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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 9 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 voy

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 9

        Candace hopped up and pressed a towel to her dripping snatch.
"Well, I figure that if we haven't seen Lon and Beth, and we haven't seen
Toby and Jean, they're busy -- what about you?"

        "They're probably taking a nap," Rick grinned.

        Candace waved him over to her and used the towel to wipe their
sticky mix of love juices from his cock and balls.  "Want to go look?" she
asked, her eyes full of mischief.

        Rick grinned back, "Okay."  Candace held a finger to her lips and
they entered the house through the slider.

        Once inside, Rick took the lead out of familiarity, holding
Candace's hand.  He thought a bit and decided that it was better to burst in
on Lon and Beth than Toby and his mother; Jean was skittish enough.  He
turned and led Candace to the stair.

        At the top, though, there was a complication; Rick recognized Toby's
flip-flop and it's significance.  "Ummm, I think we ought to go back
down..." he whispered.

        "Why?"

        "I figured we were safer starting with Lon and Beth -- and if things
had gone to plan, they'd have had Mom's room," Rick confided.  Candace
grunted; yeah, she'd heard about that...  "That shoe there means that things
didn't happen that way," Rick amplified.  "Mom and Toby are in there..."

        Candace nodded, "Okay."  But she went to the door, anyway.  Jean was
talking -- and it didn't sound like the kind of conversation Candace wanted
to break in on.  Waving Rick toward the stair, she followed him down the
first few before he stopped and looked the question.  "They were talking.
I'm not sure Toby got any, after all..."

        "Bummer."  Rick figured that if he didn't score, Toby and his mother
Jean were probably BOTH miserable.  He shook his head and moved on.

        At the foot of the stairs he turned and headed for the den.  The
door was closed, but rhythmic slapping sounds were coming right through.
"Well, we're batting five hundred," Candace murmured, "or maybe six sixty
six..."  Rick grinned and applied his ear to the door.  Candace slipped up
beside him and did the same, grinning at him as she put the opposite ear
against the panel...

        Beth was being vocal; you couldn't make it out, quite, but she
didn't sound unhappy.  She was moaning or saying something or other in
counterpoint to the fleshy smacks.  Rick put a finger to hip lips and waved
Candace back so he could get at the knob.  Turning it slowly, he quietly
cracked the door open...

        "Fuck... fuck...fuck... fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck... fuck...
fuck..." Beth chanted, her eyes glassy, while Lon made like a perpetual
motion machine above her.  Lon had Beth's knees over his upper arms and he
was long-stroking her, a feral grin on his face.  While the other couple
watched, Beth surged up and wailed, "Oh, OH, OOHHH!!!" then collapsed for a
moment before taking off again moaning, "Oh, God -- you're WONDERFUL!  Fuck
me!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck..."  Lon just kept pounding.

        Rick backed up, pulling the door closed before whispering, "Wow!
You don't think that's their first time, do you?"

        Candace shook her head.  "I doubt it.  Lon probably didn't last any
longer than you did -- it's tough at your age!  On the other hand, you guys
can manage seconds or thirds -- and that's what I imagine they're
getting..."  Her eyes twinkled.

        Rick took the hit over his first pass poorly, "Hey!  I didn't mean
to..."

        "Honey, EVERYONE does that until they get used to sex!  I wasn't
singling you out!  The first time tends to be, well, overwhelming --
frankly, the fact that you got me off in the process is something you can be
really proud of!"  She eyed him sidelong, "Want thirds?"

        Rick honestly wasn't sure he could go again -- but he wasn't limp,
either.  "Maybe.  After we check on everybody, maybe I'll be recharged."

        "I'll bet you're recharged NOW!" Candace replied, closing her hand
on his semi-erect cock.  Rick grinned, but nodded at the door.  Candace
nodded back, and he popped it open again.

