He sat at this same bar again, like he did last week. Same drink. Same look of defeat. He stayed at the same motel- different room this time. Oddly enough he recognized a few faces, especially the one that tried to fight him and the one who cost him forty bucks just to tell him he had no clue to what he was looking for. Glanced at the woman leaning on the other end of the bar, she had been there the whole time, unlike his last visit where she seemed to be in and out by herself, or with one of the other two women who seemed to be main stays, either to another part of the bar, or from the bar completely, he'd long deduced she was a prostitute and he made sure to look like he wasn't interested nor had anything for her. It must've been a slow night as her presence was uninterrupted.

"Great," he thought, "here she comes."

"Hi."

He looked at her, she looked like a porn star or stripper past her prime. She had never ventured this close to him, he couldn't think of any time he saw her even close to one of them dim lights. He could see the stress on her face, yet life in her eyes, with a smile that was oddly warm in an honest way.

"Hey."

"Welcome back."

He looked her up and down; jean skirt, t-shirt with the bottom half cut off showing a stomach that looked like it used to be toned and legs that look like they spent a long time walking and standing in heels at one time.

"See something you like," she smirked.

"Oh, umm... sorry about that," he quickly looked her in the eye.

"Don't be... it's not like I'm not used to it. I'm Mandy," she held out her hand.

"Danny," he shook her hand.

"Nice to finally meet you."

"You say that like you were looking forward to it,"

"Well... a place like this, where it is, most of the girls are on the menu so to speak. I just figured you were nervous and you looked like you were going through something. I wanted to get to you before one of the others-"

"The competition that serious here?"

"No," she gave a light chuckle, "there's some that'll really take advantage of a guy and like prey on his emotions. I wanted to talk to you but you left and I never saw you again."

"And you don't do that?"

"Call me a hooker with a soul, I've done my dirt and learned sometimes messing with the wrong one is the right one to give you a bad time."

"So you're here to give me a good time? I'm not really into this kinda thing."

"Yeah, yeah, you're young and get all the bitches," she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not really into that either."

"I don't know what you're going through, you look as miserable as you did last week. A little relief couldn't hurt, something to get your mind off your problems, just for a little bit, huh? Couldn't hurt," she nudged him.

"Slow night?"

Mandy scoffed. He didn't think she was too terrible looking.

"I'm just saying a good release can do wonders."

"I'm just not that interested," he ordered another drink.

"Am I too old for you?"

"Aren't I too young for you?"

"No you- how old are you?"

"Twenty-eight. And you don't look that old."

"Not too young for me at all."

"Yeah? How old are you?"

"Young man, don't you know you're not supposed to ask a lady her age?"

"That old, huh?"

She looked at him incredulously and he almost laughed.

"Ya know, I can show you a few things and manners are one of them."

"Not helping your case."

"I'm forty-three."

"Ah."

"So?"

"That's not that old. But still."

"So I'm too ugly, or not your type?"

"Ehh... I wouldn't say ugly and you're pretty sexy."

"Come on, let's make something happen!"

"I'm still not that interested."

"Danny, Danny, Danny," she whined.

"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy."

"You're young and probably don't have that much money, is that it? I haven't even told you my rates."

"I'm sure you'll give me the pitch."

"I can work with you, if you don't have any money, I'm flexible like that- in other ways too."

"Money's not an issue."

"Sure it isn't, that's why you're in this hood," she teased.

"I'm not here because it's cheap, I'm here because I was told it was a good start to find what I'm looking for."

"Maybe I can help."

"I doubt that."

"I've lived here a few years, I know people, I can show you around."

"You really are trying, huh?"

"I'm being serious!"

"Why would you help me?"

"You look like you could use a break or something... and I think you're kinds cute."

"Like every other guy is cute."

"No, most of these guys; I can see why they're paying for it. Whew, some make me want to quit."

"Then why don't you?"

"I can't. There's nothing out there for me and it's not like I can retire and collect a 401K."

"How long do you think you can do this?"

"How long I think I can and how long I'll have to are two different things. I don't really like doing this, there's something I want to do once I get enough money together."

"And you want my donation to aid in your venture?"

"What would it take, Danny, c'mon talk to me."

"Not tonight, I gotta stay focused."

"So raincheck? Yeah? You promise?"

"Sure, I promise."

"Awesome. How's about you buy me a drink to seal the deal?"

"Really?"

"Think of it as a down payment for pussy. I do make good company and it's reason to keep me here."

"Who said I wanted you here?"

"I can see it in your face, you're enjoying this conversation."

"You are the best person I've dealt with in this hole."

"I knew you'd understand," she smiled that smile again, "yo Kev, rum and coke, he got it."

The man nodded and went to make her drink.

"So what do you wanna do that's worth doing... this for?"

"Something well worth it."

"What is it?"

"That's a private matter."

"Hey, I bought you a drink, so it's part of the deal."

"What? Since when?"

"Since I said so. Plus that means I'm paying for your company, so you might as well talk."

She just looked at him with his shit eating grin.

"You're lucky you're cute."

"Uh-huh."

She reached for her drink and he quickly slid it away from her.

"That's not fair," she pouted.

"We had a deal," he sang.

"Fine! I want to find my family."

"That pout of yours is actually kinda adorable... for a forty year old," he gave her the drink.

"I messed up things with them... I want to reconcile things, that's all I'm saying."

"Okay. You think they'd want to see you again?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to try. It's all we can do right?'

"True."

"You seem smart. I know how the economy is these days, but couldn't you find a better place than this to move to?"

He laughed, "I guess I might as well live here, no I'm just here on business."

"All work and no play is bad for your health. You're too young to not enjoy life at least a little. Seriously... every time I see you, it looks like you got a one night stand pregnant."

"What do you do for fun? Besides sex?"

"Fucking these men is hardly fun. I do like sex, trust me, this is different. I like real sex, even if I do get off- sometimes. Pump and dump can hardly be called sex," she stared at her drink, "fun... fun... drinking is kinda fun. If I'm not here, I work at a strip club... watch T.V. I guess I don't have that much fun. Fun probably got me where I am now," she sighed.

"I figured a chick like you would at least go clubbing."

"I'm too tired for that most of the time."

"Kev... give the lady another one," he paid his tab, "big day tomorrow."

"Don't forget your promise!"

"You'll have to earn it."

Danny went back to his motel room nearby, he turned on the T.V. and prepared the shower, grabbed his files and looked over them briefly before getting ready to get cleaned up before going to bed. He thought to himself that it had been a while and she was interesting- interesting enough that he thought about her until he fell asleep.

It was business as usual once he got up and left the hotel. The area was base of operations as he eliminated areas, places of employment or residence, feeling like gains were slow. He stopped to have lunch, pulling in a fast food joint.

"Yes... mother," he answered his phone.

"Danny, how long are you going to do this?"

"Until I find what I need."

"But I'm here!"

"Now you are, since you weren't left as much as you thought you were."

"I've still been here, Danny. I might not have been the greatest mom ever, but I'm the only one you know and have. You're still my son."

"I don't think it works that way... or I won't allow it to- he's dead."

"I love you anyway and I'm actually fine with what I got. Please come back home and stop this craziness."

"No, I'll come back when I'm done," he stepped out of his car, "you all kept the truth from me too long and told me too late."

"I'm really sorry Danny, but I wasn't allowed to say anything- legally. You know how your father was."

"Yeah... I know how you are, too."

"I've wanted to tell you Danny!"

"Well thanks for telling me," he hung up.

"Swanky ride," Mandy's smile faded, "catch you at a bad time?"

"Just arguing with my mom."

"Been there before."

"It's one of the more annoying Audi years... it's okay."

"I'm surprised it still has it's wheels or hasn't been stolen yet."

"The thieves are probably smarter than you give them credit for. I wish somebody would steal it to save me another shop bill. I imagine if it were to be stolen, it'd be to fix one they wish was stolen and I don't think there are any more of them here, at least not this new. What are you doing, working this early?"

"No, I'm trying some of that fun you were talking about."

"How's that going?"

"I ain't found any yet. Hard to find fun when you're part of the fun," she huffed.

He just looked at her.

"I'm not into the popular illegal shit- aside from the obvious. I certainly don't find the idea of doing something with a co-worker, so to speak, fun. I mean the Walmart family doesn't shop at Target, right?"

He couldn't help but chuckle a little, "c'mon, I'll buy you lunch."

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden," she walked inside.

"Maybe I'm taking your advice, or maybe I've been nice the whole time."

"It sure isn't the second one."

"Hey, I made that promise, didn't I? How many Johns promise to employ your services at a later date?"

"I admit; appointments aren't really my thing... surprised the hell out of secretary."

He chuckled. They ordered their food.

"Dude at the counter acts like he's never seen a hooker before."

"No, he knows- and for your info, we don't use that term... it's demeaning. I'm an entertainer."

"Funny, I thought it was the sucking of unwashed, hairy dicknballs that just got off work at the plant, back behind the bar, that was demeaning?"

She chortled, "that too."

"You might be entertaining at the strip club, but let's face it; I don't think you're doing burlesque shows in the bathroom... hooker."

She laughed, "you don't know that, if you had just taken my offer last night, I might've shown you my erotic belly dancing."

"Yeah," he rose an eyebrow at her.

"No, I was gonna suck that dick, like the fountain of youth was in there and throw this ass back, like I was trying to free hung chips from a vending machine."

They both laughed as the guy handed them their food, he found the cleanest looking table to sit at.

"Can you actually belly dance?"

"Oh, curious about the hooker, eh?"

"I just don't see why you'd need such skills in ye oldest profession."

"I learned burlesque when I started stripping."

"Then you threw your back out?"

"Ha! No, the people around here don't care too much for it, they just wanna see me fuck the pole and shake these tits."

"Then cum all over them later on?"

"No, I was taught to be good at your job, I catch and swallow everything. The lucky ones find me, though."

"Oh, I thought you had business cards."

"I like you," she laughed, "most just think I'm being a bitch when I get snarky."

"Same for people who don't know me. I thought you'd have left me alone."

"I showed you, didn't I," she smirked, "so you still need a tour guide?"

"Depends on what your rates are."

"Sweetie, I'm off the clock."

"Fine."

"Admit it... I'm starting to grow on you."

"Don't push your luck," he smirked.

"So what was with the mommy problems, don't tell me you're a mommas boy," she teased.

"Far from it. She just wants me to give up this... farce... as she calls it, that I have better things to do. She doesn't realize that this is important."

"Some sort of venture for the family business?"

