Chapter 25

Adele arrived home at about seven, to find her living room full of boys, watching TV, and her eldest daughter buck naked with her head in a boy's lap! "Alyssa!"

"My fault," Damian grunted. "We had some trouble earlier, and had to punish her. I forgot to tell her to dress."

"She can figure that out on her own!" Adele exploded.

Damian cocked his head. "No, that wouldn't have been smart." He shook his head. "I'm fuckin' this up -- anybody wanna take over?" A hand pinned Alyssa to his lap by the simple expedient of holding her left breast -- but she wasn't moving and he was merely fondling it.

Toby rolled his eyes. "I've got it, I guess."

"Take Hank with you," Damian advised. "She's all excitable -- why don't you see if you can bleed that off some?" His eyes shifted to Brie and Randy. "You guys might want to help... Rain Man, I owe you a piece -- you've been suffering all day. Lemme see what I can do..."

"What about me?" Brie whined.

"I got something in mind," Damian replied. "Trust me."

"Okay." Brie was obviously unwilling, but she got up from the chair and headed out to the kitchen, where Toby had drawn Adele.

Damian waved Randy over. "See if you can get your Mama to lighten up on little Cheesecake. I'm thinking we can blindfold a bunch of people and they can both swallow a load, maybe."

"Okay." Randy grinned and headed out.

"Mama's gonna be pissed..." Alyssa opined.

"Well, Toby and Hank will remind her of the up-side, and then if she's still acting cocky, maybe we'll do to her what we did to you!" Damian drawled.

"I'd like to see that," Alyssa grinned. "How come they get to suck and I don't?"

"You want to suck? Open my pants. You don't have to go nowhere..."

"Okay." She shifted and tried to tug down his sweatpants; eventually, he had to push himself up on his hands so she could get them down. After that, she collected his glans in her mouth. It wasn't really a blowjob -- more like just kissing and suckling his knob -- but it was pleasant, and he was in no hurry...

In the kitchen, Adele ranted, "What the Hell happened?"

Toby took it. "Alyssa was nerving herself up to tell all of her girlfriends the danger they were in. That would almost certainly have gotten out of hand."

"Things are already out of hand!" Adele retorted. "I don't know what the Hell I was thinking..."

"I can make a guess," Toby said quietly, his face a mask.

Adele flashed, "Who the Hell are you, anyway?"

"I'm a group member."

"Right." Adele looked him over, thinking, 'a little shrimpy white kid. This is what I bought into...'

Brie, who had just arrived, giggled, "Be careful, Mama!"

"YOU run along!" Adele snapped.

Brie pursed her lips. "No."

"WHAT?"

"Sissy didn't show any sense earlier, and you're not off to a good start, Mama. I should stay -- and you should listen to me!" Brie declared.

"You're out of your depth, Young Lady!" Adele sparked. Her expression threatened dire consequences.

"No, Mama, I think she's right," Randy replied, coming up behind Brie. "You have no idea what's going on and you're acting as fucked up as Sissy did. Maybe you ought to listen to her."

"Oh, right!" Adele snapped, sneering. "What can a twelve-year-old tell me about all this?"

"I don't want to end up in a foster home, for starters!" Brie snapped back. "Do you have ANY IDEA what would have happened if Sissy had gone running off to tell those other girls what was going on?"

"Foster home?" Adele came up short.

"Yeah, foster home!" Brie folded her arms across her tiny chest and glared at her mother with contempt. "One of those girls -- at least -- would have gone to the cops, even though they would be ruining themselves. And Sissy would have gone to Juvie -- but not before she told on YOU -- and Randy and I would have ended up in foster homes when Child Protective Services came for us!"

"That wouldn't..." Adele sputtered -- but then she had second thoughts. "So what did you do?" she asked cautiously.

"When sweet reason failed?" Toby replied. "Well, first, we sent her a video clip, to show her how easily she could be exposed. Then we came over and punished her. Alyssa needs a keeper; fortunately, Damian has volunteered." Toby smiled thinly. "She's had a tough afternoon, but I think it is sinking home in her that she's in no way special..."

"I see," Adele remarked. "What did YOU do?"

"Mama..." Brie muttered.

Adele whirled on her. "WHAT?"

