Helen cleaned up after lunch. She'd sensed a current that flowed between Art and Vanessa and suggested he take Vanessa home. She knew he'd understood – and that he wouldn't hurry back. And she found herself spending more time thinking than working. The two strokes of the grandmother clock in the dining room nearly failed to register with her. She felt them rather than hearing them, and they were nothing but an echo in her mind when she realized they meant something.
"Omigod!" she exclaimed aloud to herself. Danny! He gets out of school at two! And he'll probably run all the way home! He's not going to catch me dressed this way?
She dropped the plate she was holding. Ignoring the crash it made when it shattered on the floor, she sprinted towards the master bedroom.
"I did promise about the bath," she muttered. I did promise about that. And he'll insist on watching me undress. Well, I'm not going to be wearing these! Not for him again! She whipped, off the controversial bra and panties and put on more conventional replacements. What dress? What dress? She searched through her closet, then stopped abruptly. Helen! You stupid bitch! Why not a dressing gown? What would be more natural, knowing I'm going to be taking a bath?
She stripped again and shrugged into her everyday dressing gown, wondering why she hadn't heard her son yet. She worried in spite of herself, and she'd gone to both outside doors before she recalled Danny would assume his father was there. "And he'll figure I'm not going to take a bath in front of him when Art's home," she added aloud.
As she closed the back door, she heard Danny come in through the front.
After a moment of silence, he called out. "Hey! Anyone home? Where is everybody?"
She smiled, "Here I am, Danny."
"Oh. Okay."
She went through the kitchen to the dining room and saw her son disappearing into his room. He reappeared at once.
"Had to get rid of my books," he said. "Hey, where's Dad?"
"He went out. He'll be back for supper."
"Oh. Good! Hey, Mom, any apples? I'll eat one while I'm watching you take your bath." He paused and a question showed in his expression. "You didn't take it yet, did you? You promised, Mom t "
She shook her head. "No. No, I haven't taken it yet."
Great! Bitchin', Mom! Hey, I got an idea. I'll eat that apple later. I'll take a bath with you, Mom. Won't that be something else!"
He seized her and crushed her to him, twisting her so her boobs rubbed on his chest. His hand slid through the overlap in the front of her gown and pressed between her thighs to bury itself among the folds of her pussy. She squirmed, warmth rising through her and a surge of excitement momentarily making her giddy.
"Oh, Danny!" she whispered. "Please!"
"Oh, okay." He withdrew his hand after letting one fingertip dart into her cunt for an instant. "Okay, I guess. Come on. We've got a lot of time."
They had, she realized. They had time for Danny to carry out any number of boyish games with her, and she was convinced his was an inventive imagination. She shivered and backed away. They went to the master bath, where she knelt to start the water. She used a generous portion of bubble-bath, knowing she'd be grateful for the thick suds at first. After that, she thought with a sigh, I won't care. I know it!
Instead of waiting for the tub to fill, Danny returned to his room to undress. "It's like filling a swimming pool," he muttered as he left.
When he returned, Helen felt a painful surge of desire at the sight of his youthful leanness. She was struck again by the oversized appearance of his cock and its darkness. He looked as if someone had constructed him out of spare parts, giving him a boy's body – beautifully developed, but a boy's, nonetheless – and a giant's prick. There was no mistaking his immaturity, however. He had a massive hard-on, his cock engorged and already dripping long, thin strands of his colorless fluid. Helen's mouth watered.
Danny was as eager as his hard-on made him appear. He went immediately to his mother and untied her belt, drawing back the front of her gown to expose her creamy nakedness. His eyes glittered and he licked his lips. Helen quailed before his fierce expression of hunger. She clutched his forearms, recognizing his physical tension by the iron-hard condition of his muscles. With as little attention to her resistance as if her hands were at her sides, he raised his arms and slipped the gown off her shoulders. She released his wrists and let the garment slide off her arms and tumble to the floor.
Her son breathed hard and ran his hands over her. "I thought about you all day, Mom," he said. "I kept seeing you like this and getting a hard-on." He grinned wryly. "By the end of first period my balls ached so bad I could hardly make it to the next class!"
She whispered, "Danny…" And she stopped, having nothing to say.
She quivered, standing motionless while he continued to caress her. Her flesh tingled and there was a pressure in her lungs she couldn't ease. She knew nothing would help the dryness in her mouth, but she kept trying to generate saliva. Time seemed to her to have frozen, and she had a weird presentiment that she would stand before her son through eternity, his hands stroking her and his eyes devouring her.
"Isn't that tub full enough yet?" he asked.
She tore her gaze from his face and looked down. "Yes! If we're both going to get in there, it'll run over if it's any fuller!"
He stopped and turned the valves, then helped her as she stepped down into the water. She sank gratefully into the foam, thankful as she'd expected for the temporary respite from Danny's attention. He followed her in and luxuriated in the hot, foamy water.
"Wow! This is all right! A guy could get to like this!" he exclaimed. "Maybe chicks have the right idea!"
