Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 126
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: mf 1st ir MF D/s

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 126
Relatives

      Draper Travis was a little freaked out.  Six hours ago, he'd showed up
at the Prom, with a runnin' partner to amuse himself by watchin' the
domesticated dudes get dragged all over the floor (well, that was the
official version, anyway - the reality was that he hadn't worked up the
nerve to ask anyone for a date...).  Draper shook his head to clear it,
thinking, 'Now I'm standin' in my girlfriend's (yeah, girlfriend - how in
the Hell did THAT happen?) bedroom, while she's snuggled up to me, buck
naked, and tryin' to stick her tongue down my throat!  Nate's downstairs,
loudly bangin' a white bitch...  (Fuckin' unreal in itself...).  And
Teninsha's old man is out in the hallway rantin' an ' ravin' about me bein'
in here, but her 'ol lady says 'Hey, if she wants to hump, hump!''  Draper
stood there, rubbing his forehead - when did shit turn upside down?  When
'Nisha slapped Nate?  When Bobby McCormick put a hammerlock on me to take
'Nisha home?

      Tenisha started shoving Draper's coat off his shoulders.  "What's the
matter, Baby?" she asked, worried.

      "Mmmm?"  Draper gathered himself for a moment, "Lotta shit happenin',
real fast..."

      Tenisha giggled as she tossed Draper's coat over her vanity stool and
stepped up to go to work on his tie, "Yeah!  Dina and Bobby sure lit the
fuse, didn't they?"

      "Dina?  That wild lookin' chick McCormick was with?"  Draper's
eyebrows rose as pieces started slipping into place...

      "Yeah, Baby.  Dina met me in the Ladies while I was cooling down after
Nate made an ass of himself..."  Tenisha turned laughing eyes on her new
boyfriend, "We sealed your fate right then - you don't mind, do ya?"
Tenisha batted her eyes and feigned innocence.

      Draper grinned.  "It's startin' to make sense - and I'd be a pure fool
to complain!  So, Bobby's 'favor' was a set-up?"

      Tenisha nodded, watching him closely while she unbuttoned his shirt.
"Nate and Nora, too, I bet.  I think Dina had the whole thing planned when
she reached the Ladies'."

      Draper grinned, "You know, you could'a had me, any time!"

      Tenisha smiled, but maintained her silence.  It wouldn't do to let
Draper know that the reverse was true - at least not that baldly.  After a
moment, she murmured, "Seems like it took an outsider to fix the problem..."

      Draper grunted, "Somehow, I ain't surprised..."  Tenisha grabbed at
his belt, and Draper felt that it was time to try again to be noble...
"Baby, you don' need to do this to seal the deal - I ain't goin' nowhere..."

      Tenisha locked eyes with him and slowed, but didn't stop.  "Baby,
that's not what this is about!  I know that we're past questions over
whether we're gonna have a relationship - in fact, if I thought THAT wasn't
settled, I'd hold out, in spite of how bad I want it!  But it is, isn't it?"
Draper shrugged, nodding.  "Okay, then its simple; I want it - BAD!  Unless
you don't want to?"

      "Yeah, right!  I always got a fuckin' boner when I tell a chick I don'
want it!"  Draper chuckled, and Tenisha made his pants hit the floor.  "Not
that I got a whole lot of experience wit' tellin' girls 'No'!"

      Tenisha stepped into his arms, snuggling close, "Well, there WAS
Beulah Tyrone - unless you were pulling my leg..."

      "Shit!  Forgot about her!"  Draper shook his head.  "Ain't polite, but
I don' much even think of her as bein' human!  Kinda like messin' with a
horse - or a cow!"

      Tenisha stepped back, put hands on hips, and feigned outrage, "So, is
that how you're gonna think of ME after you've got your first dozen kids on
me and I'm old, slow, and beat up?  As a cow?"

      "Huh!"  Draper reposted, "Not hardly!"  He grinned, "'Sides, I've seen
your momma!  I got no worries!"

      Tenisha laughed, "I THOUGHT you might have taken that in!"

      Draper shook his head.  "They way she stood there with your ol' man's
cum running down her leg, a fella'd have to be dead not to notice!"

      "Yeah," Tenisha agreed.  "Mama's shameless about her sex, and I plan
to be, too!  You know she was checking you out for a reaction, too?"

      "Figgered as much..."

