Beth did so. "Louise has questions," she amplified for those outside it.
"Okay." Candace stuck her head in the door; there Louise was, bottom up… "Ask away, Hon."
"How did this all happen?" Louise asked, staring at the buff tile of the tub/shower enclosure.
Candace sighed. "It was the boys' idea. I think Lon came up with it, although it may have been my fault. I was chasing a lot of young guys…"
Okay, that confirmed Beth’s thumbnail description… "But who started it? Just intent doesn’t get you there, usually, or we’d ALL be spread by thirteen…" Louise murmured.
"I did, I guess," Jean replied. "I overheard the original conversation. I figured Candace would laugh at me if I told her without supporting evidence, so I slid into a bikini and wandered out to see if I would get hit on. I was watching for Candace’s son Lon — but Toby came out of nowhere…" There was a pregnant pause. "The next thing I knew, he was putting suntan oil on places that SHOULD have been covered — and I wasn’t arguing…"
Candace snorted. "Too bad you’re upside-down, Honey. Jean’s the most amazing shade of pink…" Everybody cackled, and Candace took up the tale, "With Jean down, it was obvious that the boys were serious. I have to admit that I was hot to make it happen, and so was Beth. Jean was the only one of us with any sense — and Toby already HAD HER number! We set up a little pool party sort of like this one, and everybody ended up falling down and getting dicked…"
"Candace! Gawd, can’t you say anything about this without making it sound gross?" Jean complained. Everyone else chuckled.
"So, how do you pair up? Do you draw lots, or something?" Louise asked.
"No, it’s by mutual agreement, more or less," Candace replied. "We’ve had some issues, here and there, when someone wasn’t interested, but mainly it has just happened however it made sense at the time, thus far…"
"And two on one?" Louise asked. "That kind of thing?"
"Oh, yeah," Candace was blasé. "I have. Beth likes it that way. Jean’s … overdue — aren’t you, Hon?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah…"
The cramps were getting bad… "I think I’m ready for Round One," Louise grunted. "Y’all probably ought to back out for a few minutes…"
"Right." Candace grinned evilly. "Beth, you can stay with her — we’ll wait out here until the mess is cleaned up and Round Two has started…"
Louise backed onto the toilet and erupted into the bowl. "So why did she make you stay?" she gasped, flushing away the first flood.
"To punish me, no doubt," Beth replied, breathing through her mouth.
"She’s serious about the Domme thing, then?"
"Uh huh. So am I," Beth related.
"Okay," Louise shrugged and got back to evacuating her bowel.
It took about ten minutes, but Louise pronounced herself ready for Round Two, "Let’s get it over with…" She got up, cleaned up, and draped herself over the tub wall again. Beth administered the enema. "Want to check on the others?" Louise grunted.
"Sure." Beth opened the door, but the other two had wandered off to the kitchen and were preparing for the luncheon. "How is it going?" Candace asked.
"We’re into Round Two, Mistress," Beth replied.
"Good, I want to get this show on the road," Candace replied. "She seems game…"
"I think so, Mistress," Beth agreed. "I’ve always liked her…"
Candace looked out the window at the pool area. "The boys haven’t killed each other or anything. The big one is hanging out with Lon and the sharp looking one is with Rick…"
"That’s good, isn’t it?" Jean hoped.
"I think so. But Toby is kind of left out," Candace mused.
"That’s general, at school," Beth sighed. "Maybe things will change, later…"
"Maybe," Candace agreed. "Go make sure Louise isn’t lonely."
"Yes, Mistress."
Ten minutes later, Louise was out, in one piece. Lunch was plenty of time to see if she was finished with cleanup…
"Okay," Candace announced, "it’s time to go outside, so we might as well go out the way the boys are dressed…" With that, she pulled off the beach wrap — which hadn’t been much, anyway. "C’mon, we can toss this stuff down in my room." She led the way to her bedroom.
Beth shrugged out of her blouse and shorts, revealing her conservative bikini. Jean flipped her tank top over her head, and stooped to step out of her shorts, revealing her tiny blue bikini. "You go, Girl!" Louise laughed. "My God, where did you get that itty bitty thing?" Blushing, Jean named a clothing store that generally catered to teens. "Well, it’s a lot hotter than THIS old thing!" Louise chuckled, as she got out of her shorts, revealing a relatively staid white and sea foam patterned bikini.
"Yeah, but it embarrasses her to death any time somebody says something," Candace chuckled. "She wears it because Toby likes it — not that the other boys don’t, too…" She waved at the door, "Let’s go."
Moments later, Lon glanced up from his place hanging on to the deep end of the pool, "Here they come…" He levered himself up out of the water.
Terence glanced up; there was Mama and three white bitches, lugging lunch, apparently. The woman in front carrying the sandwich plate was blond with dark roots, but looked pretty decent in a yellow string bikini. The second one was this little skinny redhead carrying chips and mustard and stuff. Third was Mama in a bathing suit Terence hadn’t seen her in for a while, carrying the salad bowl with some paper plates and stuff on top, and last was Beth, wearing the suit she’d apparently had on under her clothes in the van; Terence recognized the top. Beth was lugging a cooler and a pitcher of tea. They all stopped at the patio table and started setting stuff out, and the bleached blonde woman yelled, "Lunch!"
Lon reached down and gave Terence a hand getting out onto the pool deck; Rick, Toby, and Damian used the stairs at the shallow end. Everybody converged on the table; when they got there, the blonde said, "Okay, I think introductions are in order. I’m Candace; I’m Lon’s mother." Terence flicked a glance at Lon and nodded — Jeezus, the dude had EVERYTHING, INCLUDING a hot mama!
"I’m Jean," the little redhead stuttered. "I’m Rick’s mom."
Mama took her turn. "I’m Louise. I’m Damian and Terence’s mama."
Beth dimpled. "You boys already met me — I’m Beth, and I’m Toby’s ma." Terence nodded at her; it looked like the little guy, Toby, had been short-sheeted again — Beth had nice hooters and shit, but the others looked nicer, out of the gate…
Lon took over. "I’m Lon…" He shrugged; relationships had been set already.
"I’m Rick," Rick waved.
Damian inserted himself; Mama had gone third. "I’m Damian."
Terence looked at the little guy and waved his hand; Toby muttered, "I’m Toby."
"And I’m Terence," Terence grunted.
"Okay, THAT’s over with! Let’s eat!" Candace announced. Everyone gathered around the table, passing just enough words to be polite while they got food and drink. The women settled in the chairs at the table around the umbrella, leaving the males to use the various loungers.
Damian plopped next to Rick, sideways on a plastic lounger. "Does the blonde always run things?"
Rick glanced up. "Candace? Yeah, if you let her. Toby doesn’t." He grinned at Toby, who grinned back.
"So how does HE do it?" Damian asked.
"Ask Toby — I dunno."
Damian shifted his attention to Toby, who shrugged. "I don’t, either, frankly — it’s a gift. All I know is it works; when push comes to shove, Candace knuckles under." Damian shook his head. Toby added, "You’ll probably notice that there is a pecking order. Candace runs Ma. Jean argues a lot, but Candace generally wins. Us guys do what we have to — they’re our mothers, after all … I stay out of it unless I think Candace has stepped over the line — or she needs a reminder…"