Chapter 12

Joyce couldn't resist the temptation to see what Danny's bedroom looked like. The door was open and she knew she wasn't blundering into the darkroom, so she just walked in. She expected something more mannish, with dark, heavy furniture and maybe even dirty clothes strewn all over the place. It was neat and clean and light and airy, with actual living plants hanging in the windows and everything done in burgundy and cream, and it reminded her of a room that a married man let his wife decorate however she wished.

The bed was a huge, round thing, covered by a burgundy comforter, which removed all doubt about who occupied the room. She knew there were women who would own such a bed, but she'd never met one. Come to think of it, Reta was the type who would. She happened to glance up, and gasped softly. A mirror covered the entire ceiling over the bed! Then she discovered the mirror on the wall at the head of the bed. She walked to the foot of the bed, and sure enough, all of the bed was reflected clearly.

She stood where the mirror reflected her and turned around and around, watching herself. That took some getting used to, and she wondered how Danny's women friends felt when they watched themselves make love. He probably doesn't bring a woman in here unless she's the type who would get turned on watching herself.

Danny came into the room, and she watched him in the mirror at the head of the bed.

"Well, hello again," he said. "You put on clothes."

"I thought it best," she replied.

"Are you shy?"

"Yes, a little, about some things. I've never seen a room like this."

"It's my playpen," he said, simple and straightforward. She had never asked about the life he led, had never seemed interested. Beyond knowing that he was a successful free lance photographer, she knew little about him. Either she would accept him for what he was, or she wouldn't. If she accepted him, there was no problem. If she didn't, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

"Yeah, it looks like one." She looked at him in the mirror and smiled. "You came home last night, earlier than you said you would."

"A snow storm chased us off the mountain."

"Can't you take pictures in a little snow?"

"Not when your model is naked," he laughed.

"She was naked, in the snow? What kind of man are you, to let a woman stand in the snow naked? What about her feet, didn't they freeze?"

"She was wearing ski boots and skis and a scarf around her neck. She's a nude model. Mom, and nude models by definition don't wear clothes."

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"All these mirrors would take some getting used to. Why didn't you bring Hilary in here last night? Doesn't she like to watch herself?"

"We just didn't make it this far. How do you know her name?"

"I heard you call her Hilary."

"Oh, then I guess we'd been here a while before you heard us."

She looked at him in the mirror and smiled again. "If you want to know how much I saw. just come right out and ask."

"That coy little smile tells me that you saw quite a lot."

She looked at hi m in the mirror, her eyes wide and glittering with excitement. "I saw everything. I stood in the shadow of the hall and watched from beginning to end. Are you upset with me for spying on you?"

"No, we're both adults, and I don't have to explain the facts of life to you."

"It excited me," she said quietly. "I got myself off two or three times, then went to bed and used my vibrator and got myself off again. You watched me earlier, when I was lying by the pool, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Did it excite you?"

"Yes, very much."

"Did you get yourself off?"

"No."

"I'm very familiar with my fingers and vibrator, dear," she said, still speaking quietly. "They've been my main source of relief for years, since about a month after you were born. Your father suddenly developed some sort of weird hang-up after I became a mother."

"I've heard that some men do."

"Are you serious about anyone, thinking of getting married?"

"No, I'm perfectly happy living the way I do."

"Yes, I can understand that. If it weren't for you, I would wish that I'd never married."

"Single women have babies all the time," he said.

"Yes, but not me." She turned to face him. "If you could go to bed with any woman in the world right now, who would it be?"

"You," he said firmly.

She opened her eyes wide and arched both eyebrows. "You want your mother's pussy?"

He'd never heard her use bawdy language, or even curse, and her use of it now told him that she hadn't come into his bedroom by accident, or just to look around. "Yes," he said quietly, "I want it very much."

"If I give it to you, you know what that will make you, don't you?"

"I didn't know that you were a ribald woman," he laughed.

"Talking dirty turns me on. The more turned on I get, the more I like to talk dirty, and it soon becomes like a spinning wheel, one driving the other in a beautiful circle of licentiousness. The only trouble is, no one would ever let me do it as much as I wanted."

"You don't need anybody's permission, darling. It might turn some people off, but I like it."

"Then say it, tell me what it would make you if I give you my pussy."

"It would make me a motherfucker."

"There must be lots of women you could have right now."

"Yes, there are two who could come running if I called them."

"And you would have both of them at once?"

"Yes."

"Does that work?" She knew it did, she'd seen it at the orgy, but, for some reason, she had to ask him, ask her son.

"Yes, very well, most of the time, if the women aren't inhibited."

"Do you do it often?"

"Now and then, when the situation is right and the women are willing."

"I don't think I could do that. You don't think it's wrong to fuck your mother?"

"Your pussy won't know the difference, and my cock sure won't."

She didn't tell them to, but her fingers went to the front of her blouse, and she watched him closely as she unbuttoned it. "You've already seen me naked, so I guess you aren't going to get any surprises."

"Seeing a beautiful, sexy woman naked is always a pleasant surprise, no matter how many times I've seen her naked."

"You have a nice way with words." She pulled her blouse off her shoulders and breathed deeply, trying to calm her jittery nerves.

"You taught me good manners," he said. "Showing poor manners in public is rude, but in intimate situations, it's unforgivable."

"I taught you better than I thought. What are you going to call me while you're fucking me?"

"Do you want to get kinky and play games?"

"I haven't been with many men, dear, and none of them had much imagination, so I don't know how to play kinky games."

"Okay, what do you want me to call you?

"Call me darling, sweetheart, baby, a horny little bitch, whatever you call the other women you fuck."

"Sometimes, I use their names."

