Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 26 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: mF mmF oral gmf ir

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 26

        The pizza delivery man --whose name was Rajiv, if it matters -- got
a memorable delivery despite Louise's efforts -- and it was all Louise's
fault!  Something about her screaming, "Fuck, Baby, fuck!  Gimmee that dick!
FUUUUCK MEEEEEE!!!" at the top of her lungs negated her efforts.  On the
other hand, Rajiv wasn't a local, so it really didn't matter; besides, the
noise drifted down the hall from Randy's room, not ten feet across the
living room, where they might have been highly visible.  Randy had decided
that privacy might be nice, so the couple had retired to his room to, well,
couple...

        Adele was getting the requested gentle treatment from Terence and
asking questions.  "Hank got really mad," she related.  "Does he have a
thing about blacks?"

        "No."  Terence looked up from toying with Adele's dark, fat nipples.
"He's usually really nice -- and he actually tutored me last year.  I think
it's frustration -- and the fact that the only woman to ever treat him nice
is dead."

        "He's kind of hard to take seriously," Adele panted, "and that
hair..."

        "You should have seen it a couple of years ago," Terence chuckled.
"He looked like a carrot patch or something."  He dropped a hand to Adele's
crotch; Adele obligingly opened her legs.  "Pretty soon I figure it'll
darken up enough to be okay, more or less, like his dad's.  Point is, well,
you fucked up, acting the way you did.  If I was to guess, the three
smartest guys in the group are Toby, Damian and Hank, in that order -- or
maybe Hank is smarter than Little Bro."

        "I'm learning that," Adele gasped, riding the big finger that was
sliding up and down her slit.  "Is it going to be all right?"

        "Yah.  Hank's cooled down already.  He doesn't stay mad."  Terence's
finger slid into Adele's oily depths to the tune of a gasp and a shudder.
"He's really a nice guy -- but he catches a lot of shit..."

        "Mmmmmm..."  Physical activity took precedence; Adele let her
worries drift away as Terence's thumb found the nub of her clitoris.  Things
drifted along for a bit, then Louise started yelling out her joy, causing
Adele to jump in surprise.  "Good Lord!"

        Terence grinned.  "Randy must be doin' a good job.  The louder Mama
gets, the better she's liking it, usually."

        "How do you know that?"

        "Been in the same room while someone was doing her, mostly.  Why?"

        "I thought, maybe..." Adele gasped.

        "Nah."  Terence shook his head.  "Against the rules.  The original
purpose of the group was to get everybody that needed it laid without it
being in the family.  I get plenty without messing with Mama -- but I've
seen her done a few times.  She tends to liven up a party."

        "Okay..."  Nothing more intelligent was going to be coming out of
her mouth for a while -- Terence had magic fingers, and he was recently
familiar with her favorite spots.  Two minutes later all external issues had
slipped away and she was enjoying having a sexual partner that she didn't
have to chase to keep going or outrun to orgasm.  Terence took his time
allowing her to rise slowly to her peak; soon she was floating beyond
control.  "Oh, Lord!  Sooo good!  Uuuhhh!  Fuck me!  AAAAHHH!!!  UHNGH!!"
The waves flowed over her, one after another, for an undefined time -- and
when it was over, Terence was still moving in her, maintaining his even
pace.  He didn't last until she could arrive again, but undoubtedly that was
because he hadn't been properly taken care of first; he DID, however, hold
off until she had completed her orgasm and was feeling the pleasant buildup
to her second -- without any immediate urgency.

        "Sorry," he apologized, after burying himself in her and pulsing
semen into her depths.

        "For what, Honey?  That was nice!" Adele reassured him.  "Thank
you!"

        "Well, okay.  Feel better?"

        "Much."

        "Hey, y'all done up there?  We're holdin' dinner!" Damian yelled up
the stairs.

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        Adele did as she was asked, coming downstairs nude beneath an open
robe.  Louise was as good as her word, again lounging across Randy's lap,
naked -- and being pretty affectionate with Randy.  "I'd stay over if I
could, Baby -- but I'm working tonight," she said, feeding him a slice of
pizza.  "Maybe someday you can spend the night at my place."

