Toby was there; his knees started jumping from the tension as things got more and more urgent. "Gonna shoot!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
"Take it! Take it!" Louise chanted, stroking Terence feverishly and scratching his anus with her fingernail. "Take it all!" Glancing up at Toby, she caroled, "Feed him that dick! Do it!"
Toby succumbed to temptation and tried to bury himself in Terence’s throat as his balls began to jump, "AAAUUUUUGGHH!!!" His cock spat semen into Terence’s working mouth.
Terence, wildly excited by his efforts and his mother’s manipulations, sucked down that first load, then exploded himself, blasting cum nearly four feet onto the bedroom carpet, "MMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMPH!"
Louise pumped her hand on Terence’s shaft for a moment, milking the gooey remnants, which dribbled out of her son’s cock and over her hand while she watched him nurse on Toby’s spend. Then she dropped backward to sit on the floor, looking at her gooey hand in surprise. "What the fuck was THAT all about?" she asked aloud, visibly confused. Distractedly, she licked at her gooey hand, rubbing her forehead in perplexity.
Toby let go of Terence’s head, but Terence didn’t back off instantly, instead sucking and cleaning Toby’s erection for a moment. At his mother’s distracted exclamation, he turned to regard her.
"I’m sorry, Boy!" she gushed sorrowfully, "I don’t know what came over me! I just went crazy or something…" She covered her face with her hands.
Toby went over to sit on the bunk bed. "I think," he said carefully, "maybe you got him kind of mixed up with his father and took out some anger and frustration on him. That’s a guess."
Louise thought about it. "It started out with me trying to get you to be honest with yourself — something your Pa avoids regularly. But it got out of hand, and I’m sorry…"
"I guess I could have stopped it," Terence murmured.
"No, I wasn’t letting you — and I wasn’t letting HIM, either!" Louise nodded at Toby. "You two were both dancing to some weird tune I was making up in my head … I’m really sorry, Boy. I think Toby’s got it right — I was abusing your Pa and you were just there in the middle. I don’t know what came over me. Suddenly, I was all hot to prove you were a natural-born cocksucker…"
"Maybe I am…" Terence hung his head.
"Well, you’re very good at it — but that doesn’t mean you’re gay or anything," Toby interjected. "Just, uh, multitalented." He thought about it, trying to come up with something that might defuse the situation. "I think you’re just bisexual. Most of what your mother said early on is true — in a situation where all things are equal, certain acts — oral and anal sex — aren’t necessarily gay. They’re just another fun thing to do, you know? Where you are from a sexual orientation perspective is more emotional. Do you think you can fall in love with a guy?"
Terence recoiled. "Fuck no!"
Toby shrugged. "Then you aren’t gay. End of story." He cast about for a strategy that would help cement things. "What you need is an affirmation that everything is okay after this last episode…"
"Huh?" Terence grunted.
"You need to fuck a woman, Boy, so you don’t go getting ideas that you might be queer," Louise amplified.
"Unfortunately, we didn’t plan for this. I can call Jean…" Toby offered.
"I fucked this up — maybe I ought to pay for it…" Louise sighed.
Toby thought about it. "No, I don’t think so. That might add to the problem, don’t you think? You already crossed the line, in some ways…"
"Yeah." Louise’s eyes were hooded as she eyed her son.
"Let me make a phone call."
Chapter 37
Posted: March 20, 2009 - 08:00:58 pm
"Teela? Dear, you’re going to get a sunburn…"
"Hunh?" Teela struggled up and wiped drool off her cheek. She had been lying on something lumpy — Rick! Things came flooding back… "Oh! Yeah!" she blurted, blinking owlishly up at Jean. She then glanced back down at Rick, whose eyes had popped open in the interim.
"You’re very fair skinned," Jean continued, "You may have already gotten a burn!"
"We’ll go inside," Rick announced.
"Fine," Jean agreed. "Given what you’re doing, it might be wiser to be less public about it, anyway…" she added, her mouth quirked in a grin.
Rick took in the fact that his mother had changed clothes and was now dressed in a halter and shorts. "What’s up?"
"Toby called," Jean replied. "Apparently there is some kind of emergency at Louise’s, so I’m going over there."
"Oh?" Rick looked surprised.
"It’s, uh, an odd circumstance," Jean replied, being careful with her phrasing — she didn’t want to spill the beans about the group if it wasn’t necessary. "It appears that Terence has been traumatized in some way and requires a confidence-building exercise. Since that’s not something Louise can do…"
Rick nodded, struggling to decode the vague references Jean was making to whatever activity she was describing. It sounded like she was going off to have sex with Terence for some reason… "Are you up for it?"
"I’ll be fine," Jean announced confidently.
"Okay," Rick shrugged. "C’mon, Squirt, let’s get you inside before I have to baste you!" He nudged Teela from below.
"Huh? Oh! Okay!" Teela had been able to make neither hide nor hair of the conversation between Rick and his mother … She struggled upright. "Ewww, I’m drippy!"
"Well…" Rick shrugged and rolled his eyes. Teela grabbed a towel and jammed it against her crotch.
Jean smiled and backed away, throwing, "Try not to get into TOO much trouble!" over her shoulder as she turned and headed off.
"Squirt! YOU call ME Squirt!" Teela turned on Rick. "Unbelievable!"
Rick grinned from ear to ear. "Come on, you can complain about the flood inside…" He collected the various discarded articles of swimwear in one hand and dropped the other on Teela’s shoulder. "Mush!"
"Well, cream of wheat, maybe," Teela joked. "What was all of that highfalutin' talk?" she asked, changing the subject.
Rick assumed a pensive expression. "We’ve kind of touched on it a couple of times," he murmured, eyeing her nervously.
Teela cocked her head, thinking, as they went through the slider and into the kitchen. "You and Lon and older women?" she guessed.
"Yeah." Rick ducked his head and led Teela into the den, obviously intent on getting settled before going into it.
Teela let it ride until they were seated on the big leather couch. "Okay, what’s wrong?"
Rick pursed his lips. "Nothing, maybe. I guess it all depends on you." He scratched his nose. "I probably should have kept quiet about that for a while — it’s kind of a wonder you haven’t had a fit or something. You didn’t say anything to Sally, did you?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," Teela admitted.
"Shit," Rick grunted in a quiet voice. "If I screwed up Lon with Sally I’ll never hear the end of it."
"So, are you going to tell me about it?" Teela demanded.
"Well, it depends. I’ll tell you some of it, and if you’re okay with the basics, I’ll go on. How’s that?"
"Why the big secretiveness thing?" Teela asked.
"People could get hurt," Rick replied. "I can’t just paint somebody with a big bulls-eye, you know."
"Why not?"