Meddling Mother

eros077

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A different take on a thread that has already started, with a different writer. This one is closed, as I already have the player I need to take on the role of Danny's mom...


Danny was fixing dinner, for once not for Jenny and himself, as she was working late and would not be there that night. No, this was the first dinner he was making for his mother, who was coming to live with him. He was the only one in the area who seemed willing to help one side or the other in the coming divorce between his mother and father, but he simply would not allow her to be without a place to sleep. Why his father had strayed from her, he had no idea; she had always been an attractive woman, enough that his friends in high school had given him all kinds of shit about what they'd wanted to do with her.

It was going to be slightly uncomfortable, even if his place did have a second bedroom. The spare room was right next door to his, and as loud as Jenny could be when they were having sex, he knew his mother would hear them. Also, he had no doubts that his friends would be hitting on his mom when they came over to visit; college boys were much more forward than high school ones, after all.
 
If someone had told her a year ago that her marriage of twenty two years would end up in a pile of rubble, she'd have laughed. Nevertheless, that's exactly what had happened.

With Danny off at college and finally on his own, she found that she had more time on her hands than ever. The same couldn't be said for her husband Tom who was going in early, coming home late. It took a while but finally the alarms began to sound and she had confronted him just after Labor Day.

She should have seen it coming -- even blamed herself for a minute or two. Tom had met someone. Said it wasn't her fault -- that it was nobody's fault. Things just "happened". It wasn't that he didn't love her anymore. He did... but. She had laughed bitterly. Right... There was always a but.

She moved out the next day, staying with friends until Danny finally offered to take her in. Only till the divorce was settled, she'd told him. In the meantime, she'd be more than happy to help around the place and she swore that she wouldn't interfere.

And so it began...

Francine Lawrence set down her two suitcases, sighing as she raised her hand to ring the doorbell of her son's apartment. It was gonna be okay... It was gonna be...

"Mom!"

Smiling her sunniest smile, Francine hugged him tightly then pushed him away, looking him up and down appraisingly. "You look like you've grown another foot and I just saw you, what? two months ago?" she schmoozed. "Help me with my bags, I've got some stuff down in the car, too, but that can wait."

Picking up one suitcase, she let her son grab the other and stepped into the apartment, waiting for him to lead the way. "Something sure smells good," Francine remarked, sniffing. "Is Jenny cooking?"

"Nope. Just me, mom. Jenny had to work late, but you'll get to meet her tomorrow. C'mon. Let's get your stuff stowed. It's just about done."

"Great."

Her room was large, though not as large as she was used to. Even so, it faced east and sunrise was one of her favorite times, she thought, looking around. It was gonna be ohhhhhhkay.

"I'll unpack later, all right?"

"Sure, no worries. Take your time," Danny said with a slow grin. "After all... "

Francine didn't let him finish the sentence. "Danny?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"Thank you."

"For?"

"You know... " she gestured around the room that was her space in her new, if only temporary, home. "Everything."

He grinned again and shrugged.

"C'mon," she said, slipping her hand through his arm. "Show me the kitchen and I'll set the table."
 
Seeing his mother again only reinforced his puzzlement at his father's choice. There had been times, especially once he'd become a teenager, that it had been difficult to remember she was his mother. She really was that lovely, or at least he thought so.

"Right this way, mom. Luckily I had some time to clean up last night. Jenny helped, or there was no way it would look this nice by now," he grinned a bit playfully as he took her arm, leading her through the apartment, pointing out his bedroom next door to hers, and the bathroom across the hall. The living room and kitchen were one large space, with a sort of bar betweeen the two.

"Well, it looks great, Danny. You've done so well for yourself," his mother smiled at him with pride in her eyes as he took her into the kitchen. The smell of spaghetti sauce filled the air as they got into the room, though it was pretty clearly the kind that came out of a jar. He walked over to stir it after letting go of her arm so that she could set the table.

"The silverware is in there," he pointed out a drawer just to the right of the dishwasher, "And plates and cups are in there and there." Pointing out a pair of cabinets hanging above the counter, he then opened the stove to check on the garlic bread.
 
