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 Dad's Being Replaced

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: Danny has taken a shine to his mom but how does he get
Mom to stop being faithful to Dad?
Codes: mf mF reluc inc mother son bro sis Mdom span preg slow

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   Chapter 1

   It was a dark and stormy morning, just the kind Danny Dwyer hated to get
up to.  Worst of all it was a Monday morning.  Well, it was a school day
and so he didn't have any choice.  Still, it would be nice if he could
sleep in just a few more minutes.  The 17 year old saw the bedroom door
swing open and when his mother peeked in he decided to pretend sleep.

   "Time to get moving, Danny," Lani Dwyer called.  "You don't want to be
late for school." When he didn't respond Lani walked over to shake him
awake.  It wasn't the first time she'd done that.  It seemed more like the
10,000th time to her.  Feeling a bit of mischief Danny grabbed his mother
around her waist when he felt his shoulder being touched and pulled her
onto the bed with him.  "Danny!" she cried.

   Danny pretended to wake up for the first time.  "Hmm?  Oh, sorry Mom.  I
was dreaming that a beautiful woman was in bed with me.  Now that I'm awake
I've discovered it's not a dream."

   "Cut the bull, Danny Dwyer, and let me up," Lani demanded.  She tried to
push off the mattress but her son had his arms around her waist and his
hands...  my god, his hands were on her hips and he was holding her down.

   It seemed that Danny was seeing his mom for the first time, not as a
mother but as a desirable woman.  Damn, there was vulnerability in her eyes
that made her look sexy.  The teenager wasn't the angel he sometimes
portrayed himself to be and he found himself enjoying his mother's
discomfort.  He was sporting his morning boner and his mother's belly was
pinned against it.  She has to be dead below the waist if she can't feel
that Danny thought.

   "Let me up," Lani demanded again.

   "Give me a good morning kiss first."

   "I will not!"

   "Fine, we'll just lie here until someone comes looking for us." As if on
cue they heard some stirring in the next room which meant that Danny's
little sister, Heather, was getting up.

   "Okay, Danny."

   "Okay what, Mom?"

   "I'll give you a kiss," she said softly as if someone might overhear. 
She put her lips on her son's but Danny took control immediately.  He
wasn't going to allow a quick peck on the lips.  To Lani it seemed to take
forever but she didn't have any choice.  Any further resistance just meant
it would take longer for her to be released and the greater the chance of
being caught.  Still she squeaked in protest she felt her son's tongue in
her mouth.

   "I'd better get moving," Danny said when he finally ended the kiss.  "I
don't want to be late for school." He moved his hands away from Lani's hips
and she got up immediately.  Danny could tell his mother was pissed.  She
was red in the face and her mouth and eyes were now like narrow slits. 
Also, she stomped rather than walked out of his room.  He heard, "Good
morning, Mom" from Heather but no response from their mother.

   "What's wrong with Mom," Heather asked as she poked her head through the
door.

   "I dunno," Danny responded.  "I guess she got up on the wrong side of
the bed." Heather shrugged her shoulders and continued on to the bathroom.
The young man liked to be first in the bathroom because Heather always
seemed to take forever there but right now he didn't mind.  It would give
him time to think.

   Grabbing his mom had been pure impulsive mischief and there was no
ulterior motive.  What happened after was also impulsive but was filled
with impure thoughts for his mother.  Why was that?  Even as Danny asked
himself the question he already knew the answer.  It was her eyes.  His
mother's eyes told him he could get away with anything and she wouldn't
stop him.  He'd seen that look in the eyes of girls his own age and it
always meant he could get do anything he wanted as long as they weren't
caught by a parent or another authority figure.  Danny knew his mother
would bluster and threaten but nothing would come of it.  At least he hoped
he was right.  Darn!  His mother had surrendered so easily.  If Danny would
have had the time and privacy things might have gone further.  In fact, he
was sure of it.

   "I want to fuck my own mother," he said aloud.  Yeah, he really did. 
One of the reasons was her looks.  Lani Dwyer was 5' 7" tall and weighed
125 pounds.  She had a nice set of tits and her legs and ass didn't look
too shabby either, at least with clothes.  Danny had never seen his
mother's bare tits and ass but he promised himself that that would soon be
taken care of.  His mother was 38 years old and had dark brown hair with
just a touch of gray at the temples.  Otherwise she could pass for someone
a lot younger.  It was hard to believe his dad wasn't paying the attention
to his wife that she deserved.

   Danny was the last one downstairs.  His dad had already left for the
office and Heather usually rode to school with Devon, their next door
neighbor so she was gone also.  He watched his mom fuss around and ignore
him but Danny knew that wouldn't last for long.

   "I can't believe what you just did!" Danny kept silent.  She hadn't
asked a question so he didn't feel any need to answer.  Finally she asked,
"Do you know what would happen if I told your father what you did?"

   "Yeah," said Danny.  "He'd probably think it was a joke and have a good
laugh."

   "You think so?  Well, we'll know for sure when he gets home tonight."
Danny's response made his mother even more furious.  Mainly it was because
he was probably right about his father's reaction.  "Is that how you treat
the girls you know?"

   "Well, no," Danny conceded.  "At least, not right away but if we go out
on a date I'll make a move on her.  Would you like to go out this Friday?"

   "I'm glad you think this is funny but I don't," Lani fumed.  "You seem
to forget that I'm your mother.  What have I done wrong to deserve this
disrespectful attitude of yours?"

   "You haven't done anything wrong, Mom.  It's just the usual fate of
beautiful and sexy women.  You're lusted over by men and boys and even by
your very own son."

   "Well, my very own son is going to get his face slapped if he tries
anything like that again.  Do you understand?"

   "It would be worth a slap if we could just take up where we left off,"
Danny said as he moved toward his mother.  Lani gasped and ran out of the
kitchen.

   "You'll be late for school if you don't leave now," she called as she
raced up the stairs.

   Danny laughed when he saw his mother scamper up the stairs like the cat
when something scared her.  The only thing missing was the fat tail.  He
was tempted to follow her and see if he could get something started but the
teenager was running late already and didn't want to give his mom too many
shocks in one morning.  The young man knew he wasn't going to stop with
just a little horseplay now.  Now, it was a matter of gaining his mother's
cooperation, willing or not.  Danny noticed how his mom seemed to blush
with pleasure when he was complimenting her.  Apparently, she wasn't
getting enough flattery from other quarters.

   Danny Dwyer was already well experienced in the art of seducing girls in
his own age bracket.  He'd been doing it for the past four years.  In fact,
the charm had begun to wear off because it was so easy.  The handsome high
school student was looking for new challenges but it had never crossed his
mind that it would come in the form of an older woman, his own mother.  He
would decide how to go about it after seeing how his mom behaved that
evening.

   Lani Dwyer breathed a sigh of relief.  She watched from her bedroom
window as Danny drove off.  She didn't appreciate her son teasing her like
that.  At least, Lani hoped it was just teasing.  Danny had scared the heck
out of her although no real harm had been done.  Lani decided she wouldn't
tell her husband about their son's behavior just yet.  Of course, if he
tried anything like that again there would be hell to pay.  Still, the
boy's mother wondered what might have happened if she hadn't fled the
kitchen or he had followed her into her bedroom.

   Danny's mom didn't say anything when to him he got home that afternoon.
That suited the teenager just fine.  In fact, it was a good sign.  She
probably wouldn't be saying anything to his father either.  Of course, if
she did, it would be best if he acted like it was just a joke.

   "Mom, may I spend the night over at Devon's Friday night," asked
Heather. They were all seated at the dinner table.

   "Of course, you may," said Lani.  "As long as it's all right with
Devon's parents it's all right with me." She turned to look at her husband.
"I suppose you're working late this Friday again?"

   "As long as business is slow I will be," said Patrick Dwyer.

   Lani sighed.  Patrick was working late on most weekdays anyway.  They
never seemed to get out together any more.  Darn!  He used the same reason
when business was good.  She wondered if her husband was cheating on her
again.  Patrick almost lost his job when some bimbo file clerk claimed
sexual harassment after an affair they were having ended.  Would he never
learn his lesson?

   "What are you going to be doing, Danny," Heather asked.

   "Well, I've asked out this older woman but she hasn't given me a
definite answer yet." Danny watched his mother out of the corner of his eye
as she began to blush.

   "Go for it, son," said his father.  "Those older women can teach you
things you never even dreamed of."

   "Did you hear that, Mom?  Dad's going to be busy, Heather's going to be
with Devon and you haven't been out in ages.  Why not go out with me?"

   "Ha!" exclaimed his father.  "I thought you said an older woman, not an
ancient one."

   "I beg your pardon," exclaimed Lani with unconcealed hostility.  "Did
you just say I'm ancient?" Now her embarrassment was coupled with outrage.
How dare he say that!  If that's the way he feels...

   "Now, don't go off on a tirade," said Patrick defensively.  "I was just
joking.  It's just that kids Danny's age think anybody over 30 is ancient.
Right, Danny?"

   "Age doesn't mean anything to me, Dad.  Mom is probably as beautiful as
the day you met her.  Right, Dad?"

   "Uh, right.  She's as beautiful as the day we met," Patrick said trying
to recover.

   "Bull!" Lani grumbled.

   "Danny's right, Mom," declared Heather.  "You are beautiful."

   "Thank you, dear," said Lani.  "At least, I've heard one sincere
compliment this evening."

   "So, it's a date," stated Danny.

   "It's no such thing," Lani fumed.  "I'm not going out with my own son to
who knows where.  It's not proper." Especially after what you pulled this
morning, she thought.

   "I'll take you to that Italian film you've wanted to see," Danny
wheedled.

   Lani hesitated.  She was a foreign film buff but no one else she knew
was an aficionado so she mostly just rented them whenever she could because
she hated going alone.

   "Hey, I'll pay for it if you take your mother out to that thing.  She's
always trying to drag me to those movies and I hate anything with
subtitles."

   "You've been to exactly two foreign films with me in the last five
years," Lani sneered.

   "Well, now's your chance to go to more and you'll have a handsome escort
besides," Patrick countered.

   "I just might," Lani shot back.

   "So it's a date," stated Danny again.  He caught his mother's eye and
smiled.  Lani didn't say anything this time but blushed even more.  Thank
you, Dad thought Danny.  You've helped my cause more than you'll ever know.

   "What are you going to wear, Mom?  I hope it's something sexy," Heather
teased.

   "Hush, now.  I'm not going to wear anything sexy to go to the movies. 
Besides, I don't really have anything to wear." The date with Danny seemed
to be a fait accompli.  There didn't seem to be any way to wiggle out of it
right now.

   "You have tons of clothes in that closet," declared her husband.

   "All of them are years out of fashion," said Lani.

   "Say, I'm beginning to feel jerked around.  Did your mother put you guys
up to this?"

   "No way, Dad," said Danny.  "As a matter of fact, that black cocktail
dress you have never seems to go out of fashion, Mom.  You could wear
that," he added.  What he didn't add was that it was one of his mom's
shortest and sexiest dresses she owned.

   "We'll see," said Lani.

   That meal time conversation had gone very well for Danny.  He couldn't
have planned for a better result.  Everything seemed to play right into his
hands.  His reverie was cut short when he heard a knock on his bedroom door
and his dad walked in.  "May I talk to you, Danny?"

   Uh oh.  "Sure, Dad.  Come on in." Had his mother decided to tell him
about the morning's incident?

   "Thanks.  Listen, I was serious about helping you out with your expenses
taking your mom to the movies." He handed his son a fifty dollar bill.

   "Thanks, Dad," Danny said sincerely, "but two movie tickets don't cost
this much, at least not yet."

   "Well, if you include a large popcorn and two sodas it's likely to add
up.  I don't want you going cheap on her."

   "I'll show her a good time."

   "Take her out as often as you like and I'll subsidize you.  Frankly
it'll get your mother off my back and keep her occupied.  The stockholders
are putting pressure on the bosses for higher profits so they're in turn
putting pressure on us peons at work."

   "I dunno, Dad.  This is likely to be a one time only date.  Mom seemed
to be resisting me.  Heck, she might even cancel out on me at the last
moment."

   "Don't talk like a defeatist, boy.  You've never had any trouble getting
dates, have you?  Just use the same charm on your mother that you use with
any of the other girls."

   "Yeah but, ya know, Dad.  I kind of flirt with them.  Sometimes, I even
get fresh with them.  How am I going to do that with my own mother?  She
might get mad at me and complain to you about me being rude to her.  I'd
never want her to feel that way about me." Danny was glad he was playing
coy.  His father was almost encouraging Danny to take control of his
mother.

   "I know she's the type to exaggerate things.  I just won't worry about
what your mother says.  I'll let it go in one ear and out the other."

   "Okay, Dad.  If it keeps her off your back I'll be glad to take care of
all of Mom's needs."

   "You'll be doing me a big favor, son.  Just remember one thing."

   "What's that, Dad?"

   "Don't get your mother pregnant." Patrick Dwyer started laughing at his
own joke.

   "Don't worry, Dad.  I'll use the best condoms money can buy." Patrick
Dwyer laughed harder and his son joined in the laughter.



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   Chapter 2

   "Rise and shine, Danny Dwyer," called his mom from the door but this
time she just walked on.  Well, I can't expect her to fall for the "I'm
asleep" trick again thought Danny.  He hauled himself out of bed and headed
for the bathroom.

   Now that he'd set himself the goal of seducing his own mother he knew
he'd better have a plan.  There were a lot of things that could go wrong
and he didn't want to have his butt in a sling.  One misstep along the way
could spell disaster but the sense of danger also excited the young man.

   Living in the same house had its advantages.  His mom would always be
near so he could exploit any unguarded moment.  Still Danny knew he'd have
to be careful.  If his mom started screaming blood murder he couldn't
expect his dad to come to his rescue even though they had an
"understanding." After all, Danny was certain that his Dad would freak if
he became aware of his son's real intentions.

   "If you think I'm going out with you without a bodyguard you're crazy,"
Lani declared when Danny sat down at the kitchen table.  Heather and
Patrick had already left so she felt it was safe to rant.  "I'll rent that
movie when it comes out on video."

   "That's fine, Mom," said Danny.  He'd expected his mom to cancel out on
their date.  Did she really think his plans were dependent on this date? 
Let her cancel it.  Danny didn't think his dad would ask for his money
back.

   "Well, fine," said Lani and went back to sipping her coffee.  "You can
go ahead and make your own plans for Friday night." Danny smiled.  His mom
almost sounded disappointed he hadn't tried to talk her out of her
decision.

   "Oh, I have my plans, Mom.  I'm going to stay here at home with you,"
Danny said and added an amorous leer.

   "Danny, I'm not going to put up with any more of this nonsense from
yesterday!"

   "Nonsense?  I don't consider anything I did nonsense.  I'm very sad you
don't want me to escort you to the movies."

   "I would want to if I could trust you."

   "What would I have to do for you to agree to go to the movies with me?"

   "You'd have to promise to behave yourself from beginning to end-starting
now!"

   "That's a lot to ask, Mom but okay.  I'll behave starting now.  The only
thing I ask is that you wear that little black dress to the movies with
me."

   "We'll see," said Lani.  Danny smiled, nodded and started in on his
breakfast.

   Lani wondered whether she'd covered all the bases when she agreed to go
to the movies with her son.  Danny could be a real trickster.  He'd been
that way since he was a little boy.  It was totally harmless then but now
things were turning serious.

   Well, it was too late to think about that now.  It was already Friday
evening and Lani was dressing to go out.  Danny had behaved himself the
entire time and she couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to cancel.  Well,
she really didn't want to cancel.  Lani was really looking forward to
seeing this film.

   Lani looked at herself critically in the mirror.  She still looked
pretty good in her black cocktail dress if her own opinion still counted.
It looked too much for just going to the movies.  Even without wearing her
"fuck me" heels it still looked like she was trying to seduce someone. 
Well, she didn't really commit to wearing the dress.  Danny would have to
be satisfied with seeing her in casual slacks and a blouse.  He was
probably dressed in jeans and t-shirt anyway.

   Lani was pleasantly surprised to see Danny in dress shirt and slacks. 
She was glad he didn't raise any objection to her attire and didn't try
anything as they sat through the movie which Lani thoroughly enjoyed
although the subplot of the love affair between a woman and a younger man
made her a bit uncomfortable.  At least the characters weren't playing
relatives.  On the way home though, Danny drove to the end of an unfamiliar
road and parked.

   "Why are you stopping here, Danny?" said Lani nervously.

   "I always stop here with my dates.  It has a nice view of the city
lights and it's a great make out spot."

   "Danny, please start the car and drive us home.  I'm not one of your
regular dates.  I'm your mother and I'm certainly not going to make out
with you.  I'm very disappointed with you for breaking your promise to
behave."

   "Well, you broke your promise to wear that little black dress."

   "I didn't promise to wear that dress.  I said we'll see."

   "That means yes to me."

   "It's the woman's prerogative to decide what we'll see means.  I tried
on the dress and found it inappropriate for the occasion.  You had an
opportunity to raise an objection before we left."

   "Score one for you then, Mom.  I guess I am breaking my promise to
behave." Danny reached over to take his mother's hand but she yanked it
away.

   Lani was outraged.  "You think that because you've developed some sort
of lust for me I'm going to fall into your arms and let you do whatever?"

   "Gosh, I hope not, Mom.  If you did that you'd be just like any other
girl I've dated.  I want more of a challenge.  It'll quite a novelty to
have a girl say no to me."

   "Well, I'm not a girl.  I'm a grown woman.  More importantly, I'm not
just a grown woman.  I'm your mother.  You've obviously been dating the
wrong type of girl."

   "Is there any other type?"

   "Certainly there is.  I find it hard to believe there aren't any
self-respecting girls going to that school of yours.  I'm sure you haven't
even tried to meet a nice girl."

   "They're all nice girls, Mom, but there's not a one that won't go to bed
with me if I ask nicely.  Let's face it.  I'm just irresistible."

   "You're so full of bull, Danny, it's unbelievable.  Even if you were
right there's going to be at least one girl there next year who won't give
a boy who doesn't respect her the time of day and that's your sister,
Heather.  I'm sure Devon has been raised properly also."

   "Mom, even Heather and Devon can be seduced as easily as you if the
right boy comes along."

   "If that's the case then I know they're safe.  No one's going to seduce
me."

   "I will," declared Danny.  Or at least I'll have some fun trying thought
the young man.

   "You're an arrogant ass for even thinking of seducing me.  What makes
you think you could get away with even trying?"

   "You kissed me easily enough Monday morning.  You could have let Heather
walk in on us and I would have been in deep shit."

   "I was trying to avoid a scene.  I see I made a mistake by trying to
keep you out of trouble and...  get your hand off my leg, Danny!  I'm going
to call your father and have him pick me up if you don't start this car
right now."

   "You left your cell phone on the dining room table, Mom." Darn!  He was
right.  Lani hated taking her phone on social evenings out.

   "This is wrong, Danny.  I'm your mother."

   "I just want to kiss you, Mom.  Then I'll take you home, I promise.  Is
that too much to ask?"

   "It is too much to ask when your advances are unwelcome, Danny.  Why is
that so hard for you to understand?" Lani moved her head back and tried to
avoid her son's lips on hers but finally gave in when it was obvious that
Danny was going to be persistent.  She just wished her son wasn't such a
good kisser.  One kiss led to a second and then a third kiss.  The woman's
heart leaped to her throat.  Something was wrong.  Lani looked down and
found the first three buttons of her blouse were undone and her bra was
exposed.  She hadn't even felt anything until her son's hand had slipped
inside her blouse, cupped it over her bra cup and started fondling her
right boob.  The boy must be possessed by a demon!  "N-no, Danny!  You just
wanted a kiss."

   "I can't believe you fell for that, Mom," the young man said chuckling
and withdrawing his hand.  "Now, that was pretty easy, wasn't it?"

   Lani wasn't sure what Danny meant by that statement.  Was it pretty easy
for her to allow her son to kiss her?  Or was it pretty easy for Danny to
trick his mother?  It only took a moment for her anger to return.  "You've
gotten your thrill.  Now, please take me home," she declared as coldly as
she could.  Her hands trembled as she refastened her blouse.

   "Sure enough, Mom," said Danny.  He started the car and turned on the
headlamps.  They were home in about ten minutes.

   "Thanks for the lovely evening, Danny," said his mom after entering the
house through the kitchen door.  Her hand snaked out and slapped her son in
the face as hard as she could.  It was still dark in the kitchen and the
young man didn't even see it coming.  The left side of his face exploded in
pain and he reeled back in case she wanted to hit him again.

   "Ow, Mom!  That really hurt!"

   "I'm glad!" Lani hissed.  "If you ever touch me again I'll tell your
father and he'll throw you out of the house." She strode from the kitchen
without a backward glance.

   Danny rubbed at the pain in his cheek.  Damn!  He felt like his mom's
hand had branded his face.  Despite the slap, the threat and the other
resistance, the teenager decided that the evening had gone very well.  His
mother definitely had a passionate nature.  Danny felt that he if he had
been anyone else but Lani's son he would have been in her pants by now. 
Those kisses were far from perfunctory.  They probably would have continued
kissing if he hadn't of messed up by copping a feel prematurely.  Damn hand
must have gone on autopilot he thought.  Thinking of hands his mother had a
pretty mean swing and he didn't relish the thought of being slapped again.
It was best to make adjustments in his plan of attack.

   Damned kid!  thought Lani as she got ready for bed.  If he had been
anyone else but my son I would have kneed him in the nuts by now.  How dare
he think could get away with making a pass at me!  Well, his father would
hear about it when he got home.  Lani wished he was home now.  She'd surely
give him an ear full.  Darn!  If Danny acted this way with his own mother
how in the heck did he act with the girls he dated.  Lani was surprised she
hadn't gotten calls from outraged parents by now concerning Danny's
behavior with their daughters.  The boy's mother fussed and fumed a little
more about her son before finally getting to sleep.  When she finally heard
Patrick come to bed Lani was too tired to bring it up.

   "I'd like you to talk to Danny," said Lani when Patrick was finally up.

   "Sure, honey," said Patrick.  "What about; sex, drugs or rock 'n roll?
How are his grades?"

   Lani blushed pink.  Suddenly, she wasn't so sure how to bring up such a
delicate subject.  How do you tell your husband that their son is trying to
seduce his mother?  Lani was tempted to just change the subject and try to
solve the problem herself.  "His grades are fine so far as I know," Lani
finally said.  "I think this would come under the general subject of sex."

   "I'm afraid I can't help you there," Patrick said and laughed.  "I think
he knows more about that than I do."

   "That's not what I meant," said Lani.  She could tell she was already
getting flustered and exasperated.  "I, uh, think Danny has developed an
unhealthy and abnormal interest in me."

   "You mean sex-wise?" said Patrick.

   "Yes, sex-wise," said Lani hesitantly.  She could feel her ears burning
with embarrassment.

   "Damn!  This is serious," said Patrick.  "I'll make some calls and we'll
get the boy committed right away."

   "I'm not sure that's called for right now," Lani said trying to stay
calm.  "All I want you to do is talk to him."

   "What do you mean it's not called for?  Danny's got a boatload of coeds
chasing after him and he's more interested in you?  I'd call that abnormal.
Don't you remember the time his car broke down?  There was almost a cat
fight outside between these two young beauties over who was going to
chauffeur him to and from school"

   "I don't think I like your tone of voice," said Lani who suddenly felt
on the defensive.  Is he making fun of me?  "What's wrong with me?  I can
still turn heads, I think."

   "I'm not saying you can't.  My V.P.'s tongue hangs out every time you
come to a company party."

   "I'm not talking about him." He was an ugly old bastard anyway thought
Lani.  "I'm talking about, well, younger men." Lani had wanted to discuss
their son's behavior but now it had turned into a discussion into her
desirability as a woman.

   "Well, yeah.  I can see that.  When I was Danny's age I wanted to bag an
older woman but only for bragging rights.  I'm sure any number of teenage
boys and young men would love to get you into the sack but it's certainly
not right for Danny to go after his own mother though.  That's desperate."

   "Bragging rights?  Desperate?" Lani was feeling worse and worse talking
to her husband about their son.  A younger man would only go after her
because she was some sort of prize and not because he was attracted to her?

   "Yeah, like 'I got this older woman to jump into the sack with me' type
thing.  Danny couldn't exactly brag that he got you in the sack because
that would make him a mother...  , well, you know."

   "You don't seem to be the slightest bit upset personally that your own
son would like to have an affair with me."

   "Well, I would be if I thought you ever would but you wouldn't, would
you?"

   "Of course I wouldn't!  What a thing to ask!"

   "Then there's nothing to worry about as far as I'm concerned.  Listen, I
think I know what's going on.  Danny lost a bet."

   "Lost a bet?"

   "Sure!  If you lose this bet you gotta pay off by flirting with your old
lady."

   "Patrick, you seem to treat everything like it's a big joke.  It's
possible your son wants me because I'm attractive to him." Jeez!  Would it
be wrong to wish it was true?

   "Anything's possible," said Patrick after appearing to think about it.
"I'll ask him the real reason when I talk to him.  Who knows?  Maybe you're
just imagining the whole thing."

   "It's not my imagination!  And don't you dare talk to him about
anything!" Lani shouted.  She was sorry she brought up the topic.  Now the
only thing the angry woman wanted to do was to punch her husband right in
the nose.

   "Whatever you say, honey," said Patrick.  "I'm going over to the driving
range this morning.  See you later." His internal warning system told him
to keep clear of his wife right about then and he just blew her a kiss.





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   Chapter 3

   Lani was feeling inadequate and insecure: Inadequate and insecure as a
wife, mother and woman.  The conversation she had with her husband was
designed to gain his support and deal with Danny.  It did none of that and
left her feeling unattractive.  Lani knew Danny had to be a bit disturbed
in order to have these feelings toward his mother but it was the way
Patrick agreed with her assessment that really made her feel bad.  She just
couldn't get it out of her mind.

   Well, she was just too upset to talk to Patrick right now and besides,
he was out hitting golf balls.  Danny was in the back yard, sunning in the
patio and Heather was at her usual post next door with Devon.  It wouldn't
hurt to talk to Danny and clear up something.

   "May I ask you a question, Danny?"

   "Sure, Mom.  Pull up a chair and let's talk." Lani hesitated.  She
didn't feel she could relax around Danny any more for fear that he'd start
hitting on her again.

   "No, thanks.  This will just take a moment.  Uh, it's about this
ridiculous notion you have about you and me.  I was wondering if you're not
just doing this on a bet or a dare or something like that because if it is
I think you're being really childish and hurtful using me in this way.  So,
there, I've said it."

   "I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you, Mom.  No such bet or
dare exists.  I just think you're the sexiest woman I've ever met.  I can't
help it if you're also my mother.  My greatest fantasy is Dad sharing you
with me."

   "You're being very rude to me, young man," said Lani.  Secretly, Lani
was very pleased by her son's words.  She was attractive to a handsome
younger man even though he was her son.  She didn't want to just dismiss
his words as just a line of bull.  "It's too bad you're too big to spank.
I'd take a belt to you right now."

   "You're not too big to spank, Mom."

   "What did you say?" Lani demanded.

   "I said..."

   "I heard what you said and I think you're totally out of line."

   "Don't worry, Mom.  I wouldn't want to use a belt on you: just my bare
hand."

   "You wouldn't dare!" Lani unconsciously clenched her butt cheeks and
backed away from Danny.