        Things hadn't changed markedly; Beth was still hunching and
babbling, and Lon was still long-stroking.  But Lon was getting a bit red in
the face, and Beth was sounding frantic, wailing, "Take it!  Get it!  It's
yours!  Any time!  Fuck me!  I want to feel your cum!  Fuuuuck!"  Beth
heaved again, and Lon muttered the first word the other couple had heard
from him since they started eavesdropping, "Six..."

        Rick's eyes bugged.  "Six?" he hissed in surprise.

        Candace snatched the door closed, "Shhh, Silly!"

        "How can he get her off six times?"

        "Well, if they ARE on thirds, that's where the endurance guys your
age has comes in," Candace chuckled.  "The other thing is that apparently
Beth doesn't cum like I do -- she gets little cums, spaced just a little bit
apart, where I get bigger ones and they tend to take longer to get and take
more out of me.  It's apples and oranges, Honey -- don't feel like you
haven't done your job.  If you did Beth, you'd probably get the same
result."

        "Sounds like a commercial," Rick grunted.  " 'Your results may
vary...' "

        "Something like that," Candace agreed.  "Now what?  Do we watch them
finish, or..."

        "Let's go check on Mom and Toby."

        This time, there wasn't conversation coming through Jean's bedroom
door, as before; instead, there was a series of exclamations, with a
rhythmic undercurrent.  Rick eyed Candace, who raised her eyebrows and
nodded -- it sounded like Toby was getting his way, after all...  Rick
quietly cracked the door.

        The bedroom door was poorly positioned for eavesdropping as the bed
faced it; Rick had to open it enough to actually stick his head through.  He
opened it, VERY slowly, then eased around it until he had an eye on things.

        Jean and Toby were crosswise on the bed; Toby was on his back and
Jean was rising and falling on his erection, chanting, "Oh, Toby!  Oh!  So
good!  Uh!  So big!  Uh!  Uh!"  Rick had a great profile shot of his mother,
head thrown back, eyes closed, smiling in a manner that he remembered dimly,
but hadn't seen lately.  He withdrew and grinned from ear to ear.  "They're
doing it!  Just like we did on the chair!"  He stepped back, and Candace
eased into place to get a look.

        Minutes before, the post-conversation necking had resolved itself to
a situation wherein Jean was atop Toby, rubbing her clitoris and labia
against his aching erection.  "I want to ride on top," Jean had moaned, and
Toby had agreed, readily.

        Jean was used to this; Hugh had tired easily (in retrospect, it was
probably because of his heart condition), and Jean had always been light and
athletic, so it had worked well for them.  Jean loved the control it gave
her; position adjustments were easy for her and that allowed her to maximize
her satisfaction without having to try to communicate issues to her partner.
Hugh had seldom had any problem achieving orgasm, so there had been no
requirement to watch out for him; on the few occasions that he DID have
problems, they would just roll over...

        Now, her control over the situation as she rose and fell on Toby's
erection, braced stiff-armed against his hips while her knees and hips moved
her up and down, brought her certainty; Toby WAS bigger than Hugh!  At full
insertion, she was full -- cervix kissing glans full -- and that was new and
different in a big way!

        Toby added to things, too -- he just couldn't hold still under her
-- bringing a pounding counterpoint to her efforts that she rapidly adapted
to and integrated in what was becoming just an incredible coupling!  They'd
been going at it only a couple of minutes, but Jean could feel the bubble of
joy rising in her, expanding, every pumping stroke inflating it.  "Oh, Toby!
Oh, God!  Uh!  So good!  Oh!  So big!  Oh, God!  Uh!  Uh!  UHH!  Oh,
WOOOW!!!"  Suddenly she started snapping her hips in an action more circular
than vertical, reaming herself on Toby's big penis while she shook like a
leaf, red as a beet, only the whites of her eyes showing,
"GAAAAAAWWWWDDD!!!!"  Toby grabbed her hips when it looked like she was
going to fall off, but she recovered in a moment and resumed her up and down
motion.  "OMIGOD!" she gasped, "That was SOOO GOOD!"

