"Okay, but I have to get up…" Toby replied. "I’ll roll us…"
"Okay…" Candace wasn’t much help, but Toby extricated himself, leaving the spent woman on her back. Rick was standing there, grinning.
Toby collected an afghan from the couch back and draped it over Candace, then asked Rick, "Any mess?"
"Nah. Maybe a little something, but I don’t see anything."
"Shower. Upstairs…" Candace murmured sleepily.
"Thanks." Rick started collecting his clothing. "Coming?" he asked Toby.
"I’ll be right there. You go ahead." Toby started looking around for his things, too. Rick headed upstairs.
"Why is it so different with you?"
Toby looked around to find Candace’s eyes open. "I don’t know. How is it different?"
"Usually, I have to fight for it … Change things, control things, make adjustments … But you … And it’s better…" Candace couldn’t really describe what it was he did — basically, it seemed that he just ignored her attempts to run things — and it worked…
"Dumb luck, I think," Toby replied. "You were in a rut. I just don’t let you do the same old thing…"
"Maybe…" Candace waved weakly. "Have Beth get me up when she leaves…"
"Sure." Toby headed upstairs.
In Lon’s room, Lon and Beth were having sex — nothing amazing, no strange positions or head games, just sweaty, heavy, pounding sex. Beth had taken Lon’s edge off with one of her incredible deep-throat blowjobs, sucking in his first load in a mere two minutes, then brought him back to full erection, laid back on his bed and spread her legs. Lon knelt up and draped a leg on each bicep, inserted his rejuvenated cock, and went to town.
Neither of them had any issues with the way things were going. Lon was pushing Beth to a nice, satisfying little pop every two minutes or so; Lon was making like a perpetual motion machine with the smiling visage of an obviously happy woman before him. Lon was utterly ignoring Mama’s admonition to deny Beth the occasional orgasm — it just wasn’t on the list of things he wanted to do. This woman was making him happy; he didn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t return the favor. There is something about being in the presence of unfettered joy — and Beth had it. Lon basked in her ear to ear grin and dancing bright eyes as she grunted and cooed and gave little happy squeals; each time she surged through another cum, it rejuvenated him and reinforced his efforts to get her to the next.
But this was twelve or so, and Lon’s balls were climbing up his scrotum; it was time to drop a load. Lon had no idea how he had lasted this long, but, hey, there it was… "I’m gonna shoot!" he grunted.
"Oh, goody!" Beth chattered happily. "Fill me up, Baby! Cum and cum and cum! I want it ALL!"
That was more encouragement than Lon actually needed; he pushed himself to one last round of jack-hammer strokes and buried himself in Beth’s snug twat while his cock pulsed like it was trying to shoot marbles. "Aagggh!! Jeezus!"
Collapse was inevitable, considering the effort; as soon as his cock stopped pumping furiously, Lon’s arms gave way and he collapsed atop his well-padded lover, who cooed and rubbed his back, neck and shoulders while he drifted toward sleep.
He didn’t get there, though; a grinning Rick stuck his head through the door. "What? You’re wasted already?"
"You gotta be shitting me," Lon grunted, opening one eye and glaring at his friend. "So how long were YOU in the saddle? Is Toby still there?"
"Oh, we went together — I took the back door. I’m headed for the bathroom to wash up…" Rick explained.
"So you really DID double up on Mama?" Lon asked. "Did she give you any shit?"
Rick made a production of looking at his cock. "Not really…"
Lon laughed at the joke. "Seriously…"
"She was a pussycat," Rick replied. "She started something early and Toby told her to shut up and fuck; after that, it was all roses. She came like a racehorse, too — she’s downstairs, all fucked out…"
Toby stuck HIS head through the door, "All fucked out, I see…"
"I might have another load somewhere — after I rest," Lon defended himself. "Putting your Mama through a dozen cums is HARD WORK!"
"Not as hard as it would be with MOST women!" Rick retorted. "Beth cums easy … and a lot!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lon waved it off.
Toby shifted his attention to his mother, "Candace says wake her up as you leave…"
"Rick says Mama was a good girl while you doubled her…" Lon murmured, projecting disbelief.
Toby nodded. "I think it was a case of getting her where she wanted to go. She got set and everything was good, so she didn’t have to adjust things."
"THAT’S gotta be once in a lifetime!" Lon rolled his eyes.
"And Ma? Did you punish her?" Toby asked.
"No. We were enjoying ourselves, not playing head games," Lon grunted.
Toby pursed his lips. "Fair enough, but her mistress wanted her to get the…" His eyes lit. " … shit end of the dick…" He spun to Rick. "Go have Beth give you a tongue bath, Man. We need to ensure that Ma follows the spirit of her mistress’s instructions, if not the letter…"
"Jeez…" Lon rolled his eyes.
"No, Sweetheart, Toby is right. I can be punished for not seeing to it that you followed through. This is fair…" Beth argued.
"Awright, then," Lon grunted. "At least we’re done…"
"Aw, shucks! I thought you told them you had some more in there…" Beth pouted.
"After I rest," Lon sighed. "I’m not kissing you after you do that…"
"Well, give me one now, then, Sweetie. It’ll have to hold me…" Beth leaned up and bussed him on the lips. Then she settled back and turned her head toward Rick, "Come here, Baby, let’s clean you up…"
Rick came over and knelt up on the bed, but Beth was poorly positioned; she had to come up on her elbows to get a decent angle from which to go deep. This forced Lon to come up off of her — but she stopped him before he withdrew totally, her eyes pleading as she begged, "Stay inside me if you can, please?" Lon ended up in more or less his original working position, watching his friend get licked and sucked at close range. It was stimulating; Lon found that he had no problem remaining rigid enough to stay buried in Beth’s twat.
"I guess I get to shower first," Toby chuckled, and headed for the bathroom.
"Oh, SURE! It was a conspiracy to get the hot water!" Rick threw over his shoulder.
Lon chuckled. "You’re complaining?" Rick was at full extension.
"No," Rick grunted, then addressed Beth, "If you work it a bit, you might get a little something…"
"Goody!" Beth buried her nose in his pubes and swallowed around his shaft.
Fifteen minutes later, Toby found that they had shifted positions — Ma was on her hands and knees while Lon, sweating profusely, pounded her from behind and Rick held her head steady so he could face-fuck her. But she was making happy noises around Rick’s cock… "Hey, no fair!"
Rick was close — DAMN close! — but he got out, "So go stick your dick down Candace’s throat! She’ll let you — she has before…" Then he returned his attention to a stroke that HAD to be bruising Beth’s lips… "Take it! Take it! Take it!" he grunted, red-faced and sweating, than wailed, "YAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" and clutched Beth’s head to his crotch.
Toby watched his friend hunch rigid over his mother, his balls pulsing, then fall back onto the bed, "Well, that’s punishment…"
"Sort of," his mother croaked, smiling gently through puffy lips. "Lon, Sweetheart, don’t hurt yourself…"
"I got one coming," Lon panted, red-faced. "It’s close. You’re gonna … have to … do without … after that…"