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Home Improvement: Tim Discovers Manhood
by Phil Phantom & Tiffany (address defunct)

***

In this episode Jill is insatiable, taking on everyone 
she can get her hot little hands on. But Jill isn't the 
only family member with an insatiable sex drive. (mm-
teens, bi, m+/F, group, inc, oral, anal, humor, size, 
cuck, sitcom-parody)

***

Jill enters the back yard and moves toward the fence.

"Wilson, are you there?"

"Hidie-ho, neighbor lady Jill."

They converge at the fence. "Wilson, I'm so glad you're 
here. I have a few minutes. Could we?"

"Why, of course." Wilson unzips and feeds his prodigious 
limp manhood through a three-inch hole in the fence.

Jill drops to her knees and assists, using her fingers 
to guide through and stimulate his neighborly python. As 
blood rushes to fill the instrument, Jill brings her 
lips to the head and sucks. She stares at the widened 
hole made in the fence and notes the freshly rounded and 
sanded edges. Pausing, she says, "I see you've improved 
the hole."

"Had to, Jill. I caught a splinter last time."

"It looks bigger."

"No, it is still eleven inches."

Jill laughed as the swelling cock pried her fingers 
apart. "Not that, the hole. The hole looks bigger."

"It is, Jill. Three inches in diameter to be exact. I 
need some play to avoid further injury. Lately, you've 
been, shall we say, energetic."

Jill held the now rampant engine and stood to look into 
Wilson's eyes. "I'm sorry, Wilson. This has been a 
difficult week. I'll try to be careful." With that, Jill 
turned, dropped her panties to her knees, and backed 
onto the stiff member, guiding its progress with one 
hand. She made a good contact, then settled over its 
length in one steady move until her bare ass touched the 
rough cedar. She let out a long moan and began a slow 
steady rocking over the cock.

Wilson, hanging onto the top of the fence, peered over 
at Jill as she stood bent over with her arms stiffly 
propped on her knees. He said, "You were very ready. I 
think this makes the first time you've taken me in one 
motion. What was on your mind, Jill?"

"Sex, Wilson. Raw, unadulterated, sex. God, this feels 
wonderful. This is just what I need."

"Take your time, dear. I'm in no hurry."

"I wish I could. I'm taking a big chance. The boys are 
out of school today."

"I know. I saw them earlier. Aren't you concerned?"

"Yes, of course, but I need this more now than ever. I'm 
not moving too fast, am I?"

"No, you're doing fine. Just avoid any fancy hip 
action."

Jill carefully controlled her movement and went straight 
in and out over the ten inches of cock on her side of 
the fence. Her ass banged the fence, making it shake on 
every in-stroke. She groaned lustfully, "Ummm, yes, this 
is just perfect. Keep an eye on the house for me, okay?"

"Not to worry, Jill. I've got you covered. Where are the 
boys?"

"They were all in Mark's room when I left."

"My, we are feeling adventuresome today, aren't we?"

Jill stepped-up her pace. Rough cedar rubbed her white 
ass to a pink hue. She said, "Yes. What's more, I'm not 
so sure I'd stop if they did come down, not after what I 
just saw."

"Care to share that?"

"Just a moment; I'm almost there." Jill pounded back in 
rapid short strokes that had the fence quaking under her 
assault. Wilson gripped tightly to the top rail as 
Jill's spastic pussy clenched on his sensitive rod. They 
came together. Wilson flooded her. Jill hung limply, 
impaled on his wilting member, her arms dangling, her 
head dropped low. After allowing a minute to savor the 
sensation, Jill slowly extracted herself from her 
neighbor. Cum rolled in rivulets down both thighs as she 
stood and shook out her hair. She drew her panties up 
and turned to face Wilson. She smiled through dreamy 
eyes and clung to the fence. "Thank you so much."

Wilson stuffed his truncheon back into his fly and said, 
"My pleasure, Jill. Now, what brought this unexpected 
pleasure on?"

