Chapter 9
The Amazing Teddy

As Nate, Stick and Draper separated in the parking lot, their prime subject of conversation lounged on the steps awaiting her diminutive date. Mary deliberately made herself visible in the vicinity of the main entrance in order to avoid giving Teddy an excuse to assume the evening was off. But Teddy came right up to her without any obvious reluctance, even though the initial subject of conversation was a bit embarrassing. "Hi, Mary."

"Hi, Teddy." Mary turned toward the parking lot, and Teddy fell in beside her. "So, what's on at the movies?"

"I don't know. I got to thinking. Maybe we, uh, don't have to go out. What did you and Stick do?"

If it had been Stick, she'd have probably pretended to be indignant over the idea that she wasn't good enough to be seen in public with him, even if she let him off the hook immediately thereafter -- but it wasn't; Teddy had been actively nervous about going to her place, so this represented a step in the right direction. "Well, we did homework, and I cooked him a burger. We watched some videos, and well, you know what else..."

"Yeah," Teddy knew. What made it all right was the fact that it was certainly on the list of tonight's activities -- that and the fact that everyone, Teddy included, wanted it that way. If Teddy had thought that he was horny BEFORE she and Stick had introduced him to real sex, it was NOTHING to the itch that had built over the last three days! "Okay. We can do something like that, I guess. No need to go anywhere. It's a school night." That would be another issue; Teddy's mother was as over-protective as they come; staying late on a school night would set off all kinds of alarms in HER head...

"Okay. Pizza? I'm an awful cook..." Mary stood by the door while Teddy popped the locks on his aging Corolla.

Teddy did so and the pair settled into the seats, then he turned to her, "I could help..."

"Best not. Your stock isn't so high with Mom right now; best we keep a low profile." Irma hadn't been thrilled to find Mary in bed with TWO boys on Sunday morning, and there had been a looooong 'discussion' following their departure. Stick wasn't even on the tote board as far as Irma Nally was concerned; obviously, the boy was just using Mary for sex... And Teddy's somewhat privileged position had eroded considerably.

"Well, I could. I DO, at home."

Mary was forcibly reminded of a remark Stick had made the previous night about employing Teddy as a domestic to keep suspicions down, and it caused her to smile, "Some other time. If you're really good at it, it might be a drawing card..."

Teddy gave her a somewhat bemused glance, and put the car in motion for the short drive. "Pizza's okay, I guess. What do you have for homework?"

"Not a lot tonight. Some Chemistry," Mary related.

"I did mine. It's not much. All I've got left is an essay; I spell-checked it, but if you could read through it for homonyms..." Any idiot knew enough to run a spell-check; nowadays, being unable to tell the difference between 'herd' and 'heard' was the kind of thing that could get you marked down on a paper...

"Cool. I'm pretty good at that. Why don't I order it right away, then, and it will be there when we're done?"

"All right. What do you like on it?"

"Oh, I dunno. The kitchen sink, as long as it's really Italian -- no pineapple for me!" Mary averred.

"Anchovies?" Teddy eyed her.

"Uuhh, maybe we can get them on the side..."

"No, it's okay, I was just testing you." The remark left Mary wondering what for, but Teddy's intent had merely been to see if he could press her. Since he could... "That sounds good to me."

The car pulled up before the Nally home, and the pair got out, going up the stairs to Mary's private entrance. Mary's 'bedroom' was a converted mother-in-law apartment over the garage, and had a staircase to an outside entrance on the second floor. Mary proved as nimble climbing the stair on this date as she had Saturday night, despite her somewhat ponderous bulk. Teddy, following her up, eyed the jiggle and sway, realizing that he'd learned to appreciate it. Mary wore skirts habitually, for a number of reasons, including the fact that they masked a few things and that they allowed a flow of air to her nether parts, which were always a heat sink, situated between her heavy thighs as they were. Mary ran without panties whenever her menstrual cycle and other revelations like gym class allowed; exposure really wasn't an issue, with her thighs, and besides, if a guy caught her, so what? Similarly, she tended to wear thigh-highs, or even a garter belt when forced to wear stockings, but tried to time such things so that they wouldn't be detected and cause comment. Nora knew -- but then, Nora knew everything... The panty line on her jean skirt was plainly visible under the stress of the climb; today had been a gym day; both of them were wondering separately when they would come off. Mary, who was soaked, decided immediately wasn't soon enough; as soon as they were in the door, she announced, "I've got to pee; settle in there at the table, and make yourself at home. I'll be right back and we can order the pizza."

