There Goes The Neighborhood

"Mom! Dad! I'm going to go ride my bike. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Evan's shout from downstairs reached his parents less than a second before the front door slams behind him, cutting off any hope of hearing a reply.

"Huh.." his dad, Chester, grunts, looking up from his computer, "Where is he running off to again? He's certainly spending a lot of time riding his bike lately. Either he's training for the Tour de France, or he's up to something else he doesn't want us to know about."

"Oh, Honey. He's just getting to know the neighborhood, and it's not like you will let him get his driver's license yet. I just hope he is making friends." Heather remarks from the bed where she is reading.

Just a couple of months ago, Chester had sold his start-up business for a comfortable sum and moved his family into their dream home in the suburbs, where his wife could run her consultancy business from home while he worked on his next start-up project.

It was no surprise really that Evan would have trouble adjusting to the new school, new neighborhood, new city, new part of the country. Still, he had been coming home from school every day for the past week just to rush back out of the house for another "bike ride."

In the midst of going over his personal list of suspicions, Chester almost misses his wife's next comment.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend."

"A girlfriend?" he repeats in surprise, "Then why wouldn't he bring her by here to meet us?"

"He's just a boy, honey. This would be his first serious girlfriend. He's either embarrassed of us or just nervous. He's probably met a nice girl, and I'm sure he will bring her by when she asks to meet us."

"Maybe." Chester agrees softly.

But the thought of his son sneaking off to visit a secret girlfriend sticks with him for the next couple of days, growing stronger and more compelling each time the front door slams. He has yet to have the "birds and the bees" conversation with Evan, and he could only imagine what sort of reckless behavior the hormone-driven teenager is getting up to, now that he is starting to discover how wonderful girls are.

Each time he brings it up though, Heather simply waves his concerns aside, possessed of an absolute, unshakable faith in the goodness of her precious baby boy, until eventually he is determined to find out for himself.

Giving Evan a thirty-minute head start, he sets off after him, driving around the neighborhood in his car until he finally spots his son's bicycle carelessly discarded on the front lawn of a house a few blocks from the school.

He circles the block once before parking a couple of blocks away and walking back. Strolling by slowly, he pauses briefly to see if he can spot anyone through the open windows.

Looking around to see if there is anyone else watching, he walks around the side of the house, trying to peek between the boards of the privacy fence.

When he finds a knothole at knee height, he gets down on all fours and peers through.

It is a broad, open backyard, and his dad brain instantly admires the amount of time and money that must have gone into the landscaping. The wide expanse of grass is a rich, uniform green, immaculately trimmed and broken only by a small tree and a sparkling blue in-ground pool surrounded by a bright, white patio.

It takes him a moment to drag his eyes away from the view of suburban paradise and spot the two figures in the water: his son, facing him with his back to the opposite edge of the pool, and the raven-haired woman he is passionately making out with.

"So, he does have a girlfriend after all," the father thinks, taking in all the details so that he can share them later with the boy's mother.

The woman's arms rest lightly on his shoulders, and her hands are together behind his neck on the pool deck. As he watches, she presses herself tight against him, pinning Evan even more firmly against the side of the pool.

After a long while, she lets him go, and he suddenly sinks deeper into the water, bobbing there dazed and blinking.

"Lucky kid," Chester chuckles to himself, amused at his young son's obvious inexperience.

The woman takes Evan's hand and leads him trailing through the water behind her to the corner of the pool and up the steps. As she climbs out of the water she reveals a beautifully tanned, athletic figure framed by a lilac purple thong bikini. After a moment staring at her bare, bubble butt flexing and bouncing with each step, he realizes that Evan is also wearing an aqua blue, thong swimsuit.

A bold choice. He wouldn't be seen wearing one himself, but if the boy's girlfriend likes him in one then that is between them.

He can only see the two of them from behind as they cross the patio to a lounge chair, and while he continues to admire the woman's full, round ass, he is a little surprised at the similarity to his son's own perky bottom.

Kid's got a booty on him. No wonder he's getting the girls.

The two draw each other into an intimate embrace again in the lounge chair, grinding their bodies together and picking right up where they had left off. Gradually, she maneuvers on top of him, pinning him once more with her lithe body.