        Toby grinned agreement; he had absolutely no complaints with the
ride!  He was nowhere near a cum at this point, but Jean's inner lining was
hot and wet and velvety soft, and it brought him wave after wave of
pleasure.  He figured he had a while, and he looked forward to seeing Jean's
manic orgasmic activity a couple more times, if he was lucky...

        Watching Jean get off was too much for Candace; her hand stole
between her splayed legs to tickle her puffy clit.  Rick watched her for a
few moments, then stepped up behind her and took over.  Candace widened her
stance to give Rick more to work with; he'd sure taken to fingering!  Maybe
she could talk him into giving head...

        Jean was warming up for another cum -- you could see it in the flush
on her neck and chest.  Toby was managing to smack into her from below,
which was pretty athletic for a guy who didn't look like much.  Candace
watched Jean's head roll on her shoulders and listened as her litany of lust
got more strident -- and Rick's hand in her crotch got to be too much!

        Backing up, she pulled the door shut, then gasped to Rick, "I need
that cock of yours, Honey!"  Glancing around, she added, "Your room!" and
hauled him along by the wrist.  Behind them, Jean's noises indicated that
she had reached her orgasm...

        Once in Rick's room, Candace didn't stand on ceremony; grabbing the
footboard of the bed, she wailed, "Just plug in, Hon, and go to town!  Mama
needs it, bad!"

        Masturbating Candace in the hall had brought Rick to full erection,
anyway -- he'd actually been considering the idea of penetrating her in the
hallway!  Stepping up, he rubbed his cock against Candace's rubbery nether
lips -- which were already hanging open -- and applied it to her opening.

        "Oh, SHIT, that's good!  Make Mama happy!" Candace trilled, and Rick
set to work.  He had to bend his knees just a bit to hunker down to her
shorter stature, but it wasn't bad -- and the pussy was GREAT!  Rick set a
brisk pace, and the noises coming from Candace said that was just fine with
her!  "Oh, Jeezus!  Get it, Honey!  God, that feels good!  Go!  Go!"  Rick
grinned and hammered away.

        Downstairs, Beth was approaching orgasm number eight from Lon's
current effort -- but Lon was approaching his even faster!  Beth could see
it in his face; the intensity of his expression shot up suddenly.  This
wasn't the time to be greedy; Beth began seriously setting him up to enjoy
his orgasm, "Cum!  Cum in me!  Fill me up!  Fill your slut with your juice!
Breed me!"

        Beth's wild encouragements took their toll, and Lon hit his final
approach -- that eternal moment when you know that you're going to shoot,
and you hold it back, milking it for the ecstasy it provides.  With a
strained grunt, Lon let go, pouring his third load of semen into Beth's
snatch -- but he kept stroking, and that -- combined with the feel of his
ejaculation in her hungry twat -- brought Beth one final orgasm, "Oh, God!
That feels so good!  I'm cumming again!"  Beth surged against her sweaty
blond lover one final time, her twat pulsing, then collapsed, pulling him
down onto her heaving, sweaty chest.  "That was Heavenly!  God, if you only
knew!"

        "It beat anything I'VE ever had!" Lon declared.  "Fuckin' great!
I'm wasted!"

        "No wonder!" Beth exclaimed.  "Rest now..."  She rubbed his sweaty
back while he relaxed atop her, happy tears leaking from the corners of her
eyes.  This would never happen again -- Lon could do a lot better than a fat
old hog like her -- but it was a memory she would cherish, always!

        Lon's concept of the situation differed by just about one hundred
percent; while he wanted to get between Jean's legs 'just because,' Beth had
made a powerful impression.  Lon intended to pop Beth at every opportunity;
he was happy to fuck her and she was happy to have him -- why get stupid?
Besides, she OBVIOUSLY would do whatever kinky thing came to mind -- he
could pop her ass, and...  He drifted off toting up the possibilities.