        "Fred wouldn't like that," Adele observed.

        "Fred isn't gonna be around that much longer," Louise replied.
"Sorry, boys, but I can barely deal with your old man the way he's acting
right now; I think the end is near."

        Terence grimaced.  "Me, too."

        Damian, who had hauled Alyssa upright onto his lap to allow Adele
and Terence a seat, grunted agreement.  "Let's eat and not talk about it."

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        The subject of their conversation was in a fine angry mood.  It
seemed like he hadn't had pussy since the Dark Ages -- and his usual sources
of relief weren't doing much for him, either.  Monday night, he had made the
run to Alonzo's Adult Emporium -- but the place had been dead.  After
failing to get any attention at a glory hole, he got brave and left the peep
booth door unlocked -- but that just netted him a sorry-looking specimen so
completely unappetizing that Fred fled.  What Fred WANTED, he wasn't going
to get at Alonzo's, anyway, undoubtedly; it embarrassed him to think about
it, actually, and he had no idea where he could hope to get that particular
itch scratched...

        That left Fred pretty damned grouchy, and with the underpinnings of
his marriage showing visible cracks to the world, his mood was downright
dangerous.

        Louise's announcement about dinner plans left him holding the bag
for THAT, too.  After raiding the refrigerator and the cabinets for snack
foods, he finally gave up on the ball game, got in his truck and went to a
burger joint, then on to a sports bar to mix beer with his TV.  And he mixed
in a LOT of it...

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        Pizza disappeared rapidly; soon it was all gone.  Louise glanced at
her watch -- just about all that she was wearing -- and cleared her throat,
"Adele, about this bet..."

        Adele got this 'deer-in-the-headlights' look.  "I... uuh..."

        "... Thought it was going away?" Louise finished.  "You don't know
this bunch, Baby."  She turned to Toby.  "What's the plan?"

        "Well..."  Toby felt that Adele needed to be leaned on a bit more to
ensure that she didn't flash on them; all of the other women were under
control, one way or another.  Adele needed to be taught respect -- but
Damian's heavy-handed methods wouldn't work.  Earlier, he had sensed a sea
change in Adele -- but if they backed off on her, it was likely to be
momentary.  What to do?  "I need to talk to Hank for a bit."  Nodding toward
the kitchen, he led the redheaded boy out.

        Louise watched them go.  "Baby," she muttered to Adele, "you put
them in a fix.  They know that you're not really up to being leaned on, but
you didn't treat them very well.  This is gonna be interesting..."

        "It was a big mistake -- but I was upset.  I won't be making it
again.  I heard some things -- even this thing with Brie hasn't been treated
as lightly as I thought," Adele sighed.

        In the kitchen, Toby turned to Hank.  "What were you planning?"

        "Something rough, when we started," Hank grunted.  "She pissed me
off, and Damian had us going...  Now, though..."

        "Right," Toby agreed.  "She's not going to react like Alyssa did --
but winning the bet entitles us to double-team her.  We need to follow
through, or she might back-slide, but..."

        "So it's all about double-teaming?" Hank replied.  "How about this?"
As Hank explained his idea, Toby began to grin.

        Exiting the kitchen, the pair waved Randy over.  "What did you do
with that stuff Damian sent you for?" Toby asked, while shucking out of what
little clothing he had recovered.  Hank was doing similar.

        "It's in the corner over there," Randy pointed, "except the enema
bag."

        "Bring us one of those hoods, will you?" Toby asked.

        "Sure."

        Adele wasn't watching her son, so she missed the preparations.
Suddenly, hands pinned her back against the couch and a silk hood went over
her head to below the eyes, "Hey!"

        "Relax," Toby murmured, "We decided that your other senses would be
heightened if you started out without sight."  One of his hands was out to
forestall reaction from Terence, who threatened to interfere.  Damian
grabbed Terence's other shoulder and shook his head.  Toby caught Damian's
attention and mimed using the video camera; Damian shook his head and
pointed to Randy, who got the message and snagged it.