Francine set the table and quickly tossed a salad from things she'd found in the fridge. "I'll shop tomorrow," she told him as they ate. "It will be nice to cook again. If you don't mind?"

"Now why would I mind?" Danny asked between bites. "I have learned to fend for myself and Jenny makes dinner some nights, too, but you were always the best cook. But hey... I don't want you to think you've suddenly become my personal slave and housekeeper, mom. Okay?"

"I know, Danny, and I don't intend to be. Just that I want to feel like I'm chipping in while I'm not working. I think I'm going to see about getting a job, too. There must be lots happening around here."

Danny nodded. "You don't have to do that either, you know."

"I know," Francine repeated. "I just want to is all. Okay?"

"Okay."

They finished their meal in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. By the time she had wrested the job of dishwashing from her son, she was at last beginning to feel a lot more comfortable about her situation. Tomorrow she'd bring in the last of her things and go food shopping, maybe sign up at the local library and see what else was doing around town. She needed to get her life back on track and sitting around doing nothing wasn't going to get her anywhere.

"Danny?" Francine said, peeking over the island into the living room. "I think I'm gonna head for bed. I'm really beat. See you in the morning, okay?"

Danny looked up and smiled. "Sure thing, mom. Night."

Blowing her son a kiss, she went into her room, leaving the door open while she finished unpacking and putting her clothes away. Now, she thought, satisfied that there was nothing further for her to do, shower and bed. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow.
 
Danny grinned as his mother blew him a kiss, and disappeared back into the hallway. She'd had a long day, and a hard time before that with his father, so he certainly would not begrudge her going to bed early. Still relaxing on the couch, his mind swam as he thought about what was going to happen. While he didn't know that the worst of thoughts would come true necessarily, he was expecting at least some of them to come to pass. The teasing from his mom, he figured, would be much easier to handle than if she actually took one of his friends to her bed while she was there.

When he finally went to bed himself, he saw that her door was finally closed, and her light off. Even with the trouble he expected, he was glad to have her there with him, where someone would be behind her, at least. Smiling to himself, he went into his own bedroom and changed for bed, sighing with regret that Jenny wasn't there. It was likely for the best, so that his mother could at least enjoy some peaceful sleep; Jenny had promised that she would try to keep it down while his mother was staying with him, but she was very loud when they were having sex, and talked very dirty. Danny loved it most of the time, but it was going to be at least a little uncomfortable with his mother in the next room, of course.

Sleeping soundly, the young man actually woke before his alarm went off for a change, the smell of bacon waking him up slowly. A smile crossed his lips as he realized his mother was probably already up, making breakfast. Though he didn't want her to feel like it was her "job" to cook his meals for him, it was nice to have her there to do so when she felt like it. Slowly he rose, wearing just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, stepping out into the living room and looking over the island into the kitchen.
 
Francine listened to the local station on the radio as she finished preparing breakfast. Not realizing that he was behind her, she was bending over to take a clean dishtowel from a drawer when she heard him clear his throat before speaking. "Mornin' mom. Smells good!"

"Hope so. Wasn't sure what time you got up for work, but I know bacon works better than any alarm clock I know of," she said, straightening up and giving her tee a quick tug down. "Sorry about the show. I didn't expect... "

Danny chuckled, easing onto a stool as his mother buttered his toast. "You know," he said. "You don't have to do this. I said... "

"Yeah, I know," she replied. "And I said... " Francine grinned. "You're not getting off easy. Fridge. Juice. Creamer... I still take mine light with Sweet 'n Low. Coffee not juice." She winked, carrying the plates over as her son hurried to do his share.

An hour later she was on her own. Dishes done, and the last of the things brought in from her car, she headed for the shower.

The years hadn't been unkind to her. Afternoons at the gym had kept her in shape, though there was a slight sag now in her breasts and she was slightly fuller in the waist. Her hair, still uncolored, hadn't lost its sheen and surprisingly enough neither had her eyes lost their sparkle. In her mind's eye, Francine had simply "ripened" rather than aged. Too bad Tom hadn't felt the same way.

