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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 3 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: exhib

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 3

        Thursday morning was beautiful.  It dawned in the lower sixties, and
the temperature took all morning to climb into the mid seventies, which made
lugging the barbeque and other assorted items out of the storage shed and
putting them into service a lot easier for Rick and for Lon, who arrived
around ten a.m.  Jean put on the white bikini -- which got her the look from
Candace when she arrived with Lon, so she went upstairs and changed into the
new baby blue outfit -- but it took Candace twenty minutes to get her out of
her bedroom, afterward, and she refused to go outside where the boys were
working, preparing various condiments, drinks, chip and other snacks in the
kitchen for transport outside.

        Nothing lasts forever, though, especially with Candace meddling.
When the barbeque and the additional tables and loungers were in position
and the fire was started, Candace sent the boys inside to collect the food
and transport it outside.  Lon got the first eyeful, "Jeezus, Jean!  You
sure took Toby's advice!"  He added a loud wolf-whistle.  "That rig is just
incredible!"

        Jean spun to face him, embarrassed, inadvertently displaying the
tiny top that went with the thong that had been the first item detected.
Behind Lon, Rick stood rooted, his mouth open in shock!  Jean attempted to
take issue with Lon's casual use of her first name, but nothing would come
out of her mouth!  She blushed a startling shade of red from her crown to
her breastbone -- all of which was visible -- and stood there, her mouth
opening and closing while she tried to come up with something to say to
defuse the situation.  Still Lon was broadcasting approval without much in
the way of lechery; Rick looked shocked for about five seconds, shrugged,
popped his eyes, and reached for a cooler to take outside.  Lon hung out for
a few more seconds, nodding in admiration, then collected the other cooler.

        Outside, Rick was alone with his thoughts.  The outfit was a
surprise -- he'd thought that the OTHER bikini was daring!  THIS one...
WOW!  He catalogued his reactions, and found an odd one in there amongst the
others -- a recognition that his mother was a woman -- a desirable one, at
that!  Up until then, Mom had been Mom...  This wasn't the major piece,
though; Mom had made a statement with this outfit.  She was saying, 'I want
a man', very clearly!  Rick had never gotten that vibe from her before; on
the other hand, her apparently defenseless reaction to Toby on Monday had
been a real surprise, too!  And it fueled an uneasiness...  "Lon, Dude, we
need to talk..."

        "Sure."  Lon put his cooler down next to Rick's.  Mama was over
looking at how the loungers and deck chairs were laid out, out of earshot.
He waited, amused; Rick was probably freaking, and would probably try to
kill things...

        "Man, I smell a setup," Rick murmured.

        "What do you mean?" Lon's eyes narrowed.

        "You remember Monday?  Mom came out in that white bikini...  She
hadn't worn that thing since before Dad died -- and it was right after we
made the pact!"

        "You think she heard us."  It was a statement.

        "Yeah.  I think she was testing us -- but Toby dragged her right
over the falls!" Rick hypothesized.

        "So what does THAT mean?" Lon wondered.

        "Well, it means your mother knows -- and Toby's mother knows..."

        Lon nodded.  "This gig is no accident."

        "Right.  They're playing with us," Rick announced with some
certainty.

        "I think you're right, Man," Lon agreed.  "Mama made a point of
including older women in her contraception lecture the other night..."

        "Shit."

        "Still, Man, what possible reason could your mother have for upping
the ante, having already lost an engagement?" Lon wondered.  "You know, just
because they're wise doesn't mean we're holding a handful of deuces...  Toby
held HIS own -- and the way your mom's been acting, she knows she's not
safe..."  He grinned.  "Four deuces can be a pretty good hand, especially if
you know what the other guy -- or gal in this case -- is holding..."  He
glanced up, surprising an interesting look on his mother's face.  "Okay, I
think they're playing all right.  They want to see how serious we are about
all this.  And they're gonna push.  I propose that we use jiu-jitsu on 'em!"

        "Meaning?" Rick blinked.