        Adele subsided on hearing Louise chuckle, "Relax, Baby -- they
aren't going to hurt you!"  She spent a tense moment wondering what was next
before a pair of hands gently cupped her breasts and a set of lips tickled
her neck.

        Those lips settled in and Adele's muscles liquefied.  Goosebumps
appeared virtually everywhere as she reacted to the caress, "Uuuuhhh!"

        The lips withdrew long enough to whisper, "Take the robe off -- we
want full access," then resumed sliding up her neck toward her left ear.
Adele sat forward, allowing the robe to be pulled off her shoulders -- and
they left it like that, pinning her arms.  Meanwhile, another pair of lips
settled on the inside of her left knee, accompanied by hands that caressed
her thighs, slowly teasing them further open.

        The lips left off their attack on her ear long enough to whisper,
"Slide up."

        "But..."  A finger between her lips stifled Adele's objection, while
a tongue slid behind her ear to tickle the flesh there.  She shuddered.
"Now!" the lips insisted.  She did as she was told, walking her plush ass
forward on the couch until she was seated on the edge.  The hands on her
thighs stopped until she was in place, then resumed their efforts -- and the
lips returned there, too, slowly moving up her inner thigh; there was no
question where they were headed.  Adele started working herself out of the
robe sleeves; she couldn't imagine not needing her hands.  There was no
interference; instead, the lips moved to the other side of her neck.

        Damian whispered a word to Alyssa and she got up and went to the
stereo, putting on some soft rock designed to muffle the sounds of the video
camera.  She returned to Damian's lap, where he treated her to a similar
attack on her neck with his lips.

        Adele's efforts to extract her arms were intermittent; the lips at
her neck kept turning her muscles to jelly.  Rudy had been gone for a while
-- and even then, he had seldom gone to this kind of effort to arouse her.
Naturally, it wasn't in Dirk's repertoire...  She shivered as the tongue
attacked her behind her right ear, followed by warm breath on the damp skin;
her nipples were stone atop tightly clenched areolas, so hard they hurt --
but the fingers slowly twisting them back and forth felt wonderful...  Her
knees were as wide apart as she could get them; pleasure had stripped away
her capacity to think about what she looked like as the set of lips on her
thighs teased her, moving up one leg, then shifting to the other, never
quite reaching her needy cunt.

        The tongue working at her ear left it and trailed across her cheek
to lick at her lips; she groaned and sucked at it, not caring that the owner
was probably white and half her age -- she had done without this kind of
thing for too long.  She gave herself over to the battle fully, goaded by
the feel of hot breath on her OTHER lips as a kiss settled there.

        Her hands finally came free, only to wrap themselves around the head
of the person kissing her.  Maybe she could have deduced his identity -- but
her only thought process was, 'Lord!  What a kiss!'

        Louise rose and went looking for her scrubs.  "We need to go, Boy,"
she whispered to Terence, "I have to go to work."  Terence nodded,
reluctantly, but Louise, divining his concern, added, "They're not gonna
hurt her, Boy -- maybe please her to death.  I wish I could get me some of
that..."  Terence nodded and rose to collect his own discards.

        Lips and a tongue had finally settled onto Adele's mons and she
rocked her pelvis up to ensure that they got full access.  This wasn't what
she expected when the boys told her they were going to double-team her;
she'd been expecting something else, entirely -- something that involved
rough invasion by two cocks simultaneously, probably.  This was SOOOO much
better...  Fighting it just didn't make sense -- in fact, she wanted more...
Knowing that Louise was there reassured her; she had no idea that Louise was
on her way out.  She was on fire in at least four different places; sitting
on the couch was getting to be a problem -- she wanted to lie down.  "Can we
move to the floor?" she gasped.

        Toby spun to push the coffee table further out of the way; Randy
snatched at it as best her could, too.  But Brie was the one who finally
moved the thing out of the way properly.  "Okay," Toby grunted, directing
Adele with his hands as she got up and moved to lie down in front of the
couch.

