Message-ID: <58754asstr$1237785008@assm.asstr.org>
From: Thinking Horndog <im_a_thinker@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Pact -- Episode 1 Part 38/53 {Thinking Horndog} (mFFm ir oral mF mc)
Lines: 746
Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:10:08 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d






      

<1st attachment, "The_Pact_38.txt" begin>

Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 38 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: mFFm ir oral mF mc

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 38

        Jean arrived at the Carter's, to be immediately taken aside by Toby;
Louise and Terence, both nude, were sitting at the kitchen table in earnest
discussion.  "What happened?" she asked.

        "Unforeseen things," Toby replied, clearly unhappy.  "I'm beginning
to think I'm telepathic or something -- only with women."  He pulled off his
eyeglasses and rubbed his eyes.  "I discovered that Terence and Damian are
doing male sex with each other -- blowjobs, mainly.  Mama knows, but she
won't tell, of course.  I stumbled onto it by accident, and I came over to
feel Louise out on the matter, as I also discovered that Louise's husband
might be bisexual, too -- which would be a handle on him, because he's
paranoid about it.  Anyway, it went slow, because I didn't want Louise to
freak, or anything -- but it turned out that even though she didn't know, it
was no big thing with her.  But Terence showed up while we were talking and
discovered that he'd been outed -- Louise just kind of blurted it.  That was
the first odd thing..."  He sighed.  "Well, it turns out that Terence is
paranoid about it, too, and he freaked.  We kind of papered it over, and
things might have been okay, but then Louise wanted sex -- and she told
Terence that he could come along and watch, since he was here, and beat off,
or something.  Then we decided to use his room, because if Fred came home
and found us making like bunnies in his bed, that would get to be a problem
very quickly..."

        "Okay..."  Jean was confused, but maybe it would clear up,
eventually.

        "I probably should have thought a bit more about that, but I didn't
-- it sort of made sense.  Louise got me stripped down and started giving me
head, then kind of turned on Terence, teasing him and egging him on...
Eventually, she basically forced him to suck my cock -- and she jacked him
off and played with his ass and balls in the process -- which made for this
positive reinforcement thing and he shot off while he was swallowing my
cum...  Now he's freaked -- thinks he's gay..."

        "That was pretty far out there!" Jean exclaimed.  "What on Earth was
she thinking?"

        "I dunno.  When it was all over, she kind of shook herself and
started apologizing -- it was like something came over her, and she did it
all in some weird mental state.  I'm thinking that she got this fantasy in
her head that Terence was Fred and she wanted him humiliated..."  Toby
rubbed his eyes again.  "I had that kind of thing running in my head; things
were all kind of mixed up between Terence, and his dad -- who I've never
seen, of course, and ideas on how we could pull something like this on
him...  Maybe I was projecting?"

        "I don't really believe in telepathy," Jean replied.  "Maybe you two
were just in the same rut, or something."

        "I never did, either," Toby grunted.  "But lately, if I'm aroused,
women tend to do what I tell them -- even women who don't like it!"

        "You mean Candace?" Jean retorted.  "I think the jury is out on that
one -- Damian seems to be able to push her buttons, too.  Besides, you
didn't tell Louise to do anything like that, right?"

        "No.  Didn't tell, didn't ask.  But I was thinking about it, sort
of," Toby wrung his hands.  "She just looked so shocked afterward.  She was
'way out there, during, doing stuff that I'm pretty sure she's ashamed of --
I mean, jacking off your own son..."

        Jean glanced toward the other pair.  "It isn't vaginal sex, but..."

        "Yeah.  Most people would lean toward calling it incest.  And she's
REALLY unhappy about it, now..." Toby turned his gaze toward the kitchen,
too.  "It just doesn't make sense.  She's pretty freaked out -- can't
understand what came over her.  I can't help but think it came from
outside..."

        "That's just... unlikely," Jean maintained.  "But I think we need to
concentrate on cleanup.  What did you have in mind?"

        "Um, well, I think he needs two things -- he needs to see that same-
sex activity is okay, and he needs to have great sex with a woman..." Toby
said.  "Naturally, I thought of you..." he added, grinning.

        "Okay, so I have sex with him -- that handles one piece.  What were
you going to do about the other?" Jean asked.