   "Sure, I'd dare except I'd want to use my bare hand on your bare bottom.
C'mon, let's try it, Mom.  I'll go easy on you and even let you keep your
panties on the first time.  I've never done it before but I hear it's
really kinky fun."

   "You're being totally disgusting, Danny Dwyer!  If you so much as
suggest that again, you'll think last night's slap was just a love tap."
Lani backed up and prepared to run when Danny suddenly rose from his chair.

   "I suggest you don't ever think of doing that again, Mom, or I just
might forget about that play spank and do it for real."

   "Don't you dare threaten me!" Lani raised her hand to slap her son again
but hesitated when she saw him just standing there.

   "If you think I'm joking with you, Mom just, go ahead and slap me.  Then
it'll be my turn.  Just remember that we're outside and the neighbors are
liable to see and hear us."

   Lani lowered her hand.  She was clearly embarrassed for losing control
of herself and didn't notice Danny step closer until he had grabbed her
hand.  The young man's mother tried to snatch her hand away but Danny just
held on harder.  "Let go of me, Danny," his mother demanded but her son
just stood there and smiled at her.  "I'll give you a kiss if you let me
go," Lani finally said.  She felt so silly offering to kiss her son but it
was the only thing she could think of and if it satisfied him it would be
worth it.

   "It had better be a nice kiss," said Danny and pulled her beneath an
awning where they wouldn't be visible to the neighbors.  This time Lani
didn't try to avoid the kiss.  Despite her anger she found herself
thrilling to his touch.  Damn!  Why was this happening?  The woman blamed
the strain in the relationship with her husband.  Perhaps it was time to
take a lover but certainly not her own son, anyone but him.  When she felt
the boy's hand caress her boob Lani flinched a bit but didn't protest.

   "I love you," Danny said when he finally broke the kiss.

   "I doubt if you know what love is," said his mother bitterly.  "Go tell
that to one of those so-called nice girls who you claim find you so
irresistible." She pushed away from Danny, turned around and stomped into
the house.

   "Not a bad idea, Mom," said Danny aloud.  It had been a while since he'd
gotten laid, at least two weeks, and it would be a good idea to take the
edge off his horniness by poking some young honey between the legs.  Then
he might think more clearly in his campaign to seduce his mother.  The
young man headed upstairs to his bedroom to consult his little black book.

   Danny knew who he wanted to jump in the sack with before he reached the
top of the stairs.  He heard two voices behind him and looked to see
Heather and Devon coming up the stairs also.  "Are you two stalking me
again?" Danny said.

   "Yeah," said Devon, "and you don't want to know what's on our devious
little minds."

   "Try me," Danny challenged.  Danny knew that Devon had a crush on him
and they had always flirted with each other in a harmless sort of way but
the young man thought that some day he might like to try her out.  Yeah! 
Devon was about 5' 5" tall with long curly red hair and lots of freckles.
She was very pretty in the face but still wore braces which Danny didn't
care for.  Still, Devon was the girl, besides his sister, that his mother
cited as an example of a well brought up girl who wouldn't bother with
anyone who didn't respect her.  That made her his number one priority right
there.

   "When and where?" said Devon who blushed prettily despite her bravado.
Their flirting had never gone this far.

   Danny opened the door to his room and made a little bow.  "After you,"
he said smiling.

   "If you two want to be alone," said Heather, "I'll be in my room."

   Devon looked at Heather nervously and then at Danny and then back to her
girl friend.  "Wait for me," she said.  Devon smiled at Danny and Danny
returned a smile of his own.  He was grateful to Devon for not giggling.

   Danny went into action as soon as he closed the door.  He was going to
fuck Devon as far as he was concerned.  The young man figured he had a
50-50 chance of succeeding.  Even if Devon didn't come across he figured
the gossip mill would do its inevitable work and it would eventually be
heard by his mother.  She would know that Devon wasn't such a perfect girl
after all.

   Danny took Devon in his arms and kissed her.  He could feel the young
girl melt in his arms.  She kissed back and Danny was pleasantly surprised.
Devon was actually a good kisser.  The young man's hands weren't being kept
idle.  He didn't waste any time and started yanking on her top, exposing
her ivory skinned torso and then her black bra.  He wanted to discover her
resistance point pretty quickly but so far there wasn't any protesting. 
The young girl raised her hands to allow her top to come off and she
watched Danny throw it into a corner of the room.

   The bra followed next.  Danny thought Devon's tits were fairly small but
they were nice to look at and certainly nothing to be ashamed of.  The
young man shed his own shirt and started to unbuckle his jeans.  Devon
surprised him by slipping off her jeans and panties and climbing onto his
bed before Danny's own jeans were below his knees.  So much for resistance
thought the young man.  He finished undressing and joined Devon on his bed.
Danny figured on playing with the girl for a while before trying to fuck
her but Devon wasn't having any of it.  She grabbed for Danny's prick and
tried to guide it to her snatch.  Damn!  She's really hot for it thought
the young man.  He reached inside the drawer of his bedside table and drew
out a condom packet.

   "You really don't have to use that if you don't want," said Devon as she
watched Danny slip on the condom.

   "We should be careful, right?" Danny said.  Her eagerness made him kind
of uneasy but that wouldn't stop him from fucking her.  If his mom knew
what was going on...

   "What's going on?" Lani asked Heather.  She was just coming up the
stairs and saw her daughter listening to something at her brother's door.

   "N-nothing," said Heather after nearly fainting from fright.  She didn't
hear her mother approach.

   "It's not nice to spy on other people," declared her mother.  She walked
over to stand beside the girl and lean her ear toward the door.

   "It's not nice..."

   "Not another word, young lady, or you're grounded," Lani hissed.  "I'm
the mother in this house and I have security concerns that override
anyone's right to privacy." She listened for a while but didn't hear much
except for an occasional squeak of a bedspring.  "Danny and Devon?" she
said.

   "Yeah," said Heather and nodded her head for emphasis.

   Damned kid thought Lani.  Danny's seducing the neighbor's daughter just
to spite me.  It would be perfectly within her rights to barge through the
door and raise hell.  Well, Lani didn't want to scare Devon to death.  She
was probably already frightened, poor dear.  "No more spying," Lani warned
Heather and marched back down the stairs to the kitchen phone and dialed a
number from memory.  "Margaret?  Lani Dwyer.  Listen, I have something very
important to tell you.  It concerns Devon.  Yes, I can be over right away.
Okay, see you in a minute." It was time to put a scare into Danny Dwyer.

   "I'm glad you came over right away, Lani," said Margaret McCormick,
Devon's mother.  "If Devon is doing something she shouldn't I want to know
about it right away."

   "Well, I'm glad you feel that way, Margaret," said Lani.  "If Heather
was doing something wrong I would hope that you'd tell me also."

   "So, what do you know?  I hope it's nothing serious," said the worried
mother.  "Can I get you drink?  Do I need one?"

   "Uh, nothing for me, Margaret.  You'll have to judge for yourself how
serious this is but I felt obligated to tell you.  I have reason to believe
Devon has become sexually active."

   "Oh, god no," cried Margaret.  "She's only 14 years old."

   "I know, dear, and I'm very sorry," said Lani.

   "Well, there's going to be hell to pay," declared the angry woman. 
"John and I have counseled our daughter to act responsibly and she swore
she'd never let us down."

   "I wouldn't place all the blame on Devon.  I'm sure the boy shares a lot
of the blame.  In fact I'm certain of it.  He's older and should know
better.  I'm sure he talked her into whatever they did together."

   "You wouldn't happen to know the boy's name, would you?"

   "I'm sorry to say I do, Margaret.  I just hope you and your husband
aren't too rough on him but I do think he should have a good fright put in
him..."

   "Just tell me, Lani, goddammit!"

   "Danny," Lani blurted and was sorry as soon as she said it.  Instead of
just scaring Danny Devon's father would probably beat up Danny or hurt him
in some other way and would be all her own fault for not minding her own
business.

   "Danny?  Your Danny?" Lani nodded her head and felt on the verge of
tears.  She wanted to throw herself to her knees and beg Margaret for mercy
on Danny's behalf.  "Wow, that's a relief," Margaret declared.

   "What?"

   "I'm relieved it was Danny and not losers like a bunch of other boys I
can think of that have been hitting on Devon and Heather."

   "Boys have been hitting on Heather?"

   "Lani, darling, you can't expect girls as pretty as Devon and Heather
not to get hit on.  I'm just glad it was someone as smart and handsome as
Danny that finally did the deed with Devon.  You know, she's been in love
with him for as long as I can remember.  I'm sure they'll make a lovely
couple.  Is Heather on birth control?  I don't think it'll be too much
longer for her either.  I'm sure it hasn't happened yet.  Devon would have
told me."

   Lani could feel a definite rise in her blood pressure.  "Heather isn't
on birth control and she'd better not be thinking of doing the deed with
anyone for a very long time.  Also, I think Devon is going to be very
disappointed if she thinks she has any claim on Danny just because they
have sex together.  Frankly, I think Danny has the loyalty of an alley
cat."

   "I'm sure he'll come around to Devon's way of thinking especially if
they make us both grandmothers."

   "Grandmothers?" Lani had come over to put a scare into her son, Danny.
Now it was Lani who was getting scared.  "Don't you think it's kind of
premature to be thinking about marriage and children for these two? 
Devon's only 14 years old, after all.  Danny's not much older."

   "We have to be flexible when you're after a catch like Danny.  Besides,
Devon wants him and I've taught her all the man-catching skills she'll ever
need.  Listen, Lani, he's your son and you see him every day.  Don't you
think he's got the cutest buns?"

   "I-I've never noticed."

   "Well, I have and I wouldn't mind if Devon shared Danny with me."
Margaret giggled.  "Wouldn't it be funny if Danny both gave Devon and me
babies at the same time?  I'm just 33 years old, you know.  Well, okay, I'm
35."

   "I don't think it would be funny at all," Lani said.  Her shock at this
woman's attitude was giving way to anger.  Thirty seven would be more like
it she thought.  Lani happened to know that Margaret was just a year
younger than herself.  "Don't you think John would have something to say
about that?"

   "Oh, him," Margaret sneered.  "We're already supporting a little bastard
from a fling he had a couple of years ago.  It would serve him right if he
had to support one of mine."

   "Listen, Margaret.  I've got to go," said Lani.  She came to share her
concerns with a worried parent and came away thinking it was Danny who
needed protection from this woman and her daughter.  She met Devon at the
steps of her own house.  Devon sure looked like the cat that ate the
canary.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Dwyer," Devon chirped.

   "Hello, slut," Lani said under her breath.

   "Excuse me?" said Devon.

   "N-nothing, dear.  See you later." She watched Devon smile and walk back
to her own house.  She hoped her son had used a condom.  It wouldn't hurt
to go and try to talk some sense into him.  She went upstairs and knocked
on his door.  Danny startled Lani by opening the door immediately.

   "Hi, Mom.  What's up now?"

   "I, uh, have to talk to you again." She looked at Heather's door half
expecting to see it ajar with her daughter lurking just inside.  Danny
noticed right away.

   "Come on in if it's that private," said Danny grabbing his mother by the
hand and pulling her inside.  Lani was torn by her desire for privacy and
her concern for her son's intentions if he caught her in his room again.

   "I wanted to talk to you about you and Devon." Lani reddened as she
realized he was dressed only in his briefs.

   "Jeez, Mom!  News travels fast." He seemed more amused than worried.

   "Just so that you know that Devon and her mother are already planning a
wedding if you get her pregnant."

   "Thanks for the warning, Mom," said Danny.  "I'll be careful." Now he
knew why Devon wasn't at all concerned about unprotected sex.  He was glad
he was.

   "I hoped you at least used a condom.  I pretty certain she's not using
protection for herself."

   "I don't think so either, Mom." Danny reached down into a wastebasket
that stood nearby and drew out a used condom.  Lani backed up when he
presented it to her but she continued to look at it.  It looked pretty
full: Full of her son's sperm.  If any of it had got inside Devon it would
already be too late to prevent an unwanted pregnancy.  She didn't try to
push it way until it was just a few inches from her face.

   "Please, don't," Lani said.  It was a plea.  Every time her son was near
he was trying to seduce her lately.  Danny smiled and dropped the condom
back in the basket.  He took Lani in his arms and she made no pretense of
resisting.  She accepted her son's kiss and even kissed him back.  When his
hands began to roam she stood there passively and actually enjoyed the
sensuous feelings.

   "I'm not going to use a condom with you, Mom," Danny declared.  Lani
tensed up.  Her own son was planning unprotected sex with her and even
discussing it with her.

   "It's wrong, Danny," she said and accepted another kiss from him.  "I
can't and won't let you try anything like that." She felt his hardening
prick caressing her belly and Lani looked at her son with a bit of panic in
her eyes.  Was he going to try something now?

   Danny merely smiled, turned and walked back to the bed.  He lay down on
his bed and motioned his mother to join him.  Lani shook her head, opened
the door and fled.  As she walked downstairs Lani knew that Margaret was
right about something: her son had the cutest buns.



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   Chapter 4

   Lani was furious.  She wasn't furious with Danny necessarily.  She was
more furious with herself.  She was furious not only because she couldn't
control Danny but she couldn't control herself either.  Her son always
seemed to have the upper hand and manipulated her into compromising herself
in some way.  Aren't I supposed to be the adult?  she asked herself.

   Well, Patrick shared some of the blame.  Lani had tried to enlist his
support but he refused to take her seriously.  The more the woman thought
about the situation the more blame she heaped on her husband.  By the time
he got home from the driving range Patrick was in deep trouble.

   "How did the morning go, honey?" Patrick said as he rummaged through the
refrigerator looking for a snack.

   "Oh, fine," Lani answered.  "Danny made a pass at me again, he seduced
Devon McCormick and then he made another pass at me.  But don't worry.  I'm
getting used to Danny's advances and Margaret seems fine with our son
fucking her daughter.  In fact, she'd like to join in and make it a
threesome.  By the way, did you know Danny's a better kisser than you?  I'm
speaking from personal experience, you know.  Otherwise, nothing much
happened at all."

   "Uh, that's nice, dear.  Maybe I should go see what Danny's doing now."
It looked like Patrick wouldn't be getting his snack any time soon.

   "Oh?  A father-son chat?  That sounds like a scene right out of 'Leave
It to Beaver.' How quaint!  Wally and the Beaver are up in their room right
now, Ward."

   "Heh, heh!  Very funny, June."

   Danny was sitting at his desk when he heard the knock on the door and so
he just yelled to come in.  The door swung open and his dad was standing
there looking very angry.  The boy's heart jumped when his dad snapped,
"You dog!"

   "Uh, what's this about, Dad?" Danny could think of several
possibilities. He knew he'd been taking a lot of risks lately.

   "Was she cherry?" he said.

   "Was who cherry?"

   "Devon, of course.  How many chicks do you take to bed each day?"
Patrick finally smiled.

   "Oh, Devon," said Danny and breathed a sigh of relief.  "Yeah, I'm
pretty sure she was, Dad."

   "I'm jealous.  Would you be willing to share her with your old man?"

   "Sure, Dad.  Do you want me to ask her?"

   "Ahem, well no.  You'd better not.  I was just joking any way.  She's
kind of too young for me."

   "I have some friends with older sisters, 18 to 24 years old.  Is that
more your style?"

   Patrick closed the door.  "Hey, son.  You'd better not let your mother
hear you talking like that.  We both could be in deep shit."

   "Well, I do have my reasons for asking, Dad, and I'm not about to run to
Mom with this information.  I just wanted to find out if you were in any
way serious about dating young and beautiful women."

   Patrick sat down on the bed and tried to read his son's thoughts.  "Why
do you think I'd even consider it?  You're being pretty presumptuous,
aren't you?"

   "Well, I do know about a little affair you had not too long ago."

   "How did you know about that?  Did your mother tell you?"

   "Mom didn't tell me.  Let's just say some of your discussions with Mom
got kind of loud at times.  It was pretty hard to miss the gist of what you
guys were talking about."

   "Hmm, yeah, I see what you mean," said Patrick.  Some of Lani's
accusations had been loud enough for the neighbors down the street to hear.

   "There's also the fact that you've been spending a lot of late nights
away from home."

   "Your mother knows I've had to work extra hard with this business
downturn.  I hope things pick up pretty soon."

   "All I'm saying, Dad, is that Mom is liable to be suspicious based on
your past history."

   Patrick sighed.  "You could be right."

   "I hope you don't mind my prying like this, Dad."

   "Well, no," said Patrick, "as long as you don't get too personal."

   "If I do ask a question that's too uncomfortable for you to answer I'll
understand if you tell me to go stick it but I want you to know I have
everyone's best interests at heart."

   "I'll try to keep that in mind, Danny."

   "Okay.  With that in mind, may I ask how your relationship with Mom is
going?"

   "Your mom and I have our ups and downs just like in any marriage."

   "Have you two ever discussed divorce?"

   "Jeez Louise!  None of your business!"

   "I understand, Dad.  For the sake of this discussion let's assume the
answer is yes, okay?"

   "Okay, let's go ahead and assume that," said Patrick.

   "Of course, you realize all the shit that goes down in a divorce:
property division, spousal support, child support.  Mom will probably keep
the house until Heather leaves home.  That's years away.  You'd have to get
a place of your own and that's an expense.  I'd hate to see you and Mom
going through all that."

   "I appreciate your concern."

   "How's your sex life?"

   Danny thought his father would object to that question also but he just
shrugged his shoulders and said, "It could be better.  Apparently not as
good as yours," he said with a chuckle.  "By the way, your mom says
Margaret McCormick is interested in a threesome with you and her daughter."

   "I didn't know about that," said the genuinely surprised young man.  Mom
must have really busy while I was fucking Devon thought Danny.  "I guess
Mrs.  McCormick isn't above cheating on her husband.  Do you think Mom is
above cheating on you?"

   "I'd like to think so," said the young man's father, "but you can never
tell about a person even when you've known them half your life.  Now, I
have a question.  Where is all this leading to?"

   "That's a fair enough question, Dad.  It's an offer I've already made.
I'd like to introduce you to some young and beautiful women.  They like
older married men because they have a bit more money than a young guy just
starting out.  They won't be seeking commitment unless you're filthy rich.
I believe that leaves you out."

   "That's true."

   "For that same reason, they'll dump you if try to seek a commitment from
them.  You'd know that up front."

   "That sounds fair."

   "They're not bimbos.  They're mostly coeds and career women who are into
social climbing but who wouldn't mind dinner and dancing with a handsome
and mature man such as yourself.  You'd have to use your own charm to get
them to sleep with you.  I've met them through friends of mine.  Best of
all, they're discreet.  They don't want to be mixed up in someone else's
domestic mess.  How does that sound?"

   "It sounds great, Danny but it just brings up more questions.  Why are
you making this offer?  Perhaps I've reformed and have no further interest
in cheating on your mother.  Most important of all is; what's in it for
you? Why in the world would you want to help me cheat on your mother?"

   "Those are both good questions, Dad.  I'm glad you asked them because it
gives me the opportunity to be perfectly honest with you.  The answers, by
the way, also put me at risk of losing your love and any regard you might
have for me."

   "Gosh, I don't think so, Danny unless you're thinking of doing away with
me for the insurance money.  Heh, heh!  Your mother gets that."

   "It's nothing like that.  It's, well, I'd like your permission to make a
play for Mom."

   "Are you crazy, boy?  When your mother complained about you making some
moves on her I thought she was exaggerating.  I guess she wasn't
exaggerating at all." Maybe I was right about having him committed when
Lani complained about him thought Patrick.  My son, the nut case.

   "She probably wasn't, Dad, and yeah, I guess I am crazy for even
thinking about making a move on my own mother but haven't you ever had
fantasies about a relative; like Aunt Lorna for instance?"

   Patrick laughed.  "Oh, I used to spy on my sister all the time.  I
occasionally got lucky, too but I never got physical with her."

   "But did you ever want to?"

   "Sure, I did but that didn't make it right." I often wanted to jump her
bones thought the older man.

   "I understand that, Dad.  So you feel I ought to forget about this
fantasy I have about Mom, huh?"

   "You're absolutely right about that, Danny.  I don't see anything good
coming out of this.  Your mother is my wife, after all, and I feel kind of
possessive toward her."

   "That's precisely why I was asking your permission, Dad.  If I was
someone off the street I wouldn't care what your feelings were, isn't that
right?"

   "That's right but if you were someone off the street your mother
wouldn't necessarily be talking to you much less cheating on me with you."

   "I'm usually not the type to brag, Dad but I can spot a vulnerable woman
a mile away and Mom is one vulnerable woman.  If I wasn't her son I'd own
her right now.  Believe me, someone is going to own Mom some day soon and
it won't be you.  It would be a real tragedy if some strange guy gave your
wife a sexually transmitted disease because she was feeling ignored.  Don't
you agree?"

   "Yeah, that would be tragic.  Hmm, now I'm feeling guilty about all the
time I spend away from home.  Perhaps I should spend my time romancing your
mother."

   "That would help solve your problems with Mom." Danny reached into a
desk drawer and brought out a picture.  He handed the picture to his dad
and said, "Do you remember meeting Clara last year?"

   "Oh, yeah," said Patrick enthusiastically.  "She's a real beauty. 
Clara's not the one you were thinking about me dating, is she?"

   "No, not Clara.  I want to introduce you to her older sister, Carmen. 
Carmen is incredibly beautiful also as I'm sure you'll agree when you meet
her.  I can make a phone call right now to find out when she's available
for you to meet.  When's a good time for you, Friday night or would
Saturday night be better?"

   "I didn't say I wanted to meet her, Danny.  Look, I'm going to pretend
this conversation didn't ever take place.  Do you understand me, young
man?"

   "Sure, Dad.  I understand you perfectly," said his son.  "However, if
there's ever anything I can do for you now or in the future I'm sure you'll
know where to find me."

   "I appreciate that, Danny." The young man watched his dad leave.  Well,
at least I got him thinking thought Danny as he placed Clara's picture back
in the desk drawer.  It would be nice if he got his dad to compromise
himself in some way.  Since the conversation "didn't ever take place" Danny
would continue to see what he could do to seduce his mom.

   "Those are pretty flowers, Mom.  Did you get them?" said Heather.

   "No, I didn't get them," said Lani.  "They are lovely though.  I guess
your father did.  That was nice of him." Patrick always bought Lani flowers
when he thought he was in trouble with her.  Otherwise it was just for
special occasions like her birthday or Mothers Day.  Lani hadn't noticed
the bouquet until Heather pointed them out while she was setting the table
for supper.

   "There's no card so they could be from anyone.  Maybe you have a secret
admirer," Heather teased.

   "I don't think so," said Lani as her face colored up to a bright pink.
"Since there's no card the bouquet might be for you from your secret
admirer."

   "I wish boys were sending me flowers," laughed Heather.

   "They will soon enough, darling." Too soon as far as Lani was concerned.
Margaret's comment about boys hitting on Devon and Heather still bothered
her.  "I hope you're not influenced by what happened between Devon and your
brother.  That wasn't right."

   "Don't worry, Mom.  I like Devon but I'm not like Devon if you know what
I mean."

   "I know exactly what you mean and I'm glad," declared her mother.

   "Besides, I haven't met the love of my life like Devon seems to think
she has with Danny."

   "I'm not sure Danny is right for Devon."

   "I'm not sure Danny is right for anyone human.  He's such a pig in the
bathroom," said Heather.

   "I heard that," said Danny as he walked in.  "From now on I'm leaving
the toilet seat up."

   "Me and my big mouth."

   "I think it's a male trait.  Your father's the same way," said Lani.

   "I have one bad habit and that's all she talks about," said Patrick who
had walked in behind Danny.

   Lani only rolled her eyeballs.  "Thanks for the bouquet, honey.  The
flowers are lovely."

   "They're not from me.  Danny?"

   "The bouquet's from me, Mom, to thank you for the nice evening out."

   "Oh, well, thank you for your thoughtfulness, Danny.  You certainly
didn't have to do anything like that.  Shall I serve supper now?" Lani felt
flustered.  She wanted to give her son a hug and a kiss but wouldn't that
just encourage him?

   "The next time you're buying flowers think about your little sister,"
Heather called to his brother as he was climbing the stairs to his room
after supper.

   "You should check your room before making a statement like that," Danny
called back.  He heard Heather gasp.  She raced past him and into her room.
Danny slipped into his room and waited.  He wondered why he was buying
flowers for his sister when he was at the florist.  He guessed it was his
sixth sense telling him it would be a good idea since he was there already.
At least he hoped that was what it was telling him.  His bedroom door burst
open and Heather rushed into his arms.  Danny started kissing Heather and
his sister kissed him back.  The young man anticipated a protest when he
gripped his sister's hips and rubbed his inflating prick against her belly
but none came.

   When Danny finally broke the kiss Heather looked shy but not
embarrassed. "Wow!  I wish I could afford to bring you flowers every day
with a thank you like that." He kicked his door shut in case their mom or
dad walked by.

   "They're my first flowers.  They're beautiful.  Thank you," Heather
gushed.  "I don't even care that they came from my brother.  Oops!  Sorry,"
his little sister said.  This time she looked embarrassed.

   "Don't worry about it."

   "Did you get flowers for Devon?"

   "Not a chance," Danny declared.  "Devon's minor league compared to you."

   "Hey!  That's my best friend you're talking about," protested Heather
but then giggled.  "I thought that since you and Devon were here..."

   "I didn't want Devon.  I wanted you."

   "Gosh, Danny!  I'm your sister," Heather protested.  "I can't do that
with you."

   "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by telling you how I feel," said Danny.
He noticed that Heather hadn't backed away or seemed repulsed by his
confession.  He leaned down to kiss his sister again and she allowed it. 
When they came up for air the young man started pulling Heather towards his
bed.

   "I have to help Mom with the dishes," Heather said and started pulling
back.

   Danny nodded and let go of his sister's hand.  "Let me come to your room
tonight, please?" Heather shook her head and fled his room.  The young man
sighed and sat down on his bed.  That was a dumb move Danny thought.  He
had more on his plate already than he was comfortable with.  He should be
concentrating on his mother to the exclusion of everything else.  If
Heather complained, well, at least he hadn't tried anything more than
kissing her.



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   Chapter 5

   Danny was tempted to go to his sister's room and try to sweet talk his
way into her bed that night but thought better of it and just went to
sleep. That didn't stop the young man from dreaming about joining Heather
and fucking her brains out.  He usually didn't remember his dreams but this
one was particularly vivid.

   Danny liked to sleep in on Sundays.  The Dwyer family wasn't
particularly religious and didn't regularly attend church although Patrick
was very devout when it came to his Sunday trip to the country club for a
round of golf.  When Danny finally got up it was pretty late in the morning
and he wandered down to the kitchen.

   "It's about time you're up," said Heather.  "I can't believe you can
sleep this late.  The rest of us have been up for hours.  Devon and I want
to go shopping at the mall.  You're elected to take us."

   "Do you realize you sound like a complete nag?" said Danny as he opened
the refrigerator door.

   "Okay, how about this?" Heather responded.  "Oh, please, pretty please.
I'll become your devoted sex slave if you take us to the mall."

   "Heather!" her mother snapped.  "How can you say such a thing!" Lani had
been reading the Sunday newspaper and ignoring her children until she heard
her daughter's remark.

   "I was just kidding, Mom."

   "I don't appreciate that type of humor from you."

   "Well, it sounds like a fair exchange to me," said Danny.

