Message-ID: <58564asstr$1234116603@assm.asstr.org>
From: Thinking Horndog <im_a_thinker@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Pact -- Episode 1 part 8/53 {Thinking Horndog} (mF 1st oral)
Lines: 683
Date: Sun, 08 Feb 2009 13:10:03 -0500
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d






      

<1st attachment, "The_Pact_8.txt" begin>

Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 8 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: mF 1st oral

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 8

        Downstairs, Lon and Beth were just getting into the swing of things.
Lon discovered that getting a second hard-on wasn't difficult when a woman
kneels at your feet and proceeds to suck in your entire cock while gazing up
at you with adoring eyes.  Beth had him up and running in no time, and might
have gone on to suck him dry again if he hadn't tugged on her hair.  "C'mon,
let's fuck."

        Fuck.  Fuck was a good word, as far as Beth was concerned.  It
wasn't a delicate euphemism like intercourse, or a vague generality like
'having sex' -- like you were ordering it from a restaurant menu.  It wasn't
'making love' -- Lon might like her, but he certainly didn't love her.  No,
it meant that Lon was going to stick his dick in her and go to town -- and
that was JUST FINE!  "How do you want me?"

        "Uuhh...  I dunno -- any suggestions?" Lon asked.

        "Well, we could do missionary on the floor...  Or you could just
bend me over the couch arm..."

        "Nothing on the couch?"

        "It'd probably be crowded, big as I am," Beth replied.  "We could
toss cushions on the floor..."  While they discussed things, her hand
continued to move on his wet meat, sliding his foreskin back and forth,
keeping him stimulated almost automatically.

        "Let's do that then."

Beth struggled up off her knees, then gave Lon a hand up.  Lon snagged a
cushion and tossed it off to his left, clearing the coffee table; Beth
collected the other one and carried it beyond, dropping it and kicking them
both into alignment.  Lon held out his hands and Beth took them, using them
to balance while she dropped to the cushions and arranged herself, legs
splayed.  "How's this?"

"Looks good..."  Lon settled his knees on the cushion.  "What about you?
Don't you need a warm-up?"

"If you're in a hurry, you don't have to," Beth replied diffidently, "but if
you want to look around or whatever..."

Lon DID want to look around...  Beth had quite a furry pelt, in basically
the same shade as the hair on her head -- maybe a bit greyer.  In the
hollows of her thighs, the skin was darker, but looked to be more supple.
Her pussy lips -- the inner, thin ones -- the outer ones didn't really seem
to resemble 'lips' as much as just padding -- were open, displaying a pink
channel.  Below that was her asshole, which looked somehow indefinably
'used'.  "Ummm, have you ever, uh, had your ass done?"

'Here we go...  On to abuse already.'  "Yes, many times.  Is that what you
want?"  It wouldn't be fun; it had been quite some time and she was neither
aroused enough or physically prepared for anal sex -- not to mention
lubrication...

"Uh, no, just asking.  It just sorta looked like you had..."  Lon started
running a finger along Beth's pink channel, collecting drippings.

"Uhhhh," Beth grunted.  "My ex liked it -- anything to keep me in my
place..."

"So you don't like it?" Lon asked while probing her opening.

"It can be good, if it's done right, and you're prepared.  If not, it just
hurts..." Beth replied.  "That doesn't, though..." she added gasping as his
finger penetrated her.

"I bet not," Lon grinned, moving and wriggling the finger.  "Clit's up under
here, right?"  His other index finger descended on her clitoral hood.

"Uh huh," Beth got out through suddenly constricted lungs.

"Okay, I'm gonna play a bit -- let me know when you're ready."  Lon kept
fingering her hole while he did other things -- traced her lips, tried to
expose her clit fully, pinched it gently -- Beth got noticeably wetter.  "Am
I doing anything right?"

"You've -- uuuhhh -- gotten me excited before," Beth replied.  "You -- ahhh
-- seem to know what you're doing..."

"I guess a lot," Lon replied.  "Might be a good thing for me to get more
familiar..."

"Well, there are -- ooohhh -- differences; some girls can't take having
their clit worked on directly, so you kind of work along the hood..."

"Like this?" Lon ran a finger up either side.  "I can feel it humping up..."

