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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 26 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: exhib enema
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 26
"Mama! What are you DOING in there?" Terence roared, thumping on
the bathroom door.
"I'll be out in a minute!" Louise called, wiping her self down with
a bath towel. She'd been in the bathroom for a considerable period, what
with the shaving, and trimming her pubic hair, and the shower... One
bathroom for the four of them could get to be inconvenient. Throwing on a
light robe, she breezed out the door, "Sorry!"
"Thought I was gonna piss myself!" Terence grunted, rushing through
the door and banging it behind him. Damian sat at the kitchen table,
grinning from ear to ear as Louise turned toward her bedroom.
But he didn't stay there; instead, he followed her into her bedroom.
"Mama? You know, this thing we're doing -- you seem pretty comfortable
about it..."
'Shit!' Louise thought, but she turned a serenely innocent face
toward her younger son, "Oh?"
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Big Bro might not be lookin' any too
deep at this, but I am, and shit don't add up -- well, it does, but not if
you just count the cards that are showin'..."
Louise eyed Damian coolly. "So what are you thinking?"
"C'mon, Mama, come clean! Women don't just go out and do this kind
of shit solo -- not unless they've done it before!" He cocked his head.
"You didn't do this for US, did you? You did this for YOU!"
Louise sighed. "Sit down, Boy, and I'll tell you a few things."
She parked herself on the bed and he did likewise, half-turned to face her.
"You'd be right, all along the way. Your Pa was a player, back when. I put
up with it while we were dating -- but I hung horns on him, too -- and I
made damned sure he knew it! After we got married, the itch was still
there, but we'd made commitments; we needed ways to play that didn't involve
telling someone else you loved 'em, or whatever. Fortunately, things were a
little looser then... We stumbled onto a swinger's group -- and from there,
found another... They're all a little different, you know -- different
aims, different rules...Some are more social, some are just places to fuck
strangers. Some have too many men and not enough women... Anyway, we
played until I was probably seven months along with your big brother, then
stopped for a while; babies take up a lot of attention. They also cut into
your sex life -- you're always tired, and stuff. But it all lasts longer
for the mother than the father -- after a while, he starts feeling left
out... Terence was about six months old when your father started getting
itchy. I figured I would either have to step up to the plate, or else --
but it really went beyond that; he'd done without for long enough that he
felt he needed to catch up. So we went back to swinging -- once every
couple of weeks, at first. I still wasn't up for much -- I'd take on some
guy, and your Pa would shoot for three. The old group had changed, so we
drifted a bit; contacts from one group got you others. I was part of the
problem, I guess -- or your Pa was. He was taking more than his fair
share." She cocked her head. "Am I boring you, Boy?"
"Huh! Not likely!" Damian replied.
"Well, I'm makin' a short story long for a reason, maybe..." Louise
sighed. "Anyway, we got into this relatively small group -- a couple pf
players who were doing the more than one woman thing -- your Pa was
providing extra dick to keep the women in line, but obligations came with
it. One of the players took to wanting to have me basically to himself on
party nights -- your Pa noticed, but the other guy didn't -- or pretended he
didn't, anyway -- so he let it go; like I said, there were obligations."
She sighed. "Well, the guy started getting serious, to the point that I
couldn't ignore it and his women couldn't ignore it -- and that tore things
up, we got out of the group. But somewhere in there, my birth control
failed..." Louise shut up, suddenly, and sat back, waiting...
Damian wasn't stupid. It took about three seconds, before he
grunted, "Fuck..."
Louise sighed. "Of course, we didn't know it right away. And we
didn't know it when you were born. Shit, we don't KNOW it for sure now --
nobody's done a test... But you never did look like your Pa, and as you got
older, the differences got bigger and bigger..." She shook her head. "Your
Pa would never deny you -- and he's always done right by you -- but I'm sure
you've noticed the difference. You remind him of mistakes he made, and
mistakes I made -- and last year, that thing just reminded him too much of
that other guy..."
Damian nodded solemnly. Louise opened her mouth to continue, but at
that moment Terence, blithely unaware of the seriousness of the
conversation, stuck his head in the door. "I'm gonna shower now, okay?"
"Yeah, go get ready," Damian grunted, his voice rough. "Save me
some hot water."
"Sure..." Terence ducked out and the interruption was over.
"When was you gonna tell me?" Damian asked.
Louise looked her younger son in the eye and replied, "Never. Not
if I didn't have to."
