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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 15 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: D/s

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 15

        Toby sat on his front steps, rubbing his forehead.  'I should
probably be jubilant,' he thought -- but he wasn't.  He'd managed to
thoroughly hijack Candace's grand plan to make a sex slave out of Ma, but
the complications...   One of the big ones was trying to control Candace,
who was a lot trickier character than Ma.  When you got right down to it,
aside from the fact that she'd probably say no when she really wanted
something, Ma was pretty straightforward -- but Candace liked to run things,
and even if she seemed to respond to his control, it wasn't her basic thing.
That was going to make her slippery -- and Toby was a newbie at being a Dom,
even if he'd seen quite a bit.  Hell, she was probably scheming ways to get
out from under him right now!  Sighing, he got up and headed inside, making
his way to his bedroom and his computer.  'Better cover my ass,' he thought,
and slipped a blank CD into the drive.

Ten minutes later, he had six CDs and had hidden the original material on
his hard drive in password-protected archives with innocuous names.  He knew
from recent noises on TV that the FBI or even a good cracker could get them
eventually, but he was more than willing to bet that Candace couldn't.  As
for the CDs, he had two with just pictures, two with just video, and two
with everything -- a selection from which he could start small and ramp up
the blackmail from as necessary.  He would hide one set away from the house
soon; for the moment, he salted them both in a hidey-hole in a crawlspace
that he'd been using for ages.  Time to check on Ma...

        "Ma?"  Toby rapped on the bedroom door.

        "I'm in the bathroom!" Beth called out.

        Toby entered the bedroom and stood by the bathroom door, "Do you
need anything?"

        "No, but don't you think we should talk?" Beth asked diffidently.
"I'm in the tub.  Besides, you've seen it all before..."

        Toby shrugged; THAT was true.  He'd seen her naked more times than
she would probably ever guess...  "Okay."  He opened the door and strode in,
plopping onto the toilet lid.

        Beth was in the tub, in bubbles up to her neck, having gone there
right after Toby chivvied the others out.  She was sore in a few places --
well, three in particular -- but she felt... eased...  It had been a LOOONG
time since Beth had taken on more than one partner at a time -- and it had
been almost as long since she had used either her mouth or her ass as a
receptacle for a male member -- so she was pretty sore, and probably the
previous day's activity only added to things.  But she wouldn't have traded
the activity that made her ass sting and her throat burn for the world; even
tonguing Candace's pussy had been a thrill!  And the blackmail thing had
such a familiar ring -- the whole 'I own you' thing was like putting on an
old pair of shoes, and it added that anxious little tingle that kind of
spiced things up.  Sure, it was weird -- but being told what to do was so
much more comfortable...

        Toby easily detected his mother's state -- the issue at hand was
trying to talk about it.  "So, you're okay?"

        "Yes."  Both of them knew that there was more to it than that; now
they had to get past it...  "I'm not hurt, or anything..."

        Toby cocked his head.  "But how do you FEEL?"

        "I'm... fine..."

        "Are you worried about Candace?"

        "No, not really.  Ummm, she's bossy, anyway.  But she's not... a
guy..."

        "What if she tries to turn this place into a whorehouse -- puts you
out there for money, or brings in a parade of guys?"

        "Uuhhh..."  How could she tell him what needed to be said?  "I..."

        Toby's eyes were dark, his expression serious, when he let her off
the hook, "You'll do what she tells you to do."

        "Yes."  Relief colored Beth's shame and humiliation.  After a
moment, she added, "How long have you known?"

        "A long time."  How long had it been?  How old was he, the first
time he'd seen his father do something he knew was wrong to his mother --
six?  Eight?  The exposure to verbal abuse had come even before that...  "I
didn't understand, though.  I thought it was... terrible."

        "It was...  And it wasn't."  Beth's eyes were distant.  "I always
felt that it was right, somehow.  It's... hard to explain.  I hate it -- but
I want it.  Or, at least, I feel more comfortable with it."

        Toby nodded.  "Candace... explained that to me.  At first, I was
just angry -- I couldn't believe it!  But then the lights kind of came on --
everything made sense..."

