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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 36 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 ir M-dom Fmm mc

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 36

        Upstairs, Candace's diligence was bearing fruit.  "Awright," Damian
gasped tensely, "I'm close!  Take it deep, or take it in your mouth, but
don't spill any!"

        Candace bobbed deeply two more times, then backed off until she was
holding Damian's swollen glans only, working her tongue around it to keep
him going -- but it wasn't enough.  "Keep moving!" Damian grunted.  "Gimme
some face!"  Candace rode up and down his shaft, not going for full
penetration, but keeping the stimulation going -- she DAMN SURE didn't want
to get him frustrated so he would decide to do her ass!

        Redoubled effort paid off.  "YAAAH!" Damian growled, and started
blasting cum into her mouth.  Candace swallowed; she really wasn't into
drinking cum, but fighting with Damian about it was a sure way to screw
up...

        That done, there was no requirement to do anything much else;
Candace dropped her head onto Damian's thighs and concentrated on what he
was doing for her -- which was mostly fingering her vagina with one hand and
rubbing her clitty with the other.  "That was good," Damian approved.

        Candace grimaced.  "Thanks."

        "Is there a problem?" Damian asked coolly.

        "I don't swallow."

        "You do for Toby," Damian reproved, "and you do for me."

        Candace rolled off and sat up facing him.  "So what's up?" he
growled.

        "Well, that wasn't..." Candace muttered.

        "Oh," Damian replied.  "Well, maybe you can teach me a couple of
things..."

        "Maybe," Candace agreed, distracted.  "Do you think you could tone
things down when we're in public?  Please?"

        "So, it's please and thank you now, is it?" Damian grunted.  "Okay,
so, what's the problem?  Oh, I get it -- you don't want Big Bro and Rick
gettin' ideas..."

        "Well, yes," Candace agreed.  "And there's Beth..."

        "She's smarter than that, I think," Damian grunted.  "She knows
where she is in the pecking order."

        "Well, still..." Candace insisted.

        Damian shrugged.  "What's in it for me?"

        "I... won't hide," Candace replied.  "And I'll do as I'm told."

        Damian cocked his head.  "That's a whole lot of nothin'.  I can get
around you hiding -- and you're gonna do as you're told ANYWAY!"

        "Well, maybe, but wouldn't it be better..."

        "If you didn't buck and roar?" Damian finished for her.  "Maybe,
maybe not."  He eyed her.  "How about you make it unnecessary in public?"

        "Meaning?"

        "You come over and offer it, and I'll pretend to be grateful and not
make waves."

        "Every time?"

        "Yeah."  He eyed her, waiting.

        "Won't that be saying something?"

        "Could be.  Might take a while for everybody to notice, though."
Damian smiled thinly.

        "You're not giving up much," Candace noted.

        "Not my job," Damian replied evenly.  "Givin' it up is YOUR job!"
Candace grimaced.  "So, where's that smiling face you're gonna put on in
private?" he pressed.

        "Did we agree to anything?"

        "Maybe not."  He reached out and put his hand on her waist.  "That
being the case, I'll wait until next time we're in public to butt-fuck you."

        "Damian!"

        "You're not here to win!" he barked, "and I'm not here to negotiate!
You want something, you give me good reason to make it happen!"

        "But..."

        "Shut up and lie back!" Damian levered himself up to bolt upright
and pushed her over backwards with a hand between her breasts, then rotated
so that his face was in her crotch.  "Now, tell me what I SHOULD have been
doin'!"

        Surprised, Candace squeaked "Okay!"

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        Toby knocked on the door at the Carter home -- at least, he HOPED it
was the Carter place -- the directions had been a little vague.

        It was.  Louise opened the door in a frilly housecoat, "Hi Baby."

        "Hi."  Toby followed Louise back to her kitchen.  "Did you get
enough sleep?"

        "I'll be fine," Louise smiled.  So polite...  "Coffee?"

        "No thanks -- it's late in the day for me.  A Coke, maybe?"

