Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 10 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mF exhib mast

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 10

        "Oh, here we go!" Candace rolled her eyes.  "I KNEW you were going
to lay on a guilt trip!"  She took a disgusted sip of her coffee and glared
at Jean from her seat at their favorite table in the coffee shop.

        "Guilt has nothing to do with it!" Jean replied hotly, then leaned
forward to continue quietly, "Well, unless you count being guilty of child-
molesting."

        "I WATCHED you get a cum yesterday, Honey!  Don't tell me you didn't
enjoy yourself!" Candace pressed.

        "You did not!" Jean retorted hotly.

        "I did, too!" Candace laughed easily.  "You were riding Toby
cowgirl-style, busy telling him how good he was!  Do you know your eyes roll
right up in your head when you cum?"

        "Oh, God!" Jean gasped.

        "Just exactly," Candace replied.  "So don't go getting all high-
moral on us!"

        "Look, Candace," Jean re-grouped.  "This isn't about how good it
was, it's about whether it can be allowed to continue!"  Whirling on Beth,
she added, "The 'age of consent' thing is for them and girls their age!  It
doesn't count for us!  They're still minors!"

        "Oh, my!" Beth gasped.  "You're sure?"

        "I checked it on the Internet last night -- it varies from state to
state -- but, yes, in THIS state, we broke the law!"

        "Well, nobody has to know, for Christ's sake!" Candace replied.
"You act like we're gonna have to wear big 'A's embroidered on our blouses
or something!"

        "If we could leave it at the point where we did it, things might be
different -- but the boys want to treat you like girlfriends, and THAT is a
problem in public!  Think about how familiar they were being at dinner last
night!  If they were to do that here..."

        "Oops!" Beth looked shocky.  "That would be embarrassing..."

        "It would be more than that!" Jean pressed.  "It would be as good as
waving a sign!  Some busybody would point with alarm, and the next thing you
know we'd ALL be looking out through bars!"

        "Oh, come on!" Candace scoffed.  "You think they'd prosecute?"

        "In the current climate -- with a chance to create a scandal for the
six o'clock news?  You bet!" Jean affirmed.  "And even if they had no
evidence, we'd all be smeared!  How would the boys ever date YOUNG women,
after?"

        "Ooh, boy..." Beth moaned.  The previous day's activities had been a
miraculously wonderful interlude that had whetted her appetite -- and Jean
had just pulled the treat right out of her mouth...

        Candace glared at Jean, knowing that Beth had just rolled over.
"All we have to do is be a little bit careful.  The boys will understand --
they know which side their bread is buttered on."

        "If we stop now, they'll lay off, and things will be fine," Jean
replied, "but if we keep it up, sooner or later there will be a slip-up and
someone will get caught short..."

        "Oh!" Beth exclaimed, galvanized.  Fishing in her purse, she
snatched out a pill case, opened it, and passed the pill to Jean.  "Here,
take this."

        Jean frowned suspiciously.  "What is it?"

        "Morning after contraceptive," Beth amplified.  "Unless you guys
used a rubber, you're pressing your luck; the Pill takes a few days to get
control of things..."

        "Oh!"  Jean looked sheepish, but eyed the thing, holding it up.
"What's this going to do?"

        "You'll probably get cramps," Beth replied.  "Where were you in your
cycle?"

        "I'm surprised an ovary didn't go 'ping' while we were doing it!"
Jean confessed.  "I'm right about there, and Toby -- WOW, he's long!  He was
right there at my cervix!"

        Candace chortled.  "I guess when you started talking about being
caught short..."  Everyone had this vision of Jean with a big belly and poor
Toby being fingered as the father...  For two of them, the vision had
unpleasant overtones, but Candace thought it was a gas!  "I'm looking
forward to Toby..." she added.

        "Candace!" Jean gasped, "I just spent ten minutes telling you why
you can't go around having sex with Toby and Rick!  Weren't you listening?"