        "How did that happen?" Beth asked.

        "Candace was part of it, I guess," Toby smiled grimly.

        "Oh," Beth replied -- but she didn't understand.  "How?"

        "She -- I don't have the terms -- submitted?" Toby replied.  "I was
really angry, and Candace suddenly fell all over herself to make me
happy..."

        Beth blinked.  "That wouldn't be the Candace I know..."

        Toby grunted.  "It isn't -- and I don't know just how much or how
often she flips over, which makes things tricky.  But for now, though, I can
dominate HER!  The things I said in your bedroom earlier weren't just talk
-- I have some control over the situation."

        Beth was wide-eyed; things had been going on all around her during
the session, and things had been said that she more or less discounted -- or
didn't pay any attention to in the first place.  Now Toby was telling her
there was a whole other layer...  "Really?"

        "Really.  How many people do you think Candace has ever deep-
throated?" Toby asked.

        Beth shrugged, grimaced.  "I dunno."

        "Zero," Toby replied.  "Lon's eyeballs about fell out!  Candace
isn't the type to do things for others unless she benefits -- usually.  But
for me, she broke the rules."  He frowned.  "The more she thinks about that,
the less she's going to like it, I think..."

        Beth tittered.  "You're probably right!"

        "Anyway, for now I'm going to let Candace do as she pleases where
you're concerned.  You understand what that means, right?" Toby asked.

        Beth lifted a washrag and wiped away some sweat that threatened to
run into her eye.  "Umm, that things probably won't get out of hand?"
Somehow, she was vaguely disappointed...

        Toby frowned, pursing his lips.  That was exactly the case -- but
something in the back of his mind told him that it wasn't what Ma needed to
hear -- so he took another tack.  "It means that, ultimately, Candace isn't
the one that owns you -- I am."

        "Oh!"  Beth blinked, shocked.  What did THAT mean?  Some
exceptionally dark possibilities rushed to the forefront of her attention
and her stomach did flip-flops.  "Uh, Sweetheart..."

        "Quiet, Ma," Toby grunted.  "Don't get silly on me -- I know right
from wrong."

        "There are... shades of grey..." Beth muttered.

        "We'll try to keep to the lighter tones," Toby chuckled darkly.
"Ma, Candace is probably going to try to drive a wedge between us so she can
get full control of you.  That means she's going to try to get you to do
things that you can't talk to me about.  If she does, it'll give her a
separate hold on you -- and eventually, full control."  His eyes went dark.
"I'm telling you now that I won't tolerate that.  You will tell me
EVERYTHING she forces you to do -- EVERYTHING!  Do you understand?"

        "Yes, Toby!"  Where had that look come from?  For a moment there, he
looked just like Roy...

        "I'm serious, Ma.  She's going to look for something she thinks that
you can't possibly bring yourself to admit having done to me -- probably
something that directly interferes with my control of you and of her.  I'm
telling you now that there is NOTHING that you can't tell me -- and if you
fail to tell me something and I find out about it, I will personally beat
you like Pa used to and you'll have to cover up for a week while the bruises
go down!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

        Beth was aghast.  "You knew about that?"

        Toby looked away.  "Yes."

        "What else do you know?"

        "Quite a bit," Toby sighed.  "Pa wasn't as secretive as he thought
he was -- or maybe he wanted me to see, after all.  I had my ways of knowing
what was going on..."  He thought about it for a moment.  "Candace may try
to use your past on you, so I think we should short-circuit that.  Tell me
about life with Pa.  Tell me the high points -- and the low points.  Don't
whitewash anything, and don't leave anything out."

        "Sweetheart, I have to go to work in a couple of hours!" Beth
argued, attempting to sidestep the issue.

        "We can cover the high points by then.  Here," Toby held out a
towel, "you're going to look like a prune.  Come on out and we can continue
this while you get ready for work."

        Here, Beth realized was an immediate difference from what she was
beginning to think of as the 'old' Toby -- he didn't hand her the towel, get
up, and leave -- or even avert his eyes!  He stood there, holding it out,
waiting expectantly.  "Toby!  I'm naked!"