"You need to stop underestimating people..."

"Give me a break!" Adele rasped.

"Toby is probably smarter than you are, Mama, and..." Brie's grin turned feral. "Let's make a bet, Mama. You guess the size of his thingy, and if you guess low, I get to suck it!"

"What? I'm gonna wash your mouth out with soap!" Adele rasped, then turned on Toby. "See what you've done?"

Toby rolled his eyes. "The evidence says that Brie has had a thing for cocks since long before THIS got started. You know, she's in the driver's seat around here. If she opened her mouth, you would go to jail, and Alyssa would go to Juvenile Hall. Frankly, I don't know how far your parental authority extends right now."

"Look, you little..." Adele rasped.

"Little!" Brie cackled. "Come on, Mama! Bet me!"

"Brie!" Adele retorted. "For God's sake! Besides, what do YOU know about..." she flicked a glare at Toby, "cock sizes?"

Brie looked back, unconcerned. "Then you can bet me, huh? After all, I'm gonna lose..."

Adele frowned, eyeing her daughter. The situation was out of hand, but if she backed off, Brie would have her pegged as not having the guts to challenge her. She pursed her lips in thought.

Brie's eyes danced. "You can suck Hank..."

Adele glanced at the other boy, a gangly red-headed kid. Obviously, she'd gotten the group's top end with Terence and the blond boy... "I don't think so..."

"I DO know more than you!" Brie chortled. "I know that you can't see in their pants! Come on! Take a guess! Then you can measure it! If you lose, you suck Hank and I get to suck Toby!"

"And if I win?"

Brie shrugged. "You send them away?" She looked at the boys for confirmation.

"That's... unwise..." Toby hazarded -- but he was irritated with Adele for being dismissive. She was GOING to fuck up -- he could read her -- so he held out for more. "Okay -- on one condition. We double-team you on the second pass."

"OH!" Brie's face contorted with glee. Her eyes positively glowed with malice. "Come on, Mama! Or are you chicken?"

There it was -- the challenge Adele had seen coming. Now she had to come out on top. Okay, a little wimpy guy like that... "I could always be mean and guess eight inches or something -- then you'd be screwed, Little Miss Smarty Pants!"

Brie schooled her features. "You could say eighteen -- but that would be cheating. What would THAT accomplish? If you're gonna prove I'm wrong and you're right, you need to be fair about it or you'll just embarrass yourself in front of everybody."

"Fine," Adele replied, and opened her mouth to continue...

But Hank got there first. "So you're taking the bet? All particulars?"

"Been a while since you had sex, little boy?" Adele carped.

Hank went poker-faced. "A couple of hours."

Adele sighed theatrically, "Poor Alyssa."

"She didn't complain." Hank was getting mad. Toby waved him off.

"Okay, I'll take the bet," Adele announced. Something HAD to be up, so she would play it safe... Turning to Toby, she said, "Seven and a half inches."

"YIPPEE!!!" Brie jumped over a foot in the air, clapping.

Hank eyed Toby and, getting a fractional nod, muttered, "I'm gonna enjoy this..."

Toby remained poker-faced. "We don't win by making unsupported claims. Do you have a measuring device?"

'Win?' Adele's eyes popped as she absorbed Toby's comment. Gathering herself, she blustered, "THAT's for sure! I know how GUYS measure their cocks! And this..." she held up her hand, measuring maybe five inches between her thumb and forefinger, "... is NOT eight inches!"

Toby spread his hands. "I'm waiting..."

"Well, get it out -- I'll be right back," Adele retorted. 'Now where did I put that sewing tape?' she wondered. Snatching open the kitchen junk drawer, she dug a bit and came up with a cloth measuring tape. Turning back toward Toby, she surprised him turning back to face her after lowering his jeans. He was half-erect, maybe -- and LARGE! Adele began to wonder if Brie HADN'T won...

Toby was content to allow his penis to erect on its own -- but Brie wasn't; she stepped forward and closed her hand over the shaft, sliding it up and down. "Thank you, Mama!"

"For what?" Adele blustered. Brie just looked at her. Meanwhile, Toby's cock got bigger under Brie's hands.

