Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Mack's Mamas
Part: 8 of 8
Universe: Mack's Mamas
Summary: Pete stumbles upon Mack in a bar and discovers a serious gravy train

Keywords: MF Mf MMF M+F oral anal rough 1st ir

Chapter 8

	Mack and I discussed Charlene's little party at some length; he was
highly surprised to discover that I was a Gulf War veteran.  It's just not
something I talk about.  Frankly, I was worthless for a couple of days after
the incident; I'd thought I'd put all that away.  In general, that guy who
carries guns and shoots people isn't me -- or isn't the me I'm used to having
around nowadays.  It got me some serious respect from the girls as the story
made the rounds -- which I found embarrassing.  Mack wanted to know if I would
have killed that pissant, Marco.  To be honest, I nearly did.  You don't fuck
around with firearms -- the simplest and safest thing to do would have been to
shoot the idiot between the eyes -- and if Mr. T had rushed me, I'd have done
it.  And I'd have never forgiven myself, because he wasn't that serious of a
threat.  Oh, yeah, he might have shot one of us, eventually, but he was busy
PLAYING bad-ass, not BEING one.

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	Two weeks later, it became general knowledge that Rudy and Irene were
dating.  After the initial surprise, everyone settled down and put Elliott's
birthday party in perspective -- something Edwina was a big help with.

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	Elena was paying the rent -- but showing up at my door once or twice a
week, anyway.  Mack got wind of it and we had an argument; I told him that I
could handle things and if Elena wanted to do more than fuck, she was shit out
of luck.  But Mack did something to cool her jets anyway and she throttled
things way back.

	Charlene was paid up -- and for some reason, I really didn't want to
fuck her, anyway.  She got back on track the next month and it was a dead
issue.

	Cindy, on the other hand...  We had to put her out -- she wanted too
much abuse.  Solo servicing of the Friday night poker parties wasn't enough;
nothing Mack could think of was enough -- and Mack had a fertile imagination.
After some VERY careful feeling out of each other, we turned Elias and Company
loose on her -- and THAT wasn't enough, although I think she gravitated in
that direction after we put her on the street.

	Irene was with Rudy -- and working hard and paying the rent.  Another
source of fun gone...

	Toward the end of the month of Charlene's party, though, Cindy was
still around -- and still holding out.  She was okay for regular sex -- she
just wanted more, and you knew it.  We were closing on the thirtieth and I'd
had her twice that week -- and was, frankly, bored with it -- so I was
reluctant to answer my apartment door when the knock came.

	It was Teresa.  "I wanted to thank you for that night," she said.

	"It's okay," I replied.  "I didn't do that much."

	"No, they'd have gone with Marco as long as he had the upper hand,"
Teresa insisted.  "And they'd have fucked me and who knows what else, once
they got going!"

	"I doubt it," I lied.  "Things would have settled down.  Cooler heads
would have prevailed. I probably stirred things up."

	"Uh uh," Teresa shook her head.  "Mom's a better judge of character
than you are if you really believe that -- but you don't.  Mom says groups
like that always boil down to the least common denominator -- and there's a
good chance they would have killed all four of us, once they got going."

	I got more and more uncomfortable with the situation.  "Look, I'd
really rather not talk about it."

	"That's fine," she said.  "I didn't come to talk."

	"What DID you come to do?" I asked -- but I knew the answer.  "Uh,
look, Honey -- you're STILL fifteen, and that makes you jailbait.  What good
does it do me to be your hero if to everyone else I'm a sex offender?"

	"It'll be fine -- I'll close the curtains.  Besides, you already took
my cherries, remember?  Like, two of three?  It's a little late..."

	Besides, she had That Look -- she was her mother's daughter.  Once she
turned it on, I couldn't say no; five minutes later, we were fucking.  I don't
know whether she'd been practicing, or it was just genetic memory, but she
seemed to know every position -- missionary (several variations) cowgirl,
reverse cowgirl, doggie, incorporating various furniture -- you name it.  I
blew three nuts in her before crashing and burning.

	I woke up a bit later to see her climbing back into her clothes.  "You
didn't have to do this."

