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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 19 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 FF oral D/s blackmail mc exhib voy

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 19

        Early Sunday morning, Candace knocked on Jean's door -- the quicker
she could drive a wedge between Jean and Toby, the quicker things would
settle down...

        But Toby answered the door -- and that put THAT idea to bed... "Oh!"
Candace exclaimed.  "You're here!"

        "Yes..." Toby agreed.  "Why are YOU here?"

        Obviously, the initial plan was by the boards...  "Um, I thought I'd
give Jean a shoulder to cry on and some advice, then we could talk about
what to do about Lon."

        "I'd like to be in on THAT conversation," Toby announced as he
backed up to let Candace in.

        "Toby?  Who is it, Dear?"  Jean stuck her head around the corner.

        "Our favorite rapist's mother," Toby shot back.

        Candace flinched.  "This was NOT my idea!" she declared.  "I stick
my oar in sometimes and stir things up -- but Lon came up with THIS one ALL
BY HIMSELF!"

        Jean rolled her eyes and stepped around the corner, displaying a
short nightie and a distinctly bowlegged gait.  "Come on in.  Coffee?"

        Candace tilted her head, watching Jean's waddle as she made for the
kitchen.  "Did Lon hurt you, Honey?  I'll ground him until he's forty!"

        "Huh?"  Jean looked back.  "Oh, the walk?"  She colored.  "I've...
had a lot of sex in the last twenty-four hours.  Lon contributed, but he
wasn't the main source..."  Jean flashed a glance over Candace's shoulder at
Toby and smiled.

        "Huh!  I could stand to get fucked bowlegged..."  She turned to eye
Toby and pursed her lips.  "But I don't suppose..."  They had undoubtedly
overcome the implications of Lon's little escapade and were in full romantic
bloom...

        Toby surprised her.  "I'm about a quart low at the moment -- maybe
later."

        Candace whipped her head around to catch Jean's expression -- but it
was bland.  What was up?  Suddenly, she was walking on broken glass...  How
could she probe this?  "Ummmm..."

        Jean busied herself pouring coffee so she didn't have to look
Candace in the eye while she worked on passing the first serious test of her
new understanding with Toby, "It's all right, Candace.  I've learned that we
both have other demands on us than just each other."

        'Hmmmmm.  Breakup sex, then?'  "I'm sorry," Candace apologized.

        "For what?  Oh.  Toby and I are still, um, pursuing a relationship,
Candace.  We just realize that it can't be sexually exclusive -- other
people in the group have needs, too," Jean announced.  "We've even discussed
Lon's little blackmail scheme -- and I see that I brought it on myself, in
some ways..."

        "That's true, Hon," Candace agreed, accepting the coffee.  "You were
making serious waves.  I don't approve of everything he did, but Lon was
trying to get a handle on you in order to keep things from crashing."

        Jean decided to sneak one in on Candace.  She flicked a glance at
Toby over her shoulder, then asked, "What about the pictures?"

        "I haven't seen them, Hon.  He won't tell me where they are,"
Candace lied.

        Jean nodded.  Candace didn't have them -- therefore Lon didn't have
them, either, because he would never have been able to keep them from his
mother.  Still, she needed to appear to be concerned...  "I really can't
feel comfortable about all this as long as they are out there, Candace.  Lon
needs to make them go away if he ever hopes to repair our relationship.  I'm
not Beth -- I can't operate normally with that kind of thing hanging over my
head!"

        "I'll make it my top priority to see to it that he doesn't keep
them," Candace assured Jean.

        "You'd better," Toby grated.  "The stability of YOUR little
applecart depends on it!"

        Candace turned to Toby and Jean saw fear -- something she'd NEVER
seen on Candace's face!  "Yes, Toby!  I'll fix it!  Promise!"  'Shit!  His
eyes are glowing again!' Candace wailed inside.

        "Good."  Toby managed to keep from grinning.  The pictures WERE
gone, now; Toby had dug them out and perused them the night before with
Jean, making comments about her responses and her beauty and generally
enjoying them with her, then destroyed them.  Candace's reaction was
transparent; there were no other copies.  But it gave him another handle on
Candace; if he got angry over it, she would fall all over herself attempting
to placate him...

        The three of them sat down to coffee, apparently completely normal.
"So, you two are okay?" Candace prodded.  Just where were they?

        "Yes."  Jean reached out and took Toby's hand.  "I don't do well
outside a relationship, but we're going to work on it.  I'm going to try
to... contribute... here and there.  But I couldn't really do that without a
strong foundation..."  Jean's eyes glowed as she shared a look with her
lover, then she turned back to Candace.  "Lon's in the doghouse right now,
but I understand what happened from his standpoint; eventually, I hope to
get past it..."

