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Chapter 28



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 28 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mf MF oral D/s ir mc mF anal inc

Chapter 28

	Ron Parker waited up.  When his son came through the door with Miriam
on his heels, he rasped, "What did I tell you about bringing that porky
little bitch over here?  If she's gonna parade around here naked, I'm gonna
expect..." his voice trailed off.   "What the fuck?"

	"I brought you a little something, Pa," Frank replied, maintaining a
straight face.

	"A little something is right," Ron grunted, eyeing Abigail.  "Where'd
you get her -- a concentration camp?"

	Abigail was unperturbed.  "Frank says you're hard on women.  Well, I
might not look like much, but men have been hard on me all my adult life and
I'm still here."

	Ron eyed her.  "They could've fuckin' fed you.  And that STILL don't
explain why you're here..."

	Abigail looked away.  "I miss taking somebody's shit, I guess."

	"You wanna run that by me again?" Ron asked, confused.

	"I was watching Frank put Miriam through her paces and, I dunno,
something attracted me about it," Abigail murmured.  "It's hard to explain.
It's attention, even if it isn't pleasant."

	"They're probably gonna yak all night," Frank growled at Miriam.
"Get naked and get me a beer."

	"Yes, Sir."  Miriam started coming out of her clothes.  She wasn't
smiling, visibly -- but Frank could sense her attitude.

	Ron eyed Abigail.  "So what the fuck am I supposed to do with you?"

	"You'll think of something."

	Ron stood there, ruminating.  He could ask stupid questions like, 'Do
you fuck?' but she'd pretty much answered that just by being there.  He could
put her scrawny ass on the doorstep, but he would be cutting off his nose to
spite his face since he needed to get laid.  And Frank would take his porky
little slip upstairs and fuck the dog shit out of her -- loudly -- and if he
pissed and moaned about it Frank would point out that he'd TRIED to take care
of it...

	"Get naked," he erupted.

	"Here?"  There was no surprise in her voice -- she was just asking.

	"Yeah, that way if I don't like what I see I can just toss you and
your shit out the door," Ron replied -- but Abigail was already undressing,
there in the doorway.

	She was painfully thin, bony, and bowed, and had titties that looked
like someone had shoved a pair of jelly donuts under the skin on her chest
and stuck a mini marshmallow in the center of each -- but they had slid some.
They came away from her chest when she leaned forward to get out of her shoes
-- which were all she was wearing besides the baggy housedress she'd thrown
over her head.

	"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" Ron grunted.

	"No."  Abigail knew what to say.  Tom had trained her to such things
long ago.

	"Get in here.  Find Porky and get her to show you the
refrigerator..."

	"That's Slut, Pa!" Frank yelled from the den.  "Get it right!"

	Miriam was padding through the living room at that point with a beer
in her hand.  Her lips quirked at the yell, but when Ron turned his attention
to her, she schooled her features before he could take them in.  Abigail saw
it, but she was an old hand at such things, so she gave no sign she'd seen
anything.

	"Miriam, could you show me the kitchen?" Abigail asked.

	"Master?" Miriam called, knowing Frank was listening.

	"Do it!" Frank called back, "Then hustle your ass in here!"

	Miriam waved Abigail forward and led her off to the kitchen.  "Well?"

	"Thus far?  This is nothing," Abigail replied.  "It's attention.  Tom
didn't want to be around me -- and if he had to be, he wanted me to pay for
it.  If Frank's father just wants me around to abuse, it's an improvement."

	"I get that," Miriam replied, nodding.  "Gotta go!"  She hustled out
of the room, grinning.  Abigail reached into the refrigerator, removed a beer
and was closing the door when Frank erupted, "It's about time!"  The rest of
the comment was a mumble, so she couldn't make it out as she rushed to follow
the younger woman.

	Entering the den, she took in Miriam and Frank -- Miriam was knelt up
before him where he sat on the couch, presenting an open beer, her head down.
Tom hadn't gone this far, but Frank was looking at Abigail, not Miriam, and
Abigail got the hint.  Circling in front of the recliner Ron was sitting in,
she went to her knees, cracked the seal on the beer can and presented it as
Miriam was doing it for Frank.

	Ron grunted, took the beer, and crossed his ankles behind Abigail's
spare butt, forcing her up onto her knees further.  He took the cold beer and
pressed it against the side of her left breast, then watched her shiver and
her nipple pop.  "Took you long enough."