        Toby nodded.  "We cleared that up before I even came in here," he
agreed.  "We also covered the fact that I've seen it all by now.  Come on
out."  He stood there for a few seconds before impatience began coloring his
expression, "NOW!"

        Suddenly, Beth was standing in the tub without remembering how she
got there!  Toby's eyes had gone all dark, like Roy's...

        Toby pushed the towel into her limp hands.  "Come on, you'll get
cold if you aren't careful."  He turned away, his point made.  "I'll meet
you in the bedroom."

        Beth dried herself rapidly, followed Toby into the bedroom, her
towel tucked around her, and settled herself onto the bed gingerly beside
him, hairbrush in her hand; there was no way she could leave it to dry on
it's own, and no way she could make Toby wait for her to use a hairdryer.
As she began to brush her hair out, Toby instructed her, "Okay, tell me the
whole thing.  Don't gloss over anything, and don't leave anything out -- If
Candace tries to hit you with your past, I want her to be ineffective.  I
know a bit more than you think, too, so don't let me catch you NOT telling
me something important..."

        "Yes, Sweetheart."  Fortunately, the hair brushing kept her from
having to look at her son...  "Where should I start?"

        "At the beginning?" Toby guessed.  "At the most embarrassing?  Pick
one."

        "Okay..." Beth started brushing furiously.  "I'm... obsessed with
sex -- always have been..."  Over the next half-hour, Toby got the high
points.  Some of it was highly erotic -- and the fact that Ma's towel-wrap
couldn't possibly survive the abuse she was giving her hair added a fine
view of her nude body to the mix.  But Toby held out; Ma was off-limits.
Thank God Candace had drained off his excess!

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        Candace seethed mildly as she drove home.  Toby had humiliated her
to death in front of Lon and Rick -- and Beth, too, for that matter, despite
the fact that he made it clear that he supported her control of his mother!
Lon she wasn't too worried about, but if Rick should get ideas, things could
get ugly -- she was NOT going to be every boy's plaything, despite whatever
hold Toby appeared to have on her!  And as to that...  Candace frowned.  It
still wasn't clear to her just how Toby did it -- he would just suddenly
change his attitude and she found herself doing whatever she was told -- and
sometimes, more than that!  The mechanism wasn't clear -- and that made
fighting it difficult.  Obviously, having witnesses present didn't change
things, either.  The whole thing made her REALLY uncomfortable...

        It irked her that her control over Beth was at his whim, too -- that
hadn't been the plan.  Even worse was the fact that Beth knew it!  Well, she
would come up with something...  For now, Beth seemed to be fine with the
threat of the nonexistent pictures -- but Candace wasn't.  There was no REAL
threat there, because there were -- apparently -- no REAL pictures; at least
she HOPED there were no real pictures, since if there were, she was
implicated as well as Beth...

        And that was ANOTHER hammerlock Toby had on her!  Even asking him
about it gave him a weapon; he could lie about it, either way, for instance,
and she would never know the truth until he surfaced one!  No, her control
of the situation was tenuous at best -- and SOMETHING must be done or it
might evaporate altogether!  But what?  Candace didn't know...

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        Lon was taking Rick home after what both of them considered to be a
very full day.  "So, Man, what do you think of Beth?"

        "Wow!" was all Rick could think of.

        Lon gusted a sigh of admiration for the female in question, "I'll
never look at chunky chicks the same..."

        "Me, neither!" Rick agreed.  "But your mom..."

        "Yeah, I know -- she was a pain in the butt, poking her nose and
that camera here and there, pissing people off...  I think I get the reasons
for it, but..."

        "It was a total pain in the ass!" Rick ranted.  "I thought I was
going to start cheering when Toby put her in her place..."

        Lon scratched his ear.  "That was weird, Man -- you have no idea.
I've seen Mama with -- I dunno -- a couple of dozen dudes, and she isn't
much for being told what to do."  He shook his head, perplexed.  "Toby just
rolled right over her...  How did she act with you?"

        Rick thought about it.  "Like normal, I guess.  She called the
shots.  I let her, because she knew what she was doing -- but I don't think
she'd have let me tell her what to do..."

