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From: cooper@xs4all.nl (cooper)
Subject: New Phil Phantom & Tiffany Story: Tim Discovers Manhood
Date: 20 Aug 1994 19:50:36 GMT


WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'Q'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom


Note: For non-U.S. readers, this story is based on an American TV comedy
show called Home Improvement.  This is a fantasy episode based on the
characters in that show.

      "Home Improvement-Tim Discovers True Manhood"
                   By: Phil Phantom

     Jill enters the back yard and moves toward the fence.
     "Wilson, are you there?"
     "Hidie ho, neighbor lady Jill."
     They converge at the fence.  "Wilson, I'm so glad you're
here.  I have a few minutes.  Could we?"
     "Why, of course."  Wilson unzips and feeds his prodigious
limp manhood through a three-inch hole in the fence.
     Jill drops to her knees and assists, using her fingers to
guide through and stimulate his neighborly python.  As blood
rushes to fill the instrument, Jill brings her lips to the head
and sucks.  She stares at the widened hole made in the fence and
notes the freshly rounded and sanded edges.  Pausing, she says,
"I see you've improved the hole."
     "Had to, Jill.  I caught a splinter last time."
     "It looks bigger."
     "No, it is still eleven inches."
     Jill laughed as the swelling cock pried her fingers apart.
"Not that, the hole.  The hole looks bigger."
     "It is, Jill.  Three inches in diameter to be exact.  I need
some play to avoid further injury.  Lately, you've been, shall we
say, energetic."
     Jill held the now rampant engine and stood to look into
Wilson's eyes.  "I'm sorry, Wilson.  This has been a difficult
week.  I'll try to be careful."  With that, Jill turned, dropped
her panties to her knees, and backed onto the stiff member,
guiding its progress with one hand.  She made a good contact,
then settled over its length in one steady move until her bare
ass touched the rough cedar.  She let out a long moan and began a
slow steady rocking over the cock.
     Wilson, hanging onto the top of the fence, peered over at
Jill as she stood bent over with her arms stiffly propped on her
knees.  He said, "You were very ready.  I think this makes the
first time you've taken me in one motion.  What was on your mind,
Jill?"
     "Sex, Wilson.  Raw, unadulterated, sex.  God, this feels
wonderful.  This is just what I need."
     "Take your time, dear.  I'm in no hurry."
     "I wish I could.  I'm taking a big chance.  The boys are out
of school today."
     "I know.  I saw them earlier.  Aren't you concerned?"
     "Yes, of course, but I need this more now than ever.  I'm
not moving too fast, am I?"
     "No, you're doing fine.  Just avoid any fancy hip action."
     Jill carefully controlled her movement and went straight in
and out over the ten inches of cock on her side of the fence.
Her ass banged the fence, making it shake on every in-stroke.
She groaned lustfully, "Ummm, yes, this is just perfect.  Keep an
eye on the house for me, okay?"
     "Not to worry, Jill.  I've got you covered.  Where are the
boys?"
     "They were all in Mark's room when I left."
     "My, we are feeling adventuresome today, aren't we?"
     Jill stepped-up her pace.  Rough cedar rubbed her white ass
to a pink hue.  She said, "Yes.  What's more, I'm not so sure I'd
stop if they did come down, not after what I just saw."
     "Care to share that?"
     "Just a moment; I'm almost there."  Jill pounded back in
rapid short strokes that had the fence quaking under her assault.
Wilson gripped tightly to the top rail as Jill's spastic pussy
clenched on his sensitive rod.  They came together.  Wilson
flooded her.  Jill hung limply, impaled on his wilting member,
her arms dangling, her head dropped low.  After allowing a minute
to savor the sensation, Jill slowly extracted herself from her
neighbor.  Cum rolled in rivulets down both thighs as she stood
and shook out her hair.  She drew her panties up and turned to
face Wilson.  She smiled through dreamy eyes and clung to the
fence.  "Thank you so much."
     Wilson stuffed his truncheon back into his fly and said, "My
pleasure, Jill.  Now, what brought this unexpected pleasure on?"