"I just walked in on Randy and Brad having sex with 
Mark. Randy was in Mark's ass; Brad was getting a blow 
job from him."

"I see. Did they notice you?"

"Oh, yes! They saw me."

"And you did what?"

"I watched like an idiot, frozen in place."

"Humm, that's interesting. They didn't stop I take it."

"No, they didn't. If anything, they enjoyed having me 
catch them in the act. If I didn't know better, I would 
think they were performing for me."

"I think that's a safe bet, Jill. If they were trying to 
turn you on, it appears to have worked."

"I can't deny that, but why would they try to turn me 
on. They had every reason to expect I'd be livid."

"Not so. From what you've told me in the past, they've 
been testing these waters for weeks, possibly months. 
You never told Tim about any of their activities, did 
you?"

"Well, no, but that was because he'd go into a 
homophobic tirade."

"Is that the real reason, or could it be that you 
subconsciously wanted to send them a signal - a green 
light?"

"Oh, Wilson, I'm so confused. I know nothing about 
raising boys. I grew up in a house full of girls, three 
sisters. Boys are still a mystery to me."

"They can be a challenge, especially for a sexy young 
mother like you. Have you been taking my advice?"

"About letting them see me naked? Not exactly. I have 
been less conservative in my dress, especially after a 
bath. They've certainly seen more of me this week than 
ever before. A bath towel doesn't cover much, especially 
if you wear it long enough. I just can't seem to 
completely let go. I think you are right, though. They 
are very curious about me. I find it difficult to accept 
that boys could fixate on their mother as a sex object. 
That seems so animalistic and primitive."

"Yes, but they are using a very primitive portion of 
their brain, a portion driven by animal urges. The fact 
that you are their mother means absolutely nothing. They 
only see female."

"That was the look I got from Brad and Randy just a 
while ago. They certainly didn't see their mother 
standing there, that's for sure."

"It's time for you to escalate matters or retreat. 
They've thrown down the gauntlet. Are you going to tell 
Tim?"

"Shouldn't I?"

"Perhaps, but maybe you should let me speak to him 
first."

"You do have a way of getting through to him. Look, I'd 
better go back. I see they've come down. This should be 
interesting."

[Cut to the taping of Tool Time.]

"Speaking of nasty cracks, Al, how's your mother doing 
these days?"

"Very funny, Tim. I'll have you know..."

"Cut!" The stage manager said, "Come on, Tim. You know 
we can't use that."

"I know. I was just giving Al a hard time." Tim feigned 
a weak punch to Al's arm. Al took it stiffly, casting 
Tim a disapproving glance. "Lighten-up, Al. It was a 
joke."

"I don't think so, Tim. I don't appreciate humor at my 
mother's expense. You know that."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, we'll start over. Get ready to roll 
'em, Bill."

Tim resumed his place and said, "And that's how you fill 
those nasty cracks in dry wall. Speaking of nasty 
cracks..." Tim paused for effect. Al glared. Tim smiled 
and said, "Remember, cracks over one half inch need to 
be taped using Binford's miracle spackle tape. Even Al's 
mother knows that. Right, Al?"

"I don't think so, Tim."

"That's all we have today for Tool Time. Be sure to tune 
in next week when we look at home security."

Bill stood and said, "That's a wrap."

(Break for commercial message)

Back at the Taylor house, Jill entered the house intent 
on heading straight for the nearest bathroom. She 
stopped just inside the door, halted by the leering smug 
grins coming from Brad and Randy. She turned to Mark who 
took a seat at the table, looking meek and humbled. Her 
motherly instincts took over, making her forget the mess 
seeping slowly down her legs. She stepped over to Mark 
and ruffled his hair, hugging him to her side. She gave 
the other two a stern look and said, "You two are 
pushing me too far. I should tell your father what I 
saw."

Brad said defensively, "Why? He liked it."

Randy added, "Yeah, he's a little homo. If you tell on 
us, Dad's going to find out that his precious little 
Mark is a fag."