        "I heard you," Candace replied.  "I'm unconvinced.  If all they have
to do to get pussy is be quiet about it, that's what they'll do!"

        "You're wrong, Candace!" Jean argued.  "Teenage boys brag about sex!
And when they do..."  She looked at her watch.  "Look, I've got to go.  Are
we agreed that we can't do that again?"

        "Yes," Beth nodded -- but Candace just looked stubborn.  She and
Jean glared at each other for a moment before Jean grated, "Fine!  Remember,
it's Rick's and Toby's lives you're trying to ruin!  Beth, I've talked to
Toby already, and he understands.  I've talked to Rick, too.  With any luck,
we can keep Candace from screwing anyone up!"  She got up and stalked out.

        Candace watched her departure, glaring.  "Ever the uptight one," she
rasped.  Turning to Beth, she insisted, "This is a GOOD thing -- not the end
of the world!  All we have to do is make the boys understand that it is in
their best interest to keep mum about where they're getting their poontang
and everything will keep coming up roses!"

        "What about that legal thing?" Beth asked diffidently.

        "There may --MAY -- be something to it -- but Jean is being an
extremist, as usual," Candace counseled.  "Nobody is going to be arrested
because the boys are a few weeks short of some magic number."  Candace eyed
Beth for a moment before laying a carefully-crafted torpedo in the water,
"It's wise to keep it under wraps, or you'll have half the senior class at
the high school knocking on your door looking for a little relief..."  She
smiled to herself as both dimensions of that comment hit home between Beth's
eyes; a short conversation with Lon the previous night had been VERY
revealing concerning Beth's behaviors and desires, and Candace had
previously unthought-of plans for the chubby nurse...

        "Yes..."  Beth's eyes took on a glazed look as the idea of having
three or four Lons demanding her attention drifted through her mind's eye.
It was a recipe for disaster, but all those cocks...  She shuddered, then
put the vision away.  Jean was right...  "That would be too dangerous!  OUR
boys we can control -- maybe!  But other strange boys?  The whole thing
would crash, just like Jean says!"

        "Then I guess we'll just have to control things..." Candace
simpered.  "If Jean insists on doing without, it's just more for us!  She's
got this Puritan thing going -- she thinks if it's fun or good for you, it
must be a sin!

        "Are you sure?" Beth quavered.

        "It'll all be fine," Candace assured her.  "Toby is no fool -- HE
will do things right, and he'll make sure the other boys understand, too!
And in a week, when Jean's pussy itches so bad she can't think, he can take
care of THAT end, too!"  Stroking Beth about her son helped make the whole
thing even more palatable; Candace KNEW Beth's pussy was talking to her, so
she reminded her of THAT, too!  Smiling to herself, she watched Beth's
defenses crumble.  "I'll have a word with Lon and make sure he understands
the issues, and we'll just keep Jean in the dark until she's ready to play
again, okay, Honey?"

        "O--okay," Beth gulped.

        "You're on graveyard tonight, aren't you, Honey?" Candace asked.
Beth nodded.  "Maybe you have a little time for afternoon delight?  I can
ask Lon to stop by after I have a word with him..."

        Beth rose to the bait.  "That would be... nice..." she sighed.  "But
I REALLY don't think he's going to want to do it again with me..."

        "You'd be surprised, Honey," Candace replied, "and besides, with
Jean out of the running, you're his only available source!  He can't very
well fuck ME..."

        "Oh, yeah..." Beth's eyes glazed again.  Candace chuckled to herself
-- Beth was SO easily led, to be so intelligent!  Beth always had been,
which was one reason Candace enjoyed crossing swords with Jean so much --
Beth was too easy!  But at times like this, it was VERY convenient...  It
was going to be fun having her as a sex slave...

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        Lon thought so, too.  The guys had gathered at the food court in the
mall to discuss the previous day's conquests -- very carefully, of course,
so as not to hurt the feelings of their friends.  Lon found it particularly
difficult to keep from crowing over what a slut Toby's mother was.  "Hey,
Man, I'm glad things worked out like they did!  Beth's some good shit!  She
sure drained me dry!  I bet she could have handled a couple of other guys,
too!"