        "Sure."  Louise collected a can from the refrigerator.  "Ice?  A
glass?"

        "The can is fine."

        Louise gave it to him, got herself some coffee, and settled into the
chair -- leaving Toby pretty sure that the robe was all she was wearing in
the process.  Certainly, when she bent to offer the can -- and again when
she sat -- he got a drop shot through her cleavage that probably included
her navel...  "So, Baby, you had some questions?"

        Toby had been trying to figure out how he would get where he was
going with this all night, but nothing much had surfaced.  Still, he had an
entry point...  "I understand that you did this kind of thing before --
swinging, I mean.  The rest of us are kind of new at it, you know?  I was
thinking that there are probably some pearls of wisdom you could provide..."

        The line of questioning was a vague surprise, but not a problem.
"Okay," Louise settled back in her seat and took a sip.  "Like what?"

        "Well, how secret was the average group you were in?  We don't seem
to be doing that well -- and it's not just you I'm talking about..."  Toby
went on to relate the troubling news that both Rick and Lon had apparently
settled on younger targets.

        Louise absorbed this.  "You're worried about what they'll tell these
girls, right?"

        "Big time," Toby agreed.  "I don't see much less than total honesty
if they really end up doing relationships with these chicks."  This was a
sidetrack, but, hey...

        "Tell me about the girls."

        "Well, one is a big, husky chick -- not bad looking, just big.  I
can basically see what Lon is up to.  She isn't popular -- kind of shy --
not really the kind of Grade A stuff that Lon OUGHT to be able to get, but
Beth seems to have left Lon with a taste for bigger girls..." Toby related.
"The other one is this skinny little chick that does the Goth thing.  Aside
from the fact that they have really neat fights, I'm not seeing what the
attraction is for Rick."

        Louise nodded, thinking about it.  "Are they bitches?"

        "Well, this Teela -- the Goth chick -- is kind of prickly, but I
think I'd have to say no," Toby guessed.

        "Well, if she's doing the Goth thing, it's to get attention," Louise
advised.  "If Rick is giving her attention, she may get a whole lot less
prickly."  She mused for a moment.  "Most times, you're not gonna find out
about a swing group unless you're looking for one -- hard. Groups tend to be
made up of couples -- or whatever -- who are at least generally in agreement
about what they're doing.  Outsiders tend to be male -- they're a lot less
picky about how they're getting sex, and more likely to do whatever it takes
to get in."  She pulled a face.  "Women tend to be a whole lot bitchier over
the whole thing -- they're more territorial."

        Toby grimaced.  "That's where I get worried.  These girls don't have
to like what's going on -- and they won't want to play.  It just seems...
dangerous."

        Louise nodded.  "It is, Baby -- but maybe Rick and Lon are playing
it right.  They seemed to have picked girls who have a lot to gain by doing
whatever it takes to keep 'em, you know?  If they do things just right..."

        "You're saying that Sally and Teela might put up with the group
because making a fuss would be stupid?"

        Louise nodded.  "They'd be cutting off their noses to spite their
faces, you know?  Especially this Sally -- Lon's an important character,
isn't he?  If she tossed Lon because he's been sleeping with a bunch of old
broads, she's kind of throwing out the baby with the bath water."

        "Well, if she disapproves..." Toby countered.

        "On high-moral grounds?" Louise raised an eyebrow.  "It sounds to me
like she can't afford it.  Frankly, Baby, a LOT of girls can't, whether they
let you believe otherwise, or not..."  She smiled.  "If Lonnie plays his
card right, this Sally will end up spreading for YOU to keep her man..."

        Toby rolled his eyes.  "I've got enough problems...  What about this
Teela?"

        "She's a hurt puppy, I'll bet," Louise replied.  "If Rick is giving
her what she needs, I'd bet it is a case of anything goes; on the other
hand, if he dumps on her, she could be a problem.  But if she's as wild as
you say, people aren't gonna spend a whole lot of time believing anything
she says about someone she's pissed off at."