"What about beer?" Teddy asked.

"Ummm, you're going home, and it's a school night. If your mom detects alcohol on your breath, I'd go on the public enemies list," Mary replied. "Better not."

"Okay." Teddy was a little glum; he'd looked forward to a little liquid courage. But Mary was right; after last weekend, his mother would be looking for that. He hit the refrigerator for a coke, pleased that non-diet drinks were available.

Mary hit the bathroom, settling on the toilet to pee quickly and merely sliding her panties off her legs and leaving them in the floor, kicking them toward the hamper. A slightly more careful wipe than usual, and she was up and out, collecting the telephone and the menu for the local pizza delivery joint.

Teddy had his stuff out and was proofreading his essay. "Hey, I thought I was doing that!" Mary reproved. Teddy shrugged and passed it over. Mary made the call, then fished out her Chemistry, and Teddy looked it over while she proofread.

Time passed quickly, and pizza delivery found them just finishing up. Teddy packed his stuff while Mary got the box and snatched more cokes from the refrigerator. As Mary came back in, he hopped up and announced, "Now I've got to pee..."

Mary organized the pizza and drinks on the coffee table, then started going through her videos. What should she spring on Teddy? A bi flick? No bi action tonight... Blacks on Blondes wouldn't be relevant... Shrugging, she settled on an amateurs video that she remembered being hot.

Meanwhile, Teddy hit the bathroom. Due to its location against the far wall, the laundry hamper met his eye immediately -- or, rather, the pair of panties heaped against it... Teddy lifted the seat, unzipped, and proceeded to take care of business, but his eyes kept drifting back... Finishing, he tucked and zipped, but stopped before flushing, as that would indicate completion pretty clearly. He listened for Mary, and heard the soundtrack of a video start; she must be busy... He knelt and collected the panties.

They were damp; Teddy experienced an instant hard-on. Cautiously, he lifted them to his nose. The aroma was unmistakable, and it made his erection diamond hard; it was a smell for which he had only one referent -- Mary's pussy. This was fresh, which meant... Teddy's head turned toward the bathroom door. Mary had shucked out of them when she came home! Teddy dropped the panties; no need to bother with them -- better was to be had! He flushed the toilet and carefully washed his hands, but Teddy was a young man in a hurry -- he was going to get laid! Again!

Mary had her back to him, video controller in her hand as she fast-forwarded through the ads at the beginning of what was obviously a porn flick. Great! Apparently, they weren't going to take a hundred years getting through the preliminaries! He plopped on the couch, working to hide his erection by pulling a plate from the table and getting two slices of pizza from the box. Mary came and sat next to him, looking nonchalant, and did the same.

The nonchalance was faked; Mary was seriously worried that Teddy would freak out during this stage and decide it was time to leave in a rush -- and she didn't really know how she was going to keep it from happening. Little did she know...

Mary's first inkling of Teddy's true state was when he picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands, then picked up a second and laid it over her left leg -- and didn't remove his hand. He began (rather awkwardly) to eat left-handed, pretending that this was perfectly normal...

A good forty percent of his attention, however, was on that hand, which was just below the hem of Mary's skirt. A lot depended upon what Mary did about it... The other sixty percent was split between the pizza and the video, which was just getting underway. The longer it continued, however, the more of the available balance of his attention shifted to it, leaving short shrift for the pizza...

Mary spent several moments eyeing the hand before she realized that ignoring it was the proper reaction and shifted her visible attention to the video. She, however, was busy FEELING the hand, and wondering if/when Teddy would get brave and move it. In a bit, she needed the napkin; with a bit of trepidation, she reached down and snatched it out from under Teddy's hand. Teddy contrived to ignore this; the hand didn't move.

The nice thing about amateur flicks was that the couples weren't Superdick or Supercunt. In this flick, the girl was a little oily in the face and somewhat chunky, and she had a big mole on the outside of her right breast. The guy looked a little nerdy, and wasn't showing any fourteen-inch dick, either; in fact, he looked kind of average, maybe six inches. But the girl knelt up, pulled back her thin brown hair, and proceeded to make like a Hoover on his dick, going at it like she was killing rats while he stuck his hairy legs out straight and groaned, leaning back and rolling his head around; clearly, she knew her business.