        "Meaning we use their effort against them!" Lon chuckled.  "They
push, we trip 'em, they end up on the ground -- and we fuck 'em!  Simple!"

        Rick shook his head.  "Riiiight.  Simple."  Lon was SO weird...

        "Wait'll Toby gets here," Lon advised.  "Bide your time.  Keep an
eye on Mama -- undoubtedly, she knows she's your target..."

        "Right."  Rick fixed a basilisk stare on Candace.

        "Meantime, we play it cool.  Let's go get another load of stuff."
Lon turned toward the sliding patio door.

        This time, Jean was ready for them -- but there were no issues.  Lon
smiled at her, but it was friendly, and he made no sallies; Rick just
appeared thoughtful.  She smiled back tentatively and continued to work at
making hamburger patties.

        This time, when they got outside, Rick aired the other issue.  "I
feel weird, Man."

        "About what?" Lon asked.

        "Mom.  That outfit -- the look of it -- what it says..."

        "Yeah."  Lon started pulling things off the tray he'd been carrying
and arraying them on the table.  "When you're a kid, there are males and
females and they're vaguely different -- but Mom and Dad are a different
species altogether.  Later on, you start getting the itch and women stop
being sexless things and start being fantasies -- but Mom doesn't.  Your
friends all have mothers, and they're the same species as Mom -- something
totally different from 'hot babe'.  But time goes on, and sooner or later
somebody else's mom, or a teacher, or some other older woman breaks the 'hot
babe' barrier, and you start to think...  And then, finally, Mom does
something and you realize..."  Lon had stopped fooling with the condiments
and was staring across the pool at his mother, an odd look on his face.  "I
caught her fucking this guy; he was maybe twenty-five...  She was riding
him, reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing, this incredible look on her face..."
He shook his head.  "They're women, too, Man.  They have pussies, and they
like to fuck -- or you wouldn't be here!"

        "Yeah, but..."

        "It's inappropriate to think about pronging your mother?"  Lon
chuckled.  "Most guys do, eventually.  I bet Toby's been thinking about it
for a while, given how he is and how his mother is.  It would have been
almost a gift to her to give her a dick to ride, from what he has said about
her bouts with toys..."  He gusted a sigh.  "That's why we're doing this,
Man.  It's not incest if you fuck MY mother, or Toby's -- and it gets
everyone a little more joy in their life..."

        Across the pool, Candace watched the boys out of the corner of her
eye.  That look Lon gave her a minute ago had produced a shudder; there was
something so...  She couldn't categorize it, but it both attracted and
repelled.  Rick, on the other hand, just appeared thoughtful; the discussion
was apparently deep...  She hauled at her bright yellow strapless bikini
top.  Candace was a long-time sun worshipper, and had a pretty good tan --
with a couple of exceptions in the way of location; she'd never sunbathed
nude out of consideration for Lon's testosterone levels.  If the boys
whipped out the suntan oil today, the bikini was coming off -- and locations
requiring oiling would be very clearly marked for Rick when the time came...

        Beth and Toby arrived just before noon, in street clothes.  Rick let
them in and directed them to the bedrooms upstairs to change; he and Lon
followed Toby to Rick's bedroom to talk.  Lon opened it up, "Dude, I gotta
warn you -- Jean's upped the ante."

        "Oh?"  Toby, shucking out of his jeans, looked up.

        "Oh, yeah!  She's in a thong, Man -- and the top that goes with it
makes that white rig she was wearing on Monday look like a bed sheet!"

        "Shit, really?" Toby flicked his eyes at Rick.

        "Really," Rick confirmed.  "I almost shit a brick!  I kinda got my
nose rubbed in the fact that Mom's a woman..."

        Toby turned away while he pulled off his Reeboks, his voice
curiously muffled as he replied, "Yeah, that shit sneaks up on you..."  Lon
flicked Rick a significant glance; Rick got it -- time to move on to other,
less embarrassing things.  "We figure that makes you the front-runner, given
how she's been acting."