	"Sorry, S-sir..."  Shivering evoked a stammer.

	Ron removed the beer, switched hands, and started toying with the
erected nipple.  "So what's your sad story?"  'What the fuck would induce you
to come here and let me fuck with you like this?' he added mentally.

	"I lost my virginity and became pregnant in one act," Abigail
related.  "To him, I was a stupid bitch that provided a one-night stand with
some unwelcome consequences -- but my father is influential and he made the
guy marry me, although he didn't require my husband to be faithful.  Daddy
just wanted his ugly daughter to have a father for her baby -- and he got
that -- but we hated each other, of course.  He resented me and wanted as
little contact as possible, but he wanted something for his trouble, so he
got service.  I cooked and I cleaned and when he couldn't find anyone to take
care of his needs, he reluctantly used me to masturbate him with whatever
hole seemed most tempting -- and of course, he wasn't nice about it."

	Ron grunted.  "Where is this guy?"

	Abigail shrugged.  "Home.  Or out drinking and hunting for something
to sink his dick into, since it's Friday.  We're not divorced -- the papers
have barely been served.  I moved out early in the week."

	"So you're looking for a new sucker to hang off of..." Ron hazarded.

	"No.  I have a place to live and a job and they seem to agree with
me.  I don't see me getting tied down again soon."

	"Then why ARE you here?" Ron queried.

	Abigail glanced over at Frank and Miriam.  She was stretched out on
the couch with her head in his lap and his cock in her mouth and he was
playing with her right nipple.  "I was watching them at the party and some of
it was familiar and some of it is what I'm looking for and I thought, 'I can
do that to get that...'  Frank mentioned that he needed someone to distract
you and I volunteered."

	"What is 'that'?" Ron asked.

	"Attention, I think.  I wouldn't know what to do with love or
anything..."  Abigail looked away.

	Ron uncrossed his ankles and waved her back, then stood.  "Undress
me."  Abigail went straight to his shoes and worked her way up, socks, jeans,
underwear, T-shirt.  She didn't stop at his cock -- that wasn't what he'd
instructed her to do.  When she was done, they were both standing, inches
from one another, Ron looking down at her.  "What's your name?"

	"Abigail."

	"Abby."

	"Yes."  This wasn't the time to go into whether it was formal or not.

	"Turn around, slowly."  Abigail did so.  Objectively, she was homely,
and looked like she'd seen hard use, but nothing really stood out for Ron as
being physically unacceptable.  "Fine.  Are you wet?"  Ron reached out to
check for himself.  Abigail spread her stance and let him rub her pussy,
looking back at him calmly.  She WAS wet, but not dripping -- it probably
wasn't enough for easy penetration.  He settled back into the recliner.  "If
there's any truth in that tale, you can suck dick.  Get me good and hard and
crawl on it."  Ron was regretting the six-pack he'd had to drink; alcohol
might have been an advantage in abusing Miriam while getting a blowjob,
making him last longer -- but now that he had his own piece, it meant he
wasn't at his best.

	Abigail had been choked by an expert -- and Ron wasn't bothering to
try -- so she gave him a serious effort.  Ron started out lank, but in no
time at all, Abigail was shoving a stiff cock past the opening in her throat.
Ron had just a touch more length to him than Tom, but was a bit narrower --
except for the head, which was a bulbous plum atop his hard stalk.  It was a
challenge, but Abigail approached it with relish.

	'This bitch is seriously fucking talented,' Ron thought, awash with
pleasure.  'She's a serious knob-polisher.'  "Better get up here," he
directed, "I want to nut in your twat, not your mouth -- this time, anyway."

	Abigail climbed carefully into the chair and squatted over Ron's
cock.  It was wet with her spit, and she'd gotten wetter inside, so all was
more or less in readiness as she rubbed his fat glans along her gash and
seated it at her opening.  Pressing down, she forced it through the ring at
her opening and then adjusted her stance to make sure she could post on it
properly, then slowly impaled herself, allowing his probe to open her vagina
inch by inch.  When he was in to the root, she put her hands on her bony
thighs and began to post.

