The Tick Incident Ch. 03

"Is there...anything you'd like to see them do?" Carrie asked her daughter with a big smile.

Richard loved this. The mom was noting how unique an experience this was for Janet, and that she should take full advantage of it.

"I was watching them dive earlier - that was pretty amazing, to say the least," Carrie said, letting out a hearty laugh.

Janet now sat down on the bench, and looked at the boys' penises with a beaming smile. She was thinking what she would like to see, thinking real hard.

And then something came to her.

"Ooo, could you make them do jumping jacks so that their dicks flop up and down?" the girl asked with great enthusiasm.

Carrie burst out laughing, getting such a kick out of her daughter's candidness.

"We can do that, Mrs. Parker!" Barney belted out, and Craig added that he had no problem with it either.

Richard just savored the moment.

"Okay. But down on the patio," Carrie said with conviction. "If you jump up and down on this deck, you'll fall right through."

They immediately heeded the woman's instructions, but then broke another one of her rules. Craig and Barney both took off running towards the patio, a big no-no.

"Boys!" Carrie yelled out, with a hint of amusement in her voice.

She walked over to them, with Janet and Richard following close behind.

"No running!" she stressed again. "As much as I love seeing you flail and flop," she laughed, looking down at their penises, "if you run across this granite, eventually you're gonna fall and get hurt."

"Yes, mam," they answered in unison.

"That granite gets real slippery and you could slip and go flying. Is that understood?" she asked.

"Yes, mam," they answered again.

"Okay, very good," she told them.

Barney and Craig now stood side by side on the patio, with Janet and Carrie across from them. Richard actually stood next to Carrie for a moment, thinking this exercise didn't pertain to him.

"Get over there with them," she said harshly, teasing him with a very serious tone. "You're in on this to."

"I have to do jumping jacks too?" he asked, loving how bossy Carrie was being with him.

"Absolutely," she said. "No and's, if's, or but's....Well, maybe a few butts."

Barney and Craig took her cue and turned around, showing the two women their tight, muscular rear ends.

"Oh, very nice boys," Janet said, clapping as a sign of her approval.

Richard walked over and stood next to his two buddies, awaiting further instruction.

"How many do you want them to do?" Carrie asked her daughter.

Again, Janet got that lovely look on her young face, like she loved pondering the boys' fate.

"Umm, how about a hundred?" she asked.

The boys groaned in discomfort, and Carrie had to laugh.

"Oh, God, that's way too many," the mom chuckled. "How about 20 or 25. That should be enough for them to give us a good show."

All three boys stood side by side, in a row, reminiscent of the way they would line up in gym class. But this was far different than gym class.

Craig and Barney began jumping, and it felt so weird for their penises to be frolicking about so freely in the afternoon sun. Their erect pricks bounced up and down without constraint, much to the delight of Carrie and Janet, who heaped further encouragement upon them.

"You need to open the legs, get into a rhythm," Janet said, now doing her own jumping jacks along with them.

The young woman's covered breasts bounced around so nicely in her tank top.

"A one, and a two, and a three, and a four," Carrie giggled, laughing as she counted each jumping jack the boys did.

But, her counting was based upon how many times each of their penises bounced up and down, a sight that, at this point, had the women bent over in laughter.

Carrie and Janet loved this display because of the animated movements of the boys' dicks, but they also loved it because it further stressed that the boys were naked, and the women were not.

Richard himself was amused by the show, and finally got going on his own exercises.

As he started to do jumping jacks as well, Craig offered some advice.

"Just be careful not to hit yourself in the face with it dude," he joked, referring to Richard's huge, dangling organ.

Richard, very gingerly at first because of his shyness, got going with his jumping, and then as he felt comfortable putting on such a show in front of the two women, he did it in a much more determined manner, and a consistent smacking noise could be heard all across the patio.

After a few moments, the other two boys just stopped to watch Richard. They couldn't help it.

Richard's penis bounced up and down in such an animated fashion, slapping his stomach each time. The sound that it created went back and forth between loud smacks and thumps.

SMACK, SMACK, THUMP, SMACK, THUMP, THUMP, SMACK, SMACK.

Everyone, including Carrie and Janet especially, burst into laughter.