      "She got one, too..." Tenisha smiled coyly, "I know - I was holding
it!"  She snuggled into his arms, offering her lips.  Draper took them, and
for an immeasurable period of time, their tongues dueled, periodically
changing venues from her mouth to his and back.  Finally, Tenisha pulled
back and husked, "Come on, even if you're going to be all noble, I want to
know how comfortable you are to lay on..."  She took his hand and led him to
the bed, sweeping off an undifferentiated mass of Beanie Babies and other
stuffed toys.  The bedspread, blanket, and top sheet went as quickly, Draper
assisting one-handed.  She pushed him back onto the bed, and he crawled up
and settled himself on his back, then drew her forward atop him.  As she
crawled atop him, he noticed, bemused, that there WAS a bit more to her tits
than just nipple; they developed a conical shape, swinging free.  But those
nipples...  He reached down and took her under the arms, dragging her
further up than she intended to settle, and wrapped his lips around a stiff,
inch-long prominence.  "Ooogh!" Tenisha sighed, eyelids drooping in
pleasure.  She'd settled down a bit while soothing Draper's nerves, but his
lips on her nipple caused the fires to rage again.

      Tenisha reached for Draper's cock, finding it hot and hard and as
silky-smooth as the rest of him.  Draper groaned, dropped his right hand to
her left asscheek, and extended two fingers to find her openings.  His
middle finger found her already soaked vaginal opening almost instantly, and
rather than doing further hunting, he contented himself with that, sliding
the finger into the damp tunnel.

      "Uuummmm!"  Tenisha threw her head back, arching as the sparks flew
between her nipple and her pussy.  There was NO WAY Draper was going to
leave that room before she rode his cock!  She started to slide his silky
foreskin along his now diamond-hard rod.

      Draper had given up any attempt at withdrawal.  Males aren't really
prepared to say 'no' in the face of a female's actively expressed desire -
all of their weapons point the other way!  When Tenisha began to impale
herself on his middle finger, he waited until it was going well and added
the index finger to the mix!

      "Oooohhhh!  Baby!  I'm ready!" Tenisha crooned, eyes glassy.  She
raised herself into a vertical position, and began rubbing Draper's cock
against her opening.

      Draper went nuts!  Any thought he had of holding out was washed away
in the tsunami of sensation the first time she swiped the head of his cock
along her furrow!  Grasping her hips, he howled, "Get it in!"  Tenisha found
the opening, and Draper's biceps flexed, driving her onto his rampant shaft!


      "Aaaauuugh!" Tenisha screamed in surprise and pain.  Draper had
smashed her down over half his cock!  Her hymen, not totally intact, anyway,
shredded, flashing pain through her.

      Draper was instantly contrite.  Stopping dead in his tracks, he
exclaimed, "Oh, Baby, I..."  There was no excuse...

      ...But it wasn't an issue, anyway.  Pain was already giving way to
pleasure as Tenisha's battered sex adapted to its intruder.  Tenisha
produced a distinctly Mona Lisa smile, and pulled his hands up from her hips
to her nipples.  "Its okay - but let me drive for a while..."

      Draper was more than happy to oblige.  They held still for a moment,
while Tenisha adjusted, then with an inward stare as she traced the
sensations, Tenisha began to move, lifting a bit, then lowering herself,
using Draper's girth to open new territory.

      "Uuuuhhhhh!"  The feel of Tenisha's vaginal walls parting before the
head of his cock was exquisite, driving Draper to near delirium!  "Stop!
Stop!  Or I'll blow!" he moaned.

      Tenisha didn't stop - her own search for pleasure wouldn't allow it -
but she slowed 'way down, which was almost worse!  Draper's legs began to
shake as his control began to slip away...  This had an unexpected result,
however.  The more random movements help Draper regain control while driving
Tenisha into a frenzy!  She began to drive herself up and down, absorbing
Draper's entire length, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, Baby!  Oh!  Oh, Baby!  Oh, Baby!
Oh, Baby!  OH! Baby!  OH! BABY!  OH, BABY!  OOOHHH!  BAYBEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Tenisha, her face a mask of lust, ground herself against Draper's crotch as
the waves of her climax inundated her.  Draper gritted his teeth and hung
on, determined to give her two.


      Up the hall, Bess translated the signature scream, "Well, 'Lonzo, our
little girl is a woman!  Fuck me again?"