        "When can I see?" Adele gasped.

        "Maybe never," Hank chuckled.  "Do you need to?"

        Toby grinned.  Terence had done a good job of setting up a receptive
frame of mind in Adele; she was handling things well.  He might be tampering
with her -- he couldn't really tell, which bothered him -- but she was calm
and aroused.  Hank's reply to her question actually excited her -- and his
attack on her neck and ears had rendered her defenseless, which was
something Toby filed for future reference.

        Once Adele was flat on her back, her neck and ears were less
accessible, so Hank moved on to her nipples; with her knees up and her feet
spread, Toby's access improved and he took full advantage.  Adele could
smell fully aroused male but she wasn't sure exactly where it was coming
from; Hank was actually coming in from above her head and servicing her
nipples from an upside-down position in comparison to her orientation.  She
reached up and found his hard, bony flanks, caressing them with her hands.
There were lips on her left nipple, a tongue and lips working her clitoris,
and two fingers sliding in and out of her vagina, not to mention the hand
cupping and squeezing her right breast; she was flooded with sensations.
She moaned, and a voice asked, "Do you want something?"

        "Yessss..." she gasped.

        Toby grinned; Hank waved for him to proceed, so he knelt up and
began rubbing his glans along Adele's pink slit.  Adele moaned her need and
Toby pressed forward, beginning the insertion.

        "Oh, Lord..."  Clearly, this wasn't a small cock; the owner stopped
three times and backed up to spread her fluids on his shaft, even though she
was soaking wet inside.  This wasn't anything like Dirk, and it was
noticeably larger than Terence or the other white boy from the previous
session.  In fact, it seemed to be too big, at the start; he was in all the
way to her cervix but his pubic bone hadn't hit hers yet!  But whoever it
was knew what he was doing and his tip didn't pound her painfully although
it did tap her barrier occasionally -- not that she cared.  A hand left her
breast and crept down to her clitoris -- but the lips on her other nipple
continued their work; the whole thing was so outrageously arousing that
orgasm hovered close in almost no time, "Oh, Lord!  I'm gonna cum!"  She
overloaded, moaning and whining as the cock pumped inexorably in and out of
her.

        After her first peak, the hand withdrew from her clitoris; somewhere
during, she had stretched to accommodate the meaty spear driving into her
and was now getting direct impacts on her pubic mound from his.  The hand
wandered across her belly and up to squeeze her breast, then down her flank
and even down the outside of her right hip, then returned to knead her
breast flesh.  She wanted a kiss but didn't dare ask -- but the one pounding
her muttered "Kiss her," and the other one released her nipple and shifted
to claim her lips.

        Things became kaleidoscopic; she surged a second time and then a
third before the man atop her grunted and flooded her womb with his seed.
She thought it was over, but he merely shifted out and the man with the
magic hands and lips rotated to penetrate her.  This was a different ride;
the first male didn't replace the second at her lips -- instead, the second
positioned himself above her and managed to kiss her while his hard cock
hammered her crotch.  Someone -- Brie? -- whined in the background; she
couldn't process it.  The first lover had been huge, but gentle, taking his
time; this second one was fierce and demanding -- and that was fine, because
she owed him so much for what he had added to things thus far.  While the
circumstances under which she entertained her first lover demanded that she
absorb both of her lovers' attentions passively, the single remaining
lover's urgency challenged her to participate -- and she was happy to
oblige.  Rubbing his flanks, she humped herself up to him, her lips locked
to his, tongues dancing.

        The noise was Brie, whining, "I'm gonna die!"  Her hand, inside the
crotch of her shorts, was vibrating rapidly and she was obviously in
extremity.  "My cunny's on FIRE!"

        "Dude," Damian grunted at Toby, "Let her clean you up, at least!"

