Nora and Mary shared lunch, and it was their usual catch-up time. Nibbling on a carrot stick, Mary broached the subject, "So, how's the new boyfriend?"
Nora glanced up from her burger. She knew why Mary settled for raw vegetables, poor thing, but she needed something a bit more substantial. "Oddly enough, he's just fine. Dina was right; all he needed was a little carrot and a lot less stick. I figure with a little work, he'll even be presentable in public!" She grinned. "Seriously, though, Nate is a lot sweeter than anybody would have guessed. What about YOU and your male harem?"
Nora expected one of Mary's slightly snide comebacks, followed by some serious bragging, but instead, she was slightly hesitant and a lot more serious. "You want the truth, or the official story?" Nora's head came up, and Mary glanced around to see if they were in any danger of being overheard. "I'm gonna bust a gut if I don't tell SOMEBODY..."
Nora leaned in. "Why don't you start with the official story, and then pick it to pieces."
"All right." Mary put her hands flat on the table and leaned forward earnestly. "The official story is that we all got drunk and watched porn flicks, and I took on all comers. There's a lot of truth to it, but it doesn't begin to cover what REALLY went on..." She glanced around again. "This can go nowhere; I'm telling you because you're my best friend and I have to tell SOMEBODY, but if it gets out..." She shrugged. "Well, people could get hurt. And I'd KNOW who did it!"
"Oooo, secrets!" Nora exclaimed. "Cool!" Then she settled down, "Okay, I promise -- I won't tell a soul."
"Okay." Mary's eyes moved constantly, watching for eavesdroppers, and Nora got the point -- this was going to be serious. "You know which way Teddy's been leaning..." Nora nodded. "Well, Saturday night, he ducked into the Men's Room and was giving anonymous blowjobs. I guess that there was a hole between a couple of the stalls, or something -- guys stuck their cocks through and Teddy gave 'em head."
Nora nodded, excited. It was a pretty interesting concept...
"Well, about midnight, Teddy comes out of the bathroom like his tail feathers are on fire, and parks next to me. A couple of minutes later, Stick comes wandering out of the Men's Room with cum on his shoe, and starts casually pumping me for the names of recent passers-by. Teddy got nervous, and I added two and two and got six --then proceeded to take advantage of it!"
"Oh, Holy Shit! You mean?"
"Yeah. Turns out Teddy'd drained Stick's balls, and Stick enjoyed it a lot and was looking for a re-match." Mary chuckled. "Teddy had been pissing and moaning about taking me home alone, but now I had him by the balls. I got him to offer to take Stick, too -- ostensibly to provide him with some safety -- by threatening to out him to Stick, who was all set to put a dress on him and keep him for a girlfriend, if he could catch him. Teddy said later he'd threatened to do just that in the Men's Room."
Nora tittered, and Mary continued, "Well, we went to my house, and up the back stairs to my room..."
"You mean your apartment!" Nora interjected.
Mary nodded. "Yeah. Stick's eyes just about bugged out of his head -- poor guy sleeps on a broken-down couch at home, I found out. Anyway, I was out of my party dress and into my green nightie before they'd stopped arguing over which brand of beer to drink." She grinned.
Nora laughed. "THAT short thing? It shows about everything, when you sit down!"
Mary wiggled her eyebrows. "... Which I did, almost immediately. Teddy was so scared, he was about to pee his pants, so we sent him off to the bathroom with a beer." She shook her head. "I think he chugged it; he was fucked up when he came out." She sat forward. "In the meantime, I had a heart to heart talk with Stick. I outed Teddy, but warned Stick that if he abused him, I'd tell everybody that Stick was queer, too. That slowed him 'way down..." Mary grinned, remembering. "Then I threw a porn flick in the VCR, dragged Teddy out of the bathroom, and triggered the man-trap!"
Nora shook her head. "What did you do? I don't quite understand..."
Mary grinned. "I made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse. Neither of them had ever had pussy, and both were so hard up that gay sex looked good. I told 'em that they could try anything they wanted with each other, right there -- but both of 'em had to fuck me!"
"And?" Nora was amazed.