        Toby continued to find reasons to look in another direction, "Are
you sure you're okay with this, Man?"

        Rick sighed.  "Yeah.  Clearly, she's been doing without while she
buried herself in making sure I had laundry and stuff.  As long as the
lights are green from her end, I've got no problem with it.  Heck, I feel
kind of bad, actually -- like I've been hogging her and not giving anything
back..."

        Lon shook his head.  "I don't think I'd worry about that, Man.  I
know she went out with Mama a couple of times, and Mama said she was
hopeless.  I think she needs training wheels as bad as we do!"

        Toby looked up.  "Speaking of hopeless...  Go easy on Ma, Lon.  The
four Fs aren't the way to go with her.  She's... delicate.  You just ride
her and dump her and she's gonna crash."

        Lon nodded.  "Done deal, Man.  Full romantic treatment.  That's all
around, Dudes; these women mean something to us, so remember that blowing
your load isn't the ONLY thing on the agenda -- right?"  Toby and Rick both
nodded.

        Rick brought up the other issue.  "Toby, Lon and I are SURE my Mom
heard us when we made the pact.  We think that's why she turned out in the
bikini on Monday, and it's why we're having this thing today!

        "I don't get it," Toby replied.  "If she DID hear, why did she turn
out like that?  And why did she let me get away with the stuff I did?"

        Rick shrugged.  Lon had a theory, however.  "Like Rick said, it was
a test.  Jean probably knew that if she told Mama what we were up to, Mama
would blow it off as bullshit -- so she set us up to see if we were
serious."  He chuckled.  "She was watching me, Man -- and you sneaked in
under the radar and got off a full spread of torpedoes before she knew she
was looking the wrong way!"

        Toby grinned.  "I don't know whether to be pleased or pissed off!"

        "Be pleased, Man!" Lon replied.  "You've made it all possible!  If
we'd done nothing, they'd have just laughed about it when she told them.  If
you had hit and bounced, we'd have all gotten a good talking to about our
dirty minds.  But you rolled right over her -- and that said that we were
not only serious, but that we had the tools to do the job!  Now they're out
there, conniving, trying to figure out what to do about the whole thing,
rather than just whipping motherly outrage on us..."

        "So they all know, you figure?" Toby asked.  Rick nodded, solemnly.
"Well, that explains a couple of things..."

        "Like what?" Rick asked.

        "Like Ma buying a bikini..."

        "Oh, no shit?" Lon collapsed onto Rick's bed, laughing.

        "No shit!"  Toby looked angry.  "It isn't strings or anything, Man!
It looks GOOD, actually!  Are you sure you're up to treating Ma right?
Maybe I should shift to your mom and let Rick do mine..."

        "I'm sorry, Man -- that sucked."  Lon got control, rapidly, in the
face of Toby's anger.  "I was out of line.  I TOLD you, Man -- I'm looking
forward to doing your mom -- and I'm gonna use kid gloves, promise!"

        "All right."  Toby was only partly mollified.

        "Look, Dude, if you sense disrespect, just let me know and we'll all
switch targets -- but that'll probably fuck us up, for today, anyway..." Lon
insisted.

        "Yeah, whatever," Toby grunted.  "I don't want to lose my
investment..."

        "Wait'll you get a look at her in that suit!" Lon replied.  "We
won't be able to tear you loose with a crowbar!"


        Beth dressed quickly and went downstairs; the boys' conversation in
the next room was a rumble that she was afraid to eavesdrop on.  Arriving in
the kitchen, she found the other two leaning over the bar and gabbing.  "I
see you put it on after all," she addressed Jean, feigning disgust.  "Why
don't you just put a couple of band-aids over your nipples and get it over
with?  How am I going to compete with that?"  She smiled to take the sting
out.

        Candace chuckled.  "You don't HAVE to!  There you stand with those
eighteen-inch assault guns on your chest and you complain because Jean
uncovers a little antiaircraft emplacement?  Heck, in a lot of ways, Jean is
built like a slow-blooming fourteen-year-old -- she needs all the help she
can get!"