"Something like that."

"You should be doing young and dumb shit at your age."

"You should be adulting better at your age. I used to think being a kid was great and that adults all had their shit together. Now I know better."

"I used to have my shit together, then I wanted fun and it was all okay, I got to do stuff I probably never would have. I admit I probably glorified some of the wrong things. Then it was making the best of a situation. By the time I realized it wasn't all okay, it was too late. Lost friends, struggling, the shitty apartment is indeed a shitty apartment once the delusions fade. There is a spoon and it's got burnt freebase of your choice on it."

"Maybe you should write a book or something. It somewhat made you a better person, right?"

"It did. I was so disconnected from the world below mine- here I am at the bottom; a stripper slash hooker in a hovel, alone."

"No friends?"

"The friends you could make aren't always long lasting, or you'd rather they be your friends than your enemy."

"So alone, no boyfriend, no friends. How many cats do you own?"

"Cats," she laughed, "I can barely take care of myself. God damn I'm literally too old for this shit."

"You're not old and you manage to keep yourself up."

"I am pretty spry, I can still outrun most of the cops and fight off rapist."

He just smiled.

"What?"

"I think you're too smart and too classy to be called a hooker."

"Then what would you call me, then?"

"Hmmm... how about a harlot- sounds fancy, right?"

"Yeah and that guy back there is a grill technician and comestible and libation engineer."

They both had a good laugh, finished their food and left the restaurant.

"I guess I'll see you at the bar tonight?"

"I thought you were going to show me around?"

"You're a nice guy, I don't wanna be a bother."

"Yes you do, it's your job to bother people."

Mandy guffawed and gave him a loving look before getting in the car.

They drove around town, he was checking various businesses, she showed him a few spots of interest and a few she had interesting stories to tell about. He would talk about certain things and discovered she was well versed in some of the subjects.

"You're smarter than I thought you were," he admitted.

"Yeah, so are you."

"I did go to Penn state."

"So did I."

He just stared at her.

"You don't believe me?"

"It's just surprising is all."

"I was even hoeing it up in my sorority."

"I can believe that."

"Of course," she rolled her eyes, "so how did we do today?"

"Got a few more leads."

"So I helped?"

"Actually yeah."

"See‽ Told ya I could help," she slapped his arm.

"Yeah, you've been a big help, Mandy."

"The Danny and Mandy team, has a good ring to it."

"It kinda does," he smiled at her.

She returned it back.

"What are you doing later, before you struggle to make ends meet?"

"Why?"

"I figure we could have a bit of fun, I could take you out for dinner."

"What is this; Pretty Woman," she laughed.

"Huh? I don't get it."

"It's an old- n-never mind," she waved a hand, "what is this about, you want to take an old hooker out on a date?"

"I mean... granted you're... that..."

"Sorry, this fine aged harlot is what you wanna court?"

"I don't like the idea of just paying for sex and fucking on a pool table. I'll still pay you, but at least let's make a thing out of it."

"I am growing on you. I'd love to go on a date with you Danny."

"Then can I have your phone number,* he handed her his phone.

She casually put her name and number.

"I guess this is weird for you, huh?"

"I've had dates, it's just most of them are gigs, or whatever. Who wants to be with a woman like me? The weird things- umm never mind," she handed his phone back.

"What is it?"

"I was gonna say something dumb."

"Say it."

She sighed, "this might bite me in the ass, but I feel like I can trust you."

"You can trust me. If I didn't like you, I'd have told you to fuck off last night and pretended you didn't exist earlier. I wouldn't have promised to hook up with you either."

"I've lived long enough to be wary of certain things."

"I'm not one of those things," he gave her a reassuring look, "now anywhere you want me to drop you off at, any house calls?"

"Only yours. You can take me home, it's the apartments near the motel."

"Those dilapidated looking ones?"

"No the other ones, the shady foreboding looking ones."

"Ah, gotcha," he drove off.

"So what should I wear on this date?"

"Something casual; jeans are fine, type ordeal, I guess."

"Got it."

He pulled up to her apartment building, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before getting out. He pulled away to look at two leads he thought he could check this late.

Mandy hadn't been on a date in a long time, not a real one and really in her situation it just wasn't in the cards as her station let her see men in another light. Those dates weren't in search of romance, they wouldn't be a reason to quit, they in some numbers wouldn't approve of her being a stripper, especially a prostitute if and when they found out, the ones who could change her life were not interested, nor did they engage visiting the less than upscale club she worked, or often dealt with those who walked the street- the last part which baffled her. Danny to her was intriguing and she thought to make use of his youthful jadedness, naivety, or ignorance, whatever it may be, so she can feel like a person at least for one night and not some walking goods and service. Although money is her main thing, one way she's like the other girls, he was supposed to be a regular John, yet her interest grew and they clicked when they shouldn't have, her sell went too deep and too far.

She's a little nervous staring at herself in the mirror naked, those implants have gotten a little heavy over the years, that stomach just won't get that definition back, those slight saddlebags, there's a few wrinkles, at least her brunette hair hadn't a centimeter of gray, which she smiled proudly about. Obviously men like her, but they'll screw anything. Danny seems different, seems reserved, maybe she isn't up to par- that makes her nervous, along with maybe what she thinks might be something one-sided.

"A little makeup couldn't hurt- I am a hooker but I don't have to look like one. How much do I look like one, when I don't really wear makeup, does this make me look like more of a hooker," she thought.

She settled with just a bit of eyeliner and non obtrusive lipstick color, then looked at the options of clothes laid out.

"He said casual... Jeezuz... and do I have any perfume that doesn't make me smell like a hooker? Fuck the perfume, I'm already about to wear makeup."

She picked some flared jeans and a tunic to wear.

"Does this make me look old? I hope not, I mean... I'd rather look like some old surburban mom, than a hooker," she looked at herself, then around the room, "maybe I should get a cat, at least I wouldn't feel so bad talking to myself, and crazy. They do say that talking to yourself is perfectly normal and fine as long as you don't respond, that makes sense, right? Yeah, I think so. Fuck."

Danny himself had gotten back to his motel room and taken a shower, getting ready and questioning the date as well.

"I must be fucking crazy taking some random prostitute out on a date," he told himself in the mirror.

He had tried those two leads and one came up empty, the other he would need to return to tomorrow.

"I mean... she looks old enough to be my mother. No... that shouldn't matter, dad was way older than my mom. Maybe Mandy's right about me; I don't always act my age, but some of the people my age in my situation just.. aren't, sure they have money, but that's all they're interested in; having money and living from it- I actually wanted in dads business versus living off my inheritances. It's those lazy asses that I don't relate to. Ugh... and the cordial fakeness and superficial bullshit!"

Danny threw back on his baggy jeans, grabbed a graphic t-shirt and a button down to wear over it, rolling up the sleeves just below the elbow.

"Maybe that's the thing; I just relate more to my peers more like me, even though I wouldn't totally shun the others. Maybe that's why me and Mandy seem to click; I think she's a business woman at heart, just on the low scale. Gawd I hope it's not a front. So she's older... older people seem to be more on the same accord, they know life ain't just fun and games all the time. And she's not bad looking, there's this allure to her, even with somewhat average looks, I do like her personality... how she presents herself anyway. She seems real and genuine."

He unlocked his phone and stared at her number, hissed through his teeth.

"No Danny, don't think about actually being with Mandy. It's bad enough she's a stripper- other than my image and family name, I guess if I was middle-class it'd be okay. No way, no matter what, would I actually date a hooker, a line has to be drawn. I guess if it worked, I could get her out of it... but I'd still be dating a hooker. Danny you sound like a simp, stop it!"

He made an exasperated sigh as his phone rang.

"And stop talking to yourself, your not old and eccentric enough for that, or wealthy enough," he growled, "Not wealthy enough, yet. Fuck! Hello mom, what is it?"

"I was just checking in on you."

"I'm getting ready for a date right now."

"That's good, that's good. You should be taking a break from looking for her."

"Please don't start!"

"I'm not! Honestly I hope you find her so you can get the perspective you need. You need to see the truth."

"Stop it, I ain't trying to be in a bad mood before my date."

"Then who's the lucky lady?"

"A business woman I met at a bar, we kinda hit it off... maybe something cam be had from this."

"Maybe if nothing else plans out, at least you met somebody, right? Even if it's one date, something good might come from this, even if it's not the outcome you wanted."

"That's true "

"I'm just worried and I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"She should be lucky. You have your fathers good looks and charisma. So much of it that I had been thinking me and you could-"

"Mom! If you're saying what I think you're saying..."

"Oh don't you 'mom' me, young man! Let's be honest... we both know the truth here, right?

"Yeah," he sighed.

"So does it really matter?"

"In a way...?"

She scoffed, "it's not like it'd be something that never happened before."

"That's true."

"And I remember that lil crush you had on me when you were younger, yeah? Is there any of that left?"

"Kinda."

"Enough to try?"

"Maybe," he sighed.

"You know I love you, a lot. I'm sorry if this is the wrong time, but I thought about it and I just have a feeling you'll need me. We see eye to eye more than you do with most of the girls around here, sometimes it's like dealing with your father, dealing with you," she gave a soft laugh, "no matter what happens, I'll be here for you in any way you need, understand?"

"I understand loud and clear. But why now and why so soon?"

"Danny... really, is that how you feel?"

"No... it's just a coincidence and we have danced around this too long- that's how I feel inside."

"I'm your mom, I'll always be here, nothing will change. If this whole thing is a bust, then maybe it's a sign. I just feel like- it's hard to describe, call it women's and mothers intuition that the outcome won't be... well. It's what you want, as a parent I'm here for you, your happiness. If it doesn't work out, fine, change your mind, fine."

"What about what you want, mom?"

"I'll be happy with or without you as long as your happy. I'll always welcome you back with open arms... and legs. If somebody else tickles your fancy, then have at it, if it doesn't work and you want me back..."

"What if you find somebody?"

"I'll still be yours, baby," she said with a sultry voice, "they'll just hafta share, my son comes first."

"You are the coolest mom. I wish we could've at least done something a long time ago."

"We could have, baby, we could have, once you were old enough, I thought you'd try something."

"I'll think about it, but I need to get my date before I'm late."

"Okay, I'll let you go."

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"If you're really serious and not just fucking with me so I'll give up, I'll need proof."

"Oh I got you proof, just gimme a few minutes- think I'm joking around, boy you have-," her voice trailed off as she hung up.

He called Mandy, "Mandy, I'll be there shortly, I was just having a heart to heart with my mom."

