Jean pursed her lips and shook her head. "That’s REALLY dangerous!"
Toby nodded. "I’ve locked it all down and encrypted it — maybe a pro could get at them, but nobody short of that. But if Candace slips the leash, I HAVE to protect Ma!" He rubbed Jean’s cheek. "And you…"
Jean shuddered. "PLEASE, be careful, Dear!" she implored.
"I will. I won’t surface the things unless it is necessary — and then only enough to keep Candace from doing something REALLY stupid to Ma," Toby replied. "Anything less than that…" He shook his head.
"What’s wrong?" Jean asked.
"It’s going to be hard to tell where to draw the line," Toby replied. "You see, Ma really likes it kind of extreme, and she likes a lot of it. Once she gets going, Candace might not be able to keep up with her — and the guys might not be enough…"
"Really? Wow!" Jean was amazed; meek little Beth was apparently some kind of kinky nympho … Things were getting SO weird…
Lon turned away from the window, leering. "Okay, that’s it! They’re cuddling and shit now; Superdick has unloaded in your mama and they’re probably declaring their undying love for each other…" Lon thought that concept hilarious.
"Shit, I hope not!" Rick grunted. Candace was right; you couldn’t get all emotional about a woman twice your age without shit rolling downhill. But the first drop of rain on his head put an end to his distraction, "C’mon! Let’s get out back and under cover! It’s gonna rain like Hell!" The pair dashed out of hiding and through Rick’s side gate, headed for the protection of the patio awning.
Jean’s conscience started nagging her; it was time to let her own cat out of the bag, "Dear, we need to be more careful."
"Hmm?" Shit! Was she going to try to sew it up again?
"Well…" Jean looked away. "When I told you I was on the Pill the other day, I told the truth, but…"
"But?"
Jean grimaced. "It’s only been a couple of days. We should use rubbers or something for a while…"
Phew! She’s not backsliding! Thank God! Toby thought, relieved. "Well, it’ll suck, but I guess it’s okay."
"We can always do other things," Jean offered. "I can suck you or you can use my…" Her voice trailed off as she realized just what she was offering.
"Ass?" Toby guessed. "You seem to like that…"
"I do," Jean admitted. "I used to cum that way — but you’re a lot bigger than my husband was…"
"Well, I’ll be gentle, if we try it," Toby assured her. "For now, it’s no big thing."
"Good!" Relieved, Jean pulled Toby down to her, only then becoming aware of the rain beginning to thunder on the roof. Damn! Undoubtedly, Lon and Rick would be coming in … Somehow, that didn’t matter all that much; she just couldn’t summon the willpower to push Toby away and get up. Even the more urgent issue of the puddle of semen leaking out of her vagina to pool under her ass was a minor one…
Chapter 17
Posted: February 18, 2009 - 12:31:12 pm
"You owe me five bucks!" Lon chortled as he and Rick entered the house.
Rick grimaced; well, it had all come out okay, so… "Yeah, no problem. Remember what you promised about those pics!"
"No, it’s cool — you’re right!" Lon agreed. "We’ll need to whip them on her, but after that, they’re gone — I’ll let you do it, okay?"
"Thanks, Man," Rick replied, relieved. "When, do you figure?"
"The sooner the better," Lon replied. "But I don’t think we want to rub Toby’s nose in it, do you? They’re getting kinda close…"
Rick nodded. "Too close, maybe…"
"Let’s play it by ear." Lon pitched his voice to carry. "We’ll be up in Rick’s room, playing video games!" he yelled.
"Gawd!" Jean started. "Do you think they know… ?"
Toby pressed her back. "They know we’re not in the kitchen — and what they think about it is clear, since they’re giving us space. Relax."
"Okay." Jean was dubious. "It’s a bad precedent…"
"What?" Toby replied. "Them being courteous?"
"No, us…" Jean started.
"Don’t," Toby admonished. "Don’t get all wrapped around the axle. This is private compared to my house yesterday. Everybody saw everybody doing wild stuff — Ma took Lon and Rick BOTH on, and licked Candace’s pussy! You have nothing to be embarrassed about!"
Jean’s eyes bugged. "At the same time?"
Toby nodded. "Like I said, once Ma gets going, it’s going to be hard to draw a line…"
"I guess…" There had been a couple of close brushes in her teen years, but Jean had never had sex with another woman. "She’s pretty far out there — I’m surprised."
"Well…" Toby shrugged. "Ma says she always liked sex. Apparently, she lost her virginity at a fraternity gang-bang. And Pa reinforced it, not only by constantly telling her what a slut she was but by bringing in others and doing a lot of edgy stuff. He also pretty much smashed her self-esteem. She’s prime for just what Candace wants to make her — a sex slave!"
"And you’re going to let it happen?"
Toby shrugged. "For now. If we’re lucky, she’ll overdose or something and settle down. If not, at least she’ll be happy for a while." He backed up and rose from the couch, then pinned Jean before she could rise and kissed her. "Let’s see how it goes. In the meantime, there is the issue of us…"
"Yes." Jean looked away. "I shouldn’t, but … I’ll be here."
"So will I." Toby collected his discarded clothing and headed for the downstairs half-bath to clean up.
"God, I hope so!" Jean whispered under her breath. After the first time, she was well along toward talking herself into giving him up — but now … Now it just wasn’t possible. Maybe later, when they tired of one another … She got up, making a face at the puddle on the leather of the couch, and waddled off after him, trying to keep from dripping, her nightclothes in a wad over her arm.
An hour later, Toby was gone; he’d gone up to hang out with the other two, but found that he wasn’t in the mood for anything but solitude. Jean had cleaned up both herself and the sticky evidence of their tryst on the couch and was relaxing, watching a talk show in the den.
Video games had not been Rick and Lon’s sole occupation; Rick had downloaded Lon’s pictures to his laptop, carefully deleting them from the camera in the process. By the time the pair were done reviewing them, he was wishing he hadn’t; the pics were hot, but that was STILL his mother obviously having a ball absorbing Toby’s meat. Now he had a hard-on and no place to stick it … Well, this was supposed to cure THAT, too…
Lon winked at Rick and announced, "I think it’s time we paid your Mama a visit…" Rick grimaced, but nodded, and the pair headed downstairs.
"Hey, Jean," Lon announced himself at the door to the den, "Got a minute?"
Jean eyed the blond boy askance; THIS was a new approach… "I guess. What can I do for you?"
Lon appeared to change the subject. "How did things go with Toby?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, fine, fine…" Where was this headed?