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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 5 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: exhib mast

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 5

        "I have to get out..." Jean announced, desperate.

        Toby settled back, considering.  Was that it?  Was that why she was
fighting so hard?  "You aren't comfortable in the water, are you?"

        "Well, no..."

        "What is everyone else doing?"

        "Lon is talking to Beth..."  The pair were neck deep, but the way
they were positioned, they could have been doing the same thing she and Toby
were...

        "Okay.  Rick and Candace?" Toby prompted.

        "They're... heading toward the edge..."

        Jean left out the 'hand in hand' part -- but Toby was suspicious,
anyway.  He turned to see, holding Jean against him.  Rick and Candace were
headed for the pool stairs, totally exposed.  Toby raised an eyebrow at the
omissions; he recognized the position Ma and Lon were in, too.  "You'll be
out there, naked -- but I guess they will, first..."

        "Yeah."  Jean obviously wasn't thrilled, but things had gotten to be
urgent.

        "Okay, let's go," Toby pushed off and tugged her toward the deep end
stair.

        "You don't have to..."  Jean, dog paddling, allowed him to drag her
along.

        "Well I am," Toby replied.  "That way you won't be getting out all
by yourself."

        The pair stopped at the deep end ladder; Jean looked to her left to
watch Candace ascend the stairs at the shallow end, apparently totally
unembarrassed by her nudity, her untanned ass and breasts presenting
themselves as a weird reversed bikini.  Rick followed close behind,
obviously too intent on drinking in Candace's nudity with his eyes to be
worried about his own -- and sporting a considerable erection!  Jean took it
all in, surprised; the last time she'd been allowed to see Rick's penis, it
had been about finger-thick and four inches long; the heavy instrument he
was sporting at this point had THAT outclassed by an order of magnitude, at
least!  Her son was a man, after all...

        Candace turned and approached Jean and Toby, making for the triple
pile of towels halfway along the pool edge, apparently thoroughly
unconcerned about exposing her clean-shaven pudenda (the hussy!)  She picked
up a towel and began to dry her hair -- but she left drying the rest of her
body to Rick, who neglected his own until he'd wiped her every available
surface.  Jean sighed; obviously, Rick wanted to have intercourse with
Candace, badly -- and just as obviously, Candace was going to let him.  So
much for the 'give ground until they get chicken' tactic...

        Sighing, Jean hauled herself up the ladder, Toby close behind after
a quick side-trip to toss his goggles and collect his eyeglasses.  Candace's
example set the standard for getting toweled off -- she'd be unable to avoid
Toby's attention without being seen as a total bitch.  She covered her
pudenda with her right hand and attempted to mask her titties with her left
arm -- until Candace, now lounging -- still nude -- in a deck lounger
wearing her sunglasses admonished, "Jean, stop being such a baby!"

        "I'm not comfortable exposing myself..." Jean sputtered hotly.

        Candace cut her off, her voice full of scorn, "So you wore that hunk
of string and a couple of pasties?  Give me a break -- you're making a fool
of yourself, here!"

        Jean hung her head, gathered herself, and dropped her hands.  Toby
had passed on to the towel pile, and stood there, holding one for her.  When
she raised her chin, he began beaming.  Behind her, as she stepped off,
Candace groused, "The little minx has a body I'd kill for -- Hell, she still
looks seventeen, for God's sake! -- and she acts like a Jehovah's
Witness..."

        Candace's comment gave them something to think about as she stepped
into the towel that Toby held open to wrap her.  He reached down and
collected a second towel for her hair, eyeing her -- was she going to dry
herself and stay all wrapped up, or was she going to take the towel for her
hair and allow him to dry her?  Jean paused, thinking about it -- but
Candace was already riding her...  She reached for the second towel,
allowing Toby to resume control of the one wrapped around her body.  After
all, he'd been chivalrous, after a fashion, hadn't he, risking that she
would return the towel?  He could have denied her any control by just going
to work on her...

        Toby, thrilled to death, proceeded to do a thorough job of drying
Jean off.  Maybe now that she was out of the water, she would settle down a
bit...  He was critically aware that he had lost ground in the pool, and
recovery was going to be difficult, if she kept fighting...