The weather was unseasonably warm so she dressed accordingly; a floral print that hugged her curves on top and flowed freely around mid-calf and a pair of matching heels. As an added boost to her flagging ego, she'd put on sexy underthings, not caring that no one would see them but her. This was going to be the first day in a new town and she meant to make the most of it.

With the library and opening a new bank account out of the way, Francine stopped at the grocery and bought three T-bones, fresh mushrooms and some nice baking potatoes along with some French bread and the makings for a crisp, green salad. Strawberries and cream for dessert, she thought. There was a fresh crop in from California -- luscious, ripe and juicy. A last minute thought had her grabbing for a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that she was particularly fond of. Pleased with her selections, she hurried home to put them away and get ready.

Danny had been seeing Jenny for a while, but they had never met, only speaking once or twice on the phone when she and Danny had been chatting while Jenny had been with him. Francine wanted everything to be right for her first meeting with her son's girl. Having experienced first hand the "mother-in-law" from hell, it was the last thing she wanted to put Danny and his girl through. Especially with her living under her son's roof.

Truth, Francine was nervous but looking forward to meeting the girl who had stolen her only child's heart. She'd just finished getting everything together when Danny came in from work. "Hiya, sweetie!" she grinned from the kitchen area. "How was your day?"
 
Danny had spent most of the day at work trying to get the peek of his mother's ass that he had gotten out of his mind. It had looked fantastic, of course, which was why it was bothering him; it was hard not to have dirty thoughts about her when he had seen that, but he knew he shouldn't. Somehow, by the time work was over, he was able to push it from mind, maybe because he knew he would be getting some relief that night from Jenny.

"Hiya, sweetie!" she grinned from the kitchen area. "How was your day?"

"Oh, it was kind of long, or felt like it anyway. I'm glad to be home, and I am ready to enjoy a nice dinner with the two most beautiful women in the world," he grinned back at her, and walked into the kitchen to give his mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How was your first day here?" he asked her as he stepped back away from her again and leaned against the counter.

"It was great. I got my bank account set up, and signed up at the library. Then I got a few things for dinner tonight," she smiled back at him, seeming quite happy with her day. Danny was glad to see her adjusting so well, though he was not foolish enough to think that she was over what had happened with his father.

"Well, I'm sure Jenny will be glad to have a nice meal that she didn't cook for a change," he laughed a little before going on, "I'm going to go change shirts and wash up a little, then I will be glad to give you any help you might need with dinner." She nodded and began to get the things out to cook as he slipped off to his bedroom.

It was while he was in there that the doorbell rang, and when Francine went to answer it, she saw a young woman there that had to be Jenny. She was Danny's age, with long black hair that fell nearly to her waist, and bright green eyes. She was slim and curvy, with pert, medium breasts that were accentuated nicely by the red, somewhat low-cut top she was wearing. Her jeans were snug, but not "painted on" tight. "Hi, you must be Danny's mother, Mrs. Lawrence? I'm Jenny," the young woman said, offering Francine her hand.
 
Francine Lawrence

"Come in! Come in!" Francine said, taking Jenny's hand. "Let's not stand on formality, okay? Francine or even mom is okay with me. Whichever you're comfortable with. Danny is... " She gestured in the direction of the hallway, not sure if he was in the bathroom or the bedroom. "Make yourself comfortable. I was just making dinner."

"Smells great. Do you need any help?"

"I think I've got everything under control for the next little while. Just relax. Dinner will be ready in about... " Francine looked up at the clock on the wall. "Half an hour or so."

Francine smiled to herself as Jenny went down the hall calling out to Danny. Her son had great taste, she thought. Jenny was quite lovely and seemed just as nice as she looked.
 
Jenny

"Danny?"

"In here."

Jenny smiled when she heard Danny's voice, walking into his bedroom and closing the door behind herself. "Met your mom," she said. "God I hope she likes me."

