Jean grimaced. "I don’t know if I’m ready for that."
"You probably ought to get ready," Candace observed. "There will be an extra boy at the next little party…" Her look said, 'You promised… '
"Um, yeah, sure — but for now…" Jean eyed her lover.
"Why don’t I escort you home…" Toby finished.
"That would be nice." Jean rose, collected her lover and her son, and swayed out, leaving Candace chuckling.
Chapter 25
Posted: February 28, 2009 - 08:34:02 pm
"So, you had sex with Candace?" Jean asked. She was sitting astride Toby, cowgirl-fashion, after a ride that brought her two orgasms and a vagina full of Toby’s spend.
Toby grimaced. "Yes."
"So how was it?"
"Good…"
"As good as this?"
Toby waved his hand. "Please, no comparisons. That’s jealousy talking. I needed to do it, so I did it."
"I just — this just sex thing — I’m trying, but…" Jean rubbed her face.
Toby sighed. "You’re going to have to," he asserted. "For one thing, until you do, you’re going to blame me for doing what I have to do to keep things stable. For another, you promised — not only me, but the others."
"I know, but…"
"Look how you’re acting!" Toby pressed. "Maybe you should plan to take on one of the new guys — I’m sure you’ll be able to treat THAT as just sex…"
"Oh, God — I don’t know…" Jean whined.
"What will it take?" Toby demanded. "Okay, it’s like this: No more sex between us until you do one of the other guys — preferably in front of witnesses." He pushed her off him.
"Toby, please!" Jean wailed.
"I’m serious!" Toby insisted.
"Well, not tonight, okay? Tonight doesn’t count. Tomorrow — starting tomorrow — that way I can nerve myself up for Friday. Please!" Jean begged.
"Jean, I’m warning you…"
"You’re right! You’re right! I’ll … do one of the new boys…" Jean insisted. "Just … let me have another time with you…"
"It’ll be the LAST time…" Toby warned as Jean reached for his cock. "This is for your own good."
"Yes, Toby." Jean engulfed his half-hard cock with her mouth. He reached down to rub her neck and back while she nibbled and sucked. Deep throat was apparently beyond her, but she knew where to work on a cock — and the most sensitive places were easily reached, anyway … He was up and running in no time, and they made love, missionary style — gently at first, but with more and more passion until Jean surged against him and screamed while he poured what little semen he had left into her quaking vagina. Afterwards, they slept, entwined…
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Mama’s voice floated through, "Boys? Can I talk to you for a moment?"
DAMN! Damian groused to himself, Talk about fucked-up timing! He’d managed to get the tip of his finger in Big Brother’s asshole, and he was shaking like a leaf, his eyes rolled up, getting ready to shoot into Damian’s sucking mouth! "Just a minute, Mama! We’re, uh, not decent!" He jacked Big Brother as he put Mama off, because he was gonna shoot, anyway — Damian could tell — then he resumed sucking, going at it hard — and wiggled the finger…
"HHUUUHHHH!!!" Terence groaned, hunching over his little brother. Damian was right; he’d have shot all over, anyway — but it wouldn’t have been as good. As it was, the shock robbed Terence of some of the joy of his ejaculation — but that finger Little Brother had slipped in his ass made up for it. He’d tried to be casual about relaxing his asshole so it would go in; hopefully, Little Brother wouldn’t give him shit about it… "Fuck!" he hissed, trying to get control.
Damian grinned while he wiped his mouth, then tossed Terence his cum rag. "Here, wipe with this and cover your dick with the sheet. This might be good news…" He paused the video they were watching — something Damian had found where a woman was giving a guy a rim job — and minimized it to keep from scandalizing Mama too much. "Coming, Mama!" His own dick was tenting his shorts, but what the fuck?
Mama took in his situation at a glance and looked away. "I’m always interrupting things these days, aren’t I?" she mumbled, embarrassed. Terence opened his mouth, caught Damian’s warning head shake, and shut it. Damian just shrugged.
Louise settled into the task chair, distantly taking in the title of the video they were watching, still displayed on the task bar — Shut Up And Lick My Ass 3. They were getting into heavy stuff, obviously… "I, uh, came to speak to you about this group thing," she continued lamely.
"Okay." Damian took the lead. He was acting a little funny, Louise thought, like he had an odd taste in his mouth…
"The group has accepted us, but they are VERY nervous about it," Louise related. "There are three or four open issues. They are worried about your father, for one — very worried. There are no adult men in the group, and since your father and I aren’t seeing eye to eye these days, if he discovers what we’re doing, it could lead to BIG trouble. I may need your help…"
"Doin' what?" Terence grunted.
"Best case?" Louise replied. "Catching him with his pants down. We may need a threat of our own to balance anything he might discover. The worse it is, the better, since we’ll be doing some things that are considered too illegal, immoral, and fun for straight people to deal with…" She grinned to take the sting out.
Terence was his father’s son. "I don’t like that shit."
"Nobody said we had to MAKE Pa do shit," Damian interjected. "We just have to CATCH him." He locked eyes with Terence. "That means he’s doin' it, anyway…"
"Terence, if you don’t want to be involved…" Louise began.
"Well, not in THAT," Terence grunted.
"Then look the other way, Bro," Damian said smoothly. "You want to pass on the pussy, too?"
"Nah," Terence groused. "I just don’t want to be in on stickin' it to Pa."
"I promise you, Boy, that we won’t do anything we don’t have to. If your Pa never starts any shit, it’ll just lie there." Louise asserted. "I don’t want to tear shit up — I want to make sure HE thinks twice before starting it on HIS end — okay?"
"Okay," Terence sulked. Damian winked his off-side eye — the one Terence couldn’t see; he would handle Big Bro. Louise smiled recognition.
"The next problem is you two," Louise related. "They don’t have a handle on you — and if you blab what’s going on all over school…" Damian opened his mouth, but Louise forestalled him with a raised hand. "I’m gonna have to give promises — guarantees. And I’m gonna have to do something I’m not thrilled about."
"Like what?" Damian wanted to know.
"Basically, I’m gonna have to guarantee you two will behave yourselves," Louise explained. "And to back it all up, they want some blackmail material on ME — pictures — so if you two screw up, they can toss me to the wolves." She sighed. "Basically, it’ll be your word against theirs — but they’ll have pictures of me with young guys. They might get away — but I’ll DEFINITELY go to jail! It’ll look like you two are just trying to get them in trouble out of spite…"
"THAT’S some shit…" Damian opined.
"Well, they’re between a rock and a hard place, Son," Louise replied. "They never really wanted me to find out about their little secret in the first place — now they have to put up with us or risk getting caught. You wouldn’t like it, either."