Once he realized he was the center of attention, Richard got out of rhythm and stopped. Everyone was cracking up.

"Richard, did you hurt your stomach?" Carrie chuckled, holding her own tummy, but in her case, it was because she now broke into unbridled laughter.

"It sounded like he was pounding a fucking drum," Janet said, imitating the sound by smacking her own taught belly with her hands.

Loving that he amused the two females so much, Richard simply gyrated his hips up and down, making his penis slap his belly repeatedly once again.

"Oh, how sweet, he's clapping for us," Carrie said, standing with her hands on her hips, captivated by the boy's bouncing organ.

Craig and Barney took Richard's cue and did the same thing, adding to the festivities.

"Oh, lovely, now it's a round of applause," Carrie further commented.

"It's like a standing ovation," Janet laughed, loving the sight - and sound - of the young men's frolicking members.

Once the women had their fun with that performance, it was time to move on to something else. The boys just stood there, seemingly waiting for further instruction.

Carrie was hoping Janet would take the lead, and give the boys a command. But after a few more moments, the mother didn't want to waste any time. And she wanted to keep the party going.

"Can you go like this," Carrie said, facing Barney, "move your hips around so that your dick swings around in a circle?"

Her requests were getting more frank in nature, and the boys loved it.

Barney, in a very hypnotic fashion, swung his semi-erect penis around just like Carrie suggested, evoking high-pitched shrieks of amusement from the two women, and laughter from his male counterparts.

"It looks like a pinwheel," Janet giggled, clapping as Barney put on a show.

Carrie joined her daughter in cheering on the young man, who seemed to have a special talent for the aforementioned exercise. Carrie's pretty brown eyes followed his dancing tool, round and round.

Both the females began to challenge young Barney, counting how many times he could swing his tool around. They were amused to no end when he actually did it 20 times in a row, a wonderful achievement.

"I think you've done this before, young man," Carrie teased him. "You seem to be really good at this."

"I have," he said, "but it's kind of cool to have an audience for once."

Carrie and Janet both chuckled heartily as they continued to watch Barney gyrate his hips, and show off his special skill for their amusement.

"It looks like a fucking helicopter blade. Chew-chew-chew-chew-chew," Janet said laughingly, imitating the sound that the flying apparatus is known for.

"Don't fly away Barney Bussett!" Carrie teased him. "The party is just beginning."

Richard looked down at his flaccid but huge dangly member, pondering whether or not to give the exercise a try. Carrie glanced over at him and sensed he was going to do just that.

"Oh God, Dick, don't you try it," she chuckled. "You'll take someone's head off!"

Everyone erupted into laughter again, as the party was gaining more and more momentum as the day wore on.

Craig then found it time to show his unique trick, and he thrust his hips forward, and began flexing his hard-on noticeably up and down. Most men can move their penis a bit, but most can't do it to the degree Craig could. His penis bounced about as if there were strings tugging on the impressive organ.

The mother and daughter both focused their attention on Craig's special brand of penis aerobics.

"Oh my Gawd," Carrie gushed. "Craig, my dear boy, you can really move that thing can't you."

"Do it again, do it again," Janet requested.

They shouted with glee as he gave into their request, making his erect prick thrust up and down once again.

Things were happening so fast. But Richard still had the presence of mind to scan the scene before him, and take it all in. He appreciated everything going on around him. It was a typically nice, peaceful afternoon in the Parker backyard, with the three boys and a young woman and her daughter having a good old time. Only the boys were completely naked. Their sex organs - usually hidden from sight - were fully on display. And the women, in sharp contrast, were fully clothed.

The scene - at first glance - seemed terribly unbalanced, since it was only the males that were exposed. Yet it was so incredibly apparent that everyone was having such a great time, and enjoyed their role. The boys liked being looked at, enjoyed having the two women gaze upon and comment on their naked bodies. The two women, in turn, couldn't have been more relaxed, and greatly enjoyed the show.

Richard loved the way this felt. He honestly could live this way the rest of his life. He looked around and felt like he had stepped into some sort of utopia, and his step mom was so skilled at making everyone feel completely at ease.

"Richard, doesn't it look like the Fishers' house needs a paint job?" she casually asked her stepson while she took a sip of ice water.

