Lon gathered Rick with his eye and got up, kissing his mother on the cheek. "See you later, Mama." Candace smiled and ruffled his hair, knowing that he’d gotten enough hints to know basically what to do. Lon made a big production of throwing it back and grumbling as he hit the door, more as a diversion than anything else. Rick followed, grinning.
Candace reflected that Rick was the sole fly in the ointment; he was pretty damned smart, and if he tumbled to what was going on and didn’t go along — and especially if he told his mother, who would NOT like it — there could be problems. Candace had dabbled a bit in the area that she instinctively believed that Beth was coming from, and she fully expected that Beth would cooperate in her own enslavement — IF Jean did not interfere! Even if Jean DID get her claws into things, Beth was very likely to ignore her, if Candace was right — but there was no sense in taking chances. She hoped that Lon had the sense to give Beth enough rope to hang herself without overtly taking charge — that way, Rick would understand…
Back to the immediate issue. "Would you like to help me get dry?" she asked sweetly, continuing to hold the towel covering her hair.
"S—sure…" Toby replied, coming forward gingerly. Oddly, Toby failed to present the air of confidence and command with Candace that he used so adroitly on Jean. Very odd, indeed. Candace stepped out of the tub and onto the mat. "I’ll work on my hair, and you get the rest, okay, Hon?"
Toby nodded and went to work, handling her arms, face, and neck first. Where THIS was headed was clear; what wasn’t clear was the reference to Ma…
Candace dried her hair, then collected a brush to get it relatively untangled before it REALLY dried. By then Toby had basically finished, despite lingering in certain areas and being extremely diligent. "Let’s go to my room," she murmured, leading him forward. Passing through the door into the master bedroom, she sat on her bed and waved him forward. "Do you want anything? A drink, perhaps?"
"I’m fine," Toby replied. Did Candace just want to fuck, or was something up? You never knew … Toby had learned long ago that Lon’s mother was a master manipulator. Still, her concern seemed genuine…
"Honey," Candace asked, her hands on Toby’s narrow hips as he stood before her, "did you ever notice that your father treated your mother, umm, inconsiderately?"
"Like how?" Toby fought distraction; Candace was still nude, her proud breasts prominently displayed. She was looking up at him, her expression serious — but her fingers were tracing the bare skin under his shirt and just above the waistband of his jeans, causing his hard-on to resemble blued steel.
"Oh, ordering her around, calling her names, demeaning her, that kind of thing." She popped the snap on his jeans.
Toby thought about it; he’d never done it — never been allowed to — but Pa had been pretty dismissive of Ma — and some of the things he called her… "Uh, maybe. I’m not sure what’s normal and what isn’t, actually. He seemed to get away with a lot that I don’t see on TV. What are you doing?"
"I’m naked; you could make me more comfortable by getting naked, too! Surely, you know what ELSE I want?"
"Yeah…" Toby flipped his T-shirt over his head. If Candace wanted to fuck, he wasn’t likely to zip up and run off — even if he had a choice — something he suspected that he did NOT have! "He ordered Ma around a lot — and he could be pretty nasty if she screwed something up. It seemed like she was ALWAYS screwing up, too!"
Candace hid her face by the simple expedient of looking down and tugging at Toby’s shoelaces. Yes! "Did he ever, umm, slap her around, in your presence?"
Toby’s voice was guarded. "Why?"
"It, umm, wouldn’t be a surprise, Hon."
"You want to tell me what this is about?" Toby pulled his left foot out of his running shoe; Candace was holding it down for him.
"I’ll get to it," Candace replied. "One more question — you don’t have to answer IT, either, but it would help. Did you father ever have sex with your mother in your presence? Or did he involve others?" She looked up at Toby, surprising an extremely harsh expression on his face. The boy’s features were positively transformed; gone was the intelligent, but bumbling boy she knew. Undoubtedly, she was gazing at the face of Toby’s father, at one generation’s remove… "I see that I have struck a nerve, Hon. Let me explain where I’m going with this." She collected the waistband of his jeans and started tugging them off, taking his undershorts with them.
"That would be a good idea." Toby’s voice would have been toneless if it hadn’t been carrying such hard undertones. He put his hand on her shoulder and stepped out of his clothing. "That would be an excellent idea."
God, have I awakened a monster? Candace wondered, followed by, What a beautiful cock! If his father was hung like this, no wonder Beth was a slave! Stroking his shaft, she murmured, "I don’t practice this as a regular thing, but I know a little bit about it." She looked up into his suddenly hard eyes. "Some people operate differently from what we consider to be normal. You’ve heard of BDSM?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what it is?"
"I … have an idea."
"How about Dominance and submission?" Those eyes hers were locked with were still steely, even as they reflected pleasure from her manipulations.
"They are … close."
Okay, obviously he had heard or seen something — but what did he think it was? "Can you describe it?"
"One person … controls another. Humiliates them, maybe abuses them physically. The other … just takes it…"
"Have you ever participated in such a thing?" Candace asked carefully.
"NO!" Toby was rigid.
Okay. He’s seen things, all right. From the outside. "Has your mother ever spoken to you about this?"
"No."
"Have you done any reading?"
"No."
Candace rubbed her face with the hand not jacking Toby’s cock; obviously, Toby had drawn his own conclusions — and they were unpleasant. There would be some damage control required… "Okay. I think you’ve seen this, from the outside. What you HAVEN’T seen is the INSIDE! I want to talk to you about this, because it is important…"
Toby’s voice was still harsh. "You have my complete attention."
Chapter 11
Posted: February 11, 2009 - 01:37:25 pm
Candace took a moment to suck in Toby’s glans; he was going to need a distraction … Watching him, she wondered if this was the position she should present her thesis from — but it was too late, really…
"Okay, Hon, as I said, some people do things differently. From your reactions, you seem to think that different equals wrong — and that isn’t necessarily true!" She stopped again and sucked on him for a moment, wondering vaguely why she was doing that; seldom did she start a session this way — generally, her partner frigged her or licked her clitty before she did anything for him. But it seemed like the thing to do, so… "I think you father was a Dominant — and your mother IS a submissive — do you agree?"
"I think she is a victim," Toby replied, icily.
"I can see how you would think that, Hon — but you just might be surprised. Dominants control and dominants take — and submissives accept control and they give. It is in the nature of each to do this — do you understand?"
Toby seemed to grow six inches while his eyes grew dark, "You’re telling me that it is in my mother’s nature to be fucked by three men at the same time while my father stands around and comments on what a slut she is and how lousy a fuck she’s giving and why isn’t she deep throating a cock longer than mine?" Toby’s voice rose and rose and Candace found herself lapping his glans for all she was worth!