     "I just walked in on Randy and Brad having sex with Mark.
Randy was in Mark's ass; Brad was getting a blow job from him."
     "I see.  Did they notice you?"
     "Oh, yes!  They saw me."
     "And you did what?"
     "I watched like an idiot, frozen in place."
     "Humm, that's interesting.  They didn't stop I take it."
     "No, they didn't.  If anything, they enjoyed having me catch
them in the act.  If I didn't know better, I would think they
were performing for me."
     "I think that's a safe bet, Jill.  If they were trying to
turn you on, it appears to have worked."
     "I can't deny that, but why would they try to turn me on.
They had every reason to expect I'd be livid."
     "Not so.  From what you've told me in the past, they've been
testing these waters for weeks, possibly months.  You never told
Tim about any of their activities, did you?"
     "Well, no, but that was because he'd go into a homophobic
tirade."
     "Is that the real reason, or could it be that you
subconsciously wanted to send them a signal - a green light?"
     "Oh, Wilson, I'm so confused.  I know nothing about raising
boys.  I grew up in a house full of girls, three sisters.  Boys
are still a mystery to me."
     "They can be a challenge, especially for a sexy young mother
like you.  Have you been taking my advice?"
     "About letting them see me naked?  Not exactly.  I have been
less conservative in my dress, especially after a bath.  They've
certainly seen more of me this week than ever before.  A bath
towel doesn't cover much, especially if you wear it long enough.
I just can't seem to completely let go.  I think you are right,
though.  They are very curious about me.  I find it difficult to
accept that boys could fixate on their mother as a sex object.
That seems so animalistic and primitive."
     "Yes, but they are using a very primitive portion of their
brain, a portion driven by animal urges.  The fact that you are
their mother means absolutely nothing.  They only see female."
     "That was the look I got from Brad and Randy just a while
ago.  They certainly didn't see their mother standing there,
that's for sure."
     "It's time for you to escalate matters or retreat.  They've
thrown down the gauntlet.  Are you going to tell Tim?"
     "Shouldn't I?"
     "Perhaps, but maybe you should let me speak to him first."
     "You do have a way of getting through to him.  Look, I'd
better go back.  I see they've come down.  This should be
interesting."

     [Cut to the taping of Tool Time.]
     "Speaking of nasty cracks, Al, how's your mother doing these
days?"
     "Very funny, Tim.  I'll have you know..."
     "Cut!"  The stage manager said, "Come on, Tim.  You know we
can't use that."
     "I know.  I was just giving Al a hard time."  Tim feigned a
weak punch to Al's arm.  Al took it stiffly, casting Tim a
disapproving glance.  "Lighten-up, Al.  It was a joke."
     "I don't think so, Tim.  I don't appreciate humor at my
mother's expense.  You know that."
     "Yeah, yeah.  Okay, we'll start over.  Get ready to roll
'em, Bill."
     Tim resumed his place and said, "And that's how you fill
those nasty cracks in dry wall.  Speaking of nasty cracks..."
Tim paused for effect.  Al glared.  Tim smiled and said,
"Remember, cracks over one half inch need to be taped using
Binford's miracle spackle tape.  Even Al's mother knows that.
Right, Al?"
     "I don't think so, Tim."
     "That's all we have today for Tool Time.  Be sure to tune in
next week when we look at home security."
     Bill stood and said, "That's a wrap."
               (Break for commercial message)
     Back at the Taylor house, Jill entered the house intent on
heading straight for the nearest bathroom.  She stopped just
inside the door, halted by the leering smug grins coming from
Brad and Randy.  She turned to Mark who took a seat at the table,
looking meek and humbled.   Her motherly instincts took over,
making her forget the mess seeping slowly down her legs.  She
stepped over to Mark and ruffled his hair, hugging him to her
side.  She gave the other two a stern look and said, "You two are
pushing me too far.  I should tell your father what I saw."
     Brad said defensively, "Why?  He liked it."