        "Okay," Toby nodded.  Brie's knees thudded into the rug in front of
him and her mouth enveloped the tip of his cock.  Toby just stood there,
shaking his head, while Brie suckled the tip, both sides of the shaft, his
pubes -- everything!  When she settled back, Toby caressed her cheek.  "You
should go upstairs, Sweetheart -- this is too intense."  But Brie just shook
her head no...

        Toby eyed her.  "I'm going home," he announced.  He dressed quickly,
then stepped over to where Adele and Hank were moving rhythmically and
gently untied her blindfold.  Then he stepped away and went to collect the
other items that Randy had collected from his mother, waved at Damian, and
headed out the door.

        "Why did he leave?" Alyssa asked.

        "I'm pretty sure I know," Damian replied.  "Hop up."  Alyssa did so
and he flopped over on his side, then shifted onto his back on the couch.
"Dig out my meat."  Alyssa pulled down his sweatpants.  "Now climb up here
and sit on it before your little sister does!"

        "Oh, thank God!"  The urge had been there for some time; watching
her mother getting a serious fucking had Alyssa in a lather despite all that
had happened that day.  She squatted over Damian and settled onto his cock,
sighing.

        "Come here, Cheesecake," Damian directed.  "Get out of your shorts."

        Brie sidled over, big-eyed.  Sissy was riding up and down on
Damian's pole...  "Can I do that?"

        "No, but I can offer you something else.  Come on," Damian coaxed.

        Brie bent and dropped her shorts and panties; her little pussy was
dusky pink and puffy with her need.  "What?"

        "Climb up here and I'll lick you," Damian offered.

        "EWWWW!  That's yucky!" Brie announced.

        "Nah.  Toby did it, didn't he?  You'd be surprised how good it is!"
Damian had a thought.  "Rain Man, concentrate on your mama -- we don't want
anything like this on video."

        "Oh. Yeah. Got it."  Randy had been planning shots, but Damian was
right.  Doing a video of anyone with little Cheesecake was like making
nitroglycerin in a bathtub.

        Brie looked over at Sissy, who was ramming herself down on Damian's
poker like she was trying to get it to come out her mouth; her titties were
bouncing and her ass was shimmying from the impacts.  Alyssa picked up her
glance and nodded.  "Do it!" she puffed.

        Brie wrinkled her nose.  "You do that with those girls..."

        "And it feels GREAT!" Alyssa puffed.  "Besides, Damian isn't a
girl."

        Brie thought about it.  Her cunny was driving her nuts, itching and
burning and begging for more to work with than her fingers, which she
couldn't seem to keep out of there.  Her nipples felt swollen -- she felt
like her titties were trying to grow a cup size in twenty minutes, swelling
and stretching.  She couldn't hold still; she wanted to run in circles, but
she couldn't do THAT with her hands in her crotch -- besides, what she
REALLY wanted was to do what Mama and Sissy were doing!  Dammit!  Why
wouldn't anyone...  She shook it off -- no one was going to do THAT for her,
but everybody seemed to think this other thing was all right.  "Okay," she
said thickly.  "If you're sure."

        "C'mon, before you rub that nubbin off!" Damian chuckled.  "You're
gonna set fire to the thing!"

        "Still seems yucky," she muttered, climbing up onto the couch and
settling herself above Damian facing her sister.  "How do you...?"

        "Feel my hands?" Damian asked.  "Sit on them."  This wasn't
something he could have done with Alyssa, but if Brie weighed a hundred
pounds he'd be highly surprised.  Brie gingerly settled her ass onto his
hands and Damian used his thumbs to spread her puffy outer lips; one look at
her pussy and you knew she was dying for some relief.  Damian fine-tuned her
position, then lowered her to his face and sucked at her puffy clitoral
hood.

        Alyssa got the full effect; Brie's eyes rolled up and she screamed
like a banshee on contact; overwhelmed by the sensations, she went straight
into orgasm, "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!"  She shook like a leaf and thrashed;
Alyssa reached out to steady her while she did the Mambo on Damian's face
and hands.

        Adele broke her kiss to look at what was going on -- that scream
could have awakened the dead!  She'd felt the removal of the blindfold, but
she was pretty sure who she was fucking, and kisses worked better when you
concentrated on them some, so she hadn't bothered opening her eyes.