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        Jean was coming down from orgasm number three -- and was running out
of energy.  She wasn't eighteen any more and riding on top was WORK --
especially since every time she had an orgasm, the discharge took some of
her vitality while giving her pleasure.  Toby was helping, but number four
seemed to be out of reach...

        Toby sensed this -- and he had too much invested for her to quit!
"Lay down on me -- we're gonna roll over!" he announced.

        'Oh thank God!'  "Okay" Jean flopped forward and ran her arms up
under Toby's shoulders, then hung on as he initiated the roll, being careful
not to crush her leg on the way over.

        When it was over, Toby was prone atop Jean, who had her knees up.
Toby pulled his knees in and resumed stroking, bracing on her shins as soon
as she let go of his shoulders.

        The increase in control increased Toby's ability to obtaining
pleasure and virtually ensured that he would orgasm within the next few
minutes -- and relieved Jean of energy-sapping motion, which increased her
chances, too!  Jean recognized that she had gained as much as Toby in the
change almost immediately, as pleasure resumed it's ascendancy over fatigue.
"Mmmm, yes!  Oh!  Oh!  So good!  Yes!" Jean gasped, once more headed for the
peak.

        Meanwhile, Toby found that combination of sensations that brought
him the most pleasure and started moving into the final stretch.  He
maintained his pace -- even slowed a bit when he discovered that it added to
things -- and started approaching his peak, feeling the charge building in
him with every gentle impact of his glans on Jean's cervix.

        Jean felt the change in tempo, and realized, as Toby had, that
slowing a bit improved things.  Suddenly, there WAS another orgasm out
there, approaching steadily...  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh, God!  Yes!  Oh!"

        Toby's vision narrowed to a tunnel with Jean's wide-eyed face at the
other end.  Her excitement built his, accelerating his approach until he was
teetering on the brink, no longer pushing, but rather being dragged over the
precipice, "UuuuuUUUUUGGGGGGNNNNNNHHHHH!!!!!"

        Jean's eyes popped as Toby buried himself and began pulsing out seed
-- right at the door of her cervix!  You couldn't miss feeling it -- his
glans was literally pressed to the opening in her cervix -- and the dim
realization of the possible implications caused Jean to begin quaking,
heave, clutch him with all four limbs, and white out as her orgasm -- one of
a different quality than expected, but an orgasm, nonetheless -- overcame
her.

        The pair tried to become one organism for almost thirty seconds
before collapsing into a loose tangle of limbs, panting from exhaustion.
Both were wasted; Toby went out almost immediately, while Jean took a couple
of minutes, but followed, her last thoughts a vague attempt to make out the
source of some rhythmic noises coming from Rick's room...

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        The noises, of course, were Rick and Candace -- mostly Candace!
Rick had her by the hips and was steadily plugging and unplugging her hungry
hole while she hung onto the footboard of his bed and welcomed every stroke,
verbally as well as with her body.  "Oh, God, Honey!  Yes!  God, that's
good!  Keep it coming, you stud!  Oh, Honey!  Mama wants another cum!
Gimme!  Pound me!  Pound that pussy!  Yes!  Oh, shit yeah!  Get Mama off!
Oh, Holy FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!!!"  Candace's legs started jumping and all she was
capable of for the next few moments was an impassioned, "MMMM!  MMMM!
MMMM!"

        Rick hammered away, grinning from ear to ear.  Round three WAS going
well; it felt great, but he wasn't feeling any immediate urgency -- and he
was doing what came naturally, apparently to rave reviews!  He was banging
Candace's ass in a steady, pounding rhythm, and from the sound of things,
she was loving it...

        She was.  This was why Candace had been chasing younger and younger
guys -- she liked it hard, fast, and FOREVER, and young guys delivered, once
they were past their first blast and the performance anxiety that went with
it.  On top of that, Candace had been harboring a fantasy of taking Rick on
for over a year; this was a dream come true!  Rick was shaping up to be a
stud, and Candace was by God going to reap the benefits!  She had her legs
spread and her knees locked, and Rick's balls were swatting her bare clit at
every stroke -- and she'd ALREADY gotten off once!  The position was good
for her and Rick didn't seem to have any issues; Candace was prepared to
spend the next half hour or so absorbing his thrusts...