Toby hissed in a breath. "Where did you learn to do that?" Brie was swapping off hands, moving them up his shaft past the head and incorporating a twisting motion.

"I dunno. Do you like it?" Brie wouldn't even look up from what she was doing. Toby's cock felt just incredible in her hands...

"Yeah," Toby admitted. "I think I'm up and running..." He glanced at Adele.

"Brie, get back, for God's sake!" Adele rasped. "That's..."

"... Fun, Mama. You know it is," Brie insisted.

"Well, you're too young!"

"We've talked about this, Mama. If I'm too young, how come Nita French has a baby girl?"

"Shut up, please!" Adele approached Toby, holding the tape in shaking hands. 'The top. That's where it's shortest...' she mused.

It didn't help. Toby's erection was a solid inch longer than her guess. "Oh, shit..." she gasped.

Brie's head was suddenly in the way. "Eight and a half! WHOOPIE!" She again grabbed the shaft of Toby's cock, tossing away the measuring tape, ripping it from Adele's nerveless fingers. "Come on, Toby, let's go get comfortable..."

"Want to measure mine?" Hank asked sarcastically.

"Uhhh, no..." Adele turned her attention to the angry young man facing her.

"I insist."

"Okay." Adele scrabbled for the tape with numb fingers, not taking her eyes off Hank.

Hank climbed out of his shorts and approached her, "You're gonna have to fluff it, some -- but then you're gonna suck it anyway, aren't you?"

"I... Yeah. I'm sorry..." Adele apologized.

"You're still sucking it," Hank grated.

"Yes..." The cock Hank exposed was as angry-looking as he was -- and it was sizeable, too. Brie was right -- you couldn't see what was in a man's pants... "Can we...?"

"Everyone else is in the living room." Hank waved at the door.

"Oh, I don't know if I want to..."

"What?" Hank grated. "Suck a white boy in public? Everybody knows... Isn't this better than a dog?"

"I..." It was time to shut up. Adele turned and led the way toward the living room.

When they arrived, Damian was waving at Toby as he settled himself in a chair. "What happened?" Brie had NOT released her grip on Toby's erection at any point. Now she knelt before him and let go just long enough to throw her top off over her head.

Toby looked worried. "Remember we have limits, Cheesecake."

"I'm gonna take a bath in your stuff!" Brie announced happily, resuming her two-handed stroke.

Toby glanced up at Damian. "Adele wasn't in any mood to listen to anything resembling reason, and she pretty much treated us like we were beneath her notice. Cheesecake, here, gave her a rash and drew a lot of fire from her, trying to get her to take us seriously and settle down. Somewhere along the line, she managed to lure her mother into a bet -- and Adele lost." He waved at the pair standing in the entryway, "So here we are."

Damian nodded gravely and glanced around, noticing Adele and Hank. Hank came in and settled on the couch arm. "You need some space?"

"This will do for now," Hank grunted.

Damian nodded. "So what was the bet?"

"Brie bet her mama that she would underestimate the size of my erection," Toby replied. "Adele pissed Hank off, so we asked for a couple of additional things."

Damian grunted. "What did she guess?"

"Seven and a half."

Damian turned to Adele. "Came up short, didn't you? Toby's got the biggest cock in the group." He turned back to Toby. "So now what?"

"Cheesecake's version of the bet said that if her mama lost, she got to blow me," Toby related. "I'm not sure it's smart, but she DID win..."

"Toby!" Brie warned.

"Suck his dick, Honey. You earned it," Damian advised. "What else?"

"Adele owes Hank. And then we're going to double up on her, apparently," Toby related.

"Suck," Hank directed. Adele looked at him like she was thinking about making a fuss, then glanced at Damian, who shook his head no. Alyssa just looked at her. Slowly, she knelt.

"You sound pissed, Man," Damian observed.

"Bad attitude. I'm sick of taking that kind of shit from women," Hank growled. "I can't do a fucking thing about my looks, but I'm tired of being blown off by bitches who have no fucking idea..."

"Well, take it easy -- we're here to make life pleasant for her," Damian advised. "Once she learns a thing or two, who knows?" He squeezed Alyssa's captive breast, "Right Babe?"

"Uh huh." Alyssa shifted her gaze to her mother. "Suck the man, Mama."