        "Still, they're a vulnerability," Toby grunted.  "Two out of how
many?  Your husband, for instance..."  It was time to put things back on
track.  "He'd freak, I bet."

        "Yeah," Louise agreed.  "There is a little bit of bitch in him --
he's territorial.  He also wants to look like a big man, so it's okay for
him to put horns on me, but NOT okay for me to put them on HIM."

        "How did that work when you were swinging?" Toby asked.

        "Well, it didn't, sometimes," Louise replied.  "You need to be a
grown-up to swing -- and a lot of people aren't.  A lot of people can't
distinguish between love and sex -- we've talked about that, haven't we,
Baby?  Anyway, he had that down, maybe, but he's got ego issues -- and
sometimes that kind of thing doesn't work, either."

        "What kinds of things did the groups participate in?" Toby asked.

        "Depends on the group," Louise answered.  "Some groups, it's just
wife-swapping, period.  You take her man and she takes yours and you go off
and try each other out.  Others are three or four to a bed, everybody
getting a charge out of watching others.  Some are REALLY open -- everybody
does whatever and whoever, and there are no lines..."

        "Bi stuff?" Toby prompted.

        "Been there, done that," Louise replied.

        "Does it bother you?  What about your husband -- Fred?" Toby asked.

        "Me?  No.  Fred?  Fred never let himself get caught on the bottom.
He didn't like getting seen doing anything that wasn't macho," Louise
replied.

        "Do you think he did it, anyway?"

        "I think so, maybe," Louise drawled.  "What are you up to, here?"

        "Well, what if he still is?  Hidden, but it's happening?  It would
be a pretty good piece of blackmail..."

        "Do you know something?" Louise asked, her eyes narrowed.

        "Not that," Toby replied.  "I'm guessing."

        "Well, you didn't get there on your own," Louise guessed.  Was Toby
into bi-sex?

        "What about Terence and Damian?" Toby asked.  "Would you freak if
they were doing bi stuff?"

        "Spill, Baby.  Get it out..." Louise prompted.

        "I... stumbled onto it," Toby said cautiously.  "They don't know.
They were with Mama and, well, Terence was 'way too interested in deep
throat.  And enemas."  He paused.  "Mama would rather die than tell anyone;
she didn't tell me.  But I discovered it."

        "So, what are they doing?" Louise asked.

        "Have I started something?" Toby wanted to know.

        "Meaning am I gonna throw a conniption?" Louise retorted.  "No.  But
it doesn't sound like they're covering their asses..."

        "I've said nothing anywhere else," Toby declared.  "And I don't
intend to.  But as far as I'm concerned, we don't need blackmail pics of you
to cover the guys, now..."

        Louise rubbed her face.  "You'd be right -- especially with
Terence."

        Toby nodded.  "That's sort of where I started drawing parallels.
Terence is a lot like his dad, isn't he?"  Louise nodded.  "Well, he's the
one that's the furthest down the road.  The way I get it, Damian may have
started it, and he's been upping the ante -- but it's because he figures
eventually he'll be on top..."

        Louise grimaced.  "I probably gave him some ammunition the other
day, too -- told him his Pa might be in the closet...  Did you hear that,
too?"

        "Yeah.  A lot of stuff came out.  I probably shouldn't have been
peeping -- but if I'd joined them, it would have killed their fun -- and I
couldn't walk away..." Toby admitted.

        "So what are they doing?"

        "Giving head, basically.  Damian's been slowly dragging Terence
along -- but Terence is into it, more or less."  He grinned.  "Mama's
teaching him deep throat."  He shrugged.  "I gather that they're doing some
equal time thing -- or were.  Part of the argument was the fact that Damian
didn't want to learn deep throat."

        Louise nodded.  "And that made Terence look a little more queer..."

        "Uh huh."  Toby nodded.  "When it came out that Damian wanted anal,
eventually -- preferably without giving any up -- that bent Terence all out
of shape..."