        "That's... impressive restraint..." Candace murmured.  "I don't know
if I'd give him any breaks after THAT!"

        "Well, I sort of brought it on myself...  I know I can be pretty
uptight," Jean replied.

        "That's for sure!  Oops!"  Candace covered her mouth.

        "I'm pissed that Lon's home training appears to be lacking," Toby
grated ominously.  "You'd think he would know better.  Whose fault is that?"

        Candace got distinctly nervous.  "Mine, I guess.  I'm SO sorry!"
She fell all over herself feeding sincerity into the apology.  Jean sat
bemused; Toby really DID have a handle on Candace!

        "I'm not sure that's enough," Toby announced, his mien pensive.
"Jean was blackmailed into nonconsensual sex -- something that could have
gotten Lon jail time.  I really think you should... abase yourself."

        "Abase..."  'What the fuck does THAT mean?'  Candace eyed Toby as if
he were a rattlesnake.  'Oh, SHIT!  The eyes!'

        "Abase.  As in grovel," Toby amplified, locking eyes with a stricken
Candace.  "Jean's pussy hurts -- why don't you go over and soothe it with
your tongue?"

        "Uuuuhhh..."  Candace turned a bug-eyed regard on Jean.

        "Toby, I..." Jean began.

        "Shhh!"  Toby interjected.  "I know it is unusual, but think of it
as an experience thing.  And Candace really needs to understand that her
mistakes have consequences -- don't you, Candace?"

        Candace swung her bug-eyed regard onto Toby, "Y-yes, Toby..."

        "I'm sure a little cunnilingus isn't a new thing for you, is it,
Candace?  You were fine on the receiving end..." Toby drawled.

        "N-no..."  Was he getting even for Beth?

        But Toby divined the question, and answered it.  "No, this isn't
about Ma, Candace -- you can make her eat you any time you like, as far as
I'm concerned.  She's into the humiliations involved.  For YOU, though, it's
punishment, isn't it?"

        "Y-yes..."

        "Well, go on -- get started."  Toby shifted his attention to Jean.
"Scoot your chair back, Honey, and spread your legs.  Slouch back and give
Candace something to lick."

        "Toby..."

        "Just do it.  Oh, and Candace?  Get naked."

        "Yes, Toby."  It was a chorus.  Jean scooted her chair back from the
table and slouched back in it, spreading her legs as directed.  She was not
wearing panties, which was uncharacteristic of her, but she WAS a little
sore and was 'airing out' her puffy pudenda.  Candace got up slowly and
pulled her tank top over her head, then stepped out of her shorts and
sandals, watching Toby for a reprieve.  When it didn't come, she removed her
bra, and, finally, her panties.  Clearly, she was NOT going to get a
reprieve...  She turned toward Jean, reluctantly breaking eye contact with
Toby -- but before she could move...

        "Crawl," Toby directed.

        Jean couldn't get over it; Candace turned wide eyes back over her
shoulder for about five seconds, then slowly sank to her knees, dropped onto
her hands, and crawled around the table to stick her nose in Jean's pussy!

        "The creampie is mine, mostly," Toby added, amused, "although I
imagine a little of it MIGHT be Lon's."  Jean canted her head,
questioningly; Toby clarified, "It's sort of an inside joke."  Peering
closely, he asked, "Candace, are you licking yet?  Show Jean you're sorry --
and clean Lon out of there!"

        Jean watched, mesmerized, and Candace locked eyes with her and
extended her tongue.  It was highly erotic, and it wasn't clear whether the
sight or the feel of that first tongue swipe was more exciting!  "Aaaahhhh!"

        "Gently," Toby admonished, "She's a little sore..."  Looking up at
Jean, who was clearly transfixed by the whole thing, he added, "Feel free to
guide her head, Honey.  Make sure she makes you happy."

        Jean went from dead zero to highly aroused in a matter of seconds --
the whole thing was just SOOOO kinky!  "Oh, GOD!"  Gently, she cradled the
back of Candace's head.  Candace continued to watch her face as she burrowed
her tongue into Jean's compact snatch -- something she never DREAMED she
would ever do!  Toby had assumed correctly; Candace had participated in
pussy eating before, but always as the recipient...