"Yeah," Beth gasped, "That's real nice...  Other girls can take having you
just go at it from undernea-- AAAAHHH!!"

"Like that?" Lon asked, grinning.

"Uh huh!"  Beth was really agitated -- and for good reason!  Lon had her
well up the scale, and anticipation just added to it.  "Oh oh oh!  Now?
Please?"  She couldn't keep her ass still on the pillow; her twat was up
chasing fingers.

"Sure."  Lon knelt up, knees on the cushion, and started probing.  He'd just
had a finger in there...  Down low...

Beth froze.  "There!  Push it in!  Oh, God!"  Lon's blunt cock passed the
gates of her womanhood, bringing instant pleasure to both of them.

"Shit!  Man!"  Wow!  Pussy was fucking incredible!  He got about three
inches in and the lips turned under and things got difficult.

"Back out some!" Beth gasped.  "It'll lubricate..."

"Oh, right..."  Lon backed an inch or so.  Backing out was almost better
than driving in; the ridge around his cock head dragged along the walls of
Beth's pussy.  He headed back in, penetrating another inch or so before it
was time to back out again.  Damn, this was good shit!  By the fourth
stroke, he was balls deep and moving relatively freely.  "Okay," he grunted,
"How's that?"

"It's Heaven!" Beth gasped, locking eyes with him.  "Fuck me, Lon!  Fuck me
hard!"

Lon got started, but his position wasn't the best; it was like doing push-
ups, and after a couple of minutes, his arms were giving him trouble.
"Damn..." he gasped, "Getting... hard... to..."

"Oh!"  Beth lifted her knees.  "Lean up and brace on my knees!"

Lon did so.  Being more upright was a big improvement -- and it opened Beth
up for a deeper stroke.  "Yah!  Better!"

"Oh yes!  Oh, Baby!  Pound meeeee!!!!" Beth wailed.  It didn't matter if
Jean heard her -- it didn't matter if Candace heard her -- Hell, it didn't
matter if the neighbors heard her!  She had a cum coming!  "Oh!  Oh!  OHH!"
She stiffened momentarily, eyes glassy, then relaxed, "Oh, SHIT, that was
good!"  Her hips went slack for just a moment, then started to move again,
"Oh, Baby, ride me home!"

'She must've got a nut,' Lon though, distractedly.  'Bet she gets a lot of
'em...'  He was in the zone, pounding, now -- all systems were go!  How long
he would last was anybody's guess, but it beat anything that had gone
before...

A minute later Beth was clutching and surging, grunting "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
followed by another quick collapse.  "Oh, Baby, that's SOOO good!"  Her big
titties were rolling and shivering on her chest to the impacts as Lon kept
it coming, hunting for his nut -- which he KNEW was going to be spectacular!

"Play with your nipples," he grunted.

Beth had both hands free; Lon was pinning her knees back.  She started
mauling her nipples, "Ooooohhhh!!  Uuuummmm!!"  In no time her eyes were
glassy again, and she was bucking up to meet him, harder than before!  "Oh,
God!  I'm in Heaven!"

Beth wasn't the huge orgasm type -- but she was capable of pop after pop --
not the grand mal type that wasted you and made more than two or three
unattainable through sheer lack of energy, but smaller, flashing discharges
that allowed for quick recovery and repetition.  As a result, it was easy
for her to become more or less addicted to sex -- she could chase orgasms
all afternoon -- and she hadn't had a fix in a LOOONG time!

Lon made an excellent partner -- he was young and athletic, with a nice
long, hard cock and the endurance to make like a perpetual motion machine!

Beth came five times before Lon started feeling the onset of his orgasm.
"I'm gonna shoot..."

Beth just beamed beneath him.  "Cum for me, Baby!  Fill me up!  Cum!  Cum!
Cum!!"

"Grab your knees!" Lon grunted.  Beth did so, and Lon reached down and took
one of Beth's heavy breasts in each hand and used THEM as an anchor while he
went wild, hammering her crotch as the pressure in his balls built and
built...

The grip hurt her tits, but Beth had done pain before; his excitement
increased her excitement and the knowledge that she was going to take his
seed rushed her along to the point that when Lon threw his head back and
yelled, "YAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" crushing himself to her crotch as his cock
exploded, she was right there, riding the wave with him, her cunt pulsing
and sucking his spend as he poured it into her.

