Danny leaned over and cradled me, letting me bury my face in his shoulder. I cried for a few minutes without talking, and he let me. My kind, strong son comforted his Mom, and it felt good.
I looked up at him and said, “Thanks, Danny. I feel better now.” He leaned down, and kissed me. Not on the cheek, but on the lips. Just a light kiss, but on the lips.
“I’ll drive, Mom.”
We switched places and got home about 4 p.m.
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I went straight to my bedroom and had a really good cry alone. I made sure Danny didn’t hear.
Then, I shed my clothes and checked my body at every angle, trying to refute everything Melvin had ever criticized me for. I was picking on small flaws even I knew didn’t matter. And, looking at my naked body reminded me of how Danny had seen every inch, touched every inch of me, sucked on me … it was maddening. I was making myself crazy.
I finally put on my robe.
Soon I’d have to make an early dinner so Danny could get to his game.
“I can’t fix anything,” I said to myself. “I can’t fix Melvin, I can’t fix his attitude toward me, and I can’t fix this feeling that got ignited yesterday. I should have let it happen. What was I thinking? I had my son inside me already. He was pumping deeper and deeper. My body responded, responded for the first time in years. You idiot, no wonder you’re crazy! You should have let yourself go!” I said to myself in the mirror.
Still looking at the lunatic in the mirror, I said, “If I had to do it over again, I would have let myself cum!” Those words did something to me. I stared for a long time, then walked out to the living room where Danny was watching TV.
I stood in front of him, and when he looked up I calmly said, “Danny, I need you to fuck me.”
“What?”
“I need it,” I said. I untied my robe, and shrugged it off. I stood in front of my son completely naked. “Danny, I want you to fuck me now.”
“You want to make love again? Now?”
“No, Danny I want to fuck. I want you to fuck your mother. But, yes—now.”
I took his hand and pulled him up and led him to my bedroom.
“Are you sure, Mom?” he whispered.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
He skinned out of his clothes and hugged me to him, Mom and son both naked in an embrace.
“Is this because of Dad?”
“This is because of me, and this is because of you. I missed something yesterday, and I won’t miss it today.”
“You want me to make you cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, Danny, oh yes! Can you do that for me, Baby?”
His answer was a deep kiss followed by sucking my already-stiffened nipple into his hungry mouth. “Oh my God!” I moaned and fed it hard into his face. My whole body was on fire. Only now did I realize how many times I had played this very scene from yesterday in my mind. Our lovemaking had been on a constant loop somewhere in my subconscious. Now it was all breaking free.
My hand went to his penis, which was already leaking in anticipation of what was sure to come. I jacked it back and forth, taking possession of it, knowing that I would soon sheath it in my warm body.
He led me to the bed and we hugged and kissed and he sucked on me and worked even lower. ‘Danny, what are you doing?”