   "And I especially don't like your sense of humor," said Lani and gave
her son a withering glare.  "Get what you want out of the refrigerator and
close that door.  You're letting all the cold out."

   "Good morning, Mom," Danny said as he let the door shut.  He smiled and
winked at Heather who returned his smile.  It looks like Heather isn't
upset about the pass I made at her last night thought Danny.

   Danny's resolution to concentrate his attention exclusively on his
mother was fading fast as the young man watched his little sister move
around the kitchen.  He'd seen better developed 14 year old girls but her
peaches and cream complexion and perfect smile more than made up for her
small breasts and slim hips.  "Give me about 20 minutes and I'll be ready
to drive you two to the mall," said Danny.

   "I just have to brush my teeth," said Heather.  "Devon should be here in
a couple of minutes."

   "I'll see you when I get back," Danny told his mom as he walked out the
door.  Lani nodded her head but didn't say anything.

   Danny didn't mind acting as Heather's chauffeur.  He owned a used Honda
Civic that his parents gave him when he got his drivers license.  It looked
okay and it still drove okay.  It got him where he wanted to go.  The Honda
wasn't as nice or prestigious as the muscle cars some of his friends drove
but at least he didn't have to deal with their insurance premiums.

   The girls always rode in the back seat and chatted but when Heather got
in this time Devon closed the door behind her and climbed into the front
seat with Danny.  Devon smiled adoringly at the young man as she buckled
her seat belt.  Danny chanced a peek back at his sister and could tell
Heather was annoyed with her friend for abandoning her in the back seat. 
Devon put her hand on Danny's thigh as he pulled onto the street and
started caressing him.  Danny didn't mind that but wondered what Heather
was thinking as she had a clear view of what was happening from where she
was sitting.

   After dropping the girls off at the mall Danny drove straight back home.
He'd be alone with his mother and wanted to see if he could use some charm
with her this time.  The flowers were to pave the way for that but she
seemed awfully irritated when he saw her less than an hour before.  Damn!
Lani's car was in the driveway when he left and now it was gone.  A check
through the house confirmed that his mother wasn't home.  She was obviously
avoiding him.

   No big deal thought Danny.  I'll just explore.  He walked into his
parent's bedroom just as he had countless times before but now he felt like
a burglar.  The young man wasn't sure what he was looking for but he did
know that he wanted to know his mother more intimately, something that
would help him in his seduction.  He wasn't getting impatient.  It had been
less than a week since he first made a pass at his mother and so far, it
had been fun.

   Danny didn't find anything incriminating, certainly nothing he could
blackmail his mother with but he really didn't look that hard.  The one
place that the young man lingered at was where his mother kept her intimate
apparel.  They certainly aren't very daring Danny thought.  Lani's panties
were relatively conservative and utilitarian rather than sexy.  There were
no bikini style panties or thongs at all.  He guessed his mother's sex life
was as boring as her underwear.  Well, her son would try to change that.

   The doorbell rang and Danny went to answer it.  Mrs.  McCormick was at
the door.  "Devon's at the mall right now, Mrs.  McCormick.  I just came
back from dropping off her and Heather."

   "I know that, Danny.  I saw that you were alone and I wanted to talk to
you," said his next door neighbor.  "In private," she added.

   "Come on in, Mrs.  McCormick," said Danny and stepped aside for the
woman.

   "I should be very angry with you, young man," said Mrs.  McCormick when
she sat down on the living room couch.

   "Why is that, Mrs.  McCormick?" As if I didn't know thought Danny.

   "You seduced my daughter, Devon.  That's why I should be angry with
you," said the girl's mother.  "She's only 14 years old, you know."

   Danny gasped and acted completely abashed at being found out.  "I-I'm
sorry, Mrs.  McCormick.  You're right.  I did take advantage of Devon and
it was wrong of me.  I should never have done it and again, I apologize. 
It will never happen again." a "Oh, I'm not saying it shouldn't happen
again," said Mrs.  McCormick quickly.

   "I don't understand.  Are you saying it should happen again?"

   "Well, my daughter is sweet and pretty and sexy and you're only human."
The woman giggled.

   "Devon is all that but I sincerely doubt if there's anything human about
me.  I mean, it was so wrong of me."

   "You're being too hard on yourself.  Devon is absolutely thrilled with
you and I am too.  I was just teasing about being angry with you."

   "No, Mrs.  McCormick.  My mother is absolutely right.  She says that
Devon is too nice of a girl for the likes of me."

   "Your mother?  What the hell business...  I mean, what does she mean by
that?"

   Danny sat down beside Devon's mother, leaned over confidentially and
whispered, "She knows about my little secret."

   "What secret is that?" Mrs.  McCormick whispered back.

   "It's a secret," the young man whispered again.

   "I won't tell anybody," Mrs.  McCormick hissed.  "I think I deserve to
know."

   "Well, if you promise not tell anyone else I'll tell you."

   "I promise," said Mrs.  McCormick.

   "It's like this," said Danny.  "My relationship with a girl starts out
okay but after a few dates I'll make her lie over my knee and then I'll
spank her."

   "You spank girls?" Mrs.  McCormick seemed appalled.

   "They're bare assed when I spank them," Danny added.  "I can't help it."

   "What, uh, do you use to spank the girl's bottom with?"

   "Just my bare hand but it's 20 swats at a minimum.  But that's not the
worst of it," Danny added.  He casually laid his hand on Margaret's thigh
and caressed it.  The older woman looked down at Danny's wandering hand but
didn't try to stop him.

   "What?  What's the worst of it?" Margaret demanded.

   Danny ignored the woman's question and said, "May I call you Margaret? I
can't confide like this with anyone I don't feel close to." He placed his
free arm around Margaret's shoulder.

   "Oh, of course, Danny.  I want you to feel as comfortable with me as you
need to," said Margaret.

   "Thank you, Margaret.  I don't know how I could have told you if we had
remained so formal with each other." Danny's hand was now brushing against
Margaret's crotch.  The older woman was conscious of the young man's every
move but she had no desire to stop him or even slow him down.

   "Finish it, Danny.  Tell me everything." She felt the top snap of her
jeans come undone.

   "After I spank you I'll fuck you without any regard for your feelings
and call you a slut for your troubles."

   "You would do that to me?"

   "Excuse me?"

   "You said 'after I spank you' referring to me."

   "I'm sorry, Margaret.  It must have been a slip of the tongue.  I would
never do that to a mature woman or at least, I've never tried it with a
mature woman, only with young, pretty girls like Devon."

   "I'm not that mature, Danny.  I'm only 29 years old."

   Yeah, right.  "Gosh, you must have been a child bride."

   "I was a child bride," Margaret affirmed.  "Because of that I missed out
on the dating scene and meeting other boys."

   "How did you meet Mr.  McCormick?"

   "It was an arranged marriage."

   "Gee, Margaret.  If you weren't married I'd treat you just like a
fucking slut; just like any other girl I date."

   "I know you're just trying to flatter me, Danny but I love you for it."
Margaret spread her legs to give the young man better access to her charms
but Danny took that opportunity to remove his hand.

   "I think I'd better stop before I lose control of myself, Margaret. 
What would Mr.  McCormick say if he found us like this?"

   "He'd better not say a goddamned word," yelled Margaret.  She stood up
and started taking off her clothes.  "How do you want me?"

   "I want you buck naked and over my knee, of course," said Danny. 
"Weren't you listening, slut?" Margaret immediately obeyed her young
neighbor.  She was surprised how quickly the boy took control.  The older
woman came to seduce and control Danny but she was the one who was seduced
and controlled.  Margaret began to doubt if her daughter was capable of
handling Danny.  He was much more mature than the average 17 year old.  An
older woman might be better able to handle him, someone like me she
thought.

   Devon had inherited her mother's red hair and complexion except that the
older woman had fewer freckles.  Although the woman could stand to lose a
few pounds, in Danny's humble opinion, the teenager was filled with
admiration with how well Margaret took care of herself.

   Margaret McCormick lay prostrate and naked across Danny's lap.  She
didn't like pain and was having second thoughts but didn't want Danny to
think she was a wimp or a coward.  Danny, for his part, had never spanked
anyone in his life and was unsure of how to go about it.  He knew the
mechanics, of course, but he wondered if there was some sort of technique
involved.  The young man wished he'd done some reading on the subject. 
There were tons of spanking websites but Danny had just looked at the
pictures.

   Danny ran his hand lightly over the woman's smooth bottom, hauled back
and smacked her right cheek.  Margaret gasped and a large red mark formed
on the affected rear cheek.  Five more swats followed quickly with Danny
endeavoring to keep both sides of her ass evenly red.

   "Please, Danny.  I don't think I can take any more.  Please stop,"
Margaret begged.  There were tears streaming from her eyes.  Danny gave her
a disgusted look but was secretly glad.  The palm of his hand was throbbing
in pain.  There must be more to this spanking than meets the eye thought
the young man.

   "You're the first to start crying before ten swats, slut," said Danny.

   "I'm sorry," Margaret wailed.  She was afraid this was going to happen
and it did.

   "Get up and get dressed, Mrs.  McCormick.  This isn't going to work
out."

   Margaret was mortified.  Danny was back to being formal with her and
wasn't going to fuck her.  "Aren't we going to...  ?"

   "No," Danny interrupted.  "I'm afraid you might not be able to take it."

   "I'm sorry," Margaret whined.  "Please give me another chance.  That's
something I'm good at."

   "I find that hard to believe but we'll see." Danny grabbed Margaret's
hand, pulled her up and then bent her over the back of the couch.  He
zipped down the fly of his jeans and freed his stiff prick.  Without any
ceremony the teen's prick plunged into the depths of Margaret's pussy in
one swift move.  She was plenty wet.  She was also pretty tight for a
married woman to Danny's mind but he really didn't have a way to compare
since Margaret was his first.

   Danny had already promised not to hold back and he really didn't care
about Margaret having an orgasm so he did his best to get off quickly. 
Margaret didn't try to say anything although she grunted each time Danny
thrust into her and then let out a high pitched squeal when she felt the
teen shoot his wad inside her.

   Danny and Margaret were both trying to catch their breaths when they
heard a slight cough behind them.  They jumped in fright and saw Danny's
father standing at the kitchen door.

   "You're back early, Dad," said Danny as he stuffed his prick back in his
jeans and zipped up.

   "Are you implying I wasn't supposed to see that?  Oh, well, my golf game
sucked big time so I quit early."

   "This isn't what you think it is, Patrick," said Margaret.  She was
suddenly feeling very modest and started to retrieve her clothing.

   "Oh," said Patrick.  "For a minute there I thought you two were fucking.
You can explain to me later what it really was but you should know that
your husband just pulled up in your driveway and he might be looking for
you."

   "Th-thanks," said Margaret and pulled her panties on.  When she was
finally dressed Margaret looked at Danny and said, "You're a bastard, you
know," then hugged the young man and strolled out the front door.

   "That was quite a performance, Danny."

   "Thanks, Dad.  I was adlibbing the entire time."

   "I'm glad your mother wasn't here to see it.  She probably would have
given it thumbs down."

   Danny shrugged.  "You're right there."

   "Do you still want to make that phone call to Carmen?"

   "Uh, yeah.  What made you change your mind?"

   "It's just something between your mother and me.  I still don't like the
idea of you making a play for your mother but I'll play dumb for now or as
dumb as I can and I'll deny all knowledge of your plan in case anything
backfires.  Just remember, she's quite capable of cutting off your fuzzy
nuts and hanging them from the mantel piece if you're not careful.  Don't
come crying if that happens because you'll get no sympathy from me.  Do you
understand that?"

   "Yes sir, I understand," said Danny.  Whatever happened between his
parents might have accounted for his mom's sour mood that morning.  Well,
it was time to shit or get off the pot as the philosopher said.  Still,
there was a lot to think about from his father's warning.  Danny's musings
were cut short by a phone call.  Heather and Devon wanted to be picked up
at the mall.

   Their visit to the mall wasn't as long as usual and Danny noticed a
tension between the two girls.  Devon got in the front seat with Danny
again and started up her flirting.  Heather didn't say a word.

   "Would you like to come over to my house, Danny?" Devon said when they
pulled in the driveway.

   "No, thanks," said Danny.  Devon pouted her lips and then smiled.

   "See you, Heather," said Devon.

   "See you," Heather responded.  Danny figured the two had a disagreement
going which had happened before during their friendship so he didn't think
much about it.  His mother returned a couple of hours later and he had a
lot to think about.



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   Chapter 6

   Danny didn't get a chance to catch his mom alone for the rest of the
day. There was a math test scheduled for the week and that was one of his
weak subjects.  He did feel some obligation toward his school work.  He
also had to make a phone call to arrange a meeting with Carmen and possibly
a date for his dad.

   Danny made the phone call and talked to Clara who promised to talk to
her sister.  Then he tried to study but the young man couldn't concentrate.
If he wasn't thinking of his mother he was thinking of his sister.  Danny
had been laid twice in two days with Devon and her mother.  That should
have left him satisfied for the time being but it had the opposite effect.
He needed more, a lot more.  The trouble was that Devon or Margaret
couldn't fill that need, or any other girl he knew for that matter.  The
only exceptions were his mother and yeah, Heather, his sister.  This isn't
very smart Danny told himself but he wasn't going to let logical reasoning
and common sense get in the way of what he wanted to do.

   Finally pushing himself away from his desk Danny stood up and opened his
bedroom door.  He was just in time to see Heather starting downstairs. 
"Hey, little girl, do you want to come to my room?  I have something to
show you."

   "What do you want to show me, mister?" said Heather getting into the
act.

   "My etchings, of course," Danny answered and leered at his sister.

   "I don't know, mister.  My mother told me never to go into rooms with
strangers.  Can I trust you?"

   "Of course, you can trust me.  You can trust me with your life," Danny
soothed.

   "It's not my life I'm worried about, mister.  It's my virtue"

   "Heather Ann Dwyer, will you come down here please?" Heather always
cringed when she heard her full name being called by her mother.  It could
only mean she was in some sort of trouble.  She hadn't noticed her mother
at the bottom of the stairs.

   "Coming, Mother," said Heather and shrugged her shoulders at her brother
before continuing downstairs.  Danny merely shrugged back and closed the
door to his room.

   Lani wasn't spying.  She was passing the foot of the stairs when she
heard her children's conversation.  At any other time she would have just
ignored them but after recent events every sexual innuendo was exaggerated
in the woman's mind.  Was Danny trying to seduce his sister?  He's already
seduced Devon and he's trying to seduce me thought Lani.  If he was trying
something, Lani meant to find out and bring it to a screeching halt.

   "I asked you just this morning to refrain from this suggestive banter
with your brother.  You could talk like that to the wrong person and then
you could be in big trouble without realizing it." Lani and her daughter
were sitting at the kitchen table.

   "Danny started it," Heather complained.  "Why aren't you talking to
him?"

   "For one thing," Lani explained, "I've just about given up on reasoning
with your brother.  I think there's still hope for you.  For another thing,
you're becoming a very attractive young woman and I don't want any innocent
flirting backfiring on you.  Devon's mother has already told me about boys
trying to hit on you two."

   "That's been happening for years, Mom.  I know how to take care of
myself around guys."

   Years?  It didn't seem that long ago to Lani when Heather was still
playing with dolls.  "Then I guess you're being sensible for now but next
year you'll be in high school meeting much older boys, some as old as your
brother.  Just out of curiosity how long has Danny been teasing you like
that?" Lani hoped she wasn't being too obvious.

   "Only as long as all the other boys, Mom," Heather replied.

   "Oh," said Lani.  "Well, promise me you'll tell me if any boy wants to
go beyond the flirting stage.  I don't want to see you hurt."

   "Don't worry, Mom," said Heather.  "If any guy tries to get fresh with
me you'll be the first to know." She waited a beat and then said, "Unless,
of course, the guy is really cute and then I might wait and see what
develops."

   "This is serious, Heather," exclaimed her mother and then sighed in
frustration.  "Why is it every time I try to have a serious conversation in
this house you or your father or your brother wants to be a comedian?"

   "You are being pretty sensitive lately, Mom, even before yesterday.  Do
you want to talk about it?  Is it Dad, Danny or me?"

   "It's not you, dear," said Lani, "and thank you for being so concerned
but it's something I'm afraid I'll have to work out for myself."

   "Well, I'm a good listener if you want to talk, Mom, despite what you
may think at times." Heather reached over and gave her mother a big hug. 
"I love you," she added.

   "And I love you, darling," said Lani.  She hugged her daughter back and
felt better than she had all week.  She had called Heather down to chastise
and warn her and received words of comfort in return which she badly
needed. No, she needn't worry about Heather.

   Heather knocked on her brother's door and peeked her head through.  "I'm
here, mister.  Do you still want to show me those etchings?"

   "Come on in," said Danny.  "What did Mom want?"

   "She wanted me to promise to stop flirting with boys so that I might
still be pure on my wedding night," she declared dramatically and then
giggled.  She sat down on the edge of her brother's bed.  Danny was sitting
at his desk.

   "I'm sorry to hear that," said Danny dryly.

   "Me too," Heather responded.  "Will you do me a favor?"

   "If I can I will.  What do you need?"

   "I need rides to school.  Devon and I are on the outs right now.  Mom
can bring me home."

   "I noticed you two acted a little tense with each other this morning. 
What happened?"

   "A girl likes to keep some secrets, mister.  You sure are snoopy.  Are
you going to give me a ride or not?"

   "I will if you tell me what happened between you and Devon."

   "You tell me something I want to know first," Heather insisted.

   "Okay," said her brother.  "What do you want to know?"

   "I want to know what's going on between you and Mom and I don't want
some bullshit lie.  If you want to talk about tense, Mom is really on edge
and I think you're the cause."

   "I think you're imagining it," said Danny.  "Mom always seems to be
upset about something.  It's not always about me."

   "I think it's all about you this time," Heather pressed, "and it started
the day you asked Mom out to the movies, last Monday."

   "Okay, Nancy Drew, you found me out.  I'm the one who stole the top
secret plans for the atomic powered rocket ship but you'll never get me or
the plans.  I have an enemy submarine waiting for me just off the coast. 
They're picking me up at midnight.  I'll just tie you up so you won't be
able to alert the authorities.  By the time you get loose I'll be long gone
along with your beloved country's precious plans."

   "Fine, smart ass," said Heather.  "I'll just tell Mom to tell you to
give me rides to school." She got up to leave.

   "Hold on a minute," said anny.  "I'll give you a ride any time you want
one.  You know that." That seemed to mollify Heather because she sat down
again.

   "I still want to know why Mom is so upset with you," she said.  Danny
sighed deeply.  The young man could lie credibly when it suited his
purposes and he had a reasonable lie all prepared but he was curious to
know how his sister would react to his plans.  Perhaps telling Heather
would sabotage all his plans but perhaps not.

   "Can you keep a secret?"

   "I sure can," said Heather nodding her head emphatically.

   Danny got up from his chair and sat back down on the bed beside Heather.
"If this gets out I'm dead meat," he whispered in a serious tone.  Heather
nodded again and leaned toward her brother to better hear his secret.  "I'm
putting the moves on Mom," he said.  For some reason he was more nervous
than when he told his dad the same thing.

   "For what," Heather asked.

   "For what do you think, dummy," said Danny and ran his hand up and down
her thigh to give her a clue.

   Heather gasped.  "Oh, my god!  You've got to be kidding," she squealed.

   "Keep it down, dammit!"

   "You're putting the moves on Mom?" she said at a more reasonable volume.
"I don't believe it.  You can't do that, can you?  No wonder Mom is
freaking out.  What if Dad finds out?  He'll kill you.  Why are you doing
this?"

   "For the challenge of it, I guess," said Danny.  "Don't ask me for a
rational explanation.  All that I know is that Mom was looking so good the
other day I decided I wanted her."

   "But that's crazy."

   "I know.  It was crazy to do Devon yesterday.  It was crazy to do
Devon's mother this morning."

   Heather gasped again.  "You did Devon's mother?  Oh, my god!  You've got
to be kidding.  I don't believe it.  I hope Devon's father doesn't find
out. He'll kill you.  I wonder what Devon will think if she finds out you
did her mom.  You didn't rape her, did you?"

   "No, I didn't rape her.  She was pretty willing."

   "Devon will kill her mom for trying to steal you away from her."

   Danny chuckled.  "I don't think Mrs.  McCormick wants to steal me away
from her daughter.  I think she wanted me to know that she was a bonus
attraction to her daughter.  And by the way, Devon doesn't have me for her
mother to steal.  I fucked her.  I didn't marry her."

   "That's not what you'd think if you listened to Devon.  I'm sick of
listening to her already."

   "Oh, is that happened between you and her?"

   "Not exactly.  She thinks she's the mature and experienced one now and I
should follow her advice."

   "What exactly is her advice?"

   Heather blushed before she spoke.  "She thinks I ought to let some guy
do me like you did her."

   It sounds likes Devon doesn't like to be the only slut among the two of
them thought Danny.  "That's not a bad idea as long as it's the right guy,"
said Danny.  Heather blushed again.  For the first time she seemed to
notice that her brother's hand had remained on her thigh.  All of a sudden
it felt red hot although she was wearing jeans.

   "Uh, how far have you gone with Mom?"

   "About this far," he said and leaned down to give his sister a long
lingering kiss.  Heather didn't resist and brought her arms around Danny's
shoulders.  She flinched a bit when Danny cupped her tit but didn't
protest.

   "You're about all caught up with Mom," said Danny when he broke the
kiss. "Progress is slow."

   "Mom wants me to report any guy who goes beyond the flirting stage," she
said breathlessly.

   "And are you going to report me?" Heather answered that by renewing
their kiss.  Danny's hands began to roam freely but when his hand reached
for the top snap of her jeans Heather pushed him away gently.

   "You're too fast for me," Heather protested.  "I, uh, have to get used
to this."

   "I'm a take charge type of guy, babe," said Danny but relented
nonetheless.  He had to remember that their parents could pop their heads
in at any moment.  That would be a disaster.  He also didn't want to scare
off his sister at a delicate moment but he wanted to make some things clear
to her.  "Listen, Heather.  I'll try not to overwhelm you and push you into
anything you don't think you're ready for.  At the same I now consider you
my girl.  That means no more flirting with any other guys and I certainly
don't want you following Devon's lead.  Do you understand?"

   "That won't be a problem," said his sister.  Despite having an
independent streak she found she didn't mind Danny deciding things for her.

   "You can continue to wear your jeans to school or wherever but I want to
see you in feminine wear like skirts or dresses when you're with me.  Don't
wear a bra around the house.

   "You might want to consider getting on birth control.  I use a condom
most of the time but not always and they're not 100% reliable anyway.  I
expect complete loyalty from you even above what you show Mom and Dad.  You
might expect that I still intend to seduce Mom and you'd be right.  I may
call on you to help me but not in any way that would compromise you.  If
the shit hits the fan I'll be taking the full blame.  Do you have any
questions?"

   "Should I start calling you Master?" she deadpanned.  She wanted to let
him know she wasn't a complete door mat.

   Danny wanted to be completely serious but he couldn't help laughing. 
"Absolutely not," he said.  "If you feel uncomfortable with any of this
just say so and we'll pretend this conversation didn't take place.  I do
expect you to keep the secret I told you.  Well?"

   "I hate the idea of you trying to seduce Mom.  I don't want you to hurt
her."

   "That's why I'm taking things slow and easy," the young man said.  "I
don't think I would have gotten as far as I have if Mom and Dad were happy
together.  If things get too hot I'll abandon my plan.  It's as simple as
that."

   "Are you still going to do Devon and her mom?"

   "If I decide to I will.  That's my prerogative.  Does that bother you?"

   "Yes, but I don't think I can do anything about it." Heather took a deep
breath and said, "It all sounds pretty one sided to me but, well, when do
we start?"

   "I'd like to seal our agreement with a kiss if that's all right with
you. I'll give you time to think about it if you'd like."

   "I would like to think it over if you don't mind," said Heather.  She
got up and looked at her brother for a few moments.  It was as if she was
meeting a stranger for the first time.  The word Neanderthal crept into her
mind.  Heather never knew her brother had such a caveman mentality.  The
young teenager was surprised her brother was allowing her any time to
think. The whole thing did bother her a little but not too much.  "Good
night," she said and left the room.

   Lani was pleased Heather had started distancing herself from Devon.  The
less influence that woman and her daughter had on Heather the better. 
Margaret's views on premarital and extramarital sex were too advanced for
her.  Lani wasn't a virgin when she married.  She wasn't even a virgin when
she met Patrick but at least she was older than these children when she
gave away her virginity to a smooth-talking and handsome college junior. 
Lani was a college freshman at the time.

   Lani's trip down memory lane was interrupted by the children walking
into the kitchen.  Another advantage to Heather riding to school with her
brother would be that Lani would feel safer from her son's advances.  Danny
wouldn't dare accost her with Heather still around waiting for a ride. 
Well, that was a temporary solution at best.  She still had to stop her
son's antics completely before someone was hurt.

   Heather didn't sleep very well the night before.  She kept having second
thoughts about the commitments she was about to make to her brother.  It
almost felt like they were getting married.  Her entire fate would be
sealed with a kiss.  Danny had made it clear he wasn't playing a game. 
Twelve hours before he was just her brother and now he would become her
lover and who knew what else.  And what would Heather become: an accomplice
to their mother's seduction?  That still bothered her.

   Danny didn't sleep very well the night before.  He kept having second
thoughts about the commitments he wanted from his sister but that was his
style with other girls in his life and if they didn't like it he dumped
them.  He saw no reason to change just because a blood relation was
involved.  That included his mother as well.

   Danny parked the car on the same deserted road that he brought his
mother the previous Friday evening.  There was still plenty of time to get
to school.  Any views were blocked out by a morning mist.  He looked at his
sister.  She looked incredibly beautiful.  He half wished Heather would
back out and just be his little sister again.  The young man knew his
sister couldn't help but be corrupted by him.  Danny knew the other half of
him would be extremely disappointed if she did back out.

   Heather kept waiting for her brother to say something but he was silent.
It was nerve wracking.  She finally figured out the ball was in her court.
The sales pitch was over.  A buying decision had to be made.  He wanted a
yes or a no or...  Heather knew what was she was doing consciously.  She
was leaning toward her brother, taking him in her arms and kissing him. 
All existing doubts were pushed aside along with any thought of the
possible consequences.  Oh gosh, she didn't want the kiss to stop.  When
they finally broke the kiss she said, "I guess I belong to you now."



   ------

   Chapter 7

   "I'll help you seduce Mom but I want her to do it with you because she
wants to do it with you," Heather declared.

   "How are you going to accomplish that?" said Danny.  "She's not exactly
being at her most cooperative."

   "Can you blame her?" Danny just shrugged his shoulders.  He didn't have
an answer to that.  His sister's commitment to him was about five minutes
old and she was already trying to tell him how to do things.  "I'll think
about it at school today.  We'll talk more when I see you at home," she
said as got out of the car.

   "Yes, dear," Danny replied with a smirk and began to maneuver out of the
parking lot.

   If Danny thinks I'm just going to be his sex toy he's got another
thought coming Heather decided.  There was no way she was going allow her
mother to be hurt if there was any way to prevent it.  She worried about
her father too.  She wished she knew what was going on between the two of
them.  That would determine her decision on whether to allow Danny to do
his own thing and try to seduce their mother or to try and block her
brother's efforts.  Heather realized she pledged a higher loyalty to Danny
than to her parents but that shouldn't stop her from gathering more
information.  That might help Danny also the young teenager rationalized.