Teddy leaned forward and managed to collect a second piece of pizza, left handed, then leaned back -- and his right hand slid three inches under Mary's skirt. It wasn't the slickest effort Mary had ever seen, but it telegraphed Teddy's intentions pretty clearly. Mary grinned into her bite of pizza and slid forward, spreading her legs -- ostensibly to collect her Diet Coke -- and Teddy found his hand deep in enemy territory, a warm, damp, slightly furry place... In a moment, Mary settled back, slouching against the couch backrest without moving her hips or legs, and things got even damper as the rotation of her torso exposed her pudenda.

Despite the content, which wasn't bad and was much more realistic than most pornographic fare, both of them stopped doing anything more than pretending to watch the goings-on in the video. The fact that Nerdy Guy had both hands in his girlfriend's hair, driving his cock down her willing throat was lost on them both. Teddy was slowly sliding his pinky between Mary's inner lips, feeling for her clit, and Mary was tracking his progress, millimeter by millimeter. Mary was thrilled to death; Teddy was showing uncommon valor, for Teddy. Certainly, he COULD have just gone digging with his middle finger, and she'd have spread and let him in -- but that wouldn't have been Teddy. No, best not to rush it; let him cover ground at the rate that was comfortable for him, so he didn't get spooked. In a moment, he grazed her clitoris, anyway, and she sucked in a quiet gasp, but did nothing; Teddy froze for a full minute before essaying another contact, but he resumed his efforts when nothing untoward happened. Soon, he was skinning the hood of her clitoris with his pinky, something she let him do three or four times without visible reaction before she let go a bubbling sigh and let her left leg drift outward until it touched his.

Once the initial trepidation at her movement was over with, Teddy recognized success and his confidence level shot up. He slowly shifted his grip until he could apply his first three fingers to her slit and picked up the tempo until his middle finger was sweeping around the base of her nub in circles while he eyed her sidelong for a reaction.

He got it. Mary, still pretending to watch the video, began to slowly undulate on the couch, and moaned softly. After a minute or so, her breathing had obviously quickened, and she was starting to pink up. That's when she gave him the heart attack by reaching out and burrowing her hand under his shirt to rub his back. Teddy froze, but Mary clapped her knees together while continuing to rub his back, trapping the hand, while he rode out the panic; a gently moaned "Please..." got him past the fear and he resumed his ministrations; Mary moaned softly and resumed undulating and Teddy moved on to exultation.

Mary was hamming it up a bit. Oh, sure, the fingering was good, and she'd get there, eventually -- but if she'd been concerned over maintaining her virtue, Teddy wouldn't have had a chance. Fortunately, it wasn't a concern; Mary settled back and presented her pussy for Teddy's ministrations, wondering when and how he would up the ante.

Teddy was wondering about the mechanics of it, too. The surreptitious route he'd used to get this far was fine, but he was poorly positioned for follow-up; sitting on her left with his right hand buried in her crotch wasn't a prime way to bring another hand to bear, for instance. Teddy examined and discarded several scenarios before settling upon one to try; he turned and openly regarded her. Mary glanced at him, licking her lips, and he decided it was okay to proceed, so he dropped any pretense of watching the video and turned to bring his left hand to bear, sliding it up her thigh to replace the right in her moist channel. The right moved on to the fleshy rolls of her side and back, and Teddy bored in for a kiss.

This was okay with Mary; Teddy was a good kisser. But she was getting clammy from all the excitement, something that wasn't going to improve her desirability, so she lurched up and snatched her blouse over her head, "Lemme get out of this..."

Aside from the temperature change, the exposure was problematic, she realized -- basically, she'd exposed several unappetizing rolls without providing a visible benefit -- so the sports bra followed. Okay, her tits weren't pretty, but they WERE tits, and Teddy seemed to like her nipples...

This worked; Teddy immediately leaned in and collected one, abusing it with his tongue and teeth. Mary had flattish, nursing bottle-shaped nipples that maybe weren't much to look at, but Teddy knew that they craved attention and he was happy to give it. Previous experience had shown that Mary's nipples were a powerful erogenous zone, and besides, they were fun!