"What a fox?" he whistles quietly to himseld, watching with rapt attention as she aggressively paws at him. Things are starting to get really hot and heavy. His cock stirs in his underwear, and he feels the front of his shorts grow tighter. What can he say? The boy clearly has good taste in women.

This time when she lets him up, he looks exactly like a fish out of water, sprawled on his back on the lounge chair and panting hard.

She nuzzles him quietly, trailing gentle nibbles and soft kisses up his neck and shoulder to whisper something in his ear that makes him close his eyes and shiver in the warm, summer sun.

They lay there for another long, blissful moment, soaking in each other's warmth and the sun's heat until the silence is broken by the rumble of a sliding door.

A tall, statuesque brunette with long, toned legs steps out onto the patio carrying fruity cocktails in either hand. She is wearing dark sunglasses, a red thong bikini of her own, and a pair of gold, strappy heels.

She crosses to the pair on the lounge chair, giving him an outstanding view of another stunning ass in motion, and hands one of the drinks to the other woman, who sits up to take it.

Evan slides out from under his companion and onto his knees in the grass at the edge of the patio as the new woman stands over him sipping her drink.

Chester watches in confusion as his son adjusts something at the woman's waist before leaning forward. He draws back and then does it again, continuing until he is repeating the motion in a smooth, easy rhythm.

For Chester it may have been a while, but surely his son his trying to eat pussy all wrong.

He shuffles around on his hands and knees, freeing his trapped cock and trying to get a better view through the knothole. While he cannot hear what they are saying, the sound of the women talking carries across to him. A throaty laugh comes through clearly.

The dark-haired woman in the lounger sets her drink down and moves around Evan, crouching behind him and caressing his butt. Her fingers slip under the fabric and trace the cloth down, pulling the thong aside. Then, with no hesitation whatsoever, she bends him forward, grabs and spreads his cheeks with both hands, and buries her face between his cheeks, only her eyes visible above the boy's plump, round bottom.

The horny teenager begins squirming and his steady, bobbing rhythm becomes choppy and irregular.

The woman standing over him sets her own drink down next to the other and places her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair. She holds his head in place and begins thrusting her hips forward into his face, quickly setting a new, faster pace.

"What is going on here?" he wonders. It is almost like he is... giving her... a blowjob?

His son remains trapped there between the two sexy ladies for several long minutes until the woman standing finally releases him and moves over to sit on the edge of the lounge chair.

The woman behind him allows Evan to reposition himself so that he continues to face the woman on the lounge chair in the red bikini. The dark-haired beauty gets up onto her knees and licks her lips suggestively. Inserting two fingers into her mouth, enthusiastically sucks them before running the hand back down between his quivering cheeks.

Is she... fingering him? This is getting kind of kinky. No wonder the boy looks so out of his depth.

Almost unconsciously Chester adjusts himself, rubbing his painfully erect cock through his shorts, but his hand lingers too long. Pretty soon, he has pulled down his waistband and is stroking his cock as he watches.

Evan arches his back and presses back against the hand at his butt, but the woman sitting in front of him reaches out a hand to cup his chin, holding him steady and forcing him to meet her smoky gaze as she murmurs inaudibly to him.

After several minutes the woman in the lilac bikini withdraws her hand and shuffling forward presses her hips into his.

The young man hangs his head and violent trembling seems to overwhelm him for a moment before the woman pulls back and then batters her hips into him again.

Chester is on the verge of standing up and rushing in to rescue his son at his sudden cry, when the brunette on the lounger spreads her legs, revealing a long, thick cock standing imposingly erect and glistening in the sun. The protective parent in him almost forgets about his son's plight in that moment, transfixed as he is by the sight of this breathtakingly beautiful female figure wielding such a formidable, male weapon between her long, tan legs.

A shemale!

He looks again at the woman repeatedly jabbing her hips hard into his son's rippling backside.

Another shemale!

Evan eagerly leans forward, his mouth open and drooling as he hungrily engulfs the shemale's long, thick cock, bobbing rapidly and turning his head from side-to-side as, without using his hands, he recoats the shaft in a fresh spit-shine.

The father is stuck there, rooted in place, paralyzed, completely unable to process the information his eyes are sending to his brain.

His teenage son is being spit-roasted outside in broad daylight by two shemales.

And that's when another realization hits him.