"And then the wild shit started," Mary confirmed. "Lemme see -- first, we had Show and Tell -- the boys hadn't really been exposed to the real thing -- then some round-robin clit diddling and cocksucking. I drank about a quart from Teddy, which caused him to kinda lose interest, so Stick poked me with his while Teddy and I swapped spit... Is this all too graphic for ya?" She grinned from ear to ear.
"NO!" Nora was fascinated! An orgy! Or at least a... menage? Something French...
Mary grinned. "After that, the boys tried a few things while I sat out, just lending a hand here and there. After a while, I started to feel left out, so I found a spot to link up and we did this sandwich thing with Teddy in the middle..."
Nora frowned, trying to picture it. Anything she came up with was a homosexual act... Mary let her off the hook. "Stick had Teddy's ass, and I had his cock. And it was very, very good! I've been right to be hunting the little shit all this time..."
Nora continued to frown, absorbing this. "So they did the whole gay sex thing? Where does that leave everybody?"
Mary shrugged. "Well, they did the whole straight sex thing, too, and that was at least equally successful. I figure Stick could do without getting sex from guys without even thinking about it -- but he's not terribly embarrassed about it, either, and Teddy sucks a mean cock and his ass is pretty good, too, sooo..." She frowned. "If anybody's confused right now, it's probably Teddy. The boy likes cock, and he's good at what he does -- he had himself all convinced he was queer -- but he's discovered that he likes pussy, too, and he's VERY good at that! You haven't lived until you've had his tongue in your pussy!"
"Gawd, Mary! The things you say!" Nora laughed, her face pink. "What about YOU?"
"Me?" Mary sat back, and her eyelids drooped. "I think I can take my pick."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Mary sighed, "but it's not going to be easy. They're very different, but both very good..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Stick's pretty laid back and confident -- and once he gets going, he's a machine! Teddy -- well, you know Teddy; he's still kind of a little boy. Still, there's something in each of them that needs mothering..."
"Teddy's pretty small, all around. I don't suppose he's got much, down there..." Nora ventured.
"Well, you'd be right -- and you'd be wrong," Mary returned. "You're right in that his cock isn't awful long -- but it's got this huge, wide head, like a mushroom! It's like THIS, for Christs' sake!" She made an 'O' by joining the thumb and forefinger of each hand to demonstrate Teddy's amazing girth. "It's like being done with a bathroom plunger! Stick said Beulah Tyrone would sit up and take notice! Frankly, there's no way Teddy's ever gonna get a cherry -- no virgin could take him!"
"No shit! Wow!" Nora exclaimed. THAT was sure a surprise! "And Stick?"
"Couldn't be more different. His cock is built like he is -- narrow and LOOOOONG! When he did me, he hit bottom -- and kept going! And was THAT weird!" Mary exclaimed.
"Huh?" Nora frowned in confusion.
"I don't know how I managed it, but Stick popped right through my cervix! It was weird! Hurt a little bit, but it was good, too! Kind of a good sore, like picking a scab..." Nora nodded; she'd experienced the sensation, too. Mary went on, "He's damned good with it; once in the saddle, he just goes and goes..." Mary got wistful. "I could use another shot of that..."
"Are you gonna get one?" Nora asked.
"Yeah, I figure. Saturday night went REAL well -- nobody felt any pressure. Both of 'em have basically said they'll be back. From the way they've been acting the past couple of days, I'd say that they were both telling the truth."
"What about the gay sex thing?"
Mary shrugged. "I don't mind. I think they're both gonna discover they're basically straight -- bi, worst case. There seems to be plenty of room for me, and I know that when things settle out, I'll have most of whichever one I pick, even if he still wants to play man games. Stick, for instance: he won't settle out queer -- he just wants to be on top. I had to browbeat him into sucking Teddy's cock, warning him that it wasn't fair to Teddy for him to just pump juice into the boy from both ends -- he's NEVER gonna take a cock up that skinny ass, ESPECIALLY that fat monster of Teddy's!"
Nora just sat there, her face a mask of wonder. "I can't believe you talked a boy into sucking another boy's cock!"
