Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at slash-fiction, based on the ShowTime tv series "Weeds". Usual disclaimers apply, ShowTime hasn't promoted porn or paedophilia significantly more than other networks, nothing is implied about (merely dreamt about ;-) the actors, the characters or the nature of the universe which is often at odds with my head, so if you're too young, too narrow-minded or just plain easily offended by kinky free-for-all bi-sex - Go Away!
In writing this I was motivated by a story by Crash Manning I read on Nifty (all my compliments, see http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/weeds), by the general lack of slash-fiction concerning Weeds in general and Hunter Parish in particular (bless his sweet soles), and by the speed at which these storylines spurted out of me uncalled.
It seems to me the underlying premise of the show is that Adults are just as childish as kids, except the adults are allowed to drink, drive, smoke and have sex earlier. Here's a few thoughts on what would would happen if the kids could be as grown up as the adults, instead...
[This takes place someplace back in season 1...]
Hi my name is Silas Botwin, I'm fifteen years old and I live in Agrestic, CA. I have the cutest little brother called Shane, an ex-girlfriend called Quinn, a dead-beat uncle called Andy, and a Mom called Nancy who deals drugs to our quiet little community with the help of her friends.
No Hodes Barred ================
Silas walked into Quinn's house through the back door. It was a month since she'd been shipped off to boarding school, a month less three days since her Mom told him she hadn't cared enough to even say goodbye. Fuck it, she'd been great in the sac. Now all he wanted was to get back his yellow t-shirt, and maybe say a warm hello to her Mom, Mrs. Hodes. Celia is a very attractive women, and he hadn't forgotten how she'd flashed him her breasts after she found out she had cancer...
Mrs. Hodes had come by looking for his Mom, Nancy, but she had gone out to the bakery.
They had been at his house alone.
"Do you think my breasts are pretty?"
He stood there not knowing what to say.
"You wanna touch them?"
He swallowed.
He raised his right hand slowly and started running his fingers over the creamy white orbs.
"They're fantastic", he murmured.
"Promise me you'll always use protection with that little vixen slut who is my daughter, and I could be v-e-r-y nice to you", Celia said.
"I promise," he said, "I would anyway," smiling all of a sudden, his eyes twinkling like the Carribean.
"You're a good boy, Silas"
"I try to be, Mrs. Hodes"
"Do call me Celia, " she smiled, "Do you want to put your mouth on them? I know they wouldn't be the first. You know, I had another camera in Quinn's room. I can show you the last dozen guys she fucked.
Five of them hit on me. Two of them were twins."
He leaned forward and took her dark right nipple into his mouth, swirled his toungue around it, still playing with the other nipple. She closed he eyes and sighed. Then he switched around, sending his left hand rubbing against the crotch of her dress.
"Anxious, are we? The twins were anxious," she smiled, "so anxious they would do anything..."
He raised his head and smiled back, "No ma'am. I've got lots of patience. A woman is like wine, it gets better if you savour it."
He slipped his finger past her panties and rubbed her shaven mound, then shoved it in.
She jerked a bit, then asked, "Do you want to have to go to your room?"
Silas gave a Chershire cat grin, "Mrs. Hodes, can we please go to my room? I still have the teddy bear."
Celia mock-frowned, "Yes, I think maybe we'd better. You should learn some discipline."
He took her by the hand up into his room, then lay her down where her daughter often lay and pulled down her dress. "Wow, Mrs. H, you look fabulous."
"Stand at attention boy", she growled. He stood up, his 7" cock pulling against the thin fabric of his shorts, clearly he hadn't worn underwear.
She pulled herself up, put a finger in her cunt, then raised it to his nose, "Smell it!".
Silas sniffed at the sweet-and-sour scent, "Please Mrs. H. let me lick you."
"Not yet, young man."
She tugged his belt open, then used her mouth to open the buttons down his khakis, slobbering all over his pants and his dick in the process. He tried to step out of his shorts but she stepped on them, and he nearly lost his balance but she steadied him and said, "You stay right where you are, " and took him into her mouth. He stood there, eyes closed as she went up and down his fleshy 7". One hand pulling on his pink balls, covered with light blond hair, she teased his asshole with her finger. "Oh, yeah, Mrs.
Hodes... yeah... fingerfuck me! ...Please!" he cried. She shoved three fingers up her snatch, shuddered, then pushed one in between his sweet white globes, straight through to his button, causing him to gasp.
"Not so fast, Silas", she said pulling off his cock, "Don't want to be getting ahead of ourselves." He blushed a bit.
She introduced a second finger, then a third and she stretched him, using her fingers as a three-pronged cock.
Silas pushed back against her fingers, fucking himself, his breathing coming shorter, eyes open to keep from losing himself in the sensation. She pulled back, her fingers still in him, and asked "Do you think my breasts are pretty?" He grabbed her breasts in both hands and pulled her on her knees, shoved his 7" between them and started rubbing himself between them, "I think you have the prettiest breasts in Agrestic, Mrs. Hodes."
She lowered her head, catching the tip of his cock in her mouth as it came through her breasts. She shoved two fingers in her pussy and started riding herself, so turned on by the sight of her daughter's boyfriend sliding between her breasts, so inflamed by his soft hands cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
He started to groan and she moved to his cock, wanting to drink his boy nectar, but he pushed her back and pointed to the teddy bear camera. "This is a historic document, Mrs. Hodes, smile at Teddy." He jerked himself off on her breasts, finally coming in four dramtic spurts leaving her gleaming. She leaned over and licked his cock clean, then scooped up the cum off her breasts and fed it to him, letting him suck her manicured fingers like lollypops.
"You're a good boy, Silas," she observed, suddenly cool again, "You deserve better than Quinn."
"I know Mrs. Hodes," he said, "I know," and pulled her into a hug, pressing her face to his chest and holding tight as she clung to him for a while then sent him off.