        "Hey!" Jean squealed.  "Thanks a lot!"  Candace grinned from ear to
ear.  Glancing at Beth, Jean changed the subject, "I was just telling
Candace -- Lon's started calling me 'Jean'..."

        Candace nodded.  "Honey, it's something they're ALL going to have to
do -- and something we're going to have to allow.  Think about it -- 'Jean'
is a woman I know -- somebody whose pants I want to get into.  'Mrs.
Flanders' is some old hag who is somebody's mother..."  Jean looked
outraged, but Candace pressed on, "They have to present themselves as adults
and our contemporaries, or they'll never break down the barriers!  Calling
us 'Mrs. So-and-so' introduces an age barrier; it reminds EVERYBODY that
you're somebody's mother..."

        Jean shrugged and nodded -- it made sense, once you looked at it.
Beth nodded, too, turning it over in her head.  "It's not disrespect --
they're just trying to level the playing field."

        "Exactly," Candace agreed.  "Chasing a woman named 'Beth' is a
normal activity for young horndogs -- but chasing 'Mrs. Tolliver' is like
something out of 'The Graduate.'  I don't want to be treated like an old
woman -- and I'm betting you don't either..."  That got universal nods.

        "Okay, so," Jean sighed.  "If you could remind me -- what are we
doing here?"

        Candace sighed.  Jean wouldn't accept the obvious answer, yet --
she'd have to feed her bullshit -- again!  "We're testing them.  We're going
to push them, gently, until they run out of guts and give up on this crazy
scheme."  She glanced over Jean's shoulder at Beth, whose face was closed;
that wasn't BETH's agenda, either, but it sounded good...

        Jean looked dubious; she'd tried that tactic Monday night -- and it
got her felt up!  "Are we pushing, here, or giving ground?  And what happens
if they DON'T run out of guts?"

        Candace sighed and waxed pedantic.  "It's the same thing, Jean.  If
they push, and we give ground, eventually they'll hit a point where they'll
realize they've gone too far and they'll back off."

        "And if they don't?"

        "I'm prepared for that eventuality," Candace replied, locking eyes
with Jean.  Then she waited; the next words out of Jean's mouth would be a
flat-out lie...

        Jean didn't disappoint.  "Well, I'm not!  Heck, why don't we just go
out on the pool deck, get naked, and each of us pull a boy on top of us, for
God's sake?  That's where things appear to be headed..."

        "For one thing, you miss a point of the exercise, Hon.  The boys
need to learn how to treat a woman right.  They won't learn a damned thing
about girls if you just hand it to them -- in fact, you'll be teaching them
habits that might get them arrested for rape!" Candace countered.  "They
need to learn that they have to earn it, and how to read the signals."

        "So now this outing is educational?" Jean laughed derisively.

        "Well, YOU can try the method you just laid out, if you like.  Given
what happened on Monday, I imagine that total surrender is somewhat
expected!" Candace snapped.

        "Oh!"  Jean glared at her two friends and strode off in a huff.

        "What's eating Jean, anyway?" Beth asked.

        Candace sighed.  "She thought she'd packed her pussy away in ice --
but it turned out that it had its own heat source!  Toby embarrassed the
shit out of her; if HE could poke holes in her defenses like they were
cheesecloth, just how good WERE they?  She KNOWS that now that he's been
inside the walls, she won't be able to keep him out -- and she's scared to
death.  On the other hand, her pussy remembers dick -- fondly, I think."

        "So she's fighting herself."

        "Uh huh.  And her head's having a lot of trouble with the idea that
she's cradle-robbing -- but her pussy knows better!"

        "Well, Toby is..." Beth began.

        "Toby is fully capable of fucking her brains out!" Candace cut her
off.  "Wake up and smell the coffee, Hon!  He's every bit the horndog that
Lon and Rick are!"

        "But he's my little boy!" Beth wailed.