        "Speaking of Terence..."  Behind Toby, the door banged.  "Come here,
Boy!" Louise called.

        "Mama?"  Terence stuck his head in the door.

        "Where's your brother?"

        "With Candace," Terence grinned.

        "How'd he manage that?" Louise gave her son the fish-eye.

        "We, uh, tricked her some," Terence said carefully.  "She thought
she was gettin' me."

        "That isn't nice, Boy -- and it might cut into your fun in the
future!" Louise admonished.

        "They was okay!" Terence retorted defensively.  "She just needed to
know she couldn't duck him, is all!"

        "Well, she probably won't believe you, next time!" Louise pointed
out.

        "I got Beth," Terence replied indifferently.

        "She owns Beth's holes, too, Boy!  Wake up and smell the coffee!"

        "Oh," Terence grunted.  "Shit."

        "You fucked up!" Louise declared.  "Now if you can't wheedle pussy
off of Jean, you're gonna have to settle for getting your dick sucked..."
Her eyes popped and she covered her mouth.

        Toby watched Terence turn an interesting shade of dark, pinkish grey
while his eyes traveled from his mother to Toby and back.  'Uh oh,' Toby
thought, watching Terence try on different scenarios...

        Louise, realizing that it was up to her, leaped into the breach,
supplying the official answer, "You think I don't know what you two been
doin', Boy?  Just because I didn't say anything...  Besides, it ain't the
end of the world -- you like pussy, right?"

        "Yeah."  Terence nodded.

        "Then you're just playing both sides -- swingers do that, sometimes.
We were talking about that kind of thing when you came in."

        "Well, okay, but why...?" Terence flicked his eyes to Toby.

        Louise grimaced.  "I slipped up.  I'm sorry, Boy -- we were talking
about related stuff when you came in -- we were talking about swinging and
how things are looser when you swing -- and I just blurted it, since it was
on my mind."

        "Your secret is safe with me," Toby interjected.

        "So, your mama didn't..." Terence confirmed.

        "No, she wouldn't do that.  She knows?" Toby pretended surprise.

        "Yeah."

        "How did that happen?" Toby asked for both of them.

        "Well, I dunno -- Beth and I hit it off...  I kind of got too
interested in the mechanics, you know?  I kinda outed myself.  She was cool
about it and offered to help..."

        "You doin' more than sucking dick?" Louise asked.

        "Mama!" Terence, pained, glanced at Toby.

        "You thinking he won't find out?" Louise raised an eyebrow.

        Toby eyed him, "You were fascinated with enemas..."

        Terence looked away, "Things haven't gone that far."

        "But they're moving..." Louise hazarded.

        "Mama!"

        "I probably helped it along, Boy," Louise sighed.  "Your brother
asked me some questions about your Pa's and my swinging days and I told him
I figured he'd gone the distance, but kept it secret even from me because it
wasn't something he wanted folk to know."

        "Well, I don't want anyone knowin' that kinda thing, either, so I
think we've gone as far as we're gonna," Terence rasped.  "In fact..."

        "Boy, you're going about this all wrong!" Louise interjected.
"There ain't anything wrong with that stuff, per se.  If you're worried
about your rep, don't -- as long as you keep it in the group, you'll be
fine.  Hell, you did me a favor -- now the group has a handle on you!"

        Terence rubbed his face.  "I don't want folk to have a handle on
me..."

        "Well, it's too late for that," Toby replied, "but you know, the
group is about helping you get experience.  Now that I know, I can help..."

        "How?" Terence eyed him suspiciously.

        Toby shrugged.  "I guess it all depends on what you want..."

        "Right now, I'm not sure I want a damned thing..." Terence grunted.

        "Boy, you're just like your Pa -- letting what other folk might
think get in the way of what you're doing.  You need to lighten up," Louise
advised.

        "If this shit gets out..." Terence whined.

        "You big baby!  Who's gonna tell?  Toby?  Think about what you know
about Toby!  Beth?  I don't think so!" Louise rasped.  "Now settle your ass
down!"

