"So, are you still down on Rick for this whole sex thing?"
Damn. Jean hadn’t decided exactly what to do about Rick. "It’s still dangerous. Frankly, it’s your mother that worries me — and those pictures! If they ever get out…"
"Mmmm, yes." Suddenly, Lon was as cool as a cucumber. "Speaking of pictures…"
Jean was instantly uneasy. "What about them?"
Lon pulled a face. "Not THOSE pictures, necessarily," he chided. "I imagine just about ANY pictures would be an issue, don’t you? These, for instance…" He sat the laptop on the table in front of her and pressed the spacebar, and a slideshow of her morning tryst with Toby began flickering across the screen, one picture every 5 seconds or so — plenty of time to see enough detail to know who it was and what they were doing.
Jean went slowly ashen. "Yes," she croaked. "These could be a problem…" She flashed a glance at her son — How COULD you? was clear in her expression.
"This wasn’t Rick’s idea, Jean," Lon pulled her back. "It was mine. But it will fix Rick’s problem, I figure. Won’t it?"
Meanwhile, the slideshow progressed to the point where she and Toby had entered the den and really gotten going. Jean wet her lips. "What do you mean?"
Lon shrugged. "I’m thinking that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander — don’t you? You and Toby had it on pretty hot and heavy in here. Do you think it’s fair to ground Rick and keep him from getting any pussy when you’re handing it out?"
"It wasn’t like that!" Jean protested.
"No? How was it? That’s you ripping Toby’s clothes off, isn’t it?" Lon pressed.
Jean eyed Lon as if he were a wild animal — and he WAS — and his mother was WORSE… "What do you want?" she asked fearfully.
Lon pursed his lips. "Well, I want you to lighten up and let things go, for one thing. You’re in this just as deep as everybody else, don’t you think? We can’t have you going all noble and dumping the whole situation on somebody who might screw it up — you see that now, don’t you?"
"Yes," Jean replied hoarsely.
"That’d be item one," Lon resumed coolly. "Item two we’ve already kinda touched on — I think you need to back off on this idea of depriving Rick of pussy — don’t you?"
"I’m just trying to protect him!" Jean looked up at her son; her eyes pled.
"Sure," Lon agreed equitably, "But you’re setting up another unfair situation — you get to fuck, Mama gets to fuck, Beth gets to fuck, Toby gets to fuck — but Rick DOESN’T get to fuck. That leads to serious hard feelings, you know? And people get all vengeful, and shit falls apart. I’m sure you understand."
"Yes," Jean agreed dully. What ELSE was she to do? When it came right down to it, Lon was obviously right, because there Rick stood, an accessory for this bout of blackmail.
Lon plowed blithely on, "In fact, I think you ought to send him off to get some pussy from Mama or Beth right now, 'cause I know that he’s worked up from seeing these pics … My, THAT’s a nice on, there! Look how red in the face you are! Anyway, I think he should go get laid, because Toby already has today and he’ll get left out…"
"Well," Jean choked out, "YOU haven’t…"
Lon grinned like a crocodile. "Yeah. That brings us to item number three. You see, something else unfair is in the wind. Rick, here — he’s had Mama, and he’s had Beth. Toby’s had Mama and he’s had you! Of the three of us, I’m the only one who hasn’t had two of you. I think it is time you were nice to me once, don’t you?" He flicked a glance at the laptop, where the final, totally damning pictures were cycling through. "Given the situation?"
Jean sat in open-mouthed shock. "They said yes! They volunteered!"
Lon nodded. "Yeah, they did." He winked. "I think you ought to too, don’t you?"
This is so unfair! Jean wailed to herself. I don’t want to just fuck Lon because he is one of the boys! "B-but…"
"Mom," Rick interjected. "Lon’s right. You’re not going about this right — you’re getting all romantic and gooey with Toby and YOU told ME that THAT isn’t smart! You need to do someone else, here, and get some perspective, before somebody gets hurt! Lon won’t hurt you or anything!"
Jean stared at her son as if he had two heads! Was he NUTS? But Rick pressed, "You need to think rationally, Mom. What are you going to do — have Toby’s kids?"
Jean’s eyes popped and she rocked back, collapsing into the couch back. Good God! "I, uh…" She flicked a glance at Lon, who merely underlined his position by glancing at the slideshow, which was starting to replay. Jean swallowed and looked away from both of them, but murmured, "Rick, maybe you should go see Beth — or Candace — whichever one you want … I’d … call Candace first, though…"
Satisfaction flowed from Lon. "That’s perfect. Tell you what — I’m gonna have Rick take this thing with him — but don’t you think you ought to sit through the whole thing first? It’s only a minute or two…"
"I…"
"I’ll restart it." Lon did so. "I’m gonna plop down here." He settled next to Jean. "Rick, you want to give us a couple of minutes while you change? By the time you’re done, she should have seen it all…"
"Uh, sure…" Rick was dubious — was Lon going to press for something else while he was gone? Well, he’d gotten his end — Lon ought to get his, as long as he wasn’t a TOTAL asshole about it. He turned and headed out.
Lon watched him leave, then turned to Jean, who stiffened. Lon grimaced, "Hey, don’t be like that! I don’t plan to push you into all kinds of terrible shit, or anything — I just want my sample, that’s all! There IS an upside to this, you know — Rick’s right, you can’t, like, MARRY Toby! You need to make some comparisons before you get all tied up with Superdick!"
"Superdick?" Jean eyed Lon incredulously. "You call him that?"
"Watch the show!" Lon ordered imperiously, then added, "We really ARE gonna send it out when Rick comes back down — you need to see it all. Yeah, I sorta coined that name for him — he IS pretty damned big, you know!"
"I wasn’t…"
"Sure?" Lon finished for her. "See? That’s all part of the problem — you got no basis for comparison! Here…" He started undoing his shorts. "Keep watching the show — you can look at it later — but for now, you can get a feel…" He shucked out of his shorts and underwear, took Jean’s hand and placed it on his aching cock.
Jean willed herself not to recoil, flicking a glance at the object in her hand. It was … different…
"Yeah, I’m not circumcised," Lon grunted. "Watch the show! If you’re lucky, this will be your only opportunity!"
Jean had seen plenty, but she turned back to the laptop obediently — Lon was holding all the cards. "What are you going to do with those?" she asked.
"Nothing, hopefully," Lon replied. "This really IS the limit of it — we just want you to cool out and get with the program! Tell you what — I’ll tell Rick to give’em to Toby, okay?"
"Nooo!" Jean wailed. "Not that!" God! What would he think of her?
Lon frowned. "Take it easy! It isn’t as if it’s pics of you and ME! Why are you freaking?"
"I look like a slut…" The picture being shown was one of the latter ones; she was humping up at Toby, red-faced.
Lon frowned, waving at the picture. "You sure have a different take on being a slut than guys do! This is HOT! YOU are HOT! That’s a GOOD thing — and Toby would agree with me!"
"Maybe," Jean wrung her hands, "but I’m not sure I want to be thought of as a slut — especially by Toby!"
"Oh," Lon countered. "I get it — but I think it’s the wrong attitude. Like Rick says, you can’t be getting all lovey-dovey with Toby — he’s too young! Give yourself a break! You want to get hurt? You want HIM to get hurt?"