"What's not to like?" Danny asked, slipping his arms around her and kissing the tip of her nose.

"Well, you know... " Jenny shrugged, snaking her arms around his neck. "Missed you, babe."

It felt good to be in his arms, she thought. It had been a long, hellish shift last night and her classes today hadn't been any better. One more semester to go and she'd graduate, get a good paying job and they they'd... Danny's lips on hers sent all her concerns flittering away as she melted into him.

"Mmm... " Jenny murmured, feeling him grow hard against her belly. "I guess you are glad to see me. We have a half hour," she added with a naughty wink which made her seem a lot bolder than she actually was. The idea of making love with Danny with his mother in close proximity made her a little more than nervous. The thought of them making love with his mother in the next room practically terrified her.

"Do we?" He asked, his hand sliding from Jenny's back to her side and around to her breast.

"Uh huh." Jenny felt her nipple stiffen as his fingers rolled over her breast, kneading it as he pressed even closer. "But I can resist."

"Oh yeah?" Danny grinned, taking her wrist and placing her hand over his erection.

Moaning softly, Jenny traced its length through the material of his trousers. She never could refuse Danny and he knew it. Unsure if he was just teasing her for what they would do later, she looked up into his eyes.
 
"And what if I can't resist?" he went on, his own breath getting a bit heavier as he glanced toward the door, glad that she had at least closed it when she came in to see him. After the previous night alone, and going all day trying to keep the image of his mother's bare bottom out of his mind, his shaft swelled rapidly in his pants, eager for relief.

"If I said we should wait, would it stop you?" she asked him, and he saw a nervous grin on her face. It seemed as if maybe his mother was intimidating her more than he had thought. His hand returned to her breast anyway, massaging it gently as her hand continued tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. "I mean, she is awake, and just in the other room," she added, a little less heart in her protest then.

"She's busy cooking, Jenny, I doubt she will notice if we make it quick," his grin was much more confident, his eyes glinting wickedly as he squeezed her nipple a little harder. He wasn't about to take no for an answer, at least not unless it was much more heartfelt than the resistance she had given so far. As he guided her toward the bed, he turned her around, and bent her over the edge of it. He always loved taking her from behind when they had to make it fast.
 
Jenny

Jenny moaned, feeling Danny pressing against her from behind. "Hurry," she murmured, her fingers unfastening her jeans and sliding them down over her hips. Wiggling her ass, she let gravity do the rest.

She gasped when his fingers insinuated themselves between her legs, parting her outer lips. Danny was hard, eager and as ready as she was, smoothing his cockhead through the slick wetness of her pussy.

Propping herself up with one hand, Jenny reached behind, her fingers wriggling as she reached for Danny's body. She wanted him inside of her now. Hard and deep. There would be time later for something more... leisurely.

"We could stop," he teased her, rubbing against her clit, making her squirm and mewl her desire.

"Don't you dare!"

Jenny gasped, crying out as he placed his cock against her entrance and thrust forward. She could feel her pussy walls spread as he sank into her, reshaping around his cock, rippling with anticipation. "Soooo good," she purred, gyrating against his body as they stayed still for that first minute, enjoying the sensations that began with him simply being inside her.

"Now?"

"Mmhmm... "

She groaned as he grabbed her hips, pulling back and then driving into her, his hand slipping under her shirt to grasp at her breast, unhindered by a bra. Jenny shivered, mewling as his fingers rolled her nipple, pulling and twisting, and shrilled her delight when he shifted his attentions to her clit.
 
Danny hoped his mom wouldn't hear, but Jenny was being quiet, at least much more quiet than usual, especially when he began to stroke her clit. It was heaven being inside her again, his rigid shaft pulsing against her inner walls. As his finger teased her swollen pearl, he drove his cock into her hard and fast, the urgency of the need that had built up within him apparent. "Fuck, I missed this last night," he growled softly as he leaned over her, his voice right in her ear, "And this morning."