        "Well, it's Little Bro, too -- that's..."

        "Incest?" Louise finished.  "That's a problem, all right -- but
maybe Toby can help you find someone else..."

        "Like who?" Terence asked truculently.

        "Got someone in mind?" Toby spread his hands.  "I might at least be
able to help you find out if it's possible..."

        "I dunno..." Terence looked away.

        "So there IS someone..." Louise interjected.

        "MAMA!"

        "Well, stop being such a big p--..."  Belatedly, Louise realized
that her choice of words was poor.

        Terence's eyes bulged.  "I'm outta here!"

        "Boy!  Wait a minute!  We've got other problems!" Louise called
after him.

        Fuming, Terence returned slowly.  "Like what?"

        "Like your Pa," Louise replied.  "If he hears about this..."

        Terence shook his head.  "I shoulda never let Damian..."

        "Well, you did -- and it worked for you -- so leave it," Louise
advised her son.  "It's just another reason we need a handle on your Pa."

        Terence grimaced.  "Yeah."  Thus far, he'd avoided getting into
this...

        "Do you know anything?" Louise prompted.

        "I don't think he's doing anything -- right now..." Terence said
slowly.  "That secretary -- I think she stopped seein' him."

        "We need something good," Toby declared.  "Catching him doing
something homosexual would have been nice, but we're going to have to look
elsewhere, maybe.  Got any ideas?"

        Terence grimaced, realizing that he was shifting alliances for real,
now.  "Well, sometimes Pa likes to brag; I'll probably find out when he
finds something else..."  He looked away from his mother, not happy with the
implied admission that he knew what his father was doing.

        "You let me know, Boy -- it's YOUR ass you'll be covering, too,
now..." Louise rubbed it in.  "Are we done with this for now?" she asked
Toby.

        "I guess," he shrugged.  Turning to Terence, he added, "I'm serious,
Man.  You're covered, where I'm concerned, and if I can come up with
something..."

        "What about..." Louise began.

        Toby's eyes flicked back and forth.  "I'm pretty straight, I think,
even though I'm open-minded about it."

        Louise shrugged.  "When you swing..."

        "Well, maybe, under the right circumstances," Toby allowed.

        Louise shook her head, smiling.  "You boys -- you don't think
anything about watching two women get it on, but the minute it involves
YOU..."  Turning to her son, she asked, "You want to watch?  You can jerk
off, or whatever..."

        Terence thought about it -- this was kind of out there...  "Maybe...
Where?"

        "Not the kitchen.  If your Pa comes home..."  Her bedroom didn't
really appeal, either.  "How about your room?  Your Pa won't go there -- at
least, not before we hear him banging around.  And Toby would have an excuse
to be there..."

        "Okay."  'THIS is weird...'  Terence led the way to the room he
shared with his younger brother.

        Once there, Louise lost no time shrugging out of the house coat,
revealing that she was indeed naked beneath it.  Then she knelt and went to
work on Toby's jeans.  Toby kicked out of his shoes and helped here and
there; Terence, at loose ends, plopped on the task chair in front of his
computer.

        Mama was okay, for getting up there in age, Terence decided.  Sure,
her tits were a little shrunken-looking and had slid down her chest a bit,
and she was kinda thick here and there, but she could get his dick up --
Hell, it WAS up!  Terence shifted the bulge tenting his sweatpants.

        Meanwhile, Louise got Toby out of his jeans and tugged his underwear
to his ankles, revealing his half-erect cock.  Terence eyed it, wondering
where such a little fucker got a horn like that...  Louise looked up, "It's
okay, Boy -- pretend it's a porn flick.  We don't mind, do we Toby?"

        "I guess not..." Toby responded.  He watched while Terence warily
fished out his meat.

        "C'mon, y'all been in the same room fucking before..." Louise
cajoled, then shut up -- or, rather, filled her mouth with Toby.  Toby
hissed in pleasure as Louise's mouth engulfed him.

