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"Oh, here we go!" Candace rolled her eyes.  "I KNEW you were going to lay
on a guilt trip!" She took a disgusted sip of her coffee and glared at Jean
from her seat at their favorite table in the coffee shop.

   "Guilt has nothing to do with it!" Jean replied hotly, then leaned
forward to continue quietly, "Well, unless you count being guilty of
child-molesting."

   "I WATCHED you get a cum yesterday, Honey!  Don't tell me you didn't
enjoy yourself!" Candace pressed.

   "You did not!" Jean retorted hotly.

   "I did, too!" Candace laughed easily.  "You were riding Toby
cowgirl-style, busy telling him how good he was!  Do you know your eyes
roll right up in your head when you cum?"

   "Oh, God!" Jean gasped.

   "Just exactly," Candace replied.  "So don't go getting all high-moral on
us!"

   "Look, Candace," Jean re-grouped.  "This isn't about how good it was,
it's about whether it can be allowed to continue!" Whirling on Beth, she
added, "The 'age of consent' thing is for them and girls their age!  It
doesn't count for us!  They're still minors!"

   "Oh, my!" Beth gasped.  "You're sure?"

   "I checked it on the Internet last night -- it varies from state to
state -- but, yes, in THIS state, we broke the law!"

   "Well, nobody has to know, for Christ's sake!" Candace replied.  "You
act like we're gonna have to wear big 'A's embroidered on our blouses or
something!"

   "If we could leave it at the point where we did it, things might be
different -- but the boys want to treat you like girlfriends, and THAT is a
problem in public!  Think about how familiar they were being at dinner last
night!  If they were to do that here..."

   "Oops!" Beth looked shocky.  "That would be embarrassing..."

   "It would be more than that!" Jean pressed.  "It would be as good as
waving a sign!  Some busybody would point with alarm, and the next thing
you know we'd ALL be looking out through bars!"

   "Oh, come on!" Candace scoffed.  "You think they'd prosecute?"

   "In the current climate -- with a chance to create a scandal for the six
o'clock news?  You bet!" Jean affirmed.  "And even if they had no evidence,
we'd all be smeared!  How would the boys ever date YOUNG women, after?"

   "Ooh, boy..." Beth moaned.  The previous day's activities had been a
miraculously wonderful interlude that had whetted her appetite -- and Jean
had just pulled the treat right out of her mouth...

   Candace glared at Jean, knowing that Beth had just rolled over.  "All we
have to do is be a little bit careful.  The boys will understand -- they
know which side their bread is buttered on."

   "If we stop now, they'll lay off, and things will be fine," Jean
replied, "but if we keep it up, sooner or later there will be a slip-up and
someone will get caught short..."

   "Oh!" Beth exclaimed, galvanized.  Fishing in her purse, she snatched
out a pill case, opened it, and passed the pill to Jean.  "Here, take
this."

   Jean frowned suspiciously.  "What is it?"

   "Morning after contraceptive," Beth amplified.  "Unless you guys used a
rubber, you're pressing your luck; the Pill takes a few days to get control
of things..."

   "Oh!" Jean looked sheepish, but eyed the thing, holding it up.  "What's
this going to do?"

   "You'll probably get cramps," Beth replied.  "Where were you in your
cycle?"

   "I'm surprised an ovary didn't go 'ping' while we were doing it!" Jean
confessed.  "I'm right about there, and Toby -- WOW, he's long!  He was
right there at my cervix!"

   Candace chortled.  "I guess when you started talking about being caught
short..." Everyone had this vision of Jean with a big belly and poor Toby
being fingered as the father...  For two of them, the vision had unpleasant
overtones, but Candace thought it was a gas!  "I'm looking forward to
Toby..." she added.

   "Candace!" Jean gasped, "I just spent ten minutes telling you why you
can't go around having sex with Toby and Rick!  Weren't you listening?"

   "I heard you," Candace replied.  "I'm unconvinced.  If all they have to
do to get pussy is be quiet about it, that's what they'll do!"

