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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 16 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 oral voy

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 16

        Dr. Robert Rankin waved tiredly as Nurse Tolliver sashayed out
through the ER doors.  They'd both pulled a double, but only he seemed to
look like it; the normally sad and wistful-looking nurse had bounced her way
through sixteen hours of continuous work all smiles, adding an
uncharacteristic layer of pleasure to her usual efficiency.  She even
managed somehow to look saucy in her scrubs...  Robert wasn't into chunky
girls, but something in the way she was making that ass of hers dance
suddenly had his attention...

        Louise Carter, the floor nurse, followed his gaze.  "She's got a
man, finally, it looks like..."

        Robert quelled a flash of disappointment.  "How can you tell?"

        "She's got that freshly fucked look..."  Louise's eyes lingered on
the doctor's, waiting to see if he would take offense.  Louise was black,
generally narrow but a little thick in places -- and generally no-nonsense.
"It seems like you never know about some of them until they turn up with
that look; I imagine you guys spend a lot of time kicking yourselves when
you realize you had your shot and you blew it..."  She eyed him for another
moment, and when it became apparent that he wasn't prepared to say anything,
turned and swayed off, leaving Robert open-mouthed for the second time in
thirty seconds.

        'Christ!' Robert thought.  'Are all of the nurses suddenly in season
or something?  I'm going to have to pay more attention...'  Louise was
undoubtedly correct about Tolliver -- and if he watched things closely, he
might be able to catch her on the rebound.  Nurses were a whole lot better
catch than the kind of gold-digger he found in bars who started sniffing and
howling when they heard the word 'doctor,' but who generally didn't
understand that a resident worked like a dog and was on call virtually
constantly.  They'd fall into bed with you the first couple of times, no
problem, their eyes reflecting dollar signs -- but over time, having to put
up with your odd hours and constant fatigue drove them off.  Nurses
understood and didn't complain when you wanted war-zone life-affirming sex
and then six hours of sleep; they wanted that, too...  As for Louise -- was
she teasing him, or was she also available for a roll in the hay?  He
thought she was married, but that hadn't stopped a few nurses he'd met --
and he'd never had a black woman...

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        Having done a double, Beth returned home at seven-thirty, and was in
bed before eight; while she would have the day off, she would be on from
three to eleven on Sunday.  That being the case, it was easy for Toby to get
the family car for a trip to the Flanders'.

        Jean's Friday night had been less than pleasant; nothing makes you
want sex like having had it recently, and her decision to avoid the
situation had already cost her, given the rate at which the others were
having their thirsts slaked.  She was angry with Candace, both for her
refusal to do what was right and for her machinations -- and although she
couldn't admit it, the fact that Candace had apparently seduced Toby ran as
an unacknowledged undercurrent to her resentment.  Jean had tossed and
turned, dreaming weird dreams in which Toby came to see her in prison for
incredible conjugal visits -- a fine combination of lust and horror.  She
awoke on the ragged edge, not refreshed by sleep; she threw a heavy robe
over her short nightie, brushed her hair and teeth, and staggered out to the
kitchen for coffee.  When it was done, she sat at the table, hugging her
oversized mug, and tried to get her head together.

        Rick had been up since eight-thirty, but he didn't want to be around
when Toby got there.  He snatched a cup and headed outdoors.

        Lon arrived while Toby was still outside in the driveway.  "Hey,
Man!' he called out to his friend.

        "Hey," Toby replied.

        "Here to see Rick?  He's grounded, you know."

        "Yeah, I know.  I'll probably come out and join you guys after, but
first I have to talk to Jean," Toby sighed.

        "You need to do more than that, Man," Lon pointed out.  "You need to
get her back on track!"

        "What's THAT supposed to mean?" Toby demanded.

        "Hey, easy!" Lon placated.  "I mean you need to get her off the
'We're all gonna be jailbirds!' kick and get her to relax.  Rick says she's
bouncing off the walls; I figure she's missing that salami of yours..." He
grinned.

        "Maybe," Toby grunted.  "Trouble is, she's right!  This shit IS
dangerous!"

        "Okay -- but it isn't going to end, and we DON'T need her triggering
the crash 'for our own good.' if you know what I mean..." Lon arched an
eyebrow.  "The martyrdom thing is worse than what WE'RE doing!"

        Toby nodded.  "I'll try to avoid that."

        "Cool."  Lon turned back to the car for his gym bag; it looked like
he was gonna need it...

        He'd caught up again by the time Jean answered the door.  "Hi, Jean
-- is Rick here?"

        "Yes, Lon."  Jean studied him a moment, then added, "He's out back."

        "Cool."  Lon stepped around her and broke for the back of the house
without any further attempts at conversation; Toby was here -- HE could
handle the third degree...

        "Wow!  Are you okay?" Toby asked Jean.  She looked rough...