	"Mom says I ought to do a few nice guys before I graduate to bad
boys," she replied, hauling her top over her unfettered breasts.  "You're the
nicest guy I know."

	I scratched my head.  "Well, your mother knows best."

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	The next month -- the month we tried to abuse Cindy to death -- Cindy
was basically the only show in town.  Everybody else was up to date, and
Elena, for whatever reason, couldn't bring herself to come by more than twice.
By the end of the month I'd had my fill of sex and violence.  Teresa didn't
come back; I think she moved directly to bad boys.  The next month, Charlene
gave her notice, anyway.

	That was the month I almost got sneaked up on.

	On the first, we made the rounds, and Mack looked up from the lockbox,
surprised.  "No Gillian."

	I was surprised, too.  Gillian was a pillar of the community -- always
on time and always willing to help others.  She babysat for just about
everybody.  She had some kind of dental assistant's job, or something.  She
was a thin, fragile-looking thing with brown hair and eyes.  Mack rubbed his
jaw and said, "Go see her and get her tale of woe.  Maybe she just forgot."

	So I found myself rapping on the door of Apartment 1B.  Gillian opened
the door, and I knew right away that she didn't forget -- she looked like she
was going to the gallows.  "Gillian, uh..." I muttered.

	"Doctor Volkmann shut down his practice two weeks ago," Gillian said
mournfully.  "I'm looking, but..."

	"Didn't he give you a package?" I asked.

	She shook her head.  "Well, he did, but I had to borrow money for
Robbie's medical bills..."  Her kid was sickly -- a regular hospital occupant.
Something about a disease the kid's father had and passed on.  "Basically, I
got it all before he let me go."

	"Uh, okay..."

	"Not okay," a voice interrupted from behind me.  "Gillian, this is no
fun, but you KNOW the rules -- I can't break them for you."

	"I know, Sir," she piped.  I stood there feeling like a shit.

	"Look, Honey, the only break I can give you is Pete," Mack said
gently.  "That's a little better than having my old beer-stinking ass laying
on you."

	I turned around and gave him a look -- since when was I the bad guy?
But Mack shook his head and said, "Pete, don't make me embarrass the girl by
having to come in after and check for creampie."

	So I went in and she closed the door behind me and stood there with
her back to it, regarding me with sad eyes.  My heart went out to her -- but
we BOTH knew Mack...

	"Where's Robbie?" I asked.

	"Asleep."

	"I'll try not to wake him up."

	"Okay."

	I felt the need to explain myself.  "Honey, I really don't..."

	"I know the rules," she said softly.  She started unbuttoning her
blouse.

	"You shouldn't be here," I blustered.

	"But I am," she said softly, "and I agreed to this.  I didn't think it
would happen, but..."  The blouse slowly came off, exposing her no-nonsense
brassiere over her small, conical titties.  "Let's go in the bedroom."  Her
voice was sad, listless.  I felt like a skunk.  She got out of her clothes
like she was just going to bed -- no affectation.  She was, I dunno, too thin
and soft and delicate to be hot, you know?  Too much like somebody's baby
sister.  Undoubtedly she WAS somebody's baby sister...

	I did the best I could to make it gentle and romantic; I didn't make
her suck my cock and I didn't get all grabby.  I took it slow and easy.
Eventually, she seemed a little less wooden, then she relaxed and it got to be
halfway decent -- but I didn't figure she actually got off.  Ah, well.

	Afterward, she told me about Robbie's father -- her high school
sweetheart, apparently.  "We had one night of bliss, and he was gone..."

	That was a bit vague for me.  Did he leave because she was a dead lay,
or because he was just notching his gun belt, or did he go off to war and not
come back, or what?  The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was
too romantic and vague to be real.  Maybe she'd been raped, and this was the
cover-up...

	Anyway, the deed was done.  I wandered back to the bar.  "How was it?"
Mack asked.

	"I feel like scum."  That pretty much summed it up.

	"She didn't blubber on you or anything...?"

	"No -- it was sort of like fucking my baby sister.  Fortunately, I
don't have one," I grunted.

	Mack nodded.  "We'll give her a couple of days."

	So we did.  Long about the fourth, Mack says, "Better go check on
Gillian."  I opened my mouth to tell him to go be the bad guy, and decided
against it.

