Falling In Love With Mom Ch. 09

Rebecca woke up before he did, found herself laying down with him laying on her, with a smile she ran her hand slowly through his hair, gently rubbed his face. Danny started to stir, rubbing his face and drool on her skin.

"Mornin' sleepyhead."

"You're so soft... like a pillow."

"When you were little; sometimes laying on my stomach was a quick way to get you asleep."

"I can see why. I missed this belly," he kissed it, "soft and squishy."

He started to nuzzle and kiss her stomach and gave her navel a lick.

"You like it that much?"

"Yeah... I mean... Jenn had a nice stomach, but it wasn't this, wasn't soft, just smooth and flat. I love yours, yours is better, mom."

"It was where you came from- I'd let you back in, but it's condemned."

"Damn. I probably still have rock posters hung up in there," he kissed it.

"Lost in the fires, I'm afraid... all that Mexican food."

He couldn't hold back the laughter, "stop... I'm trying to love your belly."

She started laughing, her stomach jumped under him, he gave her a gentle bite. Next thing she knew he was tongue kissing her navel.

"Danny," she moaned.

"Sorry I got carried away."

"Don't let me stop you. Are you really going to keep calling me that?"

"You don't like it, should I just call you Rebecca? I want you to be my mom, not just my mother."

"You're so grown now. I mean... I like it, but it's too late, you're already raised, what could I do as your mom?"

"I want you to be my mom, you can still do things, probably. I don't just want you as my girlfriend. Plus you sometimes act like my mom, even if you are joking about it."

"I guess I do.... Guess it's still there."

"Plus it feels a bit more weird calling you Rebecca, than it does calling her Jenn."

She looked down at him, reached for a napkin, "you got a little dried drool right here," she licked and wiped it.

"See, it feels right, yeah? I still don't know what Pretty Woman is, but I'm looking at one."

"Okay... we're watching it the first chance we get."

"Okay mom," he smiled, "Oedipus... eat your heart out."

She rolled her eyes.

"You got drool all over your face too, by the way."

Once they were fully awake, she made coffee and they shared a cigarette, Danny thought of a plan.

"Mom, I want you to move in today, is that fine?"

"It's more than fine."

"Here's the plan; I'm going to have your car taken care of... you have a bank account?"

"Not in a long time."

"Then I'll set you up an account with my credit union and put some money in."

"Danny, I told you I don't want your money."

"I told you it's family money. I'm gonna be spending on you any way, so you might as well just have some. I'm going to get you work at my place to start out, if you want to. I'm going to take care of you... it's about that time for me to take care of you, as your kid, anyway."

"No it ain't! I'm probably gonna out live you."

"You old people were built different."

"Damn right."

"It's you and me now, mom," he kissed her.

Danny made a few calls, he had her car towed to a shop, got a new plate and tags, insurance. He took her to Trixie's where she told them she was quitting, then to the bar where she said goodbye to Kev.

"I think I'll actually miss this place," she looked around.

"Ain't worth missin'. Here... on tha house," Kev gave them both drinks.

"Hey now... this is where it all started," she kissed Danny."

"It's a bar... it does that."

"Kev... you ol' bastard, you'll miss me."

"Yer older'n me. I guess I will... miss ya... just a little. Just don't come back."

"I certainly will come back for a visit."

"And his riveting conversation, the chatterbox," Danny said.

"And his sunny personality," she smiled.

He rolled his eyes with a huff, "I don't wanna see you back here, Mandy."

"Mandy's dead, my names Rebecca, nice to meet you."

"This joint ain't fer ladies like you, Rebecca."

"Then we'll drink quick and be about our way, yeah?"

Kev gave them both her favorite drink, before they left, he gave her a hug. They went back to her apartment, she pulled bags from under her bed to pack clothes and things in.

"You sure you have room for me?"

"I'll make room if I don't... I don't care, you're living with me, I don't want you alone anymore."

"Maybe I should give these away, leave'm here, or throw it all away," she looked at her stripper clothes.

"Mmm... I think you should keep'em."

"Why?"

"I mean... you're sexy in them. Maybe I should just keep you at home with only those to wear."

"Funny."

"Or we can get a pole put in and you can show me your routines? Sorry mom, I just wanna see you in them... you're hot."

"Well these are going," she started stuffing them in a bag.

He chuckled at her.