        "I couldn't sleep a wink!" Jean replied.  "And what little I DID
sleep was full of such dreams..."  She turned and headed back toward the
kitchen, murmuring over her shoulder, "This whole pictures thing..."

        "... Will be all right," Toby finished.

        "Really?" Jean was skeptical as she drew Toby a cup of coffee and
put it down before him at the table before re-seating herself.  "I don't see
how..."

        "They're secure," Toby assured her.

        "But why take them in the first place?" Jean asked.

        "It was necessary.  Let me explain..."

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        Outside, Lon dropped his gym bag on the lounger next to the one
where Rick was adding to his tan and started digging in it.  "Hi, yourself!"
Rick prodded.

        "Sorry, Man," Lon apologized, then stopped what he was doing,
looking up at his friend.  "I want to make sure everything is in place to
fix your problem."

        "Yeah?  Like what?" Rick demanded.

        "Look, Man -- we need to bust your mama loose.  Right now, she's
busy freaking about pictures -- and she isn't even in any!  Our best shot to
cool her down is in there working on her -- but even if he gets her to cool
out, it'll probably wear off.  We're gonna need something more long-term..."

        "Like?"  Rick suspected that he wasn't going to like this...

        Lon fished a camera out of the bag.  "Like pics, Man."

        "Shit," Rick grunted, disgusted.  "That won't fix things!"

        "Look, Man -- NOTHING will FIX things, as far as your mama's
concerned -- but we can keep her from fighting everything and make her play
ball if we've got some leverage on her.  Eventually, she'll settle down --
and in the meantime, we'll be getting you out from under her thumb!"

        "I don't like it," Rick argued -- but he wasn't pushing.  "Is Toby
in on this?"

        "Nope," Lon replied.  "I didn't want to mess with his head.  We'll
just let nature take its course and let Superdick roll over your mama -- and
get a couple of quick pics of the result.  Then when she starts giving
everybody crap..."

        Rick eyed Lon, thinking; he could see the upside of Lon's plan --
and the downside.  The upside was that Mom would get off his back -- and
maybe settle down a bit, once she got used to things.  The downside?  Lon.
Toby knew technology and he knew enough to keep things safe and secure -- or
at least hidden.  Lon didn't; he wouldn't give any thought to it and even if
he did, he didn't have the tools.  That increased the dangers significantly
-- and if Lon's mother got HER hands on them...  He addressed the downside
directly, "What are you going to do with the pictures?"

        Lon shrugged.  "Show 'em to Jean, obviously."

        "And after that?"

        "Hide 'em somewhere, I guess."

        "Dude, THAT's what's dangerous about pictures!" Rick pressed.  "They
need to go away, just as soon as they're used!"

        Lon blinked.  "We've got a ton of pictures!"

        Rick eyed his friend.  "Do we?  Do you?  Do you know who DOES have
them?"

        Lon scratched his head.  "Mama?"

        Rick shook his head.  "Toby -- I think.  That's good, because Toby
knows how to encrypt them and such to keep nosy people from finding them.
You don't know that stuff, Man -- and it's MY mom whose neck will be in the
noose if your pics get out!"

        "Maybe we can just wipe them, after..." Lon mused.

        "THAT might be smart!" Rick agreed.  "Prove we have 'em, then blow
'em away after Mom knuckles under..."

        "Yeah..."  Lon wasn't that thrilled, but he had to cover Rick, too.
Besides, the threat would still be enough to push Jean into giving up some
pussy to him, one way or another.  Maybe he would find a way to keep them --
but if he didn't it was no loss, as long as Mama didn't find out...  Lon
knew instinctively that his mother would want that hold on Jean if she could
get it -- and just as instinctively, he figured that it was a bad idea.
Beth was sorta different; it was almost like she wanted it that way -- but
Jean just wouldn't put up with Mama riding her, and the situation would get
unstable VERY QUICKLY!  "If we do it that way, Man, we can't mention it to
Mama.  She'll shit a brick if she finds out we tossed something like that."

        "Yeah," Rick agreed.  "If it comes up, we'll tell Candace we faked
it."

        "Cool."  Lon nodded.  "Let's go check on them.  Are we gonna try to
do this in secret?"

        "Probably."

        "Can you turn off the flash, then?"  Lon handed Rick the camera.
Rick rolled his eyes; this was EXACTLY why he worried...

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        Inside, Toby and Jean had gotten down to business.  "So what
happened?" Jean asked.

        Toby shrugged.  "It all started when we went over to Lon's after the
Mall.  Candace was there and gave us a fine lecture about how you had some
valid points, but you were taking things too far.  She gave us some rules to
live by to keep everyone out of trouble.  Of course, she delivered this talk
from the bathtub..."

        "Great..." Jean sighed, rolling her eyes.

        "Yeah," Toby agreed.  "By the time it was over, everybody was fired
up.  She sent Lon and Rick off to my house to see Ma, but she held me with
this tale that she had some information that I needed to know..."

        Jean rolled her eyes.  "What was that?  Her cup size?" she asked
wearily.