	Half an hour later, I'm knocking on the door.  "Any luck?"

	"None yet."  She stepped back and I went in.  This time, she didn't
seem so sad; I went easy on her but lasted long enough that she appeared to
get a gentle pop, at least.  Afterward, she seemed to want to cuddle, so I
hung out a while.

	Back at the bar, Mack asked, "Better?"

	"Some."

	"No luck yet?"

	"Nope."

	The sixth arrived, and I got the mission again.  Gillian seemed more
or less happy to see me -- and we had what seemed to be reasonably good sex,
after which she got pretty affectionate.  I stayed a couple of hours.  When I
got back, I just shook my head, and Mack nodded.  Then I said, "What do you
think of Gillian?"

	"Sweet little thing.  Fragile."

	"Would you date her?"

	"Me?"  Mack laughed.  "No way.  But you could do worse."  He eyed me.
"Thinking about it?"

	"Maybe.  Are you gonna go tear her a new asshole like you do the other
girls?"

	"Nah.  Has the bug bit you?"

	"I don't know if I would go that far," I replied.

	"Well, you'll get cured one way or another."

	On the eighth, she was waiting in a nightie.  Things seemed pretty
good, and she made me supper.  It was the next day before I reported in.

	On the tenth, I decided to go on over and surprise her.  I tapped on
the door, but she didn't answer.  It was open, so I stuck my head in -- and
the sounds were unmistakable.  "Ah, God!  Yes!  Yes!  YES!!!"  There was quite
a bit more passion there than anything I'd seen; a cocktail of odd feelings
drew me to her bedroom door.

	She was riding Mack's cock, cowgirl -- and with serious enthusiasm.
As I peeked around the door, she arched herself and wailed, obviously having a
serious orgasm.  Then she flopped forward onto Mack's chest.

	I stood there, dithering.  Mack had every right to poke Gillian, my
brain told me -- but I wasn't thrilled, to say the least.  Given the
difference in results, I was even less happy.  I was hopping from foot to foot
when Gillian asked, "Mack, what do you think of Pete?"

	"He's a good egg.  Why?"

	"I think so, too," Gillian murmured.  "Think he would make a good
husband?"

	"Maybe.  He's got his idiosyncrasies," Mack opined.

	"I need to get married," Gillian announced.  "I think maybe Pete is
the guy.  He's sensitive and caring and will be a good provider, but..."

	"But what, Baby?"

	"Well, he's not masculine like you."

	Mack laughed.  "That's not what I hear!"

	"Well, it's a good thing," Gillian replied.  "I mean, he's gentle and
romantic -- not like you.  He doesn't make me suck him or play with my ass or
do those other things that make me feel like a nasty girl..."  The connotation
given 'nasty girl' here would be as in 'hot,' not as in 'horrible.'  "He
doesn't get me all excited like you do, but I really don't have the time and
energy for such things.  After we're married, I'll be able to put that stuff
away, except for when we want more children."

	"Uh... huh..."  I gathered that all this was news to Mack, too.  "So,
you like your men without balls?"

	"Well, husbands," Gillian replied blithely.  "I like to be a nasty
girl sometimes, but not ALL the time..."

	"I think you're underestimating Pete," Mack opined.

	"Oh, I hope not!"

	Next thing I knew, I was on the sidewalk out front.  I don't remember
letting myself out.  I walked two doors over and hammered on Elena's door.
"Jes?  Pete!"

	"Can I come in?"

	"Chure."

	We talked a bit, then I asked her, "Why don't you come see me any
more?"

	Her face got a serious look on it, then she said, "One day Mack sat me
down and he said that I'm not good for jou.  I argued with him, but he was
right -- I don't have the things jou are gonna want in a woman."  I opened my
mouth, but she forestalled me, cradling her tits.  "Oh, jes, I have some of
them -- but not the brains, jou know?  The sex -- that is no problem -- but I
am estupid."

	"I wouldn't go THAT far!" I objected.

	"Jou are sweet," Elena patted my cheek, "but compared to jou I am
estupid.  It's hokay.  I get by."

	"Well, I never said that, and I wouldn't!" I declared.

