"On what?"
"On things that wouldn't even occur to us now."
Dan finished his food and carried the 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 that her son was hovering over her. He seized her and swung her from the floor.
"Danny! What…?"
He sat 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, 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 accouterments 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 pubic hair.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Okay." She approached the bed, eyeing his cock.
It lay at an angle on his belly, it's underside exposed. His pubic hair was still thin, but it curled tightly and was so black it looked like a solid mat. His balls lay in the though 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 breasts on his belly. With one manicured fingertip, she stroked the shiny cockhead. The shaft twitched and his balls moved, pulled by a 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 labia 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 circle of them to gird it and suck at the seeping slit. Danny's balls jerked and he drew one foot toward his butt.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Mom, that feels bitchin'! 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 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 out beside him 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 want it! she thought. That's exactly what I want! She refused to release the previous mouthful; she merely sucked harder and caressed the tip with the back of her tongue.
Danny seized her hips, his hands circling them and settling under her buttocks. 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 semen 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 that 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 buttocks 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 around 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 quite knowing how it happened, she found herself sliding onto his shaft, his cockhead already implanted in her. He bounced her on his prick and thrust his finger up her rectum, laughing with delight when she clamped her thighs on his waist and leaned back.