        "That was definitely part of it, but it turned out she really DID
have something more important on her mind than seduction," Toby related.
"It turned out that Ma had acted kind of strange with Lon, and Candace, who
has done some off-the-wall stuff, recognized something."  He sighed.  "She
was right to come to me about it -- but I almost took her head off!"

        Jean's interest was thoroughly piqued.  "Really?  What was it?"

        Toby started smearing the ring that his coffee cup left on the table
top.  "She started asking me questions -- penetrating questions -- about
Ma's relationship with Pa.  I saw things...  It was a sore point with me, so
I got really angry when Candace started picking at the scabs -- and when she
suggested that Ma might have asked for it, I almost slapped her!"

        "Tell me."  Jean's own concerns were set aside; this appeared to be
more important.  Her hand came out to take his.

        It was difficult.  "Pa... did things to Ma.  Regularly.  He was
seldom nice to her and called her all variety of names -- fool and idiot and
a hundred nastier things -- but behind closed doors, he was violent with
her.  Brutal.  And a lot of it was sexual.  He would beat her and he would
fuck her -- or she would suck him -- whatever; you get the idea.  I saw it,
many times, and I think Pa knew, but we didn't talk about it; Pa was gone
before I was REALLY old enough to understand, never mind do anything about
it..."

        "Oh, you poor thing!"  Jean was horrified!  She got up and came
around the table, pressing him against her, then going behind him to rub his
back.  These were undoubtedly terrible sights for a young child...

        "There were... excesses, too..." Toby ground on.  "Pa would bring in
other men -- and other women.  Ma would have to..."

        "My God!" Jean gasped.  "Others, too?"  She squatted before him,
holding his head.

        "Yes," Toby agreed.  "I hated it, and I hated Pa for doing it.  Like
I said, it was a sore spot, buried.  But Candace drew it right out, like she
had seen it all or something -- asking me did Pa treat Ma badly?  Was he
violent with her?  Did he abuse her sexually?  Then she opened up with the
idea that Ma might have gone along with it because she liked it!  There was
a moment there when I...  I don't think I've ever been so mad!  But she
explained things, and somewhere in the middle, something clicked, and I knew
Candace was right!"

        "Poor Baby!"  Jean hugged him.  "I'm sure that's not true..."

        "No, it's true," Toby sighed.  "I saw that it was, when I thought
about it.  And I figured that Ma must be sick in some way -- but Candace
says that she's just different from a lot of people.  Candace says she's
been limping along since Pa left, sort of substituting me for some of her
needs and doing without other things because she has such a low opinion of
herself that she can't get up the guts to do what is necessary."

        "No, no, Dear -- that's not true!"  What kind of crap was Candace
spewing?

        But Toby took her head in his hands and locked eyes with her,
replying, "It IS true!  I've spoken to Ma about it, and it is clear!"

        "Wh-what could she be using you for, then?" Jean asked.

        "She needs someone to obey -- or at the very least, to do things for
and give things to," Toby replied.  "I was perfect for that."  He smiled
grimly.  "Now, I'm even better at it -- you see, I've discovered that in
some ways, I'm my father's son!"

        "Oh, no!  No!"  'God, he's totally screwed up!' Jean gasped to
herself, pulling him to her.

        "It's not that bad," Toby murmured, rubbing her back, then began
kissing her neck.  "I just discovered that I'm capable of... dominating
others..."

        "What?"  Jean's whole neck was electrified; shivers were running up
and down her spine.

        "Candace... submitted to me," Toby replied softly, again kissing
Jean's neck.  "She didn't intend to, but sometime during our discussions,
she did so.  I think I scared her -- but there was more to it than that.  It
was more or less instinctive."  Toby drew Jean in closer.  "Apparently, I
have Pa's talent for domination..."

        "I'm sure that's... not true," Jean gasped.  Suddenly, she was hot
and she was wet, and the things Toby was describing that he had done to
Candace made her less of a threat and more of a sister.

        "Well, she wanted something from me -- but she was in no position to
force my hand," Toby murmured.  "You see, she wanted to take control of Ma
-- for her own good, of course..."

        "Of course!" Jean rolled her eyes.  The comment and her answer
should have burst the romantic bubble that surrounded them, but it didn't.
She couldn't escape -- and didn't want to!  Somehow, Toby's hands got inside
her robe -- and she lacked the will to stop him!  Instead, she squatted
before his chair while his hands roamed her body under the robe and listened
to his soft voice in her ear.

        "Well," he replied, "I allowed it -- but only if I maintained
ultimate control over the situation.  That appears to be possible; Candace
hasn't wrestled it back yet.  When we did have sex, it was on MY terms, not
hers -- and she has been doing as I ask, ever since..."

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        "Lookin' good, Man!" Lon chuckled, watching the couple through the
kitchen window.  "I think he's got her on the run!"

        Rick, watching over Lon's shoulder, agreed.  "I wonder how he does
it?"