        Jean started to pant; Toby circled around behind her and began
playing with her puffy nipples.  In moments, she began to shake, and the
tendons stood out in her forearms as she fought the urge to crush Candace's
face against her simmering twat.  "OooooooOOOOOOHHHH, GUH!  GUH!  GAWWWD!"
She shook like a leaf, and her eyes rolled up; Toby leaned over the top of
the chair to kiss her, upside down.

        In a moment, Jean pushed Candace away, weakly.  Toby eyed Candace,
"Did you get it all?"  Candace, mute, nodded her head yes.  Turning to Jean,
he asked, "Dear, do you forgive Candace?"

        "Yeah.  Sure.  Fine..."  Jean was busy reaching up to grab Toby; she
needed him...

        "Okay, Candace, you can run along, now.  I imagine you're going to
want to punish Lon for getting you into this..."  Toby turned away from
Candace, patently ignoring her as he pulled Jean up from the chair, seated
himself, and pulled her back onto his lap for kisses and caresses.  Candace
rose like a zombie, dressed in silence, and left.

        A few minutes later, Jean came up for air and asked, "How do you do
that?  It's amazing!  Candace was..."  She really had no words for it...

        "I don't know," Toby replied.  "That's why we can't count on it.
All I know is that if I approach her just right, Candace is very...
suggestible..."

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        In her car, halfway home, Candace was asking herself the same
questions.  "How does he DO that?  My God!"  She was furious with herself
for having totally knuckled under to Toby -- and scared to death because she
didn't understand the mechanism involved.  What was it -- hypnotism?  It had
to be that -- it couldn't be anything else!  When had he hypnotized her?
She couldn't remember -- but was that a surprise?

        Lon caught Hell when she got home!  "Damn you!  You jackass!  I
ought to beat you to death!  Toby lit into me over your little escapade --
and he made me... do things..."  There was NO WAY she was going to tell Lon
WHAT, exactly!  Fuming, she headed for the bathroom to brush her teeth and
gargle...  "Don't go ANYWHERE!  Clean up your room!  Fix the -- AAAAUUUUGH!"
She threw up her hands and disappeared into her bedroom suite, slamming the
door behind her.  Lon stood there, amazed; Mama was beside herself!  This
was not gonna be good...

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        Toby headed home around noon; Jean was tired but happy, and
apparently running on an even keel.  He got home to find Rick slouched on
the couch in the living room, looking wasted.  "Can I go home now?" Rick
asked listlessly.

        "Yeah, I think you're off the hook for now," Toby chuckled.  "What's
up?  Ma wear you out?"

        "DID SHE?  Dude, Your Mom's sweet, and she's incredible in bed, but
she's INSATIABLE!  We went FIVE TIMES -- and the later ones weren't short!
I thought I was gonna die about four a.m.!  I think I'm broken..."

        "You'll be fine, Sweetie!" Beth's voice lilted in from the kitchen.
"Want some pancakes?  How about waffles?"

        Chuckling, Toby hauled Rick up off the couch and pointed him toward
the kitchen, "And the condemned ate a hearty meal..." he misquoted.

        Rick got his color back during breakfast -- and Ma was walking on
clouds, apparently.  "You did good, Man," Toby assured Rick as he let him
out the front door.  "Ma probably overdid it a bit, but she'll settle down.
In the meantime, you're probably set for a couple of days, huh?"  He winked.

        "I guess!" Rick laughed.  "Pool time tomorrow?"

        "Cool.  Hey, uh, Jean's probably resting -- we didn't exactly lay
around watching TV, either..."

        "Cool," Rick replied.  "I'm gonna pass out for about eight hours..."
Toby clapped him on the back and closed the door.

        Back in the kitchen, Ma was swaying here and swaying there, humming.
"So, how was Rick?" Toby asked.

        "WONDERFUL!" Beth gushed.  "I could do that EVERY NIGHT!"

        "We'd better get you a football team, then," Toby chuckled.  "I
think you damn near killed him!"

        "Oh, bull!" Beth exclaimed, the closest she came to cursing.  "In an
hour or so, he'd have been ready to go again!"

        "Huh!  Maybe!" Toby snorted.  "I'm gonna go crash for a while.  See
you when you get off..."

        "Okay, Sweetheart.  Do you need anything?  How is Jean?"

        "I'm fine.  Jean's fine.  I jerked a knot in Candace's tail, but
that's another story," Toby related.

        "Sweetheart, about Jean..." Beth began.

        "Jean needs a lot more than just sex, Ma," Toby interjected.  "I do,
too, for that matter.  But it will all be okay, because if she has a strong
relationship to backstop her, she CAN do just sex.  We had a long talk, and
she's gonna play ball -- with Lon, even."

