claire giggled, but her heart raced a little too. Then Chloé was once again lying on her, deep kissing her. The difference from the previous night — Claire was now naked. With Chloés knowing finger on her clit.

“Oh!’

The diminutive little girl licked her way down — chest, nipples, tummy. Claire was vaguely aware that Ray-Ray was now in the room, but she squeezed her eyes shut as Chloé added her eager tongue to the task.

Claire’s mind was whirling — everything was happening so fast —but her body responded to Chloé. Claire was closer and closer and closer — “YES!”

Chloé slithered back up to kiss her so softly, so gently.

When Claire opened her eyes, Ray-Ray had his tripods set up and was still filming. Darlene, Bernadette, and, yes, of course, Ramon were standing there watching.

Darlene said, “Scoot over, Claire.”

“Oh. Okay. Here?”

“Lie down beside her, Ramon.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Darlene surveyed the scene, and nodded in approval. Mother and son, lying on their backs, side-by-side, naked. Chloé placed Ramon’s hand in Claire’s, and she didn’t resist.

Claire looked at Darlene and Bernadette, smiling sweetly. At Ray-Ray capturing everything. Then she turned to watch Chloé as she took the tip of Ramon’s cock in her mouth.

After having climaxed so strongly, Claire felt almost like she was watching a movie instead of her son receiving his first blowjob. She squeezed his hand and giggled, “Breathe, honey.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

It didn’t take long.

Then Chloé was once again lying on top of Claire. Who had spread both her arms and her thighs to welcome the embrace. As Chloé tongued Ramon’s cum into her mouth, Claire heard herself moan with pleasure and arch her body up. Chloé fingered her as they kissed, then rolled over to Claire could be on top.

Moments later, Chloé startled both of them when she lay down on top of Ramon and delivered some cum to him. In that instant, Claire realized what was coming.

Chloé firmly guided the boy to lie on top of his mother. Claire didn’t resist — she just opened her mouth. Chloé moved off the bed as Ray-Ray continued filming.

A couple of minutes later, Darlene led everyone back to the living room. Separating Claire from her clothes. Chloé, now dressed, gave Claire a deep, goodbye-kiss. Claire, even with Ramon right there, eagerly necked with the irresistible little girl.

When Chloé and her mother left, Claire sat down and crossed her legs, “Did I do okay, Darlene?”

“Absolutely. I’m very proud of you, honey.”

Claire beamed, her nudity forgotten for the moment. Then she glanced at Ramon. “Oh. We better get dressed now.”

“Not yet, hon. I want Ray-Ray to shoot another little clip — just the two of you.”

“But...”

“For Eulalie.”

“Oh. Okay. I guess.”

Darlene, like she often did, was now ad-libbing. Fooling around. Planning on having a little more fun. She glanced at Ramon, “Get hard again.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Give him a little inspiration, Claire.”

“Huh? I mean ... well...” Blushing deeply she leaned back in her chair and inched her thighs apart.

“That’s my good girl.”

Ramon was staring at her as he stroked himself erect. The Chloé memory, kissing his mother, the pill, seeing her still naked, teenage hormones...

Claire was surprisingly pleased with his quick recovery. And, a little pleased with herself too. Yeah, she should lose a few pounds, but she still had something going for her.

Darlene stood behind her and caressed her nipples, “My little girl has great tits, doesn’t she, Ray-Ray?”

“Terrific.”

Darlene leaned down and whispered so only Claire could hear, “I’m going to spend Chloé to spend the night with you this Saturday.”

“Oh, God.”

Darlene continued playing with her boobs. Ray-Ray continued filming the mother and son duo. Ramon was now throbbingly erect.

Darleen whispered again, “Can you get rid of Ramon Saturday?”

“God, yes!”

“Good girl. Now lean back a little more.” “Just like that. Your knees are too close together.” “There — good girl. You like that, don’t you, Ramon?”

“Yes ma’am!”

Claire could feel her cheeks burning. She still had a Chloé afterglow. And Darlene had such a sexy touch. And there was so much hunger in Ramon’s adoring gaze.

Darlene knew without a doubt that she could have Claire suck her son off with almost no effort. But she decided not to. Claire was her first success in Darlene’s new category — Snowball Moms.

She had almost three dozen more mothers who had checked off ‘would consider’ in the maternal blowjob column. She wanted to add a few of them to go along with Claire. After that, she might well circle back and push them to the next step.

Darlene winked at Ramon, “Cum in your hand, honey.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Claire didn’t need to be told what to do — she simply held the boy’s wrist, and licked his palm clean.

Ray-Ray gave Ramon a lift to school — they’d missed only first period. Darlene didn’t tell Claire to get dressed, so they sat together in the kitchen again, sipping coffee.