Adele frowned at her eldest daughter, but she grasped the stiff shaft of Hank's cock and collected his balls in her other hand. The closer she got to the thing, the more impressive it was. "Do you think it's...?"

"Full size?" Hank finished. "Probably. Suck it some, anyway."

Knowing that argument merely postponed the inevitable, Adele leaned in and captured his glans. Except for the mushroom head, Hank's cock was like steel sheathed in leather; never before had she felt a cock like this. She was no stranger to blowjobs -- Rudy had enjoyed them, and she'd done a few others in her time -- but most of them had some flex to them. This one felt like she could stand on it like a stepladder and hold onto Hank's shoulders to get things out of an upper cupboard. She took in what she could and started working up and down on it.

It was good, but Hank was still mad. "Do you deep-throat?"

Adele pulled back to answer, "No. Sorry!" There was genuine contrition in her voice.

"Think about learning." He reached out and cupped the back of her head, pulling her back to work, rubbing her short tight curls with his fingers. He hauled her onto him, gagging her very deliberately a couple of times; Adele rode it out without a struggle. She was in an odd place; undoubtedly, she could refuse to do this -- or could she? She owed him, perhaps, but she was acting as the receptacle for a LOT of anger...

Across the room, Brie was trying to get Toby's cock in her mouth, "Mmmf."

"Don't hurt yourself, now," Toby admonished. "If your mother hadn't bet, we wouldn't be here. I'm still not sure..."

"Let her suck it, Man," Damian advised. "Quit worrying."

Brie backed off to talk, substituting her corkscrew massage. "I'd fuck it if I could..."

"Well, you can't, Honey -- that's asking too much. Besides, how would you take it?" Toby asked.

"Well, there's my ass..." Brie argued, having seen her sister take cocks that way twice that afternoon.

"That little thing?" Toby exclaimed. "Honey, if I was to mess with you that way, they would throw me under the jail! They have a name for messing with little girls -- pedophilia. It's a big thing right now. You don't want me to go to jail, do you? This is bad enough..."

"Well, no -- but doesn't it count what I want to do?" Brie asked.

"Nope. They'd string me up anyway, for manipulating you," Toby replied. "You're too young to make decisions like this, according to the law."

"Well, I'm sucking you, anyway," Brie insisted. "It smells great!" She dropped her lips over his glans.

"Pheromones," Toby chuckled.

"Hmmm?"

"A musk with, like, sex chemicals in it," Toby explained. "That's nice..." Brie's little tongue had found this spot...

Adele heard these things vaguely as she sucked on Hank's rigid boner, working her tongue at the juncture of his plush purple glans and his stringy shaft, and realized that there was a lot more thought and serious concern going on than a group of boys getting sex from older women might be expected to exhibit. 'I DID underestimate them!' she thought.

Hank interrupted her with a hand on her shoulder. "Take a measurement."

"Look, I was wrong, okay? I'm real sorry!" Adele apologized. She didn't even reach for the tape.

Hank locked eyes with her. "No, do it. We've come this far." He didn't seem as angry.

Adele bit her lip. "All right." She gathered up and applied the tape. "Um, around seven and a quarter." 'He'd have kicked Rudy's ass', she realized.

"So...." Hank eyed her.

"Look, it's... nice. I like it!" Adele insisted.

"Okay..." Hank looked around. "You know, nobody else is wearing a top..."

Shocked, Adele settled back on her heels and flashed a glance at her eldest daughter. Alyssa looked back calmly; Damian gave the breast he was cupping a gentle squeeze. From across the room, there came a loud pop, and Brie's voice said, "He's right, you know... Hey, can I take off my panties?"

"NO!" came from at least three sources -- including Adele.

Brie shrugged. "Okay. But he's STILL right..." She went back to sucking Toby's cock.

"Way I hear it, you're gonna be fuckin' soon, anyway," Damian mused.

"In the middle of the living room?" Adele asked.

That pop sounded again, and Brie said, "Sissy did..."

Adele looked at Alyssa, who nodded diffidently. "It's been a helluva afternoon," Damian observed.

Adele looked up at Hank, placating. "Look, all I can do is apologize..."

"And pay up," Hank retorted -- but he sounded reasonable, at least.