        Toby's efforts were sweet, if intrusive; the care he took with her
thighs and crotch was particularly embarrassing, but the time and effort he
took on her little breasts would have done credit to Beth's...  She let him
lead her to a lounger next to Candace's and settled in, Candace's warning
glance an admonishment to ditch the towel.

        Beth watched all this from the water, her legs wrapped around Lon's
waist.  "I think I'll just stay here..." she muttered.  This was good; Lon
was being nice to her, and his gallant reflex was seated in the channel
between her pussy lips.  Thank God he was a horny teenager -- if he were a
bit older and pickier, his cock would probably be a shrunken thing and he'd
be holding himself aloof, rather than pressing his crotch against a fat
woman...

        Lon didn't see it that way; he had a double handful of plush ass
cheek, and Beth's big titties were floating before him, their fat brown
nipples sticking out like the tips of his little fingers, extended beyond
areolas that were probably usually the diameter of a soda can, but were
currently tightened to a wrinkled mass half that size -- not to mention
where his cock was!  "Why?" he asked.

        "Thin and naked is one thing -- fat and naked is quite another."

        "It would be different if you were as fat as you THINK you are..."

        "Hon," Beth sighed, "you have both hands on my butt.  It's..."

        "Plush," Lon interrupted.  "I'm lucky, I think -- Toby's gonna have
a helluva time convincing Jean to take that horse-cock of his..."

        "Wha?"  Beth shifted her attention back to poolside.  Previously,
she'd been watching her contemporaries, and blocking out the 'boys' out of
embarrassment; now, she took a look.  "Oh, my!"  Toby was, well, HUGE!  She
shifted her gaze to Rick for comparison; he appeared to be what she
remembered as being 'nicely hung' -- but Toby's cock was incongruous on his
smaller, less-robust frame.

        Jean was in the midst of the same discovery.  Previously,
embarrassment and the mechanics of getting her dry had taken her attention
-- but now Toby was standing over her, drinking in her nudity.  Looking up
to comment on how rude he was being brought his penis into sharp focus.
"Oh!" she gasped.

        Toby blinked.  "What?"

        "You're... big..."  Jean's experience with penises was limited to
children (mostly Rick) and Hugh, who had been on the low side of normal, at
about five and a half inches.  Nobody was carrying a measuring device, but
Toby topped this figure by half!  Jean involuntarily glanced to her right to
take in Rick's erection, which wasn't markedly different from her experience
with her husband, (actually, there was a good three-quarters of an inch more
there, but at fifteen feet?  Who knew?) -- and shifted her gaze back to
Toby's appendage.

        "Oh.  That..."  Toby blushed.  "It's no big thing, I'm sure.  There
are bigger out there..."  Porn flicks had told him that.

        "Really?"  Jean was trying to look at the thing out of the corner of
her eye -- without being caught, if possible.  "I guess my experience is
limited..."

        Candace, her attention attracted, gave Toby the once-over.  "Mine
isn't -- he's big, all right."  She locked eyes with Toby, "Very impressive!
And circumcised, too!"

        "Yes..."  Toby wanted to turn around, or run -- or SOMETHING to
relieve his embarrassment -- but he couldn't POSSIBLY disengage...  "Well,
it's not a problem, really..."

        Candace looked at him over her sunglasses for a second, ruminating,
then glanced at Jean.  Yeah, if she didn't say something...  "He's right,
you know, Honey.  We girls adapt quite readily."  This wasn't going to be
enough of a distraction to get Toby off the hook, though -- and besides, it
wasn't assisting her plans, either -- so Candace turned to Rick, "Rick,
Honey -- I know I'm tanned in general, but I'm showing some places in
particular that have been... neglected.  Do you think you could be a dear
and oil up the more vulnerable spots?"

        'Huh!  Could I!'  An invitation to play with Candace's titties, ass,
and even her pussy was being tendered here -- there was NO WAY he would pass
THAT up!  "Oh, sure, sure!"  He began casting about for sunblock.

        "There's some in my beach bag, hanging off the chair back, Honey.
Thanks loads!" Candace gushed.

        Toby got control of his nerves first, then his voice, before calmly
observing, "You need protection worse than she does."

        There it was -- the door of the trap yawning open.  Jean locked eyes
with Toby for a moment, but he was being deliberately non-confrontational.
She looked away, composing a comment about needing to do something or other
indoors, when her eye lit on Candace, who was glaring at her over her
sunglasses, daring her not to chicken out.  "Yes..." she found herself
muttering.

