"Oh? Goody! I kind of like having Candace treating me with kid gloves instead of trying to run me all the time…" At Toby’s chuckle, she added, "What do we do?"
"Leave it to me," Toby assured her. "This isn’t an instant thing — it’ll take setup. First, though, we’re going to have to get out and show the group that we aren’t being exclusive, so it’ll have to wait until you’ve publicly forgiven Lon and had make-up sex, at least."
"I’m not looking forward to that," Jean grumbled anxiously.
"Come on, now, Sweetheart," Toby chided. "It’s the best thing for the situation. We need to keep the group from getting too antsy as a whole, and Lon really didn’t do the mad rapist thing…"
"I know," Jean replied. "And he’s genuinely apologetic, too. I just…"
"Just what, Sweetheart? Out with it."
"It feels wrong. I feel like I’m doing YOU wrong."
"If you develop an emotional bond to Lon, THEN you’ll be doing me wrong," Toby countered. "Do you see that happening?"
"No."
"Then it’s okay. Make him lick your pussy. And, if you want to, let him fuck you. It’s just sex — until it’s something else."
"You know," Jean ventured, "to make things even, I should make him suck YOU!"
"Uh, Sweetheart, there are reasons — a bunch of them — why that wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m thoroughly squicked by it, for one."
"But…"
"Lesbian acts are much more acceptable in our culture than male homosexuality, Sweetheart. A little pussy licking between girlfriends is no big thing — but making Lon suck a dick could ruin him — and our friendship."
"This other thing you’re planning won’t do that?" Jean pressed.
"No. It’ll be … private."
"Can you tell me?"
"I’d rather not," Toby replied. "It’s best that you don’t know, I think."
"Okay." Jean wasn’t thrilled, but… "So, I have to forgive him first?"
"Yes. We have to get back on an even keel before this will fly," Toby insisted.
"Okay. I guess I’d best get on with it, then," Jean sighed.
"Well, there is no requirement to make it any too easy on him," Toby chuckled.
"Good!" Jean was beginning to look forward to the whole thing.
Without really thinking about it, Jean executed the next phase of Lon’s — and incidentally, Rick’s punishment perfectly … At four o’clock, she called two sweaty boys in from their lengthy tour of yard work with, "PHEW! You two STINK! Hit the showers!"
"Why bother? We’re not…" Rick began.
"I need you inside for a bit, that’s why! Go on — you, too, Lon! Especially you!" Jean insisted.
"Okay…" Lon had brought a swimsuit, but hadn’t used it, even though the pair of them had done pool maintenance. That gave him something to change into, at least … Twenty minutes later, they were in the den, still damp.
Jean was waiting, in a robe. "All right. Lon, Rick, sit down over there on the couch." The boys did so, somewhat anxiously. Now what? "This thing you two did yesterday is inexcusable. I hope you’ve caught on to that fact."
"Yes, Ma’am." Lon took the lead in the response.
"Lon, your piece of it is particularly bad. You let your … manhood overrule your brain and tell you what to do. You have no idea how lucky you are!"
"Yes, Ma’am." Lon looked thoroughly cowed.
"You have to learn to control yourself, for your own good — so I’ve devised a little test for you. If you pass it, I’ll at least consider forgiving you…" Jean announced.
"Uhhh, test?" Lon was nonplussed.
"A test. Training, even, maybe, from some perspectives. An exercise in self-control." She eyed him. "Of course, if you prefer not to bother, we can just agree never to cross each other’s paths again…"
"No, no! I’ll take this test…" Lon insisted.
"All right," Jean explained. "This will be a bit … odd, I guess, but it is perfectly relevant and just. This is how it is going to go." She unzipped the heavy robe she was wearing, revealing that she was nude beneath. "I’m going to sit in that recliner over there, and you, Lon, are going to satisfy me — twice — with your tongue. You will get NOTHING from me in this, and you may not even touch yourself — it is an exercise in control for you. Do you understand?"
"Uh, yes, Ma’am. I think…" Lon sputtered. Jean wanted her pussy licked?
"Be certain you understand, Lon. If you fail, it will be a while before I trust you again!" Jean turned to Rick. "Ordinarily, I would not involve you in such a thing, but I need you here in case Lon is incapable of controlling himself. Besides, this punishes you, too, doesn’t it?" She smiled a hard smile. "Your job is to watch Lon and make sure his manhood doesn’t take over for his brain — and extricate me if it does! You can, umm, relieve yourself, if you think it is necessary — but I’d think it would be pretty embarrassing for you…"
Rick rubbed his face. Jeezus! This was gonna SUCK! He crossed glances with Lon. "Okay…"
"Any questions?" Jean asked. "Lon, you can use your hands as well as your tongue, but your manhood stays in your trunks — and if you so much as touch it, we’re done! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma’am." Lon nodded.
Jean settled herself in the recliner, and spread her legs. "Then let’s begin."
Lon came forward gingerly and settled to his knees before his testing materials, getting a good, close-up look at Jean’s compact twat. Immediately, he sensed a problem — he was going to have trouble squeezing in between her thighs the way she had them positioned. "Uh, Jean? Do you think we could put your legs up over the chair arms? I need to get in here…"
"I think you need to keep calling me Ma’am for a while, until you’ve earned the right to call me by my name again, don’t you?" Jean responded. "Very well, we can try it. If it becomes uncomfortable, though, you’ll have to come up with something else…"
"Yes, Ma’am." Jean didn’t move her legs, though — she reclined there, watching him regally while HE moved one leg, then the other up onto the recliner arms. This opened her up seriously; Lon would have no further issues, now … Lon leaned forward, whiffing the unmistakable scent of Jean’s arousal. She was already pink and puffy down there, too…
Jean marveled that her pussy wasn’t giving off smoke, she was so hot! It was a good thing she had decided in advance on two orgasms; one would probably occur VERY quickly — too quickly to adequately arouse Lon … Snapping her head around, she eyed Rick. "Are you keeping an eye on things, there? If he molests me…"
"Yes, Ma’am." They’d created a monster. Definitely. Mom was going to show up in leather and latex — with a whip — at this rate … Rick scooted to the near end of the couch, where he had a far better view than he REALLY wanted…
"What would you like?" Lon’s voice was strangled.