His son is taking almost the whole length of a big, shecock in his mouth and presumably another equally large girldick in his ass easily, with no sign of resistance or protest.

This is not his son's first time.

In fact, now that he thinks about it, Evan has clearly been racing out of the house every day for the past two weeks, not to go "ride his bike" as he has claimed, but to get fucked by these two, hot shemales.

Still mindlessly stroking his cock, the deeply taboo thought of his boy being a willing, eager slut for shemale cock sends him over the edge and his cock pulses one, two, three times, painting the bottom of the fence white with his jizz as he greedily presses his eye to the peep hole to catch more of his son's shocking debauchery.

A pair of strong hands suddenly grab him by the collar and the seat of his pants and drag him away from the fence, breaking his obsessive focus on the backyard threesome.

He tumbles into the bushes lining the side of the next-door neighbors' house and begins to pick himself up only to be knocked back down again by a loud, angry bellow.

"Fucking pervert!"

He looks up to see a muscular, blond woman in running shoes, tight, hot pink yoga pants and a white sports bra, that strains under the weight of a fabulous set of tits that threaten to spill out at any moment, standing over him. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she is sheened in sweat.

He barely has a chance to take in all these little details before he is skewered by the sheer intensity of her furious glare.

"Sorry," he starts to say, "I was just..."

She shuts him up with a sharp rebuke, "I don't want to hear it, asshole. I'm calling the cops for trespassing and public indecency."

She turns and stomps off up the back deck of her house.

He scrambles up and follows, calling after her, "No, wait, please. I can explain."

Catching up to the woman as she reaches and opens the sliding door at the back of her house, he reaches out to grab her shoulder and stop her.

She sees him coming in the reflection on the glass and, in a blur of movement, sidesteps, plants her hip against his, and twists and tugs his outstretched arm, turning his reckless pursuit into a desperate stumble that carries him into the house.

The door rumbles shut behind him, and before he can recover his balance, she is on him, powerful arms twisting his into a tight hold, using her weight and leverage to spin him around again and propel him, bent over, into the glass of the sliding door.

One hand forces his head against the glass, and filling his field of vision with an elevated, stadium view of the ongoing sex show next door.

She jerks his shorts and his boxers down around his ankles, further immobilizing him.

The sharp *crack* of her hand connecting with his fleshy, middle-aged ass startles him, but in the dizziness and confusion the pain fails to register. The second blow warms his cheeks. The third finally lances pain through his ass, and he yelps pathetically.

"Shut up, bitch." she growls as she continues spanking his bare ass until it glows a bright red.

"Filthy - fucking - peeping - tom!"

Each word is punctuated by a vicious swat. He tries to flinch away, but he cannot break free of her iron grip.

"You like that?! You like watching other people. You like watching boys suck cock and get fucked in the ass. Fucking faggot!" she screams.

He begins crying, tears streaming down his face, as her palm blisters his butt.

"Please, stop. I'll do anything. Please." he blubbers.

Grabbing him by cruelly by the hair, she yanks his head away from the glass and presses her face against his from behind, hissing in his ear, "I know you will, bitch."

She pushes his head back against the glass and grinds her hips into his, aggravating his sore bottom so that it takes him a moment to register through the pain the long, hard object pressed insistently between his cheeks. She has a cock and a big one at that.

"Is everyone on this block a shemale?" he asks himself hazily.

Abruptly, she pulls her tight yoga pants down and lets her throbbing cock spring free. It thumps down on his flabby ass, jolting him with its weight and heat. He hears her spit and feels cool liquid trickle down his crack.

He jerks and jumps as she slaps her cock against his ass several more times, chuckling darkly at his sudden panic. She lets her huge mushroom head trace down his crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. His plump booty envelopes her enormous log, and she humps him, sliding her cock up and down between his wobbly cheeks and slicking his tight entrance with her spit and precum.

The contact and friction make the constant pain of his freshly spanked ass fade until it is nothing more than a dull throb, replaced by unfamiliar, persistent pressure on his tight hole.

He hears her spit again and then the pressure increases sharply as, without any warning, she splits him open, driving herself into him in one mighty thrust. The shock, surprise, and lingering pain of the punishment inflicted by her hand allows him to just barely handle the piercing agony of the irresistible penetration.

"Ohhhh, yes!" she croons. "Soooo fucking tight! Your little, virgin asspussy is stretching so big for me."