        "Hey!" Toby protested.

        "Sorry, Man -- but it IS a fact!  Besides, I know Mama, and I know
she wants to take you both on at the same time at some point, so it's not
like I'm pretending she's superior, or anything!" Lon apologized.

        "Well," Toby grunted, only partly mollified.  "That's IF we ever get
another pass.  Jean..."

        "Yeah, how WAS Jean, anyway?" Lon interrupted.

        "Hot," Toby replied, with a quick glance at Rick, "Damn hot!  But I
probably won't get to do her again..."

        "Why not?" Lon asked.

        Rick raised an eyebrow, "Did Mom unload the same crap on you that
she did on me?"

"Probably," Toby replied.  Turning to Lon, he said, "It's illegal, Man;
they're too old and we're too young!"

"Bullshit!" Lon erupted.  "I can fuck any chick I want!"

"You can't do twelve year olds -- they'd pork you as an adult.  By the same
token, Ma and women her age are too old for the 'age of consent' thing --
that's meant to protect us if we do chicks our age, but not women twice as
old!"

"Yeah, yeah," Lon grunted.  "I expected some shit like that.  It's not a
problem, Man -- we just keep it quiet!"

"There is more to it than that, Man," Rick pointed out.  "If you hang all
over one of them in public like we did at supper last night, you might as
well be carrying a sign!  We have to do the whole 'She's an old woman' thing
-- we can't be pinching their asses and playing with their tits and sucking
their necks in public.  Gotta be real careful ANYWHERE it might be seen!"

"Okay, yeah, I get that," Lon replied.  "I can do that.  Can you?"

"Yeah," Rick agreed.  "I can.  Toby?"

"Safest if we just move on, Man," Toby argued.  "Safest for everybody.  You
know once some asshole starts putting it together, they'll decide I'm
fucking Ma, and you're fucking YOUR mothers, too!  We'll be motherfuckers --
or they'll SAY we are, and we won't be able to prove otherwise!  Then what?
Do you see us taking THEM to the prom?  We sure won't be seeing any girls
OUR age!"

"Okay, so, it stays buried.  We already weren't planning on letting anyone
ELSE in, were we?" Lon asked.  Truth to tell, HE HAD been -- and what the
other two didn't know wouldn't hurt them...

Rick shrugged.  "It's all over, anyway.  Mom is probably talking to Beth and
Candace right now, and they're gonna have second thoughts and sew it up
again..."

"Uh uh," Lon replied.  "You're wrong!  Mama won't, anyway -- but, hey, think
about it -- if they've done wrong, it's blackmail material..."

Rick looked thoughtful.  So did Toby.  "So you're saying..."

"The damage is done, Man!" Lon amplified.  "If they give us crap, we just
threaten to out 'em!  They'll roll over and spread their legs -- they'll
HAVE to!"

"I don't like that..." grunted Toby.

"Well, with any luck, we won't have to use it -- but it IS a weapon, and it
WILL work!" Lon urged.  "And, frankly, Man, if it has to be done, it'll
probably be YOUR woman that we'll have to use it on!  Jean's the uptight
one!"  He glanced apologetically at Rick, who grimaced and shrugged.

"Yeah..." Toby didn't like THAT idea one bit!

Rick sighed.  "He's right, Man -- and it's for Mom's own good!  I saw you
guys in the bedroom yesterday, and that's the happiest Mom's been in a long
time!  But she doesn't think she deserves it, so she's looking a gift horse
in the mouth.  You need to stay on her until she gives up worrying and
settles in to enjoy it!"

"I dunno," Toby shook his head.  "If she doesn't want to..."

"She does, Man.  You KNOW she does!" Lon pressed.

"Well, yeah, but she's right about the dangers!" Toby argued.

