Photographs Ch. 05

Seeing how wide her eyes grew, and thinking of the ways his father forced himself on her, he eased up, placing his palms on the wall to either side of her and trapping her with his body rather than pinning her. She could get away if she tried -- he would let her -- but he didn't think she would. And she didn't, even when he leaned in and claimed her lips again.

She wore a tormented expression when she said, "You're my son."

"I get it," he said, and kissed her more. She returned his kisses with equal passion, but neither of them touched the other in any other way. His hands remained to either side of her; her palms pressed flat against the wall. His arousal grew too painful, and he finally broke away because he wasn't sure he could stop himself from going too far and forcing himself on her if they went on any longer.

"This would be good for us, Mom. For me because I love and want you so much it hurts, and for you because you need it so very badly."

"I need..." She raised her hands to her temples. "I need to think," she said and ducked under his arm to run for her room.

Danny let her go, but there was nothing that could induce him to give up. She was very close. Maybe even tonight.