        Rick, a puddle of sunblock already poured into his right palm,
flipped the bottle to Toby, "Here you go, Man."  Turning to his mother, he
added, "At least you know he does a good job..."  After THAT little comment,
he had to turn his face away to conceal his smile -- not that it kept
Candace from tittering.

        Jean blushed, but at that point, all she could do was minimize
things.  Getting her voice to work, she got out a strangled, "Yes, he
does..."

        Rick, however, had moved on; he was busy applying sunblock to
Candace's left breast, detailing the slightly saggy but well-rounded shape
with loving care.  The texture was just incredible!  Soft, cushy -- and the
nipple!  Wow!  He was in Heaven, given an excuse to tweak a woman's erect
nipples...

        Jean watched Rick distractedly, too embarrassed to acknowledge Toby
as he began applying sunblock to considerably more of her surface area than
Rick was attacking on Candace.  Rick's obvious enchantment was an
embarrassment to her, too, but then it was a bit easier to deal with, since
she wasn't directly involved.  Still, Toby avoided her face and started at
her neck -- and all too soon was moving slick hands over her breasts.  She
flicked a nervous glance at him over the invasion, but Candace was watching
again.  "Don't be a baby!" Candace chided -- then smiled at Rick and
shamelessly arched her back to present her breasts for more attention.  Jean
found herself fighting a losing battle against arousal; Candace and Rick
were involved in what was nothing less than sex play right before her eyes,
while Toby oiled her body, moving from surface to surface without regard for
modesty or propriety, touching her in places that no one had touched her
since her husband died -- and every time she raised a hand to object,
Candace insisted that she was acting childishly, sapping her resolve...

        "More oil?" Toby asked, then flipped the bottle to Rick when he
nodded assent.  He was working Jean's ribs, primarily, but one side at a
time so that he could include a breast in the sweep.  She was pretending to
ignore him, but the way her nostrils flared he knew that it was a ruse.
Lying nearly flat, her titties all but disappeared, but her nipples were
pink spikes and his palms easily detected the pad of fatty tissue.  He
cupped her left breast, lifting it back into a cone and rubbing her nipple
between his fingers, eliciting a quiet "Mmmph."  Yeah, she knew he was
there, all right.  Smiling, he switched sides.  In a moment, he murmured,
"Done?" and Rick smoothly returned the bottle.

        Down below, Lon and Beth watched the goings-on on the pool deck with
some interest; Candace, in particular, was acting absolutely shameless.
Beth sighed, "I wish..."

        "Let's go, then," Lon replied.  "I'd be happy to..."

        Beth shook her head.  "You boys would vomit, and that would ruin the
mood."  She sighed.

        On the deck, in plain sight of both of them Candace brought her
knees up and spread her legs to grant Rick access to the white, untanned
area left by her bikini bottoms -- and specifically her crotch.  "Make sure
you do a good job there, Honey," she crooned.  "It's not protected since I
shaved off my pelt..."

        Beth mused that Candace seemed to have a double-entendre for every
occasion, adding aloud, "But I could certainly use some TLC..."

        "You'll get it," Lon promised, turning them around and heading for
the shallows, slowly.

        "No, I can't, really!" Beth exclaimed.

        "Shhh!  You really need to be less down on yourself," Lon argued.
"How about this?  If I see something objectionable, I'll stop and we'll go
back to the deep end.  Otherwise, we can settle one chair over from Mama,
which will give us some distance, and I can be in the way a little bit
without anybody giving you a rash about being a big baby over being naked --
besides, they're pretty busy..."

        Beth was presented with a fait accompli; while Lon was making his
presentation, he continued to walk them toward the shallows.  By the time he
finished his presentation, they were already only waist deep.  He stopped,
eyes twinkling.  "We're going to keep going," he announced.

        Beth got down, watching his face as his eyes swept over her.
Without support, her big breasts sagged splayed on her chest -- but they
were just riding low, and her nipples still pointed out and just a bit
upward; Lon's smile continued undimmed.  He urged her forward; she moved,
but she continued to face him, backing, as her belly appeared above the
water, with its scars from her appendectomy and her caesarian section.  Lon
continued to press, his fingers interlaced with hers as the water level
dropped below the swell and began to reveal her somewhat wild pubic thatch.
Beth had thick, curly hair -- above AND below -- and her suit had only
dictated that she perform minor maintenance; now, as her pubes cleared the
surface, water ran from them while they failed to hide the open thick outer
lips of her pussy -- a gap that Lon's cock had been holding open only
moments before.