	Ron reached up and collected both of her nipples, watching her face.
It was composed, watching him -- except for her nostrils which were open
wide, pulling in air.  Her eyes started out calm, but after a few strokes,
they began to glow.  She was enjoying herself, no doubt about it -- which Ron
didn't have a problem with, because he was enjoying himself, too!  Abigail
shifted her grip to the chair arms, but that didn't seem to be getting it,
either, so Ron released her nipples and held out his hands and she laced her
fingers in his and continued to pump.  She kept her mouth shut, panting
through her nose, but Ron watched her eyes get wilder and wilder until she
started to jerk and shake -- and her eyes popped and Ron could see the wash
of pleasure in them and feel her cunt clamping down rhythmically on his cock.
He got through that orgasm, thanks to the level of alcohol in his blood, he
figured -- but it wouldn't happen again.

	Abigail didn't have a whole lot of endurance, though.  Watching her,
Ron realized when rising and falling on his cock began to be a struggle and
arousal began losing the battle with exhaustion.  Since Ron wasn't finished,
this was a problem...  'Time to quit fucking around,' Ron thought and sat up.
"Hang on!"  He wrapped his arms around Abigail's slight body, scooted to the
edge of the chair, got his legs under him and stood.  He wasn't Superman;
only the fact that Abigail weighed maybe a hundred ten pounds soaking wet
made it possible, but it was.  Abigail wrapped her legs around him as he
stood there, and he got thoughtful, then directed, "Lean back some."  Abigail
did and Ron used the grip of his hands on her back to slide her up and down
the length of his cock a few times, then turned to Frank and Miriam, who were
watching in surprise, and said, "Go ahead -- I dare ya!"  Then, grinning, he
pulled Abigail back in and headed for his bedroom.

	Somehow, he managed to get Abigail onto her back on his bed without
having to disconnect from her, an effort that made him proud of himself.
Draped above her with her legs over the insides of his elbows, he announced,
"NOW we're gonna fuck!" -- and started pouring the meat to Abigail at an
urgent pace, his hips snapping as he drove himself deep into her.

	If Tom had ever fucked Abigail like this, it had been very early in
their relationship -- that first night, perhaps.  Tom would have been looking
for a way to hurt her -- and Ron seemed to have forgotten to bother.  Ron was
just fucking -- a command performance, certainly, and one that established
his dominance, but there was no underlying layer of menace.  Looked at
another way, it wasn't 'just fucking' -- it was more like 'seriously fucking'
-- Ron wasn't just masturbating himself with her pussy, either.  No, he was
watching her eyes, gauging her responses, looking for signs of that next
impending orgasm.

	That recognition was enough to bring on the orgasm he was looking to
create in her -- it flashed through her like an electromagnetic pulse,
causing her to undulate under him.  Ron grinned tightly and continued to
stroke, his urgency temporarily attenuated by the trip to the bedroom just
enough that she didn't bring him off this time, either, when her cunt started
clutching on its own.

	He was an animal -- and she loved it!  She gazed back into his
predatory eyes, acknowledging his superiority, feeding his ego with her
willing submission.  Already, he had provided more than enough reason for her
to allow him to plunder her body any way he chose.  She rubbed his flanks and
urged him on non-verbally, wanting his seed, wanting to watch as the
cataclysm of his release overcame him.  She got tunnel vision and sparks
began to flicker around the edges, and she realized that she was going to
implode again -- and Ron grinned above her and seemed to find another gear
and she knew the race was on...

	She was on the cusp -- only one more stroke and she would peak -- but
he beat her to it and set her off simultaneously by jamming himself deep and
firing a jet of semen dead on target at the center of her cervix!  Abigail
screamed, breaking her silence shockingly -- and seemed to grow tentacles,
clutching Ron to her as he erupted inside her again and again!  Ron succumbed
to the rolling clutch of Abigail's vagina and pumped semen long after he
would normally have stopped, then continued to pulse even after he had
nothing left to deliver!

	Ron got control and grunted, "Hang on, I'm rolling us over," and did
so, putting Abigail on top and himself on his back.  Then he dragged at the
bedclothes until they were half-covered, at least, and said, "I'm going to
fucking sleep.  You just stay where you are."  Abigail nodded into his neck
-- she had no interest in letting go of him, anyway.

	Frank eyed Miriam, who was posting on his cock in a manner similar to
what Abigail had been doing with Ron in the chair, and said, "I think Pa is
handled for tonight."  Miriam smiled back and went on chasing the mutual
orgasm they were working their way toward.  After a moment, Frank started
hunching up from below -- this wasn't going to take long...