"Well, going topless wasn't in the bet..."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Adele, we came here to fuck you. Two of us are gonna, at least, because you lost the bet. Alyssa, here, is buck fucking naked! Wouldn't you think that maybe she'd be more comfortable about it if you joined her?"

"Well..." Now she was looking like a jerk again -- after already having made an ass of herself once... Reaching down, she caught the hem of her cap-sleeved blouse and pulled it over her head.

"Let me help you with this," Hank offered, and, leaning over her reached behind her to unhook her bra. Adele, who had planned to try to put the boys off with just the top, drew a breath to protest, glanced at Alyssa, and subsided, allowing Hank to pull the bra off over her arms. "That's better!" He gathered a double-handful of soft flesh. "Let's finish up."

Adele returned her attention to Hank's cock. 'Buck up!' she thought, 'You're giving a blowjob, for God's sake! Why act like a prude?' Besides, Hank's cock was... interesting...

Toby sighed and gave a small gasp; Brie had found this spot along the ridge of his glans that was driving him INSANE with pleasure -- yet apparently not driving him toward orgasm! Weird... He decided that if little Brie was going to be so dedicated, the least he could do was help... He strengthened the latent connection between them, getting a sense of her attitude. Brie was having a ball -- she just liked cocks -- that was all there was to it! She liked the taste, the smell, the texture... Most of all, apparently, she liked cum -- and pre-cum!

Toby decided that he was learning more than he wanted to about the taste and feel of his cock, so he filtered that, opting to bleed over a bit of what he was feeling. Brie didn't examine the input for source; it didn't occur to her that she and Toby might be telepathically linked. Instead, the information went under the heading of 'He seems to like this...' Her twisting jacking motion seemed to be a hit, for instance... And she'd found that spot on her own -- but it seemed like there was no substitute for running her lips up and down as much of his length as she could cram in...

That wasn't a whole lot, especially at first, but Brie was committed. She worked at it until she was taking more than four inches in, working from kissing the tip at the far end of every stroke. Variety was important, she learned, but if you stopped to mess around with something, you could kill the buildup. The basics were simple, actually -- you fucked the guy with your mouth! It was all pretty clear, actually...

It was working, too! Toby could feel the results as she zeroed in on his more sensitive spots and her lips and tongue teased them and pleased them. "You're doing good!" he gasped. "Real good!" he succumbed to the urge to cup the back of her head, but managed to avoid driving her onto him -- largely because she was clearly doing her best... He slowly continued to rise toward his peak...

Meanwhile Adele was getting fully acquainted with Hank's cock -- and acquiring a favorable opinion of it. Hank was working her breasts gently and that added to things. The textures were something; the soft, velvety knob mounted on the hard, stringy shaft -- she started looking forward to feeling it elsewhere...

Toby and Brie arrived at the peak first. Toby started puffing; Brie had targeted two or three separate location and was abusing them in rotation, and he just couldn't hold out! "I'm gonna... cum... Honey!" he gasped.

"Mmmph!" Brie waved a come-on and Toby tensed up. Brie backed off so she wouldn't lose anything and felt him swell on her tongue and begin to pulse. It was Heaven! The only thing better would have been if she was playing with her cunny, but she didn't think of THAT in time... Then the cum fountained out onto her tongue -- Mmmmmm! It was WONDERFUL! Thick, kind of chunky -- it was like cream of mushroom soup before it got watered down and cooked. Not the taste, of course -- just the consistency. The taste was indescribable -- but she loved it, anyway. She sucked in every drop, milking his huge cock with her hands and her lips, and swallowed only after swishing the thick fluid all around her mouth. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" She jumped up and hugged Toby.

"Thank YOU! That was quite an effort!" Toby had no idea how he was going to keep Brie from sucking boys off, now that she'd had a couple of positive experiences. They were just going to have to deal with it, apparently...

The situation was clear to Adele, too, but she had other priorities at the moment. Hank was massaging her scalp and grunting and obviously trying not to pump his entire cock into her mouth -- but his hips WERE jerking... She integrated it into what she was doing, realizing that it gave him some control over things and would speed things up...