"Nothing good comes free, Man.  The price we pay for this is keeping it
zipped and pretending nothing is going down.  As long as we can do that,
it's pussy Heaven!" Lon pressed.  "Tell you what -- today is too early for
her -- we need to let her pussy talk to her for a couple of days.  You
should spread yourself -- get a piece of Mama.  I KNOW she's looking forward
to it!"

"I dunno..." Toby was dubious.

"I'm serious, Man!  You had your mojo on yesterday, and Mama noticed!  Don't
take MY word for it -- I bet she comes hunting YOU!"

"Yeah, well..." Toby shook his head.

"This is all based on the idea that Mom doesn't fuck things up," Rick
grunted.  "Personally, I think we might have to do the blackmail thing.  And
even THAT might not work -- after all, we can't REALLY out them!  And they
have to know that!"

"Well, maybe there is something less that we CAN do.  Give it some
thought..." Lon argued.  "But if Jean doesn't convince Mama -- and I don't
see her doing it based on past experience -- Mama will keep Beth in line..."

Toby nodded thoughtfully.  Lon was probably right -- Candace and Jean had
dragged her back and forth before; the last woman standing usually got Ma's
vote.  Sitting back, he reflected on how much things had ALREADY changed --
it used to be, 'your mama' and 'Rick's mama' -- now it was 'Beth' and
'Jean'.  Even that little bit of familiarity was an indication...

"Well, it's fairly easy to figure out where things are," Lon mused.  "We'll
go up to my house after lunch and play some pool.  If Mama acts prim, then
we know we've got our work cut out for us; if she doesn't, maybe she'll be
up to servicing King Dong over there!"  He grinned, pointing at Toby.  "And
if she's still putting out, I bet she'll know if Beth is or not, too!"  The
other two nodded.  It was time to cruise a bit -- ogle some stuff nearer
their age.  Who knew?  Maybe the girls could tell that they were studs
now...

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It was early afternoon; Candace lolled in her bath, soaking.  She was just
the tiniest bit sore; Rick had given her a workout during round three the
day before -- not that she was complaining!  He'd been everything she'd
dreamed he would be -- and perhaps a bit more!  But Toby looked even MORE
interesting...  Who knew the little shit was packing and had the
constitution of the Energizer Bunny?

Candace drifted a hand over her rubbery labia; the day after was always bad
-- she always ended up even more horny than she started!  It seemed like the
aches and pains just added to the hunger.  Rick had done a fine job the day
before, but he wasn't here now...

The door banged downstairs.  "Mama!"

"Up here, Hon!" Candace yelled.

There was a lot of thumping on the stairs, then Lon's voice came from her
bedroom, "Where?"

"In the bath, Hon.  Who's with you?"

"Rick and Toby."

"My favorite boys!  Come on in -- you've all seen me.  Besides, I'm all
sudsy."  But she sat up so that her breasts were exposed.

The boys stalked in, Lon first.  He plopped on the toilet as if watching
Mama bathe was the most natural thing in the world (it wasn't).  Rick
followed and leaned uneasily against the sink, while Toby barely made it
inside the door.  "Come on," Candace encouraged him, "I need to talk to you
boys, anyway."  Toby sidled through the door; Candace decided that wasn't
good enough.  "Toby, why don't you get that towel over there and put it here
on the edge of the tub so you have a place to sit?"

Toby's eyes grew wary, but he was eyeing her breasts.  He shrugged.  Sure,
it was a trap -- but the cheese was impressive...  "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh, Toby, Honey -- there's no need for THAT!  You call me Candace, like
Rick does -- we're better friends than that!"  'And we're going to get VERY
CLOSE this afternoon, if I have anything to say about it!' Candace added in
her head.  There was certainly no reason to play with your pussy in the
bathtub when there were two young studs in the house!