        Rick shifted speeds and patterns, trying this and that, watching
Candace's ass cheeks shiver to his impacts.  He'd like to have been able to
play with her tits, but they were swinging below her, out of sight, let
alone reach.  He could reach under and play with her clit, but he soon
discovered that it interfered with his stroke -- besides, Candace could do
herself if she wanted.  What did that leave?  Hmmmm...  Her asshole was
right there, winking...  Trying to push a finger at it directly interfered
with his stroke, too, but if he put his hand on her ass cheek, he could play
with her crinkled hole with the ball of his thumb...

        Candace's eyes popped -- 'Damn!  Straight to advanced stuff!  You
STUD you!' she thought.  "Honey, you play with that and I'm gonna pop again!
Oh, shit!  You don't have to get inside, just...  Oh yeah!  Shit!
FUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!!"  Candace peaked again, throwing herself back against
him, her knees jumping and threatening to buckle while Rick watched and felt
her asshole pulsing, nibbling at his probing thumb.

        Recognizing that constant attention was probably a bad thing for her
anus, Rick shifted back to the basics while Candace recovered, panting, her
head hanging low between her arms.  How many more cums like that she could
take was open to question; maybe she should ask for a change in position?
"Honey, can we go around to the side?  I might need something to fall on..."

        "Okay."  Rick was apparently irritated by the break in his rhythm
the move required, but he bought in.  Burying himself in her, he moved them
around the corner, side-stepping.

        Candace got her elbows onto the mattress and settled in, raising her
ass, "Okay, Honey, it's all yours!" Rick didn't say anything, but his sigh
of relief when he resumed stroking said that he hadn't lost much.

        Rick went looking for his and Candace was in no position to argue --
besides, the harder he went at it, the better she liked it!  He was ramming
and slamming and she was even better positioned to enjoy it, now that she
was down flatter on the bed and her ass was presented at an angle that got
her clit even more action!  Not only that, but her asshole was up higher,
too -- easier for him to mess with...

        Rick discovered that particular benefit of the new position a moment
later and he started probing again, this time with a finger from a grip on
her left ass cheek.  He refused to take no for an answer, too; the fingertip
didn't let up until Candace's ass was invaded to the first knuckle!  "Oh,
shit, Honey -- that's wild!" Candace wailed.  "I'm gonna cum again!"  She
started bouncing and jittering, "Oh, FUUUUUUUCK!"

        Rick was heading up the slope, too, dragged along by her excitement.
Candace's orgasm actually got in his way, but it was only momentary; when
she flopped out on the bed to recharge, he regained control of her hips and
made his final approach, "I'm gonna cum!  Hold it together for just a sec...
YAAAAAAHHH!!!"  He powered into Candace, pushing her flat on the bed while
he gouted into her from a position prone atop her back, their legs hanging
off the bed.

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

        The close-in uproar brought Jean out of her post-orgasmic languor.
Gently, she rolled Toby off her and rose, collecting a light robe; God knew
the big nudist thing was probably over -- and if it wasn't , it should be.
Quietly, she tiptoed to Rick's room, that apparent source of the noise...

        Rick was there -- and so was Candace, the hussy!  Rick was collapsed
atop her in a manner that made it clear that they were probably still
joined, sexually.  Neither was looking in her direction and it was a poor
time to force a confrontation, so Jean backed out.  Putting things back on
something resembling a normal footing was going to be difficult, to say the
least -- Candace appeared determined to indulge her taste for young boys at
the expense of their normal development.  As for the boys, well, it would be
a surprise to discover that they felt exploited, even though it was true on
the face of it.  (Somehow, Jean managed to forget that the whole thing had
been the boys' idea in the first place...)  She padded downstairs, her bare
feet making no sound to betray her.