Teddy's action moved Mary from largely faking it to a full start; lips and teeth on one end of the connection between her clit and her nipples, and whirling fingers on the other brought an urgency that caused her to REALLY undulate and a wash of dampness in her tunnel. Teddy shifted again, sliding a finger into her depths while taking over clitoral stimulation with a thumb; after a few moments, Mary gasped out, "More fingers -- you're BIG!" and reached into his lap, fumbling at his fly.

Teddy was finally ready for active cooperation; he didn't let her move shake him. Instead, he leaned in, switching to her right nipple, facilitating her use of two hands to fight with his fly. Mary groaned at the fresh stimulation and got frantic about getting access, succeeding mere moments before Teddy made up his mind to back off and strip out himself. The trap door of his briefs provided another obstacle, but it wasn't insurmountable; Mary went in over the waistband.

Mary's soft hand on his cock was VERY nice, but being jerked off wasn't what Teddy was angling for. Fortunately, the same was true of Mary; she leaned over, pushing him off her breast to get the angle required to absorb his glans. The huge mushroom tip of Teddy's cock, almost the diameter of a soda can, was fully extended beyond his foreskin, bluish-purple and tightly stretched. Mary had been amazed by the thing the first time she saw it. Teddy's length wasn't anything to write home about, maybe a bit over five and a half inches, but that mushroom head was half of it! Mary's first experience with it had been reminiscent of being done with a bathroom plunger; Stick had asserted that if Beulah Tyrone (who was known for having a big, sloppy pussy, to match the rest of her attributes) ever got a hold of Teddy, she'd never turn him loose! Sucking the beast was relatively easy, though; the fat glans and the sensitive area behind it's flange were the places that demanded attention, and if you could get beyond them, there wasn't that much to absorb. Mary started laving the underside of the tip, and Teddy started desperately looking for ways to continue his attack on her as a way of distracting himself enough to last more than a few seconds. "Uuhhhh! Let's do sixty-nine!"

"Okay. Ummm, here, or on the bed?" Mary glanced at the video, where the couple had moved on to doggy style, unnoticed.

Teddy wasn't interested in videos tonight, though. "Bed." The pair got up and rounded the couch headed for Mary's bed, Mary stepping out of her skirt en route and taking charge of Teddy's trouser removal on arrival while he flipped his shirt over his head. After a quickly gestured negotiation, the pair settled on the bed, Teddy on top pushing Mary's heavy thighs apart to get at her labia, while she took charge of his erection.

Unfortunately, it just didn't work; Mary was taller, and her pussy was tucked low with a certain stand-off due to the rolls at her midsection. Teddy needed several inches to be able to wrap around and get at her while she worked his erection. When this became apparent, Mary sighed and murmured, "Okay, Honey, why don't I do you first, and then you can work on me while you get it back? Besides, it'll be better if I turn around..."

Teddy rolled off, but he was still concerned. What if Mary cooled down? "Well, okay -- but I'll play with your nipples, then, to keep you happy..."

Mary, sitting up, hauled him in for a kiss. "I'll probably be well able to entertain myself with a mouthful of you! Lie down, here, and I'll get between your knees..." Teddy made the adjustment, but backed himself onto the pillows so he could lean forward comfortably and follow through with his offer to engage Mary's nipples. Mary gathered in his erection, holding the shaft with her thumb and a couple of fingers while applying her tongue to the sensitive underside of the head. Teddy, for his part, took in the view, wide-eyed; there was something about looking into Mary's eyes while she mouthed his cock that was just... incredible! The sensations were good enough, but the added feeling of -- what, mastery? -- WOW!

Mary could tell in moments that she'd made the right choice. Teddy was hair-trigger; if they'd tried to fuck with him in this condition, he'd have been squirting before he got inside her vagina! This way, they could take the edge off, and enjoy the fuck to come a lot more...

Teddy was waiting for the overload of the first contact to damp down, but it didn't. Mary wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck seriously, and things continued to climb off the scale! With her lips around the flange, Mary started wiggling her tongue along the underside, and Teddy, fully engaged, lost all possibility of control! "Gonna shoot! AAAaaahhhh!"