"So I was a mistake..."
"Well, Terence was, too, if you look at it THAT way," Louise
replied. "Most kids are, these days. Your Pa considers that I turned up
pregnant by somebody else a mistake of mine -- but I wouldn't have been
there in the first place, except..." She shrugged. "As far as I'm
concerned, it was one of the breaks of the game. I'm happy with the result.
But your Pa lets things eat on him, and, well, last year was just too much.
I'm thinking that's a big reason why things are so bad, now..." She sighed.
"MY mistake was letting your Pa talk me into playing again in the first
place. You have to be big about things -- big in ways that don't come easy
to your Pa. He was always a little too worried about what other folk
thought..."
Damian was well aware of this -- and he saw it reflected in his big
brother. He nodded; some of what his mother had told him was going to take
some thought in the future -- but for now... "So why are you doin' this
now, if it's a mistake?"
Louise shrugged. "Swinging isn't a mistake -- and it wasn't then.
It's who you swing WITH. It's sort of like hanging out -- if you hang out
with the gangs, that can be a fuck-up..." She grinned. "Swinging was a lot
of fun, sometimes -- it depended on the group. I did a lot of shit I
remember fondly..."
"So, was it all straight sex? One on one?" Damian asked.
"Lord, no!" Louise chuckled. "Well, it depended on the group --
some groups, you just kinda paired up and went off -- just wife-swapping.
Others were orgy stuff -- you got there and found a pile and stuck yourself
in it -- and went with the flow..."
"Girl-girl stuff?" Damian asked. "What about Pa? Any guy-guy
stuff?"
"I've done gals," Louise admitted. "If guys do it, what's the big
deal? As for your Pa, well, the worrying about what other people thought
thing always got in his way. He liked blowjobs -- and I think he liked 'em
from guys better. But when it was time to give something back, he was
always slow to do anything and looking around to see who was watching."
"So did he blow any guys?"
Louise thought about it. "Usually, he'd duck off with a hand job,
lookin' around and acting guilty. I never saw him blow a guy, but I
remember we were in one group that went to a club with a sauna. This guy
blew him, and he enjoyed it a lot; later, I looked up and him and the guy
were gone -- and a bit later, he came back, said he'd been in the sauna.
But he acted weird... I remember we went to that group for a couple of
months, and he'd disappear every time and go to the sauna -- and every time,
he'd act all weird and guilty when he came back. I figure he blew some
guys, at least -- maybe did more than that..."
"More? Like what?"
"Your Pa likes to have his prostate massaged while he gets his dick
sucked. You know what that is?" Louise eyed her son.
"Stick a finger up..." Damian supplied.
"Uh huh," Louise nodded. "I think that once -- maybe twice -- he
got more than a finger in the sauna... I think that's why we quit going
there -- he was afraid someone would try to do something somewhere public
and bitch at him when he tried to pretend it wasn't his thing..."
"What do you think of that kind of thing?" Damian asked.
Louise cocked her head. "It's just sex, Boy -- unless you're
swappin' spit and getting' all emotional about it. Of course, guys your age
can't be doing that -- it gets you dumped on -- but it's probably no worse
than anything else... I imagine we're gonna do some interesting stuff today
-- but I bet you won't get into THAT! You and those other boys would have
to get REAL comfortable with each other before any of you will be doing that
kind of thing -- and besides, SOMEBODY has to start it... No, it'll be
months before you guys break THOSE barriers, if ever -- and at this point,
we don't know how long this is gonna last..." She simpered. "Too bad, too
-- it's kinda fun to watch, sometimes..."
"Mama!"
"What? I'm serious!"
"Serious?" Terence stuck his head through the door. "About what?"
"Nothing, Bro," Damian chuckled. "Done already?"
"You SAID to save you some hot water..." Terence replied.
"Cool. But you still don't want to stink..."
"HEY! I don't stink!" Terence argued.
"You do after a football game!" Damian laughed.
"Ain't played ball in a week or two..." Terence grinned.
"Well you have to shower, anyway..." Damian chided him.
"Hey, I'm done and YOU ain't! Why don't you hit the shower and let
Mama dress?" Terence shot back.
"Good idea. Thanks, Mama." Damian's look said the comment was more
than casual.
Louise smiled and nodded. "Hurry up -- we need to be at the
hospital soon." Damian nodded and headed out.
