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Young Toms

To begin with, my husband, Ted, has a twin b*****r Fred who is married to Susan and they live near by in our small town where it is difficult to do anything without someone else knowing. With all that said, we have the usual evils in our little town, the bars where men hang out looking for women and women hang out looking for men. Of course some of the women make a living off the men. Each of us couples has a teen-age son and they were born in the same month and the same year. All four of us went to high school together and dated together and even were married in the same year, so we have a lot in common. On the day that starts this story, my b*****r-in-law, Fred was visiting my husband (his b*****r) Ted. They were on the deck drinking beer and talking and bragging about things in their life, when I overheard my husband ask his b*****r if he remembers when their dad took them to the other side of town to "become men." I sneaked closer to the door and listened as they joked back and forth about getting their first woman. One said he thought it was about time that their sons became men and maybe being that their birthdays were coming up they could give them a "Men's only party" and invite a entertainer who would see that they were taken care of. "Damn them," I was thinking. "My son is not going to get laid by some dirty filthy whore if I can help it." I continued to listen as they laid out their plot and plan to get a woman for our sons to enjoy. There would be beer to drink, ...

... sex movies to watch, and a woman to make them men. They would tell us that they needed to bond with their sons and were planning a men's only party. Us gals could have a party of the others house and spend the night. My husband volunteered our house as the party place and would see if he could locate a woman who entertained at stag parties. He would put an advertisement in the paper and see if anyone responded as he didn't want to be seen in the wrong part of town in this little town and have someone see him or worse yet get picked up for soliciting prostitution. He would use his personal cell phone so no one else would receive the call. As soon as I had a chance, I called Susan and related the conversation I had overheard and told Susan that we had to stop it. Susan said she was as concerned as I was, but knew of no way to do that. "If these guys think this is what needs to be done they will do it one way or another" Susan remarked. "Susan, we have to do something," I said. "We can't let them have sex with some filthy dirty bitch. Our sons deserve better than this. We have to think of something. You are good at finding solutions to things. Think of something?" "Don't worry, Brenda. I will come up with some wicked plot I am sure," as she sighed and hung up. A few days later, Susan called and told me to come over as she had thought up a plot that would solve our problem if I agreed. I rushed right over and we sat down and I anxiously asked what she had come up with. Susan said, ...