        "Well, the two of you should, uh, engage in cunnilingus, I think,"
Toby replied, substituting the more proper phrasing for 'eating pussy' in
deference to Jean's sensitivity to such things.  "Since we're trying to get
away from the male-male piece, it's smarter if we do it that way..."

        "Uh huh.  Who does who?" Jean asked.

        "Well, if we're all going to be involved, then I'd have to say that
you should do Louise," Toby replied.

        "We might have to do things in stages," Jean observed, hiding her
distaste for the idea.  "I can't provide great sex to Terence if I'm
distracted..."

        "Right."  Toby thought about it.  "How about Louise does you while
you suck him to get him started, then you two break away and do your thing
and I'll finish up with Louise?"

        "That might work," Jean agreed.  'This group thing just gets wilder
and wilder...' she thought.

        "Louise?"  Toby waved the black woman over.

        "I've ruined him!" Louise moaned, wringing her hands.  "He's sure
he's queer and I'm just nuts..."

        "We're going to try to fix things," Toby declared.  "I've briefed
Jean..."

        "Not the whole sordid tale, I hope," Louise husked, unable to raise
her eyes to the other woman.

        "I understand that you... weren't yourself," Jean replied,
charitably.

        "I don't know WHO I was!" Louise wailed.

        "Okay, we'll try to fix that as we go -- first, there's Terence,"
Toby insisted.  "He needs to see that same-sex activity is okay -- but he
doesn't need any more male-male reinforcement.  And he needs to have great
sex with a woman.  Agreed?"

        "Yeah," Louise nodded.  "I busted things, and I'd step up to the
plate to fix them, but we already broke some rules..."

        "That's why Jean is here," Toby murmured diplomatically.  "She will
provide the sex.  But we need the other ingredient, so I'm gonna ask you to
um, eat her, while she gives Terence some head to get him going.  He'll see
that it's cool and she'll be getting him worked up, which will kind of help
things -- then she can take him on solo and I'll finish you up..."

        "It's better than anything I can think of," Louise sighed.  "He's a
mess -- and I've apologized every way I can think of short of spreading for
him -- and we KNOW that's wrong..."

        "Okay, let's do it.  Jean?" Toby motioned for her to disrobe.

        "We better go back to the boys' room," Louise prompted.  "We still
can't risk Fred coming home..."

        "Right," Toby nodded.  "You take Jean's stuff and get things ready;
we'll get him to come with us."  Louise nodded and waited while Jean got out
of her clothing, then took it and left.

        "I feel pretty foolish right now," Jean said nervously.

        "You need to handle it, then," Toby admonished.  "You need to be on
top of things and confident so we can help Terence.  This is an errand of
mercy, not just sex..."

        "Okay..."

        "Face me while you get a grip," Toby murmured, "Terence is
watching."  He smiled and waved Terence over.

        Terence got up reluctantly and headed toward Toby and Jean.  Mama
had fallen all over herself for her part in things, but the fact was that
he'd sucked a strange dick and he'd enjoyed it to the point of blowing a
wad!  There were so many fucked up facets to the situation that Terence's
head ached.  Not least on that list was that he'd gotten off on WHITE dick;
granted, Lon's was white, too, but Toby was such a little nerdy fucker...
On the flip side, Toby was hung, but...  "Yeah?" he asked Toby on arrival.

        "Dude, I know you're freaking -- and it's all out of hand.  I sent
for Jean and she's here to help."

        "What can SHE do?"

        "She's got sensitive ears, but...  Look, Man, this little episode
doesn't mean you're gay.  If anything, it means you just enjoy both sides of
the fence." Toby insisted.

        "Look, Dude, just call it queer and get it over with," Terence
rumbled disconsolately.

        "Okay, look, if you were queer, you wouldn't be so unhappy about it.
I've seen you in pussy, and it looked to me like you enjoyed it -- a lot!
Am I right?"

        "Well, yeah..."

        "Jean's here to remind you how much fun it is, Man.  Let her take
you to your room and show you a good time," Toby urged.

        "I dunno," Terence sighed.  "Think it'll work?"

        "Gonna be fine, Man.  Guaranteed."

        Jean took her cue and, smiling brightly, took Terence's hand.  "Come
on -- I haven't had any today!"  Terence perked up noticeably and led her to
his room.