Mark shot back, "I am not a fag; you guys are."

Brad said, "I'm not the one with a sore butt and cum 
breath."

Jill said, "That's enough, all of you. Nobody is a fag. 
I don't want to hear any of you using that word in my 
presence again."

Jill was unaware, but a thick trail of semen appeared 
below the edge of her skirt's hem. Brad and Randy 
watched it slide into full view. Jill saw their eyes 
open wide, focused at her knees and knew right away what 
they'd seen. A deep flush reddened her face as she 
became aware of the obscene flow approaching her calf. 
She brushed quickly past Randy. As she went past Brad, 
he reached out and scooped the trail onto two out-
stretched fingers, making Jill jump and spin about. 
"Brad! What do you think you're doing?"

Brad brought the fingers to his nose, sniffed, made a 
face, and said, "This is cum!"

Jill was speechless. Randy challenged, "Mom, where did 
you get that?"

Jill lamely said, "It's not that at all."

Brad said, "Bull!" He strode over to Mark and offered 
the fingers to him, saying, "Taste it, Mark. You're the 
cum expert."

Jill looked on helplessly as Mark allowed Brad to place 
the two fingers in his mouth. Mark licked, then sucked 
Brad's fingers. He said, "It is so cum."

By then, cum was evident on the other leg as well. Jill 
felt trapped and powerless, blushing profusely. A 
devilish thrill coursed through her as she observed 
their intense stares. She fought the urge to dash 
upstairs, even after Brad said, "Who have you been 
humping, Mom? It sure wasn't Dad."

Jill reddened further as Brad came towards her. He 
boldly grasped the front of her skirt's hem and lifted. 
Jill blocked him from lifting it past her crotch but 
made no effort to push or slap away his hands. Their 
eyes roamed her bare thighs and the spermy mess thereon. 
She groaned and said, "All right, you busted me. It is 
semen."

Randy came up on her left and knelt to peer up into her 
legs, declaring, "Shit! One guy couldn't have done all 
this."

Brad knelt and looked at her crotch adding, "Where did 
you find the horse, Mom?"

Mark wiped his mouth and spit, crying, "Horse!"

Jill said, "It was not a horse, Mark! Honestly, when 
will you ever learn not to listen to these two."

Brad said, "Who was it then?" Together, he and Randy 
applied upward pressure on the skirt. Jill gave way, 
allowing them to completely expose her panties.

She said, "That's none of your business."

Mark joined his brothers, kneeling at Jill's feet. Brad 
said, "Go ahead, Mark. Lick the cum off her legs. You 
know you want to."

Jill looked down at her youngest boy hungrily eyeing the 
cum drool sliding over her right calf. She started to 
protest as his head dipped. She bit her lower lip as his 
tongue lapped at the cum. Randy said, "See, Mom. He 
loves the stuff. Eat it all up, Mark."

Jill wanted to stop him but the deliciously wicked 
sensation of having her baby boy lick cum from her legs 
halted her words. Mark's lapping tongue traveled up her 
legs, going from one to the other, advancing steadily 
towards her sopping wet panties. At mid thigh, the 
proximity of her thighs prevented him from getting at 
the bulk of the sperm. Randy tugged at her left ankle. 
Jill shifted her weight to the right and the left went 
shooting out three feet. Jill had to regain her balance 
in the obscene pose. Mark's face went in tight to her 
thighs as his tongue attacked the rich harvest.

Jill relinquished her skirt to her boys and placed her 
hands on her ass, thrusting out her pelvis in lewd 
offering as Mark advanced on her steamy crotch. He 
fastened his mouth over her panties covering her vulva 
and sucked, munching at the gooey crotch of her panties. 
Jill moaned as Brad reached in and pulled the crotch 
away from her heated pussy, saying, "She likes it, Mark. 
Lick her pussy."