They did. "Gonna cum!" Hank gasped, his movements getting jerky. Adele stayed with him; there was no way she was going to let a twelve-year-old show her up!

Brie came running over, "Don't swallow, Mama! Give it to me!"

That was the final straw for Hank; he gasped, grabbed Adele's shoulders in an instinctive attempt to keep her from backing away, and began spurting in her mouth, "Uuuuunnnghh!" Adele took it in; Rudy had always wanted her to swallow, so the idea was neither new nor strange -- but then she realized that her daughter was going to want it...

Brie did, too! "C'mon, Mama, gimme!" she insisted.

Adele glanced at Damian who grinned evilly. "Well, at least she won't have sucked a dick for it..."

Adele rubbed her head, unable to decide -- but Brie grabbed her head and plastered her lips to Adele's. Now it was kiss or pass the semen -- and Adele chose the latter, more or less by default. Brie came up grinning and swishing Hank's spend around in her mouth. She swallowed. "Thanks, Hank! Thanks, Mama!"

"Uh, no problem!" Hank gasped from where he had subsided onto the couch arm.

Damian glanced around. "This has turned into a major get-together -- and some people are being left out! Who's for pizza? Somebody hand me a phone!"

"Hullo?"

"Hey, Big Bro," Damian's voice came over the phone. "You busy?"

"Nope," Terence grunted.

"Well, maybe I got something for you," Damian replied. "Is Mama there?"

"Yah," Terence said. "She got up a couple of hours ago."

"Lemme talk to her."

"Mama! Phone!" Terence yelled.

"Who is it, Boy?" Louise called from the kitchen.

"Damian!"

Louise picked up, "Where ARE you? It's damn near eight o'clock!"

"Toby and Hank and me had to rush out and put a collar on Alyssa and it turned into an all-day thing," Damian replied.

"What the Hell does THAT mean?"

"She was gonna warn off her girlfriends. One of 'em would have blown us for sure -- with six of 'em to choose from, one of 'em was DEFINITELY gonna be as dumb as Alyssa..." Damian replied. Alyssa winced; Damian cupped the breast he hadn't let go of for some time and wrinkled his nose and grinned at her.

"Shit! Are things under control?" Louise asked.

"Totally," Damian replied confidently. "But like I said, it's turned into a major thing. Toby's here, and so is Hank; now Adele is home. Rain Man has been watching us get laid all day, but all the women here are related to him, so he's got blue balls. I was wondering if maybe..."

"Your old man's home, Boy," Louise replied.

"Aw shit. I guess Toby could call Beth..."

"No," Louise retorted, "I don't feel like letting him keep me from enjoying myself -- especially the way he's been acting lately! I'll see what I can do."

"I was thinking about ordering pizza, you know? Lot of appetites around here and Adele just got home. Can you pop for maybe twenty bucks to help cover it?" Damian asked. "Drag Big Bro along; Adele hasn't gotten everything she's due. It's a long story, but everybody's a little short right now..." He cupped the receiver. "You like Big Bro, right?"

"I... I mean, I can wait..." Adele gibbered. THREE boys?

"But you don't have to..." Damian replied, grinning maliciously. "This way you can stay warmed up... Mama says she'll throw down a twenty for pizza -- is that cool?"

"Yeah, sure..." Adele replied faintly. "I can match that..."

"Cool." Damian turned back to the phone. "I'm gonna call it in -- you guys are coming, right?"

"Yeah. I need to hear about what went on today, anyway," Louise replied. "We'll be along right after your old man and I stop yelling at one another."

"Cool. Pass the phone to Terence, will you, Mama? I need to ask him for something," Damian asked.

"Sure." Louise handed the phone to Terence. "He wants to talk to you."

"Yah?" Terence grunted.

"When you and Mama come over, do me a favor and throw a couple of things in my gym bag, willya? I'm planning on staying the night," Damian related. Alyssa's eyes popped; she looked up at Daman in surprise. "What?" Damian asked, "You don't want me?"

"No! I mean, yes! Uh, sure!" Alyssa babbled.

"Thought so," Damian uncovered the mouthpiece. "Can you handle it?"

"Yeah, I got it," Terence grunted. "Later." He hung up. "Looks like Little Bro wants to keep an eye on his favorite piece," he grunted.