Lon came back to himself fairly quickly and rocked up to a vertical
position, still buried in Beth's now-juicy box.  Beth confused him almost
immediately by starting to sniffle.  "What's wrong?"

"Oh, thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!  You have no idea -- it's been so
long..."  Crying she might be, but she was rubbing and stroking every inch
of him in reach...

"Well, it wasn't exactly a chore..." Lon replied.  "Hell, I had a real good
time..."

Beth smiled sadly.  "I have little to offer, being twice your age and fat,
but..."

Lon wasn't paying much attention.  He was wriggling a bit; it seemed like he
was still hard...  He backed off and socketed himself -- yep, still hard.
"Raise you knees."  Beth's eyes got big.  Hurriedly, she followed
instructions.  Lon leaned in and gave a couple of tentative strokes; it was
a little gooey in there, but it felt good...  "You sore or anything?"  Beth
shook her head, wide-eyed.  "Let's go again..."  Lon put it in gear.

"Omigod!  Are you sure?" Beth gasped.

"Hey, well, no promises, but we can go a while and see if I cum or get
tired, first..."

"Oh, you're WONDERFUL!"

                       ----------------------------------

Outside, Candace had Rick's erection fully fluffed.  "Aw Jeezus, that's
good!" Rick moaned as Candace worked his knob with her lips and tongue,
corkscrewing her mouth onto him.

"Mmmm hmmm!" Candace agreed.  She removed her mouth from his erection with a
pop, "Ready to go again?"

"Uh huh!" Rick nodded.

"Damned chairs aren't our best choice," Candace observed.  "What's the plan
for inside?"

"My room?" Rick offered.

"Ummm, maybe not -- too close to your mother's, I think," Candace replied.
"Downstairs?"

"The den is probably taken..." Rick guessed.

"We're stuck, then," Candace sighed.  "How about if I ride on top?"

"Okay..."  Rick was dubious, but game...

"Help me flatten this thing out."  Fortunately, the lounger was the heavy
plastic type; they had it flattened out in no time.

"There are cushions in the box over there," Rick offered.

"Great!  That'll make life easier on BOTH of us!"  Rick led Candace to the
storage container cum bench against the outside wall of the house.  "Let's
take two," she suggested.

"Cool."  Rick snatched two cushions out of the box and flipped one onto the
chair.  "You think two is gonna fly?"

"Maybe not," Candace agreed, eyeing the problem.  More than one cushion
would probably just de-stabilize things.  "But it'll come in handy if we
decide to shift to the deck."

"Yeah," Rick agreed as Candace waved for him to lay back on the lounger.

"Works for this too," Candace winked as she settled on her knees on the
other cushion and bent to freshen Rick's hard-on with her hands and lips.
Rick hissed a breath as the heavenly sensations returned.

Getting things going again took little time; Rick hadn't really lost his
erection.  In a moment, Candace decided that he was ready and crawled onto
the lounger straddling him.  "It's a good thing we're both thin," she
commented, "or I'd be off the cushion..."  Reaching down with the ease of
regular practice, she grasped Rick's cock and rubbed it against her twat,
opening it up.  Then she oriented him on her opening and began to settle
onto his length -- which turned out to be not quite as smooth an operation
as expected!  "Ouch!"

Rick may have been lubed and stiff, but Candace had come down from full
preparation, too -- and hadn't planned for it!  "I'm a little dry," she
announced ruefully.  Apparently, the flood that poured out of her when she
stood up after Rick's first effort had dried...

"Okay...  Can I help?" Rick asked -- but the expression on his face said,
'please don't ask me to lick where I've cum...'

Candace got it.  "Well, you could diddle me a little bit, Hon.  A finger
will fit..."

"Sure!"  Rick reached out to Candace's shaved mons.  Her clitoral hood
wasn't exactly hard to find; he laid his thumb on it while he felt for her
opening with his index finger.  "How's that?" he asked as he ran his finger
around her vaginal mouth.

Candace threw her head back, hissing in a breath.  "Yeah, that's it.  Work
the thumb a bit and I'll be drippy in no time!"  Rick grinned and proceeded
to follow instructions; Candace scooted forward just a bit and pulled Rick's
hard-on to the crack of her ass, rubbing the underside to maintain its
readiness.  In no time, Candace could feel a rush of wetness and Rick's
finger was making sloppy liquid noises in her cunt.  "You're getting good at
that," she grinned, winking.  "Let's try again..."  She leaned forward,
backed up a couple of inches, and made a second attempt at impalement.