Jill said nothing as Brad pulled harder. The panties 
ripped, baring her vagina. Mark licked through her 
inflamed cunt lips, lapping at the prize within. Jill 
tilted up her pelvis to her son's sucking mouth as Brad 
and Randy tore away the remnants of her panties. She 
remained passive as her two older boys began removing 
her clothes. They easily removed her clothing by pulling 
them over her head. Before she had time to dwell on 
being naked, she was.

Brad and Randy molded her tits, feeling her ass, and 
sucking on her hard nipples. Brad slapped her right tit, 
making it jiggle. He laughed and Randy slapped his tit. 
Jill could not help but enjoy being crudely used by her 
boys. Mark had scooted beneath her, tilting back his 
head to get a good lip-lock on her pussy. Jill glanced 
out the patio door and saw Wilson peering over the 
fence. She then noticed his erection poking through the 
hole. Brad saw where she was looking and noticed also, 
exclaiming, "Hey, look at that! It's Wilson shoving his 
dick through the fence."

Randy turned; Mark crawled out from between his mother's 
legs; Jill moaned her disappointment. Brad took Jill's 
hand and drew her toward the door. Jill offered no 
resistance. She stumbled along with them as Brad led the 
way to the fence. Jill was prodded right up to the 
fence. She said, "Things got out of hand, Wilson."

"It would appear so, Jill."

The boys were on their knees, crowded around Wilson's 
mighty cock. Brad said, "Suck on this, Mark."

Jill glanced down as Mark took the head of Wilson's cock 
into his mouth and sucked. Randy pumped on the shaft. 
Jill looked into Wilson's eyes and said, "Did I do 
good?"

"You did good by me. How do you feel?"

"Horny, still very horny."

"It looks like you're going to have to wait your turn."

Brad shoved Mark aside and said, "No she won't. It's all 
yours, Mom. Hop on."

Jill raised her eyebrows and said, "I've gone this far. 
Why not?"

"Indeed. I'm at your disposal."

Jill assumed the position with her ass poised to receive 
the giant cock. This time, she let Randy do the honors 
of guiding it in. She settled back over it as her boys 
gathered to watch the penetration from several angles: 
Brad on her right, Randy on the left, and Mark beneath 
her licking at the cock sliding in and out of her soupy 
twat.

Wilson lasted much longer this time and Jill managed two 
orgasms. When she pulled free of his spent prick, Mark 
devoured her cunt, dining on Wilson's fresh deposit. 
Jill remained in place to allow Mark time to thoroughly 
clean her sex. Randy and Brad used their hands to 
explore her body with impunity, even going so far as to 
probe her asshole. Wilson observed them with a satisfied 
grin.

[Fade to a commercial message]

Tim arrived home two hours later. All looked normal at 
the Taylor house. Jill was out shopping with Mark. Randy 
and Brad were in their room. Tim found his way to the 
back yard and called out, "Wilson, you there?"

"Right here, neighbor." They met at the fence near the 
hole. Tim noticed the hole for the first time and said, 
"What's this?"

"Oh, that's to help the new meter reader read my meter, 
Tim. The poor guy is in a wheelchair. He can look 
through the hole after reading yours and can now read 
mine also. I didn't think you'd mind."

"It's your fence, Wilson, but this sure is a big peep 
hole." Tim ran his index finger around the inside and 
commented, "Good job. Sanded and everything. Looks like 
you routed the edges."

"Yes, any job worth doing is worth doing well, Tim."

"What did you use on this, a three-quarter round-over?"

"That's right, Tim."

"You went to a lot of trouble."

"No trouble at all, Tim. I'm here all day with nothing 
better to do."

Tim stood and said, "Say, Wilson. I don't suppose you've 
noticed anything funny going on here during the day, 
have you?"

"Funny? Funny in what way, Tim?"

"Well, you know, not funny ha, ha, but funny as in 
Jill... naah, forget it."

"No, Tim, what's on your mind?"

"Wilson, can I be Frank?"

"You can be whoever you want, Frank."

"No, you know. Can we talk, guy to guy?"