She slowly drags her cock out of him, leaving a cavernous, empty space where she had hollowed him out. Another powerful thrust of her hips effortlessly fills him again and the suburban house echoes with the sounds of slapping flesh.

He moans long and despondently as the mixture of pain and pleasure sends a electric frisson of delight through him.

"Oooh, yeah! You like that, bitch? You like taking this big, fucking dick in your fat, fucking pussy?"

The last three words are punctuated by three hard thrusts.

Surprised to find his arms free, Chester places his palms against the glass and pushes back to meet her thrusts.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harderrrrr!"

"Yeah, that's right!" she mutters. "You're Mommy's little bitch now. Anytime I am in the mood for some pussy, you're going to bring this thick ass over here and beg me to fuck you. Got it, bitch?"

"Yes, mommmmmmmy!" he squeals as his wildly flopping, little penis shoots his second load of the day all over his own quaking thighs and the sliding glass door in front of him.

She laughs long and hard at him.

"Hahahahaha... such a fucking bitch."

Her hips relentlessly pound into him and, deliriously, he hangs his head between his extended arms.

"Ah, ah, ah! Pay attention, bitch. You came here to watch, so make sure you get a good look."

She grabs a handful of his hair and forces him to look out through the glass into the neighbors' backyard again.

Both shemales are now kneeling in the grass. Evan is lying on his back, completely naked and supported between them. The brunette has stripped off her bottoms and is holding his legs spread wide apart as she rapidly rocks her hips up into his plump boy butt. The dark-haired shemale is topless and playing with her breasts as the boy lays across her lap jerking her exposed cock while rubbing his face with and tonguing her balls.

He cums again, feeling weak as it is forced out of him.

"Oh, yes! Squeeze my dick with that tight, fucking pussy. Milk Mommy's fucking cock. Here it comes. Take it, bitch. Take it!" she growls.

With one final thrust, she buries herself up to the root, deep in his core, imprinting his body forever with the shape and feel of her massive cock and unleashing a torrent of burning white heat inside him that washes away all concept of time or place in crashing waves of pleasure that radiate throughout his entire body.

The pulsing flood of cum seems to go on forever, staining his soul, altering his very DNA with her overpowering seed. If he ever has another child, there is no question it will be a magnificent shemale bearing Mommy's likeness and Mommy's genes, born of her absolute conquest of his body.

When he finally spirals down from the cloud tops of the orgasmic high, he feels her strong arms wrapping around him again, this time supporting and holding him up on his shaking legs.

Feeling him regain some measure of control over himself again, she pulls out with an obscene *schlurp* and laughs at his quiet whimper.

"Turn around, bitch" she snarls in his ear.

Obediently, he awkwardly shuffles around with his shorts down by his ankles.

She squats down and impatiently helps him lift each of his feet in turn, pulling his shorts and boxers off and tossing them aside, leaving him in just his trainers and a t-shirt. Then she stands and lifts his left leg, pressing his shoulders back against the glass and opening his hips for her to slide back into him.

Her eyes bore into his, drinking in his submission and mesmerizing him with the predatory focus and sheer intensity of her gaze.

He stretches his arms out to either side and presses his palms against the glass at his back, steadying himself and lifting his hips to allow her to reach deeper inside him.

When her cock finally reaches that place, he closes his eyes and moans.

Warm, wet lips crash into his, stifling the moan, and his eyes fly open at this totally unexpected display of intimacy from his dominant Muscle Mommy. He is immediately captivated by her feral look of lustful possessiveness.

He realizes that she won't allow him to look away from her, won't let him close his eyes as she takes him, won't let him pretend to deny her ownership.

She loops another arm under his right leg and effortlessly picks him up off the floor in an astonishing, standing carry, continuing to drive her hips up into him while lifting and dropping him in time with her thrusts until he is bouncing on the long pole.

He wraps his arms around her neck, clinging to her, pressing his face into her shoulder to muffle his cries.

"That's my good bitch," she whispers to him. "You're taking Mommy's cock so well."

Her hips speed up to a blur and her thrusts become shorter and harder until with a roar she holds him down on her long dick and fires eight powerful jets of boiling, molten hot spunk into his willing, receptive bottom.