        "Yeah..." Terence grunted, distracted, slowly jacking himself.  This
was some strange shit -- but it was HOT!

        Louise demonstrated that she was an accomplished cock-sucker for
thirty seconds or so -- bringing Toby to full extension -- before backing
off and commenting, "Toby's got some amazing meat, don't he, Boy?  You do
deep throat?  He's a challenge..."

        "Yeah..." Terence replied distractedly.  "Uh, no -- well, Beth is
trying to teach me..."  His one-eyed trouser snake was popping in and out of
its den regularly as his hand slid back and forth.

        "This bigger than Damian's?" Louise asked.  "It's circumcised, too
-- you seen that before?"

        "No." Terence grunted.

        "Well, you don't HAVE to sit yourself 'way over there, you know.
Come over here and learn something!" Louise coaxed.

        Toby was pretty clear regarding what Louise was up to; while this
would give him some power over Terence, he didn't want it to go TOO far.
Still, he would watch and wait -- it would be pretty easy to kill...

        Terence, on the other hand, was apparently oblivious.  He rolled the
task chair over next to his mother so he could watch closely as she sucked
Toby's cock, working the head, then taking it deep.  "You Jewish?" he asked.

        "No," Toby replied.  "Mom says that the hospital where I was born
supported the idea that it was cleaner and easier to take care of -- nothing
gets up underneath the foreskin."

        "Oh," Terence nodded, his eyes on his mother at work, "Yeah, I can
see that.  It can get nasty up in there -- tastes..."  He caught himself and
glanced up at Toby.

        Louise rescued the situation.  "Bet you're being more careful about
cleaning it now, aren't you, Boy?"

        "Yeah," Terence replied sheepishly.

        Louise sucked Toby's glans in then came off of it with a pop.  "Big
'un, isn't it?"

        "Yeah," Terence mused.  "Does circumcising make 'em bigger?"

        Toby chuckled.  "The worry was that it might make it smaller!"

        "Wanna try it?" Louise cajoled, eyes alight.

        "Naah, I don't think so," Terence waved his hands in negation.

        "C'mon, we both know...  You're not letting anything slip, here --
might as well enjoy yourself!" Louise pressed.

        "Mama, I..." Terence sputtered.

        Louise reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck, "Look,
Boy -- I dealt with your pa for years, and I know when he's bullshitting me
-- and YOU'RE bullshitting me!"  She pulled his head down close to hers.
"Get a look at that!  You sure you want to pass it up?"

        Toby's cock filled Terence's vision.  It was a sweet dick, all right
-- but Terence was scared to death!  "I -- I..."

        "It won't bite!  Here, watch!"  Louise sucked it in, taking the head
and backing off, then diving in to take about half of the shaft.  "See?  I'm
still alive...  It's different than Damian's isn't it?"

        "Yeah."  Terence started to relax.

        "This is swinging, Boy.  It's education.  Just relax...  How is it
different from Damian's?"

        "Well, color..."  Toby's cock had this huge, purplish head.
Damian's was basically shades of brown and black, not pinkish.  "He's real
purple.  And of course, Damian's got a foreskin..."

        "C'mon down here, join your mama.  You're all bent over on that
damned chair..."  Louise gave him a tug and he dropped off the chair, which
rolled backwards.  "What else?"

        Terence cocked his head.  "I don't think Damian's balls are that
big.  Mine are though, maybe."  Unconsciously, Terence started fisting his
meat again.

        Louise hefted Toby's scrotum.  "They're good-sized.  Here..."  She
palmed them, offering them to Terence.

        Terence reached out before he thought about it; Louise pulled her
hand away, then reached under him and cradled his scrotum.  "Huh.  Yeah,
about the same size..."

        "Mama!" Terence all but shrieked, galvanized.

        "Oh, relax -- we aren't fucking!" Louise chided.  "Just thought I'd
get a check..."

        "Well..."  Terence was thoroughly flustered.