        Mama was there, which spiked Terence's nerves, but Toby was running
things.  "The other thing you need to get is that same sex stuff isn't an
issue when you're doing group stuff, "Toby announced.  "So we're ALL gonna
play and the girls are gonna play with each other!"

        "Yeah?" Terence's interest was piqued.

        "Yeah.  Louise, let's tug the mattress off this bunk..." Toby
directed.  Moments later, the mattress was on the floor and Louise was lying
on it, face up.  "Okay, Jean, you kneel up over Louise and get yourself a
tongue ride!"

        "Goody!"  Jean's enthusiasm was only partially faked.  Cunnilingus
was fun, no matter WHAT you called it!  She settled herself gingerly over
Louise, who dutifully stuck her nose in her crotch and put her tongue to
work.  "Mmmmmmm," Jean moaned as Louise zeroed in on her clitoris.

        Terence's cock was already beginning to rise when Toby directed,
"Now, YOU can get yourself some head!  How's THAT sound?"

        "Sounds good..." Terence was perking up visibly.  Mama was probably
getting the shit end of the stick, having to suck pussy, but, hey, it was
hot looking...  He shuffled up and presented his meat, which was swelling
visibly.

        Jean smiled and took it in hand, sliding the foreskin back and forth
a few times before holding it back and rolling her lips over the tip.  "Do a
good job, now," Toby admonished, and wandered down to the far end of things.
Kneeling up, he directed, "Lift you knees, Louise."  Then he leaned in and
pressed his face into Louise's crotch.

        "Mmmph!  Mmmmph!  Mmmmph!"  Terence looked down at where Mama was
making noises in Jean's pussy, all bug-eyed; apparently Toby knew how to eat
pussy pretty well!  For the first time in over an hour, Terence felt like
grinning.  Jean knew her way around a dick, too -- that was obvious from
what she was doing to his knob...

        Jean was working at it; it was pretty clear to her that she needed
to put forth a prime effort if she was going to help young Terence.
Undoubtedly, he'd had oral sex from a guy; from what Toby said, it was
probably his brother Damian.  She needed to be competitive...  She put a
serious effort into it -- and wished it was Beth doing this job; everybody
said Beth had a magic mouth...

        Terence cocked his head back and just enjoyed the attention.  He put
a hand behind her head, but she was obviously going as deep as she could, so
he didn't press -- besides, the stuff she was doing to the underside of the
head with her tongue as she came back was something he didn't want to screw
up.  "Yeah, suck it!  Shit, that's good!" he grunted.

        Toby popped up for a second to encourage her; he had two fingers in
Louise anyway, working...  "That's it, Jean -- do him!  Make it good!"  He
shifted a bit so he could watch his diminutive redheaded lover take in
Terence's long black shaft.  "Nice!  Show him a good time!"

        Jean seemed to find a new level of commitment -- one that had her
choking on Terence's shaft as she took him deep.  Suddenly, it was ultra-
important that Terence get the blowjob of his life!  Jean was distantly
thankful that Toby was distracting Louise so much, because it allowed her to
concentrate on Terence...

        Louise was powerfully distracted; Toby seemed to know all of her hot
spots.  Her clit was pulsing to every swipe of his tongue, powerful surges
of sensation the likes of which she hadn't felt in a long time.  She had a
face full of Jean's feminine musk -- she couldn't seem to get away from
sex...  Above her, Jean's mouth pulled in Terence's cock and released it;
Louise watched vacantly as spittle dribbled down Jean's neck and onto her
chest as she tried again and again to take Terence to the root, but her mind
was elsewhere and her tongue was on automatic.

        Terence was in Heaven!  Jean was giving incredible head, and he had
the additional stimulation of watching Mama suck her twat, which seemed only
fair after what she made him do with Toby -- and was pretty hot to watch,
anyway.  He glanced up at Toby, who had backed up and was running two
fingers in and out of Mama's twat, and grinned.

        Toby grinned back.  "How's it going?"

        "Man!  This is..." Terence waved an arm over his head.  "... fucking
great!  I dunno how much longer I can keep from blowing a nut!"

        Toby shrugged.  "So just get it, Man.  That's what you're here
for..."