        "Dunno," Lon grunted.  "But the dude we've been hangin' out with for
the last couple of days isn't the Toby we're used to."  He whipped up the
camera and took a shot through the window.  "This is good -- nobody can hear
the shutter click."

        "Well, I bet you won't get any money shots from here!" Rick
murmured.  "Mom doesn't have sex in the kitchen."

        "Hey, you never know..." Lon replied.

        "Want to make a bet?" Rick challenged.

        "Sure," Lon grinned.  "Five bucks says they don't do it in the
bedroom."

        "You're on!" Rick grinned.  "In the meantime, we'd better figure out
how we're gonna get pics when they go upstairs..."

        "Shit!  Got a ladder?" Lon queried.

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        Jean's head was fuzzy; tracking the conversation in the face of
Toby's caresses was becoming difficult -- and squatting before him wasn't
that comfortable, either!  "I'm sure Candace is only doing what you ask
because it's what she wants to do..."

        Toby considered this.  "Maybe, but if she is, she is going to some
lengths.  That's why I need you with me -- I need a second opinion...  Let's
go in the den -- you're uncomfortable and we still need to talk."  He rose
from the chair, bringing Jean up with him, then led her off toward the den
-- and its big leather couch.

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        "They're moving! Lon erupted.

        "Which way?" Rick asked.

        "Ummm, they don't seem to be headed for the stairs..."

        "The den, then," Rick advised.  "There is a front window, but the
curtains could be closed -- and it's a little exposed for us..."

        "C'mon!" Lon led the pair to the side gate.

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        Meanwhile, Toby settled Jean on the couch.  He didn't go after the
robe; he merely penetrated it as if it were Swiss cheese, pulling her to
him, legs across his lap, and pushing a hand inside to continue his
caresses.

        Jean got back some control on the trip in, but she wasn't up to
fighting with both Toby and her sensuous side; besides, Toby wasn't being
pushy. -- in fact, part of her wanted him to move on...  "Dear, what makes
you think it is more than Candace just doing what it takes to please you in
order to get her way?"

        Toby lipped Jean's neck for a moment, then said, "In the first
place, it's not Candace's way to bow to anybody, for any reason.  In the
second, well, I pressed her some, and she put up with it -- even doing new
things..."

        "Like what?" Jean asked.  Salacious details might cause the
situation to deteriorate further, but she HAD to know...

        "Like the fact that I controlled things when we had sex -- I
actually denied her an orgasm on two or three occasions!  And I got her to
deep-throat me -- which is apparently something totally new..." Toby
replied, then went back to attacking Jean's neck.

        "Really?"  Jean was amazed -- That didn't sound ANYTHING like the
Candace she knew!  "Wow!  Either she wants to control Beth REALLY BAD,
or..."  Or what?  Or Toby could control Candace like a puppet on a string?
"If she's going to bend over backwards for you..."

        Toby saw where Jean's thought process was going.  "I can use her, of
course -- but that doesn't fulfill my needs.  Candace, well, isn't my type.
I can use her for sex, but..."

        "Dear," Jean sighed, "that's all you should do with EITHER of us!"
But her heart raced...

        "Maybe," Toby agreed, "but I have other needs, too.  I don't need a
mistress, and I don't need a slave -- I need a partner -- someone I can
trust..."

        This was just what Jean wanted to hear; to date, all of her sexual
activity had been within the framework of a relationship.  Even her sex with
Toby two days before hadn't been 'stranger sex', and had been approached
romantically.  Jean knew that her reaction was irrational, but that didn't
keep it from happening; a warm rush enveloped her.  "I'll be here for you,"
she promised fervently.

        At that point, things drifted away from conversation; Toby's hug of
gratitude brought Jean in close and she just didn't leave!  She knew it was
wrong, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she had lived in denial too
long and she remembered all too well the value of what Toby was offering...
His lips electrified her neck and her body yearned for his touch; it was too
much for the rational side of her to resist!   "Oooohhhh..." she moaned and
leaned in to return his touch, satisfying her hands with the feel of his
lean flanks under his T-shirt.

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        "Can you see?" Rick asked.

        "Yeah," Lon replied, distracted.  The opening in the drapes was big
enough not to interfere with the camera lens and the sun was obliging him by
ducking behind some somewhat ominous clouds -- a summer shower was in the
making -- and the huge, untrimmed rhododendron in front of the window
shielded himself and Rick from casual observation.  Now it was time to see
if Toby could turn the trick -- right there in the den, preferably!  He got
a shot of Toby and Jean, clinched, their hands wandering under each other's
clothing -- not absolutely damning, but suggestive -- and dropped back to
show Rick.  "Think the light is good enough?"

        Rick took the camera and brought the picture up on the LED screen
for viewing.  "Yeah.  Not exactly studio quality, but enough to scare Mom --
especially if they get going..."  He handed the camera back to Lon, who
repositioned himself just in time to catch Jean and Toby's first kiss.