Mary shrugged. "It was only fair. Poor Teddy was willing to take it in both ends! If he turns out queer, what kind of a relationship is that? How would YOU like to just give blowjobs and be fucked in the ass all the time, and not even get your pussy licked?" Mary's eyes twinkled. "HAVE you been fucked in the ass? Have you even had that pussy licked? Well? It's your turn -- give!"
Nora colored. "Um, no ass, yet, but Nate has a pretty good tongue. Oh, and a NICE cock..." Her tone as she said this spoke volumes.
Mary smiled. "So, Nate took your cherry Saturday night. How was it? Knowing Nate, it was rough in spots, I figure."
Nora's retort was arch, "Then you DON'T know Nate! He was incredibly gentle, sorry it hurt -- you have no idea! I practically raped him -- not vice versa! He was willing to stop any time, wait until another day... Once we'd settled on the ground rules, and Nate was sure I wasn't just messing with his head, well, there was a whole other Nate in there..." Nora's eyes were starry.
"Well, I'll be damned! Who'd have thought that? Congratulations, Sweetie! So he's not just the climb on and pump type, huh?"
"Oh, no!" Nora averred. She eyed Mary sidelong, embarrassed. "Tenisha might tell; she knows quite a bit, since we did it at her house. She was making out with Draper..."
"Oh? So her and Draper took, too?"
"Uh huh. They went upstairs, and I'm pretty sure Draper got her cherry, too -- but not before I acted like a total slut in front of the pair of them. I got a grip on Nate's cock, and I just went nuts! It's embarrassing, now, to think about it. I just couldn't get enough! The smell, the feel, the taste..." Nora shook herself and came back. "I was a wild woman; Nate had to borrow a rubber from Draper. If one of them talks, my rep is TOTALLY destroyed."
Mary sat back and laughed, her torso jiggling. "So you raped Nate? THAT's a switch!"
Nora smiled through her embarrassment, "Well, it wasn't QUITE rape, since Nate was more than willing -- but he'd have stopped any time." She shook her head in wonder. "And he LOVES my ass! He just rubs it and squeezes it, and babbles about how sweet it is... To me, it's just fucking huge..."
"You're gonna have to let him stick his dick in it..." Mary's grin was huge.
Nora made a face. "Doesn't sound too nice."
"If he's gentle," Mary argued, "-- and you SAY he is -- you can cum that way, believe it or not. It's different from having your pussy ironed from the inside, but it can be real pleasant; a little clit-diddling, and BOOM!" Actually, the only time Mary had ever done it, clit-diddling hadn't been required, but she felt it was best to suggest the idea to Nora, just in case... "Cumming is mostly in your head, Hon -- if you're happy and not hung up, it'll happen. You'd be amazed at the things that get people off."
'Maybe not, ' Nora thought, thinking of her father. "So, you've had anal sex?"
Mary sighed. "What, you don't know? Everybody ELSE in school does! Nick Pendergast saw to THAT!"
"I heard something..."
Mary chuckled wryly. "That was the night I discovered alcohol. One beer, and I was looped. Nick had a hand in my panties while I was still trying to figure out how many he had. He rode me to two climaxes, then rolled me over and worked it into my ass. Afterwards, I was in love, but Nick was looking for a wild tale about what a stud he was. Forty eight hours later, the whole world knew I was a slut."
"That's a little harsh..."
"No, Hon -- it's true. I'm a slut. I LOVE sex -- and for me, that's a drawing card! Otherwise, I'd have no contact with boys at all!" Mary grinned.
"Well, maybe. If loving sex is all it takes to be a slut, I'm one, too. Sex with Nate is..." Nora relied on the look to cover the indescribable.
Mary laughed. "Give him some ass, sometime. But get some K-Y first!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Nora laughed. "Seriously, how are you guys gonna handle this?"
"We kinda set the ground rules Saturday night," Mary related. "They can do each other at my house, any time, and only I -- and now, YOU -- will know. But they have to fuck ME, too. If they come to see me, I try to give equal time until somebody decides on a preference. The worst thing that could happen would be some kind of bi love triangle. Maybe the best would be some kind of permanent sandwich arrangement."