   When Heather got home she went upstairs to change.  Danny's new dress
code was in effect and she wanted to please him.  Looking through her
closets she discovered that most of the skirts and dresses she had were too
formal for casual wear.  Wearing them would cause her mother to start
asking questions.  Virtually all of her casual wear were jeans, shorts and
tops.  She'd have to do some serious shopping the next time she went to the
mall.

   In desperation the young teenager searched the closet for things she had
put aside to get rid of.  Heather picked a dress she hadn't worn since she
was eleven and tried it on.  It was perfect.  Although she had grown taller
and had started to fill out since then the dress still fit, although
barely. The main feature was that the hem barely covered her upper thighs
and allowed her to show off her legs.  Heather thought she looked pretty
sexy.

   "You're not going outside dressed like that, young lady," declared Lani
when she saw Heather come into the living room.  It looked like her
daughter was dressing to seduce a pedophile and she would done a very good
job indeed.

   "Of course not, Mom," Heather replied obviously pleased by her mother's
reaction.  If it shocked her mom then Danny and any other red-blooded male
would be pleased.  "I'm just wearing this around the house.  I'm not going
anywhere."

   "Well, as long as it's just around the house.  You could cause an
accident going out like that."

   "Thanks, Mom.  Do you think I look sexy?"

   "Definitely!  Maybe we should go out and buy you some new play outfits,"
Lani suggested.  Patrick would probably have a heart attack if he saw his
daughter dressed like that and Danny already had enough lewd thoughts
floating around in his mind.  She didn't want her son to start having lewd
thoughts about his sister too.

   "That would be neat, Mom.  Maybe you could buy some play outfits for
yourself also."

   "Perhaps," replied Lani.  She hadn't shopped for clothes for a while and
it might be fun to do it with Heather.  "We'll go out this weekend and take
a look around." The front door rattled and they turned to see Danny walk
in.

   "Hi, Mom.  Hi, Heather.  Jeez, little sister, you're looking good!"

   "Mom thinks I look sexy.  What do you think?"

   "I completely agree with Mom."

   "I baked some cookies this afternoon, Danny.  They're in the kitchen."
Lani got nervous watching Danny being completely obvious while leering at
his sister.

   "Cool," said the young man and started for the kitchen.

   "I want some too," said Heather and started to follow her brother but
Lani caught her by the arm.

   "Did you see the way you're dressed affected your brother?" Lani
whispered.

   "Yeah, it was kind of neat wasn't it?"

   "No, it wasn't.  I'd appreciate it if you'd go upstairs and change."

   "Gosh, Mom.  If I can't dress like this around my own house where can I
do it?  I wear a lot less when I go swimming and that's in public."

   Lani sighed.  "You're right.  I'm sorry I'm being a prude.  Go get some
cookies before your brother eats them all." Lani realized she had a very
similar reaction to seeing Heather as Danny.

   "Thanks, Mom," said Heather and gave her mom a quick hug.  Lani sighed
again and followed her children out to the kitchen.

   The three talked about generalities around the kitchen table while
enjoying cookies and milk.  Lani didn't think anything of it when Heather
said she was going upstairs to do her homework until the older woman
suddenly realized she was alone in the kitchen with Danny.

   "Don't you have homework too?" said Lani.

   "Yes," said Danny.  He continued to sit and leer at his mother.

   Lani could feel herself beginning to blush.  "Don't you think you'd
better get started?  I have to get supper together."

   "Come here first," said the young man and moved his chair back.  "Come
sit on my lap."

   "I most certainly will not," snapped his mother.  "I'm tired of your
insolent behavior and I won't tolerate it any longer."

   "I was about to say something similar about your behavior, Mom."

   "What do you mean by that?  If I've done anything wrong it's because you
forced me into it."

   "Did I force you to rat on me to Mrs.  McCormick?  And you might have
felt forced to avoid me yesterday but I still didn't like it.  I think you
deserve twenty swats when I get around to spanking you; ten swats for each
incident.  Do you want to risk more?"

   "You wouldn't dare," Lani hissed.  "This has gone far enough."

   "Twenty-one," said Danny.

   "Twenty-one what?" said Lani but she was sure she knew.

   "Twenty-two," said the woman's son and tapped his knee.

   "Please stop this, Danny," Lani pleaded.

   "Twenty-three, twenty-four," he continued.  Lani almost knocked over her
own chair hurrying to sit in Danny's lap.  She had only to walk a few steps
but she felt out of breath.

   "I hate you," she blurted and then felt guilty for saying it.  She
didn't really hate her son but she hated what he was doing, didn't she? 
Lani put an arm around her son's shoulder.  She felt awkward, helpless and
undignified which she supposed was Danny's intent.  She hadn't sat on
anyone's lap since the early years of her marriage and that was with
Patrick.  The thought of her husband made her feel even guiltier.  "You
wouldn't really spank me, would you?" she asked in a little girl tone of
voice.  God, I'm blowing it she thought.

   "If you thought I was bluffing you wouldn't be sitting in my lap right
now," said Danny.  He put an arm around his mother's waist to steady her
and put his free hand on her thigh.  Lani didn't answer and didn't resist
when Danny kissed her.  She expected to be groped also but Danny didn't
make a move in that direction.  She wondered why.

   "May I get supper started now?" Lani said when he broke the kiss.

   "Heather sure looked cute, didn't she?" said Danny ignoring his mother's
request.

   "Uh, yes, she did," said Lani.  What is he up to now?

   "I'd like to see you in dresses more often, Mom."

   "That's a good idea," said Lani hoping to placate her son.  "I'll think
about it."

   "How about right now?"

   "Maybe tomorrow, okay?" said Lani.  "I certainly don't have anything
like Heather is wearing."

   "I think right now would be fine, Mom," Danny insisted.  "It doesn't
have to be anything like Heather has on.  Do you want me go up with you and
pick it?"

   "I can do it," said Lani as she got up quickly from Danny's lap and left
to change her clothes.  She came back wearing a simple dress that was
rather modest since the hem came down below her knees.  Danny seemed
pleased anyway.

   "I'm going to go do my homework," he said and left with a smile on his
face.  He had taken his mother on another small step in her training.  It
took very little persuasion to get her to cooperate.

   "Hi," said Heather when Danny opened the door to his room.  "I hope you
don't mind me doing my homework here." She was lying on his bed with a book
in her hand.  Her dress was hiked up so that her panties were exposed.

   "I don't mind at all," said her brother.  "I find it a very pleasant
surprise." He got on the bed with his sister and started to kiss and caress
the girl while she responded in kind until his fingers started pulling at
the waistband of her panties.

   "I'm still not quite ready for that," said Heather as she gently pushed
his hand away.  Danny didn't mind but he wanted to bring the relationship
with his sister up another notch.  He zipped down his fly and let out his
stiff prick.  He was pleased to see Heather's eyes widen in surprise but
she didn't seem put off by his display.

   "Go ahead and touch it," Danny encouraged his sister.  "Play with it. 
It won't hurt you."

   Heather smiled nervously, reached out with her hand and touched the head
of her brother's prick lightly before withdrawing her hand quickly.  She
looked toward the door as if expecting her mother to burst through the door
and catch them at their game.  Finally deciding it was safe Heather began
to caress his prick again and inspect its circumcised head.  "It's a cute
little thing," she finally said.

   "Bitch!" said Danny turning red.  "You won't think it's so little when I
ram it inside your pussy."

   "I was only kidding," said Heather quickly.  She only meant to tease
Danny but realized that he took it seriously.  Changing gears she said, "Oh
Danny, it's so big.  I can't possibly see how it can fit inside me.  You'll
tear me apart."

   "Bitch!" he exclaimed again but this time he was laughing.  "What did
Mom tell you when I went into the kitchen?"

   "She wanted me to go change my clothes but I talked her out of it."

   "That's good." Danny wanted his sister to obey him even if it meant
disobeying their parents.  Well, as long as it didn't blow things.  He'd
discuss it with her later.

   "She wants to take me to the mall this weekend for new play clothes. 
Mom said she might shop for herself too."

   "That's wonderful," said Danny.  "I want short casual dresses for both
of you.  Encourage her to get new panties too; bikini style and thongs,
also for both of you."

   "Yes sir," said Heather giving her brother a mock salute.  "Is there
anything else I can do for you?"

   "Yeah, you can kiss my dick and then suck it." It was Heather's turn to
blush red when she realized Danny was serious.  Now his prick looked more
threatening to the suddenly nervous coed.

   "You've washed since you did Devon and her mom, right?"

   "Of course I have," said Danny, "although it shouldn't matter whether
I've washed or not.  You should suck my prick when I tell you."

   "Devon and I kind of ignored each other at school today but I think she
wanted to talk to me near the end," Heather said as she bent down and gave
her brother's prick the requested kiss.  She always thought kissing a boy's
prick would be degrading but she didn't feel that way at all now.

   "Maybe she wants to kiss and make up."

   "That could be it but I think she wants an excuse to be near you."

   "That's fine with me but if it's a boyfriend she wants it ain't gonna
happen.  Start sucking it," Danny encouraged.

   "I'm not sure I want her around if she's going to try being my
competition." She took a couple of tentative licks at Danny's prick.

   "Sounds like you need a change in your relationship, babe."

   "What do you mean?"

   "It's called being the dominant partner in almost any relationship. 
We'll talk about it after you stop wasting time and start sucking my
prick."

   Lani still couldn't believe what had happened less than an hour before.
She had allowed her son to intimidate her again, this time compelling her
to change her clothes to please him.  The nerve of him!  Even though the
dress she now wore was modest by almost anyone's standards it was
humiliating being told what to wear-by her own son, no less.  Lani couldn't
have felt more vulnerable if Danny had ordered her to strip naked.

   Lani was beginning to realize her son could have done what he wanted the
first time when he pulled into the bed with him just a week ago.  She
wondered what Danny's real game was and what his true motives were.  The
distraught woman suddenly remembered the summer before when the cat caught
a tiny toad.  The cat would watch the toad try to hop away but it never got
very far before she trapped it with her paw again and brought it back for
further torture.  Lani tried to bring the cat into the house so the
creature could escape but she jumped out of Lani's hands, grabbed the toad
in her mouth and ran away to carry on her torment in private.  Lani decided
she was the toad.  When would Danny the cat get tired of his game?  The
toad probably didn't survive.  Would Lani survive?  The door to the garage
opened and Patrick came wandering in.

   "Hi, honey.  Nice dress.  Is it new?"

   "I've had it for years," said a suddenly exasperated woman.  She didn't
expect Sherlock Holmes but this was ridiculous.  It was small wonder
Patrick didn't have a clue to what was going on she thought, even when it
was explained to him.

   "Were there any more problems with Danny?"

   "N-not today," Lani answered.  "We'll be ready to eat in a little bit."

   "Where's Danny taking you this weekend, Mom?" said Heather at dinner.

   "Your brother's not taking me anywhere," Lani responded.

   "Why not, Mom?" said Danny.  Well, a little rebellion is to be expected.

   "Because your father is taking me someplace nice, aren't you dear?" She
smiled at her husband sweetly but her tone of voice told him that he dare
not contradict her.

   "Uh, yeah," said Patrick finally.  "I'm taking your mom someplace nice."

   "Maybe Danny and I can go to a movie," said Heather.  "You're not doing
anything, are you?  I don't want to be alone at home."

   "I don't see anything wrong with that," said her father.  "I don't want
you to be alone either."

   "I'd be honored to escort you anywhere you want to go, my lady," said
Danny graciously.

   "Oh, goody," said Heather, "my first date." Lani didn't think anything
of Danny and Heather going out together until her daughter said 'date.'
Memories of her own 'date' with Danny now occupied her mind although she
didn't have any proof that her son would try the same thing with his
sister.

   "I have someone I want you to meet Saturday morning, Dad," said Danny
later that evening when he caught his Dad alone.  "It'll be worth missing
your usual date on the driving range." Patrick hesitated momentarily as if
debating the propriety of meeting his son's friend but then thought of
meeting Clara.  Her sister, Carmen, had to be dynamite.  He nodded his head
in agreement.

   Danny had only one more message to deliver that evening and that was to
his mother.  "Twenty-five," he whispered to her as she sat watching the
food channel.  Lani blushed but continued to watch the television.



   ------

   Chapter 8

   Lani was an early riser.  She liked to get her exercise routine and
shower done before anyone else was up.  Now it was time to get dressed for
the day but the woman faced a dilemma.  Her usual attire was slacks or
jeans with a blouse or pullover top but Danny, her own son, had demanded
that she start wearing dresses for no other reason than to please him.  The
boy sure had a lot of gall.  Lani thought about dressing in her usual
attire then defying him to do anything about it.  They would finally have
it out and Lani would show him who was boss.  If Danny didn't like it he
could pack his belongings and move out.

   "You've been standing in front of that closet for the past five
minutes," said Patrick.  Patrick was an early riser also but not as early
as his wife.  He had been watching her from the bed.  "Can't decide what to
wear?"

   "If you must know, Danny has decided that I should be dressed in
feminine attire from now on.  No jeans or slacks allowed."

   "Whoa," said Patrick with a chuckle.  "Are you going to put up with
that?"

   "Of course not," Lani snapped.  "I'm not going allow a snot-nosed
teenager push me around in my own home.  I just wish I had the support of
my husband."

   "Hey, I talked to him right after you asked me to.  Do you want me to
talk to him again?" Patrick shrugged his shoulders as if to say he did his
best.

   "At this point I want you to try anything that might work," Lani
declared, her temper rising.  "Do you know he actually threatened me?"

   "Really?"

   "Yes, your son threatened to spank me if I didn't start wearing
dresses."

   "Well, this is serious," said Patrick trying to hide a smirk.

   "You don't suppose he'd really try doing something like spanking a woman
and especially his own mother, do you?"

   "I can only go by what I saw on Sunday while you and Heather were both
gone." Patrick was silent for a while and let the tension build up.

   "For goodness sake, stop being mysterious and tell me what you saw."
This was so aggravating.

   "I came home early from playing golf and found Danny whaling on
Margaret's bare ass." Patrick burst into laughter and laughed so hard tears
were streaming from his face.

   "Margaret?  Margaret McCormick?" Patrick could only nod his head and
continue laughing.  "I fail to see what you find so amusing, Patrick Dwyer.
Did you stop Danny from assaulting Margaret?"

   Patrick stopped laughing long enough to catch his breath and said, "No."
He then burst into more laughter.

   "So Danny could be arrested for assaulting our neighbor and we could be
sued for allowing the assault to take place in our home.  Is that what
you're saying?  Yes, I think I see your point now, Patrick.  Very amusing,
indeed.  Ha!  Ha!  Ha!"

   "I don't think Margaret was being assaulted, honey," said Patrick whose
laughter had run its course.  "It looked completely consensual and they
were just having fun.  Margaret even gave him a kiss before she dressed and
left." He didn't dare tell her about the fucking that took place after the
spanking.

   "Well, I'm not about to consent to anything and I'm not having fun.  I
think the whole sordid incident is totally disgusting and you're just as
bad as Danny and Margaret for failing to stop them, Patrick Dwyer.  I'm
also beginning to think you were right about Danny."

   "You mean about getting him committed?"

   "Well, no," said Lani.  "I wouldn't take that kind of drastic action yet
but I do think we should consider getting him a psychological evaluation.
What Danny is doing just isn't right."

   "I'll talk to him again and then we'll see what happens.  Oh, gosh! 
Look at the time.  I better get moving or I'll be stuck in traffic on the
freeway." He jumped out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.  As the
shower started Lani could hear her husband burst into laughter again.

   "I won't be intimidated by my own son," declared Lani aloud.  She laid
out her favorite pair of slacks.

   "That's a nice skirt you're wearing, Mom.  I always like to see it on
you," said Heather.

   "It's just a skirt," said her red-faced mother.  At the very last moment
Lani had decided against defying Danny.  Heather bringing up the skirt she
now wore seemed to accentuate the cowardice Lani exhibited.

   "But it shows off your legs very nicely."

   "Eat your breakfast, Heather Ann," said Lani trying to cut off that line
of conversation.  She looked over at Danny.  His face was hidden behind the
newspaper.  Was he laughing at her?  Lani wasn't sure but she felt
humiliated just with the thought that he might be doing just that.

   Danny wasn't laughing.  In fact, he was controlling himself quite well.
Still, the teenager knew he'd have to cool it for a couple of days.  His
dad had called his cell phone number and given him a summary of that
morning's conversation.  At first, Danny was irritated that Patrick had
told Lani about his spanking episode with Margaret but now he realized it
was working to his advantage.  His mother was probably too intimidated to
defy him on the issue of wearing a dress.

   The young man decided to wait and see how his mother took to the new
dress code before making other moves.  The shopping excursion to the mall
would be another step in his mother's training.  In the meantime Heather
could help out in their mother's indoctrination.  He hadn't coached his
sister on what to say to Lani but he couldn't think of anything that topped
what she did say.  Lani's legs were shown off very well with that skirt. 
Danny sighed with satisfaction.  It was nice to have spies and secret
allies in the opposing camp.

   Heather changed out of her school clothes and into the same outfit she
wore the previous day when she got home.  "Are there any more cookies
left?" she asked her mom as she walked into the kitchen.

   "I hid some especially for you.  The men in this family are Cookie
Monster wannabes.  Don't you think you should retire that dress?"

   "Thanks, Mom," said Heather as she took a bite out of one of her
cookies. "I will if I can find some nice outfits when we go shopping this
weekend.  I dunno.  All of a sudden I got the urge to dress sexier and more
feminine.  It looks like you got the same urge.  You're so pretty when you
dress up, Mom."

   "Thank you, dear," Lani said.  She was clearly embarrassed by her
daughter's compliment.  After all, the girl's mother was dressed that way
only because of Danny's threat to spank her.  Yet the older woman was
clearly pleased at the same time.  Lani would have denied ever having a
vain streak but she loved being flattered.  "I think you influenced me to
dress this way."

   "With a slinky blouse you could be the neighborhood seductress," said
Heather smiling impishly.

   "Don't be ridiculous, Heather Ann," said her mother even though she was
trying hard not to smile.  "My seducing days are over.  You seem to forget
I'm a married woman."

   "That's all the more reason to be a seductress, Mom.  When I get married
I'm going to seduce my husband each and every night like I was a sex slave
and that was my only reason for existence.  In that way, he'll never get
bored with me."

   "Well, he'll be a very lucky husband indeed if you do that," Lani
assured her.  Heather's statement made the woman think.  Was that one of
the reasons her and Patrick's sex life was practically dead?  They
certainly had taken each other for granted for most of their married life.
The last time they had sex, she couldn't call it making love any more, was
Sunday morning and it was a pure fiasco.  Lani felt so used when Patrick...


   "Hey, I didn't know there were more cookies.  Where are they?" Danny
said as he walked into the kitchen.

   "You and your father ate them all.  The rest of them belong to Heather."
Lani was glad her thoughts were interrupted.  It was getting too
depressing.

   "I'll be your best friend if you share them with me, Heather."

   "I don't want you as my best friend," snapped Heather.  She tried to
look as fierce as she could while placing a protective hand over her
cookies.  "Try again."

   "I'll be your sex slave forever if you give me just one," he begged.

   "Okay," she said and handed him the smallest one.

   "Will everyone stop with this sex slave business?  No one is going to be
anyone's sex slave in this house or anyplace." Lani used her most
authoritative tone of voice but the children just wore silly grins.  She
was afraid Danny would teach his sister to be disrespectful.

   "We were just kidding, Mom," said Heather.  She turned to her brother
and said, "Down on all fours, slave.  Crawl to the torture chamber and wait
for me.  I shall be there presently to deal with you."

   "Yes, mistress," said Danny.  He popped the rest of the cookie in his
mouth, got down on his hands and knees and crawled out the kitchen door. 
Lani only rolled her eyes in frustration and turned back to what she was
doing.

   "Mom is really digging on the compliments," said Heather when she met
her brother in his room.

   "I told you she would," said Danny.  "She's not suspicious of any
compliments from you but if they were coming from me she'd just probably
dismiss them as bullshit."

   "I still don't like what we're doing?  What if Dad finds out?"

   "Dad already knows.  It's okay with him."

   "I don't believe you," Heather gasped.

   "I'm not lying to you about this, Heather." Danny was divulging more
information than he wanted to but he figured but he figured he better start
trusting his sister more if he wanted her complete cooperation.  "Mom was
complaining to Dad about some of the things I was pulling on her so I
decided to be up front about what I wanted to do."

   "But why would he say okay to that?"

   Danny shrugged his shoulders.  "Sometimes married couples get bored with
each other after they've been married a long time.  Dad probably wants the
opportunity to step out with younger women.  You know, he had an affair
with a secretary or something at work a couple of years ago and Mom found
out about it."

   "That makes me sad," said Heather with some emotion.  She controlled
herself and declared, "You'd never have gotten away with anything if Dad
was supporting Mom like he should.  He's going to be very sorry about
this."

   "I'm sure you're right," said Danny.  He gave his sister a hug.  "I hope
you don't start hating Dad because of this.  Men aren't meant to be
faithful to one woman, even Dad and me."

   "So the men in this family are jerk offs," Heather responded.

   "It looks that way," said Danny.  He looked into his sister's face. 
"Are you still my girl?"

   Heather sighed.  "I don't want to be your girl any more, Danny." She
looked into his crestfallen face and said, "I want to be your woman."

   "Do you mean it?" Danny's heart leaped to his throat when he heard his
sister's words.

   "Yes, I mean it," said Heather.  "I want it to be tonight after Mom and
Dad are both asleep."

   "What if Dad doesn't come home until late?"

   "Then we don't have to worry about him, right?  But you've got to
promise me something, Danny, and really mean it."

   "What do you want me to promise?"

   "I want you to promise I'll be your number one woman no matter what
happens after this.  I don't care how many others there are, even if it's
Mom or your future wife, but I have to be number one or I don't want any
part of you.  In return, you'll be my number one man forever, even above my
future husband."

   "I promise," Danny vowed without hesitation and sealed the bargain with
a kiss.

   "You've made me very happy," said Heather as she leaned her head against
her brother's chest, "and I'll be sure to make you very happy too."

   "You've already done that," said Danny but Heather continued on as if
she didn't hear.

   "I'll help you make Mom your number two woman," said Heather with a
giggle, "and then any other girl that comes along.  Devon is anxious to get
back on my good side so she can be closer to you.  She's going to be very
disappointed when she finds out the only thing she can hope to be in your
life is one of your sluts." Heather giggled again.  "I think she'll go for
it though.  That's how much she wants you.  It sounds like I could even get
her mother for you in the bargain."

   "You're learning fast, Heather.  It's almost scary."

   Danny was nervous waiting for Heather to come to his room that night. 
It was past midnight and she still hadn't shown up.  Did she fall asleep?
Did she chicken out?  Should he go to her room?  These and other questions
crowded the young man's mind as he lay in the dark on his bed.

   Danny's nervousness turned to excitement when his door swung open and a
silhouette that could only be his sister's was outlined against the ambient
light in the hall.  Heather moved quickly to the edge of the bed and
slipped under the covers with her brother.  "You're cold," he said as he
took her naked body in his arms and began to warm her up.  "I didn't think
you were coming."

   "I almost didn't," Heather whispered.  "I've been standing outside your
door for the longest time trying to build up my courage.  The cold finally
convinced me to finally make up my mind."

   "Are you sure you still want to?" Danny said as he felt a wave of guilt
and uncertainty sweep over him.  "We can wait."

   Heather took Danny in her arms and kissed him tenderly.  "Does that
answer your question?  I just have a few nervous jitters," she said.

   "Me too," Danny said truthfully and then returned her kiss with several
of his own.

   "Do me now, Danny.  I don't want to wait for this," Heather pleaded as
she took her brother's stiffening prick in her delicate hand and brushed
its head across her pubic hairs.

   "I love you, Heather Dwyer," Danny whispered.

   "And I love you, Danny Dwyer," Heather whispered back.  Danny reached
for the drawer where he kept his condoms but Heather stopped him.

   "I want it without the condom," said the young beauty.  Danny vaguely
wondered how she knew he kept condoms in there but then he figured Devon
must have told her.

   "I don't want you to get pregnant, Heather."

   "Don't worry, big brother.  If I get pregnant I'll make sure you don't
get the blame."

   "That's not the point.  Getting pregnant and having a baby is serious
business..."

   "So is you're going around and trying to seduce Mom," she interrupted.
Don't be a hypocrite, Danny." Heather rubbed herself against her brother's
prick again causing him to lunge instinctively.  He felt the head of his
prick enveloped in her wetness and then young man knew he was lost.  Blood
left his brain and gathered at his prick.  There was no more thinking to be
done.  Danny lunged once more and he was inside her.  Heather whimpered
slightly when her hymen broke but held onto her brother tightly so he
wouldn't leave her.  "You're fucking your sister and soon you'll be fucking
your mother," she whispered.  "What more can a guy ask for?"



   ------

   Chapter 9

   Danny was a little worried about Heather's change in attitude from
reluctant participant to enthusiastic partner in his plan to seduce their
mother.  It had come too quickly for Danny's taste.  He wondered if his
sister's level of cooperation was because of his disclosure of their
father's complicity or an accumulation of factors.  The young man didn't
think his sister even knew the answer.

   The sex had been great that night and Heather had been an eager learner.
Danny had to eventually kick his sister out of his room.  He was afraid
they'd both fall asleep from exhaustion only to be waken up by their
mother. They couldn't have that.  He was still concerned about their lack
of protection but Heather absolutely refused to let him put on a condom. 
That worried Danny also but he hoped Heather would get on the Pill before
anything unintended happened.

   Lani was glad Danny had stopped with his demands.  It had only been for
a few days and she knew it was likely to start up at any time but Lani was
still grateful for the relief.  Danny's father must have talked to him
again.  Maybe Patrick was finally coming through for her thought Lani.  It
probably helped that the woman still donned a skirt in the morning instead
of her usual slacks or jeans.  Surprisingly it didn't bother Lani that much
after the second day.  Lani went shopping a couple of times that week and
received some admiring glances from men which made her feel proud about the
way she took care of herself.  The only thing she didn't like was feeling
obligated to put on pantyhose before going out.

   The only new worry Lani had was the children apparently staying up too
late.  It usually only took one call before they were up but now she had to
call them twice before they would drag themselves out of their beds.  Lani
decided to warn them about staying up too late with the computer.

   Now Lani was getting ready to go out again just like she was a week
before but this time she was dressing for her husband.  The little black
cocktail dress was definitely going to be worn this evening.  She also had
her hair done and a manicure.  Lani was going to take a page out of
Heather's fantasies and seduce her husband.  Perhaps it would add back a
little romance into their marriage.  Maybe she shouldn't have threatened to
castrate Patrick if he stood her up but Lani just didn't want him to forget
his promise to take her someplace nice tonight.

   "How do I look, Mom?" said Heather when Lani opened the door to her
knock.  The young beauty was dressed in a simple skirt and blouse with
low-heeled shoes.

   "You look fabulous, Heather," said Lani.  My little baby is growing up
she thought.  "I really mean it.  Where is Danny taking you?"

   "Thanks.  There's a dance at the high school tonight." That sounded safe
to Lani.  She was still uneasy about Danny with his shenanigans of late but
she trusted Heather to do the right thing.

   "Don't stay out too late."