        Terence nodded -- but he wanted something first.  Jean was going at
it hard, but she was missing something -- and Terence knew what it was...
"Duck your head a little bit, Baby," he husked.  "It won't work unless it's
a straight shot down your throat..."

        Jean didn't know what the source of the compulsion was -- she didn't
even realize what was going on until Terence put words to it -- but she was
trying, almost mindlessly, to deep throat his cock!

        With her dead husband, deep-throat hadn't been an issue -- he just
wasn't big enough to require it.  Toby, on the other hand, was so big that
the thought had never occurred to her.  Taking a run at Terence wasn't a
conscious decision -- she just did it -- and kept on trying, every third or
fourth bob of her head on his shaft.  She'd been gagging and drooling and
her chin and neck were wet with spit -- and her chest was wet between her
small breasts.

        Terence waited for a couple of cycles -- Jean would take him in for
just three or four inches and back off and tongue him while she ran her lips
over the head three or four times before she would jam him in deeper -- but
she didn't seem to be getting it.  In some ways, she seemed to be out in la
la land, somewhere, it seemed to Terence.  But he'd only recently learned
this particular technique from Beth, and the urge to teach was on him;
besides, the failures weren't that pleasant for him, either.  When you
thought about it, how did you expect something relatively long and straight
to go down your throat if you were all kinked up at the neck?

        Terence waited until Jean started the next sequence and shifted a
hand to the top of her head.  She was watching him, but kind of glazed about
it, so she offered no resistance and not much in the way of a reaction.
This time, when she committed herself to the deep pass, Terence pushed down
on the top of her head.

        Taken by surprise, Jean reacted more or less instinctively to the
change in position in the only way she could, really, by sticking her neck
out.  This did two things -- it straightened her neck, and it drove her more
deeply than anticipated onto Terence's cock.

        There was a pop -- felt, rather than heard, by both of them -- and
Jean froze, a look of surprise on her face -- and the head of Terence's cock
very definitely lodged in her throat!

        This lasted only a second or two -- enough time for both of them to
acknowledge success -- and Jean backed off, retching a bit.  But she was
suffused with an oddly intense sense of accomplishment.  Immediately, she
re-engaged Terence's cock and went back into her cycle.  Moments later, she
ducked on her own to take him in, swallowing on his embedded glans.

        "Awww, jeezus, I'm gonna shoot!" Terence erupted.  Jean was already
into her next cycle, so she stopped and worked her tongue furiously on the
sensitive underside of his glans while moving just enough to run her lips
back and forth over the flange of it.  "Awww, FUCK!" Terence hooted and
started blasting his jizz into Jean's waiting mouth.

        Pleasure enveloped her.  Louise's efforts, which she had been
somewhat insulated against, assumed more importance -- just as their
intensity went up.  Jean swallowed Terence's cum happily while her level of
sensation swelled before suddenly realizing that she was going to orgasm,
herself, from Louise's efforts!  "Oh, God -- I'm going to...
UUUUHHHHHHHNNGGG!!!!"  Jean doubled over, clutching Terence's legs while the
waves washed over her.  Terence played with her hair, chuckling; she'd
sucked him dry -- he was more than happy to see her get off!

        Toby watched all this rather soberly -- but then, he was directing
things...  Leaning up, he rubbed Jean's back for a moment, "Great!  Now, why
don't you bring him up again for regular sex?"

        Jean nodded and Terence found that his cock -- which hadn't really
had time to shrink much -- was again in a warm, wet mouth.  Mild concerns
over whether he would be able to perform evaporated fairly quickly as Jean
again applied her pattern of suction to varying depths -- including the
occasional deep-throat pass -- to his sensitive meat.

        "Get her ready, Louise," Toby directed, And Louise resumed sucking
and licking at Jean's vagina and clitoris from her position between her
legs.  "When you're set..." Toby encouraged Terence.

        "Now's good," Terence grunted.

        Jean backed off his cock.  "How?" she croaked through an abused
throat.

        "Doggie?"

        "Okay."  Jean lifted her left leg over Louise and rotated to go to
all fours.  Louise rolled the other way, leaving her son and Jean the narrow
mattress.  Jean rearranged herself more to the center of the mattress and
smiled a welcome over her shoulder, dropping onto her elbows to present
herself better.

