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No! Oh, no! she thought wildly. She wasn't going to be able to tell him this was a special case. Not after
he'd revealed himself to her so honestly. She steeled herself and pushed herself slowly back to a sitting
position, deliberately letting the foam slide off her breasts, leaving them shiny and smooth beneath her
son's wide-eyed stare.
His eyes were like a physical caress on her breasts and she felt her nipples swell, harden, and stand
erect.
"Danny, get the towel ... that big, thick green one."
"Huh? Oh, okay." He rose and brought the towel.
Helen's hand trembled as she pushed the lever to drain the tub. She extended her arm toward Danny.
"Help me out," she said, her lips dry with fear.
Danny took her hand and lifted while she climbed out of the sunken tub to stand before him on the tile.
She saw his body tense as his gaze fell to the rich auburn of her pubic hair. Again, his glance was like a
touch and she was uncomfortably aware of the sudden tightening in her pussy.
"You dry me." she said, forcing a smile. "I'll be the queen."
Danny laughed self-consciously and began to towel her. She winced but smiled more broadly at the way
he lingered while he dried her breasts. And she rose to the balls of her feet and grabbed his shoulders
when he pressed too long into the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
"All right!" she whispered. "All right, Danny! Thank you."
"Did I do okay, Mom? Do I get the job?
Get the job? Alarm flared. "What do you mean?"
"You gonna wait for your bath 'til I get home from now on so I can dry you?"
"Danny!"
"Didn't I do it good?"
"Yes ... Yes, you get the job, Danny."
He let his glance sweep over her, taking in the glow of her skin and the firm curves of her flesh.
Admiration was so clearly evident in his expression that she couldn't bring herself to resent the frank
interest. For a moment, then, they were frozen in uncertainty, while Helen wondered how to bring the
episode to a close and struggled against the rising wave of awareness that pervaded her.
"Gee, Mom! That's great!" said Danny, starting as if suddenly conscious of his concentrated survey. "Just
great! About the stuff from that class ..."
He was now counting on her help, she knew. She had allowed him to think she'd provide it and he'd see
no reason why any other time would be better than now. He certainly wouldn't forget the commitment.
And if she was going to yield on that point, delay would buy nothing.
"Okay," she murmured. "What about it? What would help most?"
"Well ..." he hesitated. "Well, there was a lot of stuff about how girls are ... well, put together. About
how women are built. It's just hard to visualize. And that was way at the start of the semester!"
"I ... I'll show you." She was finding it hard to breath. She was going to let him examine her and the
bed-any bed-would be too suggestive.
"What time is it, Danny?" she asked.
"Hm ... two-thirty."
Art would get home at six or a little after. No one else would come before then. She could choose the
setting without fear of interruption. She braced herself and smiled. "Okay. There's time. Come on, son."
Danny followed her into the dining room, looking puzzled.
"I'll get on the table," she said, fighting for calm. "Just like an examining table. That way, you can move
around any way you need to."
Danny studied the drop leaf table, now standing against the window with its leaves down. He brightened.
"Hey, Mom! Super!"
"Move it away from the wall so you can get to the other side if you want to."
"Okay."
He moved the table away from the wall and stood back.
"Need help, Mom?"
"I'll make it." She hitched herself onto the end of the table and hesitated a moment before laying back.
She was suddenly reminded of her first visit to the gynecologist. It had been the exact same set of
emotions then as now. Nervous because she didn't know exactly what was going to happen and a touch
of guilt because she knew she was going to find it exciting.
It was all she could do to avoid folding her hands over her crotch, but she folded them under the back of
her head instead, and winced at the expression of sudden new interest in Danny's eyes.
"Gee! That makes you look different!"
"How?"
"Well, I mean the way it makes your ribs stand up and stretches your ... your breasts!"
"Oh." She levered herself backwards and lifted her knees, setting her heels against her buttocks. "All
right, Son. Find out what you need to know." She slid her feet outward to the sides and let her knees fall
away from each other. The air chilled her twat and sent a sharp tingle into her belly.
Danny bent over her to peer intently at her breasts. He probed at the bulging surfaces with a finger and a
look of awe passed over his face. The touch of his finger was like that of an electrode to Helen. She
drew a deep breath, embarrassed at the quivery sound. And when he took a nipple between his fingers,
rolling it and exploring its texture, she gasped audibly.
"Mmmmm!"
He jerked his hand away. "Mom! Did I hurt you? I'm sorry! Oh, Mom!"
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