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        If they had been working on serious rules of engagement for their
activity, kissing would have been out -- it's too romantic for fuck-buddies
and hookers.  But Jean and Toby -- especially Jean -- had emotional needs,
and the planned roles had flown out the window moments before.  The kiss,
more or less blundered into as the pair shifted targets, started chaste but
rapidly evolved into a full-fledged tongue-duel that neither of them cared
to break off.  That meant that Toby had to learn to breathe while kissing;
his lack of practice at it forced the first disengagement as he totally ran
out of air...  "Wow!" he gasped, sucking in a lungful of air.

        "Oh, Toby!"  Jean wanted to leap on him and tear his clothes off and
merge with him -- a concept in her mind not totally sexual, but definitely
including that component -- but she held herself back -- not for the prudent
reason, but because her limited experience told her that throwing herself at
her partner both scared him and tended to make him undervalue her.  Jean's
rational side had been overridden; she was fully involved in an increasingly
romantic interlude and was no longer evaluating the situation for positive
and negative aspects.  No, she was with a man worthy to be her partner, by
all of her primary criteria, and she had gone without for too long to look
such a gift horse in the mouth.  Her body had needs, and her heart had needs
-- and if her nagging rational mind had issues, they could wait; her heart
and her body had waited too long.  Emotion rolled over her like a tsunami,
and the dark worries in the back of her mind were inundated.  She hesitated,
but only in order not to drive this wonderful man away!

        As for Toby, he understood the fuck-buddy concept, but there was too
much going on in his life; he needed an anchor.  Jean was passionate while
being capable of rational objectivity -- and both sides of her were of value
to him -- so he hesitated only momentarily as he gazed into her somewhat
starry eyes before moving in to attempt another kiss.

        Jean may have hesitated to initiate, but she rushed to accommodate;
the robe went off her shoulders and down her arms before she clasped herself
to him again.  Toby took the acquiescence at face value and let his hands
roam free, using the small amount of attention he had left after
concentrating on the kiss.  He'd defeated her short nightie while it was
still under the robe, so repeating that incursion required no thought; on
the other hand, they were too close in to one another for him to get to her
breasts -- so he settled for her ass.

        Again, as before, Toby made the right move without knowing it; Jean
moaned into his mouth and rolled her hip up to grant him unimpeded access to
her left ass cheek and, by extension, her vagina.  Toby cupped and squeezed;
the response made it seem like he was inflating her arousal as Jean became
more and more agitated with every contact!

        "Oh, God!"  Jean broke the kiss, chest heaving, and started hauling
at Toby's T-shirt -- working beneath it was too inconvenient!  The switch
was fully thrown; Jean wanted sex -- NOW!

        Toby was in no mood to argue; besides, if he got her past this
hurdle, maybe she would settle down and deal with the situation.  He raised
his hands over his head to facilitate the removal of his T-shirt, then
hauled the hem of Jean's nightie over her head.  Jean blinked, paused just a
moment, then pressed herself back in for another kiss.  Toby accepted her
lips while replacing his right hand on her ass, then sliding it back down
her thigh until he'd passed the leg-band of the frilly bottoms that went
with the nightie -- then he defeated it, sliding his hand inside and
underneath to clutch her bare ass-cheek, the tips of his fingers along the
crack, her perineum, and ultimately along her fringed nether lips.  Again,
Jean rolled her hip up to facilitate this move readily, moaning into his
mouth as he squeezed the little round globe and wriggled his little finger
in the damp opening at the base of her slit while the tip of his middle
finger nudged the rosette of her anus.

        The hand work had a negative effect on Toby's kissing, but Jean was
in no shape to worry about it, being as distracted by his hand as he was by
using it.  She couldn't remember ever having been handled in just that way;
a chunk of her mind not otherwise engage wondered where Toby learned such
things -- but she arched her back and did everything she could to ensure
that Toby had all the access he wanted...

        She'd have been surprised, anyway; Toby was playing things totally
by ear!  But her reactions told him a lot; everything seemed to be going in
the right direction, so he could proceed with confidence -- or at least the
appearance of confidence.  There was something about playing with Jean's ass
that seemed to set her off -- and the more intimate he got about it, the
wilder she got!  He had his middle finger right on her little bud and she
wasn't EVEN trying to get away!  His little finger was wet from juices
oozing from her slit; he figured if he pressed a bit with it, it would slide
right into her vagina -- and he was right!

        Toby disengaged from the kiss, leaned down and captured a puffy pink
nipple between his lips and Jean thought she was going to faint from the
pleasure!  She clasped his head to her, feeding him the whole breast --
there wasn't a whole lot of it, but there WAS a mouthful -- and Toby obliged
by sucking it in and tonguing her puffy areole.  Jean sucked in a breath and
moaned.  She was past the point of no return; with her free hand she started
fighting with the snap and zipper of Toby's shorts.  The flames of lust were
roaring; only one thing would put the fire out, and it was hiding behind
that zipper!

