Jean sighed. "So what’s next?"
"I figure this afternoon will be a command performance — we’ll be expected to wear out all five boys. I think we ought to be fully prepared — which reminds me — do you like anal sex?"
"Urk?" Jean bleated. "I, uh, used to, but it’s been a while, and anyway, Hugh was…"
"Less than gifted?" Candace filled in. "Well, Hon, that’s ONE thing you’ve learned, huh?" she cackled. "So, what did you do to prepare?"
"Well, nothing, usually," Jean admitted.
"Messy," Candace grimaced. "Especially for those that ARE gifted. Fortunately, I have these…" She surfaced a pair of pre-packaged enemas. "It’s embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as the mess. You do me and I’ll do you?"
"Is that really necessary?" Jean made a face.
"I think so," Candace replied. "C’mon, Hon, don’t be a baby. Beth is going to do it — twice — with a big red bag, not a cute little bottle. And if Louise comes unprepared, I’m going to insist…"
"Oh, all right!" Jean minced along behind Candace to the bath, grimacing.
Lon decided he had better air the other thing, too… "I saw Sally Harkness yesterday."
"Yeah?"
"We did that movie together."
"No shit." Rick looked up at his friend, dubious. "I don’t get it. Why?"
"Why not?"
"Well, we’re getting laid, pretty regularly. Why go hunting on the low end?"
"That’s not how it is," Lon replied. "What do you think I’m up to?"
"I don’t know," Rick replied. "The obvious thing would be that you’re gonna charm her and throw the meat to her, then leave her looking stupid with her panties around her ankles. Question is, why bother when we already HAVE pussy?"
Lon shook his head. "You miss the point, Man. I’m taking the long view — I’m looking at having her for a girlfriend."
"You WHAT? Man, you can do a LOT better than Sally Harkness!"
"Can I?" Lon replied. "With what, a Barbie doll?"
"Well…"
"Dude, take a look at what we have," Lon pointed out. "Your Mama is nice looking, thin — TOO thin, actually, and she’s always going off like some nervous lap dog. My Mama — well, I’m prejudiced, and I think she’s pretty hot looking — but she has to run EVERY fucking thing! I don’t want that…" He shook his head. "And then there’s Beth…"
"Yeah… ?"
"So, what’s wrong with Beth, you figure?" Lon asked.
"Well, nothing, I guess, except…"
"Except?"
"Well, she’s big…" Rick shrugged. "And she has that weird obedience thing…"
"Who do you figure is the easiest to get along with?" Lon pressed. "The most placid? The most, uh, malleable?" He canted his head. "Arguably, the best fuck?"
"Well," Rick grunted. "I don’t know if you really have a sample to work from, yet…"
"Well, maybe," Lon replied, "but I already know what I like. If Beth has a problem, it’s maybe that she goes too far. But I want an easygoing chick that’ll pay attention to me, not what she sees in the mirror. I want a chick that’ll listen when I say something, and be open to new things. I want a chick who will be happy enough to have me that she’ll deal with my shit — NOT a chick who is gonna flood me with HER shit! And I want a chick who is comfortable to fuck and happy to get it! Does ANY of that sound like a Barbie doll?"
"Well, no," Rick agreed. "But there’s GOTTA be…"
"Dude, have you really LOOKED at Sally?" Lon asked. "She’s go a nice face, and nice curves and big, natural hooters…"
"But she’s BIG!" Rick argued. "Chunky, sorta!!" Lon was off the deep end, here, for sure!
"Nah," Lon shook his head. "Built wide — or thick, maybe. Fat, though? I don’t think so. I bet she’s carrying less than Beth…"
"Well…"
"Okay, so, it’s not your thing," Lon shrugged. "But from where I sit, she’s got potential. If you can’t get around her size, that’s cool. Why don’t you throw a leash on her friend, the Goth chick?"
