"Mebbe not," Terence grunted. "Is there any GOOD news?"
"The first party is Friday afternoon," Louise murmured, eyeing her sons sidelong.
"Hey hey! Cool!" Damian erupted. "Pussy!" He reached out to high-five his big brother, then caught himself, "Oops! Sorry, Mama!"
"It’s okay, I guess," Louise smiled. "I expected some excitement…" She flicked a glance at Terence, "Son, you’re making a wet spot on the top sheet, there…"
"Huh? Shit!" Terence’s cock had been dribbling out the dregs of his load as it shrank, making a wet, translucent patch in the sheet covering it. He shifted his cum rag to a better position to cover it, looking for a dry spot that escaped the deposit of the rest of his goo. "Jeezus, Mama! You embarrassed the shit outta me!"
Louise continued to grin. "Well, I guess you may as well get used to such things — in my experience, these groups are clothing optional. I imagine you’re gonna see me fuck — and vice-versa!"
"No shit?" Terence grunted. THAT thought was an eye-opener!
"Well, it will be just watching, Boy — you won’t be playing with your Mama!" Louise admonished. "But we’re gonna be swimming, for starters, and they’ve already told me that suits probably won’t stay on for long!"
"I’m gonna have a hard-on before I get there!" Terence grunted with an embarrassed laugh.
"So will everybody else, Boy!" Louise replied, grinning, "I hope!" She got up. "Okay, I’ll leave you to…" She squinted down at the computer screen, "… Shut Up And Lick My Ass 3…" Chuckling, she swayed out.
"Ho Lee Shit!" Terence rubbed his face, thoroughly embarrassed.
"Relax, Bro!" Damian chuckled. "Mama was just letting us know she knows what we’re jackin' off to!"
"Yeh," Terence grunted. "But jackin' off wasn’t all we was doin'…"
"Well, maybe not — but maybe Mama would be cool with the other thing…" Damian proposed.
"Ya think? I dunno…" Terence scratched his head.
"Bro, if I got nothing else out of the last couple of days, it’s that there is a lot more to Mama than meets the eye…" Damian insisted.
"Yeah, mebbe…"
"Your turn, Big Bro — you GOT YOUR nut…" Damian changed the subject, restarting the video.
"Yeah, yeah," Terence groused. "I almost fuckin' exploded when she knocked on the fuckin' door, tryin' to hold it…"
"Yeah, well, you didn’t. Get down there and give me mine…"
"Awright, awright," Terence pretended reluctance, thinking, Maybe I’ll stick my finger in YOUR ass and see it YOU blow a nut!
Damian just grinned and pretended to watch the screen while Big Brother’s hot mouth moved up and down his pole. Big Bro was kidding himself, but he wasn’t kidding Damian — and when his finger started fiddling insistently with Damian’s asshole, Damian knew that they had moved on to the next level. Yeah, Big Bro was gonna hold still for dick at some point — unless pussy was plentiful enough to put the whole thing on the skids … Damian didn’t give two shits about that, anyway — if it WAS, so be it — no need to fool around like this. If it wasn’t, or shit went downhill, they could always take up where they left off … Meanwhile, he worked to relax his asshole so Big Bro could poke it… "Ah! Yeah, Baby! Suck it…" He was creaming in Big Bro’s mouth in no time, wondering idly when it was that Big Bro had started swallowing … Tomorrow, he’d feel Mama out some … She had shit to tell that she hadn’t said anything about — now was the time…
Louise was downstairs in bed, wishing she could masturbate. Fred had gone to bed at nine-thirty and was pretending to be sound asleep as usual; it was a game he played so he didn’t have to fuck her. Louise hadn’t actually CAUGHT Fred, but enough strange and odd things had happened lately to make it clear that he wasn’t being a monk — besides, Fred had never done without sex for more than a week in their entire married life. No, he was getting it elsewhere … She ought to diddle herself here in bed just to fuck with the bastard’s head — but she wouldn’t. Maybe this blackmail thing the group wanted to do was the way to go; after all, divorce WAS on the horizon — she could feather her nest … She drifted off to sleep, scheming.
Louise wasn’t the only one scheming. Teela spent the evening rubbing her clit and wishing it was Sally’s tongue working on her instead of her fingers. The sleep-over Tuesday night had been a dud; despite some risqué videos and some fairly obvious pussy rubbing, Sally didn’t take the bait — even to the point of rubbing herself off. Hunky Boy and his curly friend with the wise mouth had put Sally on a different plane; God knew how long it would take to get her back to desperation! Idly, Teela wondered just how clever Curly’s tongue was … If his dick was bigger than her pinky, maybe … Shit! Now SHE was daydreaming! It was better to plan on getting something attainable…
For the women, Thursday was unremarkable; Louise hadn’t really probed Beth too deeply the night before and everyone was basically sated. Preparations for Friday were an order of business, though; Candace dragged Jean off to collect some pads and pillows and other items designed to make the her rec room a soft, comfortable place for a number of people to use for sex. Beth went along and chipped in until it was time for her to go to work.
Lon wanted to take in a new comedy, and invited Rick — but Rick’s response killed it. "That guy’s a dork," Rick declaimed. "I’m not watching ANYTHING with HIM in it — ESPECIALLY if I have to PAY for it!" So Lon was left to his own devices; Toby decided to hang out with Rick at Rick’s…
It was hot, so Lon decided to hit the one-thirty show and collect some air conditioning with his movie- and people-watching. Summer or not, a matinee wasn’t going to be crowded — and it wasn’t. It ALSO made it easy to discover Sally Harkness standing in line for the same movie! "Sally?"
"Lon?" Sally looked around. "Where’s your friend?"
"We’re not joined at the hip — where’s yours?"
"She’s off sulking. One of her little projects went thud," Sally smiled enigmatically.
"Yeah? Why?" Lon asked.
Sally grimaced. "I refused to cooperate. I’m not ready to give up on certain things yet … Let’s not talk about it."
Lon shrugged. "Okay. All right if I hang with you?"
Teela would give her shit for WEEKS if she just stepped in it… "Why?"
Lon combed his hair with his fingers — a characteristic gesture. "Why not?"
"Why me?"
"Is there something wrong with you?" Lon turned it around.
"Well, no…" Sally got flustered.
"I don’t think so, either."
Now what? "I don’t exactly draw a line…" Sally ventured.
Lon shrugged. "Good. I don’t want to stand in one."
Sally rubbed her forehead. 'Maybe the direct approach… ' "Look, I’m not easy, okay?"
Lon blinked. "I thought we were going to a movie…"
Sally opened her mouth, closed it. "Okay…" The person in line ahead of her cleared the ticket counter and she named the flick for the attendant.
Lon leaned around her and said, "Make that two," dropping a twenty on the counter.
"You don’t have to do that!" Sally exclaimed.
Lon waved at the attendant, who went ahead and processed the transaction, producing two tickets and change. "Well, I figure that if it’s that much of a danger to go out with a wild-eyed chick-molester like me, I can at least pay — want some popcorn?"
"Uh, no. Well, maybe, a small one." Sally was awash.
"The big tub is a bargain, if you don’t mind sharing," Lon observed. "But I warn you, I have these chick-molester cooties…" He wiggled his fingers suggestively.