"I … Ah…" Jean realized that she was massively confused. The slideshow began recycling, offering a distraction. "That’s over," she offered.
"Are you done with it?" Lon asked seriously. "We could probably do a copy for you…"
"No…" Jean croaked. Was he teasing her deliberately? He looked serious… "I don’t need it."
Lon shrugged. "But do you WANT it?"
"Uh uh," Jean waved her hands feebly. "Please, make it go away…"
"Okay." Lon shut the laptop. "I just don’t get chicks, I guess. I’m lucky — I know just how good you can be…"
"Yes…" Jean choked out. Had Lon always been such a subtle torturer? She hadn’t noticed…
"Well, hey, can we get started, then? You were interested in my dork, there — take a look! I know you suck cock, so…" He shrugged. "How about taking your top off?"
"Okay," she husked. He had her as surely as though he had a ring through her nose, tugging it with a string. Jean flipped her tank top over her head, revealing her tiny bra.
Lon wrinkled his nose. "What do you wear THAT for?" he asked. "You don’t need a bra!"
"My nipples pop out," Jean muttered, red-faced.
"And that’s BAD?" Lon rolled his eyes. "Chicks … Take it off, please?"
"Okay." She did so.
"Better," Lon enthused. "Those are NICE nips!"
"Uh, thanks…" How far was this going? She was undoubtedly going to have to fuck him — were they going to pretend it was amicable the whole time?
Lon flopped back against the seat cushion, "Okay, it’s all yours…"
Jean got the point, turning her attention to the handful of cock she was holding. The way the skin rolled over the tip — very weird… "This is uncircumcised?"
"Yeah," Lon grunted, "Au naturel, so to speak. Never seen one like this?"
"No."
"Jack the skin back — it’ll look familiar."
Jean did as she was told; sure enough, the skin covering slid back and exposed the familiar purple head. Lon’s seemed narrower than Toby’s but maybe that was just his state of excitement — God knew Jean hadn’t given him much to work with, yet! The shaft seemed thicker, either because of the covering or just because it had more girth. "You can jack it a while if you like, but I’m really gonna want more," Lon said conversationally.
"Ummm, yeah," Jean got the hint, lowering her mouth to his erection and extending her tongue to the already somewhat gooey tip.
"Run it around under the foreskin — yeah, like that!" Lon gasped. Maybe she’ll settle down yet! he thought.
Rick found them like that, his mother bent over Lon’s lap, tonguing his cock. "I’m back," he announced. "Everything cool?"
"Sure, sure," Lon nodded, distracted. "Take that thing, willya? Where you going?" He waved at the laptop.
"Toby’s, I think," Rick muttered.
"Okay. Look, don’t get him all excited for an hour or so, okay? If he gets all pissy…" Lon warned.
"Right." Rick eyed his mother, who was watching him with an indecipherable expression, but who had not stopped rimming the tip of Lon’s cock. He took the laptop. "Dude…"
"Relax, Man — it’s all gonna go according to plan! I got no reason to do anything stupid, here; we’re gonna keep this all friendly — right, Jean?"
Jean eyed Lon, then eyed Rick, but she nodded. Rick wasn’t sure it was all cool, but he collected the laptop. "Okay, I’m gone. Mom, if you’ve got some idea in your head that this is like, the rack and thumbscrews, shake it. Try to go at the whole thing from the proper perspective. Lon isn’t raping you, or anything … It’s just sex — do the fuck-buddy thing."
Like Hell he isn’t! went through Jean’s mind, but she had to admit that he hadn’t strong-armed her. He was either awfully smooth, or he literally had no idea what he was saying — and Jean couldn’t afford to believe the latter. Instead of replying, she merely eyed her son and nodded fractionally, her tongue still probing under Lon’s foreskin.
Rick couldn’t take any more. "I gotta go," he croaked, turned, and left the room. The other two heard the front door slam moments later.
Lon chuckled, "You were killing him, you know…"
"Huh?"
"First, he gets to see you tearing it up with Toby, then he comes down and you won’t even talk to him 'cause you’re too busy licking me. There’s this hot babe at his house — and she’s his mama, so he can’t get any … His balls are probably swollen up the size of tennis balls right now. Beth’s gonna get a load…"
"Maybe. What makes you so sure she’ll just roll over and give him sex on no notice?" Jean groused. "Besides, I’m only doing this because you’re holding a gun to my head…"
Lon blinked, genuinely hurt. "That’s not how this is, really! It’s just … We’re trying to balance things…"
"Lon," Jean ranted, "Either I have a choice and can get up and walk away from this couch, or you’re blackmailing me and this is tantamount to rape!"
"Naw…" Lon looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Why do you have to be such a bitch about this? Beth…"
"Beth is a very different person than I am!" Jean retorted hotly. "She’d have to be to just accept blackmail and threats!"
"Except it didn’t happen that way!" Lon roared back. "Beth had sex with Rick and I before anybody said ANYTHING about blackmail — that was Mama’s idea! Beth was perfectly happy to fuck both of us until our eyeballs fell out, no questions asked! YOU, on the other hand…"
"What about me?" Jean snapped.
"You’re a hypocrite! You love sex and you fuck like a mink, but you act like it’s dirty and your pussy is priceless and any time you fuck it’s reducing the number of times you CAN fuck, so you have to be picky…" Lon ranted. "You idiot! Even I know that if you pass up a fuck, that’s one less you’ll get — there’s nothing stopping you but you!"
"I AM picky!" Jean shot back. "I like to CHOOSE my partners — not be railroaded into having sex with somebody because he thinks he’s been left out!"
Lon sneered. "YOU didn’t choose Toby — HE chose YOU! And YOU are not in control of THAT situation, either! Toby can steamroller you on demand, and you can’t do shit but spread your legs! What makes ME so different?"
"Charm, I guess!" Jean shot back.
"Charm? Toby?" Lon sneered again. "I think it’s more like once somebody gets a hand in your panties, your brain short-circuits!" He hauled her roughly across his lap and started hauling at her shorts. "What do you want to bet I can get your attention THAT way?"
"Lon! Stop!"
"Shut up! I’m blackmailing, you, remember?" Lon rasped. "I bet you cum like a fucking racehorse, anyway…" Goaded to serious anger, Lon let out the stops. "If you wanna be blackmailed and raped, FINE! It’s your call! If you can’t be halfway decent about shit…" Pinning her across his lap with a hand in the small of her back, he tried to work around her struggling body to get at the snap and zipper of her shorts. After a moment, frustrated, he howled, "If you wanna wear these things again, GET 'EM OFF!"
"Lon!" Shit! Jean swore at herself fearfully. Clearly, she’d goaded him to the point he was enraged and any control of the situation was lost! "Be reasonable!"
"I WAS being reasonable!" Lon ranted. "YOU refused to be reasonable! Noooo! You want to have Toby’s babies or some shit, despite the fact that he’s half your age — and you can’t tell romance from a fuck! Well, I’m gonna SHOW you a fuck!" He hauled on the waistband of her shorts with such force that Jean thought she was going to be cut in half!