"Terence!" Louise rasped.

"Sorry, Mama."

"Fred!" Louise yelled, "We're going out!"

"What the fuck!" Fred ranted, throwing himself out of his chair in the den. "Where's my goddamn dinner?"

"Order out," Louise replied. "Or go out for your liquid diet -- I don't care which," she added scornfully.

If looks could kill, Fred would have reduced Louise to ash. "Where the fuck is Damian?"

"Out," Louise replied. "We're going out to meet him." She nudged Terence. "Go get ready."

"More of them white bitches you been hanging with?" Fred grunted.

"No, actually, we're going to the Hayes'," Louise replied, "as if it was any of your business."

"Mebbe I'll go along, then," Fred growled.

"You aren't invited. Adele doesn't like you. Among other people..." Louise rasped.

Fred didn't like Adele, either. In his opinion, she had a big, fat mouth -- largely because she was very clear about how she felt about some of his attitudes and opinions.

Louise decided the close the door, "Besides, I'm not sure what she'll say if her little girl sees you and starts talking about how you flashed her your dick..."

"Fuck," Fred grunted. "She wouldn't do that..."

"Twelve-year-olds tend to be innocent and say things..." Louise raised an eyebrow and eyed him sidelong.

"Fine. Get the fuck out -- you're disturbing my TV!" Fred stomped out.

Louise headed for the door; Terence met her there, carrying a gym bag. "What's that for?"

"Damian's planning to stay over," Terence grunted.

"Huh! We'll see..." She led him out.

The pizza bill was forty-five dollars. Toby and Hank each pitched in five bucks to help cover the overage and a tip for the driver. When Louise and Terence arrived fifteen minutes later, the pizza hadn't yet. "So what's going on?" Louise wanted to know as soon as she was in the door. Randy had answered it; Louise caught Adele and Hank playing tug of war with her blouse. Alyssa started to move, but Damian forestalled her. Brie got up from where she was sitting at Toby's feet, still topless, "Hi, Mrs. Carter!"

"Hi, Honey." Louise looked around. Damian was wearing sweatpants and no shirt; Hank's shorts were barely on him. Toby very casually reached down and draped his jeans over his lap. Only Randy was anything resembling fully dressed. "Don't everybody dress on my account!"

"Hank!" Adele whined, tugging at her blouse.

"No!" Hank replied. "It's too late!"

"No doubt," Louise agreed. "Settle down, Adele -- Terence and I have seen you naked." She looked around. "Somebody want to tell me how she got that way?"

"She made a bet," Hank said shortly, "And lost."

Louise nodded. "I have a feeling that the story is longer than that. Toby, could I use the chair, Baby?"

"Sure." Toby got up. His assessment of Louise's state of mind said that she knew that she'd walked into a sex party, so he stopped fig-leafing himself. "It's getting crowded in here -- I'll go get some chairs."

"I'll help," Brie added, padding out behind him.

"More questions," Louise mused, watching them go. "I guess I might as well get with the program. Randy, Baby, why don't you get comfortable in the chair, and I'll come over and sit on your lap once I've gotten out of my scrubs."

"Cool!" Randy made a beeline for the chair.

"Take off your pants, now..." Louise added. "Poor boy -- what has he seen today?" Calmly, she stripped her scrub shirt over her head.

"A lot of shit, Mama," Damian replied. "Poor Rain Man's balls are probably purple."

Adele, watching Louise undress, paused -- and Hank ripped the blouse from her grip. She watched wide-eyed as Louise moved on to her pants, still visibly calm and collected. Unhooking her bra, Louise murmured, "When do I get the whole story? And what's next?"

"Adele's next," Damian chuckled. "She lost a bet with Brie over Toby's dick size -- and now she has to fuck Toby and Hank. But the guys both just got blowjobs, so I figured it was dinner time -- and Big Bro could get a shot in to keep her motor running if he wanted."

"What about what Adele wants, Boy?" Louise asked curtly.

"Oops! Sorry!" Damian apologized.

There was a chuckle behind him. "Once you get started running things, it's hard to stop," Toby explained, plopping a dining chair down beside the couch. "Besides, he's been doing a good job. Adele is just shy..." Brie placed a chair next to Toby's, but when he sat, she carefully crawled onto his lap.