        Terence knelt up and rubbed his cock against Jean's little pussy and
it popped right open to accept him; insertion was no problem at all, which
surprised him, given how small she was -- he just grasped her hips and
pulled her onto him.  Jean rocked back to accommodate him and they made
minor height adjustments -- then Terence started long-stroking her, to both
their delight!

        With Jean and Terence under control, Toby settled himself on the
task chair and waved to Louise, "Why don't you come see what you can do with
this?"

Louise came over.  "You want a suck, Baby?" she asked -- but her face said
she hoped for more.

        "Why don't you sit on it?" Toby asked.

        "Oh, boy!"  Louise spun and straddled him, reaching between her legs
for his upright shaft and rubbing it along her dewy split, losing no time
about it.  In a moment, she had him nosing her opening and began to settle
on him, reveling in the feel of him re-molding her inner walls with his
length and girth.  "Ah, shit, that's good!"  Gingerly, she began rising and
falling on his shaft, gently at first, then with more and more force as she
accommodated him and her arousal brought more and more urgency.

        Terence pounded away at little Jean, whom he considered to be
absolutely amazing -- like fucking a twelve-year-old, rather than someone
three times that age.  Her ass jiggled just the tiniest bit on impact and
her little titties did this jell-o thing -- hard to see from behind her, the
way he was -- and that was it, basically, despite the fact that she was
jamming herself back at him every bit as energetically as he was pounding
her!  Terence glanced up at where Mama was riding Toby and saw the exact
opposite -- Mama's titties were flying EVERYWHERE, and the saddlebags on her
ass and upper thighs were rippling to the impacts as she rode Toby's cock.
"Oh, Baby!  Shit!  Soo good!" she wailed, eyes rolling as she bounced up and
down on poor Toby who, frankly, wasn't as big as his partner.  Toby could be
seen behind her, teeth clenched as he took the impacts.  Terence couldn't
decide whether he was happy or hurting from the look on his face...

        "Mama!  Take it easy on poor Toby!  You're beatin' the piss outta
him!" Terence scolded.

        "Oh!  Shit!  Sorry!" Louise apologized.  "Why don't I get up and
lean on something and you can drive?"

        "Okay."  Toby was thankful for Terence's attention; he'd been
enjoying Louise's efforts, but they WERE a bit too enthusiastic...

        Louise got up and grasped the bedpost, bending over.  "How's this?"

        "Ummm, can you bring it down a bit?"  Louise was pretty tall; with
her knees straight, Toby couldn't get up high enough.

        "Sure, Baby -- just push that ass wherever you want it and I'll
adjust..."  Toby grabbed her love handles and moved her lower; Louise bent
at the knees, and Toby made insertion.  "Now, ride me, Baby!  Ride me hard!"
Toby put it in gear, and soon Louise was making a running commentary about
how good things were, "That's it, Baby!  Plow me wit' that big ol' dick of
yours!  No wonder Jean don't want to share!  Goddamn!  Fuck!"

        Jean heard her name mentioned, but it was through a fog; Terence was
doing a wonderful job, and she was closing on an orgasm, "Oh!  Uh!  Oh!
Ogod!  Yes!  Yes!  YES!  OOOOOoooohhhh!"  The waves poured over her and she
broke stride -- but Terence didn't, and his big hands on her hips held her
in position while she recovered.  "God, that was good!  Thank you, Terence!
May I have another?"  She turned her head to regard her sex partner over her
shoulder, eyes dancing.

        'Jean's sure a funny chick,' Terence thought, grinning.  'Uptight
sometimes, but what a fuck!'  Aloud, he said, "Sure Baby!  Hang on!" and
added a snap to his stroke.  Mama was making like a three-ring circus again,
giving this running commentary on how good Toby's dick was.  It was a wonder
she didn't give herself a black eye, the way her titties were swinging; he
could hear them smacking her belly -- the way they were hanging down made
them seem even longer!

        "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!! OH!!  FUUUUCK!" Louise wailed, leaving no doubt that
she was getting hers...

        Suddenly, Jean picked up the intensity of things and Terence
realized from the flush on her shoulders that she was probably getting there
again; Jean didn't yak like Mama -- she generally just made these happy
little grunts that got more and more urgent until she blew...  Jean 'blew'
while Terence was thinking about it and Terence found himself holding her
ass upright again; well, no biggie -- his nuts were starting to talk to him
about his own load...