Candace settled back in the tub.  "Boys, we have a problem or two..."  They
all nodded -- well, no doubt they knew, but they would need to know her
official stance...  "Jean has voiced a lot of concerns over the legality and
morality of what we did yesterday -- and she makes some good points."  Then
she smiled, "But I think she's full of shit!"  Toby opened his mouth, so she
hurried on, "Okay, well, maybe it's not THAT extreme, but she's deep into
doom and gloom, and I think there is a happy medium.  Have you all discussed
this?"

"Yes," Toby nodded.

"Uh huh," Lon did, too.  Rick contented himself with a nod.

"Where did you all come out?" Candace asked.

"It's a mixed bag," Rick replied, taking the lead.  "Mom's probably right in
general, but like you said, she's probably presenting the extreme case.  I
think basically, we're not prepared to back off," he added, then flicked a
glance at Toby, "at least most of us aren't.  We're, uh, looking to assess
the resistance from your end."

'Wow!  How intelligently put!  So highfalutin' formal!' Candace hid a smile
at these thoughts.  'Now for the response...'  "Well, as you may have
expected, resistance varies on our side.  Jean is convinced she's going to
Hell, so things will be difficult with her -- but I think a few reminders of
what she's missing will sway her.  I, on the other hand, think that with
proper safeguards in place, we can continue to enjoy the benefits of our
libidos without serious worries."

"And Ma?" Toby asked.

"I believe that she is in my camp -- but you know how she vacillates,"
Candace replied, maintaining the diplomatic tone of the conversation.
"Still, proper reinforcement of the benefits should keep her committed to
her current position."

Lon leaned back against the toilet tank.  "About proper safeguards..."

Candace nodded.  "Jean is right in that if we wave a red flag in front of
any of the local busybodies, the least common denominator will surface and
trouble will ensue," she said, thinking, 'Hey, I'm getting good at
doubletalk!'  "What that means to you three is that you cannot treat us as
property anywhere that isn't TOTALLY private!"  She gave them all a glare,
"Not that you should be, anyway!  This is a privilege you're exercising, not
a right!  I hope that none of you think you own ME!"  This got three wide-
eyed nods; Candace hid another smile.  They might be men below the belt, but
they were still boys between the ears...  "So.  No public groping.  No
casual familiarity of address -- stick with names -- no 'Honey' or 'Babe' or
that kind of thing.  You can call me Candace and Beth by her name -- no
requirement for 'Miz So and So' -- but little endearments are out.  Clear?"
Three nods.  "Ummm, I think I ought to issue a warning, and I'm going to be
a little bit graphic about this:  When guys are getting their ashes hauled
more or less regularly, it's natural to get to be fond of the woman doing
it.  That goes double for the woman, since it's one of the ways we latch
onto someone to bring home the bacon while we pump out the next generation!
You need to be careful about that -- marrying a woman eighteen years your
senior will raise eyebrows all over the place and would probably put us all
in a world of hurt!  You need to remember that this is a physical thing, not
an emotional one -- we're all scratching each other's itches -- period!
Don't get romantic, and don't let your partner get that way, either!  If it
shows up in one of you, talk it out between you; if it shows up in one of
us, let the other two know and we'll straighten out the offender.  Got it?"

"Yeah."  Lon nodded.

Rick did, too.  Toby raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?" Candace asked.

"You're expecting that kind of thing?" Toby asked.

Candace smiled crookedly.  "Not in myself, I'm not -- but Jean might decide
she's in love in order to justify getting sexual gratification -- she seems
to need to justify things -- and your mother has other issues, I'm told..."
Candace hid another smile at how delicately THAT trap was baited!

"How so?" Toby's brow wrinkled.

"I think we should discuss that in private, Honey."  Candace took the other
two in with a glance, "In the meantime, are we clear about the basics?  No
outsiders -- and I mean NONE!  You can't brag to the guys..." she eyed Lon,
as the most likely offender," ...and you might want to formulate some tale
about how you met some nice college chick to cover your butt in case
something DOES slip out!  No intimacy ANYWHERE that isn't TOTALLY PRIVATE!
No public indication that you're anything but an acquaintance, physical,
verbal, or by mannerism!  Keep an eye on each other for slip-ups!  No
romance!  This is sex; the woman you're pleasuring is a fuck-buddy, and
that's it!  Understand?"