"Hopefully you two are working things out."

"She's not that bad, just... overprotective."

"All the good ones are, I'm ready and waiting."

"See ya soon," he hung up.

Danny took the short drive to Mandy's place and his phone started to get text messages. Once he got there, he called Mandy to let her know, then checked his text to see a series of pictures from his mom. One with her in sexy lingerie, that didn't leave much to the imagination, another with her topless, licking one nipple, the last one with her legs spread with "Danny's Mom" written on her thighs. He had just finished texting her that he was game as Mandy came to the car.

"I hope I look okay," she opened the door.

"You look fine, I like it."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No I mean it."

"What about the makeup?"

"It's fine, I promise, I like what I see."

"Okay..."

"Hey! It's not like you look like a hooker," he gave her a reassuring look.

"Excuse me... harlot, remember," she couldn't hold back a smile, "thank you."

He pulled away, driving downtown, they couldn't stop taking glances at each other.

"What are we doing?"

"I figured we would check out this club down here."

"And sit around and drink to music, we could've did that at Kev's place."

"You're one of those that like to hang out at work on your off day, huh?"

"Sometimes I like to get in some overtime."

"Not that kinda club, it's that dance club."

"I actually love dancing."

"I thought you would."

"Are you going to dance, or are you just going to watch me, so you can see all the jiggly bits jiggle?"

"We'll play it by ear."

Once they mad it towards the front of the line, he made sure his arm was around her, the door man looked them over, while Mandy looked away nervous, waiting to be turned away, instead of paying with cash; Danny pulled out his gold American Express card and they were swiftly let in.

"Damn," she looked around."

"Damn indeed."

"It almost looks like a club from Grand Theft Auto five."

He gave her an odd look as they went up to the bar.

"Kev... eat your heart out," she gasped.

"Hi! What can I get ya," the bartender asked.

"I'll try that Flaming Bastard," Danny said.

"Ummm... surprise me," Mandy looked at the selection and menu, "I don't know what any of these are."

They watched the bartender mess around and come back with both drinks.

"One Flaming Bastard, and this is a Fallen Angel."

Mandy tried it, "not bad."

"Glad ya like it!"

They walked through the crowd looking for a table to sit, only finding a rather tall one near the wall with a lean bench and people watched.

"And I was worried about looking like a hooker," she leaned over to him.

He steadied watched the crowd without response.

"Ya hear me? Danny!"

"Yeah?"

"Am I interrupting your ogling of these ladies?"

"No, not at all."

"You sure? I dressed like this for you and you're looking at them over me. I could've just dressed how I usually dressed."

"I've looked at you more than you think and I didn't ask you to dress this way for me, we still have dinner, remember? The place I picked has a mild dress code and they wouldn't let you in if you were dressed kike last night."

"Oh."

"Yeah... otherwise I wouldn't have asked ya to dress a way and really; even if your not showing skin, you look just as good in that as you did when we first met. I ain't as conservative as you probably think I am."

"I'm just saying... I didn't come on this date to get ignored."

He looked at her and whispered in her ear, "where is that sure of herself woman I've known these two days?"

"She's still here," Mandy went to reposition and found herself caught on something, turned to find his arm around her, thumb in her belt loop.

"I'm not staring, I'm vibing," he tugged, "you're not the only one who can play the game."

Danny finished his drink and ushered her towards the dance floor, Mandy quickly finished her drink, sat it on a passing table. The two found a small opening on the dance floor, some swing house combo song was playing.

"Okay, so we're doing this," she thought.

"Show me what you got!"

The arm around her waist pushed her in front of him, he grabbed her hand with his other and spun her, took a step back without letting go. She had been in techno clubs before and the dancing her parents made her take was not lost on her, she leaned forward, grabbed his other hand and shimmied her chest.

"I'll show ya what I got!"

Mandy let go and rocked her hips, her footwork was that of a prohibition era dance girl, Danny snapped his fingers and watched her throw a bit of hip-hop moves in the mix, turned on her heel, pressed her butt to him and dropped down to her knees, back up.

"Don't just stand there," she taunted him.

Danny started a two-step to the beat, held her hips as they dipped and rocked, gave her another spin changing direction, leading her to a move much like how classic Shaggy and Velma danced together, that cleared a bit more dancing room. Spun her and she leaned out in his grip with a wink, he yanked her back close, scooped her legs up and threw her over and across his shoulders. Mandy had a devious grin, she spun him and timed it so they were back to back, her arms locked his and she was just tall enough to lean forward, lift him and flip him over her. He knew she meant business, the shock quickly went away when turned and saw her doing the Tootsee Roll, with a smile he walked towards her doing the Cat Daddy, catching the attention of other dancers, he started doing the Charleston and lead into crossovers, then Sway Shoulder Switches. Danny lifted her up by her hips and spun, back on her feet Mandy leaned her back against him, dropped down with her butt against him, pulled him into a quick Mamba and lead him into bopping. Danny spun her into a New Yorker and dipped her as the song faded.

The Disc Jockey turned the music down, "to the couple near the corner, ya got it! Good show!"

People started to clap, Mandy bowed, Danny was catching his breath, they left the dance floor as the disc Jockey went to another song.

"Oh my gawd, that was fun," she yelled.

"Shit. I guess you are pretty spry for your age! I wasn't ready for that!"

"You thought you were just going to flip me over your shoulders and get away with it?"

"What were those moves?"

"Some old school shit from my rap club days," she walked to the bar.

"I had really just planned for some simple swing and jive, but you really can dance."

"You two were great out there, what can I get ya?"

They ordered drinks while Danny rested. After a few, she kept pulling him back to the dance floor, he begged for easier moves, she had more energy than he thought. Danny ordered them two beers and closes his tab.

"Your talents are wasted on dancing at a strip club, you're fucking awesome!"

"You're not bad either. Honestly I wasn't sure if I still had it in me."

"Oh you do," he looked surprised and nodded.

She laughed. They stared in each others eyes briefly.

"How about we head out of here and go eat, yeah?"

"I'm ready."

Finishing their beers, walked out to the cool night air, she pulled a pack of cigarettes and zippo from her cleavage as they went to the car.

"Those were there the whole time?"

"Where else would I put them? Want one?"

"Sure... I'll take a booby-rette."

They arrived at the restaurant and were quickly seated. Mandy thought to herself that the girls would be so jealous of this date and think she was crazy for not taking full advantage of him, she can only hope they'll learn one day. Danny was in his phone as a distraction from her, his mom had sent him a few more pics and hoped his date was going fine. He would peek at Mandy and thought about reaching and holding her hand.

"You were just dancing all over each other, you can hold her hand, stupid," he thought.

He quickly answered his mom, put his phone away, willing himself to do it.

"Well isn't this nice," the waitress walked up, "mother, son night out."

They looked at each other.

"Yes it is, my little Danny wanted to take his mom to dinner- well not so little anymore! My mister man," Mandy pinched his cheek.

"What can I say? She deserves it. I can be a momma's boy sometimes," he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Nothing wrong with that, you have a good son. My names Helen, what would you like to drink?"

"Mom," he looked at her.

"Coke."

"I'll have a root beer."

"No ice," they said together.

"Gotcha. I'll be right back," she strutted away.

"Mom," he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, it was funny. Do we look anything alike?"

"We have the same eye color and facial structure."

"Okay... son."

They both chuckled. Helen came back with their drinks.

"Are you two ready to order yet?"

"Umm yeah, I'll have that waigu cheeseburger. My mom here, she has high blood pressure, so nothing with too much salt."

"Liar, sorry, no I don't, he's being goofy- the kid was always a cut-up," she ruffles his hair, "I'll have the steak, medium rare, peas and mashed potatoes."

"Alrighty, I'll have it soon as I can," she took the menus.

"For your info; I don't have high blood pressure. I haven't even had menopause, yet."

"Just rolling with the punches."

"Keep that up and no desert, mister."

"Yes mother."

"Now that's more like it, now sit up straight."

He looked at her and saw her smirk and they both started laughing.

"Maybe we should've went somewhere where you could've dressed how you like."

"This place is fine, besides... do you really want people to see you dating a known... harlot?"

"Hmmm.... Have people think I'm making out with a hooker, or my mom?"

"What are-"

He cut her off with a kiss that lasted seconds.

"Wow... I wasn't expecting that," she looked surprised.

"I don't have lipstick on my lips do I?"

"It's prostitute grade; not even cum will clean this stuff off. Can't have involved men going back to their women with evidence."

"Right," he chuckled.

"I can't believe he just kissed me! I can't be falling for him, I can't. He's so young, but we have quite the rapport with each other. No, he couldn't be falling for me, not this fast, not this street walker," she thought to herself.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Thinking about that kiss? It surprised me too. I guess what's a date without making out?"

"I suppose it is fairly tame to what I'm used to."

"It's not like a guy would have you giving him a hand job under the table, right?"

She looked at him quietly.

"Right?"

Mandy smirked.

"Seriously‽"

"No," she chuckled, "it was in a dim lit both and a foot job."

"Wow."

"Like you don't have any kinks or fantasies?"

"I mean... I hadn't really thought about it."

"Maybe you should... I mean... a girl like me is the opportunity. And like on the dance floor; I can show you a few things," she leaned over and kissed his lips.

Both just let it happen and got lost in making out when they heard plates being set down at their table. Both looked up at the waitress standing there shocked.

"Umm... en-enjoy your meals, l-let me know if... if you need anything."

"Thank you Helen," Mandy said in a slight sultry tone with a smirk.

They both laughed when she quickly got as far from their table as she could. When they finished eating, they waved over Helen to pay the bill, left her a good tip and laughed at her continued worried nature as they left.

Danny pulled up to the motel and lead her to his room. The ice officially broken, he didn't hesitate to rest his hand on her butt as they walked. Once inside, she leaned on him and looked up at him with a quick kiss before dragging him to the bed.

"Whoa, why the rush?"

"You want it don't you? Isn't that what this whole night was about?"

"Not exactly, no. The date had nothing to do with having sex... it was... it was because I actually enjoy your company, for some reason, we just..."

"Have a good rapport with each other?"

"Yeah. You're funny, and a smart ass."

"Mm-hmm... so are you and I like your snarkiness."

"So let's not rush like I'm some typical drunk trying to get a good nut."

He held her waist and pulled her into a kiss with their bodies pressed together, she found her arms up his back under his shirts, a feeling washed over her, it was something sex hadn't made her feel in a long time: lust. They stood there kissing like they never kissed before, Danny started to lift her shirt over her head, she pushed her lips back up to his, he had to fight them back to kiss her neck to her collar bone, Mandy's breath hitched in her throat, she fought her shoes off. Both wanted each other desperately.