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	It was late -- VERY late -- four a.m.  Amy couldn't sleep.  <I'm
worried...>

	Toby knew why; they were cuddled together, so he had the full
gestalt.  <Do you know where they are?>

	<Yes.>

	<Let's get dressed.>  They did so and went out and got into Toby's
car, hand in hand, and Amy navigated them to Tyrone's -- a location she'd
pulled from his mind earlier in the evening unconsciously as a bit of data on
the fringes of the main stream.  They pulled into the driveway and shut off
the car, knowing that they were perfectly safe there.  <Cindy and Beverly are
asleep,> Toby related, <So is Mrs. Baker.>

	<Otis is -- but Tyrone isn't.>  Amy linked Toby to the turmoil in
Tyrone's mind.

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	It had started an hour or so before, when a stray tendril of Cindy's
blonde hair tickled Tyrone's nose, awakening him.  Instead of being a
momentary thing to be batted away and forgotten as sleep reclaimed him, it
was a trigger for his mind to go into overdrive.  Things had changed,
radically, and he would have to change with them if the future that had
opened before him was going to be attainable.

	Ghetto black wasn't going to cut it anymore -- not if he was going to
keep Cindy -- and he WAS going to keep Cindy!  Tyrone could do what needed to
be done -- but Otis?  That wasn't clear...

	<Hmmm.  Do we help him?> Toby asked.

	<We used him.  We used Otis.  I think it is only fair.  I don't think
we can afford to shut him down totally as planned, either.  He has a plan --
but he'll need his powers...>

	<We can't have him just wandering around, suborning people!> Toby
protested.

	<He won't.  Take a look...>  Amy showed him the depths; Tyrone was
maturing and realizing that he couldn't afford to be heavy-handed.  Cindy and
Beverly were done, but he could soften that, even.  At this point, they were
better off with Tyrone and Otis, anyway -- some deep cravings had been
triggered in both girls and papering them over wouldn't work -- or wouldn't
last.  They'd become women at a basic level -- the one that existed in the
bad old days before society became enlightened -- the one that didn't require
higher thought.  They were female animals, and they responded to alpha males
instinctively now, and were thoroughly imprinted with himself and Otis as
those alpha males -- and they would present themselves to be sexed -- even
impregnated.  Tyrone would have to talk to Otis about that.  It was the easy,
obvious way to deal with the girls' parents -- but it wasn't the SMART way...

	<This is... ambitious...> Toby eyed Tyrone's nebulous plan as Amy
laid it out before him.  <Otis is going to be a problem, though, isn't he?>

	<Yes.>  Amy gently rolled a blanket of sleep over Tyrone's mind,
helping him do something he wanted to do himself but couldn't.  Then she
displayed a kind of schematic of Tyrone's mind for Toby.  <Tyrone has always
been capable of moving up -- but he has chosen to be camouflaged, pretending
to be gangsta.>  She displayed a network of habits and programmed responses
in Tyrone's mind.  The set that he appeared to use in public had a rich
series of interconnections with a totally different set of habits,
motivations, and responses -- a clear indication that he was acting, more or
less, when he did his gangsta impression.  He could slip into character at
will, but everything filtered through the OTHER set -- and could be kicked
off from it as necessary.  That other set was the much smarter, much more
savvy Tyrone -- the one that managed his mental powers, among other things.

	<Otis, on the other hand...>  Amy spread a similar schematic of Otis'
mind before Toby.  Here, the 'gangsta' path showed heavy use.  Otis had
'vanilla' responses, but he seldom used them -- and had to think about it.
He was nowhere near as smart as Tyrone, but he did have charisma -- which is
why Tyrone gravitated to him in the first place.

	<Can you help?> Toby asked.

	<Only if we're linked,> Amy replied.  <Without linking, I can't even
display things -- you are providing part of the reference data for the
display.  WE may be able to, but I think I need to touch him.  In fact, I may
even need something more...>

	<This is scary!> Toby worried, divining her intent.  <I understand,
but...  Tyrone is a problem, too.>

	<He's asleep -- deeply so,> Amy replied.  <You handle the women...>

	<All right...> Toby sighed mentally.  The two of them got out of the
car and crept in through Tyrone's open front door.

