"Rick and Toby."
"My favorite boys! Come on in — you’ve all seen me. Besides, I’m all sudsy." But she sat up so that her breasts were exposed.
The boys stalked in, Lon first. He plopped on the toilet as if watching Mama bathe was the most natural thing in the world (it wasn’t). Rick followed and leaned uneasily against the sink, while Toby barely made it inside the door. "Come on," Candace encouraged him, "I need to talk to you boys, anyway." Toby sidled through the door; Candace decided that wasn’t good enough. "Toby, why don’t you get that towel over there and put it here on the edge of the tub so you have a place to sit?"
Toby’s eyes grew wary, but he was eyeing her breasts. He shrugged. Sure, it was a trap — but the cheese was impressive… "Yes, Ma’am."
"Oh, Toby, Honey — there’s no need for THAT! You call me Candace, like Rick does — we’re better friends than that!" And we’re going to get VERY CLOSE this afternoon, if I have anything to say about it! Candace added in her head. There was certainly no reason to play with your pussy in the bathtub when there were two young studs in the house!
Candace settled back in the tub. "Boys, we have a problem or two…" They all nodded — well, no doubt they knew, but they would need to know her official stance… "Jean has voiced a lot of concerns over the legality and morality of what we did yesterday — and she makes some good points." Then she smiled, "But I think she’s full of shit!" Toby opened his mouth, so she hurried on, "Okay, well, maybe it’s not THAT extreme, but she’s deep into doom and gloom, and I think there is a happy medium. Have you all discussed this?"
"Yes," Toby nodded.
"Uh huh," Lon did, too. Rick contented himself with a nod.
"Where did you all come out?" Candace asked.
"It’s a mixed bag," Rick replied, taking the lead. "Mom’s probably right in general, but like you said, she’s probably presenting the extreme case. I think basically, we’re not prepared to back off," he added, then flicked a glance at Toby, "at least most of us aren’t. We’re, uh, looking to assess the resistance from your end."
Wow! How intelligently put! So highfalutin formal!' Candace hid a smile at these thoughts. 'Now for the response… ' "Well, as you may have expected, resistance varies on our side. Jean is convinced she’s going to Hell, so things will be difficult with her — but I think a few reminders of what she’s missing will sway her. I, on the other hand, think that with proper safeguards in place, we can continue to enjoy the benefits of our libidos without serious worries."
"And Ma?" Toby asked.
"I believe that she is in my camp — but you know how she vacillates," Candace replied, maintaining the diplomatic tone of the conversation. "Still, proper reinforcement of the benefits should keep her committed to her current position."
Lon leaned back against the toilet tank. "About proper safeguards…"
Candace nodded. "Jean is right in that if we wave a red flag in front of any of the local busybodies, the least common denominator will surface and trouble will ensue," she said, thinking, Hey, I’m getting good at doubletalk! "What that means to you three is that you cannot treat us as property anywhere that isn’t TOTALLY private!" She gave them all a glare, "Not that you should be, anyway! This is a privilege you’re exercising, not a right! I hope that none of you think you own ME!" This got three wide-eyed nods; Candace hid another smile. They might be men below the belt, but they were still boys between the ears… "So. No public groping. No casual familiarity of address — stick with names — no Honey or Babe or that kind of thing. You can call me Candace and Beth by her name — no requirement for Miz So and So — but little endearments are out. Clear?" Three nods. "Ummm, I think I ought to issue a warning, and I’m going to be a little bit graphic about this: When guys are getting their ashes hauled more or less regularly, it’s natural to get to be fond of the woman doing it. That goes double for the woman, since it’s one of the ways we latch onto someone to bring home the bacon while we pump out the next generation! You need to be careful about that — marrying a woman eighteen years your senior will raise eyebrows all over the place and would probably put us all in a world of hurt! You need to remember that this is a physical thing, not an emotional one — we’re all scratching each other’s itches — period! Don’t get romantic, and don’t let your partner get that way, either! If it shows up in one of you, talk it out between you; if it shows up in one of us, let the other two know and we’ll straighten out the offender. Got it?"
"Yeah." Lon nodded.
Rick did, too. Toby raised an eyebrow.
"What’s up?" Candace asked.
"You’re expecting that kind of thing?" Toby asked.
Candace smiled crookedly. "Not in myself, I’m not — but Jean might decide she’s in love in order to justify getting sexual gratification — she seems to need to justify things — and your mother has other issues, I’m told…" Candace hid another smile at how delicately THAT trap was baited!
"How so?" Toby’s brow wrinkled.
"I think we should discuss that in private, Honey." Candace took the other two in with a glance, "In the meantime, are we clear about the basics? No outsiders — and I mean NONE! You can’t brag to the guys…" she eyed Lon, as the most likely offender," … and you might want to formulate some tale about how you met some nice college chick to cover your butt in case something DOES slip out! No intimacy ANYWHERE that isn’t TOTALLY PRIVATE! No public indication that you’re anything but an acquaintance, physical, verbal, or by mannerism! Keep an eye on each other for slip-ups! No romance! This is sex; the woman you’re pleasuring is a fuck-buddy, and that’s it! Understand?"
"Yeah." Lon got it. Some of this stuff was coming back-channel; Mama had something up her sleeve. He was going to need to talk to her off-line at some point, obviously, because she didn’t put ideas in his head for no reason, and she’d planted a couple…
"Yup," Rick nodded, too. Toby also nodded, solemnly.
"All right," Candace nodded to each of them. "If we can obey a few simple rules, this can be a helluva summer for all of us! The other girls may want to add stuff — basically, you’re going to have to negotiate separately with each of them, I imagine." She eyed Lon, and he began to get an inkling of what she was up to. "But don’t let them drop any of these rules — they’re the basics, the minimums required to keep us ALL out of trouble!" She stood up in the tub, "Toby, Hon, could you hand me that towel?" Toby blinked owlishly, and offered the one he’d been seated on. Candace used it to wrap her hair, making sure everyone got an eyeful, then pointed at the rack, "I’ll need another." Toby turned to collect another towel from the rack, and Candace turned to address the other two boys, "Toby and I should probably discuss his mother for a bit. Why don’t you two go over and see if Beth needs some company? Lon, you can brief Rick on the way…" During the conversation, Candace had regretfully put away the idea of taking on two of them today — she was just too sore. One, though, especially if he offered a bit of a challenge … Toby was the obvious choice for a couple of reasons — and from Lon’s description of Beth’s idiosyncrasies, she’d be thrilled to death to have two to deal with, sore or not! Besides, it would expose her more and make her more vulnerable … Candace and Lon were going to own Beth — lock, stock, and barrel — very soon!
Lon flicked a glance at Toby, who nodded, mentally engaged in preparing for whatever Candace had in store — sex, at least, undoubtedly. "She’s home — she has the graveyard shift tonight."