        "Yeah, probably not," Lon agreed.  "I've NEVER seen Mama do deep
throat -- I didn't know she could!"

        "It sounded to me like Toby was her first," Rick opined.

        "Talk about starting with the advanced group!" Lon chuckled.
"Toby's a fucking surprise, Man.  He's got that dick, and he has SOME damned
thing that lets him roll over women, when he puts his mind to it..."

        "Yeah, weird."  Rick was feeling somewhat inferior over the whole
cock size thing -- who would have thought that he would be the smallest of
the three of them?

        Lon's next question threw him off-guard, "So, Man -- how IS Mama,
compared to Beth?"

        "Uuuhhh..." Rick thought about it.  "She looks good -- but you know
that.  She's a helluva fuck.  She gets big orgasms -- which is nice -- and
they're fairly easy to get her to...  She gives pretty good head -- but Beth
is better."

        Lon chuckled.  "Maybe not, now that Toby has broken in her throat!"

        "Yeah." Rick shrugged.  The two women were very different in
approach; Rick hadn't really felt like Candace was controlling him -- merely
guiding him to their mutual satisfaction, which had been top-drawer, and
left him feeling as if he had accomplished something.  But Beth had happily
collected her little cums while urging him to take his, anyway he wanted it.
Which was better?  Tough to say...

        "So who is better?" Lon prompted.

        "I really can't tell, Man -- they're apples and oranges.  You'll
just have to...  Okay, forget I said that."  Rick covered his mistake.

        "Yeah," Lon grunted.  "Mama's off-limits."  He frowned a bit.
"Which brings me to our other problem --I'm the only one who hasn't gotten
both of his targets."

        Rick nodded.  He'd had Candace, and he'd had Beth.  Toby had done
Jean and Candace.  Only Lon had come up short.  He felt bad about it, but...
"Dude, I'm sorry, but I don't control Mom -- nobody does, except maybe Toby.
She's sure that we'll all get arrested or something; I can't see her feeling
obligated to, well..."

        Lon grunted.  "Yeah, they don't think like that, do they?"

        Rick shook his head.  "Nope.  You could point out that it's not fair
to a guy, and maybe get somewhere -- but women seem to approach every
relationship as if they were, uh, unrelated, if you know what I mean..."

        Lon grunted a laugh at Rick's phrasing, then sighed.  "The chances
aren't good, then?"

        "If she's cut Toby off?" Rick replied.  "Slim, Dude.  You need a
lever, and you don't have any."

        'No, that isn't true,' Lon thought.  'I know she fucked Toby -- that
might be enough...'  He didn't express this thought to Rick, though -- who
knew which side he would come down on?  'Mama will know how to handle it,'
Lon decided.  He wheeled into the Flanders' driveway, shut off the Saturn,
and followed his friend inside.  'The good news,' he thought, 'is that the
whole thing isn't urgent...'  Beth had sucked him dry...

        One look at the boys and Jean was furious!  "What have you two been
up to?" she demanded.  They REEKED of sex, from the self-satisfied
expression on Lon's face to the smell that wafted across the kitchen to her
nostrils.  "What -- who -- have you been doing?  Didn't either of you hear a
word I've been saying?"

        Rick flicked a glance at Lon, but it was his place to answer, "Mom,
NOBODY is paying ANY attention to your worries!  NOBODY!  Candace isn't, and
she apparently convinced Toby -- and Beth CERTAINLY isn't!  She can't now,
anyway -- Candace took pictures of her with Lon and I, and has this
blackmail thing running..."

        "Is this true?" Jean demanded hotly of Lon, who shrugged and nodded.
"Wait a minute -- BOTH of you?" Jean added, having fully processed Rick's
comment only after reacting to the gist of it.  Lon shrugged again.

        "My God!"  Jean collapsed onto a kitchen chair.  "Pictures!"  She
shook her head, then turned pleading eyes on the boys, "Don't you realize
that it has started already?  Pictures are the LAST thing we want!  They're
DANGEROUS!  Anyone who sees them will know..."

