"Yes, Toby!" Where had that look come from? For a moment there, he looked just like Roy…
"I’m serious, Ma. She’s going to look for something she thinks that you can’t possibly bring yourself to admit having done to me — probably something that directly interferes with my control of you and of her. I’m telling you now that there is NOTHING that you can’t tell me — and if you fail to tell me something and I find out about it, I will personally beat you like Pa used to and you’ll have to cover up for a week while the bruises go down! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Beth was aghast. "You knew about that?"
Toby looked away. "Yes."
"What else do you know?"
"Quite a bit," Toby sighed. "Pa wasn’t as secretive as he thought he was — or maybe he wanted me to see, after all. I had my ways of knowing what was going on…" He thought about it for a moment. "Candace may try to use your past on you, so I think we should short-circuit that. Tell me about life with Pa. Tell me the high points — and the low points. Don’t whitewash anything, and don’t leave anything out."
"Sweetheart, I have to go to work in a couple of hours!" Beth argued, attempting to sidestep the issue.
"We can cover the high points by then. Here," Toby held out a towel, "you’re going to look like a prune. Come on out and we can continue this while you get ready for work."
Here, Beth realized was an immediate difference from what she was beginning to think of as the old Toby — he didn’t hand her the towel, get up, and leave — or even avert his eyes! He stood there, holding it out, waiting expectantly. "Toby! I’m naked!"
Toby nodded. "We cleared that up before I even came in here," he agreed. "We also covered the fact that I’ve seen it all by now. Come on out." He stood there for a few seconds before impatience began coloring his expression, "NOW!"
Suddenly, Beth was standing in the tub without remembering how she got there! Toby’s eyes had gone all dark, like Roy’s…
Toby pushed the towel into her limp hands. "Come on, you’ll get cold if you aren’t careful." He turned away, his point made. "I’ll meet you in the bedroom."
Beth dried herself rapidly, followed Toby into the bedroom, her towel tucked around her, and settled herself onto the bed gingerly beside him, hairbrush in her hand; there was no way she could leave it to dry on it’s own, and no way she could make Toby wait for her to use a hairdryer. As she began to brush her hair out, Toby instructed her, "Okay, tell me the whole thing. Don’t gloss over anything, and don’t leave anything out — If Candace tries to hit you with your past, I want her to be ineffective. I know a bit more than you think, too, so don’t let me catch you NOT telling me something important…"
"Yes, Sweetheart." Fortunately, the hair brushing kept her from having to look at her son… "Where should I start?"
"At the beginning?" Toby guessed. "At the most embarrassing? Pick one."
"Okay…" Beth started brushing furiously. "I’m … obsessed with sex — always have been…" Over the next half-hour, Toby got the high points. Some of it was highly erotic — and the fact that Ma’s towel-wrap couldn’t possibly survive the abuse she was giving her hair added a fine view of her nude body to the mix. But Toby held out; Ma was off-limits. Thank God Candace had drained off his excess!
Candace seethed mildly as she drove home. Toby had humiliated her to death in front of Lon and Rick — and Beth, too, for that matter, despite the fact that he made it clear that he supported her control of his mother! Lon she wasn’t too worried about, but if Rick should get ideas, things could get ugly — she was NOT going to be every boy’s plaything, despite whatever hold Toby appeared to have on her! And as to that … Candace frowned. It still wasn’t clear to her just how Toby did it — he would just suddenly change his attitude and she found herself doing whatever she was told — and sometimes, more than that! The mechanism wasn’t clear — and that made fighting it difficult. Obviously, having witnesses present didn’t change things, either. The whole thing made her REALLY uncomfortable…
It irked her that her control over Beth was at his whim, too — that hadn’t been the plan. Even worse was the fact that Beth knew it! Well, she would come up with something … For now, Beth seemed to be fine with the threat of the nonexistent pictures — but Candace wasn’t. There was no REAL threat there, because there were — apparently — no REAL pictures; at least she HOPED there were no real pictures, since if there were, she was implicated as well as Beth…
And that was ANOTHER hammerlock Toby had on her! Even asking him about it gave him a weapon; he could lie about it, either way, for instance, and she would never know the truth until he surfaced one! No, her control of the situation was tenuous at best — and SOMETHING must be done or it might evaporate altogether! But what? Candace didn’t know…
Lon was taking Rick home after what both of them considered to be a very full day. "So, Man, what do you think of Beth?"
"Wow!" was all Rick could think of.
Lon gusted a sigh of admiration for the female in question, "I’ll never look at chunky chicks the same…"
"Me, neither!" Rick agreed. "But your mom…"
"Yeah, I know — she was a pain in the butt, poking her nose and that camera here and there, pissing people off … I think I get the reasons for it, but…"
"It was a total pain in the ass!" Rick ranted. "I thought I was going to start cheering when Toby put her in her place…"
Lon scratched his ear. "That was weird, Man — you have no idea. I’ve seen Mama with — I dunno — a couple of dozen dudes, and she isn’t much for being told what to do." He shook his head, perplexed. "Toby just rolled right over her … How did she act with you?"
Rick thought about it. "Like normal, I guess. She called the shots. I let her, because she knew what she was doing — but I don’t think she’d have let me tell her what to do…"
"Yeah, probably not," Lon agreed. "I’ve NEVER seen Mama do deep throat — I didn’t know she could!"
"It sounded to me like Toby was her first," Rick opined.
"Talk about starting with the advanced group!" Lon chuckled. "Toby’s a fucking surprise, Man. He’s got that dick, and he has SOME damned thing that lets him roll over women, when he puts his mind to it…"
"Yeah, weird." Rick was feeling somewhat inferior over the whole cock size thing — who would have thought that he would be the smallest of the three of them?
Lon’s next question threw him off-guard, "So, Man — how IS Mama, compared to Beth?"
"Uuuhhh…" Rick thought about it. "She looks good — but you know that. She’s a helluva fuck. She gets big orgasms — which is nice — and they’re fairly easy to get her to … She gives pretty good head — but Beth is better."
Lon chuckled. "Maybe not, now that Toby has broken in her throat!"
"Yeah." Rick shrugged. The two women were very different in approach; Rick hadn’t really felt like Candace was controlling him — merely guiding him to their mutual satisfaction, which had been top-drawer, and left him feeling as if he had accomplished something. But Beth had happily collected her little cums while urging him to take his, anyway he wanted it. Which was better? Tough to say…
"So who is better?" Lon prompted.