"Well, I knew about the heavy thing…" Rick murmured.
"Maybe, but I’m sure you never heard her call herself a pig."
"Nooo…"
"Mama thinks this is all a kind of thing she’s seen a couple of times," Lon explained. "Mama thinks that Beth likes to be controlled."
"Controlled?" Rick frowned.
"Yeah. Bossed around. Pushed some. Made to do things. I don’t get it all, but Mama thinks Beth needs a keeper as well as sex partners."
"I don’t get it, either," Rick scratched his head, then combed his curls back with his fingers.
"Mama said it goes something like this: Let’s say that you want to do wild shit, but you’re scared."
"Okay."
"So, you need to be pushed into it. One way or another, you let somebody else get control over you — the blackmail thing."
"Okay…" Rick’s brow was furrowed.
"Now, this other person owns you — you HAVE to obey them! So when THEY tell you to do wild shit, it’s not your fault…"
"Oooohhhh! Okay! I get it!" Rick nodded. "So what’s up?"
"We’re going to go and fuck Beth — both of us — preferably at the same time. We’re not gonna take no for an answer." Lon held up a hand to forestall objections, "Well, if Beth is adamant about it, maybe — but Mama says she won’t be — it’ll just be token resistance, if any. Beth really wants this or she wouldn’t have come out with it."
"It’s all kind of twisted…" Rick shook his head.
"Yeah. It’s kind of a go with your gut thing. What we should expect is her mouth to say No, no! while the rest of her says Yes, yes! — which is kind of what you can expect from most any girl. The problem is that nowadays there is so much bullshit about date rape and such going on, you almost have to stop with a regular chick and hope her pussy tells her mouth to change its tune." He shook his head. "Anyway, Mama says unless she bites and scratches and yells Rape! at two hundred decibels, we can ignore it. Bullshit like, 'Gee, I’m not sure we should be doing this… ' we can walk right over."
Rick frowned. "Okay, if you say so…"
"Man, she’ll just be covering her ass — trust me. If she gets shrill about it, then we’ll think again — but I fucked the shit out of her yesterday, and she didn’t even put up token resistance! It’ll all be good," Lon insisted.
Rick shrugged acquiescence. "Then what?"
"Mama’s gonna show up and browbeat her some to get control over her. Then Beth will be covered — she’ll be doing whatever because Mama holds her chain." Lon amplified.
"What about Toby? I can’t see him liking this!" Rick argued.
"That’s why Toby is with Mama now," Lon replied. "She’s supposed to be explaining all this shit to Toby. If she’s right, Toby has seen some shit, and he’ll probably understand. On the other hand, if she’s wrong, she should be able to get THAT from Toby, too, and she’ll call us and tell us to go easy."
"Oh, okay," Rick replied. "So if Candace doesn’t call us…"
" … Then the talk with Toby went the way she figures it will and we’re to go ahead," Lon confirmed.
"Is your phone working?" Rick asked.
Lon flipped it up and held it out. "Five bars." He clipped it back on his belt just in time to have both hands to pull into the Tolliver’s driveway. "So, are you good with this?"
"What does Mom say?" Rick asked.
Lon sighed. "She doesn’t know, Man. Think about it — she doesn’t want ANYBODY fucking ANYBODY! We’re gonna let her in on advanced shit?"
"Oh." Rick grimaced. "She’s gonna find out, eventually."
"We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Man. Is it an issue?" Lon eyed his friend expectantly. How many times had they done shit that Jean would have had a conniption about if she knew, anyway?
"No." Rick thought about it. He could be a wuss and back out — and miss getting laid! Pussy you passed up was irreplaceable — if you go it some other time, that’s TWICE you COULD have had it… "Fuck, no!"
Lon threw open his door. "Let me lead; I’ve dicked her and I’ve heard the shit she comes out with. Once you’re comfortable, you can pitch in and be second dick."
"Cool," Rick said, following Lon up the walk. Then he grabbed his arm, "What about this thing, doing her simultaneously? How are we gonna do that?"
Lon shrugged. "She gives hellacious head, Man — and she’s been done in the ass — she told me so!"
"Sounds messy," Rick grunted. "If I do that, I’ll want a rubber."
Lon waved at the car. "Look in the glovebox." He stood there, waiting, while Rick went back and rummaged in the car.
Rick came back, looking sheepish. "Got some lube, too."
"Good idea." Lon headed on up the walk and rapped on the door. He’d been to Toby’s, but not a whole lot of times; Toby’s house tended to be their home of last resort. The three of them had defined roles; Rick supplied the place to crash, Lon the car, and Toby made sure they all made good grades by tutoring and such. Lon’s place was the backup crash pad; the only worry was embarrassment when Mama brought home a dick. But Beth did shift work and had to sleep during the day a lot — not to mention the fact that Toby’s place was smaller, older, and lacked a pool.
Lon rapped on the door again. Ten seconds later, Beth opened it, looking mussed and dressed in a nightie and a thin robe. "Oh, hi, Beth — did we wake you?"
"Um, no…" Beth had been awake for an hour, and masturbating for ten minutes — after fighting temptation for a half-hour, at least. Most of the delay had been in hiding her dildo and picking a robe; the robe she was wearing was the flimsiest she had…
"Well, we probably shouldn’t let the neighbors see you greeting us in your nightie," Lon pressed, starting forward and forcing Beth to back up.
"Um, you’re probably right…" Beth replied, finding herself standing in the entry hall while Lon stalked into the living room and Rick closed the door behind him. "Isn’t Toby with you?" Why were they here, if Toby wasn’t?
"No, he’s at my place," Lon said casually. "Mama wanted her ashes hauled."
"Oh." What should she say to that? Apparently, Jean hadn’t convinced her son not to have sex with Candace, either. "What can I do for you?"
Lon turned to face her directly. "I figured I’d pinch your ass…"
"Oh!" Beth’s hand flew to her mouth and her eyes popped. Lon wanted sex! She turned those wondering eyes on Rick.
"Rick will figure out something to do, won’t you, Man?" Lon murmured.
"I’ll come up with something," Rick agreed, eyeing Beth wearing a predatory expression.
"What about your mother?" Beth asked Rick. She was looking left at him; the words barely left her lips before Lon, approaching from her right, began cupping an unfettered breast.
As she glanced down, surprised, Rick replied, "Mom is too uptight for her own good, sometimes. She’ll come around; in the meantime, there is no reason for me to get stupid…"
"Uh, okay. So, both of you?" Beth looked up at Lon, that surprised look lingering on her face.
"You’ve done two before, right?" Lon challenged.
Beth found a direction to look — mostly down — where she could avoid them both, but her voice was clear, "Yes."
"Okay, then," Lon pressed, "Why don’t we get comfortable?" He reached for the robe.
"Uhmmm, why don’t you two, uhh, make yourselves at home, and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes," Beth blurted, backing out of reach.