"These fucking clothes," Mandy gasped.

"I know."

The two wanted each other so bad, that they both thought the clothes and time to take them off was nothing but an annoying inconvenience, unnecessarily delaying their goal. His shirts off, she tried to kiss him as she unbuttoned her jeans.

"Here," Danny helped her pull her pants over her hips.

He kissed her stomach as he went down with them and her thighs, then the mound under her underwear on his way back up. Mandy took his shirts off, he quickly loosened his jeans, sat on the bed to remove them, boxers and his shoes, she dropped her underwear, climbed in his lap and kissed him while he reached around to free her bra, she quickly pulled it off, letting her heavy breast flop out. He gave them a good look and could tell it was an old job, the weight of the implants must have pulled her breast down some, increasing the space between them, now without a bra holding them together, her nipples pointed right at him- they oddly turned him on even more, he licked her wide cleavage up to her neck, pulled her down when his lips met hers again. They had no give and held shape firm as her weight pressed them to his chest, he held her thighs while she grinded her hungry slit on his begging cock.

"I've never seen tits like yours in person."

"I know they're not the best, I got them done when I was in my twenties."

"No... I think I like them."

"Who doesn't like big tits? I've been wishing I could get them redone or-"

"No, don't. I like them just how they are... they suit you just fine," he panted.

Mandy sat up and dropped her heavy hangers on his face, feeling him lick and kiss at them until he managed to catch a nipple in his mouth as the pendulous things swung across his face, he reached up for the other and she could honestly say; as many guys do like her breast, she can't think of any who were enthralled with them as Danny was, rubbing and squeezing, sucking and licking, Mandy bask in the pleasure she's getting from it.

"You like big fake tits, huh," she sat up.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"Good thing these girls can take a beating... give'em a smack."

"Really?"

"Ya might like it."

He gave one a heavy smack, she moaned and bit her lower lip.

"You might like it too."

"I might need a second opinion."

He smacked the other one and received another moan.

"Oh fuck... I like it too."

"Doesn't hurt?"

"Only in a good way," she stated as a matter of fact.

Danny gave them a few more and pulled her to the bed, she lay beside him where they kissed again, he reached and started to rub her lower lips, finding them wet and ready, she reached and rubbed his stiff shaft, feeling it throb in her hand. Danny could've sworn her clit was doing the same thing, it was a bit more pronounced than he was used to.

"Find my big clit," she smiled.

Danny simply rolled her on her back, watched her tits part ways, eased down between her thighs, it was almost as long as the tip of his pinky. He hesitated no more to take his mouth to it- something else new to him. Mandy gasped and moaned, she was sure he was going to want head right off, like everybody else, so far he hadn't been like anybody else, focusing on just her.

"Danny..."

He wasn't paying that much attention, fascinated by her clit, the things he did with his tongue made her cry and whimper, yelp. Mandy started pulling his hair, her voice cracked when she started to climax. He looked up to see her heaving to catch her breath, he leaned to search for a condom.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Umm... getting a condom."

"No, don't stop. No more distractions."

"It won't take no time," he went in his suitcase and grabbed one, "aren't you worried?"

"I usually have a strict condoms only rule and I take care of myself... but something tells me to trust you."

"Then trust my choice," he put it on.

"Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Don't worry," he climbed on top of her and kissed her lips.

He slide inside of her smoothly pushing deep and she cried out.

"C'mon, I know you've had bigger."

"Yeah, but it's... not just the size, it's how you make me feel."

Mandy wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close, he sucked her neck and took his time, she held his head, her back arches under him. There's no sound other than their breathing. Danny tries to keep his head clear, yet the thought of being with her, how he'd never had sex like this with anybody else before, it feels different in a way he can't figure out, and being with Mandy so intimately wasn't something he thought he wanted so bad until now.

"Mandy I'm happy we did this."

"Me too. Oh you feel good, baby."

Danny didn't even think of changing positions, the idea of doing anything else seemed like it would ruin the moment. His steady thrust keep rocking her g spot, she wrapped her legs around his, their lips found each other again, the kisses were lethargic, soft, nearly hesitant. Mandy's hands rubbed his back, feeling the sweat building up. Out of nowhere Danny slipped his arms under her, pressed his lips to hers, she was drawn closer, a rush of cool air hit her back as she was lifted from the bed and clung on tightly. Their lips didn't part, their eyes locked, her hips helped, they breathed heavy through their noses, it was like they were dancing again.

Mandy felt herself getting close, a pressure she hadn't felt in a long time, this man was in her head. Danny trusted she could hang on, if only just long enough, slipping a hand to hold her butt with a little lift assist. The closer she got, the tighter she held- the tighter she clamped his piece sheathed inside. Danny's fingers sunk in her butt as if he were going to pull a handful off, ready for climax. How tight she was pushed him closer, his breath was heavy, hers was ragged, parted their lips just to breath. Danny released a deep moan that grew louder as he climaxed, Mandy's wail was delayed, seemingly forced out.

"Fuck," both of them gasped.

Mandy started to go limp, so he laid her down, plopped next to her.

"That was the best sex... I've had... since... a long time."

"Never felt... something like... that."

"Can't move... wish I'd peed first," she whined.

Danny smirked, then pressed his lips to hers, throwing an arm over her and cupping a breast in his hand.

"If you still have another, feel free."

"Ugh... I wish I did," he pulled off the condom.

"Seriously, is it just me, or did that actually feel like... special?"

"It did hit different."

"Mmm... that's quite a load," she picked up the condom, tying a knot in it.

"It's been quite a while," he sat up.

"I guess you're kicking me out already?"

"No, not at this moment, I'm just grabbing my wallet."

"For what?"

"We had a deal. You're a prostitute. What I owe?"

"Stop," she sat up quickly, "don't worry about it."

"I'm just trying to do the right thing for this... illegal service."

Mandy grabbed his arm, "Danny stop. Please. I don't want it, okay? Don't give me money for this."

"Why not," he grew concerned.

"Because it's just going to ruin everything- don't fuck up this good thing... I felt alive... human. Don't just do me like that after the time we had."

"Yeah, but..."

"Tonight is worth more than whatever I'd charge, or you'd give. Just lay back down, hold me, don't cheapen it," her voice dripped with sorrow.

Danny laid back down in the bed and pulled her close, he could tell those were the desperate pleas of somebody who spends their days alone. He didn't know how long they laid there and he honestly didn't care, it made her content and that honestly made him feel good. Mandy pulled herself free with a sigh. He couldn't say he wanted to let go, it'd be a lie. Both slowly dressed quietly, she paused near the door, Danny embraced her from behind. The ride to her place was quiet.

"If you're not too busy later... would you want to come see me at my real job at Trixie's Lounge, then maybe go back to my place," she finally spoke.

"Shoot me a text."

Mandy couldn't hide her feelings, but she knew despite it all, what this really was. Caught herself started to lean in for a kiss, but stopped and opened the door.

"Mandy."

She looked at him and he pulled her closer, met halfway planting his lips to hers, the release was slow. Danny watched her go in her building before driving away.

Danny continued his search as he had been, taking everything the private detective had told him as vital information. He feels like things are starting to come together.

Danny answered his phone to his mom, "hey."

"So how was the date?"

"It was great, we went dancing and she danced my socks off."

"We never go dancing," he heard her pout.

"You don't even like dancing."

"I do too. Just not that kind," she laughed.

"I liked those pictures you sent."

"I knew you would, but I was expecting some in return, young man! How's the search doing?"

"Loose ends, missed marks, but I think things are coming together."

"Have you figured out your next step?"

"I've been thinking about it."

"Nothings really going to prepare you for it- you know I'm here for you."

"I know, mom. Oh, the detective is calling."

"I love you."

"Love you," he switched calls, "detective Carson?"

"Danny... I just wanted to tell you that my connections have found the targets still in that city. I'll have near exact whereabouts in a day or two."

"Thanks."

"Okay, I need to get off here, have more calls."

"Take care," Danny hung up.

Later on that evening he got a call from Mandy.

"Danny are you free?"

"Yeah."

"Cool! I go on stage in a bit, like three more songs, if you want to come."

"I'll let you know when I get there."

"Now don't get too excited when you come, looking at the dancers."

"I'll save it all for you."

"You better! Gotta go," she hung up.

He gave a small chuckle at her excitement, stopped somewhere for a small meal before driving to the club. He made sure to text her when he pulled in the parking lot. Danny walked inside and saw her at the bar as he walked up, in a bikini and pasties.

"Danny," she hugged him.

"Mandy."

"Oh we can't kiss here, I'm sorry," she whispered.

He actually found himself frowning at that and she noticed.

"It's a rule, I know we aren't anything, but they like to have the customers think they might have a chance, or some shit."

"Makes sense."

"Have a seat and enjoy the show," she went back stage.

Danny got something to drink and found a small table, watching some slim blonde on stage dancing, she reminded him of some of the girls he knew, what he thought he liked at one time, what he was supposed to like until he grew a little wiser with experience. The woman walked off stage as the disc jockey announced Mandy to the stage- now that's who he wanted to see.

Mandy strutted out in a bikini top with plastic windows and a g-string, slowly spun around the pole, smiling when she found him. Mandy jumped and wrapped her leg around, climbed up to slowly slide down, leaning nearly upside down, while removing her top. Danny saw her breast press against the bottom of her chin, something seemed to move in him. Mandy's head landed on the stage floor, steadied with her hands, pushed herself over with her free leg, spreading them as she hit the ground in a split. His jaw dropped at the way her butt and thighs shook from the impact, she turned and aimed a wink back at him, twisted her body until she faced the already loud crowd, who got louder when she gathered her breast and licked each nipple.

Dollar bills were thrown at her, she stood behind the pole, breast wrapped as far around, dropped to her knees several times- Danny wanted her to do that to him. The way Mandy grinded the pole reminded him of their finish the night before, he wasn't fond of twerking, but watching her do it, just made his erection push against his jeans harder. Mandy leaned her breast just close to the faces of those at the stage, each one as she took their money, stood and tucked it all under her breast, allowed others to fill her thong. Danny caught himself rubbing himself. A man and woman sat at a table near the stage; Mandy stepped off, switched her hips heavy in her walk as others tried to stick more money in her thong, straddled the woman, rubbed her breast in her face, sat in her lap, held her face while she kissed her lips. Mandy took the twenty, rubbed it across her chest before going back to the stage, did a cartwheel, landing in another split, she gathered some of the money and dropped it on herself, slapped her crotch with some as it fell from her hand. After working the pole a bit more, she started gathering the money all up as the song ended. Mandy gave Danny one last look, ran off stage as she started to laugh at him gawking at her.

