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DDM (12/13)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WARNING!
The following story contains detailed descriptions of sex acts between
family members (incest), and between humans and animals (bestiality).
If you are offended by such material, please stop reading now!
<< Danny Does Mom / Part 9 >>
Chapter 9
Helen cleaned up after lunch. She'd sensed a current flow between Art
and Vanessa and suggested that 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 toward 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 that 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 in to 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 a bath." He paused and a question showed in his expression. "You
didn't
take it yet, did you? You promised, Mom!"
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 breasts
rubbed on his chest. His hand slid through the overlap on 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 bubblebath, 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 he was totally naked and had a massive hard-on.
Helen felt a painful surge of desire at the sight of his youthful
leanness as
he strode into the room completely unabashed by his stiff erection. She
was
struck again by the over-sized 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 pre-cum fluid. Helen's mouth watered.
Danny was as eager as his hard-on made him appear. He went
immidiately 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 as he 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 the 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 grateful into the foam, thankful as she's
expected
for the momentary respite from Danny's attention. He followed her in and
luxuriated in the hot, foamy water. The dark purple knob of his erection
poked up just above the surface of the 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 woman's secret - the way we unwind."
He grinned. "Be as good a place to wind up as 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 even further 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 buttocks. His fingers probed toward her rectum, and she raised herself
involuntarily for the penetration she knew would come. She felt one finger
force its way into her, then gasped and cried out as another joined it.
The
dual insertion, with his hands filling both her cunt and her rectum,
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.
"Omigod! Omigod! Danny, I'm already cumming! AGHHH!"
"You've got a long way 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! Please, Danny! It's too tender right now! Ohhh,
please!"
He ignored her pleading and new streaks of intolerable excitement
stabbed her. She struggle 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 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 that she was
terribly full and deliriously happy at one point, then empty and yearning
at
another.
He lifted her up and sat her down on his cock with the head lodged at
her rectum.
"Easy the first time." she cautioned him.
He didn't force her down, only guided her hips as he withdrew support,
letting her own weight force her reluctant sphincter over the great bulb.
"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned aloud as her sphincter slowly dilated and
swallowed the fat knob of his cock.
Her ass burned furiously, lacking sufficient lubrication. Her finger
nails dug viciously into the flesh of his bare shoulders and her jaws
clenched so tight that her neck hurt as she settled slowly onto the long
shaft, silently enduring the fiery sensation of first entry.
When they were first married and still experimenting she had done
this several times with Art. After the initial pain passed she had
enjoyed it
immensely. But that had been a long time ago and Danny was much bigger
than Art.
"Oh, no! Danny, it's too much! Please, don't!" she begged. "Not so deep,
Danny! You're going to hurt me!"
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.
Then, with excellent timing, he shifted his stiff organ at the peak of
her stroke, doing it so fast and smooth that she was unaware of it having
moved until she slammed down and her butthole exploded with pain at the
sudden forceful insertion. She was moving so rapidly that her own
momentum had completed half the stroke before she could react. But even as
she slowed her downward movement Danny's hands were already on her hips,
grasping her hipbones firmly, forcing her to continue downward until the
cheeks of her buttocks rested on his thighs.
"Oh, it hurts!" she protested.
Danny held her buttocks tightly against his pelvis, the full length of
his stiff phallus sheathed in her tortured colon, and shifted beneath her,
grinding and rolling and bucking.
Another fraction of an inch in either length or breadth would have
been too much, would have ruptured her.
When he relaxed his grip on her hip bones she gave a shuddering sigh of
relief and lifted only a little before she settled carefully onto him
again
and began to ride him slowly, enduring the delicious torture of his
immense
organ stretching her colon.
When her thighs grew tired and she faltered he slipped his hands under
her buttocks and lifted her, dropping her suddenly. The full length of
his fat
rigid phallus slammed up into her asshole with an impact that made her
winch and cry out.
"Oh, Danny!" she groaned. "You're too damn big for this."
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 cum or faint.
On the next upstroke he shifted again and she came down with her ass
still burning but empty and her pussy crammed full. The sensation was so
intense that lights exploded in her brain, she quivered from head to toe
and
her cunt clenched spasmodically on her son's cockshaft. Vaguely, through
the mist of her climax she heard Danny's voice. "That's a good one, huh,
Mom?"
At last - and still without having reached an orgasm - her son 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 a rubbing it across her mouth. Even in her dazed condition, her
pussy hardened 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
breasts, 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 breasts 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 heavy 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 breasts 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 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 caling to say his business deal was not complete and that
he'd
be staying over another day.
The last few days activities hald 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 challanged.
"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
its wrong."
"Okay. I agree." he succumbed reluctantly.
Helen gave a small sigh of reliefe 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."
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