Danny objected to her dressing for supper. He showed no reluctance to putting his own clothes on, but he wanted her to remain nude.
"Honey, I'm not going to work in the kitchen naked. That's all there is to it."
"Aw, Mom! Well, at least you don't have to wear anything but pants and a bra."
"Well…" She giggled at his determination. "All right, hon. We'll compromise."
"I'll go get them for you."
"Oh, all right." She waited, relieved to be alone for a few moments. It was a shock to discover how much desire still burned in her. She realized she was eager for her son to return-that she fiercely wanted him to stare at her naked body again.
When Dan came back with her panties and a bra, he took her in his arms before giving them to her. He kissed her tenderly, then turned her so her side was against him and ran his hand lovingly over her front. She thrust out her belly and squirmed at the feel of his fingers. He caressed her tits and rubbed her belly. And when his hand slid over her pussy hair and between her thighs, she thrust her knees apart and ground her hips in circles.
"Good," she whispered. "Oh, but I like that, Son!"
He released her at last after he had her quivering and mumbling to herself. She took the wispy garments from him and laughed.
"How did you know I had these! Why, I've never had them on!"
He grinned as she held up the panties. "I was looking for the ones with the least material," he admitted. "Those were at the back of the drawer, that's all."
"They're hardly pants at all, Danny!"
"But they are, and I brought them. So that's what you wear. You promised."
"Your father ordered them out of a catalog," she said. "And he was furious when I wouldn't wear them!" She laid the bra aside and stepped into the panties. They did fit, although they were snug. But as she pulled them up her thighs, she discovered a feature she hadn't noticed before; there was a long slit in the crotch. "Oh, Christ!" she exploded.
"Now what?" asked Danny.
"Never mind!" She snugged the panties on her hips, shuddering at the effect. Even Danny appeared to be shaken, she noticed.
The panties crossed her belly so low a handful of pussy hair lay above them. The rest of the dark-red thatch protruded through the loose net. And the crotch hugged the lips of her pussy without a thread to spare. Four inches at either hip was simply a narrow strip of elastic. She instinctively placed her hand over her twat.
"What was it you said 'Oh, Christ!' about?" asked Danny. "Come on, Mom, tell me!"
"Oh, all right. There's a big, long slit in the crotch."
"Hey! You mean they're made for screwing? You can get screwed without even taking them off?"
She nodded. "Honestly!"
"Hey, let me see, Mom! Huh?"
"For heaven's sake! No!"
"Aw, please! Please?"
"After supper, I guess."
"Well, okay I guess. But I can feel." He grabbed her before she realized his intention and pinned her arms behind her. Dragging her arms back and down, he forced her to bend her knees and spread them, and he thrust a finger through the slit and into her cunt.
Helen writhed on his finger, supper forgotten. God, I'm hot! she thought. I'm ready to explode the instant he touches me! But her son released her, caressing one of her tits for a moment before stepping back.
She panted, standing motionless, then reached for the bra. "This is just as bad," she muttered. She put it on, the half-cups lifting her boobs and making the upper slopes bulge while her nipples stood in the open.
"Man, that looks great! I thought that's what that thing was!" Dan leered at her.
"You're impossible!" she exclaimed. "I raised a sex fiend!"
"Mom, let's eat quick. You were going to teach me some more, and then we took time out for Smokey. I'm awful anxious."
She glanced respectfully at his erect young cock. "You look like it. All right, we'll hurry."
She found it impossible to know what she was eating when they finally sat down. She was too keenly aware of her near nakedness and Danny's frank concentration on her puckered nipples. Her pussy twitched incessantly and she could feel the wetness that had soaked the crotch of her panties. Her son wolfed his food, clearly paying as little attention to it as she. He spoke only once during the meal.
"You know something, Mom? That sister of Vanessa's. I hate her. She's a snob. But I bet she fucks great! If I had my druthers, though, I'd like to spend a day with Vanessa like this one with you."
"Watch it, Dan. What we're doing today is fun. I like it. But it's still teaching, not a way to get you started making out with every woman you meet."
"But we're not going to stop just as soon as we've got through learning, are we? Are we, Mom?"
She laughed. "I don't know. The way I feel right now, we could keep going forever. But I think I've gone a little crazy. It's going to depend."
"On what?"
"On things that wouldn't even occur to us now."
Dan finished his food and carried his dishes to the kitchen. He came back and surveyed her plate. "You going to eat the rest of that?"
She hesitated. "No. I've had enough."
"Okay." He snatched her dishes from the table and disappeared with them. He returned while Helen was still pushing her chair back.
She rose, aware of the fact her son was hovering over her. He seized her and swung her from the floor.
"Danny! What…?"