   "Oh, we won't," said Heather.  "We'll probably be home before you guys."

   "Uh oh," said Heather as Danny led her out to the car.  "Here comes
Devon and her mom." She waved to them and said, "Hi, Mrs.  McCormick.  Hi,
Devon."

   "Good evening, Heather," said Margaret.  "May we talk to the both of you
for just a moment?"

   "Sure, Mrs.  McCormick," said Danny.  "What's on your mind?"

   "We know what's going on," said Devon.

   "That's interesting," Danny responded.  "What do you think is going on?"
The young man acted confident but he could feel a heavy weight in the pit
of his stomach.  He looked over at Heather.  She looked like she was about
to faint.  No, thought Danny.  She wouldn't have told anyone.

   "We know what's going on between you and Heather," said Devon.  "Your
window faces on mine.  You didn't close your blinds very good and well, we
have a pair of night vision binoculars."

   "Um, what do you intend to do with this information if I may ask?" said
Danny.

   "Absolutely nothing," said Margaret.  "We just want to show you we can
be trusted.  It doesn't matter to us what you and Heather do together.  We
uh, would just like to be involved too." Danny realized Margaret's request
wasn't one you just politely declined.  They were both presenting
themselves on a silver platter to be compromised and corrupted.  To refuse
might breed resentment and a change of mind on what to do with their
information.  Well, it might be fun.

   "Has Mr.  McCormick been part of our audience?  Does he know what you
and Devon want to do?"

   "No to both questions," Margaret responded, "and the bastard won't know
anything either.  I'm filing for divorce against him.  I've got plenty on
him so he's likely to go meekly rather than risk scandal.  I'll keep the
house.  Along with spousal and child support I'll do very nicely with just
a part time job.  By the way, I'm changing all the locks and the alarm
code. I'm giving you a key to the house and the code so you can come in any
time, day or night."

   "That's fine, Margaret," said Danny, "but do you realize you and Devon
will be little more than fuck toys to me?  I won't marry Devon even if I do
impregnate her so she might as well get on the pill."

   "I realize more than you think I do, Danny," said Margaret, "and it
doesn't matter in the least.  I would have been groveling at your feet last
Sunday if your father hadn't interrupted us.  I'd rather have you under
these circumstances than not at all.  I've talked to Devon and she feels
the same way."

   "It's true, Danny," said Devon with a pleading tone to her voice.

   "Hi, guys," said a voice behind them.  "I thought you two had left
already."

   "Oh, we just got to talking to Mrs.  McCormick and Devon," said Heather
to her Dad.

   "Hi, Margaret.  Swat's up?  Heh heh," said Patrick.  "Say, that looks
like a spanking new hair style."

   "No, it's not new," said Margaret and blushed deeply.

   "Hey, son.  What did the father porcupine say to his son just before
spanking him?"

   "This is going to hurt me worse than it hurts you," said Danny in a
deadpan tone of voice.

   "You heard that one, huh?  What about the one where these two guys go
into this bar and one of them says to the bartender..."

   "Can we go now?" said Lani who had been standing off to the side.

   "No, that's not what he said, heh heh.  I guess we'd better go."

   "Have fun, Mom.  You too, Dad," said Heather.

   "Thanks honey," said Lani.  "Take good care of your sister," she told
her son and merely nodded at Margaret.

   "Don't worry, Mom," said Danny.  They watched as Patrick and Lani pulled
away from the driveway and out of sight down the street.

   "My dad's humor is so lame," said Heather apologetically.

   "Don't worry about it," said Danny.  "Margaret doesn't mind being the
butt of a few jokes, do you?"

   Margaret smiled and said, "You know, Danny, you have a lot of your
father in you but I love you anyway.  Would you like to come over and
inspect your handiwork?  I still have a few marks that haven't gone away
yet."

   "No thanks," said Danny, "not tonight anyway." He saw no reason to
change the evening's plans because a couple of fuck toys had landed in his
lap.  "I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you guys on purpose but I'll
be pretty busy for a while."

   "I understand," said Margaret.  "Your mother's not completely under your
control yet."

   "How the hell..." The woman was a witch as far as Danny was concerned.
The only ones who could know his intentions were Heather, his dad and, of
course, his mom and they wouldn't say anything.

   "I like to spy on you when you're sunbathing," Margaret confessed.  "I
saw what happened out on the back patio on Saturday.  It makes me wet just
thinking about it.  I wish I had a son who'd treat me that way."

   Danny didn't know whether to be relieved or pissed.  Finally he said, "I
want you to stop spying on me.  That goes for both of you.  It creeps me
out."

   "We won't do it any more," Margaret assured him and Devon nodded her
agreement.

   "That's good," declared Danny, "because the next time it happens I'll be
using a paddle on both of you.  Also, do you see how Heather is dressed? 
She wears feminine attire around the house and whenever we're together.  I
expect the same from the both of you.  It doesn't have to be sluttish, just
feminine."

   "We'll dress as feminine as you want, Danny," said Margaret.  "I think
we're falling in love with you more and more."

   Danny just smiled and said, "The last thing you should know is that
Heather is my number one woman.  Obey her as you would me and don't even
think you'll ever replace her." Heather flushed with pride when she heard
her brother's words.  She looked at Devon and Devon looked back.  An
unspoken understanding took place between the two.  A friendship had ended.
They were no longer equals.  The submissive Devon would always obey the
dominant Heather.

   "I almost peed in my pants," said Heather when they were finally away
and on the road.

   "Me too," said Danny.  "It worked out all right but I wouldn't want to
go through another shock like that.  Are you sure you're all right?"

   "I'm fine," his sister assured him.  "After I finished being scared I
got kind of excited.  I'm going to be up all night tonight thinking of
things I can do to Devon."

   Danny chuckled.  "Just don't be too rough on her.  I don't want you to
abuse the poor girl.  You don't have to show you're the boss if they
already know you're the boss.  I made that clear tonight and I don't think
they'll be too much problem.  In fact, I want you to start riding to school
with Devon and Margaret again.  That'll give me more time to be with Mom."

   "You're the boss," said Heather.  "You know, going on my first date
isn't as exciting as I thought it would be.  I'd rather you drive me back
home so we can jump in bed again.  That whole experience got me kind of
horny."

   "We won't stay that long," said her brother.  "I want to see if I can
get Mom alone tonight before she goes to bed.  I've left her alone long
enough so I need you to stay clear of downstairs.  I'll ask Dad to do the
same."

   "It's okay with me but I still can't believe Dad is in on this."

   Heather and Danny stuck around the dance for about an hour and then they
returned home.  Once they walked through the kitchen door Danny bent his
sister over the kitchen table and fucked her doggy style.  Afterwards,
Heather went upstairs to clean up and get ready for bed.

   Danny knew his dad wouldn't necessarily take the hint to leave him alone
with his mom so he took the precaution of getting his mother another gift.
It was a DVD of the classic Japanese film, 'Yojimbo, ' which was subtitled.
It was sure to drive his dad out of the room.  The only Japanese films
Patrick ever sat still for starred Godzilla and that was only because they
were dubbed.  Danny figured his mom probably hadn't seen the movie because
she mainly watched European films but it was well known enough to probably
catch her interest.

   "You guys are home kind of early," said Danny when his parents walked
through the door.  It was only about 11:30.

   "We went to a comedy club tonight," said his mother.  "I'm afraid the
comedians weren't very good and it wasn't even amateur night."

   "They were all right," said his dad.  "I even saw you laugh a time or
two."

   Lani ignored her husband.  "How did the dance go?  Did you and Heather
enjoy yourselves?"

   "Everything went fine, Mom.  Heather's upstairs and probably already
asleep."

   "That's where I'm heading," said Lani.

   "I'm still wide awake.  I was just getting ready to watch a movie.  Do
you guys want to join me?"

   "I don't think so," said Lani.  "What are you going to watch?"

   "It's called 'Yojimbo.' It's Japanese."

   "Kurosawa's 'Yojimbo'?  I've always wanted to see that movie," said Lani
displaying a sudden interest.  "I didn't know you were developing an
interest in this type of film."

   "Well, there's this foreign film buff I know and I'm trying to impress
her."

   "Foreign film, huh?" said Patrick.  "Does it have subtitles?"

   "Yeah but you still might want to see it," said Danny.  "It's supposed
to have inspired the spaghetti westerns that helped Clint Eastwood's career
really get going."

   "Really?  Does he star in this Yo...  whatsit?  I didn't even know he
spoke Japanese."

   "No, he isn't in the film and he doesn't speak Japanese, dear, so far as
I know," said Lani.  "Your father is still disappointed there wasn't a
sequel with Clyde the orangutan."

   "That was his best," said Patrick.  "Anyway, I'll watch something
upstairs.  Are you coming?"

   "Maybe I'll stay and watch for a few minutes with Danny," said Lani. 
"I'll see you upstairs." She turned to her son after her husband left.  "Do
I know this foreign film buff you're trying to impress?"

   "Intimately," said Danny with a smile.

   "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, young man," said his mother
but sat down anyway as he started up the player.  "What did Heather and her
mother want this evening?"

   "They were offering themselves up as my sex slaves."

   "Can't you be serious about anything?" Lani complained.

   "Oh, okay.  I guess Heather and Devon have worked out their differences
and now they're best friends again.  Heather's going to start riding to
school with Devon again starting Monday." Well, she didn't believe the
truth thought Danny and began to watch the screen.

   "Oh," said Lani.  She wasn't really pleased that her daughter wasn't
going to keep her distance from Devon but Lani realized she had to start
trusting her daughter's decisions.

   Lani knew she was taking a chance staying up with Danny late at night
even with the rest of the family upstairs.  At the moment she didn't care
even when her son put his hand on her thigh below the hem of her short
dress.  He caressed her thigh gently for a few seconds and left his hand in
place.

   The evening had been a bust as far as Lani was concerned.  After having
dinner at home they had gone out for drinks but the place was loud and not
conducive to conversation.  And the comedy club, well, Lani didn't believe
comedy routines had to be crude in order to be funny.  Sure, an occasional
crude punch line had its shock value but when it was constant the senses
tended to be deadened.  All in all, it had not been the romantic evening
Lani had hoped for.  She certainly didn't feel like seducing Patrick as was
her plan.

   The film was helping Lani get rid of the nasty taste of the evening. 
She didn't even admonish Danny when she felt her son's hand creep up her
thigh a bit.  She vaguely wondered how far he'd go if she didn't try to
stop him.  Lani kicked off her heels and curled her legs up on the sofa. 
She put one hand on Danny's wandering hand and her head on his shoulder. 
Now, this was romantic.  Lani just wished she was with someone she could
respond to romantically.  It just wasn't right what Danny was trying to do.
Well, Danny seemed to be behaving himself at the moment so she lost herself
in the story on the television screen.

   Even when Danny brought one hand over her shoulder and cupped her boob
it didn't seem worthwhile for Lani to object.  In fact, it brought back
memories of her high school dating days 20 years before.  She could still
concentrate on the film.  Lani definitely decided to seek out Kurosawa's
other films and Toshiro Mifune was as good an actor as she'd ever watched.
For the moment Lani seemed to forget she was cuddling with her own son who
was caressing her boob with one hand and whose other hand was dangerously
high on her thigh.

   The film ended and Danny had to remove his hand from Lani's thigh to
switch off the player and TV.  The room was plunged into darkness and the
young man knew the spell was probably broken.  He expected his mom to
promptly disengage herself and head upstairs to bed.  Still, Lani hadn't
made a move and Danny wondered if she'd fallen asleep.  He took a chance
and placed his hand back on her thigh even higher than it had been
previously.  In fact, his hand was right next to his mother's crotch. 
Still, there was no objection.  The young man just couldn't resist taking
the next step.  No girl he dated had ever objected when things had gone
this far.  Why should his mother be any different?  Danny felt Lani's body
tense as he began to caress the crotch of her pantyhose.  Yeah, she was
awake.  Now, if he could just...

   Lani felt so comfortable cuddling with Danny she just didn't feel like
moving.  If she could just have company like this all the time she wouldn't
mind renting the videos and bring them home.  Perhaps Lani forgot who she
was with because when Danny started caressing her crotch a wave of pleasure
caused her to open her thighs slightly.  "No Danny," she cried.  Lani was
going to say more but now her son's lips were covering hers and she was
responding to his kisses.  She was relieved when his hands left her boob
and crotch to embrace her.  The woman realized she was starved for
affection and didn't mind being kissed by this boy, her own son.  It wasn't
until it was too late before Lani realized that Danny had maneuvered her
onto her back and the weight of his body was forcing her thighs apart. 
"Let me up, Danny," she whispered when he began to dry hump her.  Danny
ignored her continued moving against her.

   "I want you, Mom.  You want me too.  I can see it in your eyes."

   "I can't let you, Danny." She felt so vulnerable.  Danny noticed Lani
didn't deny the truth of his statement.

   "Can't or won't?" He continued to dry hump her.

   "Don't, Danny.  Please, don't," Lani begged.  Tears began to glisten in
her eyes even in the dim light of the room.  Danny figured he could seduce
his mother at that moment but she was still a way from complete submission.
That's exactly what he wanted.  He was glad he fucked Heather earlier.  He
might have acted too hastily otherwise.

   "You're not ready?"

   "N-no, I'm not ready," Lani breathed.

   "Fine," he said finally.  "I'll wait until you are ready." He got up and
helped his mother up from the sofa.  "Good night, Mom.  Thanks for watching
the film with me.  The DVD is a gift."

   "Thank you," said Lani.  She was still kind of surprised she wasn't
still lying beneath her son on the couch.  Danny gave her a chaste kiss on
the cheek and left her standing in the darkened room.  There were still
things Danny wanted to do to get her ready.  That would start tomorrow.



   ------

   Chapter 10

   Darned foolishness!  I asked for everything that happened last night
thought Lani.  She couldn't exactly go complaining to her husband after she
practically threw herself at her own son.  Lani should have just stood up
and walked away when Danny started with his wandering hands.  In fact, Lani
did nothing to discourage him and almost everything to encourage him,
cuddling with Danny while he felt up her leg and then fondled her boob. 
That would have been called giving the green light to the young man in
anyone's book.

   The worse thing about it was that Lani wasn't sure she'd pass on the
opportunity if she had to do it all over again.  Well, it was time to get
ready for the shopping trip to the mall with Heather.  There was time
enough to dwell on the previous evening later.

   "I hope you don't have any other plans today, Mom," said Heather.  "I
want the two of us to spend the whole day together."

   "No, I just have to get dinner in the oven this afternoon.  I'd like
that fine," said Lani.

   Heather wanted to help Danny with their mom in any way she could.  Today
she'd try to make her contribution to the effort.  She listened with
interest as Danny related the events of the night before after she
disappeared into her bedroom.  The young girl became more than a little
alarmed when he described the part where he pinned Lani to the sofa. 
That's not how Heather would have handled things at all.  Well, what did
boys know about subtlety anyway?

   Danny had some plans for Lani later in the day and evening but Heather
begged him to leave their mother alone for the day as it would interfere
with her own plans.  Reluctantly, Danny agreed.

   Lani and Heather arrived at the mall shortly after it opened and the
pair spent the first few hours window shopping.  Heather spent a lot of
that time convincing her mother to shop for herself too.

   "I think I'm ready to buy," said Heather as they ate lunch in the food
court.  "What about you?"

   "We came here mainly for you," said Lani, "but I might try on a couple
of outfits."

   "Why not replace some of those panties you have.  They look like the
same Grandma wears."

   "They do not," protested Lani looking offended although she wasn't. 
Well, maybe just a little.  "It's just that they're more comfortable than
some of the other styles.  I wouldn't be caught dead in thongs."

   "Who else is going to know except Dad?" Heather countered.  "That's what
I'm going to buy.  I already have enough bikini briefs."

   "Well, they look sexy but I hear they're really uncomfortable and I
don't go in for self torture," said her mother.  "I'm going to stick with
what I have."

   "Ring, ring," said Heather and held her cell phone to her ear.  "Hello?
Yes?  Oh, no!  Yes!  I'll tell her.  Thanks.  Bye!"

   "Who was that?"

   "It was the fire department.  Your underwear drawer caught fire and
burned down.  Your panties are a total loss."

   "My goodness!" cried Lani.  "It's a lucky thing we're at the mall and I
can replace them.  Otherwise, I'd have to go without them entirely." She
smiled.  It might be fun to replace some of her panties with more daring
styles thought Lani.  She used to wear bikini briefs but eventually let
them wear out and not replace them.  "Let's do some serious shopping," Lani
declared.

   The meeting between Patrick and Carmen went better than Danny thought it
would.  With Danny and Clara acting as chaperones, they all met for coffee.
He discovered his father could be quite charming when he put his mind to it
and he had Carmen agreeing to a date that very evening.  He wished he could
send his sister over to Devon's for the night so he could be alone with his
mother but he made that dumb promise.

   "Where are we going now?  I think I'm through for the day." Lani
couldn't believe what Heather talked her into buying, not for her daughter
but for herself.  Well, it would be interesting trying on her purchases at
home.

   "Just one more stop, Mom.  I'm as tired as you are."

   Lani paled as she saw where her daughter was pointing.  "But this is a
maternity shop, Heather."

   "I know that, Mom.  I'm just looking." Heather smiled at her mother. 
"Don't worry.  I'm not even thinking about sex much less getting pregnant.
I was wondering if, well, you ever thought about having more children."

   "More children?  Well, your father and I discussed having one more child
but I guess we never really committed to it.  I think it's too late at this
point in our lives.  Why are you asking?"

   "I dunno.  I guess I wish I had a little sister and I'd love to see you
in a maternity dress knowing that my baby sister was growing inside you. 
Sounds dumb, huh?"

   "It's not dumb at all, honey," said Lani.  "I would have loved to have
given you a little sister or even a little brother.  It's just highly
unlikely now." It was funny how Lani was feeling in having disappointed her
daughter but there was no way to make it up to her.  Patrick would laugh at
her if she ever tried to discuss it with him.

   "I've seen baby pictures of me and Danny but I've never seen you in a
maternity dress.  Do you have any?"

   "I think so," said Lani.  "I definitely have some baby shower pictures
of me looking like a beached whale.  I'll look when we get home, okay?"

   When the pair returned home Lani placed a casserole in the oven she
already had prepared and went to join Heather in her room.  She made a
quick stop at a storage closet to retrieve a photo album she hadn't looked
at in years.

   "You look so pretty in this picture, Mom.  Can I keep it?"

   "Certainly you can, darling.  It's certainly not doing anyone any good
sitting in a dark and musty closet."

   "Oh, goody," Heather responded.  She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek
followed by a hug.  "I'm going to scan it into my computer."

   "Do whatever you want with it, dear.  Do you want to model any of your
purchases?"

   "I'm already wearing a pair of my thongs.  Would you like to see?"
Without waiting for an answer Heather parted her robe and giggled, clearly
embarrassed.  "I think I need a trim." The young girl's pubic hair was
sticking out on both sides of the flimsy material.  "Will you do it for
me?"

   "I suppose so.  You really don't have that much hair sticking out."

   "Then I can do yours." Lani blushed at her daughter's statement because
it reminded her of purchasing several pairs of thong panties for herself.

   "I still can't figure out how you talked me into getting those.  They're
more for a woman half my age."

   "I just kept reminding you how well you compared with women half your
age, Mom." Heather was very pleased that she'd convinced her mother to buy
some sexy panties for herself.  Danny's idea was to just throw out the old
ones and force her to buy new ones.  The young girl was glad she talked
Danny out of such a move.

   "Thanks." Lani didn't believe that for a moment but it was nice to hear.
It only took a few moments to trim Heather's stray hairs.  "It'll take a
lot longer with me," said Lani.  "I don't know if we have the time.  Your
father and brother may be home any time now."

   "That's okay, Mom.  We'll do it the next time we're alone together."

   "I have to entertain a client tonight, honey," said Patrick five minutes
after he returned home with Danny.  "I'll be skipping dinner."

   "Why didn't I know about this before?"

   "I just got the call while Danny and I were out.  Ask Danny if you don't
believe me."

   "Well, he did get a call, Mom," said Danny.

   "Hmph!  You never did tell me where you guys were going."

   "We went to meet girls, Mom."

   "Very funny, young man," Lani retorted.  "Just forget I asked." Danny
shrugged his shoulders.  He kept trying to tell his mom the truth but she
just refused to believe him.  His dad obviously didn't appreciate the
younger man's humor.  Patrick looked like he was about to have a heart
attack.

   "What are we having for dinner, Mom?"

   "Tamale casserole," said Lani.  "I hope you're sticking around for
dinner.  If not, we'll just be having leftovers tomorrow night."

   "I'll be around but I just might go rent a DVD for tonight.  Anything
strike your fancy?" Danny smiled as he watched his mother blush.  She was
obviously thinking of what happened the night before.

   "Go hang out with your buddies," Heather demanded.  "Mom and I have
plans." She gave her brother the evil eye.

   "Fine," he said.  "I know when I'm not wanted." Danny was curious to
know what his sister was up to but she was keeping a closed mouth about her
plans.  Clara had made it clear she wouldn't object to continuing a
relationship with Danny but he was thinking more along the lines of paying
a visit to Devon and her mom.  Danny just wasn't sure if Mr.  McCormick was
still living there.  Danny let everyone know he was going out and wandered
next door.  He was on good relations with Devon's dad and if he was home
Danny would just invite Devon to go to the movies.

   "Welcome home," said Margaret when she answered the doorbell.

   "Welcome home?" Danny repeated.

   "I consider this your home as much as the house next door, Danny, and
you have two willing females to do your bidding."

   "Hmm, I take your husband is no longer living here?"

   "My soon to be ex-husband has been served with divorce papers as well as
a restraining order keeping him well away from me, Devon and this house."

   "Hi, Danny.  Come on in," said Devon as she appeared at the doorway.  I
could get used to this thought Danny and walked into his new domain.

   "It looks like we're going to be alone, Mom," said Heather.  "I'll be
able to give you that trim we talked about."

   "That doesn't seem like much of an evening.  What else would you like to
do?"

   "It's been a long day, don't you think?  I think we should just sit on
the bed up in your room, watch videos and eat popcorn and bonbons."

   "You're a girl after my own heart," Lani said giggling, "but I'm afraid
we're all out of bonbons."

   "That just means we'll have to make double popcorn with double butter."
After dinner Lani and Heather cleared up the dishes and popped the popcorn.
They then headed upstairs.  Lani was glad Danny had taken off.  Whenever he
was around now the woman felt tense.  It would be good to be away from his
attentions.  Lani tried hard to resent Patrick taking off unannounced again
but she just couldn't work up the steam.  She began to wonder if it was
just because she didn't care any more.  That certainly wasn't a way to have
a marriage.

   "You realize, of course, I'm not a professional at this but I promise
not to cut you," said Heather as she wielded her scissors.

   "I'm not afraid," said Lani.  She wasn't afraid but she did feel
nervous, shy and a bit ridiculous.  The woman began to regret ever agreeing
to buy the thong panties and having her pubic hair trimmed but already she
could hear the snip of the scissors as Heather did her job.  She closed her
eyes so she wouldn't be tempted to look.  It was like she was being
prepared for a lover.  Well, she was a married woman and she didn't have a
lover.  Unbidden, Danny's face appeared in her mind.  He's my son, not my
lover Lani berated herself.  She just wished Heather would finish.

   Heather took her time.  She wanted to do the job right.  Not only did
Heather want her mother to be pleased but her audience as well.  That
audience, of course, was Danny.  Lani protested when her daughter brought
out the razor blade and shaving soap but Heather wasn't to be deterred
until she was satisfied with the result.  The young and pretty teenager
began to fantasize watching her brother's prick nudging its way inside her
mother's cunt.  Her barbering had done a good job of exposing her mother's
vulva.  The young girl had to resist the temptation to kiss it.  Heather
blushed at the thought.  Her mom would freak out for sure if she really did
it.  She was already freaking out with Danny.  Perhaps in the future when
her mother was completely under Danny's control there would be a time and
place for those types of games.  "All done," she finally said.  "I think
you look real sexy, Mom.  When Daddy sees you he's going to want to start a
baby with you right away.  Then I'll get my little sister," she declared
with an impish smile on her face.

   Lani gave a start and then blushed deeply.  For a split second it
sounded like Heather said 'Danny' instead of 'Daddy' and Danny's face
appeared in her mind again.  It was strange how Lani couldn't envision the
image of her husband making love to her any more.  Even stranger were the
thoughts and images that swirled in the woman's mind at that very moment.
Well, it was just a crazy thought and she couldn't be condemned for an
occasional crazy thought.  Danny's unwanted attentions were certainly doing
a job on her mind.  I can't allow Danny to have his way with me Lani told
herself.  It can never happen, can it?

   At least Lani couldn't disagree with Heather on how well she trimmed her
mound.  It made the woman look more youthful.  Too bad there was no one
else to appreciate it.  Patrick barely noticed her any more when she was
naked.  "Damn," she said aloud.

   "Is there something wrong, Mom?" said Heather.

   "N-nothing's wrong, Honey," said her mother.  "You did a great job.  I
guess I'm just a little tired.  I think I'm ready to turn out the lights
and get some sleep if you don't mind." How could she tell Heather about the
crazy thought crossing through her mind as she preened before the mirror?
It was the desire to get Danny's opinion on his mother's new look.  Lani
was certain he'd approve.

   "I don't mind, Mom but can I stay here with you at least until Daddy
gets home?"

   "It's okay with me.  Let's get ready for bed." Lani lay awake for a
while.  Heather was cuddling against just like she did when she was a baby.
It felt so good.  She began to imagine what it would be like to have
another baby cuddling with her.  Of course, it was ridiculous to think that
way but what harm was it to just fantasize?

   Heather awoke later that night to see a dark silhouette standing beside
her side of the bed.  "Hey," it whispered.  "Who's that sleeping in my
bed?"

   "It's me.  Goldilocks," Heather whispered back.  "I was just keeping
company with Mama Bear.  Did you have fun, Papa Bear?"

   "You're not supposed to have fun with clients."

   "Oh." Heather got up and gave her dad a hug good night.  "Daddy," she
whispered again.

   "What?"

   "You smell of perfume and it's not Mom's scent."

   "Hmm, I wonder how that happened.  Thanks for the warning.  Your mom
might misunderstand.  I'll clean up before hitting the sack."

   "Okay, Daddy.  Good night."

   He couldn't know his wife was just pretending to be asleep at that
moment.  She had a very good sense of hearing and a very good sense of
smell.



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   Chapter 11

   Lani woke up at her usual time but didn't feel like getting out of bed.
She looked over at Patrick, still fast asleep, and felt a wave of disgust.
The bastard was cheating on her again.  Fine, let him cheat!  She didn't
care any more.  Lani had done her best to have a good marriage but her
husband wasn't satisfied.  Well, this wasn't accomplishing anything thought
Lani after about five minutes of fuming.  She could stew all day and feel
sorry for herself but she still had her obligations even if Patrick was
stepping out on her.

   Lani felt suddenly modest around the man who was her husband of more
than 18 years and quickly donned a robe.  She no longer wished him to see
her naked.  Lani certainly didn't want Patrick to see her freshly trimmed
sex and it would be a cold day in hell before the angry wife would ever
allow him to touch her again.  Lani decided to skip her exercises and just
jump in the shower.  If Patrick was awake when she came out, Lani would
just dress in the bathroom.