        Lon stopped, but he was still smiling.  "We're at the stairs."

        Beth, her objections apparently unfounded, lowered her eyes -- and
found herself looking at Lon's beautiful uncut cock!  "Ooooohhhh!"  It was
incredible -- somewhat dark about the long, curved shaft, thick and smooth,
the foreskin just not quite uncovering the tight, shiny purplish head...

        Beth had never wanted to touch anything so badly in her life!
"That's so beautiful!  Maybe I should oil YOU!"

        Lon shrugged.  "Or maybe you can entertain yourself with it while I
work..."  He nodded at the stairs.  Beth turned around reluctantly and
preceded him, giving him a fine view of her ample bottom.  It was big and
round and shivered a bit when she walked -- VERY erotic!  He'd seen her
before in baggy pants made of thin fabric, and the play of her ass cheeks
under the fabric as she moved had fueled serious masturbation.  So what if
there were a few cellulite divots?  That was a SWEET ass!

        Beth took two steps and glanced back over her shoulder, surprising a
look of hunger on his face that was totally unexpected.  He was ogling that
big hunk of lard like it was Jean's for God's sake!  He must be REALLY
horny...  She turned back to the front, contriving to sway a bit while a
flash of her favorite fantasy -- her, knelt up on the bed while he pounded
that beautiful cock deep into her -- whipped across her consciousness,
augmented by her recent view of the reality, causing her lower belly to
spasm with need.   'Even if it's only just the once,' she mused to herself.
'I'll have the memory to help me get by...'  Even horny boys wouldn't be
coming back to HER well any too often...

        Lon stopped her on the top step.  "Wait; I'll go get the towels.
That will keep the parade from messing up what they're doing..."

        "Okay."  The comment hurt Beth, who was unaware that Lon was just
trying to further her request for minimal exposure to the others.  She stood
there, wondering if she should just go back into the pool, while Lon moved
quickly off.

        Rick was doing a bang-up job, as far as Candace was concerned,
running his right hand vertically along her needy gash while he more or less
pretended to work on her hip with his left.  He had one finger sliding up
and down the opening, while two others rubbed her rubbery outer labia.
Candace had the kind of labia that, if you grabbed the little fleshy tabs at
their center, you could stretch three or four inches down her inner thighs;
tucking them into a thong wasn't always practical, as they tended to pop out
on the sides like little wings.  That's why -- and it was the ONLY reason
why -- Candace wore bathing suit bottoms that covered a bit more of her ass.

        Right now, Rick OWNED those lips -- and his middle finger owned her
erect clitty as it slid its fleshy hood back and forth over the pea-sized
orb of nervous tissue.  Candace was aroused like nobody's business -- and
she was having trouble keeping the world from being absolutely certain.  The
one bit of pleasure she was getting from her fight to remain subdued was
teasing Jean, and she decided to up the ante on the narrow woman.  When Rick
had started on her crotch, Candace had brought her knees up, suitably
spread, which fig leafed her to Jean to a certain extent.  Now, she dropped
her left leg and put her foot on the deck, remaining splayed, presenting
Jean a full view of her son's efforts at masturbation -- and watching her as
she took it all in.  Peripherally, she took in Lon, passing back and forth
as he collected towels -- but Lon could look, if he wanted -- at this point,
she would give guided tours, if it would get her a cock!  Unfortunately, she
KNEW that Jean would freak...

        Lon DID look -- it wasn't an opportunity that you got every day!
He'd seen Mama hot before, too -- and she was CLEARLY hot!  Rick might have
to suffer this afternoon, but at some point, Mama would return the favor she
was getting, with interest, Lon was certain...

        Jean was drifting, half inside herself, and half beside Candace.
Toby had her right foot pressed against his belly alongside his penis as he
worked up and down her leg -- and he was deliberately touching her vagina at
regular intervals.  Jean's will to argue about it was gone; she was fully
aroused and waiting for him to get brave enough to emulate Rick's activity.