     Randy added, "Yeah, he's a little homo.  If you tell on us,
Dad's going to find out that his precious little Mark is a fag."
     Mark shot back, "I am not a fag; you guys are."
     Brad said, "I'm not the one with a sore butt and cum
breath."
     Jill said, "That's enough, all of you.  Nobody is a fag.  I
don't want to hear any of you using that word in my presence
again."
     Jill was unaware, but a thick trail of semen appeared below
the edge of her skirt's hem.  Brad and Randy watched it
slide into full view.  Jill saw their eyes open wide, focused at
her knees and knew right away what they'd seen.  A deep flush
reddened her face as she became aware of the obscene flow
approaching her calf.  She brushed quickly past Randy.  As she
went past Brad, he reached out and scooped the trail onto two
out-stretched fingers, making Jill jump and spin about.  "Brad!
What do you think you're doing?"
     Brad brought the fingers to his nose, sniffed, made a face,
and said, "This is cum!"
     Jill was speechless.  Randy challenged, "Mom, where did you
get that?"
     Jill lamely said, "It's not that at all."
     Brad said, "Bull!"  He strode over to Mark and offered the
fingers to him, saying, "Taste it, Mark.  You're the cum expert."
     Jill looked on helplessly as Mark allowed Brad to place the
two fingers in his mouth.  Mark licked, then sucked Brad's
fingers.  He said, "It is so cum."
     By then, cum was evident on the other leg as well.  Jill
felt trapped and powerless, blushing profusely.   A devilish
thrill coursed through her as she observed their intense stares.
She fought the urge to dash upstairs, even after Brad said, "Who
have you been humping, Mom?  It sure wasn't Dad."
     Jill reddened further as Brad came towards her.  He boldly
grasped the front of her skirt's hem and lifted.  Jill blocked
him from lifting it past her crotch but made no effort to push or
slap away his hands.  Their eyes roamed her bare thighs and the
spermy mess thereon.  She groaned and said, "All right, you
busted me.  It is semen."
     Randy came up on her left and knelt to peer up into her
legs, declaring, "Shit!  One guy couldn't have done all this."
     Brad knelt and looked at her crotch adding, "Where did you
find the horse, Mom?"
     Mark wiped his mouth and spit, crying, "Horse!"
     Jill said, "It was not a horse, Mark!  Honestly, when will
you ever learn not to listen to these two."
     Brad said, "Who was it then?"  Together, he and Randy
applied upward pressure on the skirt.  Jill gave way, allowing
them to completely expose her panties.
     She said, "That's none of your business."
     Mark joined his brothers, kneeling at Jill's feet.  Brad
said, "Go ahead, Mark.  Lick the cum off her legs.  You know you
want to."
     Jill looked down at her youngest boy hungrily eyeing the cum
drool sliding over her right calf.  She started to protest as his
head dipped.  She bit her lower lip as his tongue lapped at the
cum.  Randy said, "See, Mom.  He loves the stuff.  Eat it all
up, Mark."
     Jill wanted to stop him but the deliciously wicked sensation
of having her baby boy lick cum from her legs halted her words.
Mark's lapping tongue traveled up her legs, going from one to the
other, advancing steadily towards her sopping wet panties.  At
mid thigh, the proximity of her thighs prevented him from getting
at the bulk of the sperm.  Randy tugged at her left ankle.  Jill
shifted her weight to the right and the left went shooting out
three feet.  Jill had to regain her balance in the obscene pose.
Mark's face went in tight to her thighs as his tongue attacked
the rich harvest.
     Jill relinquished her skirt to her boys and placed her hands
on her ass, thrusting out her pelvis in lewd offering as Mark
advanced on her steamy crotch.  He fastened his mouth over her
panties covering her vulva and sucked, munching at the gooey
crotch of her panties.  Jill moaned as Brad reached in and pulled
the crotch away from her heated pussy, saying, "She likes it,
Mark.  Lick her pussy."