The crowd grew louder as a brunette woman came out in a skimpy cop uniform with a dildo in the holster. Moments later he saw Mandy come back out for crowd work, still topless. Slowly she made her way to him with a big grin on her face.

"Keep holding your mouth open like that and one of these guys might stick their dick in it," she sat in his lap.

"You were fucking great up there, Mandy."

"Aww! That means a lot coming from you- oh hello little Danny," she rubbed his cock.

"Ah yeah, that's all your fault."

"Don't say it like it's a bad thing. You should get control of that before I get off work, I'd like it to be ready for later, mm'kay?"

"Later huh?"

"If you want your new favorite desert after dinner. Plus I have a little surprise for you."

"Sounds good," he patted her butt.

"You'll love it. Gotta get back to work," she stood, "Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't let these other girls get you too excited."

Danny was in there a while, a few of the strippers came close to the beauty he saw in Mandy. He had a few beers. She had been back on stage twice, twenty minutes passed since he last saw her until she came out to him carrying a backpack.

"Hey sugah."

"I see why guys really like these places."

"Don't tell me this was your first time at twenty-eight."

"No, they just aren't really my thing and the strippers aren't usually my type," he stood.

"Are any of these your type?"

"One or two of them. Oh and this one lady with black hair, Hartman's hips, with a nice fake rack."

"How do you know they're fake?"

"Because it's so obvious and that's oddly what I like most about them."

"You like that her fake tits look fake, huh? So that's sexy to you?"

"I think it is, actually... they just... look better that way. I think her name was Mindy? Molly? Something like that. Mittie maybe."

"Let's go, goofball."

They walked to his car in the lot.

"I wanted to get off early because I know you have your thing to do. It's not going to be fancy or nothin', but it'll be good."

*I'm not picky," he unlocked the doors.

On the ride to her place, Mandy just started absent mindedly talking about her day, the women at the club. The way she talked was if she had so much bottled up, Danny found her more and more enduring the longer they spent time together and it seemed to be going rather fast. Once at and inside her building, Danny wondered how the place still housed people given its condition, he thought of the other place and resolved that it was probably the far better choice by comparison. He was curious what her apartment looked like; something movie sad or something she put work in to look nice. Mandy opened the door, turned on a spider lamp looming near the couch, he was somewhat impressed.

"The place is a hole, but I make the best of it. I know you probably have some fancy place you live in, like some big house. But this is me... living room, kitchen, bedroom," she pointed around.

"I get by."

"You're really okay with all of this," she looked concerned.

"Yes, it's all fine. There aren't going to be roaches doing sing and dance numbers are there?"

She just gave him a look.

Danny pulled her close and kissed her lips, "I'm just joking."

"You know Joe's Apartment, but not Pretty Woman?"

"I guess..."

"I'm being serious, you make me feel really good and I just want to know if you're being really sincere, or is this some rich kid game?"

"What makes you think I'm rich?"

"The Audi- even if it is kinda old, the restaurant might not have been five stars, was a decent one, that night club is not cheap- I looked it up, also; you might not think I saw, but I did see your card when you paid for our dinner."

Danny sighed.

"I know what I'm talking about, I went to Penn state because I came from money."

"Ya got me, Mandy. I do have some money, but you're wrong on what I'm doing; I came here for one thing. You came to me, I enjoyed our little conversation, I had intended on keeping my word and paying what you asked for. I only offered you a date because you seemed like a good person in a bad situation without much time to do anything entertaining. I'm still here because I like you. I know we both have been trying to stay reserved."

"Reserved and well guarded, and we're both slipping aren't we? Such fast growing comfort would be analogous to being red flags, right?"

"Yet here we are."

"Still flying those red flags. Still not saying exactly what we want to say."

They kissed each other again, once more longer than the last one.

"What are we doing," she looked in his eyes.

"I thought you were going to make dinner and give me a surprise?"

"I mean this, you're only going to be here as long as you need to be. Am I a business vacation fling, or would you still want me once you're done?"

"I'm rich remember? I can make the hour and a half drive and we have each others numbers. It'll work itself out. Now are you going to warm us up some hot pockets or something?"

She smiled at him, gave him a quick peck on the lips, "I just don't want to be used by you. I hope you like yours ice cold in the middle."

"With the rest of it molten lava? And you think we don't have a connection," he smirked.

"Just make yourself at home," she went to the kitchen.

Danny sat on the couch and turned on the T.V. Since his dad died, he's had a hole he tried to ignore, one that got deeper with what his mom told him, he knew that Mandy is starting to fit and fill that hole. Mandy looked for something decent to cook quickly, she cursed herself for the life she fell into when she threw her whole family away. Deciding to make the best with what she had- a skill she seemed to be so well-versed, she could teach it as a college course, got to work.

"It's not much," she came from the kitchen with two plates.

She sat down both plates, each with two sandwiches.

"Looks good... fried bologna sandwiches?"

"With egg and cheese."

"Relax Mandy. Let's just enjoy this date and not mess it up, like I almost did."

"I guess this is a date, huh?"

"So, let's just do our thing- our weird whatever this is thing that makes us enjoy each other."

"Agreed," she went back to the kitchen, returned with two beers.

They sat mostly quiet, ate and watched the late night lineup.

"I guess as the adult, I should take lead on this conundrum," Mandy spoke.

"I'm an adult."

"I'm an adultier adult."

"Not talking like that, you're not."

"I feel a deep connection with you, one that feels like we were always meant to be. I don't want this to stop."

"I honestly feel the exact same way."

"Then we should stop holding back," she grabbed both plates, the empty bottles, kicked the coffee table to the side.

"Umm...why are you doing that?"

"I need room for my surprise- trust you'll love it, you trust me right?"

"I do trust you."

She smiled, took it all the kitchen and then went to the bedroom. Moments later she came back out in a robe, connected her phone to her stereo and started playing music. Danny thought she was going to strip for him. Mandy walked to the middle of the room, slipped her robe off, quickly tossing it at him and when Danny uncovered his face, he saw her standing there in her belly dancing outfit; a short wrapped hip scarf, that revealed the upper thigh of one leg with matching bra, a cloth anklet that matched the scarf. Mandy moved her hips to the beat, slowly she started to move around with an elegance he'd never seen before as she danced around the room. He noticed a few of her stripper moves, or the moves she uses for stripping, he couldn't figure out which might have came first, quickly pushing the thought from his head.

Mandy was lost in her own dancing, letting herself go. Danny saw the passion she had, found himself rubbing an erection again. Sometimes her skirt would flare just enough to get a peek at her butt, the way her thigh jiggled a little when she shivered or vibrated, her chest moved when she swayed, Danny thought she had impeccable control and her upper and lower body could move completely separate from each other. Mandy used other dance techniques, like a little ballet blended in. She saw the print in his pants leg, side stepping towards him with her exposed leg, shimmied her breast in his face with an enticing smile while working his zipper down and cock out. Mandy leaned forward to kiss him, just to pull away and kiss the tip of his cock, before resuming her dance.

Mandy turned her back, rotated her hips, lifted her skirt, shimmied as she slowly bent over with her legs spread, Danny wanted to stick his face there. She dropped in his lap, butt pressed firmly against his erection, upper body doing all the dancing, leaned back on him and worked her hips, He held her stomach, she took one of his hands and stuck it between her legs, he found her growing wet as he rubbed and fingered her. Mandy leaned forward and stood, rocked her hips with a sway and slow arm flourish. He watched her unhook her bra, but continued to hold it up to her chest when she turned around, leaned forward, kissed his lips while pulling the bra away, straddled him, stuck his begging boner inside her, rose up with an arm hiding her breast as she danced on him, free hand wandering under his shirt, hips working on his cock. She cupped both of her breast, mashing and rubbing them, not letting him see them like he wanted, rubbing her cleavage in his face, before setting them free. At this point it was a tease for both of them. Mandy climbed off, held out her hand to take him to the bedroom.

"Why don't you do more of that, Mandy that was amazing... you're a- shit, amazing," he kissed her deeply.

"I'm amazing shit," she teased.

"Ye-yeah!"

Mandy couldn't help but laugh, he made her feel alive, like hope was a real thing. She kissed him, leaning on him, "I want you to stay... tonight."

"I'll stay, Mandy."

"Then we can talk about whatever when we get up. There's things I don't wanna talk about right now, or think about. I just want you and me in this bed," she stroked his cock that prodded her stomach.

"Mandy..."

"Shhh... think with this tonight, like young men your age should be doing.

Mandy pulled off his shirt, knelt down and sucked him while undoing his jeans and pushed him to the bed with them around his ankles, removed his shoes and jeans. She stood to remove the scarf, he saw in the dark room how it glittered in the dim light of the living room creeping in.

"L-leave it."

She quickly looked up at him.

"The... the thing, can you leave it on?"

"Your wish is my command, my sweet Danny," bowed with a sa'idi step and a smile.

She approached him with a heavy sway of the hips, clanking the charms and dangles together with each sway. Her hips went one way and her torso went the other, locked eyes with his when she knelt down to suck him. She was now in his top five, as far as he was concerned. Mandy was clearly a professional, she took it to the throat, he couldn't think if he wanted to, such intrusive thoughts and concerns he had been having- his cock truly was doing the thinking for him, his mind wandered off to lust and he was enjoying the ride.

Mandy climbed up him, kissing up his body, the scarf gently brushed his cock making it twitch, what little light was swallowed up when her hair cascaded around him, their lips pressed, tongues danced together, his hands held her ribcage. Every time they kissed it just never felt like enough. Mandy sucked and bit his lower lip during their make out session, the kissing made her extremely horny. Mandy forced herself to pull away, he found her heavy chest drag across his face while she eased him inside her with a relieving sigh. She grabbed his hands, interlaced her fingers, started with a slow hip sway, damn the condom his cock told him, he agreed, she felt much better this way- right, even. It didn't help that she left her phone playing in the living room, the music started getting to her and it just wasn't her hips going. Her sway went into rotations and pops, she let go of his hands, her shaking and jerking dangled her charms. Danny massaged her breast. Mandy danced herself into an orgasm, moaning loudly, vibrating her whole body, laid on him as it subsided.