	"I know jou wouldn't, Baby, but it's still the truth..."

	I sighed.  "So what do you think of Gillian?"

	"Ches a nice girl," Elena replied, "but che is not for jou, either.
Che... wouldn't appreciate jou."

	"According to her, I'm just north of queer," I rasped, "but that's a
GOOD thing, in her book."

	"What?"

	"I tried to be considerate of her because she seems kind of, well,
fragile.  Come to find out, she thinks I suck in the sack -- but that's okay,
because she doesn't want to have to be bothered with it much."

	Elena giggled.  "Like I said, che wouldn't appreciate jou.  Che isn't
right, in some ways -- che's fine for some things, but not really for men.
Che wants them to give her money and protection -- but che doesn't want to
give men what they want."

	"She seems to like having sex with Mack..."  I almost said 'che.'

	"Mack, he takes.  You give.  Che will give to Mack, because che has
to, and because it might lead to him giving to her -- but che will just take
from jou.  Mack, he probably got that reaction because he made demands -- that
happens sometimes.  Sometimes we want men to make demands...  Che probably
likes it."

	"So I went wrong by taking it easy on her?"

	"Jes.  It is not always that way, but sometimes."  Elena shook her
head.  "Che thinks you are a bad lover?"

	"Yup."

	"Che is estupid.  I appreciate jou."

	"Thanks, Honey -- but we're not doing anything either," I pointed out.

	"Well, that's because..."

	"You're not right for me?  Parts of you are..." I waggled my eyebrows.

	"Jes," she giggled.  "Maybe I'm right for those parts."

	"Just because we're not made for each other doesn't mean we can't be
friends," I insisted.

	"Jes.  Buddies," she nodded.

	"Yeah."

	"Fuck buddies?"  She eyed me sidelong.

	"We do that well, don't we?"

	"Jes," she agreed, nodding.  "I like that.  We do that VERY well!  I
miss that!"

	"Yeah, me, too!"

	She eyed me sidelong.  "Maybe jou have time to see if I'm still safe
on my back?"

	I eyed my watch.  "Sounds like a good idea.  I wouldn't want you
hurting yourself..."

	I spent the night.  Elena's cries of joy were a major salve to my
wounded pride and I ended up with a hickey and claw marks on my back!  Latin
women...

	The next morning, Mack gave me the eye.  "Who did that?"

	"Elena.  We've decided to become fuck-buddies."

	"Sounds serious."

	"Only when fucking.  She says she's too estupid for a serious
relationship."

	"Uh huh.  What about Gillian?" Mack asked.

	"Thanks, but no thanks.  In fact, I'd appreciate it if you tracked her
progress for a while.  I'm tired of that shit.  I think maybe I babied her too
much and now she's spoiled."

	"Could be."

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	Gillian was gone by the end of the month -- which was fine with me; I
couldn't see her doing Month Two.  Mack got in the Tweeter Sisters -- well,
they weren't sisters, but they spent most of their time basically glued to one
another.  Both of them had kids; Angela had lots of hair and a nice rack and a
model's walk -- but her eyes were too close together and you could tell that
there was no brain tissue between them on sight.  Lisa was one of those tall,
odd-shaped girls with the strange hips and knock knees and odd rolls here and
there.  It took both of them to get you a creature with an IQ approaching
ninety.  It was no surprise that either of them had a kid, and no surprise
that neither of them had the slightest idea who the father was.  But, hey,
they were decent fucks and no threat from the man-hunting perspective...

	Elena hung out for over a year; we would get together once every
couple of weeks for some fun in the sack, but she was done trying to keep me.
Eventually, some hot muscular latino guy named Herve started coming around and
she asked me gently not to mess her up -- and in two months, she was gone.

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	Rudy kicked out his roommates and Irene moved in with him; neither of
them has said the 'M' word in my presence, but it's coming, I think.  Elliott
and Edwina are on the edge of the same thing.  I haven't found anything worth
mentioning.

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	Mack's Mamas come and go -- some last a year or so, and some only a
month -- but they keep us busy and my balls drained regularly, which works for
me.  Maybe one day one will trip me up -- but I think my armor is pretty
good...