Richard turned around and noticed the fading gray paint that time had worn thin.

"Yeah it really does," he laughed.

"Good. Now I know I'm not the only one that notices it," she laughed.

Carrie's successful attempt at making normal conversation displayed how she wanted everyone to feel that this is the way it should be, that boys should have no problem with being completely naked in front of fully-clothed women. In fact, Carrie knew that not only did they not have a problem with it - she knew they were having the time of their life.

Barney and Craig, playfully battling for the two women's attention, eventually - and almost inevitably - started comparing the sizes of their respective rods.

"I think you have me beat on length, but mine is thicker, dude," Craig laughed, then smacked his hard-on against his open palm.

Even Carrie blushed a bit as she adoringly eyed Craig's girthy prick.

"I do have to say, you are both very impressive," she said with a big smile.

Barney thrust his hips forward, showing off a pretty lengthy hard-on.

"Nine inches, dude, I told you," he bragged.

Carrie and Janet looked at each other with amused smirks.

"Honey," Carrie said, speaking to Barney. "You do have a pretty long schlong. But nine inches? I don't know about that..."

Everyone began to voice their opinion on the topic, creating an uproar. It was a debate that had to be settled.

Carrie walked over to the outside of the kitchen door, grabbed a folding chair that had been leaning up against the house, then brought it over to where Barney was standing, and reclined.

She sat in front of him, eyeing his erection with utmost scrutiny while casually bouncing her right foot just inches away from his cock.

"I say seven, MAYBE eight," she said. "But nine? I think you're telling lies again Barney Bussett."

The young man thrust his erection out for her approval, and was intent on backing up his claim.

"It gets bigger," he insisted.

A few giggles and skeptical comments could be heard coming from the others.

"Barney, sweetie, that thing is engorged to the max right now," Carrie said, as she even noticed some pre come starting to accumulate on the head of Barney's penis. "There is no it's getting any bigger."

Carrie continued to focus her attention on his huge hard-on, and thought it was nothing short of magnificent. But the young woman also couldn't help but have a little fun with her stepson's close friend.

"Well if you insist that it is a nine, we can..." Carrie began, then pondered something silently.

She then had an idea.

"Janet," she said, calling to her daughter, who was busy watching Craig once again flex his hard-on up and down for the girl's amusement.

"Janet," Carrie called again, a bit louder.

The daughter finally turned her head towards her mom.

"Janet, I need you to do me a favor," Carrie said.

The daughter's eyes almost had to be pried away from Craig's bouncing manhood. She seemed reluctant to give her mom her full attention.

"Janet, stay with me, sweetie," the mom laughed. "I need you to do me a favor. I want you to run inside. Go into the basement. In the closet - "

"Which closet?" Janet interrupted.

"Janet, listen to me. Let me finish," the mom insisted. "Go down to the basement. Go into the closet where Neil keeps his tools. On the third shelf, right near the door, there should be a tape measure. I want you to bring it to me."

Janet, at first, gave her mom a puzzled look.

"What do you need a tape measure..." Janet began, then realized the answer to her own question.

"Holy shit, dude," Craig laughed. "She's gonna measure Barney's dork."

Janet burst out laughing, and so too did Richard and Craig. Barney blushed a bit, but enjoyed being the center of Carrie's much-desired attention.

Janet went into the house and headed for the basement, as Carrie was left supervising all three boys.

She gave Barney this look like 'okay, now we're gonna see once and for all if you're telling the truth.'

"Maybe he's like Pinnochio," Craig offered jokingly. "Only when Barney lies, his dork gets bigger, not his nose."

Carrie chuckled.

"Seems plausible," the woman laughed.

Barney's hard-on continued to throb in the open air, just a few feet from Carrie's face.

Suddenly, a slight breeze through the trees and onto the patio, knocking over a few cups that were sitting on the picnic table, and causing the bottom half of Carrie's peach-colored sun dress to dance lazily in the wind. Her thighs were exposed a bit, and she very slowly, kind of reluctantly, put her dress back down, as she liked giving the boys a tantalizing view of her sexy legs.

"I think we can test Craig's theory," Carrie announced. "Barney, look at me. Did Roger Staubach have dinner at your house?"

"Yes, mam," he answered, still not admitting his lie.