        That Damian had Alyssa riding his cock, and was eating Brie out!
Omigawd!  The scream had come from Brie, who was obviously cumming
furiously, wailing, "OMIGAAAAAWWWDD!" at the top of her lungs.  It was HOT
-- but she had parental duties...  "NO FUCKING!" Adele croaked.

        "No, Mama -- this is a substitute -- we know!" Alyssa panted.

        Brie settled a bit, gasping.  "Fuck him, Sissy!  Make him feel good
-- because... Omigawd!"  Words couldn't describe what Damian had done to --
for -- her!  He'd sucked at her cunny and there had been this brilliant
flash -- like a pleasure bomb had gone off inside her!  She'd gotten pops
before from her fingers -- but they were like firecrackers next to an atom
bomb when compared to THIS!  Even now, his tongue and lips felt better than,
well, ANYTHING!  She tried to get out something to reassure her mother, but
it didn't quite go as planned, "Oh, Mama!  Oh, FUCK!"  She started rocking
and bobbing, her eyes rolling in her head as she crested another peak.

        Adele was already well along; once her concerns were responded to,
watching her daughters being sexed was the hottest thing she had ever seen
-- and she couldn't help but respond!  "Oh, LOOOORD!" she wailed, clutching
Hank and going absolutely nuts on his erection as orgasm overtook her.

        The next ten minutes were frantic for the Hayes women; feeding off
each other's excitement, each reached new peaks.  Adele came twice more
before bringing Hank to a place he couldn't retreat from; he brought the
ride to an end by flooding her vagina and collapsing atop her.  Alyssa also
came twice, riding Damian frantically until he surged and spurted inside
her.  Brie only lasted two and a half minutes on Damian's face, but she came
four times before she collapsed and Damian and Alyssa paused what they were
doing briefly to pick her up and perch her on her stomach along the
overstuffed couch back to rest and watch them finish.

        Randy videoed everything safe -- that is, everything that didn't
directly involve Brie.  When it was all over, Brie provided the first post-
mortem, while Alyssa was still panting from bouncing up and down on Damian's
cock, "Wow!  That was HOT!"

        "It sure was," Adele agreed thoughtfully.  Hank was draped over her,
his lungs heaving from his efforts; she was rubbing everything within reach.
Whatever her initial opinion of him, he'd been absolutely amazing...

        "Hey, Hank!" Damian called out.

        "Yo!"  Hank pushed himself up to bolt upright to lock eyes with
Damian.

        "I'm stayin' the night -- why don't we call your dad..."

        Hank shifted his gaze to Adele and waited a moment for her to say
something, but she didn't -- she just smiled.  "Sounds good."

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        Damian was right about Toby, although he never clarified things.
The problem was Brie; Toby could feel her arousal coming off her in waves --
and he just wasn't prepared to do anything about it.  He'd gone a good
distance beyond anything he felt justified in doing already.  Basically, he
got out of there because he couldn't take the heat.  As it was, he was still
attuned to her when Damian lit her off, despite being a couple of blocks
away; after checking to see what was happening, he closed the channel to
her, hoping things wouldn't go any further.

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        It was two-thirty in the morning when Terence swam up to
consciousness.  The phone was going nuts!  Groaning, he crawled out of bed
and staggered out to the kitchen to answer it.  "Yah."

        "Is this Carter's?" a gruff voice asked.

        "Yah."

        "This is Mac, the bartender at Rico's.  Fred Carter is down here,
drunk on his ass in the parking lot.  Somebody needs to come get him before
the cops do."

        "Awright, I'll be along," Terence grunted and went off to get
organized.

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        Thirty minutes later, he was wrestling Pa into his truck,
reluctantly leaving his own car behind because he knew that Pa needed the
truck for work.  "Jeezus!  What the fuck?  Why did you get so drunk?"

        "Shit sucks," Fred grunted.  "Cain't get a piece of ass in this town
-- even from my own ol' lady!  Not that I want any of that..."

