"I don’t!" Lon held up his hands. "If I hadn’t been pissed about the injustice of having to cough up my girlfriend for that thing, I’d have never…"
"Do you feel bad?" Beth asked.
"Yeah," Lon nodded. "By the second pass, I really didn’t have it in me to abuse the shit out of the guy. Toby was the rational one of us — the guy who kept things even-handed."
"Yeah, well, even that…" Beth eyed her son. "I’m … disappointed, maybe."
Toby sighed. "I don’t know whether it was Pa coming out or something else," he sighed. "It was, well, an elegant solution…"
"Not for Fred Carter, it wasn’t!" Beth reproved. Toby nodded, ashamed; Lon went poker-faced to cover his surprise that Beth could go from being submissive to parental and back without issues… "It DID work, though," she added, "although I think that it was VERY dangerous — and that’s a good thing for Louise and the boys."
"There’s STILL Terence," Lon grunted.
Beth cocked her head. "You’ve had a blowjob from a guy and blowjobs from girls. Which is better?"
Lon frowned. "I dunno."
"What about anal sex?"
"About the same, I guess, except I’d rather look at a girl’s ass…" Lon chucked.
"On a good transvestite, you might not notice the difference," Beth teased. "But it IS indicative…"
"Of what?" Lon asked suspiciously.
"If you’d been a one hundred percent committed, dyed in the wool heterosexual, you couldn’t have done what you did — especially the second time, once the anger let up," Beth posited. "But you’re pretty close, I bet." She eyed him and added, "You have a problem with right and fair, Lonnie. It’s gotten you into trouble before, and it’s going to again — and it could have done so this time! You need to get a handle on it."
Lon arched an eyebrow. "Well…"
"Life isn’t fair, Lonnie. And people don’t always do what is right. YOU should try to BE fair and DO right — but you shouldn’t always expect it of others, and attempts to punish their transgressions can backfire on you. Set an example, and limit yourself to imposing your will on those willing to accept it." Beth flicked her eyes to Sally.
Lon looked grumpy, but said nothing.
"And me, Ma?" Toby asked, drawing Beth’s fire.
Beth pursed her lips. "There are a bunch of things going on with you, Son. I don’t know, but I think you’re just a little bit left of Lonnie. And you’re showing bits and pieces of your Pa — but I think you’re smarter about it. Please be careful." Toby pursed his lips and nodded.
"This still doesn’t explain what we’re supposed to do about Terence," Lon complained.
Beth puffed out a breath. "Put up with him, I guess," she advised. "Don’t rag him because of his problem — he’s having a hard enough time with it."
"What if he wants to… ?" Lon’s voice trailed off.
"That’s up to you," Beth replied. "But it always was. He won’t ask you to suck him, but…"
"He might ask to suck me — or he might ask me to fuck him," Lon finished. Beth nodded. "I dunno about that," he grunted. "C’mon, Sally — time to go home." Sally followed him out.
That left Beth with her son. "Are you going to… ?" she asked carefully.
"Yes." Toby knew that the question ended "Dominate me?" not "Fuck me?"
"Is that… ?"
"Wise? I’m not certain. But it is convenient, and besides, we’ve already stipulated that you prefer to be dominated by males. Candace will continue to play, but when you need more, I’ll try to deliver," Toby announced.
"What about Terence?"
Toby shrugged. "Well, he’s already sucked me, once. Louise got carried away … I thought you knew."
"Well, I might have," Beth replied, eyeing her son sidelong, "but I was sworn to secrecy. How did he do?"
"Great, actually — but he was under duress. I … Ma, I think that when I get hot, I can influence women, mentally…"
"THAT would be a first!" Beth laughed.
"I’m serious, Ma! I’ve been … running experiments. And if I’m charged up, I get my way, whatever the woman starts out thinking about it. It’s worked on just about every female I’ve tested it on…" Toby shook his head, remembering. "I was coming up with this dream scenario — kind of version one of what we ended up doing to Fred — and Louise just took it and ran with it, like I was projecting it into her brain. But it wasn’t Fred, it was poor Terence. I had to bring Jean in afterwards to give him something to buck him up…" He gave her another look. "I don’t suppose you are surprised that Jean DID fuck him, without so much as a whimper…"
"You’re convinced, then?" Beth asked her son.
"Yeah, but no one else is."
"Well, use your powers for good…" Beth couldn’t help grinning.
Toby squelched an impulse to make her do something out of character and completely embarrassing through main force of will — especially since something incestuous like sucking his cock would make the top of the menu.
Beth saw the effect of her teasing and shifted back to the subject at hand. "If he wanted it, would you do it again?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"What about fucking him?" Toby grimaced; Beth nodded. "The bad news is Lon’s attitude," she related. "Terence has a thing for Lon — don’t tell him!"
"Oh, boy!" Toby shook his head. "Nothing is ever easy…"
"You got THAT right!"
"I HAD to fuck a black guy!" Lon fumed, driving Sally home. "Now everybody thinks I like it…"
"I wish you’d fuck ME," Sally mumbled, downcast. "Ever since I…"
Lon looked over at her, surprised. "What the matter, Honey?"
"Ever since that guy…" Sally whined, "You’ve been acting like I’m ruined…"
"Oh." He HAD, too, Lon realized. This wouldn’t do — but he’d already dropped three loads today, for chrissakes! "Is your mama home?"
"Probably."
"Maybe we’d better go to my house," Lon mused.
"We’re almost AT my house!" Sally pointed out.
"Yeah." Should he try to put things off? Sally’s inferiority complex had apparently kicked in … No, he would do his best. If her mama turned him away, then it wasn’t his fault…
They’d both forgotten about the way Sally was dressed. Eleanor Harkness took one look as they came in the door and all Hell broke loose! "What is THAT?" she demanded, waving at Sally’s state of undress.
"Uuuh…" Sally’s eyes popped. Oh, shit!
Lon couldn’t agree more. Maybe he could distract Sallly’s mama. "Oh, hi! Sally and I are just coming from, I dunno, something she was doing with Teela…"
"Something that doesn’t require a bra?" Eleanor demanded.
Oh, fuck! Lon’s mind went into overdrive. That wasn’t the worst of it, either…
"Did you go out this morning like that?" Eleanor demanded.
"Uhh, yes … Teela and I were…" Were what? What am I gonna try to sell here? Sally wondered.
Eleanor got too close; a flick at Sally’s skirt revealed her other lack… "I do NOT believe you, Young Lady! Get upstairs!" She whirled on Lon, "And YOU! What have you done to my daughter?"
"Uhh…" Lon stammered.
"I see that both of you are fully prepared for this conversation," Eleanor said scornfully.
'Oh, God… ' Sally thought fast. "Lon didn’t know about this! Teela and I went out to, well, tease some guys. Lon is just bringing me home…"