        "And THAT, Honey, is why he's not fucking YOU!" Candace retorted.
"Concentrate on the other two, and don't worry about Toby -- you'll have
your hands full..."

        "The other TWO?"  Beth assumed a 'deer in the headlights' look.

        "You weren't paying any attention Tuesday, were you, Hon?" Candace
chided.  "If you play your cards right, Lon won't be the only one scratching
your itch..."

        "Omigod!"  Beth was shocked.  Rick, too?  Nah...  "You make it sound
like they're going to line up to sleep with me," she sighed.  "I'll be lucky
to attract one of them, once..."

        "You underestimate yourself," Candace counseled.  "I'm planning on
doing both of mine at the same time, eventually -- and you can, too, mark my
words!"

        "You WHAT?" Beth exclaimed.  "Omigod!"  That was just... nasty...
She shivered, permutations and combinations flickering dimly in her
imagination.  "I, uh, think I'll go check on Jean..."

        "Well, don't tell her THAT one," Candace advised, grinning.  "She'll
totally freak!"  Beth nodded and moved off, her head down, thinking.  Jean
was an excuse -- she needed to play this thing in her head again and make
sure she wasn't screwing up...

        Candace watched her go; the other two women could wander around
working through their self-justifications all they wanted -- SHE was going
to get some dick!  It was all very simple, really, when you quit being an
idiot about it.  Young guys fucked long, hard, and often, if you trained
them right...


        The boys thundered down the stairs a couple of minutes later, Lon
and Toby moving quickly, Rick trailing, looking thoughtful.  "Something
wrong, Hon?" Candace asked.

        "Mom's... acting funny..."

        "So you noticed."

        "Yeah.  I'm trying to get a handle on it," Rick grunted.

        "She's conflicted, Hon."

        "Why?"

        "She's trying something she hasn't done in a while -- and she's
scared to death that she isn't good enough at it to stay out of trouble,"
Candace advised.

        "And that is?"

        "Don't kid me, Hon.  You know the answer -- men."  Candace
deliberately leveled the playing field.  "It isn't the first time since your
Dad died -- but the others were disasters.  That can't be increasing her
confidence any..."  She mused a bit.  "Frankly, I don't think she was EVER
good at it..."

        "Why now?" Rick wanted to know.

        "Well, in the first place, because she got her nose rubbed in the
fact that it was possible, I think," Candace replied.  "That's a pretty big
ego booster -- and hard to ignore, at our age.  As for the other thing, the
motherhood requirement is starting to peter out, isn't it?" She eyed Rick
archly.

        Rick shrugged.  Candace had a point; he was getting to be pretty
independent.  Back to the other thing...  "It's been years since Dad died...
All this time, I never got a vibe.  Now, suddenly..."

        "Hon, guys and gals do sex differently," Candace advised.  "There
are exceptions, but in general, guys can do sex without any other
complications, but gals...  Well, for gals, it's about mating.  And mating
isn't JUST sex, although it can be big.  Mating is about love, and
motherhood, and nurturing...  If the other things are going on, a woman can
edit sex out of the equation, if she has to.  When your Dad died, your mom
felt she had to.  Part of it was to make sure you got everything you needed
-- but part of it was fear; she was godawful at attracting men -- and for no
good reason, too!  Look at the three of us!  Which one could pass for a
teenager?"

        Rick nodded, pensive.  "She needs it, right?"

        "If she didn't, she wouldn't be out there exposing herself --
literally AND figuratively!" Candace chuckled.

        Rick eyed her.  "No bullshit -- you know about Monday, right?"

        Candace was careful.  "I know she wandered out on the deck in a
bikini and you guys reminded her that she's a woman..."  She grinned.  "I'd
like to have seen that!"  She looked outside through the slider; the other
two males were standing in the foreground, eyeing the females from the rear
as they stood at the grill, cooking.  "This is a training wheels situation
for your mother -- nobody here is going to hurt her, and she'll get a little
confidence."  She turned back to Rick.  "You're okay with it, right?"

