Chapter 30
Tuesday Evening: Busted!

Bobby got home after Big Al, and it was obvious that he wasn't himself. His dazed responses to Big Al's questions left Al scratching his head. Bobby's brother didn't do too much better. Bobby was sitting at the dinner table, staring off into space and grinning faintly when the light began to dawn for Big Al. Mike, Bobby's 24 year old brother, asked him to pass the peas, then wrinkled his nose. "What's that smell?"

Bobby asked, "What smell?", then got thoughtful, then looked somewhat guilty, and retracted his hands.

"Yeah, what smell?" echoed Big Al, who sniffed a bit, then got up and went across the table to Bobby's place. He bent down next to Bobby's face, and said "I don't smell any... Waitaminnit! I know that..." The fact that his cock had started to harden caused the last piece of the puzzle to fall into place. "Pussy! You been eatin' pussy! Swimmin in the stuff, apparently! And that look on your face is because you got laid, too - isn't it?"

Bobby went beet red. "Yeah," he mumbled.

"Well, I'll be goddamned! When did you start dipping your wick? You better have used a rubber! I don't want any grandkids yet!"

The novel thought of having children by Helen Giannelli brought a look of total shock to Bobby's face that was comical to see. He bolted up and ran into the living room, and began feverishly thumbing through the student directory for Mandi's number. He dialed it with shaking hands.

Mandi answered, "Giannelli residence."

"Mandi, this is Bobby. Uh - Can you ask - what about protection?" 'Your mother' was left out, but implied - Bobby was eyeing his father, who was standing in the door trying to decide whether to be amused or pissed. This was one secret he didn't want let out! Fucking a 40 year old woman was like riding a Honda - great until your Harley riding friends found out!

Mandi snickered. "Momma! Have you kept up with your pills? Bobby wants to know!"

Helen grinned, then turned serous. "Tell him 'Yes', then tell him we'll have to train him with rubbers - so he should bring some next time!"

Mandi related this information, grinning hugely. Bobby thanked her and hung up heaving a big sigh of relief. Big Al looked truculent. "Next time, ask her FIRST, stupid!" he admonished, then he grinned and clapped Bobby on the back. "Congratulations! Welcome to manhood! You gonna be getting a regular supply?"

Bobby thought this one over, trying to figure out how to deal with it. "I'm not sure yet," he replied.

"How many times did she cum?" his father asked.

"Three."

"You're in like Flynn. Congrats! Wish I had a steady supply!"

Bobby blinked. 'Well, when I'm done with her...' he thought, 'who knows?'