        "Hmmm, well, this 'strong relationship' thing -- are you really up
for that?" Beth asked.

        "There's really only one way to find out..."

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        'Damn!'  Robert Rankin tore his eyes off the sway of Nurse
Tolliiver's ass in her scrubs and buried them in his patient's chart for
what had to be the thirteenth time since she came on shift.  The top was a
flower print, and the pants were magenta -- and they didn't seem to have any
control over the motion of that ass -- especially when you factored in the
way those hips were rocking...  'I need to get my temperature taken...'
Tolliver was chunky -- not normally a descriptor likely to cause a woman to
be in demand, as far as Robert was concerned -- but he was completely
overlooking the issue because of the aura she was giving off...

        Rounds were long over; Robert had made his second pass through the
ward and was cleaning up his paperwork.  The patients had been fed their
evening meal, each according to his or her ability to absorb nutrition, and
things were generally quiet -- but Robert went totally bonkers every time
Tolliver passed through his line of vision, and it seemed like by the time
he had his head back on straight, she was back...

        Now she was leaning on the counter of the nurse's station, talking
to Nurse Carter -- and Robert was carefully positioned across the way where
he had a three-quarters-on shot of her left side and that delectable hind
end...

        "So," Louise teased, "How's your new man?"

        Beth's eyes popped.  "What?"

        "C'mon, Honey, you might buffalo a man, but you're not kidding me --
you're glowing in the dark!" the black woman pressed.

        "It's nothing -- casual," Beth demurred, "Not a boyfriend --
girlfriend thing..."

        "But he's checking the oil in your baby-maker, isn't he, Hon?"
Louise's eyes were full of mischief.

        "Well, yeah..." Beth blushed.

        "You're protected?" Louise queried.

        "Oh, yeah.  Quarterly injection," Beth replied.

        "Good."  Louise paused a moment, then murmured, "You know, there's
nothing like getting a little to make the other team wake up and take you
seriously..."

        "Huh?"

        "You're driving Dr. Rankin absolutely nuts."  Louise pointed him out
with her eyes.

        "I am?"  Beth flicked a surprised glance over her shoulder.  Dr.
Rankin was looking at something with hungry eyes -- her ass?!  He picked up
on the fact that she was looking at him and ducked behind his chart.
"That's sudden..."

        "You're advertising, Hon," Louise chuckled.  "You're walking around
here with a big sign on that butt of yours that says 'I'm fuckable!'  And
he's reading it!"

        "But I've always been... approachable..." Beth protested.

        "Maybe you have, Hon, but until a couple of days ago, that sign said
'Drone'!" Louise chuckled.  Eyeing Dr. Rankin, she whispered, "Do me a
favor, Hon -- shift from one leg to the other."

        "Like this?" Beth shifted her weight, which, of course, imparted a
certain motion to her ass...

        Louise snickered, loudly.  Robert, red-faced, got up and dashed off.

        "Jesus!  Now he thinks I'm teasing him!" Beth exclaimed.

        "You are, anyway, Honey, whether you know it or not!" Louise
giggled.

        Things got busy for a bit; it was over an hour before Beth could
relax and chat with Louise again.  Dr. Rankin was nowhere in sight.  "You've
ruined it!" Beth sighed.  "I had a man actually looking, and you ran him
off!"

        "He comes by to glare at me occasionally, Hon.  He'll be back.
Besides, I thought you HAD a supply..."

        "Ummm, well, I do, right now -- but it's... not suitable for a long-
term relationship..."

        "Oh?"  Louise raised her eyebrows.  "Why not?"

        "He's, umm, quite a bit younger than I am," Beth confided.

        "You dog!"  Louise slapped her on the arm.  "Robbing the cradle, are
you?"  Beth blushed.  "It's nice, isn't it, being desired by a young guy?"

        "Very," Beth agreed, nodding.

        "It does wonders for your self-image -- no wonder you've perked up!"
Louise giggled.  "You're obviously not in love, or anything."

        "No," Beth agreed, "Lust will have to do.  It's pretty good,
though..."

        "I bet!  Younger guys..."  Louise ruminated a bit.  "So go after
Rankin -- he wants to put his hands on your ass in the worst way..."

        "Why, do you think?" Beth wondered.

        "Because you're oozing sex through your pores," Louise replied.
"But you know what?  The hilarious thing is, HE doesn't know why, either --
and it's killing him!  All he knows is that suddenly you're a hot
property..."