        First, she looked out back -- but there was no one out there, so she
padded back through the kitchen and dining rooms, checking the living room
on her way.  She was certain, however, that the missing pair were in the den
-- that was a pre-planned location, after all...

        They were there, on the floor, atop some seat cushions.  Lon was
draped over Beth, apparently asleep; Beth sensed Jean's presence somehow and
turned a half-ecstatic, half-anxious expression on her.  Jean sighed; that
was everybody -- what a mess THIS was going to be to clean up!

        "I had to," Beth whispered.  "I couldn't pass it up..."  Jean smiled
sadly, nodding.  She'd done basically the same, after all...  Jean would
probably have a fight with Candace -- and Beth would be no help to either of
them, because while she knew it was wrong, she was too weak to help herself.
God knew how on Earth they were going to corral the boys!  Jean motioned
Beth to stay where she was and padded out.  Maybe if she got dinner started,
the others would follow their noses and would collect some sense of
propriety on the way...

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

        No such luck.  Candace was the ringleader of the loyal opposition
from the moment she came downstairs, nude.  When Jean chided her about her
nudity, Candace replied, "Honey, you're trying to close the barn door after
the horse has gone!  Let it be -- they've already seen it all -- and Rick's
been in it, for God's sake!"

        "This isn't a nudist camp!" Jean insisted.

        "Thank God!" Candace replied.  "If it was, I'd have to pretend to
ignore stiff dicks, instead of riding them!"

        "I think we're done with THAT for the day!" Jean exclaimed.

        "Oh, all RIGHT!" Candace grunted -- but she went and got her beach
wrap -- which was totally transparent -- and refused to wear anything under
it.

        Beth's body modesty made it easier to get her into a wrap -- but
Lon, who came in with her, took liberties at every turn -- feeling her up,
exposing this or that body part -- and Beth would not put a stop to it.  In
fact, she endured it cheerfully -- even courted it!  It took Toby taking Lon
aside and complaining that he was demeaning her to get Lon to back off --
but she continued to operate in Lon's orbit, accepting his fondling and
caresses and returning them -- to the point of reaching in Lon's trunks to
play with his cock!  "Beth!" Jean complained, "What you do in privacy is one
thing..."  Beth looked sheepish and backed off some, but Lon got angry --
Jean could see it.  Toby looked relieved, though, which was some
consolation.

        Candace toyed with and teased Rick -- only a little less explicitly
-- and she would NOT be stopped!  Fortunately, Jean had some control over
one half of the couple; after a bit, Rick got the message and stopped
presenting himself for more -- which didn't stop things totally, but did
slow them down.  By the time dinner was over, though, Jean was on everyone's
shit list but Toby's.  Candace was distinctly huffy when she and Lon hit the
door, but she agreed to an eight o'clock hen's breakfast at the coffee shop.
Beth and Toby left a bit later, Beth sending mixed signals about how she
felt about things.

        Once they were gone, it was time to take a run at Rick.  "I'm sure
it doesn't seem like it, Dear, but this thing that happened today is a
problem," Beth began.

        Rick eyed his mother in exasperation.  "I can't say that I'm
surprised, Mom -- you're pretty predictable.  I suppose you have a list?"

        "I DO, actually," Jean replied, "and watch your tone, Young Man!"

        "Don't forget the 'man' part," Rick grumbled.

        "I'm well aware," Jean grumbled.

        "Oh?  Well, I'm well aware that YOU got YOUR share, too!" Rick fired
back.

        "Rick!"

        "Well?"  Rick stood his ground.

        Jean hung her head.  "You're right -- I'm not an outsider to the
situation -- but that doesn't fix it!"

        "Mom," Rick sighed.  "Everybody got laid.  Everybody needed it.
Everybody had a good time.  What's the problem?"