"Isn't this mostly just hope? When's your next date?" Nora asked.
"Well, I dunno. They've both been nice since Saturday. And they haven't dumped on me. But we haven't set anything new... So when does Nate plan to follow up on Saturday night?" Mary attacked.
"Goodness, we had sex last night!" Nora returned.
"No shit?" Mary was taken aback. "Where?"
"My room." Nora preened herself. "When Daddy told Mom that it was okay, she just kind of rolled over on the whole thing. Besides, he's riding HER right now..."
Mary, being Nora's best friend, knew quite a bit about her relationship -- or lack of one -- with her father. But she hadn't been brought up to date... "What? When did your Dad mix in things?"
Nora smiled; apparently, she'd upstaged Mary's little orgy. "Daddy is suddenly all over things -- at least by phone. He called Sunday morning and talked to Mom and me. I discovered that he's watching us a lot closer than we ever guessed."
Mary sat forward, "What do you mean?"
"I mean the first thing he asked was how good a lover Nate was!"
"Holy shit!" Mary was amazed. "You're kidding!"
"Uh uh. The way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised if he had it all on tape, despite the fact that it happened at Tenisha's!"
"No way!"
Nora shook her head. "That was just the first part. We figured that Daddy would go through the roof when he found out about Nate, but he didn't. I even tried to set him off for the Hell of it, and he wouldn't bite. He said something to the effect that he wouldn't interfere because he didn't want me to do anything stupid to spite him. But he sent a gorilla to see Nate Sunday afternoon."
"To tell him to lay off?" Mary guessed.
Nora shook her head. "Apparently, he told Nate that as long as he did right by me, he was golden -- but if he fucked me over..."
"... What?" Mary asked.
"I don't think a specific threat was made. But the gorilla was threat enough -- Nate said he could have used him for a toothpick."
"What else?"
"Daddy didn't say much more to me, but he put Mom through the wringer over the phone. One thing was pretty simple -- he gave her instructions to write me a note to get me out of school, yesterday, to go to get the Pill."
"That's where you were third and fourth periods?" Mary asked.
"Yeah. That's a tale in itself -- Daddy's limo picked me up... Anyway, then he unloaded a BUNCH of crap on Mom -- she wouldn't tell all, but I'm starting to get a sense of it. One thing she DID say surprised me, though -- she and Daddy are still having sex!"
"What?"
Nora nodded. "I've told you that Daddy is into the power thing, right? Well, it's a lot worse than I ever suspected. When Mom goes to see him, she always comes back weirded out. I never knew why, but I learned to leave her alone for a bit, after. It turns out that he fucks her in his office -- usually in front of witnesses -- about every other time she goes there. And when he doesn't fuck her, he's fucking somebody ELSE in front of HER!"
"Wow! No shit?"
"Nope. Mom told me -- I think Daddy threatened her with something or other if she didn't, and it must've been a doozy, from the look on her face. But I got independent confirmation, yesterday. But the real surprise, especially to Mom, was that HE RECORDS IT!"
"What? NO WAY!"
Nora nodded gravely, "Way. He sent Mom some DVDs of their sessions together Sunday night, along with some sex toys and some other flicks. I'm pretty sure he instructed her to diddle herself."
"Think she will?"
"I think she HAS! She looked kind of weird this morning. Mom ALWAYS does what Daddy tells her; I guess if she doesn't, the punishments go right off the scale, pretty quickly."
"Wow!" Mary shook her head. "Does he do this kind of shit to everybody?"
Nora shrugged. "Pretty much. The gynecologist told me he has a revolving door in his bedroom for women he sucks in, turns into total sex slaves, and dumps; according to him, Daddy's done every perversion in the books, and probably made up a couple. Daddy's chauffer told me that Daddy uses sex as a weapon, to dominate people; he's had sex with guys -- not because either he or they were queer, but because it humiliated the shit out of them. It's the same with the women; they come in looking for a free ride, to be the rich Mrs. Armand Wilson -- but they go out sluts, or worse."
"Your daddy's chauffer told you this?"