Danny didn't want to treat her like all the other men did, she wasn't just another cock pocket to him, his cock had other plans. He rolled them both over, her legs locked around him and he pushed as deep as he could inside her, pumped his hips hard as he could, jarring her body with each impact eliciting a yelp with each impact. Mandy's legs had such a grip, he couldn't even pull out halfway. She pushed her breast together and shook them a little, somehow he instinctively knew what to do; giving both a smack straight down, her eyes rolled back with a guttural moan, it was several smacks before she let them flop back down.

He managed to get free when her legs relaxed slightly, backing away with a curious wonder of would she enjoy her clit being smacked like her breast, taking a hand and giving her vagina a smack, made her back arch. Next thing he knew; Mandy pulled her legs back ankles to ears. His hand smacked down on her vagina with a little wiggle to rub her clit. He could tell by her breathing she was going to climax, so he started tapping quickly, soon enough her body shook and she had an orgasm letting her legs fall. Danny noticed as her breath was heavy, her clit throbbed with each intake. Mandy rolled over on her hands and knees, he spread her cheeks and firmly pushed back in that waiting hole. Just do it, his cock demanded. Danny thrust hard in her, she cried out, once more and again, the butt ripples from each impact was putting him in a trance, he let go and kept ramming in her pulling out nearly to the tip each time, a snack and her butt wave rippled to her hips, her body rocked forward. Mandy gripped the pillows, dropped her head when he sped up. It didn't take too much longer before she was wailing out another orgasm.

Danny laid on top of her, scooped her breast in his hands, continuously thrusting in her, Mandy moved her legs so she laid flat, he repositioned to lay beside her, still inside, used his trapped arm, grabbed her thigh, rotated her on top of him. Mandy's legs rested between his with his feet planted to drive his cock in with hip thrust. Her head lay next to his, turned enough for some awkward kissing and tongue play. One hand played with her breast, the other rubbed her clit, while also making sure she stayed on top of him. Each thrust shifted her up and down, she held his arm that explored her breast, the other reached and held his head. Mandy's heavy breathing was quite vocal with his. Both pushed over the edge, she felt his cock swell, she wailed and cursed, he moaned loudly, both of them climaxed together.

Mandy slumped off of him, gasping, he was doing the same, eventually they faced each other, just enjoying the elation on their faces quietly, only the music was mas making any sort of noise. In both their minds; neither wanted it to end. Once proper breathing returned, they kissed each other passionately.

"I really don't want to get my phone."

"Want me to get it?"

"And have you leave the bed? Why do you think I don't wanna," she gave a soft smile.

"I'll be quick."

She sighed, "hurry up."

Danny jumped out of bed, unplugged her phone and turned off the stereo.

"Nice butt," she said when he walked back in.

Danny handed her the phone, gave her butt a slap when she sat up to plug it in.

Mandy laid on his chest, "I wanna keep going with this. Maybe I sound crazy, maybe it's the lack of attention over the years."

"I imagine you've been alone this whole time?"

She nodded, "who wants to date somebody like me? It's bad enough for most guys I'm a stripper, like I said before, but nobody wants to be with a prostitute, or an ex one. One guy didn't know until he saw me one night; he didn't even care that I would totally quit for him. One guy I dated a week... before I ended up here; I had a six month relationship, I didn't feel the connection I feel with you and that was after my fall."

"I've been with quite a few women. Even the ones I could say were any kind of similar to you, are nothing like you, Mandy."

"I know you have more money than me, and probably don't need me in any way, but I have this urge to take care of you, ya know? Cook, clean, all of that."

"Sounds like mom stuff."

"No, that's wifey material stuff."

"I think you should teach people belly dancing and I think you should do it at the strip club- they loved you up there."

"I wish I could teach it. I can barely afford this place, much less a space for that," she yawned.

"Sleepy?"

"Yeah and it's your fault. I'm usually wide awake now. I'd have left the club at two and walk the streets until four. You probably don't like hearing about me being a prostitute, do you?"

"I don't care, it is what it is."

"Would you consider us being... us... even though I am?"

"You did say you'd stop and then it's just in the past."

"As much as I need the extra money... I would stop the instant you wanted me to, I would find something else."

"We'll figure it out," he yawned.

They kissed each other good night, he held her close and they both drifted to sleep.

They woke up the next day close to noon, his morning wood was pressed into her butt, she turned to kiss him and saw it with a groggy smile.

"I know what you're thinking and sadly it's not for you, I gotta piss."

She pouted and kissed him.

"Last thing I wanna do is have sex the moment I wake up, anyway."

"What if I wanted it?"

"Well then... you should probably do it while I'm sleep and make sure I don't wake up, which is probably impossible."

"No morning sex, got it."

"Good. Now go pee, so I can go and shower," she waved at him.

He went to the bathroom, she got up with a stretch to go make coffee and they met in the small hallway

"You need a ride anywhere before I go?"

"No, but if you can spare it, I'd like to see you out after I take a shower. There's coffee in the kitchen."

"Okay I'll wait."

"Thank you," she kisses him, "and thank you for treating me like a person," she kissed him again.

Mandy went to start the shower, Danny went to make him a cup of coffee and sit back in the bedroom on his phone. With the daylight the room was full of enough light to see everything, he glanced around at the room and decided to meddle a bit. Mandy thought about their brief conversation last night and wanted to be with him no matter what it took. He understood her, he liked spending time with her, the things she didn't like about her looks were things he liked, they both liked dancing and she was sure they would have more in common. Even if he would wait, she didn't want to waste any of his time, so she made her shower quick. Once she got out, she looked at herself in the mirror, if you like this, then I can, too, she thought. Without drying off, she went to the kitchen to get coffee and found him in the bedroom fully dressed.

"It's like I'm seeing you off to work," she giggled.

"Uh-huh," he replied coldly.

"Something wrong, Danny?"

"Umm... no," he looked from his phone, "I think we just had a break in the case."

"Great! You found them! Why exactly are you looking for this person?"

"They killed my dad."

"Oh shit!"

"Right."

"Then you should go and do what you need to do!"

Danny stood up to leave and she walked him to the door.

"Hey," she stopped him, "good luck kiss."

He gave her a quick peck and went out the door.

"Fuck, I'm dripping everywhere," she went for her towel.

Danny got in his car and went to get breakfast at a Waffle House and called the detective.

"Danny, anything good?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way back in town, I have some things for you."

"Great, great!"

"Uh-huh... I'm going to text you some things and I have something to bring to you in person."

"Let me know when you're back in the city, so I can meet you at my office."

"Will do," he hung up and sent the pictures.

Once he finished eating, he turned in the key to his room, called his mom on the way back to his car.

"Hey baby," she picked up the phone.

"Mom, I'm on my way back."

"What about the case?"

"The case was a bust."

"I'm sorry. At least you have that girl, right?"

"No, she was a bit too much and that was just a fling I don't think was going anywhere."

"Danny I'm sorry nothing worked out."

"Thanks mom... I guess you were right."

"I'm not happy about it, I wanted it all to work, I was just worried you'd leave me behind."

"Mom, no, that wouldn't happen. No matter what happened, you're still the woman that raised me, mom I love you."

"Aww... I love you too baby! Is there anything I can do to make you feel better... anything?"

"Maybe."

"Leave it to me. I'll get your mind off of all that, just let me know when your close, okay?"

"Just knowing you're here is a good start. You've been here the whole time, I see now you're the only one that matters and that helps a lot."

"Thank you, Danny. Now I'm getting off of here, I don't need you on the phone and driving."

"Yes mom."

"I love you. Get home safe."

"Love you too mom. See ya soon."

"Buh-bye," she hung up.

Danny was ready, wanting to get back in a hurry and waste no time, headed towards the nearest onramp. His phone went off and he saw it was a text from Mandy.

"Will I see you later?"

"I've got to head back home to get this all sorted. Probably be a few days."

"Damn. I think I'm missing you already."

He didn't respond, turning on the radio and putting his foot in it.

With Detective Carson notified, Danny stopped by his office and found him leaning against his car, smoking.

"Were you just waiting here?"

"No, I literally just got out of my car when you were zooming up."

"Oh. Hey, can I get one of those?"

Carson shrugged and handed him a cigarette and his lighter, motioned to go inside. Once inside his office, Carson leaned on his desk.

"So what was it you found?"

"I didn't have many options, so I grabbed this," he handed something over, wrapped in a tissue.

"Hmm... yeah, this'll work, I'll make a call with my lab buddies, along with those pictures... I think we already know the answer, but solid proof is the foundation of it all. Great work, kid."

"How long do you think it'll take?"

"Probably by tomorrow at some point if I get it down there now," he transferred the contents to a sandwich bag.

"All right, see ya tomorrow," he left.

Danny pulled out his phone to call his mom and found Mandy just sent him a text, then another. He opened to see she sent him a frontal nude picture and a message that read; something to look at while you're away." He huffed a little and called his mom.

"Mom... I'm about to leave Carson's office."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you, love you."

"Love you."

It was a forty minute drive from his office to where his mom lived, in his old childhood home. Danny pulled up to the large house and unlocked the door.

"In the den, baby!"

"Holy shit, mom," he gasped.

Danny saw a box of his favorite pizza with a six pack of his favorite beer.

"Good to have you back," his mom rushed and hugged him.

"Look at you," he held her back by her shoulders.

"You act like you haven't seen me in forever," she laughed.

"I ain't ever seen you like this, though!"

She kept herself in shape, slightly curvy, flat stomach, short dirty blonde hair, nearly as busty as Mandy but natural, everything just seemed taught to him as she stood there smiling in a very see-thru teddy with a matching skirt that had no intentions of hiding anything and seemed more concerned with trying to be a belt with fringe.

"My poor baby boy, I knew you were upset, so like I said; momma gonna make it better, so... can I," she stepped back up to him.

"Can you...?"

"You know," she rested her forearms on his shoulders.

"Of course, mom."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him into a kiss long and deep. Danny gave in, held her hips, slipped his hands to her butt and pulled her closer. The kiss was pleasant and rather enticing.

She broke the kiss, "so... were you with her last night?"

"I was, yeah."

"If we're gonna start fresh, ya gotta be fresh, right?"

"Yeah, I get you."

"Cheer up! Your doting mom has new dotes for you!"

She wasn't Mandy, practically the complete opposite, but sexy in her own way and good enough for him, he thought.

"I know, mom. As much as you love taking care of me, this makes sense, right? It's pretty much the only thing left for us... well this and kids."

