Lon’s finger popping out of her ass set off another shockwave; Jean was devastated. Arguably, this was her biggest orgasm to date! It was embarrassing and humiliating — and a source of masochistic joy. Jean’s body had betrayed her
Lon, intent on extending his own pleasure, crawled off the couch and circled to his earlier position, gasping, "Suck!" and shoving his cock at Jean’s face. Jean didn’t argue, especially after he stuck his thumb in her vagina and started teasing her pulsing sphincter with a fingertip; instead, she made like a vacuum cleaner without even thinking about it. When she came back to herself, it was to Lon nodding to himself, murmuring, "That’s some good shit! I guess I don’t have to ask you if you enjoyed yourself…"
Excess emotion did a flip-flop, and Jean burst into tears. She’d been embarrassed, humiliated; Lon had blackmailed her into sex and she’d had the mother of all orgasms! Now she would probably never be rid of him…
But Lon sat back on his haunches, withdrawing his hand, and murmured, "This has been expensive — but I guess we both learned something…" With that, he got up and started collecting his clothing. Stepping into his shorts, he observed quietly, "Sex and romance are a good combination — but it seems like only guys understand that they don’t HAVE to go together. Want me to get you a washrag?"
Sniffling, Jean waved it off, then choked out, "What did YOU learn?"
Lon eyed her for a moment, then said, "I learned — again — that women aren’t reasonable." Then he turned and walked out.
Chapter 18
Posted: February 18, 2009 - 12:31:12 pm
Rick deleted the pictures before he left his driveway — but he carried the laptop into Toby’s house. "Hey, Toby."
Toby looked at his friend in surprise. "What are YOU doing here? How did you get loose?"
"Lon sprung me," Rick replied. "Once you were done with Mom…"
"Oh." Toby absorbed this. "Yeah. Stupid to lock you down if she’s going to play … Why come here, then? Where’s Lon?"
Rick looked embarrassed. "He’s busy and, well, you and Mom making out got me going … I was hoping…"
"Oh." Toby nodded. "Ma. Well, she’s in bed — she pulled a double last night."
"Oh, okay." Rick made to back out. Candace was a less-than-perfect solution, but he figured he couldn’t go home…
Toby seemed to read his mind. "What’s up?"
"I can’t fix this at home, you know?" Rick replied carefully. Telling Toby that Lon was at his house trying to make his mother wasn’t on Rick’s preferred list of revelations.
Toby nodded. "You can call Candace…"
"Yeah."
Toby grimaced; he and Rick apparently shared an opinion of Lon’s meddlesome mother. "Yeah, I know — nice bod, but why couldn’t she be a blonde or have a frontal lobotomy?"
Rick grinned. "Yeah. Or both, although being blonde probably would be enough…"
Toby chuckled. "Too bad her bleach job doesn’t lower her IQ."
They were both giggling at that when Beth stuck her head around the door, "Toby? Sweetheart? Who’s there?"
"It’s Rick, Ma," Toby supplied.
"Oh." Somehow, the single syllable transmitted hope and expectation, pleasure and sadness.
Toby eyed his friend and shrugged, smiling. "He’s here for you, Ma."
"Oh?" It was a whole different word. "I’m not dressed…"
"I don’t think you have to be, Ma," Toby replied. "Does she?"
"Nope," Rick agreed.
Beth’s heart thundered in her chest, "Come to bed, then…"
Rick grinned, waved at Toby, dropped the laptop on the coffee table, and followed Beth’s beckoning hand around the corner she’d been hiding behind to find her ample ass swaying down the hall in front of him. Seconds later, he was flat on his back on the bed, moaning and cradling Beth’s head as she knelt over him, swallowing his aching cock, her big titties alternately swaying above and pressing against his thighs.
Rick didn’t last long; Beth swallowed his juice and murmured, "Why all the urgency, Baby?"
"Toby came over and had Mom on the couch. It was…"
"Stimulating?" Beth chuckled. "So you raced out to have sex with an old fat woman?"
"I wouldn’t call it that," Rick argued. "More like most incredible…" Embarrassed, he shut up.
So Beth filled it in for him, "Slut?"
"I was going to say piece of ass…" Rick hung his head. "I guess that isn’t any too polite."
Beth smiled crookedly. "Not for most girls, but I’ll take it in the spirit in which it was intended. But what about Candace?"
Rick grimaced. "Sex aside, Candace is a pain!"
Beth shrugged. "She likes you."
"I don’t like being bossed around."
"Maybe you can get her to work on that."
"Maybe Toby can," Rick replied. "He seems capable of miracles. Me — I doubt it."
"Too bad," Beth observed neutrally. "It kind of messes things up. With Toby and Jean together, Lon has me, basically — if you don’t like Candace, then there are issues…"
"Maybe," Rick hedged. "Mom needs to get less romantic and share the wealth — then we can all kind of move freely…"
"That’s up to her, isn’t it, Hon?"
"It’s only fair."
"Maybe," Beth returned, "But most girls like to be able to say who and when."
"You don’t…" Rick replied.
"Noooo. But I’m … different. Generally, you don’t just tell a girl who she should have sex with — and if you try, it leads to trouble." Beth stroked Rick’s chest.
"It’s only fair!" Rick flared. "I’ve tried you and Candace, and Toby has tried her and Candace…"
"So Lon should get a crack at her?" Beth shook her head. "You know your mother, Baby — do you think she’ll listen to that kind of logic?"
"Only if she has to," Rick sighed. Lon probably had his hands full.
Beth started fondling Rick’s erection. "Well, hopefully, it will all shake out. In the meantime, I don’t suppose you have it in you to give an old fat woman a ride?"
Rick grinned from ear to ear. "From behind?"
"Sure, Baby…"
Beth got four orgasms before the door flew open. Toby stood there, clearly enraged. "You let Lon blackmail your mother into having sex with him?" he roared.
"Huh?" Rick lurched to a stop. "No, he just got me off from being grounded!"
Toby waved the phone. "That’s not what your mother says! Where are these pictures?"
"I deleted them," Rick said defensively. "I didn’t want Candace getting them. Lon agreed with me; we only needed to shake Mom up a bit and cool her out."
"On the laptop?" Toby grated.
"Yeah," Rick replied. "I made sure they were off the camera. After we showed them all to Mom, I deleted them from the laptop."
Toby rolled his eyes. "You are SOOOO lucky! I hope for your sake she decides to talk to you again sometime before you graduate!" He turned to leave.
"Wait! What happened?" Rick asked anxiously.
"Lon blackmailed her into having sex! She’s all freaked about it — blackmail is Ma’s thing, not hers! She’s het up about the pictures, and, I dunno, something else she won’t tell me…"
"Give me the phone, Sweetheart — I’ll see if she’ll tell me," Beth offered. Sighing, Rick extracted his hard-on and followed her off the bed. Beth took the phone and said, "Jean, Sweetie, this is Beth. Tell me what’s up…"