        Toby pretty much knew where she was; the crown to breast-tip flush
and her labored breathing were a dead giveaway.  But he planned to extend
things until she couldn't stand it any more, then accept her surrender --
anything less and she would probably try to cover herself by accusing him of
taking advantage of her.  Jean was pretty hung-up -- but the flip-side was
that she was undoubtedly also really hot!  Once the walls were down, he
figured the whole thing would be well worth the trouble!

        Toby's mind drifted a bit as he slid his hand into her crotch to
tickle her thin lower lips for the fourth or fifth time, while he wondered
just how it was that he could read Jean so well.  The phenomenon didn't
extend itself to other women -- definitely not to Ma, or even Candace -- but
Jean was... predictable.  In some ways, he figured they must be kindred
souls; when she showed her fear, he understood where it came from; when he
started touching her, he could read the flow of repression and the
underlying craving for pleasure in her features.  Maybe it was that both of
them were shy, intellectual; he just KNEW that she was locked down -- but
not tight -- and that there was a wanton underneath begging to be let out.
That's how he knew that her agitation in the pool wasn't solely based on his
attentions, but that she was too uncomfortable with the environment to relax
enough to deal with him as anything but a threat.

        Now he switched legs, making sure that Jean's left foot felt his
pubes and her ankle banged against his erection, which was bobbing and
leaking pre-cum...

        The look on Beth's face as he returned to her warned Lon that he'd
fouled up somewhere.  "What's wrong?"

        Beth looked away.  "So you DID see a problem..."

        "Huh?  No...  I was just keeping your exposure down, as you asked,"
Lon replied.  "If you'd like, we can get closer -- you just said that you
didn't think it was a good idea..."

        "Oh."  Beth evaluated this response.  Lon could be telling the truth
-- or he could be trying to spare her feelings -- which was it?  She
shrugged; did it really matter?  "Never mind -- oversensitive, I guess."

        "You sure are!"  Lon waved at the selected lounger; per his earlier
offer, there was one interposed between it and Candace's.  "Here?  Or that
one?"  He pointed at the one next to where Candace was being worked over.

        "N-no, that one..." Beth pointed to the original selection.

        "Lie down and put yourself in the hands of Doctor Carpenter." Lon
murmured, faking a professional attitude.  "We'll have you all nice and
slippery in no time..."

        Fortunately for Lon, his mother's efforts at strategic lounger
positioning resulted in another bottle of sun-block being close at hand
between Beth's lounger and the next one over.  In no time, he was kneeling
with one knee on the lounger while he reached across Beth, working her left
side while Beth eyed the slowly accelerating activity to her left...

        Candace was 'way too far along to stop; Rick's efforts at
masturbation had her going seriously.  Pulling Rick's head to hers, she
whispered, "I'm gonna cum, Honey -- but if I make my usual loud noises, your
mother will freak and Toby will lose out -- so cover my mouth, please?
Don't let me scream..."

        "Turn your head away," Rick murmured back, "or she'll see it and
know, anyway..."

        Candace nodded, sucking in a gasp, "Soon..."

        Rick nodded.  Candace's eyes were getting wilder and wilder...  He
slipped his finger into her vaginal opening -- gaping long since in
anticipation -- and her mouth opened...

        Rick applied his left hand to her mouth, continuing to minister to
her cunt with his right.  Candace stiffened; her legs drew up and she
planted them on the lounger while grasping the sides with her hands, every
muscle rigid while she screamed a silent scream of completion into Rick's
hand, her pelvis bucking against his fingers, her eyes locked on Beth's.

        Beth was under no illusions as to what Candace was doing; the whites
showing all the way around her eyes as she surged and clutched the lounger
made things clear.  But Beth wasn't telling; Beth was getting her sensitive
breasts mauled -- and Lon had already stuck a hand between her legs and run
a finger up and down her itchy quim!  At this point, the sole question on
her mind was, 'How much can we get away with?'  She wanted Lon's cock, BAD
-- in her hands, in her mouth, and -- most importantly -- between her legs!
Sun block was a mere excuse -- and a poor one, at that, given Lon's areas of
concentration in applying it!  Currently, she had two VERY well-oiled
titties, and a quim that was oily inside and out!  Of course, the inside was
her own lube...

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