Photographs Ch. 07

"It was okay?" he asked.

"It was wonderful. I forgot my own name for a minute there. Yours, too."

She glanced down at the shaft in her hand. "I was afraid that with how tall you are, you'd be like one of those freak porn stars."

"I'm not?" he asked, and she didn't know if his disappointment was real or fake.

"You're big, but perfect."

They kissed a little more, but Danny said, "I can't wait anymore, Mom. I'm sorry, but I think if we go on like this I'll come without even going all the way fucking you."

She rolled onto her back and he climbed atop her between her spread legs. She felt a little fluttery, shaking from the inside out. She was really doing this.

He stopped, poised at her opening. For a moment she couldn't decipher the expectant look on his face, and then she realized he was waiting for permission. After the way Steve had used her against her will for so long, she was so grateful, tears sprang to her eyes. "I love you, Danny. I want this. Please."

"I love you, Mom," he said and thrust into her.

"Wait!"

It took her a second to notice his anxious expression. It dawned on her that he was still expecting her to reject him. Reject this. She placed her palm on his cheek and smiled. "You're a bit bigger than I'm used to. I need a moment to adjust."

"Oh." He blinked, and then smiled, a little smug. "Let me know when you're ready."

"Now is good."

And then he was moving in her. "Oh God, I never thought it would feel like this," he said. He was fucking a woman, and it was the most fantastic thing he ever felt. Now he knew what it really meant when they said a woman was hot. She was hot inside, and wet, and sliding in and out of her was a million times better than jacking off in the shower. And the sounds she made, little moans and gasps. He never expected that hearing her so turned on would turn him on even more. They fucked for several minutes, Danny trying to hold back, but he had been far to close to begin with.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him down to rest his weight on his elbows, and wouldn't let go. "I'm not going to take long for the second time, Danny," she said into his ear, her nails biting his skin, a pleasurable little prick without pain. He lowered his head and kissed her mouth. Christie's whole body arched up off of the bed and then he could feel her coming, her tight slick cunt gripping him even harder. Danny exploded into orgasm seconds later, his cum spurting deep inside her.

He hovered there, kissing her, and then he collapsed. Christie's grunt brought him to his senses. "Sorry," he said, and laughed with joy as he rolled to the side. She rolled with him, her long shapely body ending up atop his. Christie's deep, throaty chuckle joined his laughter. They kissed some more, laughing in between, and Danny, who had never gone soft, was soon ready again. Christie, for her part, seemed just as eager, shifting her lower body up and back against his abdomen.

"Again?" he said.

"Hmmm." She closed her eyes briefly and sighed. "I," she said before giving him a quick kiss, "have other plans. And I'm leaking cum all over the place." Her eyes sparkled. "Want a blow job in the shower?" She scampered off him and jumped down from the bed.

Danny settled his hands behind his head and smiled up at the gauzy canopy overhead. A moment later he heard the shower running, and a moment after that Christie poked her head around the bathroom doorway. Danny hurried off the bed, grabbed a giggling Christie by the waist and half-carried her into the shower stall. It was just big enough for two to enjoy themselves very much.

"You're giggling," he said. "I don't think I've ever heard that sound before."

He pushed her against the pink and rose tile and it was a while before anything else was said, and a very long time before any real washing was done. Water cascaded over them while they kissed, a new sensation for both. Showering with another person was far too personal, too intimate for Steve's sensibilities. The water and barren tile made a slippery environment that Steve could not completely control.

Christie poked and pushed at Danny's chest until he was the one leaning back against the tile, and she smoothly lowered herself to her knees amid the draining water. Her palms caressed his long, muscular legs.

"Nice legs, Danny. You are so fit and strong."

He smiled down at her and threaded his fingers through her wet hair. "You already know how sexy I think you are."

She didn't reply, but concentrated on ruffling the dark curls at the base of his cock. Her thumb gently slid over his balls, and then she followed it with her tongue. "You're just the right size. A mouthful, but I won't get tired sucking on you."

"You've sucked on big cocks?" he said, joking.

"Your father is the only man I've ever slept with," she said with a frown, "but I have been known to read a thing or two."

"And I'm much larger than he is," he said smugly.

She looked up into his face. "It really is rude to discuss his privates with you behind his back." She smiled just a little. "Now," she said and gave him a little lick along his shaft, "that is the last we'll say on the subject. I don't want to talk or think about him while I'm with you." Then she took him in and both of them were incapable of speech. Christie licked and sucked, and found a rhythm where she was able to take as much as she could deep into her mouth, grasping the base with her fist. With each stroke she swirled her tongue around his tip, pushing back the foreskin on the downward stroke.

"God, I love to suck cock," she gasped out when she came up for air.

Danny's whole body jerked. "Jeez, Mom, you can't say stuff like that when I'm trying to hold back."

His cock still in her mouth, Christie tilted her head back to look at his face, but decided to save the conversation about holding back during oral sex for another time. She decided to cheat. She gently cupped his balls with her free hand for a minute, rolling them a little in their sac, and then slid her forefinger back behind them to finger his anus.

"Ah! What? What are you doing?" His legs shook and he gripped her head tighter, thrusting a little now into her hand and mouth. Christie popped her finger into his sphincter. Danny shouted and a second later his cum filled her mouth in spurt after spurt. It tasted a little bitter and strong, but she swallowed it all.