     Jill said nothing as Brad pulled harder.  The panties
ripped, baring her vagina.  Mark licked through her inflamed
cunt lips, lapping at the prize within.   Jill tilted up her
pelvis to her son's sucking mouth as Brad and Randy tore away the
remnants of her panties.  She remained passive as her two older
boys began removing her clothes.  They easily removed her
clothing by pulling them over her head.  Before she had time to
dwell on being naked, she was.
     Brad and Randy molded her tits, feeling her ass, and sucking
on her hard nipples.  Brad slapped her right tit, making it
jiggle.  He laughed and Randy slapped his tit.  Jill could not
help but enjoy being crudely used by her boys.  Mark had scooted
beneath her, tilting back his head to get a good lip-lock on her
pussy.  Jill glanced out the patio door and saw Wilson peering
over the fence.  She then noticed his erection poking through the
hole.  Brad saw where she was looking and noticed also,
exclaiming, "Hey, look at that!  It's Wilson shoving his dick
through the fence."
     Randy turned; Mark crawled out from between his mother's
legs; Jill moaned her disappointment.  Brad took Jill's hand and
drew her toward the door.  Jill offered no resistance.  She
stumbled along with them as Brad led the way to the fence.  Jill
was prodded right up to the fence.  She said, "Things got out of
hand, Wilson."
     "It would appear so, Jill."
     The boys were on their knees, crowded around Wilson's mighty
cock.  Brad said, "Suck on this, Mark."
     Jill glanced down as Mark took the head of Wilson's cock
into his mouth and sucked.  Randy pumped on the shaft.  Jill
looked into Wilson's eyes and said, "Did I do good?"
     "You did good by me.  How do you feel?"
     "Horny, still very horny."
     "It looks like you're going to have to wait your turn."
     Brad shoved Mark aside and said, "No she won't.  It's all
yours, Mom.  Hop on."
     Jill raised her eyebrows and said, "I've gone this far.  Why
not?"
     "Indeed.  I'm at your disposal."
     Jill assumed the position with her ass poised to receive the
giant cock.  This time, she let Randy do the honors of guiding
it in.  She settled back over it as her boys gathered to watch
the penetration from several angles: Brad on her right, Randy on
the left, and Mark beneath her licking at the cock sliding in and
out of her soupy twat.
     Wilson lasted much longer this time and Jill managed two
orgasms.  When she pulled free of his spent prick, Mark devoured
her cunt, dining on Wilson's fresh deposit.  Jill remained in
place to allow Mark time to thoroughly clean her sex.  Randy and
Brad used their hands to explore her body with impunity, even
going so far as to probe her asshole.  Wilson observed them with
a satisfied grin.
                  [Fade to a commercial message]
     Tim arrived home two hours later.  All looked normal at the
Taylor house.  Jill was out shopping with Mark.  Randy and Brad
were in their room.  Tim found his way to the back yard and
called out, "Wilson, you there?"
     "Right here, neighbor."  They met at the fence near the
hole.  Tim noticed the hole for the first time and said, "What's
this?"
     "Oh, that's to help the new meter reader read my meter, Tim.
The poor guy is in a wheelchair.  He can look through the
hole after reading yours and can now read mine also.  I didn't
think you'd mind."
     "It's your fence, Wilson, but this sure is a big peep hole."
Tim ran his index finger around the inside and commented, "Good
job.  Sanded and everything.  Looks like you routed the edges."
     "Yes, any job worth doing is worth doing well, Tim."
     "What did you use on this, a three-quarter round-over?"
     "That's right, Tim."
     "You went to a lot of trouble."
     "No trouble at all, Tim.  I'm here all day with nothing
better to do."
     Tim stood and said, "Say, Wilson.  I don't suppose you've
noticed anything funny going on here during the day, have you?"
     "Funny?  Funny in what way, Tim?"
     "Well, you know, not funny ha ha, but funny as in
Jill...naah, forget it."
     "No, Tim, what's on your mind?"
     "Wilson, can I be Frank?"
     "You can be whoever you want, Frank."
     "No, you know.  Can we talk, guy to guy?"
     "Sure, shoot."
     "I think Jill might be having an affair."
     "What makes you say that?"