She guffawed, "after raising you‽ No more kids for me. But I'm down for the practice. Now go shower," she kissed him.

"Okay," he went to go upstairs.

"Hurry up... foods gonna get cold and the beer hot! And leave those clothes out so I can wash them- smell like a damn hooker!"

Danny got in the shower, it gave him time to think about what was going on, like his mom said; he really wasn't prepared for what was going on, the more he thought about it, the worse it seemed, but he still had his mom on his side and she really was his rock, even before his dad passed, now he knew why, or at least part of it. As much as she did nag him and there were times he hated her, the very idea of getting closer, taking their relationship to another level, all current events not withstanding, seemed like something he really wanted to try. Nobody knew him like she did and that made up for the shortcomings he perceived, because no two people are a hundred percent compatible, their long history makes up for the two not being too similar. He just thought about her presenting his favorite things and herself for him to have, that she would give the other part of her heart with her body just to make him happy, that her love really ran deeper than he thought, made him smile blissfully.

He heard the door open, "just coming to get these clothes."

"Mom, is there anything I can put on when I get out?"

She opened the door to the shower, "baby you won't need clothes for the rest of the day, you didn't forget that quick, didja?"

"No... sorry, I just didn't think about it- not wearing clothes around the house, I mean."

"It's okay. I guess if we're going to do this, then I should treat you more like my man, than my son. You're grown and you have a voice in this. If you catch me pulling rank, you put me in my place, okay?"

"You're my mom, though."

"True. I'm still gonna do the mom stuff that matters, but I'm more than your mom- least I wanna be. It ain't gonna be easy, I know," she stood there worried, holding his clothes.

"We're going to try, right?"

"Right."

Danny leaned forward and kissed her.

"You almost done, need me to wash your back?"

"How about next time we wash each other?"

She blushed, "listen to my big man, already delegating! If you really want to wear something, I can find you something... at least maybe your fathers robe."

"No, on second thought, maybe I shouldn't bother. I know it'll make you happy and I haven't done much of that lately. Plus this is kinda like a first date."

"I guess it kinda is, huh? I'll meet you down stairs, so I can throw these in the wash," she turned.

"Mom."

"Yeah, Danny," she turned.

"Not without a kiss."

"Of course," she stepped back over.

They shared another deep kiss and that was one thing she had on Mandy; fuller lips. She fanned herself with her hand and quickly left. Danny came down stairs shortly after, tossed his towel on the back of the loveseat.

"Oh shit, our favorite movie; Red!"

"Yep! I'm just doing my best to fix this day you had."

"Hell yeah!"

She looked at him with a huge grin and he knew exactly what was coming.

"Kitchen staff‽ Kitchen staff‽ Kitchen staff don't spread lead like that! Kitchen staff," they yelled and laughed.

She started the movie and handed him a slice of pizza, he put his arm around her, pulled her close to him. As weird as he thought it could be; a mother and son, drinking beers, eating pizza, naked and in lingerie together, it didn't feel bad. She did do things like this in the past- not the nakedness, but good things, like buying him and his friends their first beer, covering for him on things. Sometimes she came off as just a big sister or friend. He caught himself lost in thought when her laughter brought him back. With all her talk, he thought she would've made a move already- nothing more than kisses and glances at his resting member, he figured it was worth the wait, he didn't want to miss a single scene, regardless of how many times they saw the movie. This was their thing.

They laughed together, called out parts, recited lines, she never left his side and stayed where he put her., she even had her legs on the loveseat and he couldn't help but give her firm butt a squeeze here and there with a rub.

"Thanks mom, for cheering me up," he said as the movie started to wrap up.

"Don't thank me yet," she reached for his cock and pressed her face to his, cheek to cheek.

His mom slowly rubbed him as he grew under her hand, she kissed his neck and gave him little love bites.

"Mom," he gasped.

"Just like your dad... neck got him every time," she whispered, going back at it.

Danny's erection grew faster than it ever did, this was something only a mother would know- he didn't even know. She slowly climbed on top of him and went for the other side of his neck.

"Shouldn't you be naked too," he asked.

"Patience baby, this is just foreplay... you'll get your chance to rip these off," she whispered in his ear.

Her mound pressed against his cock, he moaned from his neck being kissed and bit, he found himself holding her head and breathing heavy. She repositioned herself so her lower lips rubbed against his tip, parted slightly, he was hoping she would just slip him right inside.

"You want in don't you," she smiled at him.

"I do."

She started kissing him passionately.

"I'll give you a taste, but you can't move, just let us build a connection and be one. Don't move, just... bask."

She hands free pushed him inside with a sigh, wrapped her arms around him, their lips met again. He wanted, unlike with Mandy, to just pound her senseless, lost track of time of how long they kissed without parting lips. He realized that not only was he still extremely horny and erect, but the desire to just ram her over and over passed- which was probably her intention.

"You want me as much as I want you," she asked.

"Fuck yes, mom."

"I haven't got laid in so long, I needed you to open me back up. I was this close to just bouncing on that dick."

"I wanted to pound that pussy."

"Mmm... I'm ready for pound town, baby, but... be gentle first. Love me before that wild lust takes over."

"Why not both?"

"You bad boy," she rose up, sucked air through her teeth with fluttered eyelids.

Danny followed her to the bedroom, watching her butt up the steps and noticed something poking out of her butt and reached to tug at it.

"Danny, not yet," she slapped his hand and ran up the last few steps.

By the time the reached the bedroom, they couldn't keep their hands from each other. Danny had her completely naked and had started kissing and sucking on her breast, been used to Mandy's breast, was squeezing them a bit too hard, noticing how soft they were. They fell on the bed kissing and groping each other.

"Make love to me Danny," she pleaded.

She bit into his neck while he pushed inside her with slow heavy thrust, he bit and sucked her neck, then kissed her lips. She cried out every time she felt him fully inside her, their eyes locked with each other, her legs wrapped around his back.

"I love you, baby, I love you," she gasped.

"I love you too."

"Fuck this dick is too good! You got this pussy super wet!"

It didn't take long before she reached climax, his slow steady thrust, their exchange of kisses, she held his face, then cried out and pulled him in an embrace until it passed. Danny held her chin and gave her a quick kiss, before he sat up and rubbed her breast, down to her hips and back up, she looked like his massage put her further into bliss.

"I wanna spend all day doing this with you, Danny," she sighed.

Danny lifted her legs, kissed her calves and massaged her thighs.

"Been so long."

He watched her toes curl, watched her whole body, she really was sexy in her own way, to him. He left her legs on his shoulders, grabbed her butt and went a little harder, a little faster.

"Mom, can I cum in you?"

"Don't make me beg, baby," she reached for him.

She lowered her legs back around his waist, he leaned forward and scooped his arms under her, pushing harder, her heavy breathing filled his ear and his hers, they held each other tight.

"Please... please... please."

"Mom," he started before he climaxed.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna... please don't stop!"

His mom yelled when she had her orgasm. They still held each other and didn't let go as they caught their breath.

"That was great... maybe I should reconsider having a kid with you," she chuckled.

"Mom... really?"

"Joking," she chuckled, "even if I did, my tubes are tied. Baby I knew you would do a good job and tonight, you can fuck my brains out, just let loose. I haven't slept well worryin' about you and I need a sex coma."

"Since we're doing this... does that mean you're my girlfriend now?"

"Danny, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your mother. And that's much better, don't you think?"

Mandy kept checking her phone here and there for a message from Danny. Left with her thoughts, she had come to the conclusion that she was in love with him and he was everything she wanted in a man. She wasn't sure how long he would be gone, but returning to her everyday so quick wasn't something she was prepared for.

Danny had been laying with his mom still, they nuzzled each other and rubbed each other. He couldn't get Mandy out of his head, though, he thought he was falling in love with her, he wanted to help her find whoever she was looking for, to try and help her straighten her life out, now he second guessed everything. He intended to get it all sorted as quick as he could.

Deciding that she had waited long enough and expecting him to be better than that; Mandy decided to call him.

"Hey Mandy," he answered.

"So how's stuff going, Danny?"

"Doing good. I'm waiting for some paperwork that should be in tomorrow."

"I've had time to really think today..."

"That's good, so have I. I was thinking that since I have this detective, maybe I can help you find who you're looking for... if that's really what you're trying to do."

"You say that like you don't believe me. Yes I really want to reconnect with them."

"Then you should be honest with me, since you trust me."

"You're right... we shouldn't have any secrets. I don't want to cost you any money, even if you do have it."

"Mandy I want to help. Tell me."

"My parents, my best friend... my ex-husband."

"Those people in the pictures? Is your husband that black haired man?"

"That's him."

"I know who that is."

"Shit! For real‽ Are you close or something," she got excited.

"He's dead."

"Don't joke with me like that, it's not funny," her voice went grave.

"Not joking. He died recently... look it up."

"I... I'll call you back," she hung up.

Mandy looked up the mans name and saw a news article that said her ex-husband died of a blood clot that went to his brain. She refused to read the whole article before breaking down crying. She'd never see the man she loved again, the one she left and regretted it too late, too proud to go back, mostly too cowardly. She decided that she needed a drink and went to the bar, if she was going to deal with this alone, she was going to do it around people.

Danny's mom walked out on the porch and sat in his lap.

"I was thinking; any other time I would have relationship troubles, you would try and help, or offer some kind of advice... why not this time?"

"I guess I've gotten selfish in my old age."

"Old? You're forty."

"You're not supposed to know that! Anyway, now that you're running things, women will be after you for your money, so if it doesn't work, I just assume it was some gold-digging whore. It's my job to steer you the right way and away from those kinda bitches."

Danny thought how Mandy wasn't like that at all, despite everything, even if she used to be that way, she's had to have changed.

Later that night Mandy had forgotten to get back to Danny, having gotten herself drunk and sexed several times. She desperately wanted Danny to be there with her, wanted to call and beg him to come back, no matter how selfish it was. Meanwhile Danny and his mom...

"Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck," she cried.

Danny held one of her legs up going full send, both of them sweating profusely, he watched her breast bounce so freely from her body being rocked back and fourth. She yelled and screamed, whatever words she wanted to say was choked up as she climaxed.

"Baby... Danny... Danny, baby," she gasped.

"I wanna ride that dick again," she growled.

"Get the fuck up here," he pulled out.

She pulled him down and climbed on top.

"You just lay there, play with these titties and enjoy the ride! And don't slap'em this time."

"Sorry, mom."

She slammed her butt down on him once the tip was in, took his hands and pressed them on her breast, he gave them a squeeze, she started to bounce, there was a slight smacking sound, he grunted every time she dropped on him, he pinched and tugged her nipples.