"What's this all about?" Louise asked, eyeing Toby and Brie, he eyebrows raised.

Toby grimaced. "Another part of the infamous bet," he explained. "Brie bet her mother that she would underestimate the size of my penis. Hank and I made the same bet. It was all a reaction to how Adele acted when she got home; she flew off the handle and wouldn't listen to anything anyone said... Brie told her she was underestimating us; the bet was kind of a demonstration..."

"Okay..." Louise waved for him to continue.

"Adele lost. Brie had stipulated that if she won, she got to give me a blow job."

"Toby, I thought we were trying to keep things anonymous!" Louise rasped.

"I had a plan, Mama, but Adele and Brie shot big holes in it," Damian related. "It needed doing, anyway; Brie isn't gonna stop, and we aren't gonna be able to keep fencing her off like that."

"And she's topless because?" Louise asked, crossing to the chair and settling gingerly onto Randy's lap.

"I did that, Mrs. Carter," Brie replied. "all by myself. Mama was acting silly about taking her blouse off. Alyssa hasn't had any clothes since -- I dunno -- two o'clock?"

"Want to tell me about that?" Louise asked.

"Well, to be fair," Toby began, "a bunch of people tried sweet reason on her before things got physical -- but she wasn't listening any better than Adele..."

"So did you paddle her ass again?" Louise asked, then turned to Randy. "Do whatever you want, Baby -- I know my titties aren't as big as your mama's or your sister's, but they aren't off-limits..." She reached between her legs to grasp his shaft and rub it gently, then returned her attention to the others. Randy applied his lips to her right breast and his hand to her right.

"No," Damian took up the tale, "I remembered that an enema could be pretty aggravating, done right. We gave Alyssa two."

"Then Damian made up this neat game!" Brie interjected.

Louise cocked her head at Damian. Damian grimaced and nodded. "I took three dice and rolled them. One was for who she had to fuck. One was for which hole. One was for how long."

"That's... inventive..." Louise groaned. Randy had the sweetest lips, and her nipple was getting the full treatment. "Did she get to enjoy it?"

"Yeah. I wanted her to. And I wanted her on video doing it," Damian explained. "She needed to understand where she was and what she was and that acting silly about it was just going to bring her trouble."

"Mmmmm," Louise moaned. "What's the score?"

"Twice in the ass -- I got her cherry -- one fuck, one blow job. She came -- what -- twice, Babe?" He shifted his attention to Alyssa.

"Yes..." Alyssa wouldn't look at anyone. "During the game..."

"Oh, yeah," Damian continued, "Then I took her upstairs and gave her a nice session for being a good girl. I think that doubled her up." Alyssa covered her face, but backed herself against him. "As you can see, she's settled down some."

"Uh huh." Louise nodded. "Adele, do you mind if I make a couple of suggestions?"

"No..."

"Terence, take her upstairs and give her a nice gentle ride, then bring her back down for dinner. Don't let her wear anything back down but an open robe." She turned to the others. "She's a woman, not a girl, and she's shy about her figure. We need to deal with that, but not the hard way. Damian, you're too heavy-handed sometimes, Boy."

"Yes, Mama." There was no use arguing.

"Is that okay with you, Adele?" Louise asked.

"Well, the robe part..."

"We're all gonna be naked, Baby," Louise advised her. "just like we are now."

"Come on." Terence tugged Adele's hand gently.

Terence made her feel safe -- something some of the other boys did NOT do at all! Reassured, Adele let herself be led up the stairs.

"Brie, Baby, I need for you to get back into your blouse so when the pizza delivery guy comes you can pay..." Louise requested.

"Awww, okay," Brie groused. "When he's gone, can I take it off?"

"Baby..." Louise locked eyes with the girl. Corralling her was going to be HARD! "We'll talk about it then, okay?"

"Awright," Brie sulked. She knew that there was going to be an argument.

"I'll, uh, throw on some clothes," Toby offered.

"Don't," Louise corrected him. "You'd just raise eyebrows. Damian will back her up, if necessary." Pulling Randy's head from her nipple, she gazed into his eyes, "Baby, do you want to fuck here or somewhere else?"