Candace turned to Beth. "Okay, you call Toby, and I’ll call Rick. Lon is still in bed. Let’s suggest eleven-thirty; we can talk over lunch, and maybe have time for a little fun…" The pair got on the phone.
Toby didn’t answer on the first pass — his line was busy. But Rick’s wasn’t, and he was happy to go to Candace’s, since both of his women would be there. It had been a couple of days — blowjobs aside — since he’d gotten any of the fruits of the group’s activity. Toby DID answer on the second pass and was agreeable, too, so Candace and Beth headed for the grocery store to pick up a few things, then off to Candace’s to get ready. Lon was apprised of the situation when he got up; the fact that his mother wouldn’t let him eat breakfast late because it would spoil his lunch irritated him, but Beth was there … A word in Mama’s ear, and she was working naked at the counter, too, which made for a very pleasant view for Lon as he had his coffee.
Both Toby and Rick arrived a bit early; Candace sent all three boys outside for a bit to get them out from under foot while she and Beth finished meal preparations. But the wait wasn’t long or onerous — Lon and Rick related the results of the mall trip after Rick acted as go-between for Lon and Toby and got them talking again. It turned out that Toby wasn’t THAT mad — AND that he’d talked to Jean and she was to be more … amenable … to Lon’s approaches … This was exceptionally good news to Lon, who wanted another piece of Jean after the cunt-lapping incident… "You still need to, like, show some manners," Toby admonished, "but we’re agreed that it isn’t fair to the group to be totally exclusive…"
"Okay, cool." Lon nodded. He could do that. If she let him near her at all it would be a victory — but she had SAID the other day that she would entertain the idea, at least…
Candace, in a halter-top and short shorts, called the boys in to lunch; Beth was still nude … Once everyone was seated and served, she announced, "Boys, we have a problem — and an opportunity. I’m hoping that it is JUST an opportunity, but we need to talk about it. In particular, we need your input; you three started the group, and you have a unique perspective on possible additions…"
"Huh?" was Lon’s initial response. "Additions?"
Candace didn’t miss the fact that Toby said nothing; apparently, he knew quite a bit… "Yes," she explained. "Through some unexplained but inexcusable foul-up, Beth let a woman at the hospital pry out of her the fact that we exist as a group and what we’re doing…" Lon’s and Rick’s heads swiveled to Beth. "She says it was all guessing games on the other woman’s part, but the fact that there IS a group — and that Beth is a part of it — is exposed. Toby is exposed, too, of course, by the very nature of the disclosure."
"I thought…" Rick rasped.
"I didn’t MEAN to!" Beth wailed. "I STILL don’t know how she guessed some of it! I didn’t even confirm things — she just read my face…"
Candace waved for a cut-off. "It’s water under the bridge. I’ve punished Beth, but you may not feel that I did enough…" Even Toby was looking thoughtful; the implication that he had been exposed had not occurred to him. Beth hung her head.
After a pregnant pause, Candace continued. "This woman — another nurse at the hospital — knows too much for us to be totally safe — unless she, too, is a member of the group, which will give us blackmail leverage on her. Fortunately — VERY fortunately, or we’d already be exposed — she wants in!"
"Okay," Lon murmured, pensive, "that’s good, I guess…"
"Well, it might and it might not," Candace pointed out. "There are some possible issues — for instance, the woman is black…"
Lon and Rick were rocked; Candace noted that Toby maintained his equilibrium. "There is more," she added, "The woman may have one or more sons — boys you would know, or at least be acquainted with. Since the group is for mothers and sons, we either let this woman live off the fat of the land, so to speak, or we have her bring them in, too, to more or less balance things…"
Lon and Rick were unable to formulate questions, but Toby had one, "Which course do you consider to be safest?"
Candace glanced at Beth. "We feel bringing in the boys might be wise. It implicates her in their … exploitation … if you believe in such nonsense — something which we can expect of anyone who attacks us. Jean has been consulted in this and she agrees." Toby raised an eyebrow, but Beth nodded vigorously. Candace continued, unperturbed, "You can call her if you like — we discussed it at some length this morning. No final decision has been rendered, however — we needed to include you three, if only to get input on who these boys might be and whether they represent a problem."
"Okay," Toby continued to speak for the males, "so, what are our options?"
Candace shrugged. "They seem to be bounded by what you think about the issues. Race seems big — do you object to having a black woman join the group?" She looked around the table. "Perhaps more important, are you okay with having black boys fuck your mothers?"
Lon and Rick were all over the map, but Toby figured they should cut to the chase, "I don’t think that the first issue is a serious one — but as to the second, what do YOU think about it?"
Candace sat poker-faced for a moment. "I’m prepared to entertain the idea. Jean has reservations, but she will go with the group’s decision and will participate fully, if that is the decision — she promised me."
"And Beth?" Lon asked.
"Beth has no vote," Candace said flatly, "or, rather, I hold her proxy. She’ll fuck whoever I tell her to — won’t you, Hon?"
"Yes, Mistress," Beth replied, outwardly as cool as a cucumber. Both women flicked a glance at Toby, who merely nodded.
"So you’re not being pushed — or at least, not hard," Toby summed up. "Guys, they’re not treating this as a fate worse than death — so we shouldn’t, either…"
"What does this woman look like?" Lon asked.
Beth thought about it. "She’s about your mother’s size, but taller…" Lon nodded, pulling at his lip.
"What’s her name?" Rick asked. He really couldn’t see Mom going for this, but Toby wasn’t calling Candace on it — and Candace seemed prepared to go to the wall, if it was a bluff…
"Louise Carter," Beth replied.
Lon scratched his head, "Well, there’s Big Terry Carter, the varsity right tackle…"
"I want to watch you call him Terry to his face!" Toby chuckled.
"And there’s Damian Carter — he’s a junior this year … Slick dude, got a scheme for everything — you know the type…" Rick supplied.
"They’re brothers?" Lon grunted, surprised.
Rick nodded. "Terence had to take Algebra over last year to stay eligible for scholarships, and Damian was in the same class. Gave him shit all year."
"Okay, how bad is this?" Toby asked. "I don’t really know either one of them…"
"They’ve both been in girls — and in girl trouble," Rick supplied. "Terence did Elaine Pollard — and I guess she really didn’t want him to, when push came to shove…" Rick flicked a glance at Lon. "Add to that the fact that he knocked her up in one shot, and you have a nice mess … His folks apparently had to pay for the abortion…"
Toby shrugged. "Elaine’s pretty free with it now, I hear."
"That could be psychological, Sweetheart," Beth offered. "Low self- esteem…"
" … Or she decided that it was good, after the fact, but her folks wouldn’t stand for it," Rick interjected. "That’s the way I heard it…"