"I'm not taking a whole lot. Clothes, paperwork, pictures... I don't care how sexy you think I am; I don't want most of these shoes, they kill my feet."

"Who sez you'll need shoes," he joked.

"Can't forget my birth control, before you have me barefoot, pregnant, dancing on a pole in... these."

"I don't think I'm ready for a kid yet."

"Good. I'm too old."

"Now you admit your old?"

"I admit I'm too old for that," she raised an eyebrow.

"What are you gonna do with everything else?"

"Tcch... leave it here. I got what's important to me."

"What do you wanna do when we get home?"

"Make you watch Pretty Woman."

"After that?"

"Fuck me like you want me barefoot and pregnant."

"I was kinda thinking of doing that now."

Rebecca tossed her bags and suitcases on the floor and started stripping her clothes off, Danny quickly joined and they started making out like crazy.

"I swear to god, if you put on a condom to fuck your mother," she threatened between kisses.

"Not ever again."

Rebecca backed to her nightstand by accident and landed on it, he dropped to his knees and stuck his face between her legs, enjoying that clit he missed so much.

"At least let me get to the bed," she whimpered.

He responded with resting her thighs on his shoulders and holding them in place.

"S'not like... I don't like it... just... sitting on ashtray," she moaned.

He looked up, "sorry mom."

"You're excited, can't blame ya," she fell back on the bed with spread legs, "so am I."

Back at it; she squeezed his head while he enjoyed her clit once more.

"Baby... baby," she opened her legs, "I just want you to fuck me right now," she panted.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. You can love on me all night long, but I just want that dick."

"Anything for my mom."

He repositioned his legs under hers, guided his piece inside that begging hole, deep as he could, pulled her up to him, crossed his legs. Rebecca wrapped her arms and legs around him, hands firmly on her ass, he started to bounce her. Rebecca's head rested in the crook of his neck, firm breast pressed close, how he missed her body, her smell. His breathing was heavy, hers shallow and quick, a weak yelp escaped her mouth with each breath, each impact. Danny was lifting her as fast as he could, let her weight handle the drop. He couldn't hold back and she had gotten close, their fingers dug in each other.

"Fuck," they both cried out, climaxing at the same time.

Danny moved his arms to her lower back, once they caught their breath, they shared lustful kissing. He stretched his legs out and she climbed off.

"I think that's the fountain of youth for me."

All he could do is smile, but was caught off guard when she cleaned his satisfied cock with her mouth, that was so sensitive he almost fell off the bed.

"Careful," she giggled.

With the car loaded, they set off, both singing to his music. Rebecca was surprised at how things had changed since she last lived there, reminiscing on things that she did when they passed certain spots and areas. The first thing he did was open up her an account with his credit union, then to the house where they lugged her bags to the bedroom.

"Wait... what about your lease," he asked with worry.

"I'll get out of it, don't worry. So where can I put my stuff?"

"There's a closet behind that door, make room if you need to. Are you sure your landlord'll let you out of your lease?"

"Trust me... I'll get out of it."

Rebecca opened the large walk-in to see one wall with hung clothes, a shelf lined one side with folded clothes and a scant few pairs of shoes on their side, a bench, iron and ironing board, a dresser on the back wall with a tall mirror next to it.

"Make room if you need to," he called out.

"I love this closet! Barely looks like you have any clothes!"

"It's called being organized- strange concept, I know."

"Yeah, yeah," she grabbed a bag, gave him a quick kiss.

He gave her a tour of his house.

"Your pictures and stuff, you can put it where you want."

"Thanks honey."

"Welcome home, mom," he gave her a loving kiss.

"I'm going to cook you something nice tonight, yeah? I finally get to cook for my son, I'm so excited."

Danny couldn't help but smile at how happy she was, no longer alone, they were together and he was happy too.

"There anything you want to do, mom?"

"Hmm," she thought when her stomach growled.

"Somebody's hungry," he held her stomach, then his growled.

"I'll say," she patted his.

They went to a coffee shop, Danny was a bit nervous showing any affection towards her, given how last time went down- despite how funny it was, well, before they knew the truth. They sat at a table with their coffee and a small order of doughnuts. Rebecca saw how uneasy he felt, reached out to touch his hand.