"Yeah."  Lon got it.  Some of this stuff was coming back-channel; Mama had
something up her sleeve.  He was going to need to talk to her off-line at
some point, obviously, because she didn't put ideas in his head for no
reason, and she'd planted a couple...

"Yup," Rick nodded, too.  Toby also nodded, solemnly.

"All right," Candace nodded to each of them.  "If we can obey a few simple
rules, this can be a helluva summer for all of us!  The other girls may want
to add stuff -- basically, you're going to have to negotiate separately with
each of them, I imagine."  She eyed Lon, and he began to get an inkling of
what she was up to.  "But don't let them drop any of these rules -- they're
the basics, the minimums required to keep us ALL out of trouble!"  She stood
up in the tub, "Toby, Hon, could you hand me that towel?"  Toby blinked
owlishly, and offered the one he'd been seated on.  Candace used it to wrap
her hair, making sure everyone got an eyeful, then pointed at the rack,
"I'll need another."  Toby turned to collect another towel from the rack,
and Candace turned to address the other two boys, "Toby and I should
probably discuss his mother for a bit.  Why don't you two go over and see if
Beth needs some company?  Lon, you can brief Rick on the way..."  During the
conversation, Candace had regretfully put away the idea of taking on two of
them today -- she was just too sore.  One, though, especially if he offered
a bit of a challenge...  Toby was the obvious choice for a couple of reasons
-- and from Lon's description of Beth's idiosyncrasies, she'd be thrilled to
death to have two to deal with, sore or not!  Besides, it would expose her
more and make her more vulnerable...  Candace and Lon were going to own Beth
-- lock, stock, and barrel -- very soon!

Lon flicked a glance at Toby, who nodded, mentally engaged in preparing for
whatever Candace had in store -- sex, at least, undoubtedly.  "She's home --
she has the graveyard shift tonight."

Lon gathered Rick with his eye and got up, kissing his mother on the cheek.
"See you later, Mama."  Candace smiled and ruffled his hair, knowing that
he'd gotten enough hints to know basically what to do.  Lon made a big
production of throwing it back and grumbling as he hit the door, more as a
diversion than anything else.  Rick followed, grinning.

Candace reflected that Rick was the sole fly in the ointment; he was pretty
damned smart, and if he tumbled to what was going on and didn't go along --
and especially if he told his mother, who would NOT like it -- there could
be problems.  Candace had dabbled a bit in the area that she instinctively
believed that Beth was coming from, and she fully expected that Beth would
cooperate in her own enslavement -- IF Jean did not interfere!  Even if Jean
DID get her claws into things, Beth was very likely to ignore her, if
Candace was right -- but there was no sense in taking chances.  She hoped
that Lon had the sense to give Beth enough rope to hang herself without
overtly taking charge -- that way, Rick would understand...

Back to the immediate issue.  "Would you like to help me get dry?" she asked
sweetly, continuing to hold the towel covering her hair.

"S--sure..." Toby replied, coming forward gingerly.  Oddly, Toby failed to
present the air of confidence and command with Candace that he used so
adroitly on Jean.  Very odd, indeed.  Candace stepped out of the tub and
onto the mat.  "I'll work on my hair, and you get the rest, okay, Hon?"

Toby nodded and went to work, handling her arms, face, and neck first.
Where THIS was headed was clear; what wasn't clear was the reference to
Ma...

Candace dried her hair, then collected a brush to get it relatively
untangled before it REALLY dried.  By then Toby had basically finished,
despite lingering in certain areas and being extremely diligent.  "Let's go
to my room," she murmured, leading him forward.  Passing through the door
into the master bedroom, she sat on her bed and waved him forward.  "Do you
want anything?  A drink, perhaps?"