"I can tell," Jenny purred between his thrusts, which drove her hips against the mattress. Luckily it was well-made, and didn't creak a lot as he thrusted into her like a man possessed. "You're fucking me you haven't been laid in months," she mewled the words teasingly, biting her lip between some of them to keep from crying out. Still, if his mother happened to walk by, she would likely hear the slapping of his hips against her sexy ass. Danny couldn't stop though, not now; his girlfriend's pussy fit him like a tight glove, it seemed, squeezing his flesh with every hard thrust.
 
Jenny

Her arousal heightened by his, it became more and more difficult for Jenny to stay quiet. Grabbing for a pillow, she tried to muffle her cries, but hearing Danny's hoarse groans of pleasure were more than she could bear.

"I'm gonna come, baby... " she gasped. "I'm gonna... "

"Do it!" Danny urged, the frenzied thrusts of his cock into her slick heat as demanding of her as his voice.

A sharp intake of breath preceded the low, prolonged cry of abandon that came all the way from Jenny's toes as she stiffened in anticipation and finally let go. Her pussy spasming around Danny's cock compelled him to join her.

Unable and unwilling to hold back, he tensed, pulling Jenny back hard against his body. "Jennnnnnnn... " he growled.

"Gimmee babe... ohhhh... " Her muscles clamped down as she writhed against him, feeling him swell, waiting for him to erupt.
 
OOC: Sorry for the sudden absence here. Things got really hectic IRL for me.

She didn't have long to wait, the wild clenching of her pussy as she came pushing him violently over the edge. Grunting with pleasure, thick gouts of his seed flooded her over and over, mingling with her own juices. His hips jerked with every spurt, mirroring the movement of his cock within her as he joined her in orgasmic bliss. Only once the flood of his cum into her stopped was he able to breath again, panting harshly with a pleased grin on his face as she recovered under him.

"Goddamn I needed that, Jenny," he finally managed, speaking low in her ear, his deflating cock still held firmly inside her, "Of course, I will need even more later tonight." He laughed softly, and kissed her earlobe as he very reluctantly allowed his shaft to slip from her, soft flesh wet with the mix of their juices.

"I just hope your mom doesn't hear. You make it awfully hard for a girl to keep quiet, you know," she replied, though she had a wicked grin on her face that belied just how worried she was about that.

"Well, we just have to keep it down a bit, at least until she's asleep," he answered, and began to pull his pants back up, fastening them again, "But I guess we'd both better go to the bathroom and clean up a little, or she will smell us just as easily as hearing us." Kissing her deeply, obviously still hungry for her despite what they had just done, he reluctantly broke the kiss just before turning to head out and across the hall, to the bathroom.
 
Francine Lawrence

Francine brushed a wisp of hair from her forehead and bent to open the oven. "Dinner's... "

"Done."

"Is there anything I can do?"

She grinned at the sound of her son's and Jenny's voices, remembering the days when she and Tom had been like they were -- stealing every available minute to make love -- in any available place. Now she could barely remember the last time she'd had sex.

"Nope. I've got it," Francine said as she pulled the steaks from the broiler and put them on plates. "Everything's on the table except... " She carried the steaks over. "These."

Sliding into her seat, she looked up at Danny and gestured toward the bottle of wine. "Would you mind pouring?"
 
Jenny

Jenny felt a little awkward during dinner, though Francine hadn't commented on what she obviously knew she and Danny had been doing; and in a way that was cool, she supposed. It wasn't like Danny came into the world by immaculate conception after all.

"That was absolutely... " Danny began.

"Delicious!" Jenny finished.

"Why thank you!" Francine replied, smiling broadly. "But don't expect this every night."

"Mom, I told you... "

"I'm just kidding. I meant fancy. I don't mind cooking at all. As for dishes... " She didn't need to finish. Jenny was already up and clearing the table with Danny right behind.

It felt good to have Danny standing beside her as they alternately washed and dried. It made her feel even better that he kept leaning down to kiss her. Things were certainly going to be different with his mother here, but they would manage. Besides, they would have their "alone time", too.
 
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