     "Let's just say that she's not a tight fit anymore."
     "Well, Tim, you do know that a woman loses her youthful
firmness as she ages."
     "Yeah, but not overnight.  Wilson, I used to be able to put
two fingers into her and she'd grunt and groan.  Now, she doesn't
grunt or groan if I put two hands in her.  What's worse, I can
clap."
     "I'm sure you're exaggerating, Tim.  Still, you may have
caused that yourself."
     "Yeah, maybe, but it's a feeling I can't shake.  Are you
sure nothing is going on here?  Have you ever seen anybody
hanging around?"
     "Other than the pool guys, no I haven't."
     "Wilson, we don't have a pool!"
     "Just injecting a little levity, Tim."
     "Oh, yeah, that's pretty funny."
     "Tim, perhaps Jill is taking matters into her own hands.
Women can be quite creative in self stimulation.  Many men have
been cuckold by a cucumber."
     "ArruuughhhHHH!"
     "That's right, Tim.  In ancient Greece, they even used live
ells."
     "No way, those slimy things."
     "In many cultures, men go out of their way to keep their
woman satisfied, even to the point of supplying lovers."
     "No way.  What cultures?"
     "In Sparta, a man wasn't considered a man if he
allowed his woman to become frigid or a-sexual.  Having a
hot-blooded wife reflected on the husband's virility.  Jealousy
was viewed as a weakness.  In fact, it is a weakness, a sign of
insecurity.  A real man does not feel threatened by another man
paying attention to his woman.  A real man takes it as a
compliment; and, indeed it is."
     "So you're saying that if Jill is messing around, I should
look the other way."
     "Not necessarily.  You could calmly watch.  Take it as an
opportunity to impress Jill, not to mention her lover."
     "So what, I turn down the sheets for them, serve drinks,
light cigarettes afterwards."
     "Tim, the greatest cocksman of all time, Ivan Abaulia, said,
'A woman can never be possessed until set totally free.  If
she returns to your bed, she's yours.'"
     "I think I saw that on a poster once."
     "Could be; it has many variations."
     "What happens if she doesn't return or brings a friend or
two?"
     "If she doesn't return, she was never yours.  If she brings
a friend or two, make room.  If you are right about Jill, I'm
impressed."
     "Yeah?  How so?"
     "Well, he's obviously much better endowed than you, yet
she's still with you.  In my book, that's a striking testimony
to your powers as a lover and to your virility."
     "Yeah.   Argh!  Argh!  Argh!  Virility.  Power.  That's me,
all right."  Tim thought for a second then said, "So, you think I
should set her free, huh?"
     "That's up to you, Tim.  If you do, I don't think you have
anything to worry about."
     "Naah, she'd come back.  They don't call me Tim-the-tool man
for nothing, you know."
     "That's the spirit, Tim."
     "You know, Wilson.  You are absolutely right.  A real man
wouldn't fret.  A real man would hold his head high."
     "That he would, Tim."
     "When she gets back, I'm setting her free."
     "Hold on, Tim.  She might read that the wrong way, as a
rejection."
     "So, how should I handle this?"
     "Just be supportive, even encouraging.  Leave her plenty of
opportunity to feel free.  Don't pry.  Look the other way.  In
time, she'll feel free and love you all the more for her
freedom."
     "Yeah?  Freedom.  That's what I'm going to do."  Tim
thought, then said, "Say, Wilson, you might want to give Jill a
try.  Jill likes you.  I'm really curious.  I'd like to know if
she would put out for another man."
     "I'll be honest.  The thought has crossed my mind.  Jill is
a strikingly attractive woman."
     "Yeah, and she's a hot little number in bed."
     "Tim, are you sure you wouldn't mind?  It isn't worth
jeopardizing our friendship, good neighbor."
     "No, no way.  I trust you, Wilson.  I know you wouldn't try
to steal her away.  You'd be convenient.  Hell, you could even
put this hole to better use than a peep hole for the electric
company.  It looks to be the right height.  The hole is big
enough...isn't it?"
     "Oh, I'm sure it is."