	"Jeezus, Babe!" Otis rumbled, half-opening bleary eyes.  He and
Beverly were sleeping on the fold-out couch -- or they had been before
Beverly started sucking him to an erection.  "Didn't ya get enough?"
Apparently not...  He closed his eyes, thinking vaguely, 'I'll just let her
get her fill...'  Moments later, she was riding him, cowgirl.  Otis relaxed
and enjoyed the ride...

	It wasn't Beverly.  Beverly was lying on the floor, sleeping soundly.
In the morning, she would remember climbing on Otis in the middle of the
night, but in reality she would have AMY's memories of climbing on Otis,
transmitted by Toby...  Toby, in contact with Amy, felt everything she felt
and passed it on.  Amy, knowing first-hand everything that felt good to the
big black teen, worked to make the interlude perfect, moving Otis rapidly to
orgasm -- and a total mental link, supported by her connection to Toby, that
flickered into life as his cock surged in ejaculation!

	Otis' responses were a series of ruts in his mind -- everything
flowed in certain directions unless he deliberately channeled them elsewhere,
like streams that had to be dammed and rerouted deliberately.  Amy had to go
in gently and create NEW ruts in the more 'vanilla' areas of his mind -- the
places where he'd learned 'manners' and other similar responses designed to
allow him to interact with a broad spectrum of people without friction -- and
most of these areas hadn't seen a lot of use over the past few years.  In the
process, she had to make the ruts in the 'gangsta' pattern less deep, so it
was an option, but wasn't the default.  It was a VERY delicate process, and
one they needed to execute quickly, while he was 'living the buzz' of his
orgasm.  Amy had a pattern developed before she got going good sexually, so
she worked furiously on it and managed to get the first pass in before the
link shut down.  Amy climbed off Otis and Toby directed a semi-conscious
Beverly to climb back onto the couch and suck Otis' erection clean, then
cuddle up, and he and Amy withdrew quietly.

	<I'd like to do that again,> Amy mused.

	<Ride Otis' cock?> Toby chuckled.  THAT went over like a lead
balloon!  <Sorry!>

	<Just a check,> Amy replied, accepting the apology.  <It was...
hurried...>

	<Can you see?> Toby asked.

	<Not right now -- I'm exhausted.>

	<Let's go home, then.>  Toby's house was taken in context.

	<I want to have sex, too,> Amy added.  <It will be okay --having sex
with Otis and the work we did will keep me from being able to support a shock
wave.>

	<Okay.>  Toby was all for it.  He put the car in gear and headed for
his house.

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	Eddie Ray woke up late -- or maybe it was early.  He was on his back,
and had Nicky's butt pressed against his right hip and his mother half-draped
on him with her nose in his left armpit.  That last was probably what had
awakened him -- Myra was moaning in her sleep.  "Nicky," Eddie Ray whispered,
rubbing the boy's bubble butt.

	"Huh?"  Nicky snorted and rolled onto his back.

	"Shhh!"  Eddie Ray whispered.  "Lookit, your momma needs a dick in
her, bad!  I won't do it if it'll piss you off -- I want us to hang -- but
she's suffering.  Can you share?"

	"Jeez..." Nicky thought about it.  "What about us?"

	"Like I said, I want it to be cool.  If it isn't, she's just gonna
have to suck it up.  You have to know that it's gonna be painful for her,
though."

	"Um, Eddie Ray, you know -- I've got... feelings..." Nicky couldn't
find words -- not safe ones.  Not ones that wouldn't get him rejected.

	"I know."  Eddie Ray pulled him down by the neck and kissed him.
"Look, poking your mama's holes isn't going to get us married or anything --
it comes more under the heading of throwing her a bone so we can all be happy
under one roof, you know?  You want your mama happy, don't you?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"You come first.  I'm sure you come first with your mama and you come
first with me.  We'll just give her a little something here and there, you
know?  You won't miss it.  Do you want me again right now?"

	"Well, no," Nicky admitted.  "I'd rather not."  His ass was probably
going to take a day to recover.

	"Okay, then.  See?"

	"I don't know if I can watch my mama get fucked..." Nicky worried.

	"I'd think it would be hot!" Eddie Ray grinned.  "That's up to you,
though."

	"Yeah..."  Nicky thought about it.  Eddie Ray seemed to be proposing
a kind of three-corner thing.  If that was the case, it might be a good thing
for him to be at ease with Eddie Ray fucking Mama...  Looking over at her, it
was clear to him that Mama was all but humping Eddie Ray's leg -- she had it
bad, obviously.  "Go ahead."