Mary, familiar with Terry's heavy ejaculation pattern, fondled his balls while he poured two mouthfuls into her, continuing to slide her tongue along the pulsing underside of his erection as she swallowed. When he settled down to mere pulses, she began cleaning him up, backing off and beaming, "My, that was nice!"

"It sure was!" Teddy reached down and caught her under the arms, pulling her atop him for a kiss -- which might not have been the smartest of ideas, given their relative sizes. But Mary knew better and rolled the pairing over before Teddy paid too heavily for his mistake, and they continued the kiss with him atop her, while she reflected that it was kind of nice that he had no compunction about kissing her immediately after a blowjob. This went on for a couple of minutes, Terry mauling her nipples with his fingers while delivering some pretty decent tongue action, before he announced, "Okay, my turn!" and slid backward until he was propped up between her heavy thighs.

Mary spread them, but there just wasn't enough working surface, so Teddy lifted her knees and pushed them back toward her chest, opening her up -- something he remembered from the adventures of the previous Saturday night. Once her chubby little clam was well exposed, Teddy dove in, sliding his tongue along her slot. The puffy outer lips gaped, taking the inner ones with them, and Teddy had prime access to Mary's vulva from clitoris to perineum. He dove in and went to work, and Mary gasped, reflecting that this was a whole lot braver version of Teddy than she'd ever been exposed to! Flat laps along her channel gave way to pointed attacks under her clitoral hood, then, while she thrashed from that, pointed pokes at her vaginal channel. Mary began to shade toward cherry red almost immediately, both on her neck and chest, and on her exposed pudenda.

Mary was climbing the walls, but she was intent on the next phase. "Open me up!" she panted, "Two, three fingers! So you'll fit!" Teddy obliged, sliding a finger into her channel and shifting his oral attention to Mary's clitoris. Mary was soaking wet, so he added a second finger, twisting and pushing -- and Mary went over the top! "OOOOOOOOHHHH, GAWD!" Mary bucked and thrashed, her only control the fact that she was holding onto her knees for dear life. Her channel pulsed around Teddy's fingers, noticeably dampening.

Teddy was pretty pleased with his efforts. He was swimming in the taste and smell of Mary's juices, and hard as a rock, despite his recent blowjob. So when Mary, fresh from her orgasm, reached down and grabbed his ears, moaning "Gimme!" he was more than happy to climb up on her and start rubbing the mushroom head of his cock in her slot! "Oooh, yeah! Come on! Push it!" Mary chanted as Teddy wedged himself in her opening.

Easy, it still wasn't, however. Teddy got a good start on it, but his glans was so wide that "Force it, it'll fit," wasn't the answer. Instead, he had to apply steady pressure while Mary slowly flowered open enough to handle him, something that took a good thirty seconds while both of them held their breaths. Finally, with an almost audible pop, Teddy slid through -- and instantly wedged. That was okay, though -- he was inside, and could pump, forward until his pubic bone bashed hers, then back until the ring of muscle at her opening rubbed and squeezed the flange of his glans. It wasn't exactly long-stroking, but it worked fine, since he was working the inside of her channel and bashing her clit while getting constant stimulation to some of the most sensitive surfaces on his heavy probe. Teddy braced himself on Mary's upraised knees and started plunging, making wet, squishing sounds as he redistributed Mary's lubrication with every stroke. "Oooh, Jeezus, that's good!" Mary moaned.

Teddy said nothing, merely panting through gritted teeth. He felt every fold of flesh in Mary's vagina that he could get to, because he was pressing them flat as he passed! The sensation on his sensitive glans was such that he couldn't possibly describe it -- it beat blowjobs by an order of magnitude, though! Control wasn't something he had; he was jack-hammering into Mary just as fast as he was able, battering, pounding, plunging her slot while his balls seemed to swell for the explosion to come. Mary started to shake, eyes rolling, moaning, "Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!" as she got ready for a big one, but Teddy kept somehow finding ways to pound her faster, harder, more urgently. Mary let go of her knees and started grabbing the bedclothes, thrashing, as the orgasm he was delivering mushroomed bigger and bigger, but her knees went nowhere, because the wild thing that Teddy had become held them crushed against her while his own cum grew and grew as if his furious pumping was inflating IT, too! Then the dam burst; Teddy got about two slamming strokes' notice that his orgasm was now unstoppable, and he slammed himself into Mary with incredible force. Mary took the first stroke and screamed as the pulse in her clit set her off; Teddy's second stroke, which ended with him straining to bury himself in her to the waist drove into a vagina pulsing and shuddering in orgasmic frenzy, milking and massaging as Teddy blasted away copiously, pouring the contents of his heavy balls into her, blasting heavy shots of semen against her cervix -- shots she could FEEL, shots that granted more shuddering pulses of pleasure.