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An hour later, Beth met them at the hospital, driving a minivan
borrowed from Candace. She was wearing an open blouse and shorts over her
bathing suit. Louise was wearing similar, lugging a big antipasto salad;
Damian had opted for a sweat suit and Terence for baggy shorts and a muscle
shirt -- both over swim trunks... "Boys, this is Beth," Louise announced.
Both Carter boys gave Beth a visual exam -- which she failed, she
could tell. "You're a member of this group, then?" Terence asked.
"Yes."
"So..."
"I'm available, yes."
Terence nodded, thoughtful. Damian could read his mind; the thought
process was running something like, 'If this is it...' Damian held his
peace, merely nodding a greeting; he figured it was better to get a look at
the whole selection, rather than judging the whole deal off the first bitch
they laid eyes on...
Louise was beside herself. "Terence! Boy, that's just RUDE! Would
you treat ME like that?"
"Uh, no, Ma'am," Terence replied. Shifting his attention to Beth,
he added, "Sorry."
"It's all right," Beth replied -- but clearly it wasn't.
Louise took the front passenger seat; the boys the second row.
Louise's first order of business was a good scolding, "You boys better show
some manners! The secret to this kind of thing is to be polite and
easygoing -- nobody wants to have somebody who acts snobby and insulting
around! I went out on a limb for you two with this bunch, and we're guests;
you two need to be on your best behavior! We already covered this -- the
women in this group are MY age, not YOURS! They ain't gonna be swimsuit
models! On the other hand, girls your age are more concerned about how they
look than about getting a good fuck -- sorry, Beth -- but women MY age are
more interested in dick AND they know what they're doing! Take your pick!"
Beth giggled, something oddly girlish. "She's right, you know.
Most girls your age..."
Terence sucked the harangue in, frowning, trying to integrate it
with what he was seeing and adjust his expectations. Damian took it calmly,
"Yes, Ma'am."
The harangue allowed Beth to drive the group somewhat out of the way
without anyone remarking on it, which was a blessing. Now, Beth started
piloting them toward Candace's house via side streets, as planned. Louise
looked around, flicked a glance at Beth, and settled back; she knew what was
going on. "I'm sorry, Beth." Turning around, she let fly again. "Beth is
a friend of mine -- and without her, you wouldn't be here. The group isn't
particularly happy with her for opening the door to you -- she stuck her
neck out a yard, and thus far it hasn't been NEAR worth it to her! You owe
her, BIG time!"
"Sorry, Ma'am," Terence pushed out, aimed at Beth. "I didn't mean
nothin'."
Beth sighed. "Well, it's not the first time I've been passed over
at first sight..."
Louise shook her head. "I see I've been fucking up. You two need
to learn that if you pick your pussy out of catalogues you'll be sticking
your dick into trouble!"
"Mama," Damian murmured mildly. "Why are you cussin' like a
sailor?"
Louise sighed. "I'm trying to make a point, and I've only got a
short time to do it in -- so I'm emphasizing things..." She flicked a
glance at Terence.
"Okay, we get it -- don't we, Big Bro?"
"Yeh." But Terence's expression said 'no'.
Damian held up a hand to his mother and said quietly to Terence.
"Mama is sayin' that you don't judge a book by its cover. In this case, the
hotter a chick looks, the more likely she's gonna be a pain in the ass. If
you think about it, she's right. We need to not be acting like snobs, here,
and remember it's our dicks that are getting handled. You want a piece of
ass that looks good, or one that FUCKS good?"
"Both would be nice," Terence grunted.
"Yeah, well, you might only get to pick one," Damian replied mildly.
"We're here to fuck, Bro, not judge a beauty contest -- or, at least I
am..."
"Awright, awright..."
"Besides, she's got nice hooters..."
"Yeh." Sitting on the passenger side, Terence had a better view.
Beth DID have some big-ass tits. "You got nice, uh..." Terence started
before realizing that he was sticking his foot in his mouth.
Beth glanced up in the rearview mirror, divined the source of the
comment, and accepted it in the spirit that it was given, "Why, thank you!
Terence, isn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Call me Beth, Sweetie. In our group, we feel it's best to paper
over age differences. You're all men, and we're all women -- equal footing.
Understand?"
"Uh, yes, Beth," Terence got out. Damian snickered quietly, and got
a glare from his mother.
"Would you like to see more?" Beth pulled up at a stop sign and
deliberately tugged her swimsuit top down to her midriff, exposing her
breasts. "How's this?" She turned in the seat to face him.