The second effort went without issue; a couple of short pumps to distribute
her lubrication and Candace's ass settled onto Rick's crotch.  "Okay, Hon --
here we go!" Candace announced and started raising and lowering herself on
Rick's pole.  Candace liked riding cowgirl -- but she knew that a lot of
guys hated it because the woman tended to start sliding back and forth
instead of up and down, dragging their clits against the man's pubic mound
and basically rubbing the skin off him while providing very little in the
way of stimulation and sometimes serious discomfort from a bent cock.
Candace knew better; she'd long since mastered a motion that got her
everything she needed while avoiding making her partner miserable.  In no
time both of them were gasping in pleasure; Candace reminded Rick that he
had the use of his hands by gasping, "Play with my tits!"

Rick was happy to oblige; he'd been watching them bounce to her motion,
fascinated.  It turned out not to be the easiest thing; she was moving quite
a bit.  Rick contented himself with grasping her nipples and hanging on
while her movements provided their own stimulus.  "Uuuhh, yeah, that's
good!" Candace cooed.  She could adjust that, too, just by moving
differently; all Rick had to do was adjust the tightness of his grip to
ensure he didn't lose it.  Of course, he added the occasional twist...
Watching her was amazing; Candace rode him with her head up, nostrils flared
as she gasped deep breaths, moaning little comments like, "Oh, Honey, that's
SOOO good..."

About three minutes in, Candace's face and chest developed a distinct flush
and she got this incredibly intense expression; Rick remembered Lon's
comment, earlier that afternoon -- surely this was what he'd been talking
about.  "Oh, God, I'm gonna get one!" Candace wailed, and went absolutely
spastic!  Rick let go of her nipples and grabbed her hips as she started
gyrating wildly and almost unseated herself, wailing, "UUUUUUUUHHHHHNNG!"

Candace flopped forward to brace herself on stiff arms against Rick's
shoulders -- but this didn't help Rick keep things going!  Not interested in
losing his own opportunity at a cum, Rick started driving up into Candace
from below -- and surprisingly, it worked!  He managed to push things for
twenty seconds or so while Candace got her wind back, at which point she
resumed posting on his cock.

But that wasn't good enough, any more; Rick continued to add to things from
below -- it seemed to improve things for him.  Candace adjusted to this
quite readily, as she got more and spent less in the way of energy -- and it
seemed to multiply things...

In no time, Candace was pinking up again -- but this time, Rick was getting
HIS, too!  "I'm getting close!" he grunted, feeling the charge building in
his cock.

" 'Kay," Candace gasped.  "I'm close, too!"  She shifted a bit and started
rocking even harder, riding her clit against him.

Rick, watching her face, recognized the expression.  He didn't want her
losing it just before he got off, so he put things in overdrive, taking
control from below, controlling her position with his hands on her hips.
Candace let it ride, working with him to get hers while allowing him to do
what he needed to do to make it.

It all came together a few strokes later.  Rick hit his peak, gritting his
teeth as he jacked things up, hoping -- and it worked!  Candace gave out a
wail and started thrashing just as his head came off and he crushed her to
him while his cock spewed a second load of seed into her pulsing twat.
Candace was perfectly happy to mash herself back at him, falling forward and
hugging herself to him.

"Man!" Rick panted, recovering, "That was GREAT!"

"Mmmm hmmm!" Candace agreed, sucking in great gulps of air.  "Am I glad you
guys came up with that crazy plan of yours!  Wow!"

                       ----------------------------------

Jean lay on her bed, wakeful, gently cuddling Toby -- who was snoozing --
and working her way through her feelings.  There was a man atop her, and she
was tender and sore in places -- but that was background to some serious
happiness and contentment.  She hadn't had an afternoon like this since Hugh
died, and it had been badly needed -- heck, she wasn't certain that Hugh had
ever been that good; certainly, he hadn't been that big...