"Not gonna happen," Rick grunted. "She’s got lezzie written all over her. Besides, we didn’t exactly hit it off…"
"Oh, I dunno," Lon argued. "I think you made an impression." He grinned. "Sally does, too…"
"What?"
"You rolled right over her! That doesn’t happen every day … Besides, I don’t think she’s hot on girls — Sally kind of indicated that she’s just not getting enough attention — or maybe the right kind…"
"Well," Rick laughed, "you don’t dress like THAT unless you’re looking for attention!"
"No argument there!" Lon chuckled. "What about looks?"
"Well…" Rick thought about it. "It’s hard to get past the Goth crap. She’s not hard to look at, basically. Decent legs … That thing she was wearing made her tits look pretty nice. But she’s always spoiling for a fight…"
"Seems like you had no problem winning," Lon replied. "You had her on the run the other day. I bet she’s like an egg — hard-shelled, but gooey inside. Knock down her defenses and you can push her to the wall…"
"Yeah, right!" Rick laughed. What would he do with the little spitfire? Still, the mall run-in HAD been fun… "What would I do with her?"
"Well, you could tie her up out back to keep the raccoons out of the garbage cans…" Lon offered, grinning.
"Nah," Rick grinned back, "She’d be yapping and barking and disturb the neighbors…"
"Maybe…" Lon began, but…
"Boys! Help us with this stuff, will you?" Candace called from the back door.
Chapter 26
Posted: February 28, 2009 - 08:34:02 pm
"Mama! What are you DOING in there?" Terence roared, thumping on the bathroom door.
"I’ll be out in a minute!" Louise called, wiping her self down with a bath towel. She’d been in the bathroom for a considerable period, what with the shaving, and trimming her pubic hair, and the shower … One bathroom for the four of them could get to be inconvenient. Throwing on a light robe, she breezed out the door, "Sorry!"
"Thought I was gonna piss myself!" Terence grunted, rushing through the door and banging it behind him. Damian sat at the kitchen table, grinning from ear to ear as Louise turned toward her bedroom.
But he didn’t stay there; instead, he followed her into her bedroom. "Mama? You know, this thing we’re doing — you seem pretty comfortable about it…"
Shit! Louise thought, but she turned a serenely innocent face toward her younger son, "Oh?"
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Big Bro might not be lookin' any too deep at this, but I am, and shit don’t add up — well, it does, but not if you just count the cards that are showin'…"
Louise eyed Damian coolly. "So what are you thinking?"
"C’mon, Mama, come clean! Women don’t just go out and do this kind of shit solo — not unless they’ve done it before!" He cocked his head. "You didn’t do this for US, did you? You did this for YOU!"
Louise sighed. "Sit down, Boy, and I’ll tell you a few things." She parked herself on the bed and he did likewise, half-turned to face her. "You’d be right, all along the way. Your Pa was a player, back when. I put up with it while we were dating — but I hung horns on him, too — and I made damned sure he knew it! After we got married, the itch was still there, but we’d made commitments; we needed ways to play that didn’t involve telling someone else you loved 'em, or whatever. Fortunately, things were a little looser then … We stumbled onto a swinger’s group — and from there, found another … They’re all a little different, you know — different aims, different rules … Some are more social, some are just places to fuck strangers. Some have too many men and not enough women … Anyway, we played until I was probably seven months along with your big brother, then stopped for a while; babies take up a lot of attention. They also cut into your sex life — you’re always tired, and stuff. But it all lasts longer for the mother than the father — after a while, he starts feeling left out … Terence was about six months old when your father started getting itchy. I figured I would either have to step up to the plate, or else — but it really went beyond that; he’d done without for long enough that he felt he needed to catch up. So we went back to swinging — once every couple of weeks, at first. I still wasn’t up for much — I’d take on some guy, and your Pa would shoot for three. The old group had changed, so we drifted a bit; contacts from one group got you others. I was part of the problem, I guess — or your Pa was. He was taking more than his fair share." She cocked her head. "Am I boring you, Boy?"