"Okay…" Jean was confused, but maybe it would clear up, eventually.
"I probably should have thought a bit more about that, but I didn’t — it sort of made sense. Louise got me stripped down and started giving me head, then kind of turned on Terence, teasing him and egging him on … Eventually, she basically forced him to suck my cock — and she jacked him off and played with his ass and balls in the process — which made for this positive reinforcement thing and he shot off while he was swallowing my cum … Now he’s freaked — thinks he’s gay…"
"That was pretty far out there!" Jean exclaimed. "What on Earth was she thinking?"
"I dunno. When it was all over, she kind of shook herself and started apologizing — it was like something came over her, and she did it all in some weird mental state. I’m thinking that she got this fantasy in her head that Terence was Fred and she wanted him humiliated…" Toby rubbed his eyes again. "I had that kind of thing running in my head; things were all kind of mixed up between Terence, and his dad — who I’ve never seen, of course, and ideas on how we could pull something like this on him … Maybe I was projecting?"
"I don’t really believe in telepathy," Jean replied. "Maybe you two were just in the same rut, or something."
"I never did, either," Toby grunted. "But lately, if I’m aroused, women tend to do what I tell them — even women who don’t like it!"
"You mean Candace?" Jean retorted. "I think the jury is out on that one — Damian seems to be able to push her buttons, too. Besides, you didn’t tell Louise to do anything like that, right?"
"No. Didn’t tell, didn’t ask. But I was thinking about it, sort of," Toby wrung his hands. "She just looked so shocked afterward. She was 'way out there, during, doing stuff that I’m pretty sure she’s ashamed of — I mean, jacking off your own son…"
Jean glanced toward the other pair. "It isn’t vaginal sex, but…"
"Yeah. Most people would lean toward calling it incest. And she’s REALLY unhappy about it, now…" Toby turned his gaze toward the kitchen, too. "It just doesn’t make sense. She’s pretty freaked out — can’t understand what came over her. I can’t help but think it came from outside…"
"That’s just … unlikely," Jean maintained. "But I think we need to concentrate on cleanup. What did you have in mind?"
"Um, well, I think he needs two things — he needs to see that same-sex activity is okay, and he needs to have great sex with a woman…" Toby said. "Naturally, I thought of you…" he added, grinning.
"Okay, so I have sex with him — that handles one piece. What were you going to do about the other?" Jean asked.
"Well, the two of you should, uh, engage in cunnilingus, I think," Toby replied, substituting the more proper phrasing for eating pussy in deference to Jean’s sensitivity to such things. "Since we’re trying to get away from the male-male piece, it’s smarter if we do it that way…"
"Uh huh. Who does who?" Jean asked.
"Well, if we’re all going to be involved, then I’d have to say that you should do Louise," Toby replied.
"We might have to do things in stages," Jean observed, hiding her distaste for the idea. "I can’t provide great sex to Terence if I’m distracted…"
"Right." Toby thought about it. "How about Louise does you while you suck him to get him started, then you two break away and do your thing and I’ll finish up with Louise?"
"That might work," Jean agreed. 'This group thing just gets wilder and wilder… ' she thought.
"Louise?" Toby waved the black woman over.
"I’ve ruined him!" Louise moaned, wringing her hands. "He’s sure he’s queer and I’m just nuts…"
"We’re going to try to fix things," Toby declared. "I’ve briefed Jean…"
"Not the whole sordid tale, I hope," Louise husked, unable to raise her eyes to the other woman.
"I understand that you … weren’t yourself," Jean replied, charitably.
"I don’t know WHO I was!" Louise wailed.
"Okay, we’ll try to fix that as we go — first, there’s Terence," Toby insisted. "He needs to see that same-sex activity is okay — but he doesn’t need any more male-male reinforcement. And he needs to have great sex with a woman. Agreed?"
"Yeah," Louise nodded. "I busted things, and I’d step up to the plate to fix them, but we already broke some rules…"
"That’s why Jean is here," Toby murmured diplomatically. "She will provide the sex. But we need the other ingredient, so I’m gonna ask you to um, eat her, while she gives Terence some head to get him going. He’ll see that it’s cool and she’ll be getting him worked up, which will kind of help things — then she can take him on solo and I’ll finish you up…"
"It’s better than anything I can think of," Louise sighed. "He’s a mess — and I’ve apologized every way I can think of short of spreading for him — and we KNOW that’s wrong…"
"Okay, let’s do it. Jean?" Toby motioned for her to disrobe.
"We better go back to the boys' room," Louise prompted. "We still can’t risk Fred coming home…"
"Right," Toby nodded. "You take Jean’s stuff and get things ready; we’ll get him to come with us." Louise nodded and waited while Jean got out of her clothing, then took it and left.
"I feel pretty foolish right now," Jean said nervously.
"You need to handle it, then," Toby admonished. "You need to be on top of things and confident so we can help Terence. This is an errand of mercy, not just sex…"
"Okay…"
"Face me while you get a grip," Toby murmured, "Terence is watching." He smiled and waved Terence over.
Terence got up reluctantly and headed toward Toby and Jean. Mama had fallen all over herself for her part in things, but the fact was that he’d sucked a strange dick and he’d enjoyed it to the point of blowing a wad! There were so many fucked up facets to the situation that Terence’s head ached. Not least on that list was that he’d gotten off on WHITE dick; granted, Lon’s was white, too, but Toby was such a little nerdy fucker … On the flip side, Toby was hung, but… "Yeah?" he asked Toby on arrival.
"Dude, I know you’re freaking — and it’s all out of hand. I sent for Jean and she’s here to help."
"What can SHE do?"
"She’s got sensitive ears, but … Look, Man, this little episode doesn’t mean you’re gay. If anything, it means you just enjoy both sides of the fence." Toby insisted.
"Look, Dude, just call it queer and get it over with," Terence rumbled disconsolately.