She smiled. "It's a women's secret – the way we unwind."
He grinned. "Be as good a place to wind up as to unwind," he remarked. "Let's try it." He pulled her around, her back against his belly, and forced her legs apart. To keep them spread to his liking, he raised his knees and planted his feet between her thighs. She raised her own knees to ease the strain and gasped when he grabbed her pussy. He wasted little time finding her clitoris. He rubbed it gently, the soapy water making his fingertips slide easily on its sensitive surfaces, and Helen gulped with sudden lust. Her cunt felt as if it would look like a fish's mouth at feeding time, snapping greedily at nothing.
She grunted and thrust her hands between her back and her son's belly to seize his cock. He forced the fingers of one hand into her cunt and pulled her forward, tilting her and forcing her box even farther open.
"Danny! Danny!" She writhed against him.
Her clitoris felt raw before he abandoned his massage and she was certain he'd sensed how close she had come to orgasm. He kept one hand at her pussy, still thrust deeply into it, and slid the other under her to squeeze her butt. His fingers probed towards her bung, and she raised herself involuntarily for the penetration she knew would come. She felt one finger force its way into her asshole, then gasped and cried out as another joined it. The dual insertion, with his hands filling both her cunt and her bung, destroyed the last vestiges of her self-control. She jerked her legs around his and thrust her ass about wildly. Her arms shook with the force of her grip on her son's cock, and she used the rock-hard prick as a lever for her thrashing. Her boobs surged in and out of the water, splashing great gobs of foam up and onto the surrounding floor.
Demigod! Omigod! Danny, I'm already coming!Aghhh!"
"You've got a long ways to go, Mom." Danny's voice sounded strained. "My cock's got a fierce load, and you're going to be all over it!"
She groaned, the rigidity of her climax reaction fading, and lay back panting. "Oh, my! Oh, my, Danny! I couldn't help it!"
"It doesn't matter. You can come over and over." He captured her clitoris under his thumb without evacuating either her ass or her pussy.
She shrieked. "NO! lease, Danny! It's too tender right now! Ohhh, please!"
He ignored her pleading and new streaks of intolerable excitement stabbed her. She struggled to stop him, but his legs held hers helplessly apart and she found his elbows had her arms trapped.
"Damn you, Danny! You just don't care if it hurts, do you?"
"Aw, you're just saying that, Mom. It really feels good, only you want to wait in between times."
"No! No, I tell you! It hurts!"
"Pain and excitement are all the same… no, pain and pleasure. One of the guys said he read that in a book."
The cocky little bastard! she thought of Danny. This time he happens to be right. It's really just too much pleasure to take. But that pleasure-pain bit could get to be dangerous! She gave up analysis; pleasure had overcome reluctance and she was flailing about on his hands again.
She reached such a high pitch that she only vaguely knew when he pulled out his fingers. She was conscious only of the fact she was terribly full and deliriously happy at one point, then empty and yearning at another. He lifted her and set her on his cock, the head lodged at her asshole, restraining her and letting her own weight force her reluctant sphincter over the great bulb and drive her onto the long shaft. Her ass burned furiously, lacking sufficient lubrication, and she flung herself against her son's unbreakable grip. But the agony dulled and the pleasure mounted until she forgot her anger. He lifted and dropped her repeatedly, and she knew she was sliding the full length of his cock with every stroke. She lost track of time and began to wonder dully whether she was going to come or faint.
But Danny appeared to have further plans for her in his own build-up. He lifted her higher during one of the strokes, and she writhed helplessly while the wide shoulders of his cockhead tugged against her asshole and her sphincter slowly stretched enough to give up its enormous prisoner. When he lowered her again his cock drove upward into her cunt. There was no change in the motion, except she slid faster each time she was dropped, slamming onto the base of his cock with jarring blows. And the sensations seemed more intensely sexual.
At last – and still without his having reached an orgasm – her son again peeled her off his cock. He thrust her away from him, pressing her back against one side of the tub and kneeling astride her body. "How is it, Mom?" he asked. "Good, huh!"
He grinned proudly and thrust his belly forward, grasping his cock in one hand and rubbing it across her mouth. Even in her dazed condition, her pussy twitched and her mouth watered at the sensation of the velvety cockhead on her lips. She dabbed at the thin coating of his fluid with her tongue.
"I'm something special, huh, Mom? Boy, I know some things to do!" He placed his hands in her armpits and lifted, sliding her more nearly erect. "I'm ready now, Mom. I thought this up by myself!"
He pressed against her, laying his cock in the cleft between her boobs, his thighs shoving up and in against the fullness of her globes. Raising her hands, he placed her palms on the outer slopes of her boobs and pushed until her flesh closed over the base and lower shaft of his cock. His balls rested against her solar plexus, bumping when she inhaled. His cock reared from between her tits with its head touching the point of her chin.
"See, Mom? Room service! Boobs and mouth at the same time! Okay?"