      Alonzo sighed over his daughter's lost innocence, and rolled atop
Bess.  "Boy would'a gone home..." he growled, while wiping his erection
along her damp slit.

      "Yeah," Bess agreed, "I got that, too.  But 'Nisha would have been
disappointed.  It was time."  Alonzo found his target, and sank his bone
into her in one stroke, drawing a pleased hiss from his wife, who then
continued, "Girl needs her sex.  She's...ummm...all tense.  By the
time...ahhh... I was... her age... mmmm... you was... bonin' me... ahhhhh...
regular!"

      Alonzo grinned at the effect of his steady strokes had on Bess'
speech.  She was starting to slur...  Next came...

      "... Oh, Baby!  Oh, Baby!  Oh, Baby!"  Bess' eyes were glassy, and the
litany was well under way, as her swollen clit slid up and down Alonzo's
pounding shaft.  Alonzo grinned tightly and threw himself into his work.

      Tenisha was just coming down from her first major climax when she
picked up her mother's utterances from down the hall.  Her libido fueled by
the stimulus, she cut the corner on her aftermath and resumed driving
herself onto Draper's erect cock.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, Baby!  Oh!"

      Draper felt his testicles beginning to tighten and that pre-
ejaculation rush coming on, and began driving from below, pushing Tenisha up
the slope toward her second orgasm even faster!  "Awwww, fuck!  I'm gonna
blow!"

      Tenisha adapted to the surge, and began to squall, "Baby!  God!  Baby!
Oh, Baby!  OH!  BABY!  OH, BABY!  OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"  Grinding, rocking,
milking surges accompanied her second, even larger climax!  Tenisha shook
like a leaf, grunting, "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" as her pussy grabbed and milked
Draper's cock.

      Draper went stiff as a board, arching despite Tenisha's best efforts
to nail him to the mattress, and screamed, "AWWWWW!!!!" as his hose began
flooding Tenisha's grasping channel.  The pair strove and strained and
grunted, trying hard to become one organism, before finally collapsing
together in a heap.


      Bess picked up Tenisha's scream of completion, and it provided a jet-
assist to HER ride to orgasm.  This time, Bess got that look, that inward
stare, and went quiet.  Alonzo KNEW what that meant - Bess was brewing a BIG
one!  Bess' hips developed this figure-eight grind that seemed to leave him
impaled everywhere along his stroke, and she started a little anticipatory
hum.  Alonzo thought to himself, 'Maybe we ought to bone 'em side by side,
so they can play off each other and save us menfolk some work...'

      Maybe it was the thought.  Maybe it was the way Bess' hips began to
snap, atop the complicated roll.  Maybe...  Who knows?  But suddenly, the
fact tat Alonzo had just gotten off a few minutes before was totally
irrelevant, because he was THERE, AGAIN, just that quick!  Bess' mouth
opened and the hum took on volume, "MmmmmmMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!
BAYBEEEEEEE!!!!"  She crushed her crotch against him while lightning
flashed, and thunder roared, and Alonzo, electrocuted, surged against her,
blasting away!


      Downstairs, Nora smiled as the screams of her classmate and her mother
reassured her that no one was going to be pointing too many fingers at HER
salacious activity, even if she'd more or less started it.  Nora was again
lying on the couch, Nate draped atop her, nursing on her neck.  That he was
trying to give her a hickey was a virtual certainty; Nate was the type that
would want to leave a mark...  Nora smiled gently and rubbed his back - let
him have his little fun!  Besides, his lips on her neck felt good...  Maybe,
after they'd gone together a while, she'd insert the idea into his head that
he should have her get his name tattooed on her, somewhere...  After a bit,
when it appeared that Nate was going to try to start another on the other
side, Nora pushed against his chest, murmuring, "Nate, Honey, it's time to
take me home..."

      Nate proved surprisingly tractable, and they were up and out in no
time, Nora finding a hamper in the bathroom for the messy towel and pad.
Stuffing themselves back into clothing was more trouble; to both it was like
being mummified after the delicious release of being naked.  Nate handed
Nora into his ratty old Chevette, and they took off.  Nate didn't even
notice that he was suddenly chivalrous, opening the door and handing her in
- but Nora did, and smiled to herself.