"It's not easy, is it? I often wondered how the rest of them did anything in public. I wasn't prepared for this either... I wish more people were okay with people like us."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Not really- no actually. When I was a kid, we would just hold hands, would make out with each other when we got older, but dating isn't something I did."

"Did you have a crush on anybody?"

"Lou... oh a bunch of us girls had a crush on him, he was so cute. He ended up with Julie of all girls."

"Is that a hint of jealousy," he teased.

"I mean... a little? It was a long time ago and I got mine," she squeezed his hand.

"Is that you, cutie cuz," somebody caught their attention.

They both looked up at the young lady standing there smiling.

"Tiffany, yeah? How goes it?"

"I was hoping we could have a coffee date, but I see you're into old ladies," she smirked.

"Maybe he likes women with experience," Rebecca leered.

"I mean... if that's what ya wanna call it. When her hip goes out, why don'cha come find me, yeah?"

"Tiffany... this is my mom," he looked unamused.

"Oh," she brightened up, "that's different then," she took an empty seat and scooted closer to him.

"You're bold one," Rebecca looked intrigued at the copper haired young woman.

"Your son's pretty cute and I like him."

"I know... I like him too. You wanna date him, I suppose?"

"I'd like to."

"Do you know if he's seeing anybody?"

"I... don't know."

"Right."

"Mom..."

"Honey, relax. Now Tiffany, you're interested, I get, yeah? But you seem to be missing out on things."

"Like what?"

"Have you talked to my son to see if he was single, and didn't you just call him your cousin, I mean... doesn't that make you two related," she whispered.

After giving it some thought, Tiffany realized her mistake, or so she thought, grew embarrassed.

"You're just a little too loud about it, yeah?"

"I guess you're right."

Rebecca winked at Danny.

"You remind me of my cousin Brittany, oh she was so brazen, wouldn't happen to be her daughter, would you?"

Tiffany was stunned, "umm... yeah, I am. How... wait..."

"Yeah? Did you miss how I'm his mom, his actual mom."

Danny laughed at the look on Tiffany's face, "the look on your face is too cute, Tiff."

"Does that mean you're... you're Rebecca‽"

"Pleasure to finally meet another part of the family."

"I heard about you once or twice," Tiffany calmed down and sipped her coffee.

"All bad, I bet."

"Yeah. Nobody likes talking about you, you're a shame on this family."

"I know, I regret everything I did."

"Tiff, she's different now and she just wants another chance," Danny explained.

"Please Tiff, I know I fucked up, but he's giving me a chance, I wish the rest of you would, too."

Danny grabbed Rebecca's hand and kissed it.

"I guess I'll need to get to know you better to get close to Danny here," she leaned on him.

"About that, dear," Rebecca lifted their hands.

"You two are dating?"

"Not so loud," both said.

"Sorry," she lowered her voice.

"Yeah, we are. I mean, we just got reunited a week or so ago and I can't imagine not being with her."

"That's actually kinda romantic. I guess I don't have a chance," Tiffany sighed.

"Maybe Danny might be up for a playdate, if you're a good girl. I don't mind... we're family, right?"

"We are."

"Mom, I know you would not like to share," he looked at her.

"Families family, honey, as long as it's consenting and mutual."

"You ain't gotta if you don't wanna," Tiffany added.

"She is pretty cute... I mean... one day I'll be old, feeble, ugly and you'll need a replacement," she spoke in a matter of fact tone, "of course, you'll need to fill my shoes, so to speak," she bounced her breast in her hands.

Tiffany stuck her tongue out.

"You should know by now A's only matter on report cards," she teased.

"They're not A's!"

"She is cute when she's upset," she laughed.

The three kept talking and getting to know each other, having another round of coffee and doughnuts. Tiffany was the first other member she had talked to in years, her and Danny both enjoyed talking to her. As they got ready to leave, they realized it had started raining.

"Shit," Tiffany groaned.

"What," he asked.

"It's raining. I wasn't expecting that. Can I get a ride home?"

"Sure."

The three loaded in the car and took her home, she thanked him with a hug and rushed to her front door.

"She seemed nice," Rebecca stated.

"Maybe it's a start of your redemption, conversation might work better than bribing them with me and my dick."

"I can't be a hooker anymore, so the next step is clearly being a madam," she retorted.

"Or... you could be my personal hooker, I keep you at home barefoot, naked and not pregnant? I could use you for those business meetings and stuff, good thing you kept your stripper stuff."