     "Uh, Wilson, not to be too personal, but how small would be
too small for you?"
     Wilson felt the hole with his fingers and said, "Well,
actually, this is pretty close."
     Tim got a worried look on his face, examined the hole,
raised up and said, "Wilson, if you were to stick it through this
hole, how far back would I need to stand?"
     "That would depend on how friendly a neighbor you wanted to
be."
     "Let's say I don't want to be friendly at all."
     "I'd say ten or eleven inches should do it."
     "ArruuughhHHH?"
     "Don't worry, Tim.  If you can insert two hands and clap,
Jill will have no difficulty."
     "I'm not worried about that.  I'm worried about her falling
in love with your fence."
     Tim wandered back to the house and thought about manhood,
freedom, possession, Ivan Abaulia, and fences.  He adjusted the
growing bulge in his pants and looked for cigar butts in the ash
trays.
                [Fade to a commercial message]
     Jill and Mark entered the house laughing.  They walked to
the kitchen and Jill set two bags of groceries on the counter
top.  She ruffled Mark's hair and said, "You run on up to your
room and do something to make it like a human boy lives in it."
     Mark bounded up the stairs as Tim came around the counter.
Jill was unpacking her food stuff.  Tim said, "You're in a good
mood."
     "Well, I'm not about to break into a number from *The Sound
of Music*, but yes, I am happy.  How did the taping go today?"
     "Nothing special.  Bill got his panties twisted because I
made an off-color reference to Al's mother."
     "I wish you'd leave Al's mother alone, Tim.  Those jokes are
getting tiresome and I'm sure Al doesn't appreciate them.  One of
these days he'll get even with you."  She placed lettuce and
tomatoes in the vegetable bin.
     "You mean like making a move on my wife?  I'd like to see
him try.  Besides, even if he did succeed, it wouldn't phase me."
     Jill halted and stood with milk in one hand and orange juice
in the other.  She suspected at once that Wilson had been talking
to her husband.  She said, "You wouldn't huh?"
     "No, not me.  Some insecure whimp might get all bent out of
shape, but not me."
     Jill put the items away, stood, turned to Tim and said, "How
do you know he hasn't succeeded already?"
     "WHAT?  I mean, what difference does it make?  Yesterday,
today, tomorrow, it won't phase me one tiny iota.  Ah...Jill,
has..."
     "No, he hasn't, but now that I know how you feel, I see no
reason to be coy around him.  I heard those shy, quiet types make
the best lovers once you get them fired up."
     "Well, I'm sure that Al will be the exception that
proves the rule."
     "We'll see."
     Jill pulled out two large cucumbers from the bag.  She saw
Tim's eyes widen.  He simply said, "Cucumbers, huh?"
     Jill chuckled and said, "Yes, cucumbers.  They're
vegetables, Tim."
     "They're awful big."
     "We generally don't eat them whole."
     "Some women don't eat them at all, if you know what I mean."
     "No, I don't know what you...yes, I do.  Tim, do you think
that I..."
     "Hey, honey, don't get defensive.  I understand these
things."
     A wry smile crossed Jill's lips, "You do, do you?"
     "Sure, all women do it.  A good, secure man understands his
woman's needs.  Get bigger ones if you want.  You know, Sparticus
used to give eels to his Greek women.  That Sparticus, now that
was a man's man.  Aaarrrghh, Aaarrrghh, Aaarrrghh!"
     Jill laughed, shaking her head.  She put away the cucumbers
and said while draping her arms over his shoulders, "I'm so glad
you understand my needs, Tim.  I'm seeing a side of you I never
knew existed, so manly, confident, secure."
     "If you want to own a good woman, let her go screw around.
If she comes back and screws you, she's a good woman.  Ivan
Abaulla."
     "Ya wanna ball me, huh?  Take me you Trojan warrior."
     Tim scooped Jill up in his arms and headed for the stairs.
Jill was laughing as they went up, meeting Brad and Randy coming
down.  With her skirt fallen away from her ass and no panties,
each boy was presented with an enticing view of her naked sex.