Now, she is panting too, her breath hot and hard on his skin between the fierce kisses she plants in a long, slow climb up his neck and behind his ear.

"Good bitch. Good bitch. Good bitch," she huffs.

As she lifts him off the glass and turns away from the sliding door, Chester gets one last look into the neighbors' backyard where he catches sight of Evan squatting over the two fully nude shemales now laying on their backs in the grass. Impossibly, the boy appears to be riding them, taking both of their cocks in his ass at the same time.

Mommy carries him through the empty house, her cock still lodged deep in his ass. He marvels at her strength, feeling intimidating bundles of muscles coiled beneath her skin. He wraps his legs around her waist, and his naughty hole clamps down on her powerful, flexing shaft as he shifts in her grip. Each time it happens, she growls low in her throat and stops to pin him up against a wall, devouring his lips while she churns his greedy ass with her dick and turns him to jello in her arms.

Carrying him into the dining room, she lays him back on a large, lustrous mahogany wood table and stands over him.

The sports bra has finally given up the battle and allowed her amazing tits to fall out, so she pulls it off over her head in one swift movement and tosses it aside, cupping a breast and watching him stare hungrily.

"Does bitch want to suck on Mommy's titties?"

"Yes, please, Mommy." he responds eagerly in a soft, little boy's voice.

"Hmmm. Mommy likes it when her little bitch asks so nicely."

She leans over him and presses a hard nipple to his mouth.

He latches on like a newborn and sucks for all he is worth, desperate to please her.

"There you go. Show Mommy how much you love her. Bitch needs his Mommy, don't you?" she coos.

Her hips start gently rocking him back and forth as she grinds into him, slowly twirling her long, hard cock around inside him and making him mewl quietly into her chest.

"Hahaha. Bitch likes the titties."

After a while, she pushes him away, depriving him of the smothering comfort of her soft, warm boobs, and stands up again.

He blinks and moans and writhes beneath her, acting for all the world like a needy infant wanting to continue nursing his Mommy's perfect breasts.

"Don't worry. Mommy isn't going to let you go. You belong to me now, bitch."

She grabs his ankles and drags him to the edge of the table, lifting his hips up and forcing his legs wide as she looks down at his winking pussy and feeds her cock back into his insatiable ass.

She puts her whole body into the fuck this time, flexing her abs, rolling her hips, bending her knees, twisting and gyrating and swaying as she plunders even more of his depths.

He gets lost in the sensations, blind to the passage of time, of anything really, anything except the incredible things happening in his butt.

A goofy, rapturous expression is plastered on his face, and his eyes are misty as he looks up adoringly at his beautiful Muscle Mommy. With a soft whine, his untouched, little penis jumps and sprays his stomach, shirt, and face with cum.

After what surely must have been many hours later, Mommy grunts and deposits more of her thick cum deep in his thoroughly used asspussy, before pulling out and briskly walking away.

Finding himself alone for a change, cum tickling down the crack of his ass, he takes a moment to collect himself and catch his breath before he makes to stand up. His legs fail to support him, and he almost falls, catching himself in an awkward crouch.

"Don't get any on my floor, bitch." she says as she returns, tossing his boxers and shorts back to him.

Suddenly anxious to be fully clothed again, he pulls them on and feels the cum pooling in his boxers.

She stops him then, saying, "Where do you think you're going? We're not done yet, bitch. You've still got some cleaning up to do."

Taking a commanding step towards him, she applies firm, unwavering pressure to his shoulders and pushes him down to his knees, waving that impressive cock in his face.

"Open up, bitch."

He has no strength left to resist her, but all the same she insists on forcing herself past his lips and into his throat, relishing in the act of dominance and laying everlasting claim to his last virgin hole.

The rich, pungent taste of her cum assaults his senses along with his own tangy funk.

"Does my dirty little bitch like the taste of her messy pussy?" she asks as he hums around her cock.

After a minute of letting him get a taste of himself on her cock, she yells at him in frustration, "What are you even doing down there? Suck it, bitch! Come on. Put some effort into it. Even a weak, little, faggot bitch like you has had to have someone suck your wimpy, little clitdick before. How can you not have a clue what to do?"

With that she seizes his head in her strong hands and proceeds to treat his mouth with no more respect or care than she did his ass, forcing him to take the full length of her constantly hard cock at a relentless pace, her heavy balls smashing into his face as she uses him like a human fleshlight.