Terence's eyes popped. "That's..." He swallowed loudly. "Real
nice..."
Beth dimpled, but turned around to face front and drive. "Maybe
you'll feel them up for me, later..."
"Uh huh..." Terence turned bugged eyes on his brother. The message
had sunk home -- this was no bullshit! They were going to see -- and fuck
-- real pussy! Turning his attention back to Beth, he croaked, "I'll be
sure to!"
"Oh, goody!" Beth exclaimed. The brothers shared an incredulous
glance. Damian hadn't seen it all very well, but Terence was lathered up,
so it must have been nice...
"How much longer?" Louise asked.
Beth noticed the word choice -- longer, instead of farther -- and
replied, "Just a couple of minutes." No need to mess around any further...
Moments later, they pulled into Candace's driveway. Beth re-seated her
swimsuit top and announced, "This is it!"
Beth suddenly realized that the introductions hadn't really been
planned for, so she made a judgment call: "I think the guys are probably
out back at the pool -- why don't you two go through the gate there to meet
them and I'll take your mother to meet the girls?"
The boys nodded and headed for the gate; Beth waved Louise toward
the front door. "I may have just goofed up, but we didn't talk about it..."
"Well, it probably works," Louise offered. "After all, they're
probably acquainted -- and we aren't. That makes it a one step at a time
thing..."
Beth nodded and opened the door.
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Damian was the first through the gate. Three guys looked up from
poolside; Damian only really recognized one of them. "Hi, Rick."
"Damian." Rick got up and walked over, offering his hand. Damian
took it; both of them were wary.
Terence recognized Rick, too -- and he recognized Lon Carpenter!
This was just a little bit embarrassing to him; Lon was one of the few guys
that Terence considered hot -- and therefore one of the few guys that
Terence had checked out in the shower...
But Lon didn't know that, so it didn't keep him from greeting
Terence heartily, "Hey, Terence." Lon, too, stuck out his hand; Terence
took it, gingerly.
Keeping his eyes averted, Terence murmured, "This is kinda weird..."
"Yeah," Lon agreed. "Well, hey, let's just deal with it, okay?
This is Toby..."
Terence eyed the guy; he didn't look like much -- kind of thin,
eyeglasses. "Hey."
Toby stuck out his hand and Terence took it for form's sake. Nobody
was surprised. Damian went through the motions, too, with more enthusiasm
and fewer preconceived notions, "I'm Damian."
"Hi." Toby nodded.
"So now what?" Terence asked.
"We wait, I guess," Lon replied. "The women are up to something or
another; they'll call us for lunch. You brought suits? Let's swim,
then..." Damian and Terence peeled off the outer layers and got down to
swim trunks and the five of them hit the pool.
Damian homed in on Rick. "So what's Toby's story?"
Rick grinned. "You'd be surprised. He's not much at school --
well, except as a brain, I guess. But he's a good guy, and, well, you'll be
surprised -- none of the girls give him any crap. Just keep an eye out once
things get started -- you'll see what I mean."
Damian eyed Toby as he put on his swim goggles, "So, like dynamite
in small packages?"
Rick snorted laughter. "Toby's got a pretty big package,
actually..."
Damian flicked Rick a look that said, 'No shit?' Rick nodded
wisely. Damian murmured, "You know how Terence is, Man. I'm gonna need to
say something..." Rick nodded and waved, and Damian waded over to his
brother, who was fumbling through a conversation with the swim team guy.
"Big Bro? Can we talk for a sec?"
"Awright." Terence nodded to Lon and let Damian draw him away a few
feet. "What is it? It probably ain't good, us keepin' to ourselves..."
"Been talkin' to Rick," Damian replied. "Don't crap on the little
guy. Apparently, there is a lot more to him that you're seein'."
Terence frowned, eyeing Toby. "Like what?"
"Dunno, exactly. Rick says the women don't give him any shit. And
that he's carrying serious meat..."
"You're shittin' me, right?"
"I don't think so. Rick don't usually run bullshit for a rap..."
"Awright." Terence continued to eye Toby. "I'll be cool." He
turned and headed back toward Lon. There wasn't no way that the little dude
was packing serious meat, but if Little Bro wanted him to give the little
guy a break, no problem... "So what do you think of this shit?" he asked
Lon.