   "You're wrong, Candace!" Jean argued.  "Teenage boys brag about sex! 
And when they do..." She looked at her watch.  "Look, I've got to go.  Are
we agreed that we can't do that again?"

   "Yes," Beth nodded -- but Candace just looked stubborn.  She and Jean
glared at each other for a moment before Jean grated, "Fine!  Remember,
it's Rick's and Toby's lives you're trying to ruin!  Beth, I've talked to
Toby already, and he understands.  I've talked to Rick, too.  With any
luck, we can keep Candace from screwing anyone up!" She got up and stalked
out.

   Candace watched her departure, glaring.  "Ever the uptight one," she
rasped.  Turning to Beth, she insisted, "This is a GOOD thing -- not the
end of the world!  All we have to do is make the boys understand that it is
in their best interest to keep mum about where they're getting their
poontang and everything will keep coming up roses!"

   "What about that legal thing?" Beth asked diffidently.

   "There may --MAY -- be something to it -- but Jean is being an
extremist, as usual," Candace counseled.  "Nobody is going to be arrested
because the boys are a few weeks short of some magic number." Candace eyed
Beth for a moment before laying a carefully-crafted torpedo in the water,
"It's wise to keep it under wraps, or you'll have half the senior class at
the high school knocking on your door looking for a little relief..." She
smiled to herself as both dimensions of that comment hit home between
Beth's eyes; a short conversation with Lon the previous night had been VERY
revealing concerning Beth's behaviors and desires, and Candace had
previously unthought-of plans for the chubby nurse...

   "Yes..." Beth's eyes took on a glazed look as the idea of having three
or four Lons demanding her attention drifted through her mind's eye.  It
was a recipe for disaster, but all those cocks...  She shuddered, then put
the vision away.  Jean was right...  "That would be too dangerous!  OUR
boys we can control -- maybe!  But other strange boys?  The whole thing
would crash, just like Jean says!"

   "Then I guess we'll just have to control things..." Candace simpered. 
"If Jean insists on doing without, it's just more for us!  She's got this
Puritan thing going -- she thinks if it's fun or good for you, it must be a
sin!

   "Are you sure?" Beth quavered.

   "It'll all be fine," Candace assured her.  "Toby is no fool -- HE will
do things right, and he'll make sure the other boys understand, too!  And
in a week, when Jean's pussy itches so bad she can't think, he can take
care of THAT end, too!" Stroking Beth about her son helped make the whole
thing even more palatable; Candace KNEW Beth's pussy was talking to her, so
she reminded her of THAT, too!  Smiling to herself, she watched Beth's
defenses crumble.  "I'll have a word with Lon and make sure he understands
the issues, and we'll just keep Jean in the dark until she's ready to play
again, okay, Honey?"

   "O--okay," Beth gulped.

   "You're on graveyard tonight, aren't you, Honey?" Candace asked.  Beth
nodded.  "Maybe you have a little time for afternoon delight?  I can ask
Lon to stop by after I have a word with him..."

   Beth rose to the bait.  "That would be...  nice..." she sighed.  "But I
REALLY don't think he's going to want to do it again with me..."

   "You'd be surprised, Honey," Candace replied, "and besides, with Jean
out of the running, you're his only available source!  He can't very well
fuck ME..."

   "Oh, yeah..." Beth's eyes glazed again.  Candace chuckled to herself --
Beth was SO easily led, to be so intelligent!  Beth always had been, which
was one reason Candace enjoyed crossing swords with Jean so much -- Beth
was too easy!  But at times like this, it was VERY convenient...  It was
going to be fun having her as a sex slave...

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

   Lon thought so, too.  The guys had gathered at the food court in the
mall to discuss the previous day's conquests -- very carefully, of course,
so as not to hurt the feelings of their friends.  Lon found it particularly
difficult to keep from crowing over what a slut Toby's mother was.  "Hey,
Man, I'm glad things worked out like they did!  Beth's some good shit!  She
sure drained me dry!  I bet she could have handled a couple of other guys,
too!"