Unfortunately, there was a flip side to things.  The man lying atop her
wasn't -- he was a boy, half her age!  That killed any chance of this thing
becoming a committed relationship, and put her in the position of being a
fool with no control over her libido or emotions.  What they'd just done was
probably illegal, one way or another, despite the 'age of consent'.  So
she'd acted like a slut and done something morally and probably legally
wrong in order to slake her physical desires...

NOW what did she do?  She couldn't fly up out of the bed, have a fit, and
spurn Toby -- it would be a serious blow to his ego that he didn't deserve,
for one thing -- but she couldn't have sex with him again, either; it was
just wrong!  She had to let him down easy...

On the other hand, what if he failed to take no for an answer?  He'd been
very forceful on occasion -- and she had proven weak -- VERY weak -- on two
occasions, already.  Could she even hold him off?  Ultimately, would she end
up fighting herself, too, like she had before?

DAMN Candace!  The woman chased young boys shamelessly, and she'd roped Jean
into going along with the boys' wild plan, never intending to put a stop to
things!  By now, she'd probably seduced Rick -- and that son of hers had
probably gotten to Beth, too!  'I should never have brought this whole thing
into the open -- it left Candace with too juicy an opportunity to pass up!'
Jean mused, but then she had to admit to herself that SHE had screwed up
with Toby before Candace ever entered into the picture...

Still, Jean probably could have recovered by the simple expedient of
avoiding Toby for a while -- or maybe having a heart to heart talk about the
incident beside the pool.  But Candace had pushed and prodded and
manipulated -- and now all THREE of them had done wrong...

Or had they?  Maybe, ultimately, only Jean had fallen...  That thought made
Jean incredibly uncomfortable -- too uncomfortable to just lie in bed,
thinking about it.  She stirred, and Toby struggled up, "Huh?"

"I have to pee," Jean lied.

"Oh, okay..."  Toby rolled off her and onto his back, resuming a quiet snore
almost immediately.  Jean got up and looked down at him fondly; he was such
an odd mix -- one moment, he was a gangling boy, and the next he was cool,
calm, and in charge -- and all man!  Some young girl was going to be VERY
happy...  Too bad 'young girl' didn't describe HER!

She was dripping, their mixed juices running down her inner thigh and
dripping on the rug from her puffy labia.  Cupping a hand over her mons, she
went off to the bathroom, after all, ducking and hiding lest someone see her
nude (as if they hadn't all already done so).  A quick but thorough wipe
with a damp washrag and she was good -- for the moment, anyway; she took the
washrag back to the bedroom to collect drips on the floor.  The bed had a
major wet spot on it, but that could wait...

Jean went to the window and peered down at the pool deck; there was no one
to be seen...  Wait!  Candace appeared from under the awning, collecting a
towel and wiping her denuded crotch in a manner all too familiar to Jean --
yes, she'd had sex, all right!  A moment later, Rick appeared, and Candace
knelt and began wiping at his penis and testicles -- which meant that
Candace had managed to suborn Jean's son, for certain.  Jean sighed.  How on
Earth were they going to fix this, now?  What were the chances that Beth had
shown some sense and fended off Lon's advances?  Based on the way things had
gone in the pool, Jean doubted it...

Jean turned from the window to find Toby up on his elbow, watching her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This," Jean replied, her wave taking in the entire situation, not just her
bedroom.  "The three of you hatched this insane plan, and instead of
stopping you or warning you or even just telling you that it's wrong, all
three of us probably went along with it!"

"Oh."  Toby looked wary.  "So you DID know..."

"Yes," Jean sighed.  "I overheard the three of you hatching this from the
kitchen the other night.  I knew that Candace would pass it off, so I tested
the three of you -- and I failed, instead of YOU!"  She shook her head.
"Then Candace got that look in her eye when I told her and your mother -- I
should have known better...  Instead of stopping it, we facilitated it!"

Toby shrugged, "Well..."

"Well, what?"

"Don't you think there were reasons for it?" Toby eyed Jean, his face a
mask.

"What are you saying?" Jean asked warily.

"You know very well what I'm saying," Toby replied.  "It worked so well
because it fit our needs!  EVERYBODY's needs!  We needed the experience, and
you needed the sex!"  Toby chuckled.  "We needed the sex, too..."

Jean assumed a hangdog expression.  "Well, maybe -- if you look at just
today, just this time -- but can't you see that it's wrong?  You have to
look at the bigger picture!  Nothing good can come of this..."