        Toby, who was on round one, started losing control of things; he
jacked up the pace as his cock swelled and his balls drew up.  "Now..." he
grunted, and jammed himself deep into Louise and started spraying her
insides with cum.

        "Yeah, Baby!  Cum!  Gimme that load!" Louise wailed, clearly caught
up in things.  She was close enough that she might get another little one...

        Terence succumbed to contagious excitement and started dumping jizz
in Jean's cunt; she was still recovering from her most recent orgasm, so the
timing was halfway decent as far as she was concerned.  Terence didn't say
anything, merely grunting and holding the small woman against him while his
dick spat white goo.  Jean smiled at him over her shoulder, certain that she
had accomplished her mission -- and she HAD, too!  "Damn!  That was good
shit!" he grunted.

        Toby renewed his stroke for a few hammering strikes -- until Louise
squalled, "Oh, Baby!  Yeah!  Ah!  Ah!  Fuck!" and stopped trying to press
back at him, looking for more.  Rubbing Louise's ass, he addressed Terence,
"So, about women..."

        "Yeah," Terence nodded.  "Good stuff.  Maybe I'm not THAT fucked up
after all..."

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

        "So, I'll call you tomorrow and we'll do something," Rick confirmed,
leaning across the seat to kiss his new girlfriend.

        "You'd better!" Teela replied, "Or I'll hunt you down like a dog!"

        "Gonna try to put a stake through my heart, then?" Rick chuckled.
"Maybe you already have...  Go on, before we get started again!"  The pair
had fooled around and necked a bit, but not gotten to sex again before Teela
had become nervous about the time.  She was back in her outfit, and Rick was
dropping her off only two doors down from her house -- but she figured she
was safe; Poppa seldom got home before six...  She waved as Rick pulled away
and skipped uncharacteristically up the sidewalk to her house.

        Teela was wrong!  "Poppa!" she yelped in surprise as her father
snatched open the door before she could get to it.

        "So," Frank Pendergast asked his daughter sardonically, "How was
he?"

        "Wh-what?" Teela's eyes grew round.

        "You think I'm a fool?" Poppa replied.  "You sit sucking face with
him two doors down and then come tripping up here in your own little world,
and I'm not supposed to figure out you've got a boyfriend?  If you pull off
them shorts, will cum run down your leg -- or did you wipe up good, wherever
it was you got fucked?"

        "I--I..." Teela stammered.

        "Your momma was only happy like that just after somebody stuck a
dick in her -- and you're a chip off the old block!" Frank growled.  He
shook his head, remembering.  "As time went on, more often than not it
wasn't mine!"

        "Poppa, that's ghastly!" Teela shrieked!  "Don't talk about Momma
like that!"

        "Time you learned the truth," Frank growled.  "Maybe even too late,
for that matter!  Get in here -- the neighbors probably know already, but
some of 'em might've forgotten..."

        "Poppa, these things you're saying -- horrible!" Teela exclaimed,
pain evident on her face.

        "Nah," Frank grunted.  "Just the truth.  Your Momma spent more time
with her panties around her ankles than with 'em where they belonged -- and
if I wasn't around when she got the urge, the little slut would pick men up
off the street!  She was thrilled to death when you finally went off to
school, because if gave her several hours a day of peace and quiet in which
to hunt down new dick..."

        "Poppa, I never noticed any such thing..."

        "How many uncles you think you got, Honey?  Two?  Six?  Fourteen?  I
ain't GOT no brothers..." Poppa replied blandly.

        Teela froze.  There had always been an 'Uncle So-and-so' around the
house when she was a little girl -- and they'd been all shapes and sizes and
every color of the rainbow...  She'd spent a lot of time playing in the back
yard as a tot, under the eye of one of them or another -- or no eyes at all
for that matter.  Momma didn't exactly lock her out, but there were places
in the house she couldn't go -- ever -- and Momma's room was one of them.
There were 'Aunties', too; sometimes they'd arrive as a couple -- 'Uncle So-
and-so and Aunt Such-and-such' -- and Auntie would watch her while Uncle and
Momma went off somewhere...  Or (usually) the babysitter would watch her --
Momma always seemed to have money for the babysitter...  "All those men..."

