"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.