        "What happened afterward," Jean summed up.  "Dear, the problem isn't
so much what we did -- although the 'consenting adult' rules don't really
hold water because you three aren't REALLY adults yet -- the problem is what
others will think about it!"

        Rick shrugged.  "Who cares what others think?"

        "When they can have us arrested, make us lose our jobs, and
generally destroy our families, we ALL should!"

        "Gimme a break!" Rick grunted -- but he was listening.

        "Let's go with the first piece," Jean counseled.  "The laws define
an 'age of consent' -- but it is designed to keep them from having to throw
YOU in jail for having sex with a girl who is around YOUR age.  Women MY age
who have sex with -- uh -- men YOUR age are sexual predators, just like male
pedophiles chasing fourteen year old girls in Internet chat rooms!  At
least, that's what I expect the law to say!  Look at those cases where they
jailed female school teachers for having sex with boys!"

        Rick looked uncomfortable.  "That's a breach of trust thing, more
than anything else."

        "Well, people who have nothing better to do than jump to conclusions
are going to assume that if you have sex with my women friends, you probably
have sex with ME, too -- and there are more than just laws on the books
covering THAT!"

        "Erk?"  Rick came up short.  "But that's..."

        "Not true?" Jean finished.  "How do we prove it?  And would anybody
bother to believe us, anyway?  We're talking serious social stigma, here...
How are you going to date girls your age if word gets out that you're having
sex with your mother -- even though it ISN'T true?"

        "Okay, so we keep it a secret!"

        "Not telling anyone and keeping it a secret are two different
things, Dear -- as you and Candace so aptly demonstrated at dinner!" Jean
replied.  "A couple who are having sex act differently toward one another
than a young man and one of his mother's lady friends.  They invade each
other's personal space -- because they can -- and they do things and say
things that indicate that they are intimate.  Males do that to tell other
males that they have a claim on the female -- and women accept that claim by
tolerating it, or even returning the behavior.  Think about what you and
Candace did at dinner -- what were you doing?"

        "I get it -- I was doing racy stuff, thinking how neat it was that
she would let me," Rick replied.

        "That won't fly in public, if you want to keep this a secret," Jean
pointed out, "but it is going to be difficult to impossible to stop -- and
it WILL be impossible if you two keep seeing one another!  One of you will
slip up, and a picture really IS worth a thousand words!"

        "It can STILL be done, if we're careful!' Rick rasped.  He wasn't
kissing off more sex with Candace -- not to mention Beth -- THAT easily!

        "Maybe," Jean agreed.  "For a while.  But if it goes on long, you
WILL slip up!  Besides, what happens if one of you decides that he wants an
ongoing relationship with one of us?"

        "As in not just sex?" Rick blinked, surprised.

        "Yes," Jean confirmed.  "It happens, you know.  That's how couples
happen -- and marriage.  But it would be a disaster for one or both of you,
should it happen.  The three of you are much more likely than we are to get
romantic -- but that's largely because we are more experienced and know
better.  If you three were older, though, all bets would be off.  And being
romantic is generally synonymous with being stupid, I'm afraid..."

        "Well, I think that if we're aware of it, we can manage to keep it
all secret," Rick hazarded, "AND keep our heads in the right places."

        "I don't," Jean argued, "but I don't expect you boys to give up on
it.  On the other hand, it will probably all be moot; Candace and Beth will
probably wake up and smell the coffee tomorrow, and it will all be over..."

        The look on his face said that Rick didn't like what he was hearing,
but he dropped it; once Mom got going on some idea, there was usually no
stopping her, and argument was a waste of time.  The good news was that he
wasn't getting his sex from Mom, he was getting it from Candace -- and she
liked young guys and had her own opinions.  Lon was probably set, too --
Toby's mom seemed to be more than willing, and although Mom would probably
give her a good talking to, she would probably backslide under pressure.
Rick figured he'd have to share Candace with Toby in the short run, but,
well, Candace was demanding -- that might be a good thing!  They could tag-
team her, or something...


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