	Eddie Ray started rubbing Myra's back with one hand and her left
breast with the other...

	Myra was having the most wonderful dream.  There was a man with her
-- not Nicky, not her little boy, but a real man!  She could smell him --
man-smell, armpit stuff -- her nose was full of it and it was heady,
arousing.  She wanted to taste him -- lick him all over!  She could feel his
hard muscles...  A part of her sighed, figuring she was just masturbating in
her sleep, but it was so real...  She crushed her mons against his hard
thigh, undulating, while a big, hard hand rubbed her back and another teased
her left nipple until it seemed to vibrate!  'God!  What a dream!'  Then a
voice whispered in her ear, "Come on, Myra, get your nose out of my armpit
and crawl up so I can get at your pussy..."

	'What?'  The pillow she was holding so she could press her pussy
against it felt more like a hip bone.  'If I'm humping Nicky...'  She opened
one eye and Nicky was there, just across someone's chest, looking back.  This
wasn't him, thank God!  "Eddie Ray!"  She lurched backward.  "Sorry!"

	"It's time, I figure," Eddie Ray replied.  "Don't you?"  And with
that, he rolled atop her and started sucking her neck!

	"Omigod!"  A mini-orgasm flashed through her, rocking her!  "Omigod!"
She clutched Eddie Ray to her.

	"Can't reach anything like this..."  Eddie Ray clutched her to him
and rolled back on his back, bringing her with him, then slid his hands down
and collected a double-handful of her bubble butt, kneading it.  "Want a
little something?"

	"Please..."  She crushed her mons against the underside of his cock.
Eddie Ray extended a finger to tickle her pucker and she thrashed.  "Please!
Anywhere!  I like it in them both!"  Her pussy gushed!

	"Move up a little..." Eddie Ray directed, and Myra scrambled forward
enough that his shaft was between her legs.  "Put it in..."

	"Where?"

	"Pussy, I think -- this time."

	"Uhh, kay..."  She pressed back and his hot flesh sank inside her --
and it was HEAVEN!  She started pumping, driving herself onto it, bolt-
upright, gasping.  Eddie Ray reached up and tweaked and rubbed her spiky
nipples, making lightning flash between them.  "Ooooooooooooohhhh,
gaaaaaaaaawd..." she moaned.

	"It's a nice one, isn't it?" a familiar voice asked.  "I love it.  I
love him."  Myra looked up -- and Nicky was looking back!

	BANG!  "AAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"  Myra screamed bloody murder as
the mother of all climaxes erupted without warning!  Looking into her son's
hungry eyes set her off like a bomb!  She stopped pumping and hung there
convulsing as wave after wave inundated her!

	Eddie Ray was in no mood to stop, however, so he pulled her against
him and rolled again, coming out on top, and began to power-stroke her
clinging cunt!  "Let's everybody get some..." he puffed.

	"Yes!  Yes!  Fuck!"  Myra threw her head from side to side, unable to
focus.  It had been SOOOO LOOOOONG and this was SOOOO GOOOOD!!!  Another
orgasm smashed into her in synch with Eddie Ray's smashing into her from
above, pounding her and bashing her clit and rubbing that magic spot on the
roof of her cunt!  Her legs kicked out, the retracted until her heels were
resting on Eddie Ray's ass, her toes pointed as her whole body buzzed in
pleasure!

	It happened three more times before Eddie Ray lurched up, howling,
and smashed into her even harder for several strokes, then held himself deep
while he painted her cervix.  "Oh, Baby, I'm in love!" she gasped, clutching
Eddie Ray and rubbing his back.

	"I'll share him, Mama, but he's MINE!" Nicky declared.

	Myra rocked for a second, then got a hold of herself.  "Of course he
is, Baby," she cooed, caressing her son's cheek.  "Thank you for sharing!"

	Eddie Ray rolled off Myra and onto his back, panting.  Myra waved at
his wet cock.  "You or me?" she asked Nicky.  "It's got pussy juice on it..."

	Nicky grinned crookedly.  "It'll always have SOMETHING on it.  I'll
take a lick, then you take a lick..."  He leaned in and suited actions to
words.  Pussy juice tasted... interesting...  He backed off and Mama leaned
in and got her suck.  There was a lot of stuff around the base -- rich-
tasting stuff.  He tried to be fair about it, but he got carried away a
couple of times.