      The trip was amazingly quiet.  Nora was somewhat surprised - Nate had
totally shelved his rap.  But Nate was shocky; when he'd walked out the door
of his mother's ratty apartment earlier in the evening, he'd had no
expectations other than to stand on the sidelines making acidic comments
while others had fun.  Certainly, he hadn't expected to so much as TOUCH a
girl!  His eyes drifted to the right, where Nora sat quietly.  Would this be
it?  Would she wake up in the morning and decide she'd had her fling with a
bruthuh, and blow him off?  He was just starting to get worked up behind
that thought process when a soft hand laid itself atop his on the
transmission shift lever.  The whole thing went straight out the window at
the touch.  Nate glanced over at Nora and grunted, "Damn bucket seats!"

      Nora giggled and shifted her hand to his neck, rubbing gently.  "Take
the next left."

      Nate nodded and negotiated the corner, then slowed down.  Nora
answered the unspoken question with, "It's down a few blocks, on the left.
1311."   Nate concentrated on his navigation, wishing he didn't have to; it
was simply amazing what Nora's soft touch on his neck did for him!  He drove
carefully, due to the hour and the knowledge that an alert, bored cop could
pose serious problems for them, finally finding the house aided by a nod
from Nora and pulling into the drive.

      Sharon Wilson started awake at the sound of a rather loud vehicle
pulling into the drive.  A glance at her watch brought raised eyebrows - it
was past 3:00!  A glance out the window revealed that the car wasn't Little
Teddy Frick's, which added somewhat to her confusion; she'd expected that
Nora would call and ask to stay over with Mary Nally hours ago.  Obviously,
there had been a change of plan, at some point...  Sharon plopped back into
her chair to await developments.

      Nothing happened immediately, however.  Sharon waited patiently for
five minutes, then, confused as to what could POSSIBLY be going on out
front, hopped up and put an eye to the peephole...

      Nate had piled out of the car immediately upon arrival, and was there
to hand Nora out before she got the door open.  Nora covered her surprise
and allowed the service, smiling slightly while wondering how long it would
take Nate to come out with "Bitch!  Git yer own damned door!"  Nate acted
like he did this all the time...

      When they reached the porch, Nora glanced around a bit, (Nate couldn't
figure out why - she didn't look at the house, only the surroundings) and
said "G'night, Nate.  I, uh..."

      Nate grinned.  "'I had a wonderful time' don't come close for me..."

      Nora returned the smile.  "Me either.  Tonight turned out a LOT
different than anticipated!"  She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his
neck, gazing into his eyes from about three inches.  "So, when are you gonna
call me?"

      Nate's eyes popped, but before Nora could react to her instinctive
assumption that he was going to push her off, he blurted the reason for his
surprise, "Shit!  I don't have your number!"

      "Shhh!  Want to wake up the neighborhood?" Nora hissed, again glancing
around.  "You want me to just tell you, or do you want to write it down?"

      "Don' want no fuck-ups!  Lemme get something..."  Nate ran for his
car, throwing open the driver's door and diving in to look for pen and
paper.  After a minute's wild thrashing, he came up with a marker and a
somewhat ragged hunk of napkin.  Smirking, Nora, who had drifted over to the
car while he searched, recited her phone number while Nate carefully inked
it onto the absorbent paper.  The first effort failed; the numbers were too
small and became undecipherable blobs on the napkin.  Nate cursed softly,
and did it again in much larger script, then carefully laid the napkin on
the dashboard.

      The pair held hands on the way back to her door, and on arrival Nora
drew herself against him and offered her lips for a goodnight kiss.  Nate
bent down and accepted the invitation, then was gratified when her lips
opened - it wasn't gonna be any chaste effort, after all!  Nate concentrated
on the kiss, putting everything else on autopilot, and Nora soon matched his
efforts, forgetting to worry about where she was...

      Sharon took a moment to focus through the peephole, but she got an
eyeful!  Nora was on the porch, wrapped up in a clinch with a BOY!  What's
more, the boy wasn't Little Teddy Frick (Sharon experienced a momentary bout
of vague relief over this, before realization set in) - the boy was BLACK!!!
Sharon actually moaned in terror - what would Armand do?  Galvanized, she
threw open the door...