"Ummm, have you ever done this before?" Jean asked. Lon shook his head. "Why don’t you, umm, lick along the opening and get a feel for the lay of the land?" she croaked.
Lon did so, swiping his tongue upward along her slit from the base to her clitoris. Jean thought she was going to faint… "Hrrrgh!" It was easy to tell that he was making headway; Jean went rigid, the tendons in her thighs standing out, in particular. Lon licked again, digging between Jean’s puffy outer lips — and getting between the inner ones, too, tracking the wet inner flesh of her channel. Jean’s lungs constricted; yes, the first one was going to happen VERY quickly!
Instinctively, Lon attacked Jean’s clitoris, the next few flat laps sweeping up directly across it from bottom to top, defeating the protection of it’s hood. Jean clutched the chair arms and quivered — the intensity was SO astonishing! "Easy! God! Along the sides, please!" she gasped out.
Lon grinned to himself. This was fun! The downside, however, was that his cock was like tool steel … Next, he dropped down and located her hole and probed it with his tongue; from Sex Ed he knew that was where her actual vagina was. She seemed to like that too, if you could tell from her moans and groans…
She did. Jean was biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. There was something about this whole deal that was so incredibly NASTY — and the control piece was a big part of it! No wonder Candace and Toby fought to run things — having herself serviced like this was such a turn-on! She glanced up at Rick, who was watching Lon work avidly and obviously hurting from the way his hands were opening and closing and moving here and there … They locked eyes; Rick’s were smoky with lust…
And that was the end of Round One! Jean blew her top, shrieking, her eyes rolling up. Her ass started jouncing on the chair and Lon had to wrap his lips around her clitoris to stabilize his efforts — but she was already surging her way through her orgasm, anyway! Lubricant poured from her vagina onto Lon’s lower face — and initially, he mistook it for urine, until the taste proved that it wasn’t. Then he dove back in.
Jean pushed him away and slouched back, one hand on her chest tracking her thudding heart, "Oh! Ohmigod! Oh!"
"Is that it, then?" Lon asked. The testosterone rush he was feeling had him thinking he could probably lift a car.
"No," Jean gasped. "That was … just … Round One. You haven’t … been aroused … enough. You’ll … have to … work harder … the second time…"
"So it’s about getting me hot?" Lon clarified.
"Yes," Jean replied, getting her breath. "It’s working, isn’t it?" She eyed Lon’s trunks, which had a visible ridge leading to a damp spot. "You need to control yourself, even when you’re hot…" She shifted her eyes to her son, "You, too, Young Man!"
Rick groaned. When Mom’s eyes lit on his, he thought he was going to blow in his shorts! God! When had she suddenly gotten so hot? Thank God for Beth and Candace — suddenly, Mom was all about temptation…
"Okay, Lon, Round Two," Jean waved him in. "Congratulations! You’re … very talented … I predict that you’ll have very happy girlfriends…" Then she threw her head back; Lon was working his tongue into her again…
This time, it took longer — almost ten minutes with her directing him here and there and to do this and that. Some things he figured were deliberately less enticing, so she could get a grip and make things last longer (and he was right!); some things were experiments even for Jean, who hadn’t been eaten by a man in several years — and the run-in with Candace had been too quick and exciting to get any comparison data from. Eventually, though, Jean directed him away from a hot target one time too many, and Lon shifted straight from tongue fucking her to sucking her clit on no notice — and added a finger! Jean surged over the top, "AAAAHHHH!!! DAMN you, you sneaky bastard!!!! Oh, GOD!!!! UNGH! UNGH! UGGGHHH!" She had just enough time to realize she had been outmaneuvered before the shock waves hit!
Lon settled back, resting his sore tongue, working her pussy with a finger in her pulsing vagina and his opposite thumb rubbing her clitoris. Jean was right about ONE thing — this was super hot, watching her get off! Lon’s cock was pulsing inside his trunks, just millimeters short of blowing a load without even being touched! Lon glanced over at Rick, who was sheepishly rubbing himself through his shorts.
Jean collapsed back into the chair, wasted. "Enough!" She pushed away Lon’s fingers. "I guess you managed to pass. Go away, you two, and leave me alone for a while. Lon, you can work on presentation for your apology — I’ll listen to it next time I see you. Now go!" She waved listlessly, and the boys got out of there.
In the living room, Lon turned to Rick. "Jeezus! I could jackhammer concrete with this thing! I’ve GOT to get some relief!"
"No shit!" Rick croaked. Gazing back at the door to the den, he added, "I don’t think I’ll ever look at her the same way again…"
"Let’s call Beth!" Lon suggested.
"Cool!" But THAT was the source of the unintentional irony in their situation; when Toby answered the phone, it was to inform them that Beth was working and wouldn’t be home until after eleven p.m.! That left Rick with Candace, theoretically — but actually, Candace was still smarting from the previous day, and wasn’t answering her phone — and Lon with a whole lot of nothing…