        "Hmmmm," Beth pondered, playing with a water ring on the counter
top.  "I might like being HIS property..."

        Louise shrugged.  "You'd be an improvement over the bimbos I've seen
him with; the only good thing about them is that they don't last."

        "Why is that, do you figure?" Beth asked.  Maybe Dr. Rankin was
poorly equipped...

        "They're bar flies, Hon.  Being Mrs. Dr. Rankin looks good Friday
night and Saturday morning, but then he pulls a couple of doubles and they
realize that he's a workaholic and he's not rich yet."

        Beth nodded.  Residents caught Hell...  "He's younger..."

        "That's not stopping you now," Louise sniped.  "And youth and vigor
might help him keep up!"

        "Yeah..."  Beth pretended to primp.  "I'm high maintenance that
way..."  Both of them giggled.

        "He's none too brave," Louise counseled.  "I braced him the other
day -- nothing too obvious -- and he looked like he was thinking about
sprouting feathers."

        Beth flicked a glance at the rock on Louise's finger.  "I
thought..."

        Louise grinned.  "I'm high maintenance, too."

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

        The women didn't do coffee on Monday morning; Beth was off-shift,
sleeping, and Candace wouldn't have been there, anyway -- she was mortified
over the activities of the previous day and couldn't face Jean yet.  But
Candace called Jean about nine...  "I'm sending Lon over -- Rick's home,
right?"

        "Yes."  Jean got ready to object, but...

        "Work him.  Make him clean the pool or mow the yard, or trim the
hedges -- or all three!  And let him grovel a couple of dozen times while
you're at it!  His little stash of blackmail materials is gone..."

        "Okay," Jean agreed.  "Rick could stand a little abuse, too,
although I don't think I can push him TOO hard -- Beth apparently rode him
until he almost foundered, yesterday!"  She giggled.

        "He's young -- he'll recover," Candace opined.  "Get your revenge,
Honey."  There was a pause, then Candace murmured in a low voice, "About
yesterday..."

        "Let's not talk about it," Jean replied charitably.  Toby had pulled
Candace's fangs -- or at least milked the venom from them, as far as Jean
was concerned -- but the fewer people who knew about it, the better, Jean
figured.

        "Thanks," Candace croaked.  "Breakfast tomorrow?"

        "Sure."

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        Lon arrived an hour later, humble, and tried several times to
deliver hat in hand apologies, but Jean wasn't giving him any opportunities.
That had given her plenty of time to read Rick the Riot Act; she put the two
on the hedges, both feeling like they were wearing prison coveralls.
Ironically, one of the targets was the big rhododendron that had concealed
their blackmail data collection.  Their attention this time was all on the
outside, however, so they failed to detect Jean's eavesdropping...

        "Man, did YOU fuck up!" Rick complained.  "Why couldn't you just
limit things to getting Mom to settle down and let things be?"

        "I thought it was only fair," Lon sulked.  "Women sure think
different.  If I was in their shoes..."

        "You'd probably feel the same way," Rick cut him off.

        "Well, at least you could talk to me about it!" Lon argued.

        "Maybe," Rick agreed, "but Mom's a different animal -- you can
sometimes make your point with logic -- especially if she's looking at
things that way, herself.  But if you make her stubborn..."  He rolled his
eyes.

        "Yeah," Lon grunted.  "Well, I know better now -- I guess I'm lucky
I'm not in jail or something.  Man, I'm really, REALLY sorry I pushed THAT
one!"

        "Yeah," Rick agreed.  "If you'd done that shit to some chick at
school, you'd be up on charges!"

        "Speaking of school, Man -- how long do you think this thing is
gonna last?" Lon asked.

        Rick pursed his lips.  "Dunno.  I'd have said it wasn't gonna happen
in the first place.  In the fall, though, we're gonna be dating, or trying
to...  I imagine at that point that our mothers will go to being the backup
source, and the whole thing will slowly fade out..."

        Lon nodded.  "Maybe.  The problem with putting a woman on backup
status is that they catch on pretty quick and they take themselves out of
the pool."

        Rick frowned.  "That's the normal thing, though isn't it?  Our
mothers aren't hunting for husbands -- at least, not among us..."

        "Are you sure?" Lon prompted.  "Your mother and Toby are kinda out
there -- even after yesterday!"

        "You could have a point -- but I don't see YOUR mother getting all
moon-eyed over Toby or me -- and Beth..."

        "Beth..."  Lon thought about that.  "Beth likes a lot of dick..."

        "NO SHIT!" Rick exclaimed.  "I think I'm fucked out for another day,
at least!"

