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 rigidity ebbed, she was content to allow her own passion to cool without resolution. She sucked his cockhead dry and removed her hands from her breasts. 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. It's 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 actuated 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 terrycloth, 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 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 kinds of off-limits things, Mom?"
"Yes. You caught me in the very worst spot in my changeover of 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 that 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 sometime 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."
Helen's plans came to naught. Less than an hour later the telephone rang. Art was calling to say his business deal was not complete and that he'd be staying over another day.
The last few days' activities had built a need in her, a need she had planned to share with Art. But Art wasn't available. Helen tried to ignore the need building in her but it was too great. Finally swallowing her pride she went in search of Danny.
"Your father won't be home until 4:00 tomorrow afternoon. If you agree to abide by my rules we'll do whatever you want until then." She could see him mentally calculating the hours. "I'll even let you skip school tomorrow," she added.
"What if I don't agree?" he asked with a note of challenge in his voice.
"Marmion Military Academy!" she stated flatly.
"Mom! You wouldn't!" Danny protested in amazement.
"You just try me, young man!" she challenged.
"What are your rules?" he asked a little petulantly.
"Just one rule. After tomorrow you don't ever come on to me again. When, and if, I'm interested I'll come to you. Its been wonderful, Danny, but it's wrong."
"Okay. I agree," he succumbed reluctantly.
Helen gave a small sigh of relief and relaxed visibly, confident now that she was now in control again. Danny would never know how close he had come to total domination of his mother.
"When do we start?" Danny asked on a slightly brighter note.
"Right now, if you want. I'm all yours until four-o-clock Monday."
Helen woke with the scent of jism strong in her nostrils. When she moved her bottom hurt and she remembered Danny reaming her asshole.
Yesterday had been a sexual marathon. Again she had made the mistake of underestimating Danny's sexual appetite and stamina.
In the shower she cleaned herself… the shower door slid open and Danny stepped into the small steamy compartment with her. Her son, her lover, her tormentor. It was nine in the morning. She had to endure another seven hours of torment and bliss.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Helen had Art to herself that evening. Danny climaxed a restless afternoon by requesting permission to eat pizza at a place downtown and see one of the new movies, and she was quite willing to agree. Before Danny left, he brought up the subject of the donkey again.
"Don't get mad, Mom, but I was wondering."
"What?"
"Well, most people don't get around donkeys very much. Do you think dogs would be likely to do that as Smokey was?"
She hesitated. "Probably," she replied at last.