        "What's that all about, anyway?" Terence groused.  "What's up with
you two?"

        Liquor loosened Fred's tongue.  "She ain't told you?  I bet she told
your half-brother..."

        "What?"

        "Lookit -- Damian?  He ain't mine.  I figured it was an accident for
a while, but I think she fuckin' deliberately got knocked up by somebody
else, now..."  A somewhat colored version of Fred and Louise's history as
swingers followed, ending with, "So a while later she ends up pregnant.  I
didn't think nothin' of it at the time, but...   Boy, it don't take a genius
to see you two ain't nothin' alike!"

        'Well, he's STILL my brother!' Terence thought

        "Either it was deliberate, or she was fuckin' stupid -- either way,
I've had it!" Fred ranted.  "Don't really fuckin' matter!  Le's get some
breakfast..."

        Terence sighed and changed course, heading for an all-night diner;
Pa would need some coffee and some food in him, or he wouldn't be able to
work -- and that might get him laid off.

        Talk died down while they waited for food -- Terence let Pa snooze
when he felt like it and fed him coffee, otherwise -- while they ate.  After
a while, Fred got more lucid -- at least on the surface.  "You been pretty
full o' yourself, recently.  Still fuckin' white chicks?"

        "Some.  Some black chicks, too." Terence admitted.

        "Where you gettin' it?  A man needs a piece ever once in a while --
shit, I'd do with some lips!"

        "Around," Terence replied vaguely.

        "So you got a girlfriend?" Fred pressed.

        "Nope.  Nothin' special," Terence replied.

        Fred looked suspicious.  "Wasn't long ago bitches crossed the street
to stay away.  You sure these chicks ain't got dicks?"

        "Yeah, damn sure!" Terence grated angrily.  'I gotta take this from
HIM?' he thought.  "Why, you like 'em that way?"

        "Watch it, Boy!" Fred bristled.  He eyed his son.  'Am I that
desperate?' he wondered.  "Fuckin' cocksucker would get my dick wet, at
least," he grunted finally.  If the boy WAS fucking queers, maybe...

        "Sorry.  All I got these days is pussy," Terence huffed.

        "Where the fuck is it all comin' from, then?" Fred wanted to know.

        It was late, and Terence was between a rock and a hard place.
Nothing but the truth came to mind, so he delivered a limited version.
"It's a club.  Bunch of the guys are in it.  We got a few chicks who are
willing and we share 'em."

        Fred frowned.  "Your mama in this club?"

        "No, but she's got girlfriends among OUR friends, so she goes out
and does whatever with them and we go hang with the guys and, well, they
don't get it, you know?"  Terence, now committed, had to make his skewed
version of things work.

        The idea tickled Fred.  "So your mama is downstairs sucking coffee
with some other dude's mother and you guys are reaming some little piece
upstairs and they don't fucking know?" he cackled.

        Terence nodded.  "Basically.  We got sort of a clubhouse.  They
don't come in -- they think it's cute and they're humoring us, you know?"
The tale was growing legs...

        Fred nodded.  "How many bitches?"

        "Half dozen or so," Terence muttered.  Then he grinned.  "We're
doing a membership drive."

        "For bitches?" Fred asked.  Then his expression changed, "Or dudes?"

        "Bitches," Terence filled in quickly.  "Dudes are my age, mostly.
And you got yourself kind of blackballed, as a member."

        "How'd that happen?"

        "I dunno, actually," Terence replied.  "Being we're related..."  He
let it hang.  "Look, maybe I can get you in as a guest -- not that we do
guests..."

        "It'd be nice.  I'm fucking goin' nuts!" Fred grunted.

        "No promises."

        "Yeah."  'Pretty weird,' Fred thought.  There were a lot of
unresolved questions.  Fred knew better than to press too hard -- he was
begging, after all...  He was still suspicious, but, in the end, did it
matter?

        Conversation turned to other things -- for which Terence was
exceedingly grateful -- and they finished eating and headed home without
further incident.