Nora grinned. "Yeah -- get this -- only AFTER Daddy told him on the phone that he could answer any question I asked without being punished! The car was wired for sound, and Daddy heard EVERYTHING!"
"Wow! So he's all over the place!" Then her eyes bulged. "NOW?"
Nora frowned, thinking about it. "Probably. I don't think it was any accident that he knew all about Nate and I -- and that was a spur of the moment thing." She picked at the hair at the nape of her neck. "Gee, I guess you'd better figure that Daddy knows about you, Teddy, and Stick, too..."
Mary freaked; she started looking around EVERYWHERE in total paranoia. Nora's cell phone rang. She opened it, glanced at the number, and frowned. "Hello?"
"Tell Mary to settle down before she hurts her neck," the voice on the other end chuckled. "I think she's a great kid, and I have no current blackmail plans." The phone went dead.
Mary, watching the play of expression across Nora's face, went dead white. "Oh, SHIT!"
Expressionless, Nora said, "Daddy says to settle down, before you get a crick in your neck. He likes you and has no plans to blackmail you..." She sat there for a minute. "I guess Daddy has been there all along, huh? I just couldn't see him..."
"Oh, Lord, what ELSE have I told you?" Mary wailed.
"Oh, stop it! Just because Daddy knows, doesn't mean it's public knowledge. Hell, we didn't know he knew until a second ago! He's not exactly Nick Pendergast. Jeez, does this mean we're no longer friends?"
Mary rubbed her face. "No, I guess it doesn't make any difference. It hasn't thus far. He has to have known about Teddy, for instance, forever. But it was a BIG shock..."
Nora nodded. "For me, too. I'll talk to Daddy about it when I see him Thursday night..."
"You're gonna go SEE him? Wow! That's a switch!"
"Yeah. I guess he's suddenly hands-on about things. We're gonna have a father-daughter talk at his house."
"Freaky! When's the last time you saw him?"
"I don't remember -- I was just a baby... Mom sees him all the time, but I'd talk to him over the phone once every couple of years... It's gonna be new and different."
A bell rang, and both girls started, Mary exclaiming, "Shit, we gotta get outta here!"
They collected their things, and departed for their differing afternoon classes, Nora waving and yelling, "Later, Mary!" at the cafeteria door.
Actually, Mary didn't have long to wait for her next engagement. After school, Stick arranged his lanky form next to hers as she came down the front steps. "Mary? You doin' anything tonight?" he asked diffidently.
"Uhh, noooo..." Mary was caught flat-footed. This was more or less a first.
"You think mebbe I could come over an' see ya for a while?"
Mary eyed him. "Is this a threesome thing? Is Teddy coming?"
"Uh, no, I was thinkin' mebbe jus' you an' me..." Stick was just realizing that he'd stepped off the deep end...
... And so did Mary. As soon as she got her legs under her, mentally, she started what both of them realized was 'jerking his chain'. "Did you clear this with Teddy? We agreed to equal time, y'know... What do you want to do?"
"Uh, jus' hang out at your place, mebbe? Drink a beer, watch a little TV..." Stick knew better than to come right out with 'fuck'.
Mary could read between the lines. "I still think you'd better check in with Teddy, Hon. Wouldn't be fair -- we might get carried away..."
Stick was fucked -- how would he get a hold of Teddy? "Uhh..."
"No problem, Honey!" Mary fished out her cell phone and hit the speed dial and handed it to Stick.
Halfway across the parking lot, Teddy Frick's phone rang. It took a second for him to recognize it -- it was an unusual occurrence. "Hello?"
"Ted? Hey, Man, it's Stick."
Thirteen disjointed thoughts went through Teddy's mind: Stick had his phone number? Did he want his cock sucked again? Was this the blackmail call? Could he get Stick to suck HIS cock? It was sure itchy -- Teddy was perpetually horny since Saturday night... His ass was sore; he hoped Stick didn't want any more of THAT, yet... "Oh, hi, Stick. How'd you get my number?"
"Mary had it." Stick hesitated, then dived in. "Hey, Man, I wanna go visit Mary tonight -- izzat okay with you?"