      Nate wasn't much for his surroundings, concentrating instead on the
kiss, until suddenly a hand snatched him, off balance, through the open
front door of Nora's house!  "Get in here, you two!" a female voice shrilled
as the door slammed behind them, "Nora!  My God, what WERE you thinking!
Heaven knows what your father is going to do when he hears of this!"  This
last was almost a wail.  Nate looked up and beheld an older version of Nora,
somewhat larger in all horizontal dimensions: wider hips, bigger bust, a
LITTLE bigger in the waist...  Nora's mama, without a doubt.  Nate couldn't
help the instant examination, and the thought, 'So THAT's what she'll look
like after a couple of kids...  Yeh, I can deal wit' it, no problem...'  His
face wrinkled in a frown.  "I expected to get kicked off the steps, not
jerked inside!  You wanna tell me what's goin' on?"  Nora's mama didn't seem
to be pissed, but she was clearly agitated...

      Sharon took a breath, but rounded on Nora.  "Before I do, maybe you
could fill me in, so I don't waste time jumping to conclusions?"  Nate
didn't hear the unspoken 'Is this for real?' but Nora got it, loud and
clear...

      Nora put her hand in Nate's, which pretty much answered the unspoken
question, but she went ahead with her explanation while her mother scrubbed
her face with both hands, "Think we can sit somewhere first, Mom?"

      "Okay - not out here, though," Sharon replied, waving at the open
drapes.  "Let's go into the den."  The den, originally the garage, was
virtually windowless, and assumed to be more private, screened from
observation.  Little did Sharon know...  She drew the curtains on the single
window.  Rounding on Nora, she demanded, "So, what happened?  And when?
This has to have been recent - your father..."

      Nora sighed, "Mom, this is Nate..."

      "Pleased to meet you, Nathan," Sharon said somewhat perfunctorily.

      Nate expected racism, and normally would have bridled.  But there was
something about Nora's mama's attitude that said race might be a
complication, but it wasn't the basic problem...  "It's Nate, Ma'am.  That's
what's on my birth certificate.  Mama fixed it so I wouldn't have a
nickname."

      "Um, Nate, then," Sharon absorbed the rejoinder.  "How is it that I
find you on my doorstep?"  The question went to Nate, but the look that went
with it went to Nora.

      "Um, a mutual friend hooked us up," Nora replied.  "Nate and I have
certain complimentary needs."  Nora smiled gently, and Nate wondered just
which ones she was planning to enumerate.  "Nate's kind of antisocial in
pursuing his, and I wasn't busy and needed a project."  The smile became
toothy, "I plan to domesticate him."

      Nate eyed Nora sidelong.  "Excuse me?" he demurred, but what he was
thinking was '...an' the little bitch is halfway there already!'

      "I shudder to think of the size of the red flag you're waving before
your father!" Sharon whined.  "You KNOW how he is - there is no predicting
WHAT he'll do..."

      "Well, Mom, I hate to make life difficult, but it had to happen
sometime!" Nora blustered.  "And while Nate's a little more risky than some,
I don't THINK Dad's a racist..."

      Sharon looked resigned, "No, Hon - but it's such a WONDERFUL
excuse..."  She dropped into the chair.

      "Somebody wanna tell me what's goin' on?  This sounds like a lot more
than 'You silly bitch!  Howcum you're huntin' black dick'..." Nate's
distraction allowed his mouth to get away from him for what was probably the
first time since he and Nora had swung into orbit.

      "Oh!" Sharon's hands flew to her face in shock.  Nora merely said,
mildly, "Nate, Honey, watch your mouth."  Nate grimaced, and Nora continued,
"But you're right - you need to know this..."  She drew him onto the couch
beside her and began the tale:  "To me, Dad's little more than a voice on
the phone - I haven't seen him in years.  But to Mom..."

      Armand Wilson had married Sharon out of high school.  The courtship
had been a little strange...  She had become aware of him watching her in
the halls, for reasons that weren't exactly clear, and had been inept at
pretending she hadn't noticed, being inexperienced - after all, she hadn't
been garnering much male attention!  This led to more surveillance by him,
which increased her vigilance - until they were virtually watching each
other constantly any time they were in each other's presence.  It turned
into a game:  Armand would attempt to spy on her without her knowledge - but
without being actively surreptitious.  He never hid - he just appeared
without warning.  Sharon's job was to catch him.  The resulting bold stares
would give her hot flashes...

      This went on for some time, then suddenly one morning he appeared
before her.  "We need to go out!" he announced.

      Sharon, caught flat-footed, merely sputtered for a moment.  Armand,
impatient with her inability to get organized, scowled, shrugged, and left
as rapidly as he had arrived.