"Well, it's hairy," Lon replied, honestly. "We weren't planning on
taking on new members. Everybody's kind of freaking, you know?"
"Yeh, I get that. Mama says we're probably gonna see her fuck
somebody today -- and THAT would be new..."
"It's a little freaky the first time," Lon admitted. "I don't know
if I've actually gotten used to it. We haven't been at this long..."
"How did it happen?" Terence asked. He couldn't for the life of him
figure out how you got to fuck somebody's mother...
"Well, it was my idea -- Mama kept dating younger and younger stuff,
and I was, you know, beating my meat..." Lon explained. Terence grunted,
more in surprise than agreement. "But Toby made it work; Rick's mama came
out to fuck with our heads and Toby just rolled right over her. After that,
our mamas sat up and took notice and the games were on for real..."
"Huh!" Terence grunted. "Toby?" He eyed the little guy again.
"Yeah. Toby. Doesn't look like much, does he?" Lon murmured.
"He's all brain and dick..."
"Huh!" For the second time in ten minutes, somebody was telling
Terence that the little guy was somebody you didn't shit on. Either they
were just covering the little shit, or something was up... "Fuckin'
weird..."
"Yeah, well, he's a handy guy to have around -- kept ME out of
summer school!" Lon laughed.
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Inside, Beth was introducing Louise. "Louise, this is Candace --
and this is Jean..." Candace approached warily and shook hands. Louise was
good-sized; tall, a little horse-faced -- not thick-featured, but more the
thin-faced aristocratic type -- long limbed, but carrying a little padding,
not tremendously busty, somewhere between herself and Beth, but somewhat
saggy-looking. She was somewhat pear-shaped; there was an ass back there,
and heavy thighs poking out of her shorts, but the calves were thin.
Louise saw a bleach-blond bimbo type -- except the expression said
she was smarter than that. Nice display of, well, just about everything in
a yellow bikini under a beach wrap. The boys were gonna drool over this
one.
"Hi." Jean sidled up on Candace's left and took Louise's hand.
Louise saw a really thin, freckled, blushing woman who was obviously a real
redhead. Not much on top -- just points, apparently, under the tank top --
ass cheeks not much bigger than softballs, coming out of the shorts she was
wearing... Add Beth and there was quite a variety...
"So I spoke to you?" Louise addressed Candace.
"Yes. I'm the bossy one -- but she argues all the time and, well,
just about everybody has input," Candace replied. "There were a bunch of us
on this end of the phone on Wednesday."
"So, what's on the agenda?" Louise asked.
"Things are pretty tentative," Candace replied. "We'll all try to
get comfortable over lunch, then go where things lead us." She eyed Louise
closely. "You've done this kind of thing before?"
"Yes."
"How prepared are you?"
"Sorry?"
"Well, there are three of us, and two boys to whom we represent new
meat -- but there is one of you, and three boys... We all prepared for, uh,
everything, you know? Even anally..."
"Oh!" Louise's eyes popped. "I didn't think of that..."
"Is it an issue?" Candace asked.
"Noooo..." If these three were prepared for anal sex, there was no
way that she, as the new member, was going to escape... "I've done that.
It's been a while, but I've been in 'anything goes' groups... I should have
thought about that... Somehow, I didn't think you'd gone that far."
"Most of us have," Candace replied, leaving out the list of who
hadn't. "As I said, since you're going to draw more attention, it's
probably smart. I've got some pre-packaged stuff..."
"Lead on..." As a nurse, Louise was THOROUGHLY familiar with
enemas, even if she wasn't in the habit of administering one to herself...
Candace turned toward the bathroom, waving for Louise to follow,
"Jean and I did each other, but Beth did herself. There are a couple on the
counter..." The other two had fallen in behind and Louise wondered
momentarily if they were planning something in the way of an initiation, but
Candace blithely continued, "You're a big girl -- I'm sure can do it
yourself. Ask for help if you think you need it..."
Louise found herself standing in the bathroom door, looking at two
bottled Fleet enemas and trying to decide whether she wanted to go it alone
or suffer the embarrassment of an assist. 'Hell, they're gonna see me,
anyway...' "Beth, could you give me a hand? It's doable solo, but probably
easier with help..."
"Sure..." Beth followed her into the bathroom.
Louise shucked out of her shorts and bikini bottoms. "You really
did this?" But a glance at the trash can revealed four empty disposables...
Beth nodded. "I used the bag and hose. Two quarts. But I'm a
masochist..."