"Uhhh, I guess so." Vague disappointment colored Teddy's voice. Fat Mary's hot mouth and even hotter pussy had been a major presence in his fantasies -- right up there with Stick's wonder wand. He'd been planning on calling her, later, after he came up with some tale to tell his Momma... "Hey, is she there? If you guys do tonight, has she got any plans for tomorrow?"
"Hang on, I'll ask." Stick turned to Mary. "Teddy wants to know if you're open tomorrow..."
Mary blinked. Son of a bitch! "Uh, I'll check. If I can't we can always look at Thursday..." 'Jeez, suddenly I need a social calendar! Ain't life grand!?'
Stick went back to the phone, "She thinks so -- or ya'll can do Thursday."
"Okay. Hey, Man -- are we done?" Teddy asked diffidently.
"Uh..." Stick's memory FELT Teddy's magic mouth. "No. Don' think so." Shit, Mary's standin' right here... "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Yeah, sounds good. Have fun! Let me know how it goes!" Teddy's good cheer wasn't exactly effortless.
"'Kay, Man -- I'll check in wit' ya tomorrow." Stick hung up, turned to Mary. "Ted's cool, but he's gonna need his..."
Mary divined the undercurrent. "We're both pretty important to him and he's feeling a bit left out, huh?" Stick nodded. "Well, we'll BOTH have to see to it that he doesn't have any reason to be too upset. When do you want to come over?"
"Well, gotta do my homework..."
"Hey, you're good at math, right? Why don't you bring your books and we'll just start with homework, and go from there! I need some help with polynomials..."
"Yeah, okay. Lemme run by my place an' leave a note..." Like anybody cared, as long as he stayed out of jail...
"Why don't you just call? Do you have a machine?"
"Yeh. Dunno if anybody actually USES the fuckin' thing..." 'Still, it'll do the job -- my ass'll be covered... ' "Okay. Gimme the phone?" Mary did so, and Stick left a carefully worded message indicating that he'd be 'doing homework and hanging out with a friend' -- of course, he failed to realize that this careful phrasing would be a dead giveaway that he was up to something unusual -- a more normally phrased message would have been something on the order of "I'm gonna go out fuckin' around with Nate an' Draper." "Thanks, Mary. Let's go!"
Draper Travis stood on the school steps, watching both sources of his usual afternoon entertainment wander off with their new women -- Nate was bundling Nora into his beat-up Chevette as Stick and Mary left the property walking. Pussy was killing the old group; it was probably a good thing, given the kind of shit they'd gotten into one time or another -- but it wouldn't be for HIM if he didn't lock things down with Tenisha...
He needn't have worried. No sooner did this thought pass through his mind than a hand gently closed on his left bicep and a familiar voice asked, "Draper? Can you take me home?" Tenisha knew better than to tell him that she wanted her itch scratched until they got closer to her place; the poor dear was HUGE, but he was SOOOO shy...
"Sure, Baby," Draper wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's narrow waist. Yeah, the old group was gone; maybe they could rebuild it with the women in it, since they were so very important... They'd probably get the Frick kid, too... Draper couldn't really fathom THAT one, but, well, maybe he'd make a good mascot... Draper waved toward the car and the pair descended to the parking lot.
Nate and Nora were busy setting a pattern for their evenings. Nate was unlikely to be missed -- his Mama usually slept late and got home later, between the drugs and the hooking she did to get more, he generally only saw her at breakfast, if then; she'd be on her way to bed. Tabitha Adams was more relieved than anything else that her boy had reached the point of independence; she just wasn't the motherly type. Nate's childhood had been spent largely in the care of 'aunties' -- older women of the neighborhood who took pity on him while Tabitha pursued her lifestyle. Nate was the original latchkey kid; he'd gone from breastfeeding to 'get your own', almost without transition. Aunties usually had a slew of kids, and one more at the table off and on made little difference; nonetheless, you lost your welcome after a while, no matter what. Nate made sure he added value by helping out where invited, but he still missed a lot of meals. Now, Nate did odd jobs for a quick buck; he'd tried the more lucrative drug running, but the constant example of his mother, the obvious dangers and Draper's disapproval had put an end to it. Nate was in a quandary, here -- he wanted to be with Nora as close to daily as possible, but he had to eat -- and theoretically, he needed to be able to take her out. Moneymaking and being close to his woman were apparently mutually exclusive. Nora's Mama was acting like an auntie to him, which helped, but what her powerful Daddy would think of a sponge job was anybody's guess...
