likefatherlikeson   

Standard Disclaimer: due South and it's characters belong to Alliance. I
just use them for fun. Hopefully they will return to their world unharmed
and ready for other people to play with them. 
 

WARNINGS: PG13 (references to someone having sex) 
 

PAIRING (S): None. 
 

TEASER: The challenge is...Fraser, Sr. and Fraser's Grandmother. 
 

SPOILER: A missing scene from 'Letting Go'. 
 

This is part of the Icecat Challenge on RedSuitsYou@onelist.com. Where I,
Icecat, was challenged by fellow listers to write a Due Smut fic using
anything they wanted. You'd be surprised what can be sexualized. Lol! :) 
 
 Like Father, Like Son Icecat62 
 
 

 Bob Fraser looked down at the deathly pale figure of his son Benton. He
whispered softly to him, trying for once, not to disturb his sleep. *The
boy has enough problems as it stands without me waking him all the time.*
"Son, you've gotten yourself into quite a pickle this time. And all over a
woman. If you were going to give a woman a leg over, why didn't you pick
one that you could settle down with? Have a few grandchildren, build a
nice cabin of your own..." 

 "It's all your fault Robert!" The sharp stinging voice of his mother
pierced through Bob Fraser's ears. "I may be dead Mother, but I'm not
deaf!" She smacked him soundly across the face. "Don't get sassy with me
young man!" "Mother!" "This is all your doing!" She gestured at Benton
Fraser's still form in the hospital bed. "You were his example! You
married a woman who up and died on you." "Mother! She was shot for
Heaven's sake!" "Yes...but if she were of sturdier stock she wouldn't have
died! And that 'other' woman. You weren't even married and you were always
over there satisfying your carnal needs!" 

 "My carnal needs?" "Don't be daft! You repeatedly had sex with that
woman. And now this one's doing the same. He gets a woman, a whore mind
you, and he has sex with her for three days straight!" "Three days you
say?" Bob looked at Benton. "My son had sex with that woman for three days
straight?" Benton's grandmother gave her son Bob a dirty look. "Yes. Three
days Robert. They did it at least twelve times that I know of." "Twelve?!"
"Yes, twelve. A fine example you set for him!" She slapped Bob Fraser
across the face again. "You had better straighten him out or he'll go
straight to hell!" With that comment she walked back into the closet in
the hospital room. 

 Bob again looked down at the sleeping form of his son. Then he cast a
glance at the closet and then he looked back at his son once more. A smile
slowly spread across his face. "Damn. Twelve times Benton? In three days?"
He walked over and patted him lightly on the shoulder, the pride shining
on his face. "Way to go son! I'm proud of you. Twelve times! But the next
time...pick a woman who won't get you shot."