"I'm fine," Toby replied.  Did Candace just want to fuck, or was something
up?  You never knew...  Toby had learned long ago that Lon's mother was a
master manipulator.  Still, her concern seemed genuine...

"Honey," Candace asked, her hands on Toby's narrow hips as he stood before
her, "did you ever notice that your father treated your mother, umm,
inconsiderately?"

"Like how?"  Toby fought distraction; Candace was still nude, her proud
breasts prominently displayed.  She was looking up at him, her expression
serious -- but her fingers were tracing the bare skin under his shirt and
just above the waistband of his jeans, causing his hard-on to resemble blued
steel.

"Oh, ordering her around, calling her names, demeaning her, that kind of
thing."  She popped the snap on his jeans.

Toby thought about it; he'd never done it -- never been allowed to -- but Pa
had been pretty dismissive of Ma -- and some of the things he called her...
"Uh, maybe.  I'm not sure what's normal and what isn't, actually.  He seemed
to get away with a lot that I don't see on TV.  What are you doing?"

"I'm naked; you could make me more comfortable by getting naked, too!
Surely, you know what ELSE I want?"

"Yeah..."  Toby flipped his T-shirt over his head.  If Candace wanted to
fuck, he wasn't likely to zip up and run off -- even if he had a choice --
something he suspected that he did NOT have!  "He ordered Ma around a lot --
and he could be pretty nasty if she screwed something up.  It seemed like
she was ALWAYS screwing up, too!"

Candace hid her face by the simple expedient of looking down and tugging at
Toby's shoelaces.  Yes!  "Did he ever, umm, slap her around, in your
presence?"

Toby's voice was guarded.  "Why?"

"It, umm, wouldn't be a surprise, Hon."

"You want to tell me what this is about?" Toby pulled his left foot out of
his running shoe; Candace was holding it down for him.

"I'll get to it," Candace replied.  "One more question -- you don't have to
answer IT, either, but it would help.  Did you father ever have sex with
your mother in your presence?  Or did he involve others?"  She looked up at
Toby, surprising an extremely harsh expression on his face.  The boy's
features were positively transformed; gone was the intelligent, but bumbling
boy she knew.  Undoubtedly, she was gazing at the face of Toby's father, at
one generation's remove...  "I see that I have struck a nerve, Hon.  Let me
explain where I'm going with this."  She collected the waistband of his
jeans and started tugging them off, taking his undershorts with them.

"That would be a good idea." Toby's voice would have been toneless if it
hadn't been carrying such hard undertones.  He put his hand on her shoulder
and stepped out of his clothing.  "That would be an excellent idea."

'God, have I awakened a monster?' Candace wondered, followed by, 'What a
beautiful cock!  If his father was hung like this, no wonder Beth was a
slave!'  Stroking his shaft, she murmured, "I don't practice this as a
regular thing, but I know a little bit about it."  She looked up into his
suddenly hard eyes.  "Some people operate differently from what we consider
to be 'normal'.  You've heard of BDSM?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what it is?"

"I... have an idea."

"How about Dominance and submission?"  Those eyes hers were locked with were
still steely, even as they reflected pleasure from her manipulations.

"They are... close."

Okay, obviously he had heard or seen something -- but what did he think it
was?  "Can you describe it?"

"One person... controls another.  Humiliates them, maybe abuses them
physically.  The other... just takes it..."

"Have you ever participated in such a thing?" Candace asked carefully.

"NO!"  Toby was rigid.

'Okay.  He's seen things, all right.  From the outside.'  "Has your mother
ever spoken to you about this?"

"No."

"Have you done any reading?"

"No."

Candace rubbed her face with the hand not jacking Toby's cock; obviously,
Toby had drawn his own conclusions -- and they were unpleasant.  There would
be some damage control required...  "Okay.  I think you've seen this, from
the outside.  What you HAVEN'T seen is the INSIDE!  I want to talk to you
about this, because it is important..."

Toby's voice was still harsh.  "You have my complete attention."