"Well, you know my name, and I won't be upset if you slip up and call me Mom once in a while." She unfastened her skirt and let it fall. "I stopped wearing bras, but I still wear panties."

"Watch yourself in the mirror as you push them down."

She turned her head to the side and watched her tits dangle and jiggle as she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. "You're going to teach me kinky games whether I want it or not, aren't you?"

"I won't do anything you don't want," he replied.

She straightened up and looked at him with a steady gaze. "I want you to do everything to me and with me that you do with the other women you fuck. I want to be free and licentious and really live. I never have, and it's about time. I'm not as good as Reta, but I think you'll find me acceptable, to start. If you're patient with me, I'll get better."

"What do you know about Reta and me?"

"Just that you've been lovers for four years. I didn't know that until two days ago." She sat on the side of the bed, and started to turn around and lie down.

"No," he said, "stand up, then crawl on the bed. I want to watch your tits. I like the way they jiggled."

She smiled and went to the foot of the bed and watched herself in the mirror and laughed out loud as she crawled to the middle of the bed. She lay on her back and stared at her naked body in the overhead mirror, her mind filled with fervor, racing like a thoroughbred flying toward the finish line.

He went to one of the windows and started to close the heavy drapes, and she sat up quickly.

"No, leave them open, darling, so I can see everything. Watching is as exciting as feeling."

"I don't think it's going to take you very long to get used to the mirrors," he chuckled.

She watched as he undressed. "If I make a mistake, will you be patient with me and teach me?"

"As long as you don't bite too hard, we'll be okay," he said. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. If you feel like doing something, do it. If you don't like something, say so."

"Your cock is a lot bigger than your father's, a lot bigger than any I've ever had."

He got into bed, slid his left arm under her body, and snuggled her to him. He put his right hand on her forehead and smoothed her hair back, kissed the end of her nose, then each of her eyes, and using a very light touch, caressed her cheeks.

She kept her eyes open and watched him. "You have a nice touch," she said quietly.

He made his lips soft and brushed them over her cheeks. "When you get yourself off, do you always cum as hard as you did this morning?"

"No, this morning was the best ever, better even than last night."

"Do you cum when your pussy is licked?"

"Yes, but I really don't know how well. I haven't been licked very much."

"Have you ever been licked by another woman?"

"No," she said quietly.

"I'd like to watch you make it with another woman."

"Oh, darling, you don't really want to watch your mother lick pussy, do you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Reta has been after me for years, but I can't do that, baby. I'm sorry if it disappoints you, but I just can't."

"You're trembling," he said, changing the subject so she wouldn't feel pressure and turn off. "Is it from fear or excitement?"

"Some of each," she giggled, a nervous little twitter. She caressed his cheek tenderly. "Fucking my son is a big step for me, far more daring than anything I've ever done."

His hand moved lightly over her nipples, bringing them to full erection. "You have luscious nipples." He pulled one tenderly, then twisted it gently.

"They're stubby," she snickered.

"They're very suckable." He kissed her lips, without giving her his tongue. "Can you see them in the mirror?"

"Yes. It's kind of weird watching myself this way."

"You'll get used to it. Does it add to your excitement?"

"Oh, yes, I like it. I'm already experiencing so many new and exciting sensations, and we've barely started."

His hand caressed the front of her body, going lower and lower, finally stopping when his fingers touched her bush. He tickled his fingers through the forest and gently tugged at some of the longer hairs, then smoothed them down with his palm. "Your bush is nice and thick, and so soft." He kept his hand on her pussy and propped up on one elbow and licked her left nipple.

Tiny goose bumps sprang up all over her creamy, smooth skin, and she murmured, "Oooooo."

He pressed gently on the inside of her left thigh with his palm. "Spread real wide, open yourself to me."

With her eyes riveted on the mirror, she spread her legs very wide and shivered when his fingers touched the lips of her pussy. Her arms came up immediately and went around his body, and her hands moved over his back, feeling the strength in his muscles and caressing lovingly.

He fondled the lips of her pussy, testing their fullness, pulling them out, checking their length. "Nice," he said softly. "Your pussy is made for lots of fun and fucking."

"I've always thought so," she said quietly, "but I've never had a chance to prove it."

"The inner lips of your pussy are so long and full. They're going to feel wonderful around my cock." He raised up far enough to look directly into her crotch. "You have a foxy pussy, darling. You shouldn't keep it hidden so much."

"I thought a pussy was a pussy."

"True, but only in the sense that they're all made for the same basic functions. Not all pussies are pretty, however."

"Oh," she replied, then said, "ooooooo," when he touched her clit the tip of his middle finger.

He got up on his knees so he could look at her pussy while he fingered her. He put his left hand on her lower belly, palm down, and pressed gently as he rotated his finger over her clit, watching closely as the bud came out of its hood and thickened.

"How many vibrators do you have?"

"Just the one," she murmured, coming up rapidly, finding it hard to think, let alone talk. "I use it so much, I have to buy a new one about every three months."

"I keep several on hand, just in case," he said. "You looked so sexy when you were jacking off, I want to watch you fuck yourself with a vibrator."

"Whatever you want, baby," she said breathlessly. "Anything you want, I'll give you, just don't stop making my pussy feel good."

"Making your pussy feel good is what it's all about, baby," he said.

She grabbed his cock in her right hand and stroked it and squeezed it. "I like to hold your cock. It feels so good in my hand." As the sensations in her clit grew stronger, she sucked her breath in sharply and clawed his back tenderly with her left hand and jerked his dick with her right hand. "Oh, darling," she whispered hotly, "I'm going to cum!"

"That's just what you should do."

"How many times are you going to let me cum?"

"As many times as you want, darling, you aren't on a quota."