"Come here," Toby patted the bed.  "Tell me what is so bad about what we've
done."

"Don't patronize me!" Jean bridled.

"Don't patronize ME!" Toby shot back.  "I need to see this situation from
your perspective!  Right now, you're talking gibberish!  Get over here, sit
down, and convince me!"

Jean, well aware that she might just be walking into a trap, crossed the
room and sat on the bed.  Toby rearranged himself so that he was lying
crosswise on the bed, propped up on his side.  "Turn toward me -- don't talk
to the wall."

Jean turned toward him, dropping her left knee flat, sitting sort of half-
tailor-fashion, with her right foot still on the floor.  "My, you're bossy!"

"I have to be, apparently, sometimes," Toby replied.  "Okay, so, what crimes
against nature have we committed?"

"Okay, no need to be melodramatic!" Jean grumbled.  Toby just looked at her,
pushing the comment right back at her.  "Ummm, most of the issues are with
outside our little group, but inside..."  She thought about it.  "Inside,
there is the issue of respect, I guess.  I'm a parent -- and, technically,
you're a child.  It's a role thing.  We tore it all up today, doing this.
Now, theoretically, we're contemporaries -- even possible mates -- but I'm
twice your age!"

"So I need to do the 'Miz Flanders' thing?" Toby replied.  "That's
awkward..."

"Well, exactly!" Jean replied.  "But if we continue to do what we're doing,
then we start treating each other like we're romantically involved -- it's a
more casual thing that says we're intimate to anybody who is listening --
and it make it difficult for me to exercise any authority over you..."

Toby raised an eyebrow.  "How much authority have you exercised over me in
the past?"

"Well, none, basically," Jean replied, "or not much.  But I COULD have!"

"Really?" Toby replied.  "Your authority over me comes second-hand, from Ma.
I assume that if you tell me to do something that it is what Ma would want.
But I can CERTAINLY choose to ignore you if I don't think you're exercising
that proxy correctly!"

"Well, okay, maybe," Jean replied.  Why did he have to be so smart?  "But do
you?  Did you, before today?  Things have already changed..."

"You have to deal with me as an equal," Toby agreed.  "That's so bad?"

"Well, no..."  Dammit!  He was tripping her up!  "Maybe that's okay, between
us -- maybe even from the outside.  But what if we go beyond that?  What if
we start sending signals that we're intimate?  People will get the wrong
idea..."

"The wrong idea," Toby pounced, "meaning that they might assume that we are
having sex?  But we are!"

"But we can't admit it!" Jean wailed.

"No?" Toby replied.  "Why not?"

"Because!" Jean whined.

Toby just eyed her for a moment, but she was getting too hyped up, so he
reached out to rub her leg.  "Relax.  Think it through.  I'm listening --
but I'm going to argue, if only to be the Devil's Advocate.  It's more to
keep you honest than anything else..."

Jean steadied down.  The most embarrassing component of the situation was
that, viewed from the outside, just listening to the conversation, HE was
the adult and SHE was the child!  She HAD to get back on top, somehow...
"Okay.  In the first place, it's probably illegal.  Yes, I know that you're
above the age of consent -- but I think those laws have some words in them
that say something about how old the other person can be -- meaning that I
should be around your age to be protected by the law."

"Okay, that's messy.  Are you sure?" Toby asked.

"No, but ignorance of the law is no excuse," Jean replied.  "Technically,
though, we could ALL be child molesters -- and there are PLENTY of media
witch-hunts going on for THEM!  Think about those stories you've heard about
teachers who had sex with students..."  Toby made a mental note to run a Web
search.  "The other issue is perception," Jean went on.  "The whole thing
smacks of incest!"

Toby frowned.  "It isn't."

"No, but if I have sex with my son's friends, what's to keep me from having
sex with my son?"

"Good sense?" Toby offered.  "Genetics?"