As each passed, he delivered a hard open palm slap to her ass,
making her squeal.  Tim stopped and turned on the landing, amazed
at what they'd done.  He held Jill with her ass facing the boys
as he said, "Did you guys just do what I think you did?"
     Jill leaned up to whisper, "Sweetheart, I am not wearing any
panties.  I think those two have had enough of a female anatomy
lesson."
     Tim quickly turned her so that her ass faced upstairs just
as Mark was headed down.  Tim's head was turned toward the
grinning older pair so he didn't see Mark move up and start
licking Jill's twat.  Jill bit her lower lip, but stifled another
squeal.  Tim said, "I'll have a talk with you two right after I
take your mother up and...talk to her."
     Randy smirked and said, "What are you going to talk about,
the first thing that pops up."
     "Hey, that's enough.  This is your mother, not some cheap
barmaid.  You guys just wait in the dining room until I come
down, and don't move a muscle."
     Tim looked back up the stairs as he started moving forward
and saw Mark duck out from under his mother's skirt.  "What
the...?  Mark, what the hell were you doing down there?  You go
down and wait with the others.  I can see I need to talk with all
of you kids."  After going over the top step, Tim quietly said,
"Jill, what was he doing down there?"
     "Ask Mark.  I'm just a helpless housewife about to be
ravaged by Sparticus.  Faster Sparti!"
     Tim gave Jill the best ride in ages.  Afterwards, they were
both sweaty and exhausted.  Each had rolled onto their backs,
panting heavily.  Tim got his breath and raised on one elbow,
turning to face his naked wife.  He said, "Jill, what were you
doing going out without panties on?"
     "I go out without panties all the time.  You just never
looked."
     "But why?"
     "It feels good on days like today."
     "But suppose someone sees?"
     "So?  Does it bother you that some big hunk might see my
pussy and decide he wants some?"
     "Huh?  Oh, no, of course not.  But what about the boys?"
     "Who cares about them.  They see it all the time."
     "WHAT?"
     "Sure, why not, they're just kids.  They don't think
anything of it."
     "Jill!  Honey, let me tell you about boys.  I know
about little boys."
     "Yeah, I've heard about you Spartans."
     "That's not funny, Jill."
     Jill rose up to face Tim and said with mock astonishment,
"What is this I'm seeing...Tim Taylor, jealous of his own little
boys?  Is that it, Tim?"
     "No, no way.  Jealous of kids?  Those kids?  Our kids?  Ha!
Double ha!"
     "I think you are?  You're worried that little boys might
take your place.  I'm aghast."
     "Bull!  I'm not worried about that."
     "Yeah, prove it."
     "I'll prove it...how will I prove it?"
     "By going down there and instead of ranting about smacking
me on the ass and licking my beaver..."
     "WHAT?  Is that what Mark was doing?"
     "That's just where he prefers to kiss me.  It's no big
deal."
     Tim ran his fingers through his hair, sweat beaded on his
puzzled brow.  "How long has this..."
     "Never mind, I can see you won't be able to prove a thing to
me."
     "No, go on.  What."
     "Well, instead of chewing their little butts, give them your
old macho, atta boy speech.  Tell them you're proud of them.  If
you did that, I'd be impressed."
     "You don't think I will, do you."
     "I double dog dare you."
     "Double dog, huh.  Nobody, double dogs Tim-the-tool man
Taylor.  Uuh auh, no sir.  I'll do it.  You'll just have to fend
for yourself from now on, baby.  Those are Taylor boys down
there, and you are fresh meat on a hook."
     Jill laid back with a self-satisfied smile as Tim struggled
into his pants.  As Tim was passing through the door, she called
out, "Honey, would ask Brad to bring me a cucumber?"
     Tim's jaw dropped as he watched Jill spread out on her back
and ease her hands into her crotch.  His mind seemed to be
operating in molasses.  He nodded dumbly and pulled the door
shut.
                      (End of episode)
Tune in next week when Tim finds out what being a good neighbor
really means.
                        THE END

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