        Lon chuckled.  "Beth will probably not complain about going on
backup -- which is a good thing, I figure.  THAT piece could continue to
fly, almost indefinitely -- and it's good shit!"

        "Speaking of comparisons," Rick asked, "Was Mom worth it?"

        "Yeah..." Lon's eyes were hooded.  "She's a hot piece.  Not totally
my type..."  Beth had made a serious impression on Lon.  "But she's hot.  I
CERTAINLY won't be trying to get in there without permission, though!  With
my luck, sex with Jean is going to be limited to jacking off while licking
her pussy..."  Both of them laughed -- but it gave Jean ideas...

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        Toby called later in the day, "Hi."

        "Hi."  Jean felt like a teenager again -- hundreds of things needed
saying, but she couldn't get them out.

        "How are things?" Toby finally blurted.

        "Okay.  Lon is here."

        "What?"

        "Candace sent him over -- told me to work him like a dog.  I've got
Rick working alongside him, too -- the yard's going to look pretty good by
the time they're done..."  Jean chuckled.

        "Has he apologized?"

        "He's tried about a dozen times, but I won't let him finish." Jean
related.  "I, uh, had an idea..."

        "Yeah?"

        "We could make him do what Candace did..."

        "Eat you?" Toby asked, surprised.

        "Yeah.  Without getting anything back..."

        Toby pursed his lips in thought.  "You can do that if you like,
Sweetheart, but I have a plan -- one that will pretty well neutralize both
Lon AND his mother."

        "Oh?  Goody!  I kind of like having Candace treating me with kid
gloves instead of trying to run me all the time..."  At Toby's chuckle, she
added, "What do we do?"

        "Leave it to me," Toby assured her.  "This isn't an instant thing --
it'll take setup.  First, though, we're going to have to get out and show
the group that we aren't being exclusive, so it'll have to wait until you've
publicly forgiven Lon and had make-up sex, at least."

        "I'm not looking forward to that," Jean grumbled anxiously.

        "Come on, now, Sweetheart," Toby chided.  "It's the best thing for
the situation.  We need to keep the group from getting too antsy as a whole,
and Lon really didn't do the mad rapist thing..."

        "I know," Jean replied.  "And he's genuinely apologetic, too.  I
just..."

        "Just what, Sweetheart?  Out with it."

        "It feels wrong.  I feel like I'm doing YOU wrong."

        "If you develop an emotional bond to Lon, THEN you'll be doing me
wrong," Toby countered.  "Do you see that happening?"

        "No."

        "Then it's okay.  Make him lick your pussy.  And, if you want to,
let him fuck you.  It's just sex -- until it's something else."

        "You know," Jean ventured, "to make things even, I should make him
suck YOU!"

        "Uh, Sweetheart, there are reasons -- a bunch of them -- why that
wouldn't be a good idea.  I'm thoroughly squicked by it, for one."

        "But..."

        "Lesbian acts are much more acceptable in our culture than male
homosexuality, Sweetheart.  A little pussy licking between girlfriends is no
big thing -- but making Lon suck a dick could ruin him -- and our
friendship."

        "This other thing you're planning won't do that?" Jean pressed.

        "No.  It'll be... private."

        "Can you tell me?"

        "I'd rather not," Toby replied.  "It's best that you don't know, I
think."

        "Okay."  Jean wasn't thrilled, but...  "So, I have to forgive him
first?"

        "Yes.  We have to get back on an even keel before this will fly,"
Toby insisted.

        "Okay.  I guess I'd best get on with it, then," Jean sighed.

        "Well, there is no requirement to make it any too easy on him," Toby
chuckled.

        "Good!"  Jean was beginning to look forward to the whole thing.

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        Without really thinking about it, Jean executed the next phase of
Lon's -- and incidentally, Rick's punishment perfectly...  At four o'clock,
she called two sweaty boys in from their lengthy tour of yard work with,
"PHEW!  You two STINK!  Hit the showers!"

        "Why bother?  We're not..."  Rick began.

        "I need you inside for a bit, that's why!  Go on -- you, too, Lon!
Especially you!" Jean insisted.

        "Okay..."  Lon had brought a swimsuit, but hadn't used it, even
though the pair of them had done pool maintenance.  That gave him something
to change into, at least...  Twenty minutes later, they were in the den,
still damp.

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        Jean was waiting, in a robe.  "All right.  Lon, Rick, sit down over
there on the couch."  The boys did so, somewhat anxiously.  Now what?  "This
thing you two did yesterday is inexcusable.  I hope you've caught on to that
fact."