        Toby felt her fumbling and welcomed it; there was nothing in this
world he wanted more than to have his painfully stiff cock released from the
confines of his shorts and fondled!

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        "Well?" Rick whined.

        "It's goin' GREAT, Man!" Lon enthused, clicking the shutter.
"Toby's got her top off and his hand in her panties, and she's trying to rip
his shorts open!  I don't think they're goin' anywhere else now!"

        "Cool..."  Rick felt distinctly odd, rooting for one of his friends
to fuck his mother while another photographed it -- but if it meant that he
got more pussy from Candace -- and especially Beth -- it was worth it...

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        Inside, Jean had finally gotten Toby's shorts open -- only to run
into another, more obdurate barrier -- his briefs!  Caressing the ridge that
his erect staff made in his underwear, she discovered that the head had
almost totally escaped through the waistband.  "I want it," she croaked,
distantly embarrassed but too charged up to stop.

        "I'll stand up," Toby gasped.  "Take off your panties."  He stood,
pulling her erect with him.

        Jean shucked out of her panty immediately, and was on him while he
was still working his shorts loose, taking advantage of being bent over to
grab the waistband of his briefs while her panties settled around her
ankles.  Toby stopped what he was doing; if she wanted it THAT bad, she
could get it out herself!  Jean glanced up at him and divined his intent
and, kicking her left leg loose from her panties, squatted and started
tugging.

        The shorts were easy; they dropped free once they cleared his hips.
But the briefs were snagged on Toby's rock-hard cock and took some gentle
prying to get clear.  Still, things went fairly quickly; as they slid
downward past his knees, Jean shifted her attention to the object of her
quest, inhaling a cloud of raw essence of aroused male as she collected the
shaft in one hand and kissed the bulging purple head with the other.

        Toby was galvanized!  "Gonna shoot!" he gasped, his knees jumping in
an instinctive attempt to bury his aching meat in SOMETHING before he blew
cum all over the place.

        But Jean had an answer for that; warm lips rolled over the head of
Toby's cock and a soft, wet tongue ticked the sensitive spot at the base of
the head.  Control was out the window; the sensory overload triggered Toby's
ejaculation; Toby grasped Jean's head and held her while his eyes rolled up
and he spurted four powerful pulses of cum into her waiting mouth,
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

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        The shutter snapped twice, catching Toby in mid-orgasm.  Lon
chuckled.  "Well, your mama sucks cock...  Toby just unloaded on her!"

        "That had to be quick!" Rick replied after a moment's searching for
something intelligent to say.

        "It WAS!" Lon grunted.  "Ol' Superdick is apparently quick on the
draw the first pass..."

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

        Toby was embarrassed at his lack of control -- but his cock was
still an iron bar!  Jean backed off it with a look on her face that defied
description; she was happily savoring the biggest mouthful of male seed that
she had ever collected, knowing that there was more where that came from!
Hugh's seed had been thin and weak and often metallic tasting; Toby's by
contrast was almost chewy and had a creamy texture to it.  Swallowing, she
looked up at him, hot-eyed.  "I want it."

        "Lie down," Toby croaked.  The couch was the obvious location for
the next phase of things; Toby was a little worried that it was too narrow,
but the floor looked hard and he didn't see them making it upstairs.  Jean's
eyes never left his as she got up and settled herself on her back on the
couch, legs spread.  Toby settled himself between her legs and she reached
down to grip his shaft -- it wasn't hard to find -- rub it's soft, but
fully-inflated glans in the damp pool between her compact labia, and
position it at her opening.  Once seated, Toby began pressing forward, eyes
still locked on his diminutive lover's.

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        "There's a money shot!" Lon crowed, snapping more photos.  "She's
feeding it in!  Obviously, he isn't raping her..."  Rick rubbed his face; it
was just as well that he wasn't watching...

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

        Jean couldn't get over Toby's length and girth -- it felt like he
made TWO of Hugh!  Doing without daily sex from her husband had been hard
right after his death; as Toby's tool bored into her fleshy tunnel,
spreading the walls and massaging every nerve ending, she realized that she
really didn't have the willpower to say no to further encounters.  It was
just TOO GOOD and she had done without for TOO LONG...  Gentle as it was,
Toby's initial penetration caused an orgasm; as his glans touched her
cervix, Jean surged against him, her eyes rolling up, clutching her lover to
her rigid frame as she gasped for breath.  "So good!" she gasped out.  "Fuck
me!"

        That was all Toby needed to hear; he put it in gear, rocking back
and snapping forward, powering through Jean's tight sheath.  Those first few
strokes while Jean adapted were absolutely incredible -- but slow, due to
the effort involved.  As things got easier, they attenuated -- but not a lot
-- and it was easy to compensate by adjusting his speed.  Soon he was
hammering right along...