   Danny was sound asleep when he felt the urge to sneeze.  Something was
tickling his face.  He rubbed at it and then heard a giggle.  Heather was
up to something.  "What the heck are you doing?" He opened his eyes and saw
his sister letting little bits of whatever fall from her hand and land on
his face.  "Get that out of my face.  What is that stuff?" he grumped.

   "It's Mom's pubic hair."

   "What?" Danny was now fully awake.  "Are you shittin' me?"

   In answer Heather held up a plastic sandwich bag with small dark hair
clippings at the bottom.  "Don't waste it," he urged.  "Can I have it?  How
did you get it?" He quickly got a rundown of the previous day's events up
to the time their father came home from entertaining his client.  "I'm
impressed," he said with admiration when Heather finished.  She had
accomplished things Danny had thought to do but only through intimidation.
Danny's sister was a very valuable ally indeed.  The next step would be to
get Lani to model all her purchases for him.

   "What did you do last night?"

   "I went next door and fucked the neighbors," he said in a matter of fact
tone.  It was kind of kinky fucking Devon in front of her mother and then
vice versa.  He'd like to be able to do the same thing with his sister and
mother.

   "Too bad you couldn't stick around last night.  I think Mom got real hot
when I trimmed her bush.  I know I was when she did me."

   "Maybe she still is.  I hope so." He grinned and made a grab for his
sister.  "Maybe you're still horny, too."

   "Save it for Mom if Devon and Margaret didn't wear you out," said
Heather giggling and pulling away.  "I don't think she got any from Dad. 
He came home reeking of someone else's perfume.  If she smelled it he'd be
dead meat right now."

   "Do you think she smelled it on Dad?" Carmen always did wear too much
perfume.  Good for her.

   Heather shrugged her shoulders.  "I'm not sure if she was awake or not."

   "Well, if I'm going to try something today, you're going to have to be
out of the house."

   Lani wished she could hold her liquor but after two glasses of wine she
was always feeling tipsy.  It was too early in the morning anyway but she
thought she needed one.

   Patrick was already on his way to the golf course and Heather was
planning on spending the day with Devon.  She didn't know Danny's plans but
wasn't sure if she had the energy to fend off her son if he stayed home and
tried something this morning.  She wasn't sure if she even wanted to.

   A half hour later Heather was gone and Danny still hadn't come
downstairs.  Lani didn't pay any attention where Danny was going the
previous night but he must have come back late and was now sleeping in. 
Lani decided to go have her glass of wine.  She knew she was stuck at home
after she finished it because it wouldn't be safe to drive.  Half way
through her second glass of wine the pretty mother decided to check up on
her son.  She wondered if he wasn't feeling well.  That would also explain
his sleeping in.  She knocked on his door and peeked in.

   "Are you awake, Danny?  Are you feeling all right?"

   "I'm feeling fine, Mom.  Come on in."

   "Uh, no thanks.  I just wanted to check up on you.  I'll leave you alone
now." She started to close the door.

   "Can we talk, Mom?"

   Lani stopped and took a step into the bedroom.  "What did you want to
talk about?"

   "I want to talk about you and me." Danny patted the mattress.  "Come sit
down by me."

   "There's nothing for us to talk about if you want to talk about what I
think you want to talk about." Even as she was speaking Lani shuffled
forward a few steps.  She wondered if that sounded right.  Her senses,
though slightly dulled by the alcohol, told her to turn around and walk out
the door.

   "You won't know until we have our talk." The teenager pointed to the
mattress again.  If she took a few more steps he would be able to reach out
and pull his mother to him.

   Lani took one more step, seemed to be thinking about something and then
said, "Let's have our talk downstairs.  Aren't you feeling hungry?  I'll
make a late breakfast or early lunch for you." She whirled around and
walked out the door.  Danny listened for her step on the stairs but then
heard her bedroom door open and then close.  Well, her bedroom was just as
good his bedroom thought the young man.  He was already dressed, or rather
undressed, for action.  Danny got out of his bed and followed his mother.
The young man's boner preceded him out the door.

   Lani heard a knock and the sound of her bedroom door opening.  "I'll be
right out," she said and then stifled a scream when she saw Danny strolling
through the door completely naked.  "You turn around and march yourself
right out of here, Danny Dwyer," his mother demanded but the young man just
ignored her and continued walking toward her.

   The woman thought about running into the master bathroom and locking
herself in but the shock seemed to root her to the spot and then the 17
year old was right beside her.  His mother knew he was too strong for her
to defend herself but she reached up to push him away.  "Argh!" Danny cried
and jumped away.

   "Wha- what happened?" Lani had barely touched him.  "Did I hurt you?"
She just wanted to stop Danny, not hurt him.

   "Your hands are freezing cold!"

   "I'm sorry," said Lani.  That sometimes happened to Lani when she was
extremely nervous.  The weather could be blazing hot and her hands would be
like blocks of ice.  Suddenly Lani started giggling.  Here she was, trying
to prevent her son from doing the gods knew what and Lani was apologizing
to him for having cold hands.  She didn't know whether it was the wine,
hysteria or a combination of both that was making the situation seem so
funny but the attractive woman couldn't stop giggling.  Danny was giggling
too now and moved to embrace his mother.  Lani jumped back.

   "Take one more step, Danny Dwyer, and I'll freeze something very
precious to you," she snarled and eyed his cock and balls.  Lani tried to
maintain a fierce aspect but it quickly dissolved into another bout of
giggling.

   "You wouldn't dare," he challenged.

   "I wouldn't huh?" Lani sneered and made a feint for the young man's
genitals.  Danny squeaked and jumped back.  He leaped on the bed and then
scurried to the other side.  "Come back here, you little coward," the woman
hissed and chased him to the other side of the bed.  Danny then leaped on
the bed again but this time pulled the covers over his body.  "That won't
save you," she declared and pulled the covers off.  Danny curled up in a
ball trying to protect his genitals.  Lani decided to place her hands on
his back and have him beg for mercy but when she did Danny barely flinched.

   "Your icy Death Touch has no effect on me now, Cryo-Woman," Danny
declared.  "I distracted you so I could use my microwave heat ray gun on
your hands.  They're no longer deadly, just slightly uncomfortable."

   "Curse you, Naked Boy," Lani responded.  "I'll get you yet." She started
to move off the bed but Danny grabbed her and hugged her to him.  "No,
Danny," she warned.  Lani wanted to say more but now her son's lips were
covering her own and kissing her.  The young man's mother didn't even
pretend reluctance and began to return his kisses with her own.  The older
woman felt a wave of lust as her son's exposed prick brushed against her
belly and briefly became trapped between their bodies.

   Darn it!  Lani thought.  He probably won't stop for anything this time.
Things are out of control and it's my own fault.  Here I am in bed with my
naked son and I'm half naked myself.  Her skirt was hiked to the top of her
thighs and she was wearing a pair of thongs.  Danny's hands were already
exploring the back of her thighs and if they wandered any higher he'd be
caressing her bare hips.  The young man's prick was brushing up against her
thighs and driving the woman crazy with erotic feelings.  She realized only
the barest strip of cloth prevented her son from fulfilling his incestuous
desires.  It wouldn't be long before her panties were gone if she couldn't
convince him to stop this insanity.  Danny's persistence and Patrick's
disinterest had combined to wear down Lani's resistance.  It was ridiculous
to think but she could swear father and son were working together to
achieve this result.  "I'm not playing any more, Danny.  Let go of me this
instant."

   "I'm not playing either, Mom.  Oh, shit!  I didn't know you wore
thongs." His hands roamed over his mother's bare cheeks.

   "Please, Danny," begged his pretty mother.  "This isn't right and you
promised to wait until I was ready anyway."

   "I'll wait a few more minutes, Mom."

   "I didn't mean it that way.  You know what I meant," Lani said and
sighed in frustration.  "Look, I don't mind kissing you.  I actually enjoy
it but I'm your mother and we can't go any further.  Can't you understand?
Now please get dressed and we'll lie here and kiss some more.  How about
it?" Lani didn't think for a moment Danny would agree and she was right.

   "Why don't you take off your clothes and we'll discuss it?  I've noticed
you admiring my body and I'd like to admire your body in return." Lani
blushed deeply.  It was true she'd been checking out her son's body,
especially his stiff prick.

   "Don't be ridiculous.  I'm your mother.  I won't do anything like that."

   "I've let you be a prick tease long enough.  Maybe I won't give you a
choice in the matter."

   "I am not a prick tease!" Lani protested.  "How dare you say that!  I've
tried to discourage you at every turn but you just keep ignoring my wishes.
What kind of son are you to treat me this way?"

   "I'm a horny son with a beautiful mother," said Danny.  It was as good
an answer as he had to her question because it was the complete truth. 
"We're wasting time." He would have preferred to have his mother's
cooperation but he realized it was unrealistic to expect it yet.  He played
at the waistband of her thongs causing Lani to squirm in discomfort.

   "I can't," she whined.  "Your sister may return any time now.  Heather's
just next door." Lani knew she'd die of shame if her daughter walked in and
saw them in this compromising position.

   "When would be a better time, Mom?"

   "I-I don't know.  Let me discuss it with your father.  I'll get back to
you." Why am I trying to be witty?  I should be screaming my head off.

   "Very funny, Mom.  I think you're just trying to stall me." He yanked
his mother's skirt to her waist, ignoring her gasp and protest.  "That's a
very pretty pair of panties," the young man said and kissed the thin fabric
covering her pubis.

   "I'm your mother, Danny," Lani breathed.  She thrilled to his kiss but
Danny couldn't know that.  Lani was becoming putty in her son's hands.

   "I know that."

   "You'll regret this."

   "I doubt it." Danny pulled on the waistband of Lani's panties and kissed
her exposed mound.

   "No!  Danny!" Lani knew if he kept that up her resistance was finished.

   "You look very pretty down here, Mom.  You're wearing sexy panties and
you're very nicely trimmed.  It's almost like you knew this was the day
we'd be making love."

   "I didn't know," Lani said as huffily as she could, "and we're not
making love.  You're forcing me into something I don't want."

   Danny could smell his mother's odors and noticed the crotch of her
panties were almost soaked with lubrication.  Yeah, he was forcing her but
she was as sexually excited as he was Danny decided.  She'd rather submit
to torture than admit she wanted him too.  Well, he'd oblige her with a
little torture.  Danny fancied himself as having a talented tongue.  At
least, that's what girls he'd gone out with told him.  His tongue snaked
out and tasted his mother's sex for the first time.  "Hunh!" Lani cried out
but she didn't protest.  That was encouraging to Danny.  He set about his
task of making his mother his personal play toy.

   Lani could only muster enough energy to give her son the most despairing
face she could imagine.  Surely, Danny would take pity on her and stop his
despicable actions when he caught sight of her.  Well, that was a waste she
decided.  He wasn't even looking at her face, instead concentrating all of
his attention on his mother's crotch.  The distraught mother couldn't think
any more.  Her resistance was gone even if her guilt loomed as large as
ever.  If she'd been a stronger person this would never have gotten
started. If she and Patrick had been better parents Danny would never have
even imagined committing incest with his mother.  If, if, if...

   Even as Lani was berating herself she began to unconsciously cooperate
in Danny's seduction even if she would vehemently deny it later.  How else
did her panties slide off so easily if not by her acquiescence?  Why did
her legs part so submissively when Danny crawled between her legs again
after removing her panties?

   Danny was quite pleased with himself.  Five minutes of careful attention
by his lips and tongue had brought about the desired results.  Lani was a
latent submissive and everything was going as he hoped it would.  Heather
had been instrumental in their mother's seduction and he was grateful to
her.  Danny would show his appreciation later.  He would have liked his
mother to be more responsive and perhaps play with his prick and be
completely naked like himself but he realized she was mostly likely in a
bit of a shock and he would have to be patient with her.  It was still
early in her training and the young man could be much more demanding later
on.

   Now it was time to stake his claim to the woman lying underneath him. 
Time was becoming a factor.  He wasn't worried about Heather coming in to
find them.  She had already been warned to stay away until he called but it
wouldn't be convenient for his father to walk in on them even if he was a
willing accomplice.  He wondered if his dad would have agreed to his
proposition if he thought his son could actually succeed in Lani's
seduction.

   The young man moved to cover his mother's body.  Lani looked into her
son's eyes as if still not believing he would actually fuck her despite all
that had taken place before.  She accepted a kiss and then responded with
one of her own wrapping her arms around his neck.  Lani flinched slightly
as she felt her son's prick caress her vulva, nudge apart the labia and
then sink within her.



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   Chapter 12

   "Please get off me, Danny."

   "No."

   "I have to go to the bathroom."

   "Can't you hold it for a while?"

   "I have to wash.  I wasn't protected and you may have impregnated me."

   "I know it's crazy but the thought of you being pregnant kind of excites
me."

   "It's very crazy, Danny.  Your father will be very suspicious and upset
if my belly begins to swell with a baby." Danny still didn't move.  Lani
knew she should be screaming at her son for him to come to his senses but
she couldn't work up the excitement.  Orgasms did that to her.  They made
her, well, mellow.  It made her realize she hadn't had an orgasm with
Patrick for quite a while.

   "I love you, Mom."

   "There you go using that word again.  I don't see how you can say you
love me when you don't even respect me."

   "I respect you."

   "You wouldn't be lying on top of me like this if you respected me, young
man.  Now, please let me get up." Danny wasn't exactly lying on top of his
mother but he still held her very close.

   "How do you avoid getting knocked up with Dad?"

   "I use a diaphragm with a spermicidal cream when your father and I have
relations.  Please let me use the bathroom." Lani was getting irritated
now.

   "It doesn't sound very spontaneous," said Danny.  "I guess I should use
a condom from now on." He finally released his mother and let her get up.
Lani ignored her son's observation.  There wasn't going to be a next time
much less a from now on.

   "I want you to leave now."

   "Why?  Are you afraid I'll see something I'm not supposed to?" The only
things I haven't seen are your tits.

   "I think you've seen more than you were ever meant to, young man," Lani
declared.  It looked like Danny wasn't moving so his mother turned and
walked into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door.

   "I'll wait for you out here, Mom," Danny called.

   "If you're not gone by the time by the time I get out..." the young man
heard but then the sound of running water drowned out her voice.  Danny had
no intention of leaving just yet.  A line had been crossed and the
relationship was changed.  Now that Danny had accomplished the main goal of
bedding his mom he knew he didn't want to stop.  Still, it would pay to be
extra careful.  The probable shock and regret Lani was going through might
make try something rash to stop her son.  Danny couldn't count on his dad
for protection.  Patrick would more than likely deny any knowledge of his
son's actions if anything went wrong.  Maybe it would be better to leave.

   "Danny, are you still out there?" Lani opened the door slightly and
peeked out.  "You'd better not be," she called, "or you're in big trouble."
She opened the door a little wider and stepped into the bedroom.  "I'm
giving you five seconds to clear out if you're hiding somewhere." The
closet door was closed completely so he probably wasn't hiding in there. 
Nevertheless she opened the sliding doors and peered warily inside. 
Finally satisfied the room was clear, Lani sat down on the bed and heaved a
great sigh.

   What in the heck happened here?  Well, that was a stupid question Lani
decided.  She knew exactly what happened.  Her and her son had had sexual
relations and it was wonderful.  No, no, that's not right.  It was
terrible! Terribly wrong!  It should never happen again even if he was a
skilled lover-a skilled lover, yes but I'm talking about my son.  I must be
going crazy.  That's for sure.  What if she were pregnant!  Lani did some
quick calculations and decided she was safe.  That was a relief.

   How could she have allowed this to happen?  Danny certainly gave her
plenty of warning of his intentions.  Lani just couldn't quite believe her
son would go through with it.  What do I do now?  She thought of telling
Patrick but the shame and guilt was too much to think of even if her
husband was cheating on her.  Did Patrick even care?  He'd probably use it
as an excuse to have me committed to the loony bin.  What would Heather
think of her?  And what about Danny?  His life would be ruined.  I don't
want that.  Maybe I should take him to a psychiatrist.

   Where did he learn to be such a good lover?  He's only 17 years old but
he's very experienced.  Who taught him?  How many others has he been with
before me?  Gosh darn it, thought Lani.  I'm thinking like a jealous girl
friend.  I'm not his girl friend.  I'm his mother.  Maybe I'm the one who
needs the psychiatrist.  Somehow, Lani had to fix things the way they were
before this whole mess started.

   The attractive mother went to the closet and took out another skirt. 
No, this isn't right either.  This is the way Danny wants me to dress the
attractive woman thought.  Better to dress the way I used to and to heck
with those skimpy panties also.  Lani nodded her head with determination
and dressed in her favorite slacks.  Yeah, that felt better.

   "Hi, Mom."

   "Hello, darling.  Would you like some lunch?" Thank goodness Heather had
returned from the neighbors.

   "No thanks, Mom.  I had something to eat next door."

   "Why are you dressed like that, Mom?" said Danny.  "I thought you were
dressing sexier lately.  You look kind of dumpy by comparison."

   "I'm not interested in what you think of how I dress," snapped Lani. 
"It's none of your business anyway." She felt embarrassed all the same
despite her effort to put Danny in his place.  She couldn't say what she
wanted in front of Heather.

   "What a creep you are!" said Heather.  "Mom dresses just fine." She
hoped she displayed the correct amount of outrage.

   "Well excuse me for venturing an opinion," Danny responded.  He picked
up the sandwich he was eating and walked out to the patio.

   "The nerve of that boy!" Lani steamed and she wasn't just referring to
his criticism of her attire.

   "Yeah," Heather agreed.  "Even though Danny's right he still shouldn't
have said anything."

   "Thanks a lot."

   "Sorry!" Heather was blushing as red as her mother.  She didn't mean to
put it that way.  Well, maybe she did mean it.  The pretty teen decided to
join her brother on the patio.

   Maybe dumpy is good thought Lani after Heather left.  It might
discourage Danny if she looked unattractive to him.  Lani didn't believe
going back to slacks was going to do it.  There had to be another way.  She
was tempted to pour herself another glass of wine but she decided against
it.  That wasn't the way to deal with her stress.  The wine had already got
her in trouble.  Or at least, it helped to get her in trouble.  Lani
wondered if should would have been able resist Danny if she hadn't been
intoxicated.  How did other people deal with stressful situations?

   Lani's dilemma brought to mind a good friend of hers.  Carolyn was two
inches shorter than Lani but was 30 pounds heavier.  She dealt with her
stress by eating.  Yeah, maybe that was the answer.  Lani knew Danny didn't
go for overweight girls.  Maybe putting on a few pounds wouldn't hurt. 
Even though Lani liked to make desserts for her family she always avoided
eating them.  Well, except maybe a nibble or two to test it.  Now there's a
reason to stop denying yourself she reasoned.  Lani opened up her favorite
book of dessert recipes and began to fantasize preparing and eating each
and every one of them.

   There was chocolate mousse cake, napoleons, banana cream pie, pecan
sticky buns, buttery croissants, hazelnut biscotti, truffles and numerous
other goodies that struck Lani's fancy.  Suddenly she slammed the book
shut. Preparing all that was a lot of hard work.  To heck with that!  Let
the Cheesecake Factory do all the work.  She'd go there on Monday and
proceed to eat her way through their dessert menu.  She always wanted to do
that.  Maybe Lani would start out each morning with a couple of Krispy
Kremes.  Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present Lani Dwyer, winner of
the Miss Piggy look-alike contest.  Squeal and oink for us, Lani.  "Oink,
oink," she said aloud to herself.

   "Mom seems upset with you," said Heather as she sat down beside her
brother.  "What's happened now?" Danny responded with a big grin. 
Heather's eyes got big.  "Oh, my god!  You've got to be kidding," she
mouthed silently.

   "I'm not kidding," said Danny.

   "Tell me everything," his sister demanded.  After getting a brief
narrative of the morning's events she said, "Gosh, now I'm afraid of what
Mom might do."

   Danny shrugged his shoulders.  "Getting cold feet, huh?  Well, I don't
think she'll tell Dad, call the cops or anything like that but I definitely
think she wants to turn back the clock.  I'm not going to let her do that."
Not if I can help it.

   "I wish you'd leave Mom alone.  After all, you still have me and an
unlimited variety of other sex-crazed women including Devon and Margaret."

   "Are you starting to feel sorry for Mom?"

   "Not really but I don't think it's worth it for the risk you're taking."

   "Actually, leaving Mom alone is not at all a bad idea."

   "What's your devious mind coming up with now?"

   "You'll see, I hope."

   "I just hope you don't get badly burned 'cause you're playing with
fire."

   "Hi, honey," said Patrick as he walked in from the garage.  "Anything to
eat around here?"

   "There's the fridge.  You're welcome to eat anything you find in there."

   "Thanks," he said and began to rummage for a snack.  "How's the day
been?" he said merely to say something.

   "It's been the worst day ever so far.  Thanks for asking." Patrick
cringed and immediately regretted asking the question but he couldn't
ignore her vague answer.

   "Danny got under your skin again, huh?"

   "I guess that is a way of putting it."

   "I'll have another talk with the boy," Patrick promised.  He didn't dare
ask for details.

   "You do that," his wife responded.  "Patrick, do you remember us talking
about having another baby?"

   "That was ten years ago.  Why are you bringing it up now?"

   "Heather wants a little brother or sister and I figure we'd better do it
now if we're going to do it before..."

   "I think I'd rather have my nuts crushed in a vise." Patrick loved his
children but two was enough for him.

   "Oh, well," said Lani.  "That sounds like a lot more fun than making a
baby.  There's a vise out in the garage, isn't there?  I could take care of
that for you right now if you'd like." Well, it was stupid to think another
child could revive a marriage.

   "Heh, heh!  Very funny, dear.  That was just my way of saying thanks but
no thanks.  But listen, I'll admit you caught me by surprise.  Give me a
few days to think about it, okay?" Jeez Louise!  The woman must be going
through the change already.  He decided to talk to Danny right away.

   "Hi, kids," said Patrick as he stepped out to the patio.

   "Hi, Daddy," Heather chirped.  "C'mon and join us."

   "Don't mind if I do," he responded and sat down next to Heather.

   "How's your golf game, Dad?"

   "It's coming along fine.  You ought to join me some time.  Golf's a
great game."

   "I'll think about it."

   Patrick turned to Heather.  "Listen, honey.  I have to discuss something
in private with your brother.  Could you leave us alone for a while?"

   "Sure, Daddy," said Heather.  She winked at her brother and strolled
inside.  Danny was sure to give her the details later.

   "Is there anything wrong?" said Danny.  He felt a bit apprehensive.  He
didn't think his mom would blurt out the morning's activities to his dad
but he could have been wrong or it could have something to do with Carmen.
"How was your date with Carmen?

   "Oh, my date with Carmen went fine.  She's a very charming lady.  It's
your mother who concerns me."

   "Uh, what did she tell you?"

   "She told me she wants to have another baby."

   "I certainly didn't give her any ideas about her having a baby." Not by
his dad, at least.  "What did you tell her?" This was definitely a surprise
to Danny.

   "I told her I didn't want another child, of course."

   "Then that's it.  There's nothing to worry about, right?"

   "You obviously don't know all you should about women."

   Danny shrugged his shoulders.  What he didn't know about women probably
wasn't worth knowing.  "I'm willing to learn more." What's Dad driving at?

   "When a woman asks a man if he wants to make a baby with her she's not
really asking him."

   "I don't understand, Dad.  What do you mean?"

   "I mean she's not really asking for permission or approval.  She's
telling you she wants to get pregnant and that's that.  There's nothing on
Earth that will stop her."

   "Sure you can stop her.  Just don't cooperate with Mom.  I mean there's
a certain level of cooperation a girl needs from a guy in order to get
pregnant, right?"

   "Right," Patrick conceded.

   "Well, then there's nothing to worry about," he reiterated.

   "It ain't that easy when it's between a husband and wife but that's
obviously something you'll have to learn in the future.  Right now I need
you to do me a favor."

   "What's that, Dad?"

   "I don't know what you've been saying to your mom with you trying to
romance her and I don't want to know but it's obviously having a weird
effect on her.  I want you to lay off of her for a while until she gets rid
of her crazy ideas about babies.  The last thing I want to think about at
this stage of my life is raising another child."

   "Of course I'll cooperate with you, Dad," declared Danny, "although I
don't quite know what I said.  Are you sure it wasn't something Heather
said?"

   "Oh, she said something about Heather wanting a little brother or sister
but I can't go telling your sister to shut up.  It would hurt her feelings.
Girls are always asking for younger siblings anyway so I don't give that
much credence.  She was seven years old when I last heard it so I am
surprised she brought it up now.  I'm pretty sure it was something you
said."

   "I won't say another word to her if it'll make you feel better," Danny
promised.

   "I'll appreciate it, Danny.  It'll only be temporary, I'm sure.  By the
way I'm not saying you shouldn't take your mother out again." He reached
into his wallet, pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to his son.
"Take her to another movie or something.  Just stick to safe topics when
you talk to her like the dangers of overpopulation in the world, heh heh,
and maybe keep your hands to yourself for a while.  She's been bending my
ear about that, too."

   "You can count on me, Dad, and thanks for the cash."

   "You're welcome, son.  Uh, I hope this doesn't upset your plans too
much. I'm sure it'll be temporary."

   "Don't give it another thought, Dad."

   "I've, uh, asked Carmen out again.  I hope you don't think I'm going
back-"

   "Say no more," said Danny.  "We're two men of the world.  We all have to
flexible, right?" It'll fit in nicely with my plans.



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   Chapter 13

   Danny was having a dream, a nightmare really.  He was dreaming someone
was trying to sodomize him and..."Yeow!" he screamed.  He was fully awake
now and someone really was trying to sodomize him.  He heard Heather
giggle. She was up to something again.  "What the..."

   "I grew a prick," said Heather switching on the bedside lamp.  "Do you
like it?" She was wearing a strap-on dildo.  It was 12:30 a.m.  The dildo
looked like a real prick over eight inches long and quite thick.

   "Don't you ever," he started to threaten but then heard his parents'
bedroom door open and close.  Mom or Dad was coming to investigate the
noise.  "Shhh!" he hissed sounding like air escaping from a tire.  He
switched off the lamp.  Heather was already trying to hide although there
really wasn't anyplace to do so.  Danny rushed to the door and slipped
through just as his mother was about to knock.

   "I heard you scream.  Is anything the matter?" Lani whispered.

   "I, uh, got a cramp and it hurt like crazy.  I'm all right now.  Sorry
for waking you up."

   "That's all right.  Listen Danny, now's probably not the time to talk
about what happened this morning but..."

   "Anytime's the right time to talk, Mom.  Will you massage where it hurts
while we talk?"

   "Where does it hurt?"

   "Right here." Lani looked where Danny pointed and saw his rapidly
inflating prick in the dim light.  The teenager liked to sleep in the buff.

   "Cover yourself this instant, Danny Dwyer," Lani hissed.  "You may have
wakened Heather and she may come out any second."

   "Let's step into my room.  We'll be alone there."

   "Put a robe on and meet me downstairs." There was no way Lani was going
to Danny's room at this time of night.  Of course, lately no time or place
was really safe with that boy without a bodyguard.

   "See you downstairs," Danny whispered and slipped back through the door.

   "That was close," Heather whispered when Danny sat down on the bed.  "I
would've died if she would have caught me in here wearing this prick."

   "Me too.  Where did you get that thing?" Danny demanded.

   "I got it from Margaret," Heather explained.  "She let me use it on
her."

   "That bitch is too weird," said Danny.