He set her on the edge of the table and pushed her onto her back.
"Danny! Stop it! What's going on?"
He forced her knees apart and elevated them. "I'm going to look at those pants. You said I could after supper."
"Good God!" she exclaimed.
He placed her feet against his shoulders and leaned over her, pressing her knees back to her chest. He felt the crotch of her panties, pulling the slit open with his thumbs and inserting both thumbs immediately into her pussy. She gasped and her feet slid over his shoulders. He grasped her hips and held them still, thrusting his cock against her. She twisted, but with a single smooth surge, he drove his cock fully into her box, its base slamming solidly on her pussy.
"Ahhh!" she whispered. "Danny… oh, Danny… why does it make me want you so much when you do this?"
He shook his head. "Am I supposed to know?"
"Of course not! Just fuck me, baby."
"I already know about that. Is there something I don't know about?"
"A lot, I suppose. All right. Pull it out while I can still think."
As Danny pulled out and backed away, lowering her legs, he drew her panties off. She sat up and removed the bra.
"Ready," she said.
"Can we do it in my room, Mom?" he smiled uncertainly.
"Yes. I guess so."
She followed him into his room, where she paused to reminisce for a moment. The shelves Art had put up for her son's model airplanes were still loaded with the dusty little relics. Dan's baseball bats stood in one corner, neglected for the past four years, and his splintered hockey sticks leaned in another. Those were idle only because they were too worn to use, she thought. It was probably a typical boy's room, littered with the souvenirs of growing up, including yesterday's laundry scattered across the floor. Danny flung himself on his bed and stared at his mother, his gaze fixed on her cunt hair.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Okay." She approached the bed, eyeing his cock.
It lay at an angle on his belly, its underside exposed. His crotch hair was still thin, but it curled tightly and was so black it looked like a solid mat. His balls lay in the trough formed by his thighs, and the skin of his scrotum held them firmly. His cock was a dark cylinder against his coppery belly, and the head gleamed wetly, mute evidence of his readiness.
Helen felt a fierce pride in her son. She felt another emotion as she stood over him, and it drew her onto the narrow bed with him. She stretched out with her knees beside his head and rested her boobs on his belly. With one manicured fingertip, she stroked the shiny cockhead. The shaft twitched and his balls moved, pulled by the sudden tensing of the sac. She moved her finger in small circles on the bulge, feeling a tingle of excitement over the wet slipperiness. Her jaw ached and her mouth puckered.
Damn it! she thought. I watched Vanessa do it! I can do anything she can! She lowered her head and touched her lips to the wetness. She held them there for a moment, then drew back. Closing her hand around the shaft of Danny's cock, she touched her lips with her tongue. The metallic flavor made her gasp with desire, and she thrust her mouth against the cockhead again. She kissed it avidly, her tongue darting between her lips repeatedly to savor the pungent coating on it.
Danny caught her near knee and drew her thigh across his chest, exposing her pussy to his gaze. She felt fingers force her cuntlips and she undulated her hips with pleasure. But she pressed her lips harder on the firm cock. She slid her lips onto it, making a circlet of them to gird it and suck at the seeping slit. Danny's balls jerked and he drew one foot towards his butt.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Mom, that feels bitching'! Do you like to do it?"
"I want to right now, Danny." She quickly placed her mouth over the cockhead again. Opening her mouth widely, she forced it over the broad slopes and gulped the knob. Danny's shaft was too bulky to permit any but the slightest relaxation of her jaw, and she was worried that she might bite down. She sucked, swallowing occasionally to clear her throat of the slow trickle of liquid. She remembered the way Vanessa had stroked her lips up and down on Art's shaft and tried to do the same for Danny. The nose of his cock bumped the back of her throat almost at once, and she resigned herself to sucking, her tongue probing continuously at the hot flesh.
Danny's hips rose and fell and his hand twisted about in her cunt. His trembling convinced Helen that her son was unlikely to let her prolong her experiment very much. She raised her head, letting the heavy bulb free.
"Danny, honey?"
"Mmph! Yeah?"
"Did that feel good? You want me to suck some more?"
"Wow! Yeah! Would you?"
"Yes. But we're going to change positions."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Move over."
Danny moved and Helen stretched on her back.
"Now, get on your knees and straddle my head," she directed. When Danny's balls hung over her face, she spread her thighs widely. "Hands and knees," she said.
He dropped to all fours. His cock touched her throat, and she maneuvered it until she could get the head into her mouth again. She caressed his balls while she sucked on his cock, and he groaned happily.
"You're making me come," he said in a strained tone. "You mind that?"
I Wang it! she thought. That's exactly what I want! She refused to release the previous mouthful; she merely sucked harder and caressed the cock-tip with the back of her tongue.