        "Yes, Ma'am."  Lon took the lead in the response.

        "Lon, your piece of it is particularly bad.  You let your... manhood
overrule your brain and tell you what to do.  You have no idea how lucky you
are!"

        "Yes, Ma'am."  Lon looked thoroughly cowed.

        "You have to learn to control yourself, for your own good -- so I've
devised a little test for you.  If you pass it, I'll at least consider
forgiving you..." Jean announced.

        "Uhhh, test?"  Lon was nonplussed.

        "A test.  Training, even, maybe, from some perspectives.  An
exercise in self-control."  She eyed him.  "Of course, if you prefer not to
bother, we can just agree never to cross each other's paths again..."

        "No, no!  I'll take this test..." Lon insisted.

        "All right," Jean explained.  "This will be a bit... odd, I guess,
but it is perfectly relevant and just.  This is how it is going to go."  She
unzipped the heavy robe she was wearing, revealing that she was nude
beneath.  "I'm going to sit in that recliner over there, and you, Lon, are
going to satisfy me -- twice -- with your tongue.  You will get NOTHING from
me in this, and you may not even touch yourself -- it is an exercise in
control for you.  Do you understand?"

        "Uh, yes, Ma'am.  I think..." Lon sputtered.  Jean wanted her pussy
licked?

        "Be certain you understand, Lon.  If you fail, it will be a while
before I trust you again!"  Jean turned to Rick.  "Ordinarily, I would not
involve you in such a thing, but I need you here in case Lon is incapable of
controlling himself.  Besides, this punishes you, too, doesn't it?"  She
smiled a hard smile.  "Your job is to watch Lon and make sure his manhood
doesn't take over for his brain -- and extricate me if it does!  You can,
umm, relieve yourself, if you think it is necessary -- but I'd think it
would be pretty embarrassing for you..."

        Rick rubbed his face.  Jeezus!  This was gonna SUCK!  He crossed
glances with Lon.  "Okay..."

        "Any questions?" Jean asked.  "Lon, you can use your hands as well
as your tongue, but your manhood stays in your trunks -- and if you so much
as touch it, we're done!  Do you understand?"

        "Yes, Ma'am."  Lon nodded.

        Jean settled herself in the recliner, and spread her legs.  "Then
let's begin."

        Lon came forward gingerly and settled to his knees before his
testing materials, getting a good, close-up look at Jean's compact twat.
Immediately, he sensed a problem -- he was going to have trouble squeezing
in between her thighs the way she had them positioned.  "Uh, Jean?  Do you
think we could put your legs up over the chair arms?  I need to get in
here..."

        "I think you need to keep calling me 'Ma'am' for a while, until
you've earned the right to call me by my name again, don't you?" Jean
responded.  "Very well, we can try it.  If it becomes uncomfortable, though,
you'll have to come up with something else..."

        "Yes, Ma'am."  Jean didn't move her legs, though -- she reclined
there, watching him regally while HE moved one leg, then the other up onto
the recliner arms.  This opened her up seriously; Lon would have no further
issues, now...Lon leaned forward, whiffing the unmistakable scent of Jean's
arousal.  She was already pink and puffy down there, too...

        Jean marveled that her pussy wasn't giving off smoke, she was so
hot!  It was a good thing she had decided in advance on two orgasms; one
would probably occur VERY quickly -- too quickly to adequately arouse Lon...
Snapping her head around, she eyed Rick.  "Are you keeping an eye on things,
there?  If he molests me..."

        "Yes, Ma'am."  They'd created a monster.  Definitely.  Mom was going
to show up in leather and latex -- with a whip -- at this rate...  Rick
scooted to the near end of the couch, where he had a far better view than he
REALLY wanted...

        "What would you like?"  Lon's voice was strangled.

        "Ummm, have you ever done this before?" Jean asked.  Lon shook his
head.  "Why don't you, umm, lick along the opening and get a feel for the
lay of the land?" she croaked.

        Lon did so, swiping his tongue upward along her slit from the base
to her clitoris.  Jean thought she was going to faint...  "Hrrrgh!"  It was
easy to tell that he was making headway; Jean went rigid, the tendons in her
thighs standing out, in particular.  Lon licked again, digging between
Jean's puffy outer lips -- and getting between the inner ones, too, tracking
the wet inner flesh of her channel.  Jean's lungs constricted; yes, the
first one was going to happen VERY quickly!

