"Well, that won’t last," Lon opined.
"Maybe not, Sweetie, but another girl will come along…" Beth started cracking eggs.
This hit on a sore subject for Lon; Beth was sweet, but she was nearly forty — besides, Lon had his eye on something else… "Yeah…"
"Lon? What’s wrong, Baby?" Beth asked.
"Well, it’s, um, other chicks," Lon admitted. "You, well, kind of opened my eyes, you know? You kind of shifted my standards…"
"Well, thank you, Sweetie — but that will probably just make things easier for you…"
"Maybe," Lon admitted. "Fact is, I’ve got my eye on a chick…"
"That’s nice…" Beth sighed. Lon was the closest thing she had to a lover; hearing that he was already looking elsewhere was painful, but she knew it wasn’t anything she could stop…
"Well, maybe, and maybe not," Lon replied. "You put the bar up there pretty high…"
"I DO?" Beth was taken aback.
"Well, yeah…" Lon nodded. "I can’t just go on looks — any girl I take up with has to, well, like sex — a LOT! This probably sounds cold natured, but I’m not gonna want to get along without deep-throat blowjobs and such. If I take up with a chick, she’s gonna have to be real laid back about sex. Now, the flip side of that would be that she’s probably already fucking…"
"Well, maybe, Lonnie, and maybe not! I wanted dick for the longest time before I ever GOT any!" Beth chuckled. "If you’re looking at a girl built sort of like me, God forbid, she might want it BAD, but still be a virgin…"
"How am I gonna know if she’s any good?" Lon queried. "And if I’m doing her the first time, who’s gonna teach her the advanced stuff?"
Beth blinked. "Well, I could, I guess — but she’s going to have to be pretty laid back to be coming to an old cow like me for sex education. I have NO IDEA how you’re going to manage THAT!"
"Me neither," Lon sighed. "This chick I’m looking at — she’s pretty decent, but…"
"You might have to take the bull by the horns, Lonnie," Beth observed. "Give her some idea what she’s getting into…"
"She’s got this girlfriend who is sure I just want in her panties," Lon grumbled. "I do, of course — but we’ve, well, hit it off…" He grimaced. "If the girlfriend gets wind of me wanting anything fancy, she’ll screw things up for sure! Hell, I would…"
"Is there any chance you can throw this other girl off the scent?" Beth asked.
"Well, she and Rick seem to go together like matches and gasoline," Lon chuckled. "But an explosion isn’t exactly what I’m looking for…"
Beth giggled. "Well, maybe that’s just the initial reaction…"
"Maybe," Lon agreed. "But I can’t exactly ask Rick to throw himself at this chick, for nothing…"
"Well, concentrate on yours, and maybe a break will come," Beth advised. "If not, it’s not like you don’t have a supply." She shifted gears. "So, Jean was good to you yesterday?"
"Yeah," Lon agreed. "No complaints for attitude — but she fucks like she’s killing rats! I like my women, well, comfortable…"
Beth chuckled. "What have I done to you, you poor boy?"
"Hey, if I like Caddies, and Toby likes little sports cars, is either of us wrong?" Lon grinned.
"I guess not…" Beth dimpled, fishing out a second fry pan for bacon. "But some people would say I’ve ruined you…"
"Rick, for one," Lon chuckled. "Don’t get me wrong, he likes you — and he likes fucking you — but you’re an exception to his rules…"
"I don’t really expect more, Sweetie."
"How about you?" Lon asked. "Did you have fun yesterday?"
"Oh, yes, loads!" Beth grinned.
"And the new guys? They were okay?"
"Just fine — although your mother may be ducking young Damian for a while…" Beth shook her head. "She’s just not as tough as she thinks she is. Oh, with me, fine — and with the guys she pussy-whips and drags home. But some guys see right through her…"
Lon grinned. "It won’t hurt Mama…"
"It won’t hurt Mama, WHAT?" Candace breezed into the room in a light dressing gown.
Lon grimaced, but made his point, "It won’t hurt you to come out on the bottom, once in a while."
"With Damian?" Candace raised her eyebrows. "He’s black, Honey! How am I going to explain THAT?"
Lon shrugged. "Is it any worse than explaining Rick, or Toby? You can’t really do THAT, either!"
"Well, maybe, but people look at color first, Hon," Candace replied. "Damian … I’m not sure he would behave himself in public, either…"
Lon grinned. "So you’re gonna duck him."
Candace looked mildly flustered. "You’re making me out to be this big chicken! I’m just avoiding an issue…"
"Uh huh."
Candace ignored the jibe, turning her attention to Beth. "Is that going to be ready soon? I’m starved! I didn’t think you two would fuck for an hour…"
Saturday was a down day for most of the extended group. Toby came by in the afternoon to check on his mother — and she eventually went home with him. Rick found things to tinker with outside — the lawn mower, mainly. Lon goofed off.
At the Carter home, Louise and her sons had to be circumspect — Fred was home for the weekend, whether any of them liked it or not. Certainly Fred and Louise didn’t — and since it cramped their ability to conduct any post-mortem for the sex party, the boys weren’t thrilled, either.
Fred went out for the evening, though, which freed them up for conversation. Sitting in front of the TV, Damian asked mildly, "So, how was ass?"
"Sweet — but it might have been Beth," Terence replied. "She’s real sweet…"
"And enemas?"
"Well, not fun, but if you don’t want to get all messy…"
Damian nodded. Big Bro was movin' on down the road — and this Beth might be helping…
Terence opened up with, "I couldn’t believe it when you started treating that Candace like a ho'…"
Damian grunted. "Surprised myself — but it was the thing to do."
"She didn’t like it. It won’t happen again," Terence opined.
"She didn’t really fight, Bro. It was, like, she only said what she figured she had to for other folk…" Damian insisted.
"You sure?"
"Well, maybe it wasn’t that simple," Damian sighed. "But she COULD have done something about it, a bunch of times — screamed bloody murder, or whatever. Didn’t happen."
"Well, Toby kicked it off, right?"
"Yeah, but it didn’t end when he walked off. As long as I held the leash, she was gonna heel…"
"It still ain’t gonna happen again." Terence got up and headed out to the kitchen. "Mama, are we gonna do that again?"
"What, boy?" Louise looked up from her kitchen TV. The boys and Fred had totally different tastes in television…
"What we did yesterday."
"Dunno. I think so, but maybe not everybody at once. Why?"
"I was thinkin' if Damian pissed that Candace woman off…"
"I’ll talk to Beth."
"Beth?"
"Hi Louise." Beth recognized her caller immediately.
"About yesterday…"
"Yes?"
"How … successful was it, do you think?"
"It went well, I thought," Beth said carefully.
"What does that mean for the future?"
"What do you mean?"
"How often do you have those … parties?"
"Oh." Beth thought about it. "They just happen, generally. But it’s not like everybody has to get together."
"Oh, okay."
"It’s an access thing, sort of," Beth related. "The boys have access to us. They just arrange for it. Or they show up and you’re not busy — whatever. Of course, for me, they have to ask Mistress, but that isn’t generally an issue…"