Danny seized her hips, his hands circling them and settling under her butt. He lifted her ass and tilted her twat up, then grabbed her clitoris in his mouth. Her pleasure was intolerable. She lashed her feet and clutched at his ass. His belly quivered and he slid his knees apart, pushing down on his cock. There was a sudden spasm in his shaft and warm, thick jism flooded his mother's mouth. She gulped, frantically aware that the spurting cum was filling her faster than she could pump it to her stomach.
She dug her nails into his ass and stiffened. Her only movement was her sucking and frenzied swallowing and a slow undulation of her hips. She felt liquid escape at the corners of her mouth and groaned inwardly. All of it! she demanded silently of herself. Every drop, damn it!
Her son shuddered and his cock began to soften. She drained it of the last thread of jizz and let him lift it from her. Her own orgasm spent itself and she sagged limply.
"Mom."
"Hm?"
"Sleep in here with me tonight. Okay?"
"The bed's narrow. Why not my room?"
"Because this is my room."
She understood. "All right, Son."
Dan insisted on their sharing a shower before they slept. Helen agreed, feeling a trace of guilt at the fact it would be a first for her; she'd consistently refused to shower with Art. They stood belly-to-belly while the water soaked them and Helen felt her fatigue draining from her. Danny soaped and washed her, let her rinse under the stinging spray, and soaped her again. With lather thick on both of them, he began to rub himself against her.
Helen gasped. The sensation was utterly strange to her. The frictionless contact of their bellies and of his hands on her butt sent tingles racing over her and made her pant. She thrust herself against her son in a new rush of desire, and she caught his thigh between hers and scrubbed her pussy on him. His cock stiffened against her belly. His arms went about her waist and she clung to his neck, her boobs swishing on his chest. He lifted her, letting his cock slide between her thighs while she swung her feet up to wrap her legs around his hips. Without her quite knowing when it happened, she found herself sliding onto his shaft, his cockhead already implanted in her hole. He bounced her on his prick and thrust his finger up her bung, laughing with delight when she clamped her thighs on his waist and leaned back.
At the height of their jostling, he stepped under the spray with her and let it sluice away the soap. "Hey! This is way out, Mom!"
"Oooh, Danny! I liked it with the soap all over us!"
"Yeah! That was wild!"
"Why did you rinse it off?"
"We are making it too fast. I wanted to play for a while." He grinned. "You're more fun to play with when you're all excited, Mom."
"Danny!"
He lifted her off his dick and set her on her feet. Turning the shower off, he reached out for towels and patted the water from their bodies. He stepped out with her, then, and scrubbed her vigorously with the towel.
He's right, she decided, panting. I'll let him do anything to me while I'm excited! She spread her thighs while his fingers probed between her cuntlips. "Ohhh, baby! Oh, precious!" she crooned.
Danny picked her up and carried her to his room. He spread-eagled her on his bed, tying her and chuckling happily to himself. He produced an electric vibrator and began to play it over her boobs, rolling its base against their lower bulges until she squirmed with pleasure, then applying its tip alternately to each of her nipples. She writhed and babbled. He pulled the tip of the vibrator across her belly and slid it between her legs while wild surges of excitement slammed through her. When he laid it on her clitoris, the universe exploded for her. She arched her back to drive her ass into the mattress, then bowed the opposite way to elevate her pussy. There was no way to evade the insane stimulus. Desire welled in her cunt and flowed outward along her fibers until she was frantic with delight. The convulsive spasms of orgasm rolled over her in a succession that made the room turn black.
She heard someone screaming and only slowly realized by the sensation in her throat it was she. Her cunt flamed and her body burned with sympathetic fury. When her spasms finally began to subside, her son laid aside the vibrator and brought his hands to her crotch in its place. She slowly regained her vision and started to discern between the individual touches that kept her from sliding out of her passion.
Danny climbed between her thighs and nestled his cockhead between her cuntlips. He pressed it home, expanding her rim and sinking his shaft into her belly. His hips surged and the crazy explosion happened again. Helen twisted her head and bit her lip, her knees jerking and her boobs flopping. She moaned happily, a hazy notion growing that she could remain indefinitely in her orgasm.
But the hot welling of sperm at her core released her after a final, wild thrashing, and her son's dick began to wilt. Afterward, they clung to each other and slept. More than once during the night, Danny awakened Helen and she yielded herself to his horny demands. And in the morning, after they'd both gone into the bathroom and returned eagerly to the bed, she straddled him and lowered her cunt onto his waiting cock for an exhilarating ride. She felt as if all the desire of the previous fifteen hours were concentrated in that single flurry of lust, and her climax left her so weak she toppled from her son and lay paralyzed until he could rub life back into her.