"You'd do that to your dear old mother," she gasped.

"When you live under my roof, it's my rules, or however you parents say it."

She huffed, puffed and threw a fake tantrum and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Keep that up and no Murder She Wrote, tonight."

"Hold on... I am not that old!"

He laughed again and pulled off.

"No Friends, then."

"What‽ Danny, no," she gasped, "don't even play like that!"

"Rules are rules."

"Fine... then no more titties."

"But mom!"

"Nope."

"Awww!"

"Awww," she mocked, "this is fun."

"It is. I'm happy you're in my life."

"I'm happy you want me in it. I don't know how well, or how much mom stuff I can do, but I'll try my best."

"Don't worry too much about it, we'll make it work, yeah?"

"Yeah, we will."

"I didn't have much planned today and it's still kinda early-ish. Your car won't be ready until tomorrow."

"You could show me your business? I'd like to know what I could be getting into."

"That's a good idea," he took a turn, "I don't want you doing menial labor or nothing, how do I look having my mom a janitor‽ I want you to be able to put your degree to use."

"I wouldn't mind earning my promotions... boss man," she rubbed his crotch.

"Miss Fullard, I need to discuss a bonus with you in my office," he smiled.

"Right away, sir, what kind of boner- errr bonus are we talking?"

"A hefty one."

They laughed at each other.

"That's if you want to work with me. If you wanna try to do your own thing, mom, you have my full support... I'll get whatever you need. Just like how dad did for Jenn."

Eventually they pulled in the parking lot of the fairly sized building.

"I've been wondering since I met you and our other family, if any ever worked here when you and dad were running it."

"Nope, not a one."

"Things have changed since you were here," he held the door open.

They walked around, it was almost foreign territory to her, there was some familiarity. So many new faces, things changed.

"At least the bathrooms were where we left them."

A few people recognized her and couldn't believe she was back, people she personally hired. Some were happy to see her. Danny listened to them talk about back in the day and a few points of history of things since she left. Some expressed their condolences despite her being gone, some thought she had came back because of Henry's death. So many memories came back to her and it was bittersweet. The last stop was his office; she was almost surprised to see many of her ex-husbands things and thought that it wasn't that long ago. Rebecca slowly looked over everything, accepting that there was no pictures of her.

"I didn't change too much. There's actually going to be a wall inserted display put in soon in memory that some of this will be in."

"I should've never left you two," her voice choked, she sat on his desk to catch herself.

Danny pulled her in a hug, rested her head on his shoulder, while she fought back tears.

"At least Jenny stepped up, I guess. I don't have the right to mourn Henry after what I did," she started to cry.

"Yes you do, mom... you have every reason to," he kissed her forehead.

"Danny, I need to give these to you," a manager walked in, "what's Rebecca crying about?"

Danny could almost hear the venom, "she's processing that my dads gone, Francine. Looking over all this stuff still here."

Francine had an annoyed look.

"Fran... you can't possibly make her feel any worse about it, what she did has been eating at her for nearly two decades, she's wanted to come back for so long."

Francine scoffed.

"Please Fran, don't be like that, she doesn't need that anymore."

"I thought we were some kinda friends- I was even at the baby shower. Then you just leave and for stupid reasons," Francine slammed the paperwork on his desk, "I know I'm not Jenny, but I thought we were friends, what the fuck‽ Henry had to make up some excuse for you, you couldn't even show up in person and face the people who partially relied on you and gave a shit! I was one of the first people to even help get this company off the fucking ground. You leave everything for some bullshit, while the rest of us kept sacrificing and poor Henry had to do your job on top of his until Jenny sacrificed what she was doing to help!"

"I'm sorry," she cried.

Francine's fist shook, "I was so pissed when I found out! Now you're just back like everything's okay‽ I could... I wanted to..."

"It's not okay, I'm not okay."

Francine growled and before Danny could stop her, she snatched Rebecca in a tight hug. Rebecca was stunned a moment, before hugging her back and clenching her shirt.

"You dumb bitch, I missed you," she said with a sigh.

"You were my friend, Fran," Rebecca whispered.

"I want her to come back and work with me here. We just started to get to know each other and I want her to have a better life than what she lived."

"If you come back, then welcome back. I needed to get that off my chest."

"I deserve it."

"Your son's a great boss just like Henry. I gotta get back to work," she let go.