      Immediately, the nature of the game changed.  Armand was no longer
content to merely surprise Sharon - now he announced himself by touching
her.  It was never quite objectionable; there would be a light brush on her
arm, or hip - maybe her back or calf, carefully non-sexual - and he would be
there, in the vicinity, watching, when she glanced around.  By the end of
two weeks, she was thoroughly spooked.  When he again presented himself
before her, arms folded, and demanded, "Well?" Sharon, thoroughly cowed,
merely squeaked, "Okay."

      "I'll be by at six," he announced, and was gone.  The more Sharon
thought about it, the scarier it got - no request for an address or phone
number, and no discussion as to where they might go - obviously, he was well
aware of the former, and didn't plan to ask her input for the latter...
When he showed up at six, he scowled at her choice in clothing (shorts and a
blouse), told her they were going to dinner 'someplace nice' and demanded
that she put on a skirt.  While she was upstairs, he somehow captivated her
parents - her mother took her aside and berated her for her thoughtlessness
in matters of dress - then he collected her and they left.

      They had sex that night.  Armand DID take her to a decent, sit-down
restaurant - but it wasn't anywhere pricey, or even with a dress code.  It
soon became evident that his demand was purely in an effort to ease his
access to her sex.  They went from the restaurant to his place, where he
lured her into necking, then had his way with her, rolling over her feeble
objections like a tsunami.  He had two fingers inside the leg band of her
panties in moments, and after that, the war was lost.  Armand displayed an
impressive expertise in using the combination of intimidation and her own
arousal to prey upon her submissive nature, overcoming her vestigial
defenses as if they were tissue paper.  He took her, roughly, right there on
the couch, staining her skirt with semen and blood from her ruptured hymen.
His pleasure was paramount; he granted her just enough to make the
experience addictive, and she knew it.  When he took her home, he bit her on
the neck and announced, "Tommorrow night, you will learn how to suck me
off!"

      She did, too.

      While her parents remained blissfully ignorant, by the end of the year
anybody in the know had realized that Sharon wasn't Armand's girlfriend, she
was a possession - one that he kept fine-tuned to handle his sexual needs.
Those in the know included his parents; at home, Armand took Sharon any time
and any place he felt like it, and both of his parents caught them at it one
time or another.  On her discovery, Armand's mother withdrew, embarrassed,
and never mentioned it, although she looked on Sharon with an embarrassing
sympathy, afterward; Armand's father, however, stood there, grinning, for
several minutes, making sure she saw him and was thoroughly humiliated as
she knelt before Armand on the couch, bobbing on his erect cock.  This was a
dead giveaway as to where Armand got his attitude and methods...

      Armand didn't ask Sharon to marry him, he directed it.  Sharon,
thoroughly cowed, complied, maintaining the fiction for the benefit of her
parents and various strangers.  After the wedding, Armand took good care of
Sharon, but she lived a life of virtual slavery - he controlled everything
she did.  Viewed objectively, his technique was a work of art: he seldom
laid a hand on her, even then only perhaps to give her a good shake - but
his mental and emotional controls were absolute.  Sharon KNEW he could read
her mind, and she feared him above all else - but with the fear came an
attraction...  At the end of two years of marriage, Sharon was an emotional
wreck, and the constant stress was taking a physical toll; she was also
three months pregnant with Nora.  It was a miracle that she had gone that
long without conceiving - Armand used her daily, ruthlessly, sometimes
several times, and forbade her birth control of any type.  Sharon frankly
expected to die of fear before the year was out.

      But fate intervened at that point.  Armand's uncle, a famous meat-
packing baron, died, and in a surprise move left the bulk of his estate to
Armand, rather than his three sons - the claim in the will being that high
living had left them soft, without any hunger to succeed.  Armand's
attention was distracted from his favorite toy by the strife of trying to
hold onto his bequest against his cousins' attempt to contest the will and
his efforts to establish his power base.  He took to being absent for days
at a time, hiring a nurse to assist Sharon in the later months of her
pregnancy.

      In addition, he discovered that monied power could bring him a
selection of toys to dominate and control, at various levels.  A few months
after this discovery, he announced to Sharon that she would be released -
their marriage was at an end.