Louise eyed her. "You are, aren't you?"
"Yes... Why don't you bend over the tub?" Beth requested. Louise
complied, feeling a bit silly. Beth didn't lube the nozzle; it wasn't THAT
difficult to insert. Louise suffered the invasion, then felt the cool
liquid drain into her bowel. "Both at once? Or one at a time?" Beth asked.
Louise considered the matter judiciously. "There are only two --
better do them separately."
"Good idea," Beth agreed. "It's in..." She extracted the tip and
tossed it in the trash. "Better wait a few..."
"Yes..." Louise agreed. "I have some questions; since we have the
time, maybe now is when they should be answered..."
"Like that?" Beth asked, referring to Louise's position.
"Might as well..." Louise replied. "I'm sure Candace and Jean
passed the time similarly... Pop open the door..."
Beth did so. "Louise has questions," she amplified for those
outside it.
"Okay." Candace stuck her head in the door; there Louise was,
bottom up... "Ask away, Hon."
"How did this all happen?" Louise asked, staring at the buff tile of
the tub/shower enclosure.
Candace sighed. "It was the boys' idea. I think Lon came up with
it, although it may have been my fault. I was chasing a lot of young
guys..."
Okay, that confirmed Beth's thumbnail description... "But who
started it? Just intent doesn't get you there, usually, or we'd ALL be
spread by thirteen..." Louise murmured.
"I did, I guess," Jean replied. "I overheard the original
conversation. I figured Candace would laugh at me if I told her without
supporting evidence, so I slid into a bikini and wandered out to see if I
would get hit on. I was watching for Candace's son Lon -- but Toby came out
of nowhere..." There was a pregnant pause. "The next thing I knew, he was
putting suntan oil on places that SHOULD have been covered -- and I wasn't
arguing..."
Candace snorted. "Too bad you're upside-down, Honey. Jean's the
most amazing shade of pink..." Everybody cackled, and Candace took up the
tale, "With Jean down, it was obvious that the boys were serious. I have to
admit that I was hot to make it happen, and so was Beth. Jean was the only
one of us with any sense -- and Toby already HAD HER number! We set up a
little pool party sort of like this one, and everybody ended up falling down
and getting dicked..."
"Candace! Gawd, can't you say anything about this without making it
sound gross?" Jean complained. Everyone else chuckled.
"So, how do you pair up? Do you draw lots, or something?" Louise
asked.
"No, it's by mutual agreement, more or less," Candace replied.
"We've had some issues, here and there, when someone wasn't interested, but
mainly it has just happened however it made sense at the time, thus far..."
"And two on one?" Louise asked. "That kind of thing?"
"Oh, yeah," Candace was blasé. "I have. Beth likes it that way.
Jean's... overdue -- aren't you, Hon?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah..."
The cramps were getting bad... "I think I'm ready for Round One,"
Louise grunted. "Y'all probably ought to back out for a few minutes..."
"Right." Candace grinned evilly. "Beth, you can stay with her --
we'll wait out here until the mess is cleaned up and Round Two has
started..."
Louise backed onto the toilet and erupted into the bowl. "So why
did she make you stay?" she gasped, flushing away the first flood.
"To punish me, no doubt," Beth replied, breathing through her mouth.
"She's serious about the Domme thing, then?"
"Uh huh. So am I," Beth related.
"Okay," Louise shrugged and got back to evacuating her bowel.
It took about ten minutes, but Louise pronounced herself ready for
Round Two, "Let's get it over with..." She got up, cleaned up, and draped
herself over the tub wall again. Beth administered the enema. "Want to
check on the others?" Louise grunted.
"Sure." Beth opened the door, but the other two had wandered off to
the kitchen and were preparing for the luncheon. "How is it going?" Candace
asked.
"We're into Round Two, Mistress," Beth replied.
"Good, I want to get this show on the road," Candace replied. "She
seems game..."
"I think so, Mistress," Beth agreed. "I've always liked her..."
Candace looked out the window at the pool area. "The boys haven't
killed each other or anything. The big one is hanging out with Lon and the
sharp looking one is with Rick..."
"That's good, isn't it?" Jean hoped.
"I think so. But Toby is kind of left out," Candace mused.
"That's general, at school," Beth sighed. "Maybe things will
change, later..."
"Maybe," Candace agreed. "Go make sure Louise isn't lonely."
"Yes, Mistress."