	Myra let him.  She wondered how smart this was -- it bordered on
incest.  Didn't this make Nicky a pussy-licker by proxy?  HER pussy?  She'd
have to be careful or Nicky might get ideas...  "I'll go get a washcloth."
She got up and headed out.

	Nicky HAD ideas -- and so did Eddie Ray!  "C'mere, Man!" Eddie Ray
beckoned.

	"What?"  Nicky cuddled up, his boner pressed against Eddie Ray's hip.

	"Your pecker is smaller than mine -- why don't you poke her ass?"

	"Mmmmm."  Nicky thought about it.  "That's incest, isn't it?"

	"She can't have kids from a dick in her ass, any more than you can.
Besides, you KNOW she loves it!  I bet it's been a million years!  That's why
YOU ought to do it -- you won't hurt her, breaking her in!  That and the fact
that you need a nut..."

	"How?"

	"I'll hold her.  If she REALLY freaks, we'll stop -- but she
won't..."

	"Okay."  The whole idea filled Nicky with unholy glee, for some
reason.  Eddie Ray turned on the bedside lamp, supplementing the pale glow of
the moon that had been the only source of light.

	"Get some lube..." Eddie Ray directed.

	"Right."  Nicky passed Myra on her way back; she didn't think too
much about it.  He made a beeline for his lube stash -- there probably wasn't
a moment to waste...  He dribbled lube on his quivering meat and fisted it a
bit to spread it, then hurried back to the master suite and Mama's
appointment with destiny...

	Myra was perfectly positioned, kneeling between Eddie Ray's splayed
legs, wiping down his balls.  She thought nothing of Nicky climbing onto the
bed behind her until he grasped a hip.  Her head came up, surprised.
"Nicky?"

	"Hold still, Mama."

	"Nicky, no!"  Myra made to rise, but Eddie Ray grabbed both arms and
tugged, pinning her, while hooking his heels behind her knees.  "Eddie Ray!"

	Then it was there, poking her bud.  "It's your ass, Mama -- you can't
get pregnant.  Just relax..."

	"Sweetie, it's still wrong!" Myra gasped.  "Eddie Ray, PLEASE!
Nicky..."  But Nicky wasn't stopping...  The narrow head of his cock popped
through her bung, which had done what it always did when she attacked it with
a toy -- or a cock, back when she was getting them -- it opened to welcome
the invader.  Myra's eyes popped and her mouth hung open!  "Nicky!  You stop
that!  You guys..."  Eddie Ray was grinning from ear to ear.  "Eddie Ray!"
Nicky slid home to the root in her rectum -- and it didn't hurt a bit...

	"Come on, Nicky needed a piece -- and it isn't pussy, so it won't
hurt anything -- and I'd have hurt you!  Relax!  Enjoy!  You know you love
it!" Eddie Ray cajoled.

	"B--but..."  Nicky was already setting up a rhythm, driving, his
hands on her hips.  He had big balls for such a little guy -- they slapped
her pussy lips and swung against her clit.  "It's not right..."

	"You're fine...  Isn't she fine, Nicky?"

	"Mighty fine!" Nicky puffed.  "You're mighty fine, Mama!"

	"Ooh!"  Nicky was mighty fine, too!  Eddie Ray was right -- he'd have
hurt her.  She'd have enjoyed it, anyway, but he'd have hurt her, like
Nicky's father used to.  Nicky, on the other hand...  "Baby, promise me you
won't ever tell anyone about this!" she temporized.

	"I promise, Mama -- it'll be our little secret!" Nicky puffed.

	It was too good!  He was perfect -- long, but not too long, and
narrow, with that head that popped in and out of her bung, teasing her.  And
his balls kept sparking little flashes before her eyes as they bounced
against her clit.  She was getting tunnel-vision.  "Okay, just this once,"
she muttered thickly.

	Eddie Ray chuckled and let go of her arms.  'Once, my ass!  Actually,
once, HER ass!' he thought.  Once Nicky got going, Myra might have to sleep
on her hands and knees!  Nicky was grinning from ear to ear as he pounded
away in his mother's ass, loving every second of it!  Myra started moaning
and Eddie Ray reached down so he could grab her nipples.  "Let her come
forward some, so she can suck me!" he directed.  Nicky obliged him and Myra
started gurgling around his shaft, totally into things -- and she stayed that
way until both she and Nicky had gotten off twice!

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