        Louise didn't help; now that he was completely off guard, it was
time to press.  "You're playing with his balls, so you might as well give
him a suck..."  She pushed Toby's cock into Terence's face.  Terence's mouth
dropped open in surprise, and Louise pushed him by the grip she still had on
his neck.

        Terence overbalanced and had to catch himself by grabbing Toby's
thighs -- but he got a mouthful of cock...  He looked up at Toby, thoroughly
humiliated.

        Meanwhile, Louise reached down and started jacking Terence.  "C'mon,
Boy, stop fooling around and get on with it.  You know you want to and WE
know you want to -- just get on with it!"

        "It's okay, Man," Toby soothed.  "I'm not gonna tell anybody.  It's
an experiment -- I've never been sucked by a guy, either..."

        "Sucking dick is kind of unisex," Louise muttered.  "Anybody can do
it.  Frankly, so's taking it in the ass..."

        Terence eyed his mother as best he could, amazed.  This had gone a
LOT further than expected!  But he was sucking Toby's dick...  He
concentrated on the length in his mouth.  It tasted different from Little
Bro's, and it seemed to be a little stiffer.  Not having to fuck with a
foreskin was different, too.  He backed off and tried a couple of tongue
swipes along the bottom.  "How's that?"

        "Nice," Toby admitted.  He hadn't planned to go this far, but Louise
was driving and neither of them had been prepared for how determined she
was.  The whole combination was unprecedented for both of them; Terence had
been dismissive of Toby, and Toby certainly never expected to feel the big
black tackle's mouth around his cock...  Terence managed to look resigned as
he went ahead and got into it, working Toby's glans and pulling in some of
his shaft, running him in and out past his thick lips.

        Louise was wondering vaguely what had come over her -- but she was
wildly excited by this whole thing!  She knew that technically she probably
shouldn't be jacking Terence and playing with his balls -- he WAS her son,
after all -- but, Hell, it wasn't as if he was putting the meat to her --
THAT was incest!  This was just...  sex?  She didn't have a fancy term for
it, but she knew it was edgy.  Meanwhile, she got to watch Terence swallow
Toby's cock...

        And Terence was getting into it -- that much was clear to all three
of them.  Terence would have hated to have to admit it, but once he got
going he ALWAYS enjoyed it.  Toby was right about it being a new experience;
his cock was quite a bit different than Little Bro's...  He incorporated a
head snap that Little Bro tended to enjoy and watched as Toby hissed in
pleasure and his fists clenched and unclenched.

        Louise chose that moment to murmur, "Getting your dick sucked by a
dude isn't gay -- if your eyes were closed, you probably wouldn't know the
difference.  If you got to pick out the gay, it'd be the cocksucker..."

        This reversal humiliated Terence, who turned suffering eyes on Toby
and almost failed to hear the rest of the sentence, which was, "and I
already said that ain't serious..."

        Toby tried to think of something to say -- but he was impaired by
his reactions to Terence's efforts.  What he got out was, "I don't know --
there seems to be a difference.  Maybe it's personal experience."

        This set Louise off, for some reason -- the weird state of mind that
had driven her to pressure Terence into the act now had her Hell-bent on
humiliating him.  "Practice, maybe?" she cackled.  "I figure he's sucking
dick just about every night...  Hear that, Boy?  You're one fine
cocksucker!"

        Things just seemed to get worse and worse; the horrible taunts more
and more pointed.  Oddly, Toby's cock was a pacifier; Terence began working
it even more assiduously, drawing pleasure from his efforts and Toby's
reactions and wrapping himself in the blanket of calm they produced.

        "Grab his head and put him where you want him," Louise directed.
"It's too late to fuck around pretending to be polite!  Get you some!"

        Toby gingerly reached out and laced his fingers loosely behind
Terence's head.  He didn't need to DO anything -- Terence was doing fine --
better than fine, actually -- but it gave him a feeling of control...

        And again Terence was spurred on to further effort, concentrating on
the act as a way of dealing with the taunts and the humiliation.