Carrie eyed his glistening prick, which still throbbed to its fullest potential.

"Did you...really (laugh) see a spaceship fly over Old Man Custard's Ranch all those years ago?" Carrie could barely get out.

"I did!" Barney protested even louder. "Regular plains don't fly that low!"

His argument only made everyone more amused.

"Barney Bussett, you are too much," Carrie laughed.

She composed herself and gave Barney's hardened tool another once-over. It stuck up straighter than ever, but was still the same size.

"And no, lying does not make his prick grow even longer," she laughed, looking over at Craig, who jokingly suggested the theory.

As he heard the screen door open, Barney saw Janet come back out to the patio, holding something in her right hand.

"Did you find it?" Carrie asked from her chair.

"I looked all over the frickin basement but I couldn't find it," Janet scoffed.

Her mother immediately groaned.

"Janet, I told you where it was - "

"Mom, please, I looked. It wasn't there," Janet persisted, looking over at the three naked boys.

Reluctantly, Carrie let the issue pass.

"Well then what is that you have in your hand?" the mom asked her beautiful, young daughter.

Janet held up the item with a smirk.

"It's a ruler I had in my room," Janet said. "I don't think I've used this since...God, who knows..."

"Well does it have inches marked on it?" Carrie asked.

"Um-mmm," her daughter answered.

"Well that will do," Carrie said as she reached out for the measuring instrument. "Tape measures are a little bit better to work with for this particular, um, project (laugh), but a ruler will do."

Barney looked over at Carrie, and the boy was nervous. Seemingly just to tease him a bit more and have fun with him, Carrie repeatedly smacked the ruler against her open palm, and eyed his fully erect organ.

Barney had always fantasized about having a woman measure his penis, but he never really thought it would be Carrie. The thought of her actually putting a ruler up against his erection, and critiquing his organ with the utmost scrutiny drove him completely wild.

"Well, Barney Bussett, come to me. I'm not coming to you," she said in a playfully bitchy tone.

Barney could hardly move. It felt like his feet were in wet cement. He was so overcome with arousal that he could barely maintain his calm.

He gingerly walked a few steps over to Carrie, his hardened prick standing up straighter than ever.

"Let's just see what we have here," Carrie said, crossing her legs and leaning up from her chair.

Barney looked down at Carrie's delicate fingers as they very gently grasped his organ, making sure it was fully erect.

Pre-come dripped from the head of his cock, only making Carrie more amused.

"You are really excited, aren't you Barney?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yes, mam," he could barely get out.

Everyone leaned in to see as Carrie now held the wooden ruler up against Barney's shaft, and she made sure to press the measuring tool up against his body, and run it all the way along his erection, all the way to the tip of the head.

His organ was impressive, but not as impressive as he claimed.

"Oh you are so not nine inches," she laughed.

The announcement sent everybody into hysterics, as Barney Bussett had yet again told another tall tale. This whole exercise was meant not to simply embarrass Barney, but instead it was Carrie's attempt at getting the boy to stop lying, and be proud of what he had.

She went on measuring his hard-on, even putting the ruler up against the top, the bottom, and both sides of his shaft to make sure she got the most accurate measurement.

"Just how big is it?" Janet said with a giggle.

"It's actually...seven inches," Carrie said as she finished up her hands-on research. "This little troublemaker...actually has a pretty big schlong."

Barney was put at ease by her warm affection.

"Barney Bussett. Why do you feel the need to always embellish things?" she asked of him. "I wouldn't care if your penis was one inch, two inches, whatever - 20 inches. The point is that everyone here cares for you a great deal. We are all having fun today. My goodness, just be glad with God has given you."

"Yes, mam," he answered her obediently.

As the rest of the group broke into their own private conversation, Carrie walked over to Richard, just to see how he was doing. She couldn't help but look down at his enormous boner, and she playfully put the ruler down upon it, and saw that the measuring instrument could in fact rest right on top of his shaft, without anyone having to hold it in place. The massive head of his cock nearly reached the end of the 12-inch ruler.

The gorgeous brunette, and her stepson, looked at each other and started to crack up.

"I guess I'm kind of different," he said with a big smile.

"Yes, you are, Dick," she laughed. "Different indeed. But in a good way."