Ten minutes later, Louise was out, in one piece. Lunch was plenty
of time to see if she was finished with cleanup...
"Okay," Candace announced, "it's time to go outside, so we might as
well go out the way the boys are dressed..." With that, she pulled off the
beach wrap -- which hadn't been much, anyway. "C'mon, we can toss this
stuff down in my room." She led the way to her bedroom.
Beth shrugged out of her blouse and shorts, revealing her
conservative bikini. Jean flipped her tank top over her head, and stooped
to step out of her shorts, revealing her tiny blue bikini. "You go, Girl!"
Louise laughed. "My God, where did you get that itty bitty thing?"
Blushing, Jean named a clothing store that generally catered to teens.
"Well, it's a lot hotter than THIS old thing!" Louise chuckled, as she got
out of her shorts, revealing a relatively staid white and sea foam patterned
bikini.
"Yeah, but it embarrasses her to death any time somebody says
something," Candace chuckled. "She wears it because Toby likes it -- not
that the other boys don't, too..." She waved at the door, "Let's go."
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Moments later, Lon glanced up from his place hanging on to the deep
end of the pool, "Here they come..." He levered himself up out of the
water.
Terence glanced up; there was Mama and three white bitches, lugging
lunch, apparently. The woman in front carrying the sandwich plate was blond
with dark roots, but looked pretty decent in a yellow string bikini. The
second one was this little skinny redhead carrying chips and mustard and
stuff. Third was Mama in a bathing suit Terence hadn't seen her in for a
while, carrying the salad bowl with some paper plates and stuff on top, and
last was Beth, wearing the suit she'd apparently had on under her clothes in
the van; Terence recognized the top. Beth was lugging a cooler and a
pitcher of tea. They all stopped at the patio table and started setting
stuff out, and the bleached blonde woman yelled, "Lunch!"
Lon reached down and gave Terence a hand getting out onto the pool
deck; Rick, Toby, and Damian used the stairs at the shallow end. Everybody
converged on the table; when they got there, the blonde said, "Okay, I think
introductions are in order. I'm Candace; I'm Lon's mother." Terence
flicked a glance at Lon and nodded -- Jeezus, the dude had EVERYTHING,
INCLUDING a hot mama!
"I'm Jean," the little redhead stuttered. "I'm Rick's mom."
Mama took her turn. "I'm Louise. I'm Damian and Terence's mama."
Beth dimpled. "You boys already met me -- I'm Beth, and I'm Toby's
ma." Terence nodded at her; it looked like the little guy, Toby, had been
short-sheeted again -- Beth had nice hooters and shit, but the others looked
nicer, out of the gate...
Lon took over. "I'm Lon..." He shrugged; relationships had been
set already.
"I'm Rick," Rick waved.
Damian inserted himself; Mama had gone third. "I'm Damian."
Terence looked at the little guy and waved his hand; Toby muttered,
"I'm Toby."
"And I'm Terence," Terence grunted.
"Okay, THAT's over with! Let's eat!" Candace announced. Everyone
gathered around the table, passing just enough words to be polite while they
got food and drink. The women settled in the chairs at the table around the
umbrella, leaving the males to use the various loungers.
Damian plopped next to Rick, sideways on a plastic lounger. "Does
the blonde always run things?"
Rick glanced up. "Candace? Yeah, if you let her. Toby doesn't."
He grinned at Toby, who grinned back.
"So how does HE do it?" Damian asked.
"Ask Toby -- I dunno."
Damian shifted his attention to Toby, who shrugged. "I don't,
either, frankly -- it's a gift. All I know is it works; when push comes to
shove, Candace knuckles under." Damian shook his head. Toby added, "You'll
probably notice that there is a pecking order. Candace runs Ma. Jean
argues a lot, but Candace generally wins. Us guys do what we have to --
they're our mothers, after all... I stay out of it unless I think Candace
has stepped over the line -- or she needs a reminder..."
Damian nodded. Earlier, Toby hadn't seemed like much; now,
perfectly calm, he was obviously in control of the situation they were
discussing. Around guys, Toby wasn't impressive -- but he was obviously
VERY confident where women were concerned... "What about Jean?"
The question was asked of Toby, but Rick was the one who answered,
chuckling. "Mom has the hots for Toby -- he doesn't own her, maybe, but she
wishes he did..." Toby eyed Rick looking disgusted. "Well, it's true!"