        Lon stood next to Rick, wearing a similar poker face -- but he was
processing Jean's reactions, and, yeah, if he approached it properly, she'd
get all excited over a blackmail attempt and give it up.  Look how she was
freaking right now!  'I'll have to time this right...' he thought.  It was
better done sooner, rather than later.  Now?  He glanced at Rick.  Could he
count on Rick for help, or would he cover his mama?  It might be a question
of just who was under attack...

        Meanwhile, Jean, agitated, picked up the phone...

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        Candace was in no mood for the call, which opened with, "Pictures?
Are you CRAZY?"

        "Is this gonna be one of your lectures, Hon?  Because if it is, I'm
hanging up!" Candace snarled.

        "Candace, pictures are EVIDENCE!  One picture gets out there and
we'll all be wearing nice orange jumpsuits!"

        "Relax, Hon!  There wasn't any film in the camera!  It was all done
to keep Beth from going totally hog wild..."  'At least I HOPE there was no
film or memory, or whatever...'

        "Beth?" Jean blinked.

        "Beth," Candace affirmed.  "Our Beth is a USDA Grade A Number One
party slut -- and she's trying to catch up for a couple of years worth of
doing without!"  She forced a chuckle.  "Aside from that, I discovered that
she likes to be bossed around -- big surprise -- so I set things up so that
I could control things a bit.  So you can stop worrying about pictures --
but DON'T tell Beth, and DON'T tell the boys!  They're all totally
convinced, and they need to stay that way!"  Candace thought about it and
decided she should let the other shoe drop, "Except for Toby -- Toby knows
ALL about it.  In fact, I think you ought to talk to him about it..."

        "Toby?" Jean confirmed, surprised.

        "Yes, Hon.  Our little Toby was in it up to his ears -- for good
reason, I might add!  He turned up another surprise today -- the boy is just
one surprise after another!"  Candace grinned into the phone; if Jean
dragged Toby over to her house to get the gory details, there was a good
chance he'd go wolf on her and get in her pants again -- which would cool
her jets, somewhat...

        "This is nuts, Candace!  We just CAN'T be doing this!" Jean pressed.

        "You're the only one who seems to think so, Hon," Candace replied
calmly.  "Everybody else sees it as an elegant solution to us all getting
good, regular sex."  Temper got the better of Candace, then, "You sound like
some kind of fundamentalist moral wacko or something, sitting on the
sidelines and suffering your martyrdom and condemning other people for what
you WISH you had the guts to do -- what you've already done, in fact!  Wake
up!  The only person hurting here is YOU -- and you're doing it to
YOURSELF!"  She slammed the phone down.

        Jean sighed wearily.  Looking up, she shook her head at Lon.  "Your
mother is incorrigible.  You're going to end up visiting her in jail, mark
my words!  In the meantime, I'm going to try to exercise what control over
the situation I can."  She gathered herself.  "Go home, Lon.  Come back
tomorrow, if you want to see Rick..."  She turned to her son, "Because YOU
are grounded!  If I can't control your sex life off the property, you won't
GO off the property!  You'll be spending more time at home from now on!"

        "Mom!  Christ, I'm seventeen!" Rick burst out.

        "Right!  You're not eighteen, so I control this -- and I'm TAKING
control of it, for your own good!" Jean ranted.  "Go get ready for dinner --
we'll talk more about this after..."

        The two males shared a glance.  "I'll cruise by tomorrow, Man," Lon
said, and backed out.  It was no time to argue -- Lon immediately realized
that Jean had fucked up; NOW he could count on Rick to connive with him to
overthrow her control of things -- all he had to do was let Rick stew a bit.
Besides, he didn't have that camera...

        "This is some shit..." Rick grumbled as he escorted Lon to the door.

        "Yeah," Lon agreed.  "We'll think of something, Man, never fear.
Later."  He hit the door, grinning to himself.

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        Jean stewed and fussed and worried but left Rick alone until dinner,
which she then proceeded to ruin by argument, "What on Earth were you
thinking?"

        Rick put down his fork, gathered his patience, and said, "I was
thinking that Candace said that you're a worry-wart and that Beth wanted me
there.  Since I already know that you ARE a worry-wart, it really wasn't
surprising..."