"Genetics is the scientific reason we don't sleep around inside our own
families," Jean replied, "and it is the basis for the moral reason -- even
though the moral imperative was put into place before it was science.
SOMEBODY noticed that peeing in the gene pool tended to cause defective
children and put a stake in the ground -- but now it's religion, and it's
morality, and it's pounded into people's heads as dogma without anyone even
bothering with the fact that there is a good, scientific reason for it.
People with big mouths and flat heads don't care about science -- they only
care about perpetuating their prejudices, and they aren't any too careful
about whether the basis is factual or not!  In fact, for some of them, the
more mumbo-jumbo it is, the better it is, because you have to take it on
faith!"  She sighed.  "Your mother will tell you that in this day and age,
incest isn't terribly dangerous because it isn't happening over several
generations -- one throwback mating generally won't hurt anything.  But we
don't do it -- or at least, we don't admit to it -- because the law and
religion and science are ALL against it!  Soon, it just won't be possible,
because they'll be genotyping people at birth, and arresting daddies in the
delivery room!"

Toby grinned at THAT picture.  "Technically, having sex with a relative who
is on birth control should be okay, scientifically..."

"... But it won't keep you from being lynched!" Jean rejoined.

"People in the south..." Toby began.

"Probably didn't as much as their reputation indicates," Jean argued.
"Actually, I think it's a case in point -- slave owners had sex with female
slaves -- maybe male ones, too -- but I think the whole thing got kind of
skewed somewhere when someone decided that blacks were like children..."
She shook her head.  "All that has to happen is that it sounds sort of close
-- and then all Hell breaks loose!  It doesn't matter whether it's the truth
or not -- if you get a public outcry, some prosecutor will go looking at old
laws enacted by the Puritans in the seventeenth century, and we're off to
jail!"

"So you're saying it doesn't happen?" Toby asked.

"No, I'm saying that if it does, it's kept under wraps, VERY tightly!" Jean
replied.  "People who get caught go to jail -- and are marked for life as
sexual predators!  And while we're NOT doing that, people will make the
mental leap and we'll all be in trouble!  They'll go looking for legal
reasons to prosecute -- but that will be NOTHING to the stigma!"

"Okay, so, this is all irrelevant in about four months, in my case..." Toby
offered.

"Legally?  Yes.  Morally?  No," Jean replied.  "Everyone will assume that we
did it before it was legal -- ESPECIALLY if we were to start acting intimate
right after your birthday!  It just doesn't work!"

Toby shook his head.  "If I told some of the guys at school that I was
having sex with an older woman, they'd go 'You horndog!' and clap me on the
back!"

Jean nodded.  "No doubt.  But one or more of them would turn you in, so they
could get famous for ratting you out and putting the stop to a horrible
perversion..."  She looked sad.  "People suck.  Individuals are wonderful,
but a group is only as good as its worst member.  That's the way it is..."

Toby nodded.  He'd been rubbing Jean's thigh all along; now she looked as if
she needed it.  Apparently, she had harbored hope that he would prove her
fears to be groundless...  He leaned up and went to work on her back,
instead.  "So we keep a lid on it."

"That won't work," Jean sighed.  "It'll get out.  YOU might not say
anything, but Lon?  I'm sorry -- I don't trust him -- not for this!  Even
Rick might not realize that it's serious..."

"Well, okay -- but it's done already, you know?  There is ALREADY a secret
out there..." Toby pointed out.

Jean nodded.  "If we impress upon them how dangerous the whole thing is, we
might be able to shut things down, now -- but if we keep it up, I don't see
how it's going to go unnoticed."  What REALLY sucked was how good Toby's
hand felt, touching her, giving her strength and solace.  And she was going
to have to give that up...

"Well, the damage is done.  We're going to have to make everyone understand
that this is a one-time thing..." Toby murmured.

"Yeah..."  Toby was amazed at the emotional freighting Jean gave that word.

"Come here," Toby growled.  His hand snaked up Jean's back and settled on
the back of her neck, pulling her toward him.

"Why?  What are you doing?" Jean whined, resisting.

"If it's a one-off, don't you think we should get our fill?" Toby asked.
Despite her struggles, they were face to face.  Jean stopped, blinked; Toby
leaned up and brushed his lips against hers.  "We don't want to have to go
around wishing we'd done it just one more time..."

Jean thought about it and smiled gently.  Toby had a point; the damage was
already done for this incident, so they might as well get as much from it as
they could.  It would be a beautiful memory...  She leaned forward and
pressed a return kiss to his lips.  "When you're right, you're right..."
She rolled forward, sliding into his arms.


<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+