   "Hey!" Toby protested.

   "Sorry, Man -- but it IS a fact!  Besides, I know Mama, and I know she
wants to take you both on at the same time at some point, so it's not like
I'm pretending she's superior, or anything!" Lon apologized.

   "Well," Toby grunted, only partly mollified.  "That's IF we ever get
another pass.  Jean..."

   "Yeah, how WAS Jean, anyway?" Lon interrupted.

   "Hot," Toby replied, with a quick glance at Rick, "Damn hot!  But I
probably won't get to do her again..."

   "Why not?" Lon asked.

   Rick raised an eyebrow, "Did Mom unload the same crap on you that she
did on me?"

   "Probably," Toby replied.  Turning to Lon, he said, "It's illegal, Man;
they're too old and we're too young!"

   "Bullshit!" Lon erupted.  "I can fuck any chick I want!"

   "You can't do twelve year olds -- they'd pork you as an adult.  By the
same token, Ma and women her age are too old for the 'age of consent' thing
-- that's meant to protect us if we do chicks our age, but not women twice
as old!"

   "Yeah, yeah," Lon grunted.  "I expected some shit like that.  It's not a
problem, Man -- we just keep it quiet!"

   "There is more to it than that, Man," Rick pointed out.  "If you hang
all over one of them in public like we did at supper last night, you might
as well be carrying a sign!  We have to do the whole 'She's an old woman'
thing -- we can't be pinching their asses and playing with their tits and
sucking their necks in public.  Gotta be real careful ANYWHERE it might be
seen!"

   "Okay, yeah, I get that," Lon replied.  "I can do that.  Can you?"

   "Yeah," Rick agreed.  "I can.  Toby?"

   "Safest if we just move on, Man," Toby argued.  "Safest for everybody.
You know once some asshole starts putting it together, they'll decide I'm
fucking Ma, and you're fucking YOUR mothers, too!  We'll be motherfuckers
-- or they'll SAY we are, and we won't be able to prove otherwise!  Then
what?  Do you see us taking THEM to the prom?  We sure won't be seeing any
girls OUR age!"

   "Okay, so, it stays buried.  We already weren't planning on letting
anyone ELSE in, were we?" Lon asked.  Truth to tell, HE HAD been -- and
what the other two didn't know wouldn't hurt them...

   Rick shrugged.  "It's all over, anyway.  Mom is probably talking to Beth
and Candace right now, and they're gonna have second thoughts and sew it up
again..."

   "Uh uh," Lon replied.  "You're wrong!  Mama won't, anyway -- but, hey,
think about it -- if they've done wrong, it's blackmail material..."

   Rick looked thoughtful.  So did Toby.  "So you're saying..."

   "The damage is done, Man!" Lon amplified.  "If they give us crap, we
just threaten to out 'em!  They'll roll over and spread their legs --
they'll HAVE to!"

   "I don't like that..." grunted Toby.

   "Well, with any luck, we won't have to use it -- but it IS a weapon, and
it WILL work!" Lon urged.  "And, frankly, Man, if it has to be done, it'll
probably be YOUR woman that we'll have to use it on!  Jean's the uptight
one!" He glanced apologetically at Rick, who grimaced and shrugged.

   "Yeah..." Toby didn't like THAT idea one bit!

   Rick sighed.  "He's right, Man -- and it's for Mom's own good!  I saw
you guys in the bedroom yesterday, and that's the happiest Mom's been in a
long time!  But she doesn't think she deserves it, so she's looking a gift
horse in the mouth.  You need to stay on her until she gives up worrying
and settles in to enjoy it!"

   "I dunno," Toby shook his head.  "If she doesn't want to..."

   "She does, Man.  You KNOW she does!" Lon pressed.

   "Well, yeah, but she's right about the dangers!" Toby argued.