Mercifully, this doesn't last long before she pulls out, grabbing her cock and rapidly stroking it until she blasts his face with several long, sticky ropes of pearly girljizz.

Disgusted with him, she adds a big wad of spit to the glazing on his face and tosses him aside.

"You better learn how to suck cock properly before next time, bitch. Now, get out of my house. I need to wash your nasty whore stink off of me before my kids get home."

She takes him by the arm and coldly leads him to the front door, pushing him out onto her front porch.

"And have a few more Twinkies, bitch. I want that thick booty nice and soft when it's clapping on my dick." she says as she slams the door behind him.

He stands there for several minutes, blinking dumbly in the fading, evening light before he waddles off, bowlegged, in the direction of his house.

As he walks, he is almost completely oblivious to everything around him, even forgetting his car, conscious only of his gaping ass and the semen dribbling down the inside of his leg as he desperately tries to pull himself back together again.

What is he supposed to say to his wife when she sees him like this?

What is he going to tell her about where Evan has been and what he has been doing?

He passes a UPS truck outside another house and stops to try to get his bearings, completely failing to notice the delivery driver in his boots, tight, brown short shorts, and polo shirt crouched in the open front door of the big, suburban home, vigorously bobbing his head under the raised hem of a busty housewife's bright, colorful sundress.

Eventually, his wandering takes him back to his house, and he finds himself staring at his own front door for several, long minutes with no real solution to this crazy predicament he has found himself in.

He reeks of sweat, stale cum, and ass. His face and hair are crusted with dried cum. His shirt, shorts, and even his shoes are stained with cum. He is not walking right, and he isn't convinced he will even be able to sit down.

In short, he looks like a freshly-fucked whore, and he cannot for the life of him think of a way to explain or clean himself up without his wife noticing and questioning him.

Resigned to his abject humiliation, he opens the door and limps through the foyer into the living room.

And stops dead in his tracks.

On their expensive, designer couch, Heather is facing him, barely visible through the press of skin, surrounded by five, gloriously naked shemales. The front of her dress is pulled down, letting her tits flop free, and the hem has been tucked up into the top, exposing her stomach and bare pussy. A pair of flimsy, torn panties dangle from one ankle.

She has both feet up on the couch; her legs spread wide and arms thrown back behind her, allowing her to hold on to the back of the sofa as much for leverage as support. Her ass is impaled on a thick, ebony dick, something she had categorically refused to ever let him do to her. Another cock is buried in her pussy, stretching her beyond any hope that he could be ever be enough for her again. Her head is turned away from him, and her lips are wrapped around a third cock. In each hand, she is jerking off another shiny, wet cock.

His beautiful, loving wife, Heather, is a three-hole, gangbang slut.

Looking around the rest of the room, he sees three more naked shemales, two young, slender, feminine figures are standing next to the couch watching the action and slowly stroking each other's long cocks. The last one is sitting in his favorite recliner, smoking a cigarette and holding a bottle of beer on the arm rest. Her monster cock is pointed up at the slowly turning ceiling fan, which is doing almost nothing to clear up the damp, musky fog of sweat and sex

She spots him at the same time and gets out of the recliner, dropping the cigarette into the bottle before placing it on an end table. In a moment of absurd lucidity, he notes that she didn't use a coaster. Heather always insists on coasters.

As she crosses the living room to him, her heavy cock waves back and forth, slapping ominously against her ample thighs with each confident, unhurried step. Smirking, she calls to the two shemales jacking off by the couch, "Well, well, look who is home early. Good thing we made sure dinner was kept hot and ready for him, isn't it, girls?"

His knees go weak again and he drops onto the carpet as the three towering shemales surround him, hard cocks pointed menacingly at him everywhere he looks.

"Is the entire neighborhood shemale," he asks himself, "and why is my entire family such big sluts for shemale cock?"

His pussy twitches, and he feels another damp patch forming in his boxers as a fresh coating of slimy cum slicks his hole in anticipation. Hesitantly, he reaches out to takes two of the beautiful girldicks in his hands, flinching away for a second from their burning heat. Finally, he leans forward, parting his lips and sticks out his tongue, drool already stringing his lips, to swallow the third.

And to think this all started with a wayward son's "bike rides."