        Jean's glare could have melted an ice cube.  "Are there pictures of
you?"

        "Yes."

        "With who?"

        "Beth.  And Lon."

        "Are there any pictures of Candace?"

        "Yes.  With Toby.  I took them," Rick replied.

        "Did they turn out?" Jean asked carefully.

        "I certainly hope so, but I didn't check.  Candace was doing this
blackmail thing to Beth -- I wanted to make sure she got hers, too!  That's
what Toby was up to..."  Rick had picked up Jean's wince at the mention of
Toby.  "He was running this dominance thing on Candace; she wasn't happy
about it, but he had control.  The way she was acting around Beth, I was
glad he did."

        "Okay."  So Rick thought the camera was working -- but Candace said
it wasn't.  Who was right?  How could she salvage this?  "I'm unhappy that
you did what you did -- ultimately, it's dangerous," Jean said carefully.
"But I'm even MORE concerned about these pictures!  They are evidence!  One
leak and our worst nightmares come true!  If you have sex with Beth and
Candace, it's your word against theirs, more or less, as to what happened --
and they HAVE to deny it!  But if somebody gets a picture...  Who has them,
do you think?"

        "Dunno," Rick frowned.  "Candace?  Maybe Toby.  I HOPE it's Toby..."

        "I do, too, Dear..." Jean worried.  She looked at the clock; by now,
Beth was undoubtedly at work...  "I think I should talk to Toby."

        "Yeah, maybe." Rick's expression was guarded.  HE wanted to talk to
Toby FIRST -- and convince him that Mom needed some more monster dick -- for
her own good, of course...

        "Do you have his number?"

        "Yeah."  'Shit!' Rick grumbled to himself; now he wouldn't get a
word in first...

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        Toby knew Rick's home number by sight when it came up on caller ID.
"Hello."  It would be Rick -- or, more likely, Jean...

        "Toby?"

        Jean.  He wasn't quite ready for Jean.  "Hi."

        "Dear, we need to talk about today," Jean said carefully.

        "What do you know about it?" Toby asked.

        Jean sighed.  "I guess I'm the only one that didn't participate."

        Toby grimaced into the phone.  "Yeah."  What effect would the
knowledge that he'd been with Candace have on their relationship?

        "I'm hearing about pictures, and you and Candace..."

        Toby scrambled to cover his ass, "That's not all as it seems."

        Jean paused.  Yes, she was jealous -- which she shouldn't be; it
wasn't as if they had a romantic relationship.  But it WAS a tool, and Toby
DID appear vulnerable to it...  "I'm hearing that from Rick, too -- but no
details.  Besides, wouldn't you say that, anyway?" she asked, just the
slightest bit waspishly.

        "Well, maybe -- but that doesn't keep it from being true." Toby
replied.

        "Maybe," Jean murmured, then sighed.  "I thought you had better
sense..."

        "There were... extenuating circumstances." Toby replied.

        "I'm sure there were," The tone of Jean's comeback indicated that
she was certain that they were generally related to Candace's willingness to
have sex with him.

        "Umm, more than the obvious -- really!" Toby sputtered.  "I agree --
I think we SHOULD talk!  For one thing, I need a second opinion..."

        "You haven't paid much attention thus far..." Jean again flipped the
jealousy card, turning up the disrespect one in addition.

        "You really, REALLY need to get the whole picture!" Toby argued.
"Why don't I come over tomorrow, after Ma gets home?  There's a LOT you
don't know..."

        "All right," Jean groused.  "What time?  I don't want to cut into
your beauty sleep -- and I don't necessarily want you cutting into mine!"
'Why am I so bitchy?' she wondered fleetingly.  Maybe it was the whole idea
that she'd tasted the good life again -- and then Candace had horned in.
Even given the fact that Jean had denied herself, having Candace take
advantage of the situation and go after Toby rankled...  Actually, it went
deeper than that; Jean's body was giving her Hell for providing it with
unprecedented amounts of pleasure, then shutting the whole thing off.

        "Nine-thirty?" Toby offered.