"Sure, shoot."

"I think Jill might be having an affair."

"What makes you say that?"

"Let's just say that she's not a tight fit anymore."

"Well, Tim, you do know that a woman loses her youthful 
firmness as she ages."

"Yeah, but not overnight. Wilson, I used to be able to 
put two fingers into her and she'd grunt and groan. Now, 
she doesn't grunt or groan if I put two hands in her. 
What's worse, I can clap."

"I'm sure you're exaggerating, Tim. Still, you may have 
caused that yourself."

"Yeah, maybe, but it's a feeling I can't shake. Are you 
sure nothing is going on here? Have you ever seen 
anybody hanging around?"

"Other than the pool guys, no I haven't."

"Wilson, we don't have a pool!"

"Just injecting a little levity, Tim."

"Oh, yeah, that's pretty funny."

"Tim, perhaps Jill is taking matters into her own hands. 
Women can be quite creative in self stimulation. Many 
men have been cuckold by a cucumber."

"ArruuughhhHHH!"

"That's right, Tim. In ancient Greece, they even used 
live ells."

"No way, those slimy things."

"In many cultures, men go out of their way to keep their 
woman satisfied, even to the point of supplying lovers."

"No way. What cultures?"

"In Sparta, a man wasn't considered a man if he allowed 
his woman to become frigid or a-sexual. Having a hot-
blooded wife reflected on the husband's virility. 
Jealousy was viewed as a weakness. In fact, it is a 
weakness, a sign of insecurity. A real man does not feel 
threatened by another man paying attention to his woman. 
A real man takes it as a compliment; and, indeed it is."

"So you're saying that if Jill is messing around, I 
should look the other way."

"Not necessarily. You could calmly watch. Take it as an 
opportunity to impress Jill, not to mention her lover."

"So what, I turn down the sheets for them, serve drinks, 
light cigarettes afterwards."

"Tim, the greatest cocksman of all time, Ivan Abaulia, 
said, 'A woman can never be possessed until set totally 
free. If she returns to your bed, she's yours.'"

"I think I saw that on a poster once."

"Could be; it has many variations."

"What happens if she doesn't return or brings a friend 
or two?"

"If she doesn't return, she was never yours. If she 
brings a friend or two, make room. If you are right 
about Jill, I'm impressed."

"Yeah? How so?"

"Well, he's obviously much better endowed than you, yet 
she's still with you. In my book, that's a striking 
testimony to your powers as a lover and to your 
virility."

"Yeah. Argh! Argh! Argh! Virility. Power. That's me, all 
right." Tim thought for a second then said, "So, you 
think I should set her free, huh?"

"That's up to you, Tim. If you do, I don't think you 
have anything to worry about."

"Naah, she'd come back. They don't call me Tim-the-tool 
man for nothing, you know."

"That's the spirit, Tim."

"You know, Wilson. You are absolutely right. A real man 
wouldn't fret. A real man would hold his head high."

"That he would, Tim."

"When she gets back, I'm setting her free."

"Hold on, Tim. She might read that the wrong way, as a 
rejection."

"So, how should I handle this?"

"Just be supportive, even encouraging. Leave her plenty 
of opportunity to feel free. Don't pry. Look the other 
way. In time, she'll feel free and love you all the more 
for her freedom."

"Yeah? Freedom. That's what I'm going to do." Tim 
thought, then said, "Say, Wilson, you might want to give 
Jill a try. Jill likes you. I'm really curious. I'd like 
to know if she would put out for another man."

"I'll be honest. The thought has crossed my mind. Jill 
is a strikingly attractive woman."

"Yeah, and she's a hot little number in bed."

"Tim, are you sure you wouldn't mind? It isn't worth 
jeopardizing our friendship, good neighbor."

"No, no way. I trust you, Wilson. I know you wouldn't 
try to steal her away. You'd be convenient. Hell, you 
could even put this hole to better use than a peep hole 
for the electric company. It looks to be the right 
height. The hole is big enough...isn't it?"