When he thought about it, he was mildly surprised that his Mama was still around; most drug addicts just didn't last that long on the street -- they ODed or they made a bad bargain with someone who either filled 'em with bad shit or stuck a knife or a bullet in 'em. Tabitha was thin and stringy from malnutrition, and her tits were starting to get shrunken and baggy looking, but she apparently had the constitution of a horse and SOME sense in how much dope she poured into herself. And she could still hook -- maybe the rate was lower, but men were still desperate; that seemed to be a universal constant. As long as some women held themselves above sex and men's balls got full, hooking was an option.
Nate didn't think his Mama was currently running for a pimp; she tended to avoid this, only doing it when she HAD to because some new firebrand was carving out a territory -- and she knew from experience which ones were businessmen, and which ones were just evil bastards. No, Mama was a survivor, against the odds -- but that didn't mean she was any kind of mother. That was a dead issue between them; Nate understood and forgave her, after some painful time. Mama was a doper and a slut -- but not a mother. Nate was an accident, but Tabitha had learned and had gone out and done one of the few smart things she'd EVER done -- she'd gone to a treatment center for a while, cleaned up, and wheedled her way into getting a free tubal ligation before going back to work and resuming her recreational abuse; being sober sucked too badly to be borne, in the long run, but pregnancy and kids was just too much responsibility for her to bear. Fortunately, the system was there to be beaten...
Mama fucked where she could, where she had to. The crib was always a mess, so it wasn't a prime spot -- but Nate had seen Mama take more dick than a porcupine had quills there, anyway, and from a young age. Tabitha had discovered that having the boy there actually increased her safety for such home visits, and that some men actually like the idea of having the boy watch them pound her, so Nate had seen a bit -- but Mama had always had him stay around front where he couldn't see the actual union, so porn flicks had filled that part in. And Mama was well-worn everywhere, so Nora's tight clasp had been a real surprise, that first night; men had always apparently just slammed it into Mama... When Nate hit puberty, though, Tabitha had decided that the whole thing was an incitement to riot for the boy, especially after she started finding his sticky jerk-off rags (in large quantities), so she'd stopped bringing men home at all; it was soon apparent that Nate had a serious sex drive, so she instinctively avoided aggravating it at home.
So Nate was a little diffident as he pulled up in front of Nora's place and trooped in; Nora's Mama, however, merely looked up from what she was doing, blinked, shrugged, and went on with her reading. Nora was somewhat surprised; close observation revealed that Mom was flushed and a little shaky. Either Daddy had delivered another of his phone calls, or... yeah, it was that -- Mom had been watching the videos and playing with herself again. Either Daddy had threatened her with something REALLY SERIOUS, or Mom was learning to enjoy masturbation... Nora hid a grin as she raided the refrigerator for Cokes. "We'll be in my room, doing homework," she announced.
Sharon just looked at the pair. More than that would happen, but they were using rubbers, and Nora was OBVIOUSLY enjoying herself... Sharon felt a leftover twinge from her afternoon's activities; it was unaccustomed, and it was sympathy, not interest in Nora's young black stud, but it bothered her, nonetheless. Finally, she shrugged, nodded, and went back to pretending to read. "Will Nate be staying for supper?" she asked, without looking up.
Nate flinched; Nora detected it out of the corner of her eye, so she didn't ask him, knowing instinctively that the implied charity made him uncomfortable. "Yes," she replied, turning toward the stair.
"Okay," Sharon replied, in apparent distraction.
Nora decided that at some point in the near future, she and Mom were going to have to talk. There were things going on that appeared to be shifting the foundation of their relationship, and she didn't know what some of them were -- but she HAD noticed a sudden increase in her control of things. Maybe it was the videos... That led to ANOTHER thought, and a plan...