Teddy collapsed across Mary, soaked in sweat, his heart hammering. Mary lowered her legs and held him, rubbing his back, purring. Little Teddy was a wild man! Who'd have thought? She played with his brown curls while he captured a nipple, gnawing it and sparking little after-image flashes of her recent incredible orgasm in Mary. Choosing between Teddy and Stick was going to be really, really HARD -- they were SO different, but they were both SO wonderful!

The door flew open, and Irma Nally hustled in. "Are you okay, Honey? That scream... raised the hair on my..." Irma ran down treated to a dead-on view of her daughter splayed on her bed, naked, with a boy atop her. She stood there, her mouth opening and closing, while she absorbed the scene.

If Teddy could have climbed under Mary, he would have. As it was, he buried his face in her neck. He hadn't shrunk enough yet to attempt to extract himself, and was tied to Mary as if they were a pair of mating dogs.

Mary roused herself. "Go 'way, Mom. You're ruining a great moment." Stunned, Irma backed out of there, her thoughts a welter. Was that the Frick boy, again? Well, at least it wasn't that young black... And if this was twice in a week, maybe Mary had a grip on him -- not that he was any major catch... Pretty amazing that he managed to bring her to orgasm -- he can't have much... To be fair, Irma's husband wasn't any giant of a man, but he WAS surprisingly energetic -- or he HAD been, once...

The incident accelerated Teddy's de-tumescence; worry over what Mary's mother thought of the whole thing brought down the size of his erection in short order, and he got antsy. Mary held him and shushed him, "Its okay, Honey. Mom will give me Hell later, maybe, but she REALLY doesn't have a leg to stand on, or she'd have duked it out right here. Just relax, and let's snuggle up." She offered her lips, and Teddy let go of the whole thing to deal with them and the hands rubbing his back and ass.

"Where you been, Boy?" Tabitha Adams was standing there, arms crossed over her somewhat droopy cleavage when Nate let himself into their small apartment. It was ten p.m.; Mama would normally be out working -- it was prime time, if you were trolling for Johns -- but here she stood...

Tabitha glared. "Place looks like shit! You ain't spendin' a lot of time here, looks like! What're you up to, an' when are the cops comin'?"

"They're not," Nate rasped, "I gotta girlfriend!"

His mother looked dubious. "Her parents know?"

"Yeh."

Tabitha eyed her son. He had that satiated look -- one she was VERY familiar with, since her 'day' job was producing it. "You're fucking her, looks like. They know THAT?"

"Yeh."

The boy wasn't telling her SOMETHING -- maybe several things. She was standing here, wasting time and money on a Wednesday night, because she'd picked up whispers that he was into something -- something that might bite back. But basically, all she could see was that he was well-fucked -- and something else, actually... "Where you been eatin'?"

"Girlfriend's mama feeds me."

"Well, ain't YOU just hit the gravy train!" Tabitha sneered. "This silly cunt on birth control? You'll be outta school, workin' somefuckingwhere to support babies before too long, at the rate you seem to be fucking up..."

"Yeh, she's on the Pill. AND we're using rubbers." Nate grimaced; he hated the fucking things.

"So, what the fuck? What ain't you tellin' me? Word on the street is you might be inta heavy shit..."

Oh, so THAT was it! "Well, she's white..."

"No fuckin' shit? Hell, that shit you talk wouldn't get you a sista! How in Hell did it get you a white bitch?"

"I got fuckin' lucky!"

"Shit, I guess! C'mon, Boy, what ain't you tellin' me?" Tabitha eyed her son. "What's this white chick's name? What's her daddy's name? She got a daddy?"

Nate went poker-faced. "It's Wilson. Nora Wilson. Her daddy's name is Armand."

Tabitha went through her mental card file. Armand Wilson... Armand... There was a name you didn't hear often -- and she'd heard it. Where? Oh. OH! SHIT! "He a rich motherfucker?"