Despite the revulsion she experienced at his egotism, she throbbed from the combined stimulus of the pulsing warmth between her boobs and the heady scent of the bulb at her lower lip. "Okay, Son," she murmured. A spasm of desire seized her and she grunted. "Yes! Yes, Danny!" She lowered her face, her mouth opening widely to envelop his cockhead.
Her son pumped his hips slowly, his shaft sliding freely between the foamy surfaces of her boobs and his cockhead rubbing a path along the roof of her mouth to the arch of her throat. The tip of her tongue jabbed into his slit, exploring the quivering walls, and she sucked frantically. He pumped faster, a recurrent tremor betraying his growing agitation. Helen kneaded the sides of her tits without being conscious of the act and pushed them to present her nipples to the friction of her son's belly.
Danny bent his neck abruptly, resting his chin on his chest and gritting his teeth audibly. His cock pulsed and steaming, thick jism welled into the back of Helen's mouth. She gulped, swallowing his cum as fast as he pumped it, the sweet-sour flavor making the back of her jaw buzz. She had a moment of detached realization that she wasn't going to come and an immediate surge of satisfaction in the knowledge. Her dazed condition cleared abruptly, leaving her alert and calm.
When Danny's prick softened, she was content to allow her own passion to cool without resolution. She sucked his cockhead dry and removed her hands from her tits. Danny continued to lean against her for a time, then slid back into the water to rest.
"Whew!" He grinned wearily at his mother. "Whew! Some fuck, Mom!"
She returned his gaze coolly. "Danny, it's time we started treating that word with proper respect."
"Huh?" He stared.
"Fuck is a powerful word. It's short and pungent and earthy. Its sound sort of reaches down into a person's guts and makes them feel like what it means. It loses all that if it's used at the wrong times or with the wrong meaning. Understand?"
"I guess so." He shook his head slowly.
Helen pressed the drain lever and rose to her feet. She reached across to the towels and handed one to her son, sponging at the water that coursed down her own body.
"Hey!" Danny protested. "You said I could dry you!"
"You can. I'm just getting the worst of it so I won't make a big puddle on the floor."
"Oh." Danny toweled himself rapidly and clambered out of the tub.
Helen accepted her son's help as she stepped out and stood quietly while he fondled her through the towel. His hands aroused her, even through the thick terry-cloth, and she made no effort to resist the impulses that coursed through her. She permitted herself to squirm when she felt like it and to thrust her pussy harder against Danny's hand when he dried it, frankly parting her thighs to heighten her pleasure. But when she was dry and Danny had tossed the towel aside, she vetoed his attempt to resume his feeling-up.
"Huh? But, Mom!" Danny looked deeply puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"You're looking forward to another two hours of sex, I suppose."
"Well… Well, aren't we going to?"
"No."
"Why not? Aw, shit, Mom!"
"Danny!" she drew herself erect. "That'll be all of that kind of language."
"But gee, Mom! What's all the fuss?"
"No fuss. Just time we understood each other. Time to find out where each of us stands."
He attempted to divert her. "Rather lay," he said with a grin.
"Of course!" She smiled. "Look, Danny. You've got to learn a lot yet before you can spend all your time on sex. Maybe by then you'll know better. The point is, this thing of ours got started in a sort of misunderstanding. When you found those doors open and barged in on me, you made some remark about having had the wrong idea about privacy. Well, modesty's another word that has something to do with privacy. Privacy and modesty mean just about the same thing in this house now as they did before that day."
"The same kind of off-limits things, Mom?"
"Yes. You caught me at the very worst spot in a changeover of my ideas and… well, values. I'm not going into that with you, but things were so confused I let you assume things that weren't true. And I let you make plans that aren't going to get carried out."
"Like what plans, Mom?"
She saw an edge of fear in his expression. He knows he's about to lose something he thought he had sewed up, she thought. She felt a pang of sympathy, but her obligation was clear. "Like your idea we were going to play sex games every time the coast was clear… that you had a license to play sex games with me whenever you felt like it. It's not going to work that way. You lucked out about getting a real-life demonstration of what Mr. Duffy was talking about. You even got to try out some pretty wild ideas of your own. But that's as far as it goes. I get my sex from your father, and I like it. When it's time for you to get yours, you're on your own. I'll answer questions. I might even listen to fantasies sometimes and tell you how they affect me – or whether I think they're possible. But I'm not going to be a guinea pig for you."
"You mean, like Smokey?"
She smiled again. "Like Smokey. Incidentally, if you do find a girl who's willing to try that, she might like it better the first time if you can work it so she's on her back. She'll have less psychological blocks to overcome and more erotic contact with the animal."
Her son's eyes widened. She realized he was speculating – that he must suspect she'd continued that line of research without his knowledge. But she wasn't concerned; she expected him to harbor some residue of erotic notions about her from now on.
"The fact is, Danny, I might even let you play with me once in a while. That's not a promise, and you shouldn't count on it, but it isn't impossible that I might feel like it someday. In the meantime, you'd better get a good look at me right now, because I'm through posing for you."