   "She says that you're not around enough to satisfy her."

   "Well don't let her use that on you." He didn't want Heather's snatch
all stretched out.

   "Don't worry," Heather said.  "Devon and I want to keep ourselves pure
and exclusive for the Sacred Prick.  That's you."

   "Thanks a lot," said Danny.  "I'm going to meet Mom downstairs.  You
sneak out of here in a few minutes and I never want to see that dildo
again. You better take it back next door.  You don't want Mom finding it."

   "Yes sir.  Almost getting caught was kind of exciting and it made me
horny.  How about fucking me before going to see Mom?"

   "Good night, Heather." Seeing his sister with a realistic prick attached
to her loins kind of put him off on his desire for her.  The young man
shuddered involuntarily.

   Lani was debating how to deal with her son while she waited for him in
the den.  Should she beg and plead or threaten and demand?  Shall I give
him an ultimatum?  Nothing seemed to work with him so far.  It would be so
easy to surrender to him.  No, that's not right.  It's unnatural.  Lani was
frightened on how easy thoughts of surrender crossed her mind.  One thing
about it, Danny knew how to deliver attention and excitement to a woman. 
It was something the attractive mother certainly wasn't getting from her
husband.

   "Sit down over there," said Lani when Danny came into the den.  It was a
chair about five feet away.  She didn't want him any closer.

   "I want to cuddle with you on the sofa again." It was obvious the young
man wasn't going to take his mother seriously.

   "Let me know when you do want to talk." Lani stood up and brushed past
Danny.  The young man took the opportunity to grope her luscious body.  In
an unconscious defensive reaction Lani reached out and slapped her son in
the face.  She knew she was in trouble then.  Hadn't she been warned not to
try that again?

   "I didn't like that, Mom," Danny said.  He rubbed at his face in an
effort to relieve the sting.

   "Tough shit, mister!" she growled at him defiantly.  Lani was a lioness
now and she was going to make a late night snack out of this young buck. 
She hoped the bluff would work but Danny merely smiled and made a sudden
lunge.

   "No, Danny!" she yelped.  Lani suddenly wasn't feeling so ferocious.  In
fact, she was frightened out of her wits.  Danny was pulling her toward the
sofa.  "Let go of me!  You'll regret this!" The woman tried to put force
behind her words but she heard herself whining instead.

   "I'm going to teach you a little lesson, Mom," Danny said quietly.  He
sat down on the sofa and pulled his mother over on his lap.  He's going to
spank me Lani guessed as she felt her robe and nightgown being pulled up.

   "Don't you dare!  I'll call the police and have done with you if so much
as-aah!" Lani yelled as rear cheek stung with the blow of her son's hand.
Danny had learned his lesson with Margaret.  He didn't want to punish or
hurt his mother as much as he wanted to humiliate her.  The blows would
certainly be uncomfortable but the young man wouldn't be putting any wear
and tear on his hand.  Lani's panties still covered her rear but they
offered no protection at all.

   Lani wanted to howl in misery when Danny started spanking her bottom. 
Not that it hurt that bad but the mere idea of her own son administering
corporal punishment made the attractive woman prefer death to discovery by
any other member of the family so she gritted her teeth until Danny
stopped. "Please let me up now," she begged.  Tears were falling from her
eyes.  Struggling only seemed to accentuate her helplessness.

   "That was only ten swats, Mom.  I'm not finished."

   "You are finished, you..." Lani started to threaten and insult her
tormentor but she checked herself.  She didn't want to give Danny any
excuse to continue her torture and humiliation.  "I don't want to be caught
like this, Danny.  Your father or your sister may hear us and come down to
investigate.  It was eleven swats."

   "When you call the cops they're going to find out anyway so I might as
well get my licks in.  You were counting?  So was I and I counted ten."

   "Fine, Danny, it was ten.  I'm not going to call anyone if you just stop
and let me up right now?"

   "You're not going to tell the cops?"

   "No, Danny, I'm not going to tell the cops.  Please let me up."

   "Or Dad?"

   "No, not your dad either."

   "Dr.  Laura or the National Enquirer?"

   "No, Danny."

   "Jerry Springer or Oprah?"

   "No!"

   "The SPCA?"

   "No, no and no!  Please stop torturing me, please..." Lani burst into a
round of sobbing but Danny was neither phased nor offering any mercy.

   "Anyone I haven't mentioned?" Lani merely shook her head.  She felt
defeated.  Danny finally seemed satisfied and began to caress his mother's
rear end as if to soothe the pain away.  The distraught mother lay in her
undignified position and didn't protest Danny's caresses.  It seemed wise
because he was going to do as he pleased anyway.  "You're all wet down
there, Mom.  Did you pee in your pants?" he said as his dipped between her
thighs and explored the crotch of her panties.

   "No, Danny." Lani's son was continuing with his humiliation by implying
she'd gotten off on being spanked.  The older woman didn't have to wonder
about that.  She knew it was true.  At least she was grateful about not
being spanked any more.

   "Hmm, I like seeing you better in the thong panties, Mom.  Could you
please go back to wearing those?"

   "I, uh, okay." Lani really didn't feel she had a choice.

   "And please go back to wearing skirts.  Will you do that?"

   "Yes, Danny."

   "Thanks, Mom, I'll appreciate it.  By the way, when we go out this
Friday you'll be wearing your little black dress, won't you?"

   "I'll have to check with your father..."

   "That's not what I asked you," Danny interrupted.

   "I'll wear what you want you want me to wear whenever we go out, Danny."

   "That's good because I also want you to start wearing sexy garter belts
and stockings."

   "Look, Danny," she started to say and then changed her mind about trying
to reason with him.  "Uh, I'll go to the mall tomorrow."

   "That's great, Mom," her son declared and helped her sit up straight on
the sofa.  Once Lani was upright Danny took her in his arms and kissed her.
It wasn't the chaste kiss usually exchanged between a mother and son as a
sign of affection.  Lani responded readily and why not?  He'd conquered her
again, hadn't he?  The young man was merely exercising his rights but she
had to try and stop him from what seemed to her inevitable.

   "Please listen to me for a few minutes, Danny.  Will you do that?"

   "Sure, Mom.  Go ahead and start talking."

   "Look, Danny, I can't let you do again what we did Sunday morning."

   "You mean fuck, right?"

   "Y-yes," Lani conceded.  She didn't want to quibble with his rude choice
of words but what they did, in her own words, was have pure animal sex and
commit incest in the bargain.

   "But we can do everything else except fuck, right?"

   "We shouldn't be doing any of this, darling.  Don't you realize the
consequences we'd face if we were caught or if I became pregnant?"

   "I like it when you call me darling, Mom.  You can call me that when
we're alone."

   "Are you listening, young man?  You promised to at least do that."

   "Don't worry, Mom.  I won't fuck you again until you ask me to."

   "I, uh, sincerely doubt if I'll ever ask you to do that." Lani had
finally learned never to say never to her son.  He always took that as a
challenge.  Still, she worried Danny might have a plan to coerce her into
asking him to fuck her.  "Like I said yesterday, I do enjoy your kisses but
even if we were seen doing something as innocent as kissing it might raise
a lot of questions and unforeseen consequences."

   "It sounds like you want to go back to the way things were, Mom."

   "That's exactly what I want.  This improper relationship between you and
me should never have gotten started in the first place.

   "But it did, Mom, and it's too late to turn back the clock." Danny
kissed his mother again and ground his rock hard prick against her belly.
Lani flinched a bit but didn't protest.  That was a significant concession
she rationalized.  The attractive woman thought she could cope with that
for now.  They were still risking discovery with the attendant consequences
but at least the fear of pregnancy had receded.

   Lani kissed back and began to respond to Danny's caresses with caresses
of her own.  If only he were someone else and not her own son Lani would
have gladly given herself to the young man completely, body and soul,
without regret.  The young man loosened his robe and exposed his prick to
his mother.  She actually smiled and grasped in her delicate hand stroking
it back and forth.  Danny looked at her expectantly and Lani blushed when
she realized what her son wanted.

   No words were needed.  It was something Lani had done with Patrick and
with a couple of guys she dated before meeting Patrick but she could never
say she enjoyed it.  Well, Danny did say everything else except fucking,
didn't he?  He was unlikely to reopen negotiations at this point.  Lani
slowly bent her head to accept Danny's prick into her mouth.  She was half
hoping her son would stop her at the last moment but knowing he wouldn't.
What normal teenager wouldn't want an attractive woman sucking his cock
being his mother to boot?

   Danny gasped in pleasure as his mother's mouth enveloped his prick. 
Lani thought it would make her feel humiliated again but she surprised
herself by instead feeling pleased by her son's reaction.  She wondered how
many other girls had sucked his prick.  Was she being compared against the
others?  The woman redoubled her efforts to give her son a first-rate
cocksucking experience.  Lani didn't want to be thought of as mediocre in
that department.

   Lani didn't like the taste of a man's cum and she hated the thought of
swallowing it also so when she sensed Danny was ready the woman started to
pull away with the intention of finishing him off by hand.  Danny grabbed
her hair and held her in place as he began to squirt his cum.  It seemed
like an awful lot and it was a choice of swallow or choke.  "Did you really
have to make me swallow it?" she asked when he finally released her from
his grip.

   "I wouldn't have it any other way, Mom."

   "That was very cruel," she admonished him.

   "Tough shit, lady!" Danny pulled Lani up to his side and put his arm
around her shoulder.  He didn't say another word and Lani was too stunned
to add any of her own.  She felt exhausted and leaned her head on her son's
shoulder.  It must be very late she thought.  Lani should have been
retreating to her own bedroom filled with disgust for herself and Danny. 
Instead she felt relaxed, relaxed enough to fall asleep right beside Danny
on the sofa.  A sudden realization made Lani giggle.

   "What's so funny?"

   "Nothing really," said Lani.  "The whole situation is so ludicrous I
can't help laughing.  I think we should be heading back to our own beds,
don't you think?" She didn't want to tell Danny she didn't resent anything
that happened tonight.  That was her realization.  Was she falling in love
with this young man, her own son?  It's still wrong and very foolish. 
That's for sure.  How was she going to reconcile these feelings?  Danny was
just using her and she didn't care any more.  I'd better start acting like
a responsible wife and mother even if everyone else is crazy she told
herself.  She just wished Danny would get tired of her.  Perhaps the good
folks at Krispy Kreme and the Cheesecake Factory could help out.



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   Chapter 14

   "Hey, who brought home Krispy Kremes and didn't share?" said Heather. 
She held up the box she found in the trash for all to see.

   Damn!  Lani had meant to destroy the evidence before anyone got home. 
She purchased four doughnuts that morning and brought them home.  The first
doughnut tasted great.  The second one tasted okay.  The problem was with
the third and fourth doughnuts.  They both tasted like sweetened lard and
all four sat in Lani's stomach like lead weights for most of the day.  This
was not the way Lani wanted to gain pounds.  She just hoped they wouldn't
discover the slices of cheesecake hidden in the seldom visited recesses of
the refrigerator.  "A friend came by today and she brought them to share
with me."

   "Your fat friend Carolyn probably," said Patrick.

   "Carolyn is not fat," snapped Lani, "and I resent your name-calling. 
You're not exactly Mr.  Physical Fitness yourself.  You could afford to
lose 20 pounds easily."

   "Ooh, that hurt, honey," replied her husband as he helped himself to
another helping of mashed potatoes.  "I'm just glad she doesn't come over
too often.  One Goodyear blimp in this town is enough.  By the way, I
noticed you skipped your exercise routine this morning."

   "That's my business.  Besides, you wouldn't care if I did look like a
blimp," declared the annoyed woman.

   "Of course I'd care," said Patrick.  "I'm devastated that you'd even
think that way about me."

   "I'd care, Mom," said Heather.  She didn't want her mother fat unless
she was fat with a baby.  The thought reminded her to check with her mom
and ask if she discussed having another baby with her dad.

   "Me too," said Danny.  He looked at his mother as if he was trying to
read her mind.  At least, that's how it seemed to Lani.  She was feeling
awfully transparent under her son's gaze.  "What's for dessert?"

   "I, uh, went shopping at the mall today and stopped at the Cheesecake
Factory.  I brought home some cheesecake for everyone," said Lani.  She'd
better cut her losses.  If they found the cheesecake on their own Danny
might, well, she didn't want to think about it.

   "Yummy, I love cheesecake," said Heather.  She was lucky enough to
pretty much eat anything she wanted and not gain weight.

   "See what you're doing to me, Lani," said Patrick.  "You imply I could
be in better shape and then you bring home cheesecake for dessert.  He
affected a look of profound sadness.  "I feel so violated," he sighed.

   "I'm so sorry, dearest.  That was thoughtless of me.  I'll let the
children have your slice."

   "Anyone reaching for my slice of cheesecake pulls back a stump," growled
the man.

   Later, when Lani was alone in the kitchen, Danny brought down a set of
bathroom scales and placed the infernal device on the floor.  Although
embarrassed and mortified the attractive mother didn't try to play dumb or
argue with her son.  She merely stepped on the scales and waited while
Danny made a note of her weight.  Not a word was exchanged but the
implication was clear.  Danny would be checking up on her periodically and
there better not be any pounds gained.  She bridled a bit when the teenager
fished a cloth tape measure out of his pocket but Lani held her tongue
while he completed his measurements.  "Trust, but verify," said Danny.  "I
hear President Reagan used to say that a lot.  By the way, Mom, thanks
again for letting Heather and me have your piece of cheesecake."

   Trying to pork out to gain weight was a bad idea anyway Lani thought. 
She would have only hurt herself in the end.  The attractive woman finished
her second glass of wine.  At least her bully son hadn't forbidden her
drinking alcohol yet.  She was alone in the den.  Patrick had to "run an
errand." He probably went to meet the perfumed bimbo from Saturday night.
Danny had wandered out the door without saying where he was going and
Heather was up in her room probably gabbing on the telephone.  Well, she
might as well go up to her room and try on the purchases she made at the
mall.

   Lani had always thought the garter belt and stocking combination looked
attractive.  Actually, those catalog models could make anything look
attractive but that was beside the point.  They certainly were sexy but
definitely not utilitarian and so Lani never thought about purchasing them
until Danny suggested it and added the palm of his hand as an incentive.

   Trying on intimate wear could be a sensuous experience if one was in the
right mood for it and the two glasses of wine helped.  Lani slipped on the
stockings and then fastened them to the belt.  She then put on a pair of
high heels and examined herself in the mirror.  The attractive woman
thought she looked pretty good actually.  She imagined being a femme
fatale. "You'll not cheat on me again, Patrick Dwyer.  You worm!" Lani
pointed her finger at the mirror.  "Pow!  Pow!  Pow!  Pow!" The vengeful
woman smiled grimly as she pumped hot lead into the body of her worthless
husband.  The corpse jumped each time a death pellet slammed into the blood
splattered carcass.  Good riddance!

   Next, she was a Mata Hari using her feminine charms and wiles to seduce
the hapless scientist into turning over the classified information desired
by her spy masters.  "Of course I love you, darling.  Once you give me the
secret invisibility formula we'll run away together and no one will find
us. We'll live happily ever after." The mistress of espionage knew she'd be
ordered to kill her scientist-lover unless he agreed to work for the other
side but the first order of business was the formula.

   The young man was tied securely to the whipping bar and stripped naked.
"Mercy please, mistress," cried the young man.  "I'll be good from now on.
I promise.  Mercy!" Mercy indeed thought the dominatrix, Mistress Lani. 
There would no mercy for this insolent pup, Danny Dwyer.  She gripped her
favorite birch rod.  The arrogant teenager was about to receive 1,000
lashes on his cute little butt and he had earned every one of them.  The
first lash was always her favorite.  The young man cried out in agony as it
made contact with his previously unmarked flesh.  "Argh!  No, mistress!  It
hurts so much, mistress..."

   "Okay, you horny sailors.  Let's welcome the world famous stripper
extraordinaire, Sweet Leilani." Lani began to bump and grind around the
bedroom to the raucous cheers of the men of the U.S.  Sixth Fleet.  After
the show Sweet Leilani would fuck the fleet admiral who promised to give
her a joy ride on his aircraft carrier.  Leilani was her given name but she
never used it except for signing legal documents.  She was conceived on her
parents' Hawaiian honeymoon and so they named her Leilani in a fit of
sentimentality.

   With the knock at the door Lani became the little girl almost caught
doing something naughty.  "Just a minute," she called and rushed to put on
her robe.  "Who is it?"

   "It's Heather.  Can I come in?"

   Lani breathed a sigh of relief.  "Come on in." Heather walked in wearing
a short robe.

   "You look flushed, Mom.  Have you been working out?"

   "N-no, I haven't.  It's just, well; I was trying on some new purchases."

   "What did you buy?  Can I see?" Heather asked excitedly.  Lani didn't
see any reason to keep it a secret from her daughter so she loosened the
robe and held it open to let her see.  "That's way cool, Mom!  You look so
sexy," Heather enthused.  "Can I get something just like it?"

   "We'll see," said her mother.  "What can I help you with?"

   "I just wanted to talk." She opened her own robe.  "I know it's only
been a couple of days but do you see any stray hairs?" She had her thongs
on beneath the robe and nothing else.

   "No, everything looks okay from here."

   "Well, I think I saw some on you." Heather reached into the pocket of
her robe and drew out a pair of scissors.  "Lie back on the bed and let me
check you."

   "I don't think so, honey.  Your father might come home and I don't want
him to see me like this."

   "Don't be silly, Mom.  Dad's seen you like this millions of times."
Heather nudged her mother into a seated position on the bed.  Lani thought
about refusing but after all, it should only take a few seconds.  She
slipped down her panties and lay back on the bed.  "Speaking of Daddy, did
you ask him what he thought of you having another baby?"

   "Yes, I brought the subject up to him but your father has made it pretty
clear he's not interest in raising another child.  Sorry."

   "Darn!  Why not?"

   "I think he thinks we're too old to start raising a baby again.  He's 40
years old and I'm not far behind.  I guess the next babies won't be born
until you and your brother start raising families of your own.  That won't
be for years."

   "I don't see how Daddy can resist you, Mom.  You're so beautiful.  If I
was your husband I'd have given you a dozen babies by now." Heather
believed every word she spoke.  The pretty teenager knew she'd freak out
her mother but she was sorely tempted to kiss her pretty mound.  She
pretended to snip at stray hairs but it was only an excuse to keep staring
at her mother's beautiful sex.

   "Oh, my goodness," said Lani with a giggle.  "I'm glad you're not my
husband then.  I'd be worn out with a dozen children." Heather seemed to be
taking a long time with the grooming but it didn't bother her at all.

   "I thought maybe you were dressing this way to get Daddy all hot and
trick him into giving you a baby.  That's what I'd do if I wanted to have a
guy's baby."

   "Oh, honey.  That's not right.  Having a baby is a serious decision and
it requires a sober and conscious agreement by both the man and the woman."
Heather's statement began to worry Lani.  She hoped her daughter wasn't
serious.  "Are you finished?  I'll be surprised if I have any hair left
down there after you get through with those scissors." Lani was glad now
about Patrick's refusal.  There was no way she was going to have another of
his children.

   "Just one more second," said Heather.  Finally succumbing to temptation
the young, pretty girl bent down and applied a kiss just above her mother's
closely cropped bush.

   "What did you just do?" Lani hoped she just imagined it.  She'd had
enough shocks from her husband and son.  She didn't need another one from
her daughter.  Maybe it was the alcohol affecting her.  The attractive
mother sat up and pulled her panties into place.

   "I'm sorry, Mom.  Are you angry with me?" Heather was far from sorry she
did it.  It was just as exciting for her as having sex with her brother. 
The young teen just didn't want it to be the last time she was intimate
with her mother.

   "N-no, I'm not angry.  You just kind of took me by surprise." How do I
handle this without traumatizing my daughter?  "Have you been experimenting
or...  ?"

   "I like guys, Mom but I guess I'm sort of confused at times because I
think beautiful women like you are so sexy.  I didn't mean to upset you."

   "You didn't upset me, darling," Lani insisted.  Well, perhaps she was a
little upset.  She was glad the wine had relaxed her a bit.  It was
flattering being called beautiful by her daughter even though she felt
Heather was probably exaggerating.

   "I really haven't done anything like this before except maybe when Devon
and me practice kissing.  We take turns being the boy so that when we start
making out with boys for real we won't be inexperienced.  Do you know what
I mean?" Heather knew it wouldn't help to tell her mother she and Devon had
become mutual cuntlickers since Sunday.

   "I know exactly what you mean," her mother answered.  In fact, Lani had
done much the same thing when she was Heather's age.  It was harmless.  She
was glad her daughter hadn't done anything more serious.  "I'm just worried
that with anyone else they could take it wrong and your reputation could be
seriously damaged.  You should be waiting until you're much older before
you experiment with such things and it should always be with a consenting
partner." I feel like such a hypocrite Lani thought.  I shouldn't be
lecturing my daughter about sex and morals after what I've done with my own
son.

   "So, will you consent to let me give you a kiss?" Her eyes were full of
mischief.

   "Of course, you silly," said Lani with a giggle, "but on the lips only,
if you please." Except it wasn't the kiss she was used to getting from her
daughter but the type she was getting from her son.  Lani was shocked to
silence and didn't resist Heather's sensuous kiss.  Heather smiled then,
wished her mother a pleasant evening and went to her room.  Her brother was
right.  Their mother was a submissive.  The young teen began to think her
mother would take to the dildo very well.

   Lani was sure now her whole family was going crazy.  Either that or she
was the one going crazy.  Her husband was cheating on her and the children
were trying to seduce her.  Well, Danny had already seduced her but now it
seemed Heather was intending to do the very same thing.  Or was she trying
to read too much into the child's kiss after what happened with her son? 
She just wished Heather's kiss didn't make her feel so uneasy, however
pleasant it was.

   "How are you doing with your mother?" said Margaret with whom Danny was
visiting just next door.

   "She's still resisting me but I think I'm doing all right," said Danny.
He didn't want to give his neighbor too much information even though she
claimed to be his sex slave.

   "Well, I don't think you can blame her.  I have a friend named Sue who's
a 35 year old divorcee with a 16 year old son.  She's absolutely and
hopelessly in romantic love with him and fantasizes having his baby but
she's too uptight to take him to bed.  Of course, if it was me, I would
have had him moving into the master bedroom with me long ago."

   "I don't doubt that.  I can afford to be patient but maybe you can help
me speed my mom up a little.  It might be fun."

   "I love fun," said Margaret.  "What do you want me to do?"



   ------

   Chapter 15

   Friday evening found Lani once again getting ready to go out with her
son, Danny.  This time she would dress exactly as the young man desired. 
Lani didn't want him to have any excuse to spank or otherwise humiliate
her. Well, Danny pretty much made it clear he didn't need to have an excuse
to do that but there wasn't any sense in provoking him.

   Lani looked at herself in the mirror.  No question about it; she looked
fabulous.  The attractive woman was wearing her little black cocktail dress
and her slut shoes with the fuck me heels.  The dress was a bit too short
not to show the stocking tops when she sat down but it couldn't be helped.
If Danny wanted to fuck her tonight she'd be prepared.  Lani was wearing
her birth control device.  He'd be crazy if he didn't want to fuck her Lani
observed.

   The two glasses of wine Lani had already downed helped her make that
assessment.  There didn't seem to be any reason to continue resisting him.
Danny's persistence and her husband's disinterest made the unfortunate
woman ready to surrender.  She would make that clear when they were alone
in a romantic setting.  Lani smiled at her image in the mirror.  Her son
was definitely in for a surprise.  He was about to have a ready and willing
sex fiend on his hands.

   Lani looked forward to showing her son what an experienced woman could
do when she was a consenting partner.  She was going to fuck Danny's brains
out until he gibbered like an idiot.  You wouldn't be thinking like this if
Patrick was treating you right in the first place, Lani Dwyer thought the
pretty mother.  Lani considered a third glass of wine but she wanted to be
somewhat clearheaded for the evening to come.  She didn't want to make a
fool of herself.

   Heather was going to stay at home with Devon to keep her company.  Lani
wasn't worried with Margaret just next door in case the girls needed
assistance.  Patrick had called and told Lani he wouldn't be home until
late.  There was no surprise there.  The lovely woman took another look in
the mirror and decided she was ready.  The butterflies in her tummy tried
to tell her another story but Lani tried hard to ignore them.

   "You look so pretty, Mom," said Heather.  "Doesn't she, Devon?"

   "You look absolutely beautiful, Mrs.  Dwyer," Devon agreed
enthusiastically.  "Danny won't be able to resist you." Heather elbowed
Devon in her side.  "Ow," the young neighbor cried.  "I didn't mean it like
that," she protested although she really did.

   "I think I know what you mean, Devon," said Lani although it wasn't
clear to her at all.  She had the most awful feeling the girls knew more of
what was going on than they were letting on.  Try to ignore it, girl. 
"Thank you both." Lani smiled appreciatively and curtseyed briefly.  "Do
you girls have everything you need?  Danny promised to bring his cell phone
in case you need to call, Heather.  I'm not sure when your father will be
home."

   "Don't worry, Mom.  Devon and I are going to pop some popcorn and watch
videos."

   "Have fun, then.  Don't stay up too late." Lani turned and walked
downstairs where Danny was waiting for her at the bottom.

   Heather smiled and walked behind her best friend.  She slid her hands
around Devon's waist then brought them up to cup her best friend's tits. 
Devon blushed as red as her hair color but didn't resist Heather's busy
hands.  "I don't know who I love more, you or Danny," said Devon as she
savored her friend's caresses.

   "I don't care who you love more," Heather responded, "just as long as
you know whose slut you are when we're together." She gave Devon's nipple a
little pinch to remind her.  Devon squeaked in pain.

   "Do it to the other one, too," Heather's friend demanded and the young,
pretty girl obliged her.  For the past few days Heather had been taking a
more dominant role in the duo's lovemaking and that seemed to suit them
both.

   "Did you bring the dildo?"

   "It's in my overnight bag." Heather was going to use it on Devon despite
what Danny might have to say about it.  Devon turned to face her mistress.
"Are you going to use it on your mom?  Can I watch?"

   "Soon, I think," Heather said, "and no, you can't watch.  Not yet, at
least." But it would be soon, very soon.  She could sense her mother's
resistance breaking down.  Once she surrendered herself to Danny, it
wouldn't be too much of a chore for Heather to introduce Lani to a host of
other perversions.  Heather kissed Devon on the lips.  "To heck with the
popcorn and videos.  Let's go fuck."

   The first clue Lani had that things were not exactly going to go the way
she anticipated was when she saw Margaret waiting for them beside Danny's
car and dressed for the evening also.  What's she doing here?  That was the
thought going through Lani's mind and she didn't like the possible answers.
"Good evening, Margaret," Lani said as pleasantly as possible.  "Are you
going out too?  I thought you were going to stay home near the girls."

   "That's what I thought," Margaret responded, "but when Danny invited me
to join you two I couldn't pass on it."

   "I see," said Lani.  "May I speak to you privately for a moment, Danny?"

   "Sure, Mom," Danny responded.  "Will you excuse us for a moment,
Margaret?" He walked to the end of the driveway with Lani following. 
"What's up, Mom?"

   "Why is Margaret going with us?  I don't what your plans are but I'm not
going to put up with any nonsense with that woman around."

   "I don't know what you mean by nonsense, Mom but I'm not going to touch
you if that's what you're worried about.  I just thought it would be nice
if Margaret joined us.  She hasn't been out in a while."