        ... And Jean was in Heaven!  This was SO incredibly GOOD!  Was it
just having sex again?  Or was it Toby?  Jeez, who cared?  Jean wrapped her
ankles behind Toby's ass and assisted her lover in his attempts to bruise
her cervix, impaling herself on his shaft.

        Toby watched Jean's face; she was making sounds, but they didn't
really make any sense -- more like emphatic grunts.  But her expression
tended to change, going from a happy smile to a look of inward concentration
while she got more and more flushed -- and then she went nuts, throwing
herself up at him and wailing while her pussy clamped down on his cock and
pulsed and he knew that he'd made her cum.  It was tremendously exciting to
him to bring her there, and if he hadn't just blown a load, he'd have cum
with her, but he managed to ride it out and continue to stroke.

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

        "There she goes!" Lon chortled, snapping the shutter for the twelfth
or thirteenth time.  "Man, she's a wild one!  She's all over the place!"

        "Cool," Rick grunted.  All this discussion of his mother's sexual
response -- something he hadn't even really known she had -- was beginning
to get on his nerves.  "You've got plenty, then -- why don't we head on out
before somebody notices us?"

        "Naw, I wanna get the cum shot!  Besides, they might change
positions!" Lon argued.  His dick was like steel; yeah, he was gonna get
some of that, even though he figured she wasn't really as good as Beth...

        "Awright."  Rick resumed his duties as a lookout.  Since this was
his house, at least he had an excuse for being there...

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

        Jean drifted down from a magnificent orgasm, panting and gasping.
Obviously, that wild ride she'd gotten from Toby earlier in the week had
been no fluke!  With Hugh, Jean had developed the habit of riding on top
because it seemed to maximize his penetration and her control -- but Toby
was running things here and they were just INCREDIBLE!  She was maybe thirty
seconds beyond a major orgasm, and already things were getting urgent again
-- and best of all, she wasn't doing all the work!  Toby was moving above
her, pistoning into her like a perpetual motion machine, finding every nerve
in her vagina...  Hugh had been just the right length to poke her G-spot, if
she moved right -- but Toby was sliding past it going both ways, igniting
her inner nerves with his blunt glans and lighting up her clitoris with
every stroke!  Her nipples stood up like spikes, and were so stiff that they
hurt -- but when Toby hunched himself and took one into his mouth, Jean
nearly screamed from the shockwaves that tore through her!  "AAAAUUGGHH!!!"

        Toby knew a winning tactic when he saw one!  While he had to hunch
himself quite a bit to maintain contact with her spiky nub and it interfered
with his stroke somewhat, the reaction he was getting from her said it was
well worth it!  Grinning, he shifted nipples, eliciting another strangled
cry.

        Control was out the window!  Jean clutched Toby's head to her,
maintaining his contact with her burning nipple while she arched and surged,
hovering on the brink of another orgasm.  Her clutch actually assisted Toby
in maintaining his position, which allowed him to stabilize himself against
her and readjust his stroke -- and Jean, 'WAY ahead of schedule, hurtled
over the brink!  "AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!  OGODOGODOGOD!!!!"

        Suddenly, Jean's pussy was a hot, wet, silken glove that clutched at
his erection despite his motion -- and Toby went from vaguely close to
imminently explosive under the stimulation!  "Gonna cum!" he grunted, his
teeth still gently locked on Jean's nipple.

        The announcement sent a rippling shiver down Jean's spine, adding a
jet-assist to an already powerful peak!  "Cum!  Cum!" she wailed.  "Fill me!
Fill me full!"

        That was all Toby needed!  The pleasure and the need to ejaculate
became excruciating and then came that heady moment of blessed relief as his
cock fulfilled it's mission inside his thrashing partner.  Unconsciously, he
clamped down on the spike between his teeth as he let go the first powerful
blast -- but the pain mixed with the sensation of hot fluids pounding into
Jean's cervix bringing her to a point of pleasure that just wasn't
tolerable; Jean fainted dead away.

        Toby detected the shift to slackness, but for the first fifteen
seconds or so he was in no position to worry about it.  Pleasure suffused
him as he moved his pulsing, over-sensitive cock in Jean's tight sheath,
moving slowly.  But her hands on his head were no longer urgent and she was
lax, not moving, so in a moment or two he rose up to get a look at her.

        One look said she was unconscious, at least -- but she was wearing
this Mona Lisa smile...  "Jean?  Honey?  Are you okay?"  Toby rubbed her
cheek.  What did you do for someone who had passed out?

        But she stirred, and, if anything, the smile got wider before her
eyes opened.  When they did, they instantly popped and Jean gasped "Oh my
GOD!  OH MY GOD!"  Suddenly, she was clutching him fiercely and raining
kisses on his face and neck.  "That was..."  Jean's attempt to verbalize the
experience ground to a halt; it was without doubt the most profound sexual
experience she had ever had!  But she was all over her tired young lover
like a coat of paint, trying to absorb him through her pores, she was
clutching him so closely.

