"That’s fine, Baby … I’d rather you … came back for more…" Beth panted back. Then she got red in the face and hollered, "Oh, plow me! I’m close!!!"
Lon did his damnedest! Toby didn’t see much difference, but the slapping sounds of their contact got louder. Then Beth dropped her upper torso to the bed, presenting her ass while she went "Huh! Huh! Huh!!" and Lon went rigid and yelled, "YAAAAAHHHH!" and it was all over … Toby shook his head; dammit, he WAS horny again — but Candace was still an iffy proposition. Maybe later … Lon collapsed across Beth’s ass and rode her down as she straightened her legs.
"Time for that shower," Rick grunted and dragged himself off the bed. Lon waved vaguely and turned his head away, snuggling into Beth’s wide back. Beth gazed at her son for a moment, smiling, then closed her eyes.
Toby looked at his watch; he’d let her get a half-hour nap before getting her up to get ready for work — she had to go home and change into scrubs, after all…
Toby underestimated the time requirement; Beth was almost late for work again. After shift turnover was complete, Louise waved Beth over. "You look worse than yesterday!" she exclaimed, taking in Beth’s puffy lips. "More punishment?"
"More or less," Beth grinned ruefully. "It was a dick about this long…" She measured out approximately six inches. "The owner got carried away…"
Louise chuckled. "Boys…"
"Yes…" Beth looked nostalgic.
"Good, huh?" Louise eyed her friend.
"Like Energizer bunnies," Beth sighed. "They keep going and going and going…"
"I don’t think you’re supposed to be encouraging me," Louise quipped.
"You’re right," Beth agreed, "Although I don’t think anyone expects you to back off, anyway…"
"Did you get someone to agree to talk to me?" Louise asked.
"Yes. At five-thirty. Call this number…" Beth scratched down her cell phone number.
Louise recognized it. "This is your number…"
"Yes," Beth nodded. "The theory is that I’m already exposed…"
"Oh," Louise grunted. "They’re sure treating this as a deep, dark secret…"
"You should, too!" Beth replied. "Good as it is, sex with underage boys is illegal — and the moral outrage would get us ALL jailed!"
"Yeah," Louise agreed. "There is a hypocrite behind every bush, these days…" She shook her head. "What about Dr. Rankin? He’s on tonight…"
Beth shook her head. "I’m still … unavailable…"
"We’ll tell him you’re on your period, or something, if he presses," Louise recommended.
"Good idea."
Jean arrived at Candace’s at five-twenty five to find Toby and Rick there; Lon was, too, but he wasn’t in the kitchen — apparently, he was taking a nap. She settled in at the table and Candace put Beth’s cell phone on speaker. "Ready, Hon?" Candace asked. "I’ll bet she’s right on time … How about something to drink?"
"A coke, maybe?" Jean responded. Candace got up and collected a can from the refrigerator, a glass, and ice. The two males present already had drinks.
"How about if we have a pad and paper to take notes?" Jean suggested.
"Yeah, good idea!" Candace hopped up again. This took longer — nobody ever seems to know where such materials are — especially a working writing instrument — but eventually, Candace rounded up a stubby pencil and a heavily used steno pad. "Now we wait."
It wasn’t long; Louise was right on time. "Hello?" Candace answered. "Who is this?"
"This is Louise Carter," came the careful reply. "Is this Beth’s friend?"
"Among other things," Candace replied. "Go ahead — it’s your quarter."
"I’m interested in joining your, ah, group…" Louise began.
"So I understand," Candace replied. "You realize that Beth breached a confidence in revealing our existence? A SERIOUS confidence?"
"Yes," Louise agreed. "You shouldn’t be too hard on her; I’ve known her a long time and can read her like a book. Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve been associated with a group that offered, ummm, non-traditional adult activities. I picked up things from her that a straitlaced person would have missed."
"Maybe," Candace grunted, "but while I guess this is a swinging group, there are additional dimensions, one of which is the nature of some existing relationships. While those relationships are not pursued by policy, they still exist, and present an issue. Another is the complication presented by the ages of certain of the members … You understand the group’s composition?"
"Yes," Louise replied, unruffled. "Mothers and sons."
"You realize that this wasn’t a case of the women exploiting their boys," Candace explained. "It was the boys' idea — we merely … succumbed…"
"Well, it has its … merits…" Louise murmured.
"Yes, it does," Candace agreed. "But the legal aspects are troublesome. You have us somewhat over a barrel, since you are aware of us; you are therefore a threat."
Louise pursed her lips. "I don’t want to be…"
"That doesn’t seem to change things," Candace replied brusquely. Changing up, she added, "Are you negotiating for yourself, or are there others?"
"What?"
"Well, you’re aware of the group’s composition. Are you bringing anyone with you?" Candace asked.
"Can I?"
"We’re willing to discuss it," Candace replied carefully.
"I have two sons…" Louise began.
"Names?"
"Terence and Damian," Louise replied. On the group end of the conversation, Rick nodded.
"We’re aware of them," Candace said smoothly. "How old is Damian?"
"He’s sixteen." It hadn’t occurred to Louise that this might be an issue.
"Good," Candace replied. "One of our few defenses against statutory rape charges is that everyone is over the age of consent in this state. On the other hand, I’m told that it isn’t applicable due to the difference in age between the male and female participants."
"That’s pretty dumb," Louise murmured. "They wouldn’t arrest a hooker for statutory rape."
"They wouldn’t have to," Candace shot back, "They’d have her on prostitution!" She switched up again. "We’re of two minds about the boys — on the one hand, they are a positive factor, since if you bring them in with you, you are implicated at least to the point of having actively participated in their supposed exploitation — with the added dimension that if — as some glory-hound is sure to do — someone levels charges of incest, you’ll be implicated THERE, too! On the other hand, they are a potential security breach, and we have no handle on them…"
"I see…" Louise hadn’t thought of the incest angle. "You think this incest thing could happen?"
"Well, it doesn’t," Candace replied. "That was one of the basic tenets of the original pact between the boys. But if the group is exposed, SOMEONE will come out with it — and we’ll all be painted with it, the truth notwithstanding. Besides, how are you going to prove otherwise?"
"True," Louise murmured, pensively.
"Ummm, this is an issue…" Candace continued. "You have a husband? None of the other members does — it’s one of the things that rendered us … susceptible…" Everyone at the table sat up and took notice — this was a wrinkle that no one had previously surfaced…
"Eww … Yes…" Louise admitted. "We’re somewhat … estranged … but we continue to live under the same roof…"
"That’s VERY dangerous to us!" Candace exclaimed. "Maybe we should stop here…" She actually hadn’t thought it through — but her gut said TROUBLE!