"Oh, I'm sure it is."

"Uh, Wilson, not to be too personal, but how small would 
be too small for you?"

Wilson felt the hole with his fingers and said, "Well, 
actually, this is pretty close."

Tim got a worried look on his face, examined the hole, 
raised up and said, "Wilson, if you were to stick it 
through this hole, how far back would I need to stand?"

"That would depend on how friendly a neighbor you wanted 
to be."

"Let's say I don't want to be friendly at all."

"I'd say ten or eleven inches should do it."

"ArruuughhHHH?"

"Don't worry, Tim. If you can insert two hands and clap, 
Jill will have no difficulty."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about her 
falling in love with your fence."

Tim wandered back to the house and thought about 
manhood, freedom, possession, Ivan Abaulia, and fences. 
He adjusted the growing bulge in his pants and looked 
for cigar butts in the ash trays.

[Fade to a commercial message]

Jill and Mark entered the house laughing. They walked to 
the kitchen and Jill set two bags of groceries on the 
counter top. She ruffled Mark's hair and said, "You run 
on up to your room and do something to make it like a 
human boy lives in it."

Mark bounded up the stairs as Tim came around the 
counter. Jill was unpacking her food stuff. Tim said, 
"You're in a good mood."

"Well, I'm not about to break into a number from *The 
Sound of Music*, but yes, I am happy. How did the taping 
go today?"

"Nothing special. Bill got his panties twisted because I 
made an off-color reference to Al's mother."

"I wish you'd leave Al's mother alone, Tim. Those jokes 
are getting tiresome and I'm sure Al doesn't appreciate 
them. One of these days he'll get even with you." She 
placed lettuce and tomatoes in the vegetable bin.

"You mean like making a move on my wife? I'd like to see 
him try. Besides, even if he did succeed, it wouldn't 
phase me."

Jill halted and stood with milk in one hand and orange 
juice in the other. She suspected at once that Wilson 
had been talking to her husband. She said, "You wouldn't 
huh?"

"No, not me. Some insecure whimp might get all bent out 
of shape, but not me."

Jill put the items away, stood, turned to Tim and said, 
"How do you know he hasn't succeeded already?"

"WHAT? I mean, what difference does it make? Yesterday, 
today, tomorrow, it won't phase me one tiny iota. 
Ah...Jill, has..."

"No, he hasn't, but now that I know how you feel, I see 
no reason to be coy around him. I heard those shy, quiet 
types make the best lovers once you get them fired up."

"Well, I'm sure that Al will be the exception that 
proves the rule."

"We'll see."

Jill pulled out two large cucumbers from the bag. She 
saw Tim's eyes widen. He simply said, "Cucumbers, huh?"

Jill chuckled and said, "Yes, cucumbers. They're 
vegetables, Tim."

"They're awful big."

"We generally don't eat them whole."

"Some women don't eat them at all, if you know what I 
mean."

"No, I don't know what you...yes, I do. Tim, do you 
think that I..."

"Hey, honey, don't get defensive. I understand these 
things."

A wry smile crossed Jill's lips, "You do, do you?"

"Sure, all women do it. A good, secure man understands 
his woman's needs. Get bigger ones if you want. You 
know, Sparticus used to give eels to his Greek women. 
That Sparticus, now that was a man's man. Aaarrrghh, 
Aaarrrghh, Aaarrrghh!"

Jill laughed, shaking her head. She put away the 
cucumbers and said while draping her arms over his 
shoulders, "I'm so glad you understand my needs, Tim. 
I'm seeing a side of you I never knew existed, so manly, 
confident, secure."

"If you want to own a good woman, let her go screw 
around. If she comes back and screws you, she's a good 
woman. Ivan Abaulla."

"Ya wanna ball me, huh? Take me you Trojan warrior."