        Toby soaked it up like a sponge; this was what having a woman was
about!  Sex with Candace was totally different -- it was a competition to
see who was boss and who could control who.  It was a challenge, and an
accomplishment, in victory or defeat.  But sex with Jean was a joining, a
partnership, a mutual effort at attaining a higher plane, if only
momentarily -- and Toby needed that.  It was unclear whether Toby could do
without sex that had no challenge to it, but it was certain that he needed
THIS!

        On the other hand, there was a problem -- this EMPHATICALLY wasn't
'fuck-buddy' sex; no, it was relationship sex -- and by its very nature it
was FORBIDDEN relationship sex!  This realization leaked in on both of them
while they were enjoying their post-coital euphoria -- but was buffered by
it.  Jean, in particular, just couldn't get as worked up over the whole
thing as she had previously; she was just too sated to be tense.  Still,
there were questions to be asked...  Fondling Toby's damp curls as he lay
atop her, she asked, "Dear, what about the pictures?"

        "Mmmm?"  Toby stirred.  "Well, they DO exist -- although I tried to
fix it so that Candace was uncertain of it.  She thinks she took pictures
with an empty camera -- or maybe she hopes she did, now.  I pretended to
pull the memory card out of it before the photo session, then pulled it and
copied everything off and wiped it, after."

        "But why?" Jean asked.  "That's SO dangerous!"

        Toby sighed and rubbed Jean's narrow flanks.  "I can't just hope
that Candace will do what she's supposed to -- I needed something more on
her than just my supposed ability to dominate her when it is necessary.  So
the photos aren't for Ma so much as they are to capture the fact that
Candace is blackmailing her -- AND doing the same stuff as Ma, obviously.
Once Candace had Ma on the run, the camera got handed around and some pics
of Candace and I were taken, too -- and I made sure they were good!"  Should
he tell her about the video?  Yeah...  "I have a webcam, too -- and I used
it; I've got a recording of Candace blackmailing Ma, sound and all..."

        Jean pursed her lips and shook her head.  "That's REALLY dangerous!"

        Toby nodded.  "I've locked it all down and encrypted it -- maybe a
pro could get at them, but nobody short of that.  But if Candace slips the
leash, I HAVE to protect Ma!"  He rubbed Jean's cheek.  "And you..."

        Jean shuddered.  "PLEASE, be careful, Dear!" she implored.

        "I will.  I won't surface the things unless it is necessary -- and
then only enough to keep Candace from doing something REALLY stupid to Ma,"
Toby replied.  "Anything less than that..."  He shook his head.

        "What's wrong?" Jean asked.

        "It's going to be hard to tell where to draw the line," Toby
replied.  "You see, Ma really likes it kind of extreme, and she likes a lot
of it.  Once she gets going, Candace might not be able to keep up with her
-- and the guys might not be enough..."

        "Really?  Wow!"  Jean was amazed; meek little Beth was apparently
some kind of kinky nympho...  Things were getting SO weird...

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

        Lon turned away from the window, leering.  "Okay, that's it!
They're cuddling and shit now; Superdick has unloaded in your mama and
they're probably declaring their undying love for each other..."  Lon
thought that concept hilarious.

        "Shit, I hope not!" Rick grunted.  Candace was right; you couldn't
get all emotional about a woman twice your age without shit rolling
downhill.  But the first drop of rain on his head put an end to his
distraction, "C'mon!  Let's get out back and under cover!  It's gonna rain
like Hell!"  The pair dashed out of hiding and through Rick's side gate,
headed for the protection of the patio awning.

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

        Jean's conscience started nagging her; it was time to let her own
cat out of the bag, "Dear, we need to be more careful."

        "Hmm?"  Shit!  Was she going to try to sew it up again?

        "Well..."  Jean looked away.  "When I told you I was on the Pill the
other day, I told the truth, but..."

        "But?"

        Jean grimaced.  "It's only been a couple of days.  We should use
rubbers or something for a while..."

        'Phew!  She's not backsliding!  Thank God!' Toby thought, relieved.
"Well, it'll suck, but I guess it's okay."

        "We can always do other things," Jean offered.  "I can suck you or
you can use my..."  Her voice trailed off as she realized just what she was
offering.

        "Ass?" Toby guessed.  "You seem to like that..."

        "I do," Jean admitted.  "I used to cum that way -- but you're a lot
bigger than my husband was..."

        "Well, I'll be gentle, if we try it," Toby assured her.  "For now,
it's no big thing."

        "Good!"  Relieved, Jean pulled Toby down to her, only then becoming
aware of the rain beginning to thunder on the roof.  Damn!  Undoubtedly, Lon
and Rick would be coming in...  Somehow, that didn't matter all that much;
she just couldn't summon the willpower to push Toby away and get up.  Even
the more urgent issue of the puddle of semen leaking out of her vagina to
pool under her ass was a minor one...

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