"Yeh."

Tabitha rubbed her face. Shit! Yeah, she'd heard of Armand Wilson, a couple of times, and a couple of ways. Armand Wilson was a local, but he wasn't a local criminal; no he was regional, or national. He wasn't Mob, but the local mob didn't fuck with him. Rumblings were that he was mostly legit, but you didn't cross him... Tabitha knew a couple of girls that his people had hired -- Wilson paid well, but he demanded a lot. The girls said he didn't play; they were only used by the household staff -- but it'd be a gang bang, or at least a multiple...

The other side? Some of the higher-class shit -- the kinky chicks -- talked about Armand Wilson in hushed whispers. Evidently, he liked kinky shit -- and he broke in his own! Tabitha knew someone who knew someone who claimed that Armand Wilson had broken HER in... "Jeezus, Boy -- he know you're fuckin' his daughter?"

"Yeh," Nate grunted. "Talked to him on the phone, Sunday. He knows 'bout me an' he knows 'bout you..."

"ME!"

"Yeh."

"Shit. What'd he say to ya?"

"Said it was all cool as long as I didn't fuck Nora over," Nate replied. "That works for me... I figure he thinks it ain't gonna last. It will, though, if I gotta say in it -- Nora's..." Nate was at a loss for words.

"Magic pussy, huh?" Tabitha grinned. "At your age, ALL pussy is magic, Boy."

"Nah," Nate argued, "Not like Nora!"

Tabitha knew better than to argue -- the boy was either right, or, more likely, he'd learn he wasn't, the hard way. "Boy, if you piss off Armand Wilson, we're probly BOTH fucked! What'd he say 'bout ME?"

"He knows ya hook, an' he knows why. I didn't have to tell him." Nate folded his arms.

"So, when do I get to meet Wonderpussy?" Tabitha asked warily.

"Uhhh..." Shit. Nora's Daddy knew about Mama, but Nora didn't and her Mama didn't, either.

Tabitha grunted. Nate's discomfort spoke volumes, and stung a bit. "Oh. Your cum-sucking doper whore Mama ain't been a subject of conversation with Wonderpussy, has she? Well?"

"No. Nora knows things ain't all that great, but..." Nate stubbed his Nike on the floor.

"But little Wonderpussy's virgin ears ain't picked up what Mama does for a living, or the fact that she likes to party..." Tabitha wanted to rant about the 'ain't all that great' remark, but, well, shit, it was true; she was a piss-poor mama to the boy. "Best you tell her, I guess, before her Daddy does -- maybe that's why he ain't worried..."

Nate's eyes narrowed. Shit! Mama could be right!

Tabitha eyed her son. "Looka here! I wanta see this bitch! You bring her around! Best you tell her the truth 'bout me, an' soon, too! I don' wanna fuck up your love life, but you can't keep me under a box forever, an' if she finds out later, you won't look good, Boy!"

"Yes'm." Mama was right; Nate knew it. If she was anything, Mama was a reader of people and situations; it was miraculous how she'd managed NOT to get fucked up by any bad Johns. No, Mama knew what people would think in any given situation, and she was an EXPERT at gauging HERS!

"You SURE you're safe from Ol' Man Wilson, Boy? I can't protect either one of us from the likes of HIM!" Nate nodded. "If shit changes, you tell your Mama, so she can run -- you hear, Boy?" Nate nodded again. "Awright. I'm goin' to work. See ya in the mornin' maybe." Tabitha hitched at her skirt, sniffed, and stalked out on somewhat wasted legs. Maybe she could get a snort for a pick-me-up... Nate was already beyond her attention when she hit the door; she'd done all she could. Armand Fucking Wilson. Hey, maybe she could get a handout, bein' almost family... No, best not fuck wit' the Big Boys... Tabitha hadn't survived this long without common sense, and it kept her from fucking up -- but the thought DID stick in the back of her mind, altering her perception of how things were by continually raising that niggling awareness that a safety net just might exist that hadn't before... As a result, Tabitha was almost happy twenty minutes later, when she hit her normal chunk of turf. Funny, how that mildly more mellow outlook translated into an extra trick, and a tip... By one a.m., Tabitha could support her immediate habit, and was working on grocery and rent money.