        Instinctively, Lon attacked Jean's clitoris, the next few flat laps
sweeping up directly across it from bottom to top, defeating the protection
of it's hood.  Jean clutched the chair arms and quivered -- the intensity
was SO astonishing!  "Easy!  God!  Along the sides, please!" she gasped out.

        Lon grinned to himself.  This was fun!  The downside, however, was
that his cock was like tool steel...  Next, he dropped down and located her
hole and probed it with his tongue; from Sex Ed he knew that was where her
actual vagina was.  She seemed to like that too, if you could tell from her
moans and groans...

        She did.  Jean was biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.
There was something about this whole deal that was so incredibly NASTY --
and the control piece was a big part of it!  No wonder Candace and Toby
fought to run things -- having herself serviced like this was such a turn-
on!  She glanced up at Rick, who was watching Lon work avidly and obviously
hurting from the way his hands were opening and closing and moving here and
there...  They locked eyes; Rick's were smoky with lust...

        And that was the end of Round One!  Jean blew her top, shrieking,
her eyes rolling up.  Her ass started jouncing on the chair and Lon had to
wrap his lips around her clitoris to stabilize his efforts -- but she was
already surging her way through her orgasm, anyway!  Lubricant poured from
her vagina onto Lon's lower face -- and initially, he mistook it for urine,
until the taste proved that it wasn't.  Then he dove back in.

        Jean pushed him away and slouched back, one hand on her chest
tracking her thudding heart, "Oh!  Ohmigod!  Oh!"

        "Is that it, then?" Lon asked.  The testosterone rush he was feeling
had him thinking he could probably lift a car.

        "No," Jean gasped.  "That was... just... Round One.  You haven't...
been aroused... enough.  You'll... have to... work harder... the second
time..."

        "So it's about getting me hot?" Lon clarified.

        "Yes," Jean replied, getting her breath.  "It's working, isn't it?"
She eyed Lon's trunks, which had a visible ridge leading to a damp spot.
"You need to control yourself, even when you're hot..."  She shifted her
eyes to her son, "You, too, Young Man!"

        Rick groaned.  When Mom's eyes lit on his, he thought he was going
to blow in his shorts!  God!  When had she suddenly gotten so hot?  Thank
God for Beth and Candace -- suddenly, Mom was all about temptation...

        "Okay, Lon, Round Two," Jean waved him in.  "Congratulations!
You're... very talented...  I predict that you'll have very happy
girlfriends..."  Then she threw her head back; Lon was working his tongue
into her again...

        This time, it took longer -- almost ten minutes with her directing
him here and there and to do this and that.  Some things he figured were
deliberately less enticing, so she could get a grip and make things last
longer (and he was right!); some things were experiments even for Jean, who
hadn't been eaten by a man in several years -- and the run-in with Candace
had been too quick and exciting to get any comparison data from.
Eventually, though, Jean directed him away from a hot target one time too
many, and Lon shifted straight from tongue fucking her to sucking her clit
on no notice -- and added a finger!  Jean surged over the top, "AAAAHHHH!!!
DAMN you, you sneaky bastard!!!!  Oh, GOD!!!!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UGGGHHH!"  She
had just enough time to realize she had been outmaneuvered before the shock
waves hit!

        Lon settled back, resting his sore tongue, working her pussy with a
finger in her pulsing vagina and his opposite thumb rubbing her clitoris.
Jean was right about ONE thing -- this was super hot, watching her get off!
Lon's cock was pulsing inside his trunks, just millimeters short of blowing
a load without even being touched!  Lon glanced over at Rick, who was
sheepishly rubbing himself through his shorts.

        Jean collapsed back into the chair, wasted.  "Enough!"  She pushed
away Lon's fingers.  "I guess you managed to pass.  Go away, you two, and
leave me alone for a while.  Lon, you can work on presentation for your
apology -- I'll listen to it next time I see you.  Now go!"  She waved
listlessly, and the boys got out of there.

        In the living room, Lon turned to Rick.  "Jeezus!  I could
jackhammer concrete with this thing!  I've GOT to get some relief!"

        "No shit!" Rick croaked.  Gazing back at the door to the den, he
added, "I don't think I'll ever look at her the same way again..."

        "Let's call Beth!" Lon suggested.

        "Cool!"  But THAT was the source of the unintentional irony in their
situation; when Toby answered the phone, it was to inform them that Beth was
working and wouldn't be home until after eleven p.m.!  That left Rick with
Candace, theoretically -- but actually, Candace was still smarting from the
previous day, and wasn't answering her phone -- and Lon with a whole lot of
nothing...

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