        "Yeah," Rick replied.  "But I kind of got my nose rubbed in it --
and it scared me.  I never really thought about Mom..."

        "As a woman?" Candace finished.  "I think you're the last one in
your group to realize -- and, well, it just points up your mother's
priorities..."

        "Yeah."

        "Let's go outside."  Candace wondered if she'd helped herself or
hurt herself in this conversation; well, time would tell...


        "Huh!  Look at that!  Except for the little strap around her waist,
you can't even SEE that thing in the back!" Toby whispered.  The guys had
stopped just a couple of feet outside the slider to take in the women's
outfits from the rear.

        "That's a cute little ass, too!" Lon whispered back.

        "Not like Ma's..."  Toby eyed Lon sidelong.

        "Contrast," Lon replied.  "Each of 'em has their own things going
for 'em.  Your mama wouldn't look good with a little tiny ass.  I see she
went for some exposure, though."

        "Too much?" Toby asked.

        "Nah," Lon replied.  "Pretty sensible, actually.  Nice.  I bet she
looks good in just skin, too..."

        Toby eyed Lon sidelong.  Maybe he WAS going to be decent to Ma...
"Let's circle around front and get the full effect."

        "I'm with you, Man," Lon replied, stepping off.  Rick hadn't come
out yet -- maybe he was working Mama a bit in privacy...  Lon figured that
Rick was going to have an easy time of it, if Mama could bring herself to
take him seriously; she really WAS into the young stuff.  The big problem
with the other two would be keeping them from chickening out...  This was
one big game of chicken -- they were all headed straight at each other, and
everyone was waiting to see who hit the ditch...

        They'd set up the barbeque just a few feet beyond the awning that
extended from the house out over the patio, a bit to the left of the slider;
Getting around front was going to be a bit more difficult since there
weren't a whole lot of excuses for getting between the grill and the pool.
Jumping into the pool would put them out there, but down low -- not the best
vantage point.  As a result, they slowed to a stop in the vicinity of the
folding table set up for condiments and such to the right of the grill.  Lon
fiddled with the hamburger buns for a second, trying to figure out how to
reposition without making the whole thing obvious.

        Toby didn't have that problem; he could circle the table in order to
pretend to engage Lon in conversation.  Lon glanced up at him and grinned as
Toby settled himself into position, very carefully NOT looking at the women
yet.  Pitching his voice to carry the few feet to the grill, Lon asked, "Do
you two need anything?"

        Both women turned a bit -- Jean turned just a touch, and Beth turned
to face Lon directly.  "Not quite yet," Beth replied, "Why, are you that
hungry already?"

        The move had exactly the effect Lon and Toby were looking for; Lon
took in Beth's considerable cleavage, and Toby had a dead-on shot at Jean's
miniscule top and an excuse to look.  Toby, in particular, was hard-pressed
to maintain his composure; if he hadn't been warned, he'd have probably made
a total fool of himself!  Jean's top was a couple of postage stamps and
string; the shape of her little conical breasts was fully exposed.  Toby got
a good look, painting them with a laser-like glance that ensured that he
could model them in 3-D, then returned his attention (apparently) to the
table.

        Jean caught him about halfway through the scan, got instantly
anxious, and looked away.  What did he think of her?  Probably that she was
a total slut...  What had she been thinking, anyway?

        Lon carried his half of the conversation, pretending NOT to be
trying to penetrate the inner depths between Beth's heavy breasts.  "Just
thought you might need some help.  C'mon, Toby, let's go suck up some
sun..."  He turned and stepped off toward the loungers.

        "Oh... My... God!" Toby hissed under his breath when the women were
out of earshot.

        "Pretty sweet, huh?  Any question in your mind about whether she
wants you or not?" Lon chuckled.  "Beth jumped out there with that rig of
hers, too, didn't she?"

        "Yeah, they're pushing it," Toby agreed.  "What about Candace?"

        "Well, Rick hasn't come out yet," Lon grinned.

        But Rick and Candace both appeared a moment later, and things
settled down for a while.

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