   Lani didn't believe Danny.  Her feeling of foreboding was even more
pronounced.  "I, uh, don't want anyone touching me, Danny, please," she
begged.  She'd tell him about her decision now.  "Listen, Danny.  I've
decided to..."

   "...  get in the car now before you're spanked in front of Margaret? 
Good idea, Mom." He walked back to the car and opened the rear door for his
mother.  Lani fought the urge to run back into the house and lock the door.
She got into the car and fastened her seat belt.  The distressed woman was
kind of surprised when Margaret got in next to her.  The other woman smiled
slightly and shrugged her shoulders.  Danny would obviously be driving but
who was to ride beside him.  Was he going to pick up a fourth person?

   "I forgot to ask you where we're going, Danny," said Margaret.

   "My mom likes foreign films and I'm kind of getting into them myself.  I
figure we'll go see one of them and then we'll go someplace where I can
show off two of the prettiest women in town."

   "It sounds good to me."

   "It sounds good to me, too," said Lani.  So far, it sounded harmless
although the pretty woman was still very nervous and her woman's intuition
said something didn't feel right.  "There's an English film I'd like to see
and I don't think we'll need subtitles to understand it."

   ------

   "You know everything, don't you?" said Lani.  That thought had been
running through Lani's mind ever since they left the house and now with
Danny gone for a couple of minutes she just had to say something.  The two
women were standing in the lobby of the Cineplex while Danny parked the
car.

   Margaret blushed.  "I don't know everything but I know enough.  Please
don't think Danny betrayed a trust.  Devon and I are horrible snoops and we
discovered enough to make some assumptions which turned out to be correct."

   "So, who's blackmailing who?"

   "No one is blackmailing anyone as far as I know.  We just wanted in on
the fun and games."

   "And you think this is fun and games?"

   "Oh, I know it's not fun and games for you," said Margaret.  "Heaven
knows I'm feeling kind of guilty about it or I wouldn't be spilling my guts
to you like this.  I just wish Danny would be satisfied with the willing
participants like Devon and I and just leave you alone."

   "What's Danny planning tonight?"

   "I'm not sure, probably some kind of demonstration designed to show his
dominance of us and humiliating us to boot with a view to making you more
cooperative."

   Lani nodded.  She realized Danny wanted her completely under his thumb.
Margaret's statement only confirmed what she suspected.  "Thank you for
being honest with me.  I just can't go through with it, Margaret.  I
thought maybe...  well, it doesn't matter what I thought.  Danny's gone too
far.  My son is sure to be upset with you but I'd appreciate it if you
covered for me while I make my escape.  I'll catch a cab home."

   "Sure thing, Lani," said her neighbor.  "Any message for Danny?"

   "You can tell him anything you want." Lani gave Margaret a hug.  She
realized her red headed neighbor was a good person at heart.  Margaret just
happened to be smitten with Danny.  That wasn't surprising to Lani.  If it
wasn't for Danny being her son...  no, that wasn't right.  If Danny hadn't
been so mean to her she would have surrendered to him this very night, son
or not.  She smiled at Danny when she saw him approach.

   "Let's go grab our seats," he said.

   "I'd rather grab your seat, big boy," Margaret quipped.

   Lani laughed.  "I'm going to make a quick trip to the restroom," she
said.  "I'll meet you two in a few minutes." Danny nodded and escorted
Margaret into the auditorium.  Lani made for the restrooms and then veered
toward the exit when she saw the couple disappear.

   Margaret could be a charming conversationalist when the situation called
for it and Danny didn't realize his mother hadn't joined them until ten
minutes had passed.  The previews of coming attractions were already
starting.  "I'm going to see what's holding up my mom," he whispered.

   "Don't bother," Margaret whispered back.  "She's not coming."

   "What?"

   "Your mother figured out your little scheme.  She's not going to put up
with you any more."

   "You told her," he accused.

   "I merely confirmed her suspicions."

   "But why?"

   "Your mother is a nice lady and doesn't deserve the slut treatment
you've been handing her.  I quote: 'Danny's gone too far.'" The young man
didn't have to wonder if he had indeed gone too far.  It was definitely
true but that didn't make him any less angry with his mother and Margaret.

   "We might as well watch the movie," Danny said.  It would give him time
to cool down before he tried to talk to his mother.  He'd punish Margaret
later.  Weeks of seduction had gone down the drain.  Still, it might be fun
to start the process again.  He just had to exercise a bit more patience;
just as soon as things calm down he promised himself.

   "Please don't make me watch this movie," Margaret begged.  "Let's go to
my house and fuck like bunnies.  I like being treated like a slut." Danny
smiled and nodded.  He called home to Heather.  No sense in her being
surprised when Lani showed up unexpectedly.

   Heather was standing at the top of the stairs when Lani arrived home. 
"Where's Devon?" said Lani.

   "Danny called and said you were upset about something.  I sent her home
in case you wanted to talk."

   "I just want to..." Suddenly Lani was crying.  She hated to cry and it
didn't happen very often but the pressure of the past few weeks had finally
gotten to the distraught woman.  Heather was embracing her mother, just
holding her.  It felt so good to be held by someone who cared for her and
didn't want to just use her.  Lani allowed herself to be led into her
daughter's bedroom.

   "Sleep with me tonight, Mom, just like I did with you Saturday night."

   "I'd like that," said Lani.  She didn't want to see another man's face
for a long time and that especially included her son's and husband's.  The
attractive woman decided her daughter's bedroom should be declared a
male-free zone.  Then she could retreat there and not be bothered by
Patrick or Danny when she wanted to be alone.  Yeah, that would be a great
idea.  Or maybe she'd ask Margaret to take Danny in to live there.  Since
Patrick hardly spent any time at home lately, the whole house would be an
effective male-free zone.  That was an even better idea.

   Boys are so stupid thought Heather.  It's a wonder girls put up with so
much just to have them around.  Her brother was a boy.  Therefore he was
stupid.  Danny must have done something wrong to blow his chance with their
mother just when his victory seemed at hand.  Well, now it was Heather's
turn and she wasn't going to make any mistakes.  Heather would accomplish
her goal by being gentle and patient.  'Softly, softly catchee monkey, '
she heard once.

   Lani didn't resist when Heather unzipped her dress and slipped the
garment off her shoulders.  The young girl knelt before her mother and
unsnapped the stockings from the garter belt then gently rolled the hosiery
down her long, lovely legs.  Heather stopped to retrieve a silky negligee
from her mother's bedroom and allowed Lani to finish getting ready for bed
in privacy.  A good night kiss on the lips would be all the intimacy
Heather wanted to allow herself for now but wound up placing a proprietary
arm around her mother's waist as they slept.

   A sort of truce was called for the next two weeks.  Danny left his
mother alone and spent a lot of time next door.  Patrick only seemed to
show up to change clothes.  He'd take off again soon after that.  Lani
continued to do the household chores and shopping but stopped preparing the
evening meal since everyone seemed to be keeping irregular hours anyway. 
She welcomed the return to a routine even if it was a bit boring compared
to the previous month.

   Lani didn't even mind Heather's frequent caresses.  In fact she welcomed
them even though recognizing them as too intimate at times.  She hoped her
daughter was just going through an experimental phase.  It seemed a lot
less harmful than the stunts Danny had pulled.  Lani was almost content
until she was putting away some of her daughter's clothes and found a
pregnancy test kit in Heather's underwear drawer.  Apparently Heather was
doing a lot more experimenting than her mother originally thought.

   Lani's trembling hand reached out and grasped the box.  It looked
unused. Maybe it wasn't too late.  Instinctively the woman knew her
daughter had been intimate with Danny.  The boy wasn't content to ruin just
his mother's life but his sister's also.  He had to be stopped!  She would
deal with Danny later that evening.  Lani took the kit and walked to the
bathroom.  Something had been bothering her for a while.

   "We only did it once," cried the distraught woman.  "We only did it
once." She sat on the toilet seat and looked once more at the test strip.
In fact Lani was looking at the third test strip.  The previous two had
shown positive results also.  There was always the possibility of a false
positive but there were other signs the unfortunate woman knew meant one
thing: she was pregnant and Danny was the father.  Lani felt her life
coming apart at the seams.  What else could happen to make her life even
worse?  The doorbell rang and Lani went to answer it.
Three men were at the door when Lani opened it.  One man seemed to be of
middle age and average height.  The other two were much younger but could
only be described as giants.  "May I help you?" said Lani.  The older man

seemed to be the spokesman.

   "I would like to speak with Mr.  Patrick Dwyer, if you please."

   "Mr.  Dwyer isn't home at the moment.  I'm Mrs.  Dwyer.  May I be of any
assistance?"

   The man stared at Lani for a bit and then came to a decision.  "My name
is Juan Luis Lopez Moreno.  You may tell your husband that he has
impregnated my daughter and brought shame to me and my family.  He is a
dead man."

   Lani felt faint for a moment but quickly recovered.  "Won't you
gentlemen please come in and wait?  He usually comes home early on
Thursdays and I'm sure he'd like to hear your message personally.  I
wouldn't want to get it wrong."



   ------

   Chapter 16

   "Would you gentlemen care for something to drink?"

   "A Scotch neat would be nice if you have it, Mrs.  Dwyer.  Angel and
Jesus will have nothing." The older man began to relax somewhat although
Angel and Jesus remained alert.  Lani fixed Mr.  Lopez a double and brought
it to him.

   "I'm sorry I can't join you," said Lani.  "I'm still in shock with your
announcement and I want to keep a clear head."

   "I understand completely, Mrs.  Dwyer.  I'm also in shock with this
dreadful news," said Mr.  Lopez.  "Frankly, I'm amazed with the calm you
display.  I haven't made an idle threat.  I fully intend to kill your
husband."

   "Well, I feel my husband should always get what he deserves," Lani said
in a matter of fact manner.  Her calm façade was immediately shaken though
when she heard the side door open.  Was Patrick home so early?  The two
giants immediately moved toward the sound.  Despite their size, they were
quick, silent and graceful.  Each stood to the side of the kitchen door as
it opened.

   "Hi, Mom," chirped Heather.  "You've got company."

   "Yes, dear," said Lani.  "I'm having a private discussion with these
gentlemen.  Will you go next door and visit Devon until I call for you?"
Lani prayed these men wouldn't think about taking out their vengeance on
her daughter.  "Where's your brother?"

   "Right here, Mom," said Danny as he popped his head through the door. 
He looked puzzled for a moment and then said, "Mr.  Lopez?"

   "Hello, young man.  I have some questions for you," said Mr.  Lopez. 
Lani groaned inwardly.  Danny was somehow involved with this fiasco.

   "Don't bother changing your clothes," Lani snapped nervously when she
saw Heather walking toward the stairs.  "Just go."

   "I'm going," Heather responded.  Everybody looked so unhappy to the
young girl.  She'd give anything to know what was going on.  Once she saw
Heather out the front door Lani turned to her son.

   "Sit down, Danny Dwyer." Danny moved to the sofa without hesitation.  He
knew something was wrong and all kinds of scenarios went spinning through
his head.  Had his father raped Carmen?  Were they blaming him?  "Your
father has impregnated this man's daughter.  Do you know anything about
this?"

   Danny was so scared he thought he was going to lose his lunch.  He
swallowed his weird tasting spit.  "I, uh, introduced Carmen to my dad. 
Uh, Carmen once told me she enjoyed going out with older men as long as
they didn't seek, um, commitment.  She made that clear and I made that
clear to my dad before I introduced them.  I didn't expect for anything
improper to happen, honestly, Mr.  Lopez."

   "You introduce a young, single girl to an older married man, your own
father, and you don't expect anything improper to happen?" Mr.  Lopez shook
his head in disbelief.

   "I'm sorry, sir," said Danny, his voice cracking.  The young man looked
like he was about to cry.

   "Your explanation just raises more questions, young man," said Mr. 
Lopez.  "For instance, how is it that you introduced Carmen to your father
but it is Clara who is pregnant?"

   "Clara?" Danny looked bewildered and shrugged his shoulders.  Lani
groaned again, this time aloud.  At this rate she'd be groaning more times
than after the last 10 k.  charity run she participated in.  The girl in
question had to be the one Danny was dating for a while.  Lani remembered
meeting Clara a couple of times.  She came across as sweet, attractive and
very underage.  Patrick was in more trouble than he knew even if Mr.  Lopez
didn't carry out his threat to murder her husband.  What would they do to
Danny for his complicity?

   "I propose we sit down and try to work out something that might be
satisfactory to you, Mr.  Lopez," said Lani.  Despite her anger and
disappointment with her husband and son, Lani was going to do her best to
avoid violence being done to them.  "May I refresh your drink?"

   "I will be happy to listen to anything you have to say, Mrs.  Dwyer,
although I don't think it will do any good but yes, I would appreciate
another drink."

   "Please call me Lani," said the nervous woman in as calm a voice as she
could muster.

   Patrick Dwyer was feeling pretty good lately.  Business was picking up
at work, his wife had stopped nagging at him and he had the loveliest young
mistress any man could ever ask for.  He'd been a little surprised when
Clara had shown up for the date instead of Carmen but it mattered little to
him since both were equally beautiful.  Clara had explained that her sister
had an unexpected commitment come up but she would be more than happy to
stand in her sister's place since she'd always thought Danny's father was
so handsome.  She was a discerning young lady indeed.  The only conditions
were he could never show up at her home, use only her cell phone number to
contact her and never tell Danny about the change in plans.

   The arrangement suited Patrick fine.  He didn't mind keeping this secret
from his son.  After all, Danny hadn't exactly been up front with him. 
Apparently, he was scheming on his own mother before his father knew about
it.  That wasn't right.  Where had he learned his morals and ethics?  Lani
was obviously not doing her job.  The bonus was when he found out Clara
wasn't nearly as prim as Danny had made out Carmen to be.  Also, Clara
assured Patrick she was on the pill.  What could be better?

   Patrick had been trying to arrange a date for that very evening with
Clara but had been unable to reach her.  All of the calls kept going to her
voicemail.  Well, a quiet evening at home wouldn't hurt anything at all. 
He raised his eyebrows inquiringly as he walked into the living room from
the kitchen.  Lani hadn't told him about expecting any company.  "Hello,"
he said, putting on his most social smile.

   "Do come in, darling," said Lani.  "I'd like you to meet Mr.  Juan
Lopez. Mr.  Lopez is Clara's father."

   Patrick stepped forward to shake hands with the man but stopped in mid
stride when he heard 'Clara's father' somehow come up in the introduction.
He wished he hadn't had that drink before he came home.  He had the sudden
need to take a piss.

   "Standing on either side of you are two of Mr.  Lopez' associates, Angel
and Jesus," Lani continued.  "Apparently, Clara is going to be an unwed
mother because of you, Patrick.  Mr.  Lopez is here seeking vengeance and
intends to put an end to your miserable life." Patrick felt his stomach
drop through the floor.

   "Try not to show fear, darling.  Angel and Jesus are sadistic killers.
They can sense it when you're afraid of them and that makes them even more
vicious.  By the way, don't try to run either.  They're trained to attack
if you run and by the time they're called off, well, it might be too late
for you."

   Patrick looked around.  He was definitely trapped.  The two men on
either side of him looked like six.  He looked up as if in prayer.  "Beam
me up, Scotty," he murmured.

   Lani sneered.  "I'm afraid the Enterprise is out of range, Captain Kirk,
and your phaser has no effect on these beings.  You've brought shame to
this planet's royal princess and her father, the king, has decreed your
death.  Angel and Jesus are the Royal Executioners.  Do you have any last
words before sentence is carried out, Captain?  Be sure to weigh your words
carefully.  Clara is the man's daughter, after all."

   Patrick was aghast.  His wife was treating this like a joke; some kind
of sick entertainment.  What had he ever done to her to deserve this? 
Hadn't he always been a good provider?  "Uh, c-can't we all get along?" the
scared man stuttered.  Danny was just sitting there, refusing to look him
in the face.  Why wasn't he running for help at least or calling 9-1-1?

   "Is that the best you can do, Patrick?  I'm afraid that won't do at all,
darling.  You might as well be asking Darth Vader that on one of his bad
days although you might try a little groveling.  Ironic, isn't it?  Angel
and Jesus have such spiritual names but I guarantee it won't be such a
religious experience when they lay hands on you: although you'll probably
be meeting your Maker in the next few moments.  That will surely count as
spiritual."

   "May I have a drink?" Patrick asked.  It was as if the man was accepting
his fate.

   "I'm not sure," said Lani.  "It might dull the pain you'll be
experiencing.  Suffering is good for the soul, you know." She turned to Mr.
Lopez.  "Shall we let him have a final drink?" When the man nodded, Lani
fixed her husband a double Scotch and handed it to him.

   "I'm sorry I ever hurt you," said Patrick and then downed his drink.  He
turned to Mr.  Lopez and said, "I'm sorry I hurt your daughter and your
family."

   "Well, a double apology from Patrick Dwyer, the man of no regrets.  I
might not feel bad for saving your life then," said Lani.

   "You're going to-"

   "Well, you have to agree to the terms but if you don't, you die.  It's
as simple as that."

   "I'll agree to uh, almost anything," Patrick declared.

   "Spoken like a true weasel even when your life is at stake, Patrick. 
Well, the main part of the deal which saves your life is that Danny marries
Clara and they raise the child as if Danny were the father."

   "That sounds great," said Patrick with considerable relief.  That was
easy.  "Congratulations, son.  Clara's a fine girl and will make you a
finer wife."

   Danny looked up for the first time.  "Thanks, Dad," he said but his
seeming enthusiasm seemed forced.

   "There are some other terms which you'll have to agree to and it's a
package deal, darling."

   "I don't see any problem, Lani.  Right now, it's time to celebrate."

   "I don't feel like celebrating yet, Mr.  Dwyer," said Clara's father. 
"I don't know the terms your wife wishes you to agree to but you had better
agree to them or I will follow you to the gates of Hell to get my revenge."
He turned to Lani.  "Thank you for your efforts, my dear Lani.  Angel and
Jesus are at your disposal if you have any need of their assistance."

   "Thank you, Juan.  I'll be in contact with you."

   "Right now, I have to return home and try to straighten out a couple of
ill-raised daughters." He nodded to Angel and Jesus who followed their boss
out the door.

   "Well, I never want to go through anything like that again," said
Patrick after the three men left.  He went to the bar and poured himself
another drink.  "Clara obviously seduced me to get to you.  Let this be a
lesson to you, son.  Never trust a woman."

   Danny actually smiled.  "You're right on that point, Dad.  Never trust a
woman." He had a feeling his mom was planning something nasty for his dad.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have put him through so much grief when he first
walked in.

   "Yeah, well, thanks for agreeing to marry the girl." He turned to Lani.
"What are these additional terms you want me to agree to?  I suppose you
want a divorce.  Heh heh, I don't blame you.  I'd wanna divorce me too."

   "No, I don't want a divorce.  That's the last thing I want.  Do you
agree turnabout is fair play, darling?" said Lani.

   "Sure," Patrick replied.  "What's the point?"

   "Well, since Danny is going to be the father to your child, I think it
only fair that you be the father to his child."

   "What the hell are you...  oh, shit," Patrick said.  He stared
accusingly at his son.  "You said you'd be careful."

   Danny shrugged his shoulders.  "We only did it once and well, accidents
happen."

   "I'm not going to agree to this," the man vowed.

   "Yes you are, Patrick."

   "Why should I?"

   "Two reasons: Angel and Jesus.  They wanted to inflict some pain on you
before they left but I asked them not to.  Perhaps I was wrong."

   "Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into," said Patrick. 
He knew he shouldn't have listened to his son but the thought of that
young, pretty thing.  "I thought I was way past changing diapers."

   "That's all right, darling.  I think I can count on my fingers and toes
the number of times you changed diapers and that include both the children.
You'll just have to put off retirement for a while longer."

   "Couldn't you just, um, kind of make the little stranger go away?"

   "No, that's not an option," said Lani.

   "Why not?" said Patrick.  "You've always been pro choice before."

   "I still am pro choice and I've made my choice.  We're just going to
have to live with it."

   "Darn!" said a voice from the stairs.  "Everyone is getting pregnant
except me."

   "How did you get there, young lady?  I sent you next door."

   "I have my ways."

   "Let me guess," said Patrick to his son.  "You're sleeping with your
sister, too." He shook his head sadly.  My son has gone completely
hillbilly.  I should have let the two goons kill me the older man thought.
"The company wants employees for a Baghdad assignment.  I think I'll
volunteer.  The pay is excellent and I'm sure it'll be safer."

   "Well, that's going to stop right now," Lani declared.  "Between me and
Clara, they're going to be enough pregnant women around this house.

   "I guess you haven't talked to Devon and Margaret lately," said Heather.

   Lani groaned once again.  "You're on your own this time, Danny."

   "Can I go with you to Baghdad?" said the young man.

   "You're going to stay here and learn how to be a husband and a father,
Danny Dwyer.  It's time to start taking responsibility for your actions."

   "Yoo-hoo!" said a voice from farther up the stairs.  "We got in the same
way as Heather.  Don't worry about us," said Margaret.  "We find it all
quite exciting, sort of like being members of a harem."

   ------

   Heather knocked once on Danny's door and walked in.  "How are you
doing?" she said.  She thought her brother looked pretty forlorn sitting
there on the edge of his bed.  The house was quiet again.  Devon and
Margaret had gone home using the front door.  Patrick announced he was
going out to get drunk and Lani was holed up in her bedroom.

   "How do think I feel?" he responded.  "Go away.  I want to be alone for
a while.  Okay?" He didn't want to talk to anyone.

   "Don't be that way.  Things aren't that bad." The young girl sat down
beside her brother and put a consoling arm around Danny's waist and her
head on his shoulder.

   "Yeah?  Well, you're not going to be the guest of honor at a shotgun
wedding." Danny could just imagine the nuptials: Do you, Daniel Dwyer, take
Clara Lopez as your lawfully wedded wife or do you want to have your arms
and legs broken?

   Heather shrugged her shoulders.  "Clara's very pretty and she obviously
loves you."

   "She has a nice way of showing it; getting knocked up by Dad and then
forcing me to marry her."

   "Wasn't you marrying Clara Mom's idea?  I sneaked back in kind of late."

   "Mr.  Lopez first suggested it but Mom said she thought it was a
brilliant idea."

   "So you think you were set up?"

   "I know I was set up," the young man declared hotly.

   "Oh well, just think of her as an unexpected bonus to your harem."

   "What harem?  I don't have any harem," Danny snapped.  "You sound like
Margaret.  Mom's making sure I'm going to be Clara's property from now on
and she's got Godzilla and King Kong to back her up.  I'm not even sure I
want a harem any more.  They're too much trouble."

   "Then you shouldn't have started what you can't finish.  You're not
going to walk away from us that easily, Danny Dwyer.  You seduced me, Mom,
Devon and Margaret.  You knocked up three out of the four of us and now you
want to forget the whole thing?  I don't think so." Heather reached over
with her free hand and caressed her brother's prick through the crotch of
his pants.

   "Stop that," Danny ordered but made no move to stop his sister.

   "I feel it getting hard," she teased.

   "So?"

   "So put it to good use, big brother."

   "I-I'm not going to do anything about it, Heather.  I'm in enough
trouble as it is.  If I was caught in bed with you now, they'd-"

   "I don't want you to fuck me," Heather interrupted.  "At least, not yet.
I want you to fuck Mom."

   "What?  You're crazy!  Mom doesn't want me.  She doesn't want to have
anything to do with me."

   "You're wrong there, Danny.  Mom not only wants you, she needs you."

   "How do you figure?"

   Heather flashed him a sly smile.  "You don't everything about women,"
she declared.  "Just listen to me and you might learn something."

   ------

   Danny stood before the door of his mother's bedroom and took a deep
breath.  He hoped his sister was right.  He knocked on the door.  There was
no response.  Danny took another deep breath, braced himself and walked in.
He saw his mother lying on her side on the bed.  She glanced toward him but
looked away, showing no interest in him being there.  Danny expected Lani
to start screaming at him to get out but that didn't happen.  Instead there
was a full minute of silence between them.  It felt like an hour.

   "Go ahead and say it," Lani said finally.

   "Say what?"

   "Say that I've ruined your life."

   "You haven't ruined my life," Danny responded.

   "Say that you hate me."

   "I don't hate you."

   "I don't understand why you don't," said his mother.  Lani turned on her
back and faced her son.  "You're being forced into a marriage you don't
want.  Of course, I've ruined your life and you have every reason to hate
me."

   "I was listening, Mom.  Marriage was Clara's father's idea."

   Lani shrugged her shoulders.  "I panicked.  At first, I thought I was
going to let your father take his medicine and get a measure of revenge. 
Then when I found out you were somehow involved, I knew I had to save you
and you marrying Clara seemed the only acceptable solution to Mr.  Lopez.
I'm so sorry." There were unshed tears trying to escape from her eyes.

   "I panicked too, Mom.  In fact, I almost peed in my pants.  Besides, you
seem to forget none of this would have started if I hadn't grabbed you and
pulled you onto my bed.  You looked so beautiful and sexy.  I couldn't help
myself."

   Lani tried to stifle a giggle.  "I still wonder what would have happened
that day if you hadn't left when you did."

   "I wish I had stayed," Danny declared.  "I wished I'd done a lot of
things differently including spanking you for walking out on me at the
cinema."

   "Why didn't you?" Lani cried.  "I certainly deserved it." Two tears made
their way slowly down the attractive woman's cheeks.  "I thought you didn't
care any more."

   Danny sat down on the edge of the bed and took his mother's hand.  "I
never stopped caring and now I care more than ever knowing you're carrying
my baby."

   "What am I going to do?  I'm so scared," his mother said tearfully.

   "First of all, you're going to listen to me." When Lani nodded her head,
Danny continued.  "Divorce Dad; he doesn't want this baby and I do. 
Besides, I don't want this kid calling anyone Daddy except me." He placed a
possessive hand on his mother's abdomen.

   "What about Clara and her father?"

   "I don't think there's any way of getting out of marrying Clara," said
Danny.  "She and I will live here until we graduate from high school. 
During that time, I'll train her to be an obedient wife including accepting
the status quo.  I just might have to go out and invest in a paddle."

   "Won't her father object?"

   "He won't care what happens to her after she's safely married as long as
I don't kill her and I don't intend to do anything like that."

   "So, do you think you're man enough to take care of five horny women?"
Lani said with a smile.  She figured her son wouldn't stop sleeping with
Heather, Devon or Margaret and it was just a matter of time before Heather
was pregnant too.

   Danny smiled back.  "If I hear of any complaints, I'll always keep my
paddle handy." He stood up and shed his clothes.

   "Danny Dwyer!  So you're Naked Boy?"

   "You've discovered my secret, woman.  You realize, of course, you'll
have to remain my prisoner here for the rest of your life.  I can't have
you exposing my secret identity to evil doers."

   "I won't mind," Lani said as she stripped off her own clothing.  She
laid back down on the bed and spread her legs in welcome as Danny mounted
her and sank his prick inside her.  The attractive mother still couldn't
quite believe she'd given herself, body and soul, to her son but she
couldn't have been happier.  "I love you, Danny Dwyer," Lani cried as her
first of multiple orgasms ripped through her body.

   "I love you, Lani Dwyer," Danny yelled.  The young man had realized his
dream of replacing his dad in his mother's bed.

   ------ The End ------