Rebecca woke up before he did, found herself laying down with him laying on her, with a smile she ran her hand slowly through his hair, gently rubbed his face. Danny started to stir, rubbing his face and drool on her skin.
"Mornin' sleepyhead."
"You're so soft... like a pillow."
"When you were little; sometimes laying on my stomach was a quick way to get you asleep."
"I can see why. I missed this belly," he kissed it, "soft and squishy."
He started to nuzzle and kiss her stomach and gave her navel a lick.
"You like it that much?"
"Yeah... I mean... Jenn had a nice stomach, but it wasn't this, wasn't soft, just smooth and flat. I love yours, yours is better, mom."
"It was where you came from- I'd let you back in, but it's condemned."
"Damn. I probably still have rock posters hung up in there," he kissed it.
"Lost in the fires, I'm afraid... all that Mexican food."
He couldn't hold back the laughter, "stop... I'm trying to love your belly."
She started laughing, her stomach jumped under him, he gave her a gentle bite. Next thing she knew he was tongue kissing her navel.
"Danny," she moaned.
"Sorry I got carried away."
"Don't let me stop you. Are you really going to keep calling me that?"
"You don't like it, should I just call you Rebecca? I want you to be my mom, not just my mother."
"You're so grown now. I mean... I like it, but it's too late, you're already raised, what could I do as your mom?"
"I want you to be my mom, you can still do things, probably. I don't just want you as my girlfriend. Plus you sometimes act like my mom, even if you are joking about it."
"I guess I do.... Guess it's still there."
"Plus it feels a bit more weird calling you Rebecca, than it does calling her Jenn."
She looked down at him, reached for a napkin, "you got a little dried drool right here," she licked and wiped it.
"See, it feels right, yeah? I still don't know what Pretty Woman is, but I'm looking at one."
"Okay... we're watching it the first chance we get."
"Okay mom," he smiled, "Oedipus... eat your heart out."
She rolled her eyes.
"You got drool all over your face too, by the way."
Once they were fully awake, she made coffee and they shared a cigarette, Danny thought of a plan.
"Mom, I want you to move in today, is that fine?"
"It's more than fine."
"Here's the plan; I'm going to have your car taken care of... you have a bank account?"
"Not in a long time."
"Then I'll set you up an account with my credit union and put some money in."
"Danny, I told you I don't want your money."
"I told you it's family money. I'm gonna be spending on you any way, so you might as well just have some. I'm going to get you work at my place to start out, if you want to. I'm going to take care of you... it's about that time for me to take care of you, as your kid, anyway."
"No it ain't! I'm probably gonna out live
you
."
"You old people were built different."
"Damn right."
"It's you and me now, mom," he kissed her.
Danny made a few calls, he had her car towed to a shop, got a new plate and tags, insurance. He took her to Trixie's where she told them she was quitting, then to the bar where she said goodbye to Kev.
"I think I'll actually miss this place," she looked around.
"Ain't worth missin'. Here... on tha house," Kev gave them both drinks.
"Hey now... this is where it all started," she kissed Danny."
"It's a bar... it does that."
"Kev... you ol' bastard, you'll miss me."
"Yer older'n me. I guess I will... miss ya... just a little. Just don't come back."
"I certainly will come back for a visit."
"And his riveting conversation, the chatterbox," Danny said.
"
And
his sunny personality," she smiled.
He rolled his eyes with a huff, "I don't wanna see you back here, Mandy."
"Mandy's dead, my names Rebecca, nice to meet you."
"This joint ain't fer ladies like you, Rebecca."
"Then we'll drink quick and be about our way, yeah?"
Kev gave them both her favorite drink, before they left, he gave her a hug. They went back to her apartment, she pulled bags from under her bed to pack clothes and things in.
"You sure you have room for me?"
"I'll make room if I don't... I don't care, you're living with me, I don't want you alone anymore."
"Maybe I should give these away, leave'm here, or throw it all away," she looked at her stripper clothes.
"Mmm... I think you should keep'em."
"Why?"
"I mean... you're sexy in them. Maybe I should just keep you at home with only those to wear."
"Funny."
"Or we can get a pole put in and you can show me your routines? Sorry mom, I just wanna see you in them... you're hot."
"Well
these
are going," she started stuffing them in a bag.
He chuckled at her.
"I'm not taking a whole lot. Clothes, paperwork, pictures... I don't care how sexy you think I am; I don't want most of these shoes, they kill my feet."
"Who sez you'll need shoes," he joked.
"Can't forget my birth control, before you have me barefoot, pregnant, dancing on a pole in...
these
."
"I don't think I'm ready for a kid yet."
"Good. I'm too old."
"Now you admit your old?"
"I admit I'm too old for that," she raised an eyebrow.
"What are you gonna do with everything else?"
"Tcch... leave it here. I got what's important to me."
"What do you wanna do when we get home?"
"Make you watch Pretty Woman."
"After that?"
"Fuck me like you want me barefoot and pregnant."
"I was kinda thinking of doing that now."
Rebecca tossed her bags and suitcases on the floor and started stripping her clothes off, Danny quickly joined and they started making out like crazy.
"I swear to god, if you put on a condom to fuck your mother," she threatened between kisses.
"Not ever again."
Rebecca backed to her nightstand by accident and landed on it, he dropped to his knees and stuck his face between her legs, enjoying that clit he missed so much.
"At least let me get to the bed," she whimpered.
He responded with resting her thighs on his shoulders and holding them in place.
"S'not like... I don't like it... just... sitting on ashtray," she moaned.
He looked up, "sorry mom."
"You're excited, can't blame ya," she fell back on the bed with spread legs, "so am I."
Back at it; she squeezed his head while he enjoyed her clit once more.
"Baby... baby," she opened her legs, "I just want you to fuck me right now," she panted.
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh. You can love on me all night long, but I just want that dick."
"Anything for my mom."
He repositioned his legs under hers, guided his piece inside that begging hole, deep as he could, pulled her up to him, crossed his legs. Rebecca wrapped her arms and legs around him, hands firmly on her ass, he started to bounce her. Rebecca's head rested in the crook of his neck, firm breast pressed close, how he missed her body, her smell. His breathing was heavy, hers shallow and quick, a weak yelp escaped her mouth with each breath, each impact. Danny was lifting her as fast as he could, let her weight handle the drop. He couldn't hold back and she had gotten close, their fingers dug in each other.