Rick responded defensively, adding, "We had problems for a while, because
Mom didn't want to fuck Lon -- she only wants to fuck Toby." Turning to
Toby, he asked, "Is that shit over, Man?"
"It better be," Toby replied calmly, "I told her she wasn't getting
any more until she spreads it around..."
Damian eyed the little guy with the glasses with new respect. When
he talked about having a woman twice his age chasing him shamelessly, the
guy was totally matter-of-fact...
"So," Terence asked Lon, "Who's the better fuck?"
Lon snickered. "You'd be surprised, Man. I can't fuck Mama, so I
can only talk about Jean and Beth -- but from my experience, Beth's got it,
hands down. Rick's had Mama, and I think he agrees."
"What about Toby?" Terence asked.
"Toby's only had Mama and Jean -- he's on a different playbook. We
don't do our own..." Lon eyed Terence, asking the question with his
expression.
"We don't, either," Terence answered. "Shit, this is the first time
fucking and Mama have even come up in the same sentence..."
"So it's all new?" Lon asked. Terence nodded. "Well, don't feel
pregnant or anything -- we haven't been at it long. A little over a week
ago, I was a virgin -- and that goes for ALL the guys!"
"No shit?" Terence asked. "I got one..."
"I heard you knocked her up on the first pass," Lon chuckled
admiringly.
"Yeh," Terence nodded. "I was in deep shit for a while."
"And Damian? Are the rumors true?" Lon asked.
"Yeh. Dumbass opened his mouth and pissed off three chicks at the
same time. Bitches got him basically blackballed -- pussy won't go near
him. He told every one of 'em that they was the only one..." he snorted.
Lon chuckled, too. "Hell hath no fury..."
"Yeah, no shit."
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"So, tell me..." Louise asked.
"Who's best?" Candace grinned. "Toby. Rick's no slouch, but..."
Louise shifted her attention to Jean, who blushed furiously, "Toby."
"Jean has to be threatened with a baseball bat to get her to look
elsewhere..." Candace murmured dryly.
Louise turned to Beth, arching her eyebrow. "Lon," Beth replied.
"Rick is nice, and he lasts a while, but I really like Lon. Of course, I
haven't HAD Toby..."
Louise turned her attention to the small guy with the eyeglasses.
"What about size?" she asked.
"Toby." It was unanimous.
"No shit?" Louise asked, surprised.
"Not even close," Candace replied, measuring out a surprising length
between her hands. "None of them has anything to be ashamed of, but Toby's
all cock..."
"Really..." Louise mused. "You girls make Rick sound... limited..."
"That wouldn't be fair," Candace replied. "He's carrying over six
inches, and he uses it VERY well! But Toby's carrying over eight -- maybe
nine!"
"No way!" Louise turned wondering eyes on the small boy.
"Way!" Jean replied. "He's twice as big as Hugh..."
"Hugh?"
"Her dead husband," Candace filled in. "Beth and I are divorced;
Jean is a widow."
Louise nodded. "I'm neither, yet, but divorce looms. The old man
HAS to be getting it elsewhere... We're just living under the same roof for
convenience's sake, at this point..."
"Well, we're going to need to catch him, then," Candace replied.
"Can't have him going nuts on us."
Louise merely nodded. "So how do you suggest that I handle things?" she
asked, eyeing the boys.
"Let them shake it out," Candace advised. "You can limit things
however you like -- we're consensual." She flicked a glance at Jean. "What
about us?"
"I imagine that you two will get the boys first," Louise replied.
"The boys embarrassed the shit out of me over how they treated Beth."
Candace shrugged, eyeing the boys. "They're boys -- they're going
to go for looks. Beth is an acquired taste; she'll catch up." The boys had
just about polished off all of the sandwiches... "It'll be time to get this
show on the road, soon..." She took another bite of salad.
"How do you kick things off?" Louise asked.
"Well, we don't have any traditions, I don't think..." Jean offered.
"Maybe we should just all go to the rec room and, you know, pull off our
clothes..." She went pink.
But Candace was thinking about it... "Actually, we DO have a
tradition or two for pool activities... Are you all done eating?" She
swept her eyes around the group and got nods. "They're done -- if we don't
distract them, they'll start eating the furniture..." This brought
chuckles, and at least one "Growing boys..." "Okay, follow my lead," she
murmured, standing up. "Boys, I'm going to need a chair -- and I'm going to
need oiling!" She headed toward the loungers.
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