Tim scooped Jill up in his arms and headed for the 
stairs. Jill was laughing as they went up, meeting Brad 
and Randy coming down. With her skirt fallen away from 
her ass and no panties, each boy was presented with an 
enticing view of her naked sex. As each passed, he 
delivered a hard open palm slap to her ass, making her 
squeal. Tim stopped and turned on the landing, amazed at 
what they'd done. He held Jill with her ass facing the 
boys as he said, "Did you guys just do what I think you 
did?"

Jill leaned up to whisper, "Sweetheart, I am not wearing 
any panties. I think those two have had enough of a 
female anatomy lesson."

Tim quickly turned her so that her ass faced upstairs 
just as Mark was headed down. Tim's head was turned 
toward the grinning older pair so he didn't see Mark 
move up and start licking Jill's twat. Jill bit her 
lower lip, but stifled another squeal. Tim said, "I'll 
have a talk with you two right after I take your mother 
up and... talk to her."

Randy smirked and said, "What are you going to talk 
about, the first thing that pops up."

"Hey, that's enough. This is your mother, not some cheap 
barmaid. You guys just wait in the dining room until I 
come down, and don't move a muscle."

Tim looked back up the stairs as he started moving 
forward and saw Mark duck out from under his mother's 
skirt. "What the...? Mark, what the hell were you doing 
down there? You go down and wait with the others. I can 
see I need to talk with all of you kids." After going 
over the top step, Tim quietly said, "Jill, what was he 
doing down there?"

"Ask Mark. I'm just a helpless housewife about to be 
ravaged by Sparticus. Faster Sparti!"

Tim gave Jill the best ride in ages. Afterwards, they 
were both sweaty and exhausted. Each had rolled onto 
their backs, panting heavily. Tim got his breath and 
raised on one elbow, turning to face his naked wife. He 
said, "Jill, what were you doing going out without 
panties on?"

"I go out without panties all the time. You just never 
looked."

"But why?"

"It feels good on days like today."

"But suppose someone sees?"

"So? Does it bother you that some big hunk might see my 
pussy and decide he wants some?"

"Huh? Oh, no, of course not. But what about the boys?"

"Who cares about them. They see it all the time."

"WHAT?"

"Sure, why not, they're just kids. They don't think 
anything of it."

"Jill! Honey, let me tell you about boys. I know about 
little boys."

"Yeah, I've heard about you Spartans."

"That's not funny, Jill."

Jill rose up to face Tim and said with mock 
astonishment, "What is this I'm seeing... Tim Taylor, 
jealous of his own little boys? Is that it, Tim?"

"No, no way. Jealous of kids? Those kids? Our kids? Ha! 
Double ha!"

"I think you are? You're worried that little boys might 
take your place. I'm aghast."

"Bull! I'm not worried about that."

"Yeah, prove it."

"I'll prove it... how will I prove it?"

"By going down there and instead of ranting about 
smacking me on the ass and licking my beaver..."

"WHAT? Is that what Mark was doing?"

"That's just where he prefers to kiss me. It's no big 
deal."

Tim ran his fingers through his hair, sweat beaded on 
his puzzled brow. "How long has this..."

"Never mind, I can see you won't be able to prove a 
thing to me."

"No, go on. What."

"Well, instead of chewing their little butts, give them 
your old macho, atta boy speech. Tell them you're proud 
of them. If you did that, I'd be impressed."

"You don't think I will, do you."

"I double dog dare you."

"Double dog, huh. Nobody, double dogs Tim-the-tool man 
Taylor. Uuh auh, no sir. I'll do it. You'll just have to 
fend for yourself from now on, baby. Those are Taylor 
boys down there, and you are fresh meat on a hook."

Jill laid back with a self-satisfied smile as Tim 
struggled into his pants. As Tim was passing through the 
door, she called out, "Honey, would ask Brad to bring me 
a cucumber?"

Tim's jaw dropped as he watched Jill spread out on her 
back and ease her hands into her crotch. His mind seemed 
to be operating in molasses. He nodded dumbly and pulled 
the door shut.

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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