      Sharon was divorced, but she wasn't free.  Armand's legal staff rolled
right over her in the matter of alimony and child support, providing her
with barely enough to squeak by on the theory that just because Armand had
come into money while married didn't mean that Sharon was entitled to it.
Armand had convinced Sharon that she was virtually useless, unfit to work at
anything besides raising his daughter, so she lived meagerly on the stipend.
Armand continued to manipulate her, using his visitation rights as an excuse
to call Sharon a couple of times a week and dictate demands for techniques
in child rearing designed solely to make her broke and miserable, with the
threat of ripping custody from her as a weapon.  The calls, however, were
also venting sessions in which Armand could abuse Sharon while regaling her
with tales of the mistakes of his most recent toy or his 'inept' staff (all
of whom were really quite good, if not voracious enough for Armand's
tastes).  On one of those calls, lightning struck - Armand was complaining
about the amounts of charity money he was forced to kick out without seeing
any benefit, when Sharon replied, "Your accountants don't have time to do
the kind of research that will benefit you - they just understand the
numbers.  You need someone with the time to find you charities that will
benefit you!"

      Armand paused, blinked, and replied, "Sharon, if you find me such a
charity, I will give you a present."

      Sharon went out and found a boy's club that just happened to be very
important to a certain city councilman...

      ...and a warehousing deal that Armand had been unable to make happen
slid through city council on greased skids.

      This set a pattern that worked well for them both - Sharon chased down
worthy charities that would offer a return benefit to Wilson Packing, and
Armand would provide 'gifts' - quantities of money that made Sharon and
Nora's life more comfortable.  As for Armand, he had the opportunity to
manipulate Sharon by granting or withholding those 'gifts'...

      In the intervening dozen years, Sharon became the unofficial charity
representative for Armand's business.  She attended dozens of functions, and
traveled periodically on Armand's instructions, sniffing out opportunities
in other cities.  Armand's chief accountant and head of his strategic staff
offered to marry her, sight unseen; at least a dozen of Armand's competitors
would have hired Sharon for up to six figures.  Fortunately for Armand,
Sharon was blithely unaware...  Armand's voice on the phone filled Sharon
with dread - but it dispensed the finer things in life, as well as those
acid attacks that occurred with capricious regularity...

      Of course, Nate got the condensed version; Nora sighed, and began, "To
me, Dad is just a voice on the phone - I don't remember ever seeing him.
But Mom, well, she takes a lot of his shit.  If he gets pissed - which
happens a lot, it's a control thing - money gets thin and life gets hard,
'cause Mom doesn't work.  Well, she does charity work, but that doesn't pay
if you don't count the bucks Dad kicks out when he's pleased.  Dad's into
control; he's been running Mom's life since before I was born - and it's
pretty clear he's got people spying on us, 'cause he knows EVERYTHING we do!
So, well, Mom shit the bed when she saw us on the porch, 'cause Dad's
CERTAIN to pound us over it!"

      Sharon just sat there and smiled weakly.  One of the few things Nora
DIDN'T know was what happened on those occasions when she went to see Armand
at his offices...  Armand didn't share anything, and he never let go.
Technically, Sharon was free of him - but it was his habit to reassert his
control over her by taking her, there in his office - and if his current toy
was made to watch, so much the better.  He got off on the humiliation,
making her suck him off, or bending her over the desk and pounding her in
front of his current toy as an object lesson.  And she took it - and...  No,
she couldn't admit that part, could she?

      Nate frowned, "So what's this all mean to us?"  Frankly, it didn't
sound good...

      Nora suddenly became absorbed in her manicure...  "It means things
might be thin around here for the foreseeable future..."  She looked up,
locking eyes with Sharon, "I'm sorry, Mom, but I don't plan to let Dad
dictate my love life."

      Sharon's initial response died in the implications, "Love life?"

      Nora amplified, deadpan, "Yes, Mom - I'm no longer a virgin.  Nate and
I are lovers, and I plan to enjoy sex with him, regularly.  It's all part of
my plan to domesticate him..."  She eyed Nate with a proprietary air.  His
return look said that self-interest was struggling with outrage and (barely)
winning.

      Sharon's mouth was open.  "You had sex?" She spun on Nate, preparing
to unleash a blast of parental outrage.

      But Nora axed it, neatly, "What are you looking at HIM for?  I
practically raped him!  He was really sweet about offering to put the whole
thing off..."  Nora caressed Nate's cheek while he sat there, fuming, at the
effortless insult to his manhood.