        "Sit down before you fall down, Honey!" Poppa looked rueful, but
seemed almost merry.  "I got a few things to get off my chest, now that
you've moved on to the next plane.  You HAVE, haven't you?"

        Teela dropped her eyes, "Yes."

        "I figured it wouldn't take long, once you got past this thing you
have for throwing rocks at boys.  When did that happen?" Frank asked his
daughter.

        "Well, it didn't, really, Poppa -- this guy just ducks really
well..." Teela answered slowly.

        Frank snickered.  "Unique abilities, huh?  I hope wearin' horns is
one of 'em..."

        "Poppa!"

        "Yeah, well, maybe it'll be different with you -- Christ, it took ya
forever to get your legs under ya..."  Frank mused for a moment.  "Your
mother was a wonderful woman -- but she had her issues.  Mood swings, mainly
-- I dunno if she was bipolar, or just subject to depression.  The first
year we were together, she damn near killed me -- wanted sex three-four
times a day!  And if she didn't get it, then she worried about things -- or
just plain got crabbier and crabbier until she got some.  She'd start
something and we'd fight like cats and dogs -- then have incredible make-up
sex..."  Frank chuckled.  "Then she came up pregnant with you -- and that
was probably the happiest time of BOTH our lives!  She spent the whole nine
months sunny..."  Frank shook his head at the memory.  "When you was born,
though, I spent three months bein' your momma while she took pills and went
to shrinks -- post-partum depression.  That's why you was it -- your momma
went out and had her tubes tied -- and I agreed with it -- but it started
other shit..."

        "Like what?"  Teela had heard some of this before -- but usually
with a different spin, or coming from a different direction.  Some of it --
the sex-related part -- Poppa had never come out with...  In fact, sex was a
subject that Poppa avoided studiously -- his idea of discussing puberty was,
"Did they tell ya about periods in health class?  You're gonna need to get
some of them plug things..." when she was twelve.  When she was thirteen and
clearly ovulating, he took her to the doctor for her annual exam -- but it
was the doctor who broke it to her that her father wanted her on birth
control.  When she braced him about it later, he said, "Someday you'll wake
up and boys will be important -- but you probably don't wanna have to keep
the first one you fuck..."  Shocked at the word, she'd exclaimed at his rude
language -- and that had ended the conversation.

        "Well, your momma wasn't one, by temperament," Frank grunted.  "She
figured that out pretty quick -- and she blamed me for ya, somehow.  Oh, she
loved ya, and all that -- but you was a lot more trouble than she really
wanted to put up with.  And I had to work, and when I got home, she'd hand
you off to me, so I got tired and wasn't keeping up..."  He grimaced.  "It
started out with her hiring the neighbor lady to watch ya -- but that cost
money, even though it improved things for everybody -- and we didn't have
it.  Somewhere in there, they started -- lookit, how much about sex DO you
know?"

        "First hand?  Not much," Teela grinned ruefully.  "But I've probably
heard it all at school..."

        "Awright.  If you don't understand something, I'll try to break it
down for ya," Frank grunted.  "Somewhere in there, they started suckin' each
other's pussies.  That eased things for a bit, then the husband got into the
act, somewhere -- and THAT was okay, until the woman got bitchy about it and
all Hell broke loose..."  He shook his head.  "I found out just as shit was
crashin' and burnin' -- your momma owned up to her piece and I forgave her,
but the neighbors divorced and moved away."  Frank sighed.  "It was the
start of something, though -- Janice realized that she could get dick
elsewhere, and that all she needed was somebody to keep you out of trouble
and she was good to go."  He rubbed his face.  "Dunno if I oughta go on..."

        Teela sighed.  "Go ahead, Poppa.  Momma isn't here to defend
herself, but I'll listen."