   "Nothing good comes free, Man.  The price we pay for this is keeping it
zipped and pretending nothing is going down.  As long as we can do that,
it's pussy Heaven!" Lon pressed.  "Tell you what -- today is too early for
her -- we need to let her pussy talk to her for a couple of days.  You
should spread yourself -- get a piece of Mama.  I KNOW she's looking
forward to it!"

   "I dunno..." Toby was dubious.

   "I'm serious, Man!  You had your mojo on yesterday, and Mama noticed! 
Don't take MY word for it -- I bet she comes hunting YOU!"

   "Yeah, well..." Toby shook his head.

   "This is all based on the idea that Mom doesn't fuck things up," Rick
grunted.  "Personally, I think we might have to do the blackmail thing. 
And even THAT might not work -- after all, we can't REALLY out them!  And
they have to know that!"

   "Well, maybe there is something less that we CAN do.  Give it some
thought..." Lon argued.  "But if Jean doesn't convince Mama -- and I don't
see her doing it based on past experience -- Mama will keep Beth in
line..."

   Toby nodded thoughtfully.  Lon was probably right -- Candace and Jean
had dragged her back and forth before; the last woman standing usually got
Ma's vote.  Sitting back, he reflected on how much things had ALREADY
changed -- it used to be, 'your mama' and 'Rick's mama' -- now it was
'Beth' and 'Jean'.  Even that little bit of familiarity was an
indication...

   "Well, it's fairly easy to figure out where things are," Lon mused. 
"We'll go up to my house after lunch and play some pool.  If Mama acts
prim, then we know we've got our work cut out for us; if she doesn't, maybe
she'll be up to servicing King Dong over there!" He grinned, pointing at
Toby.  "And if she's still putting out, I bet she'll know if Beth is or
not, too!" The other two nodded.  It was time to cruise a bit -- ogle some
stuff nearer their age.  Who knew?  Maybe the girls could tell that they
were studs now...

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

   It was early afternoon; Candace lolled in her bath, soaking.  She was
just the tiniest bit sore; Rick had given her a workout during round three
the day before -- not that she was complaining!  He'd been everything she'd
dreamed he would be -- and perhaps a bit more!  But Toby looked even MORE
interesting...  Who knew the little shit was packing and had the
constitution of the Energizer Bunny?

   Candace drifted a hand over her rubbery labia; the day after was always
bad -- she always ended up even more horny than she started!  It seemed
like the aches and pains just added to the hunger.  Rick had done a fine
job the day before, but he wasn't here now...

   The door banged downstairs.  "Mama!"

   "Up here, Hon!" Candace yelled.

   There was a lot of thumping on the stairs, then Lon's voice came from
her bedroom, "Where?"

   "In the bath, Hon.  Who's with you?"

   "Rick and Toby."

   "My favorite boys!  Come on in -- you've all seen me.  Besides, I'm all
sudsy." But she sat up so that her breasts were exposed.

   The boys stalked in, Lon first.  He plopped on the toilet as if watching
Mama bathe was the most natural thing in the world (it wasn't).  Rick
followed and leaned uneasily against the sink, while Toby barely made it
inside the door.  "Come on," Candace encouraged him, "I need to talk to you
boys, anyway." Toby sidled through the door; Candace decided that wasn't
good enough.  "Toby, why don't you get that towel over there and put it
here on the edge of the tub so you have a place to sit?"

   Toby's eyes grew wary, but he was eyeing her breasts.  He shrugged. 
Sure, it was a trap -- but the cheese was impressive...  "Yes, Ma'am."

   "Oh, Toby, Honey -- there's no need for THAT!  You call me Candace, like
Rick does -- we're better friends than that!" 'And we're going to get VERY
CLOSE this afternoon, if I have anything to say about it!' Candace added in
her head.  There was certainly no reason to play with your pussy in the
bathtub when there were two young studs in the house!