        "Fine.  I'll make coffee."  There was nothing left to say, so the
conversation ended at that point.

        But fifteen minutes later, Toby's phone rang again -- same number.
Reluctantly, he picked up.

        "Dude!" Rick's voice sounded in the earpiece.

        "Hey." Toby acknowledged his friend.  "Bad over there?"

        "Yeah.  Mom's all wound up.  We're all going to jail, and dragging
her with us.  Nobody has any sense -- she shit a brick over the pictures!
Who has them, anyway?"

        "I do," Toby grinned tightly.  "Candace isn't even sure there are
any -- I did this sleight of hand thing with the memory card and told her
the camera was empty."

        Rick grunted.  "Camera won't do a damned thing without a memory card
in it..."

        "YOU know that and I know that -- but Candace doesn't, and I bet Lon
doesn't either!" Toby replied.  "I won't bullshit you because you know
better -- but Lon's too close to his Mom, and I want her off-balance, so..."

        "So I should not let on to Lon, huh?" Rick chuckled.  "How does this
keep Candace off-balance?"

        "I'm sure she suspects that there really ARE pictures -- but she's
not sure, and if she even asks, it tips her hand.  I wanted to make sure
that she didn't get Ma in too deep -- although, with Ma, I'm not sure there
IS a 'too deep'."  Toby sighed.

        "So your Mom likes dick," Rick replied.  "That's bad?"

        "It could be," Toby mused.  "She likes a LOT of dick!  I'm worried
that now that things are wide open, the three of you won't be able to keep
her busy enough!"

        "Huh!" Rick snorted.  "Well, I'm happy to try -- and Lon is, too,
obviously.  Bragging about it is probably uncool, but she's... incredible!"

        "Better than Candace?"

        "Totally different attitude, Man.  Fucking Candace is about Candace
-- which is okay, but you know how she gets.  Fucking your mom is about
fucking -- or maybe about whoever is doing it -- but it isn't REALLY about
Beth; you get the feeling she's grateful for every stroke.  And she gives
head like..."  Rick caught himself.  "Sorry, Man."

"Hey, you were being nice," Toby waved it off.  "I can get past that 'Me
first!' thing Candace has -- but it doesn't go as far as how Ma gets.
Candace can be a pretty good fuck..."

"...But you liked Mom better..." Rick hazarded.

"Yeah."

"Well, I think you ought to work on riding Mom again, anyway," Rick related.
"She's made this decision to lay off -- but she's NOT happy about it --
especially since nobody else has followed her out and Candace has inherited
YOU!"

"So you think I should press?" Toby asked, of two minds on the subject.

"Yeah," Rick agreed.  "I'm being selfish, but...  She grounded me to keep me
from seeing Beth or Candace."

"Shit.  Figures."

"Yeah.  The pictures, in particular, have her running scared," Rick
amplified.  "She's sure they'll surface somewhere and get everybody
arrested."

"She's not in any..."

"No, but I am -- and if it happens, SOMEBODY will talk and ring her in --
you know that!"

"Well, they're hidden," Toby said.  "I've encrypted the files, too.  And as
of right now, you're the only one besides me that is SURE they exist!  We'll
leave it that way -- but I need a handle on Candace, and this is it!"

"It looked to me like you had Candace pretty much under control," Rick
hazarded.

"Yeah, but...  Candace isn't like Ma; normally, she's the other side of the
coin.  How long -- or even how -- I can control her is anybody's guess."
Toby replied.  "I need something besides the ability to tell her what to do,
based upon -- what? -- pure force of will? -- to keep her in line..."

"Yeah, but Mom's right -- if those things surface..." Rick grunted.  "Too
bad, too!  I'd like to see 'em..."

Toby laughed.  "Yeah, that's a problem!  Everybody wants a set as a keepsake
-- and that will DEFINITELY put them on the street!  Maybe I can crop a set
so nobody can tell who you're fucking, but everybody can see that funny look
you get on your face when you cum..."

Rick snorted.  "No blowjob pics then, I guess."

"Guess not.  See you in the morning, Man." Toby chuckled.

"Later."

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