      Sharon gathered herself and pushed out the second probe, "Unprotected
sex?"

      "Hell, no!  Neither of us is fucking stupid!" Nate lit her up, glad he
could vent SOMEWHERE!

      "I'm gonna want to go to the doctor right away, Mom - rubbers suck,
and I promised Nate he wouldn't have to use them any more than necessary!"
Nora announced.

      "You WHAT?" Sharon rounded on Nora.  "I'm supposed to support your
acting like a slut?"

      "You will, or you will be a grandmother - and soon!" Nora replied
levelly.  "Nate's... good!  And I'm not gonna deny either of us just because
you want to be stubborn!  Besides, it's not as if I'm handing out tickets -
if I'm a slut, I'm NATE'S slut; I don't plan to sleep around..."

      Sharon looked back and forth between them, mouth working.  Nate,
wisely, held himself aloof - this was between the women.  Besides, he was
dealing with Nora's offhand compliments regarding his prowess.  "Fine!" she
spat.  "At least the health insurance is paid!"  She rounded on Nate.  "How
long do you figure this is going to go on?"

      Nate bit off an angry retort when he realized from her look that race
wasn't the issue, and that he was imposing some suffering upon the woman.
Mildly, he replied, "I dunno.  I got no reason to end it, an' every reason
to keep it goin'.  Nora's... sweet."  He glanced away, embarrassed.

      "And a pretty good piece of ass, too, I'll wager!" Sharon hissed
sarcastically.

      "Well, yeah," Nate admitted, stung, "But that ain't the total package!
She's, uh..."  He stumbled to a stop, suddenly realizing the depth of his
exposure.  A quick look at Nora revealed a creamy look of satisfaction in
her eyes - she'd taken it all in.

      Sharon took note, too.  Whether it was love, or the young black boy
was just following his dick home, Nora had woven a spell around him...  A
glance at Nora took in her satisfied expression - and something else...
"Nora, turn your head," Sharon rasped.  Nora, suspecting what was up, turned
her head to the left.  "The other way!" Sharon directed.  The left side of
Nora's neck sported an ovoid bruise.  Sharon turned eyes like gun barrels on
Nate.  "Did you do that?"

      Nate nodded silently, contriving somehow to add pink to his
coloration.  Sharon bore in, "So, you're a vampire, too?"  But she couldn't
hold the expression, and suddenly, she was smiling.  "Generally, in this
culture, we use rings to mark our women!" she pointed out, chuckling.  Nate,
frankly, had no idea what to say to that, so he just bobbed his head.  Then
he realized that by now both of the women had managed to ride rough-shod
over his ego!

      But Nora's hand stole into his, and squeezed as she murmured, "Go easy
on him Mom, he's got no experience with women."

      Sharon eyed the union, and sighed, "Well, since I don't seem to have
any choice, I'll just have to make the best of it...  You're welcome here,
Nate, as long as the two of you appear to have a serious relationship.  I'll
deal with the fallout, somehow."

      "Uh, thanks, Miz Wilson," Nate was still a bit off balance over the
fact that Sharon's objection to him had little or nothing to do with his
color...  "Guess I probably oughta be goin'..."  He rose, and Nora came with
him, walking him to the door.

      Nora presented him with a long, torrid, kiss, then husked, "You were
really sweet in there - I know some of it wasn't easy.  Next time, I'm gonna
make sure you're very happy about it."  The sultry look in her eyes brought
his cock back to attention.

      "Well, your momma didn't scream, or throw things, or anything.  It was
kinda weird, but it coulda been a lot worse..." Nate allowed.

      "Wait 'til I tell her we'll be spending evenings in my room!" Nora
chuckled.

      Nate's eyes popped.  "Wait'll I'm gone, willya?" he whined.  "I don'
wanna be here for that!"

      Nora bussed him again, and opened the door.  "You'd best go, then - I
want the whole confrontation over with is one pass!  Oh, and Nate!"

      "Yeah?" Nate found he didn't want to be on this porch.  Inside, with
Nora - or gone - but not here where he could be a problem to them.

      "They make bigger rubbers, and it will be a bit before pills take
effect, I'm sure.  Best get some.  Call me tomorrow?" Nora grinned.

      "Yeh," Nate smiled back.  "After lunch?"

      Nora nodded, and Nate made for his car.