   Candace settled back in the tub.  "Boys, we have a problem or two..."
They all nodded -- well, no doubt they knew, but they would need to know
her official stance...  "Jean has voiced a lot of concerns over the
legality and morality of what we did yesterday -- and she makes some good
points." Then she smiled, "But I think she's full of shit!" Toby opened his
mouth, so she hurried on, "Okay, well, maybe it's not THAT extreme, but
she's deep into doom and gloom, and I think there is a happy medium.  Have
you all discussed this?"

   "Yes," Toby nodded.

   "Uh huh," Lon did, too.  Rick contented himself with a nod.

   "Where did you all come out?" Candace asked.

   "It's a mixed bag," Rick replied, taking the lead.  "Mom's probably
right in general, but like you said, she's probably presenting the extreme
case.  I think basically, we're not prepared to back off," he added, then
flicked a glance at Toby, "at least most of us aren't.  We're, uh, looking
to assess the resistance from your end."

   'Wow!  How intelligently put!  So highfalutin' formal!' Candace hid a
smile at these thoughts.  'Now for the response...' "Well, as you may have
expected, resistance varies on our side.  Jean is convinced she's going to
Hell, so things will be difficult with her -- but I think a few reminders
of what she's missing will sway her.  I, on the other hand, think that with
proper safeguards in place, we can continue to enjoy the benefits of our
libidos without serious worries."

   "And Ma?" Toby asked.

   "I believe that she is in my camp -- but you know how she vacillates,"
Candace replied, maintaining the diplomatic tone of the conversation. 
"Still, proper reinforcement of the benefits should keep her committed to
her current position."

   Lon leaned back against the toilet tank.  "About proper safeguards..."

   Candace nodded.  "Jean is right in that if we wave a red flag in front
of any of the local busybodies, the least common denominator will surface
and trouble will ensue," she said, thinking, 'Hey, I'm getting good at
doubletalk!' "What that means to you three is that you cannot treat us as
property anywhere that isn't TOTALLY private!" She gave them all a glare,
"Not that you should be, anyway!  This is a privilege you're exercising,
not a right!  I hope that none of you think you own ME!" This got three
wide-eyed nods; Candace hid another smile.  They might be men below the
belt, but they were still boys between the ears...  "So.  No public
groping. No casual familiarity of address -- stick with names -- no 'Honey'
or 'Babe' or that kind of thing.  You can call me Candace and Beth by her
name -- no requirement for 'Miz So and So' -- but little endearments are
out.  Clear?" Three nods.  "Ummm, I think I ought to issue a warning, and
I'm going to be a little bit graphic about this: When guys are getting
their ashes hauled more or less regularly, it's natural to get to be fond
of the woman doing it.  That goes double for the woman, since it's one of
the ways we latch onto someone to bring home the bacon while we pump out
the next generation!  You need to be careful about that -- marrying a woman
eighteen years your senior will raise eyebrows all over the place and would
probably put us all in a world of hurt!  You need to remember that this is
a physical thing, not an emotional one -- we're all scratching each other's
itches -- period!  Don't get romantic, and don't let your partner get that
way, either!  If it shows up in one of you, talk it out between you; if it
shows up in one of us, let the other two know and we'll straighten out the
offender.  Got it?"

   "Yeah." Lon nodded.

   Rick did, too.  Toby raised an eyebrow.

   "What's up?" Candace asked.

   "You're expecting that kind of thing?" Toby asked.

   Candace smiled crookedly.  "Not in myself, I'm not -- but Jean might
decide she's in love in order to justify getting sexual gratification --
she seems to need to justify things -- and your mother has other issues,
I'm told..." Candace hid another smile at how delicately THAT trap was
baited!

   "How so?" Toby's brow wrinkled.

   "I think we should discuss that in private, Honey." Candace took the
other two in with a glance, "In the meantime, are we clear about the
basics? No outsiders -- and I mean NONE!  You can't brag to the guys..."
she eyed Lon, as the most likely offender," ...and you might want to
formulate some tale about how you met some nice college chick to cover your
butt in case something DOES slip out!  No intimacy ANYWHERE that isn't
TOTALLY PRIVATE!  No public indication that you're anything but an
acquaintance, physical, verbal, or by mannerism!  Keep an eye on each other
for slip-ups!  No romance!  This is sex; the woman you're pleasuring is a
fuck-buddy, and that's it!  Understand?"