After Danny collapsed limply against the wall, Christie sucked a little more, just because she loved the feel of something in her mouth, and then rested the side of her face against Danny's hip. He gathered his wits and grasped her upper arms gently to pull her up.

"God, Mom, that was incredible. I don't know which was better."

"Never done that, either, I take it."

"No."

She handed him a washcloth. "Wash my back? Carefully now."

They both enjoyed the new experience of being bathed by another, taking time to kiss and nibble each body part, until the cooling water made them finally leave the shower. Then they got to try toweling each other dry, which they also found thoroughly enjoyable. They were sitting at the edge of the bed, Christie still working the damp out of her long hair, when Danny's stomach growled. She laughed.

"Do you want more?" Danny asked.

"I'm so content and happy right now, if I were a drug I'd be illegal. Come on. Get dressed."

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Danny slept in Christie's bed freely that night and intended to for as long as Steve was away. He had no choice, he thought with a smile in the dark; Christie declared she would keep him there until they needed to do things like eat. She lay beside him right that minute, head on his shoulder.

The whole day left him sexually sated for the first time in his entire life, and it was a feeling he intended to share with her many more times. His mother seemed happy. Christie. He would call her Christie, he decided right then and there. Not right away, but maybe when he started at UCLA. If she hadn't already lost the college battle, he wasn't about to give in now. He would stay at home as long as she was willing to share a bed with him.

"Christie," he whispered, thinking it would save them from any mishaps in the future. Her response was a sniff. "Mom?" He raised himself up to look down at her in the dim glow of the night light. He couldn't really see her expression, but another sniff told him he hadn't imagined the first. "Mom?"

She rubbed her wet cheek against his chest. A soft little sob escaped her, and then she started to cry in earnest. Dumbfounded, Danny struggled to find something to say. If his mother ever cried, and given her life he suspected she must, she refused to do it in front of other people. In fact, he couldn't recall a time when he had ever witnessed her tears. She soon had them under control, but her breaths continued to come in shuddering gasps.

"Mom, please," he said when she quieted herself. "If this is about this being wrong, please don't tell me tonight. Please. In the morning. You can end it in the morning, but give me tonight."

She responded by wrapping her right arm around him tight as a vise and kissing his cheek. "God no, Danny. It's not that. There's no going back for me." She took a breath. "It's just... I'm thirty-four years old, married for sixteen years, and this is the first time in my life I've been held in the night by a man who loves me."

"I do love you," he said softly.

"How have I survived this long?"

"By refusing to give up hope?"

She rubbed her face against his chest. "Maybe. I think I might have over the last couple of years. Just thinking this is my life and nothing will make it any better."

"You stopped being angry."

"I never was angry. Anger implies powerlessness. I was determined, but I think even that went away."

"You have something now," he said.

"Yes, I do," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

They kissed for a while, and then he said, "You know, this is the first time for me, too, and I don't just mean sex."

"I guess Meghan didn't love you."

He kissed her fiercely. "So you see, I need you, too." He slapped his forehead. "I'm a jerk."

"What are you talking about?"

"I never asked about birth control, and we really really can't get you pregnant."

"Want to know a big big secret?" she whispered.

"What?"

"Very early in the marriage, Steve started talking about having children of his own. He demanded that I stop taking birth control. By then I had got wise, and I saw how he was with you. He didn't want children, he wanted ways to tie me to him. If we had kids I'd be tied to him forever. He got very insistent. Started to threaten to use the information he has."

"What information?"

"Not now, Danny."

"Okay," he said reluctantly. "So what did you do?"

"I went out, got a fake ID, and got an IUD. The doctor didn't want to do it, because I was so young. There's a risk it can make you infertile. I finally had to explain what was really going on, and that I already had a child. But I got it, and I've worn one ever since. Steve never guessed. He thinks he might have a low sperm count."

They both laughed at that.

"Do you want more children?" Danny asked.

She was quiet so long, he knew what the answer would be when she said, "Yes. I'm young enough to have more, but I'll never have a child with Steve."

"If you're sleeping with me, you won't be able to have one either."

"I suppose if Steve were gone, I could find other ways."

"I always wanted a brother or a sister, but I guess now that I'm grown it wouldn't be the same."

They were quiet for a time, and then they talked for a long time after that. Christie told him about what it had been like to be pregnant and then a mother in high school, with the boys thinking she must be easy and the girls calling her a slut, even though everybody knew what really happened. They talked about his college and career plans and her court cases. They talked about what they would do and where they would go if Steve disappeared from their lives. In the dark everything was just the sound of their quiet voices, Christie's perfume and the unique scent of Danny, the feel of skin against skin. They talked until Danny finally fell asleep face down on the bed, still turned toward her.

She looked at the faint outline of him in the darkness. Her son and now her lover. "What are you to me now?" she whispered. Danny was as young as she had been when she married Steve. Their stories were different, though. Christie had already been thinking about the future, making plans, and struggling to survive as a person against the overwhelming force of Steve's obsession. Danny had his problems in life, but right now everything for him was about the moment. If she asked him what he wanted out of life, he would probably answer to be a doctor and to stay with Christie forever.

But Christie knew better. Someday, he would want to build a life of his own. Feel the magic of finding a stranger and falling in love with her. A wedding, children of his own. She could give him none of those things, and although she intended to make this time together a wonderful experience for him, she knew that someday, maybe not soon but eventually, she would have to let him go.