        "Yeah, I know -- sounds like bullshit, but...  Your momma took to
something that was almost hookin' -- she hooked up with a couple of women
for babysitting, and then she'd go out and hunt down some feller and fuck
him as long as he'd pay the babysitter to watch ya.  When he got cheap or
started gettin' ideas, she'd dump him and move on...  She was suckin' pussy
with some of your aunties, but not all -- and things got slowly wilder and
wilder."  He sighed.  "I put up with it, for two reasons -- it worked -- she
was happy and I never went without, even if she was runnin' two at once,
like she was at the end -- and it took the load off me; she would have
whoever the current babysitter was hang out in the evening and let me rest,
which helped OUR sex life..."  He rubbed his face.  "She loved me -- that
was never in doubt.  When one of your uncles would start gettin' serious,
she'd drop him like a rock -- it was her way of bein' faithful.  But she got
jaded -- one dick at a time wasn't enough, and she tried this and that and
more and..."  He eyed his daughter sadly.  "We had a fight, that day, and I
told her she was gonna have to chop it all back, or else.  We didn't make up
-- she went off in that car of hers, mad as a wet hen..."

        The implications were obvious; Poppa blamed himself for Momma's
death.  Teela knew this, but why hadn't ever been cleared up, until now.
"It was an accident, Poppa."

        "Maybe.  Maybe she was so mad she couldn't see straight.  Maybe she
was so depressed at the idea of backing off that..."  Frank covered his
face.

        "It was STILL not your fault!" Teela insisted.

        Frank shrugged.  "I wasn't... pure, in all this.  Your momma
encouraged me to get a piece on the side, here and there, to keep from
feeling too bad about what she was up to and to keep me from gettin' high
and mighty about it, mostly.  Seemed like she picked babysitters based on
whether they would come on to me or not.  But she brought in this woman who
had a lot of rough male friends; I came in and they was slapping your momma
around and wouldn't leave, basically.  I saw some shit I just couldn't
handle, and laid down the law -- put the woman out and called the cops --
that's what it took to get the men out of the house.  After that, we fought
for three-four hours before she stormed off -- you missed it, 'cause you
were elsewhere with another auntie.  Next thing I know, the phone rings..."
He rubbed his face.  "Given what happened just before, the cops was all over
me like a coat of paint for a while -- and I guess they hounded the shit out
of the other men, too, but whatever happened, your momma was alone when it
went down..."

        After a pause, he went on, "You took it hard, I know.  I'm not much
more of a parent than your momma was, so I sent you to shrinks.  They tell
me you felt guilty 'cause you weren't around -- but you were better off not
being there.  Besides, that was her decision -- and mine, maybe -- but not
yours.  I know things been tough for you, and I worried that you might just
get the down-side of your momma's temperament and need to be on Prozac and
shit -- but the shrinks said to let you ride it out and look the other way
at some things, and you'd find friends and such..."

        Teela grunted.  "You hired the wrong shrinks, Poppa."  But she
smirked a bit.

        "Maybe," Frank agreed.  "Thing is, nothin' is ever perfect.  But you
seemed kinda busted -- and I didn't know how to fix you.  Some things you
got to do yourself..."  He mused a moment.  "About this boy...  You usin'
him for sex, or what?"

        "Or what, I think," Teela replied.  "It's all new, but it's real
good...  Nothing I do fazes him; the very first thing I ever did was cuss
him out and try to knee him in the balls.  Somehow, he ducked both and left
me sitting on the mall floor looking stupid -- and it went downhill from
there!"

        "Okay, so, he's slick, and he got in your panties.  Got anything
GOOD to say about him?" Frank rasped.

        "I guess I missed a couple of things," Teela replied, smiling.  "We
were like gasoline and a match the first couple of times, but then..."

        "I'm waitin'.  Maybe I'm asking the wrong questions.  Is he serious
about YOU or about fucking?" Frank rasped.

        "Me, Poppa," Teela announced positively.  "He was already getting
sex elsewhere when we met.  No, I think we just click."

        "Well, it sounds okay, I guess," Frank grunted, "but I don't want ya
hurt.  Cover your ass, willya?  The first one seldom makes it in the long
run, ya know?"

        "I'll try," Teela offered, "But..."

        Frank wrinkled his nose.  "Getting your heart broke is part of
growin' up for most folk -- I can't tell ya how to avoid it, because I don't
think you're supposed to -- it kinda helps teach ya not to set your sights
too high and how to recognize what might be the real deal.  But I don't want
to have to wipe up a mess if you fall hard.  Lemme know if I can help..."

        "I'll try not to fall apart completely, if it happens," Teela
promised.

        "Good, I got a lot of time and effort invested in ya."  Frank
ruffled his daughter's hair.  "What's for supper?"


<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+