   "Yeah." Lon got it.  Some of this stuff was coming back-channel; Mama
had something up her sleeve.  He was going to need to talk to her off-line
at some point, obviously, because she didn't put ideas in his head for no
reason, and she'd planted a couple...

   "Yup," Rick nodded, too.  Toby also nodded, solemnly.

   "All right," Candace nodded to each of them.  "If we can obey a few
simple rules, this can be a helluva summer for all of us!  The other girls
may want to add stuff -- basically, you're going to have to negotiate
separately with each of them, I imagine." She eyed Lon, and he began to get
an inkling of what she was up to.  "But don't let them drop any of these
rules -- they're the basics, the minimums required to keep us ALL out of
trouble!" She stood up in the tub, "Toby, Hon, could you hand me that
towel?" Toby blinked owlishly, and offered the one he'd been seated on. 
Candace used it to wrap her hair, making sure everyone got an eyeful, then
pointed at the rack, "I'll need another." Toby turned to collect another
towel from the rack, and Candace turned to address the other two boys,
"Toby and I should probably discuss his mother for a bit.  Why don't you
two go over and see if Beth needs some company?  Lon, you can brief Rick on
the way..." During the conversation, Candace had regretfully put away the
idea of taking on two of them today -- she was just too sore.  One, though,
especially if he offered a bit of a challenge...  Toby was the obvious
choice for a couple of reasons -- and from Lon's description of Beth's
idiosyncrasies, she'd be thrilled to death to have two to deal with, sore
or not!  Besides, it would expose her more and make her more vulnerable...
Candace and Lon were going to own Beth -- lock, stock, and barrel -- very
soon!

   Lon flicked a glance at Toby, who nodded, mentally engaged in preparing
for whatever Candace had in store -- sex, at least, undoubtedly.  "She's
home -- she has the graveyard shift tonight."

   Lon gathered Rick with his eye and got up, kissing his mother on the
cheek.  "See you later, Mama." Candace smiled and ruffled his hair, knowing
that he'd gotten enough hints to know basically what to do.  Lon made a big
production of throwing it back and grumbling as he hit the door, more as a
diversion than anything else.  Rick followed, grinning.

   Candace reflected that Rick was the sole fly in the ointment; he was
pretty damned smart, and if he tumbled to what was going on and didn't go
along -- and especially if he told his mother, who would NOT like it --
there could be problems.  Candace had dabbled a bit in the area that she
instinctively believed that Beth was coming from, and she fully expected
that Beth would cooperate in her own enslavement -- IF Jean did not
interfere!  Even if Jean DID get her claws into things, Beth was very
likely to ignore her, if Candace was right -- but there was no sense in
taking chances.  She hoped that Lon had the sense to give Beth enough rope
to hang herself without overtly taking charge -- that way, Rick would
understand...

   Back to the immediate issue.  "Would you like to help me get dry?" she
asked sweetly, continuing to hold the towel covering her hair.

   "S--sure..." Toby replied, coming forward gingerly.  Oddly, Toby failed
to present the air of confidence and command with Candace that he used so
adroitly on Jean.  Very odd, indeed.  Candace stepped out of the tub and
onto the mat.  "I'll work on my hair, and you get the rest, okay, Hon?"

   Toby nodded and went to work, handling her arms, face, and neck first.
Where THIS was headed was clear; what wasn't clear was the reference to
Ma...

   Candace dried her hair, then collected a brush to get it relatively
untangled before it REALLY dried.  By then Toby had basically finished,
despite lingering in certain areas and being extremely diligent.  "Let's go
to my room," she murmured, leading him forward.  Passing through the door
into the master bedroom, she sat on her bed and waved him forward.  "Do you
want anything?  A drink, perhaps?"

