Across town, Cathy Burton was in the hall listening to her parents talking about her graduation party. It was a strange conversation.
"Maybe we'll just let Cathy have some wine so she'll go to sleep early," Kent, her father, was saying. "Or, maybe a lot of wine."
"She's only eighteen, dear." Sally, her mother, was always the voice of reason, but Cathy could hear laughter in her tone. Apparently, getting her daughter drunk so she'd be sleeping early wasn't as abhorrent as she was pretending.
"Yeah, eighteen, and now I've got to think of how to keep my sister away from her," Kent said, sounding genuinely worried. "She needs a man."
"She's got . . ."
"I mean a real man. Bill is only 18, too. She was an idiot for telling him."
"She didn't really tell him," Sally said. "He's just a sneaky little spy is all. Anyway, he should be able to keep her occupied. He's got stamina."
Kent laughed then. "Yeah, you should know about his stamina."
"Cathy will probably want to ditch the party anyway, dear," Sally said. "We don't have to do anything but let her do it."
"Well, everyone will be here. You know we can't keep that group quiet for long."
Both of Cathy's parents laughed and the light under their door went out.
Cathy returned to her own bedroom perplexed. She had intended to ditch the party, but now she certainly wanted to stay. No, what she wanted to do was ditch it and then sneak back. Why did her parents want her out of the way at her own graduation?
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Tillman Mosswell had gone to the computer convention with Danny Porter because he wanted life to be normal again, but that didn't seem to be in the cards. Danny's presence only reminded him of the two of them and Danny's sister, Elaine, spying on the women gathered in the Peterson house.
He couldn't help but remember the sight of Danny's mom sucking on that pregnant chick's clit. And he remembered his mother, too, standing just beyond the doorway a moment and then turning away. She was just a flash of breasts, a fleeting glimpse of her face, but the color of her skin gave her away. She was the only black woman in the neighborhood, and the party had been all neighborhood women. Now he wondered if Danny had seen her, too. He suspected that he had. It Tillman had seen her, Danny certainly would have.
Tillman felt grateful to his friend then, grateful that he had the decency not to admit seeing her. Danny didn't seem to mind that Tillman had seen his mother, though. That bothered Tillman a bit, prompting him to ask now.
"You don't mind your mom doing that stuff?" Tillman asked in the car driving home. "And me seeing it?"
"Mind? Jeez Till, if I knew what they were doing, I would have steered clear of the house," Danny admitted. "But, we didn't and that's just the way it is."
"Your mom is hot," Tillman said.
"Yeah, she is," Danny said. "Didn't think so a couple weeks ago, but then I saw her with my old man and saw the light for sure. She's damn hot." Adding, "For an up-tight white lady."
The two of them laughed a moment, before Danny said, "My sister's hot, too, don't you think?"
"Shit yeah."
"You want to fuck my sister, don't you?"
"What?"
"Don't play it cool, man," Danny said, grinning. "You wanna fuck her, and she wants to get fucked. Seems like a good time to go buy some rubbers."
"Man, you're talking about your sister!" Tillman would never talk about his sisters like that. Not to an outsider, anyway.
"I like my sister," Danny said, easily. "I just think she'd be happier with a cock in her snatch."
Tillman laughed. "Well, that's damn considerate of you," he said.
"I'm a damn considerate guy. I won't offer you my mother, because I'm not sure my father is in on the joke."
"What joke?"
"This dyke thing going on. I really don't think she's told him."
"Man, it'll be the shits when he finds out, won't it?"
"You bet. And that's why I don't think you should fuck my mother. Stick with my sister, if you know what's good for you."
"I don't want to fuck anybody's mama," Tillman said. "Even your hot ass mom. You said you've seen your mom and dad fucking?"
"Hell yeah. I've got video." Danny laughed again, enjoying his friend's mixture of lust and discomfort. "My mom sucks cock just as good as she eats pussy."
"Shit, man, that's your mama!"
Danny was only talking like that about his mom to put Tillman at ease. He figured that his friend must have seen his mother at the party but was concealing it. Still, Tillman probably expected that Danny had seen her, too, and wouldn't know if he should speak up or not. Danny figured that if he acted like it was no big deal, Tillman wouldn't worry about it.
It wasn't really working that way. Tillman wasn't about to admit seeing his mother there, but he couldn't help but wonder what she had been doing with the other women in the living room. Had she been going down on one of them? Letting them eat her pussy? There was still too much to sort out, and he wasn't about to do it aloud. He had lied about fucking Danny's mom. He would do her in a minute. He wanted to see his cock in her mouth. See it in her pale, white ass.
"You really have video?" Tillman asked.
"Yeah. You and Elaine should watch it together sometime."
That was a suggestion Tillman could easily agree with.
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Cathy Burton laid in her bed wondering what her parents had been talking about. Something about her aunt, Doris, and her son, Bill. What had he found out about by being a sneaky spy? What did stamina have to do with it? She wished she could figure out the puzzle in her own mind, but she didn't have enough information. She could guess, of course, but she didn't like her guesses so she resolved wait until she knew more. All she could do was wait until after she had spent enough time chatting with her relatives to safely sneak away. Maybe then she would find out what the big secret was.