        Now that they were both fully engaged, Louise got serious about
stimulating her eldest son, working his cock and moving the attentions of
her other hand from his heavy balls to his perineum and his asshole.
Running a finger from the base of his scrotum to his asshole made a
discernable difference in Terence's erection; he got solid, and the head
flared in her stroking fist.  "You like that shit, don't ya?" she taunted.
"Just like your Pa -- except he always wanted to bullshit people about it.
Take his load -- and don't spill any, now!"

        Toby was there; his knees started jumping from the tension as things
got more and more urgent.  "Gonna shoot!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

        "Take it!  Take it!" Louise chanted, stroking Terence feverishly and
scratching his anus with her fingernail.  "Take it all!"  Glancing up at
Toby, she caroled, "Feed him that dick!  Do it!"

        Toby succumbed to temptation and tried to bury himself in Terence's
throat as his balls began to jump, "AAAUUUUUGGHH!!!"  His cock spat semen
into Terence's working mouth.

        Terence, wildly excited by his efforts and his mother's
manipulations, sucked down that first load, then exploded himself, blasting
cum nearly four feet onto the bedroom carpet, "MMMMPH!   MMMMPH!  MMMMPH!"

        Louise pumped her hand on Terence's shaft for a moment, milking the
gooey remnants, which dribbled out of her son's cock and over her hand while
she watched him nurse on Toby's spend.  Then she dropped backward to sit on
the floor, looking at her gooey hand in surprise.  "What the fuck was THAT
all about?" she asked aloud, visibly confused.  Distractedly, she licked at
her gooey hand, rubbing her forehead in perplexity.

        Toby let go of Terence's head, but Terence didn't back off
instantly, instead sucking and cleaning Toby's erection for a moment.  At
his mother's distracted exclamation, he turned to regard her.

        "I'm sorry, Boy!" she gushed sorrowfully, "I don't know what came
over me!  I just went crazy or something..."  She covered her face with her
hands.

        Toby went over to sit on the bunk bed.  "I think," he said
carefully, "maybe you got him kind of mixed up with his father and took out
some anger and frustration on him.  That's a guess."

        Louise thought about it.  "It started out with me trying to get you
to be honest with yourself -- something your Pa avoids regularly.  But it
got out of hand, and I'm sorry..."

        "I guess I could have stopped it," Terence murmured.

        "No, I wasn't letting you -- and I wasn't letting HIM, either!"
Louise nodded at Toby.  "You two were both dancing to some weird tune I was
making up in my head...  I'm really sorry, Boy.  I think Toby's got it right
-- I was abusing your Pa and you were just there in the middle.  I don't
know what came over me.  Suddenly, I was all hot to prove you were a
natural-born cocksucker..."

        "Maybe I am..." Terence hung his head.

        "Well, you're very good at it -- but that doesn't mean you're gay or
anything," Toby interjected.  "Just, uh, multitalented."  He thought about
it, trying to come up with something that might defuse the situation.  "I
think you're just bisexual.  Most of what your mother said early on is true
-- in a situation where all things are equal, certain acts -- oral and anal
sex -- aren't necessarily gay.  They're just another fun thing to do, you
know?  Where you are from a sexual orientation perspective is more
emotional.  Do you think you can fall in love with a guy?"

        Terence recoiled.  "Fuck no!"

        Toby shrugged.  "Then you aren't gay.  End of story."  He cast about
for a strategy that would help cement things.  "What you need is an
affirmation that everything is okay after this last episode..."

        "Huh?" Terence grunted.

        "You need to fuck a woman, Boy, so you don't go getting ideas that
you might be queer," Louise amplified.

        "Unfortunately, we didn't plan for this.  I can call Jean..." Toby
offered.

        "I fucked this up -- maybe I ought to pay for it..." Louise sighed.

        Toby thought about it.  "No, I don't think so.  That might add to
the problem, don't you think?  You already crossed the line, in some
ways..."

        "Yeah."  Louise's eyes were hooded as she eyed her son.

        "Let me make a phone call."

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