Darlene smiled, “So, how do you feel?”

Claire shook her head, colored a little, “That Chloé.”

“Yes she is something. But I was referring to snowballing.”

“Oh. That.” She shrugged, “Once I got my mind around it ... well it was okay. Fine. I mean, I could tell how much he enjoyed it.”

“So, you’d do it again?”

“With Chloé?”

“With her. And with anyone else I send around.”

“Oh. Well, let me think. Um, yeah, I guess so. I mean it wasn’t like I blew him myself. Right?”

“Thats right, honey. I promised you no direct physical contact.”

“Yes, you did. An’ that was one reason I said yes.”

“Okay. Now Ray-Ray. He hasn’t asked me to let him do you yet, but he will. I could tell the way he was looking at you.”

Darlene could tell the woman was pleased. Flattered.”Oh.”

“If I let him, he’ll want to film it too.”

“Um, who would see it?”

As Darlene expected, Claire didn’t object to Darlene’s assumption that she, Darlene, could decide about Ray-Ray. Nor that it would be taped.

“I won’t let him post it. So just Kate. Myself of course. Eulalie. His mother.”

“The mayor?”

“Yeah — he shares everything with her.”

“God, I’m starting my diet today.”

That week, things weren’t tense between Claire and Ramon, but it was a little awkward, a little strained. The boy was still riding a high from the amazing session, but his instincts told him not to talk about it. Certainly not to brag.

Claire, on the other hand, felt an obligation to discuss it, to bring it out in the open.

“Well, that was an experience for the ages.”

“It was the best day of my life, Mama. By a mile.”

“Well ... sure. I mean, Chloé. My god. You were so lucky.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know. An’ I thanked Darlene about a million times. Yeah, it was Chloe. But you too.” His turn to blush.

Claire sighed, “It was the naughtiest thing I ever did in my life, bar none. Darlene jess talked to me one morning an’ ... an’ I jess went along with her.”

Impulsively, Ramon threw his arms around her, “Thank you, Mama, so much.”

She hugged him back, and whispered, “You’re welcome, but don’t expect...” She suddenly remembered her agreement with Darlene. She would snowball again. Christ.

“Don’t expect what?”

“I mean it was a special ... event. A special treat. Not an everyday thing.”

He stared at her, “But we might do it again?” Almost breathless.

“Well. I mean, Darlene sort of hinted ... um, maybe. Don’t push me, okay?”

Chloé called her, “Babe, I need to change our date from Saturday night to Sunday.”

What Claire mostly heard was ‘date’. Then she called her friend Susie and changed Ramon’s sleepover night with her son, Tee-Tom to Sunday.

On that Sunday, Ray-Ray showed up at Claire’s just as she and Ramon were sitting down for breakfast. She fixed an extra plate.

Later, he showed them the adroitly-edited tape. Claire dressed, her arm around the naked boy. Who was erect.

In the bedroom, Chloé licking Claire to an orgasm.

As they watched, Claire was beet red. Wishing that Ramon weren’t sitting beside her, watching, enthralled. Then she rationalized it — Fuck, he saw me live, so chill.

She stared as Chloé sucked his cock. She hadn’t realized at the time that she was finger-fucking herself. God. Then, snowballing — Chloé into Claire. Claire into Chloé. Chloé into Ramon.

Claire sighed. And stared as Ramon dribbled what remained of his cum into her mouth. Another item she hadn’t registered at the time — little Chloé had moved Ramon’s cock so it rubbed against Claire’s pussy. At least he was going soft at the time.

Later, watching it alone, Claire had to admit that she looked pretty damned good in spite of the extra baggage. Ray-Ray had captured flattering shots of her — especially as she orgasmed. Even though Ramon was visible in the background, Claire was able to concentrate on her own image, her own appearance.

Chloé called her late that afternoon, “I’m running ahead today. Get Ramon hard for me and we’ll snowball before we exile him.”

“Huh? Oh. Um, okay, honey.”

Claire knew that her cheeks were burning, but she soldiered ahead. Chloé.

“Uh, change of plans. Slight change. Before you go to Tee-Tom’s ... um, Chloé wants you to undress. For her. Now.”

His face lit up, “A blowjob?”

“A blowjob.”

He was undressing rapidly, “And snowball?”

She sighed, “And snowball.”

He was naked, stroking himself, “Shouldn’t you undress too?’

‘Oh.” Her face felt hotter. “Yeah, I guess so.”

There they were — mother and son, naked, waiting for Chloe. Ramon was rock hard, still stroking himself.

“Um, honey, you might want to be careful. Not get too excited. You know.” Great, now I’m telling him not not cum so Chloé and I can snowball. Mother of the Year.