   "I'm fine," Toby replied.  Did Candace just want to fuck, or was
something up?  You never knew...  Toby had learned long ago that Lon's
mother was a master manipulator.  Still, her concern seemed genuine...

   "Honey," Candace asked, her hands on Toby's narrow hips as he stood
before her, "did you ever notice that your father treated your mother, umm,
inconsiderately?"

   "Like how?" Toby fought distraction; Candace was still nude, her proud
breasts prominently displayed.  She was looking up at him, her expression
serious -- but her fingers were tracing the bare skin under his shirt and
just above the waistband of his jeans, causing his hard-on to resemble
blued steel.

   "Oh, ordering her around, calling her names, demeaning her, that kind of
thing." She popped the snap on his jeans.

   Toby thought about it; he'd never done it -- never been allowed to --
but Pa had been pretty dismissive of Ma -- and some of the things he called
her...  "Uh, maybe.  I'm not sure what's normal and what isn't, actually.
He seemed to get away with a lot that I don't see on TV.  What are you
doing?"

   "I'm naked; you could make me more comfortable by getting naked, too! 
Surely, you know what ELSE I want?"

   "Yeah..." Toby flipped his T-shirt over his head.  If Candace wanted to
fuck, he wasn't likely to zip up and run off -- even if he had a choice --
something he suspected that he did NOT have!  "He ordered Ma around a lot
-- and he could be pretty nasty if she screwed something up.  It seemed
like she was ALWAYS screwing up, too!"

   Candace hid her face by the simple expedient of looking down and tugging
at Toby's shoelaces.  Yes!  "Did he ever, umm, slap her around, in your
presence?"

   Toby's voice was guarded.  "Why?"

   "It, umm, wouldn't be a surprise, Hon."

   "You want to tell me what this is about?" Toby pulled his left foot out
of his running shoe; Candace was holding it down for him.

   "I'll get to it," Candace replied.  "One more question -- you don't have
to answer IT, either, but it would help.  Did you father ever have sex with
your mother in your presence?  Or did he involve others?" She looked up at
Toby, surprising an extremely harsh expression on his face.  The boy's
features were positively transformed; gone was the intelligent, but
bumbling boy she knew.  Undoubtedly, she was gazing at the face of Toby's
father, at one generation's remove...  "I see that I have struck a nerve,
Hon.  Let me explain where I'm going with this." She collected the
waistband of his jeans and started tugging them off, taking his undershorts
with them.

   "That would be a good idea." Toby's voice would have been toneless if it
hadn't been carrying such hard undertones.  He put his hand on her shoulder
and stepped out of his clothing.  "That would be an excellent idea."

   'God, have I awakened a monster?' Candace wondered, followed by, 'What a
beautiful cock!  If his father was hung like this, no wonder Beth was a
slave!' Stroking his shaft, she murmured, "I don't practice this as a
regular thing, but I know a little bit about it." She looked up into his
suddenly hard eyes.  "Some people operate differently from what we consider
to be 'normal'.  You've heard of BDSM?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you know what it is?"

   "I...  have an idea."

   "How about Dominance and submission?" Those eyes hers were locked with
were still steely, even as they reflected pleasure from her manipulations.

   "They are...  close."

   Okay, obviously he had heard or seen something -- but what did he think
it was?  "Can you describe it?"

   "One person...  controls another.  Humiliates them, maybe abuses them
physically.  The other...  just takes it..."

   "Have you ever participated in such a thing?" Candace asked carefully.

   "NO!" Toby was rigid.

   'Okay.  He's seen things, all right.  From the outside.' "Has your
mother ever spoken to you about this?"

   "No."

   "Have you done any reading?"

   "No."

   Candace rubbed her face with the hand not jacking Toby's cock;
obviously, Toby had drawn his own conclusions -- and they were unpleasant.
There would be some damage control required...  "Okay.  I think you've seen
this, from the outside.  What you HAVEN'T seen is the INSIDE!  I want to
talk to you about this, because it is important..."
   Toby's voice was still harsh.  "You have my complete attention." 

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