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Chapter 38
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 038
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: nosex
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 38
Thursday evening: the Nellis'
When Mandi and Rick arrived at the Nellis', Robert had just arrived home.
Marilyn had met Mandi the day before during the mass gowning, but this was
the first time Mandi entered the Nellis home, and the first time Robert had
laid eyes on Mandi. And 'lay them on' he did, for she was an unexpected
feast. Robert had been unable to picture Mandi, even with the help of a
photograph. Besides, Mandi had only VERY recently broken from her pattern
of baggy outerwear that displayed nothing. Tonight's midriff top and hip
huggers was enough to arouse a pleasant nostalgia in Robert for his
formative years, when such outfits had been in style the LAST time. They
also illustrated VERY clearly that 'big' and 'fat' are two different things.
Robert managed to keep his eyes in his head and say all of the proper
things, but his thought process was 'Damn! How did Ricky swing THAT!'
This wasn't lost on Mandi, who came away from the introduction with
a gentle smile, OR on Marilyn, who until recently had been blissfully
unaware of Robert's capacity to be interested in other females. Marilyn
wasn't jealous, exactly - she'd seen the glow in Mandi's eyes whenever the
subject of Rick came up - but the fact that Robert could be distracted by
another woman hit her between the eyes. She resolved to take Robert's mind
off his son's girlfriend as soon as humanly possible; she was damned if,
having discovered sex, she was going to give it up!
Robert went upstairs and changed into more casual clothing - a loose
fitting T shirt, sweat pants, and slippers - then came downstairs,
collecting a glass of wine in the kitchen before moving into the den and
occupying his recliner. As he passed through the living room, he nodded at
the couple, who had been doing some mild necking while conversing about this
and that. He shook his head unconsciously, remembering similar activity
conducted a lot more privately in order to keep his parents from having a
fit. Still, it wasn't as if Rick had his hand in the girl's top... Robert
unconsciously clenched his hand, carrying it in a manner that mimicked
squeezing a breast. Mandi caught the movement and smiled.
"What's up?" Rick asked.
"I think I got your father's attention," Mandi responded. "If a man
could REALLY undress you with his eyes, I'd be naked from the waist up, at
least!"
"So, are you scared I'll throw you to my lecherous old Pop?" Rick
grinned.
"If it seemed like a good idea, I probably wouldn't kick and scream
TOO loud - after all, anyone can see where you got you looks!"
"Well, too bad he's got nothing to trade - I'M not doing without!"
Rick laughed.
Mandi arched her brows, "Does this mean that your 'position' on
incest was just loose talk to get me into bed? Don't you have any prurient
interest in your Momma?"
"Mum? When I was 13, she was the star of dozens of my pud-whacking
fantasies - but she was unapproachable by Pop - never mind me! Of course,
there HAVE been recent changes..." Rick went on to quietly detail his
mother's recent fall from her pedestal. "...It's turning into a regular S/M
B/D thing! Mum seems to love it, and Pop - well it's like he's a different
person when they start in."
Mandi grinned, "Maybe your Pop can give you some lessons in slave
handling..."
Rick grinned back, "Watch out what you wish for... You might get it!
At this point, it's only been a few days. I don't know if this whole thing
between Mum and Pop is gonna 'take'. If it does, life could get interesting
around here!"
Marilyn popped in. "Mandi, would you like to stay to dinner? We've
got plenty... By the way, Ricky - Rick - do you know where your sister is?"
"Yeah. She's at Mandi's! Mandi's mum - you met Helen, right? She's
teaching her something or other."
"All the better reason for you to stay, Dear."
Mandi blushed, having barely been able to hold down laughter at
Rick's blasé description of the activities at Giannelli's. "Thanks, Mrs.
Nellis, I'll stay if it's OK. Can I call my Momma?"
"Certainly, Dear. Do you need a phone? There's one in the
kitchen..." The women moved off toward the indicated room.
Rick ambled into the den. "Hi, Pop. What d'ya think?"
"Most impressive, Son. Who'd you kill to get that?"
"I got VERY lucky. Mandi used to hide a lot and wear baggy stuff.
Evidently, she was pretty heavy when she was real young. Everybody just
figured she still was... I caught her in decent clothes and couldn't take my
eyes off her!"
"If I was 20 years younger, and your mother was nowhere in the
picture, you'd have a fight on your hands to keep her!"
Rick grinned. "I'm not worried. She DOES have something in common
with Mum, though. She's into the slave thing."
Robert sobered. "You know," he reflected, "I never thought to treat
your mother that way - but it brings out a side of her I've never seen
before. If it makes her happy, I'll crack the whip - and I recommend that
YOU do, too, if it's what Mandi wants! She might come up with the idea that
you don't value her if you don't!"
Rick blinked. "Huh! I'll think about it - you could be right!
Since she came up with it, she's obviously serious. And she's left me a
couple of openings... Thanks, Pop! I'll bear it in mind!"
His father continued to look sober. "I know that I'm going to have
to continue to push the edge of the envelope to keep Marilyn happy. Can I
count on help from you and Dina?"
"What are you asking?" Rick queried, warily.
"I think you can guess. Your mother likes being degraded and
embarrassed, apparently. We might have to exceed the norms by quite a
bit... I'm pretty certain that Dina's game for pretty much anything..."
"No shit!" Rick laughed.
"...What about you?"
Rick looked up into his father's level gaze. "I can hang."
"Good." Robert closed the subject. "Dinner will be soon, I take
it?"
"Yeah. Mum invited Mandi."
Robert nodded, and resumed paying attention to the television. Rick
wandered back into the living room, and thence to the kitchen, just in time
to witness Marilyn's announcement of "Dinner!"
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