"Haah... haah," she gasped repeatedly.

She laid down on him refusing to give up, he lifted, planted his feet and pushed up into her drop.

"D-Danny... fuck," she yelled.

She tried to stifle her scream as she climaxed, slowing and jerking to a stop- he didn't, she gripped his shoulders, Danny went as quick as he could giving her a surprise orgasm, slowed to a stop when she tapped his shoulder.

"You okay?"

She nodded and whispered, "ever do anal?"

"No."

"Ya wanna?"

"Yes," he replied a bit too eager.

"Roll me off."

He did as told and she struggled to get on her hands and knees, in that position, her butt spread open and revealed her stuffed hole.

"Be gentle pulling that out... and it's yours."

He slowly pulled out her plug by the ring, finding it to be anal beads, she whimpered as they were removed.

"What's this all over it?"

"Coconut crème, it... it won't hurt you."

Danny pushed his tip in slowly and despite her toy, she was still fairly tight, but easy to get in.

"The real thing feels so much better. Ya like it?"

"I think it might be tighter."

"Then wreck mommies tight hole and make it loose," she growled.

He pulled out slow, leaving in the head and rammed it in, making her cry out. With a firm grip on her hips, he started to pull and slam himself in her with a smack, not noticing he was sending her head to the headboard, lost in the moment until he noticed a weird echo- the thunk of her head hitting with a "shit" or "fuck". She reached for the top and pulled herself up.

"All good," her voice waivered.

He sped up and she started to wail, Danny watched her butt, as round as it looked, it just didn't move like Mandy's, he imagined Mandy wailing and screaming, shook his head and told himself to get back in the game. Her head dropped and slowly she started to lose her grip, head down behind her arms, she screamed into the pillow and clenched tight, he assumed she managed to have an orgasm. Danny stopped long enough to pull her back enough from the headboard, but she let her legs fall instead. He laid flat on her and bit into her neck, there was more cushion now, so he happily pounded away at her. Danny moved them on their side and fingered her.

"That's the shit," she hollered.

Danny fingered her vigorously, she wailed and wailed, then screamed his name when she climaxed. Danny was getting close himself, breath getting more ragged.

"Who's pussy," she blurted.

"Mine!"

"Who's ass‽"

"Mine!"

"Gonna cum?"

"Uh... huh."

"Say my name!"

"Mom! Gonna cum!"

"Say my name like my man!"

"Fuckin'... cumming... Jen-Jennifer," he stretched her name as it broke down to a growl and pushed as deep as he could in her with his release.

Danny scooped his arm under her and held her close, they were both left panting, he felt her butt push him out as he steadily went flaccid. They lay there sweaty, he could imagine seeing a steamy sexy haze in the air.

"I love you, Danny," her voice cracked.

"I love you, Jennifer- that okay?"

She nodded, "not just mother and son anymore," she lifted a pointed finger, just for her arm to quickly fall.

"Sorry about the headboard."

"It happens. I'm going to sleep good tonight. Wha you want for breakfast?"

"Sex," he joked.

"Mm'kay... what about food?"

"Ah dunno... waffles and eggs?"

"Mm'kay."

"Wait... you know I was joking about the morning sex, right?"

"Were you? Well I'm not opposed to the idea...wake up and fuck me... fuck me whilst I cook for all I care.... Whatever you want, baby," she yawned.

Danny sat up and kissed her cheek, "g'night... Jenn."

She turned to kiss his lips, "night Danny."

The next morning Danny woke up and saw his clothes laid out and his mom nowhere in sight, he ignored the clothes and went looking for her, found her cooking what he wanted, naked behind an apron.

"Morning baby," she gave him a loving smile.

"Morning," he yawned and went to kiss her lips.

She pulled away, "not before brushing your teeth."

He looked at her almost like he was hurt.

"Oh, okay... but no open mouth."

They shared a quick peck, he sat at the table to be served. Jennifer sat down his plate with a glass of milk, took off the apron, eased into the chair next to his.

"I'm still feeling it, everything is sore, I think we should save the rough and heavy for the weekends."

"It's not like you go to work much."

"I go enough, in fact, smart ass; I was going to go today. You were too busy playing Sherlock Holmes to realize I acquired another business."

"Then go."

"Like this?"

Why not?"

"I can't let them see I already moved on with a new man."

"Tell them it was depression sex, or something. You got too drunk at a party."

"Ooo, good one! That does sound like me."

His phone rang.

"Detective Carson," he answered.

"Danny, this has to be one of the quickest missing person and D.N.A. cases. You were right on the nose, kid! I'm on my way to your house, right now."

"I'm at my moms, actually."

"I thought you said the case was a bust?"

His eyes went wide, "it's complicated."

"Uh... no it's not. Either it was a bust or it wasn't. If it were a bust, he wouldn't be bringing anything and that means you lied to me, Danny," she looked annoyed.

"Sounds like you're in trouble, kid."

"Yeah... I'll text you the address," he hung up, "it really is complicated and yes I lied, because it's complicated. I promise I'll tell you the truth, okay? Just give me some time to sort this all out."

"Fine," she sighed.

He held her hand, "I'll tell you, I will, Jenn."

She simply nodded.

After they finished eating, they dressed for Detective Carson's visit.

"I'll leave you to it," She said when the doorbell rang.

"Please try to walk normal," he begged.

"I'm trying... you wrecked both those holes, baby. I'm so fucking sore."

"Fine, I'll distract him, lest he figures something out."

"You're being paranoid, Danny."

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, "Carson, come in."

Carson eyed him up and down, "rerunning clothes?"

"Yeah, well, I stayed here last night, my mom washed them at least."

"Hello Detective, pleasure to see you again," she tried to hide her limp as she went to shake his hand.

"Miss Fullard."

"I'd love to see how this turns out, but I need to visit the new acquisition- it's good news, right?"

"It is very good news. We were really close, then he stumbled on something substantial."

"I hope to hear all about it," she glared at him, "gotta go, it'd look bad if the new boss is late."

"Bye mom!"

"Bye, baby," she went out the door.

Carson looked at Danny suspiciously.

"What?"

He shook his head, "let's get down to brass tacks."

"We got coffee if you want some," he lead him to the kitchen.

"Before you start stuttering and stammering; I've seen weirder and worse."

"What are you getting at?"

"We both know... it's a hunch, but nothing really worth talking about," Carson saw the expensive coffee maker, "I think I will have that coffee."

"Everything you need is still sitting out," Danny handed him a cup.

"First things first," he handed him a string tied folder and started making his coffee, "I sent the sample to the hospital you were born, and the hospital where she been a few times and it is confirmed; she's your mother."

"Okay... cool," he looked uneasy.

"I understand how you must feel, the contention, questions, mix of emotions towards the woman you've practically never seen... but you did meet her, right? That's how you got the hair and it wasn't just dumb luck?"

"Ehhh... it was probably some kinda dumb luck."

Carson sipped his coffee."

"There's really no point in trying to lie about it, or whatever... just please listen to the whole thing before you judge- it was just a coincidence," he made a cup and sat down.

Danny told him the story of the past three days he spent the city over. Carson was briefly surprised but remained calm.

"I'm not gonna say that could happen to anybody, but that's one for the books- hell if I looked up the word coincidence on Wikipedia, I'd expect to see this story on the page under examples."

"I don't know how to feel about it."

"Generally something like this can really flip somebody for a loop, yet with these particulars; my advice is the same as with anybody else, to take some time to think about it, before confronting them... and in your case, you might wanna take a bit more time than the average person."

"I know it sounds bad," he sighed.

"Hey... true, but you didn't know. I emphasis taking time to let it sink in, then take more time before you contact her. You seem to have some sort of Oedipus complex and that can't be healthy."

"How when I didn't even know?"

"Not her... her," he glared.

"How did you...?"

"Kid... my rates are high for a reason. Sure what you told me sounds bad, but... that is actually worse than the other thing. The other thing truly is a fluke by comparison."

"Yeah... I guess you're right," he stared at his cup.

"People do weird shit everyday. You're not the worst, I promise. A Kentucky woman once threw her whole marriage away over somebody catfishing as a celebrity- even gave him ten grand. Trust me, that's not the kinda momma's boy you wanna be."

Danny simply nodded, afraid to say anything.

"I'm not gonna turn you in or anything, sometimes people just don't think straight, you can still bounce back from this."

"Yeah... there should still be time," he replied sullenly.

"Danny... think... be disappointed for the right reasons and get yourself together. I've seen what these things do."

"Right... that's nothing to miss."

"Does she have any to-go cups, this is good coffee."

"Just grab a thermos out of that cabinet- she won't miss any of them."

Carson topped it off, pat Danny on the back, "the case is closed, balls in your court, think and make your next move wisely."

"I'll wire you the last payment before five. Thank you for everything," he stood and shook his hand.

"It's my job."

"If I ever need a detective, I'm calling you."

Danny walked him to the door, once he was gone, Danny went back to the kitchen, and stared at the files, lost in them, thoughts racing, emotions a bigger turmoil than before. He knew he should take Carson's advice, but he had to take care of this quick, despite everything, she wasn't his mom, so it didn't matter. Danny snatched up the papers, rushed to Jennifer's office to make copies, rushed to his car and drove away.

Mandy awoke to banging that made her head bang worse, she peeled herself from her couch, "this better be fucking good, god damn it," she yanked the door open.

"We need to talk," Danny stood there holding a letter size envelope.

"Danny! God I missed you, I needed you so bad last night... I looked him up and you were right."

"Yeah, so can I come in?"

"You're always welcome, c'mon in," she shut the door behind him.

Once inside, she went to hug him and he stopped her.

"We can't do this anymore," he held the envelope to her chest, keeping distance.

"What do you mean? Danny we're like the same person... I really like you."

He started to speak.

"Why do we need to stop‽ Am I too clingy, I can chill."

"No, it's not that."

"Is it my age, or yours- I thought you didn't care, I don't care about that! This isn't funny, I really need you right now. Don't tell me it's because I'm a prostitute? I told you I would quit! I really hate it Danny, I won't do it anymore, I'll even stop stripping," she pleaded.

"It's not that either, it's-"

"Tell me why, we can fix it, I can't-"

"Rebecca listen to me!"

She was shocked, "how... h-how did you..."

"Take the paper and see for yourself."

She looked at the envelope pressed to her chest and slowly took it. Danny just glared at her as she read over the papers. Rebecca's hands started to shake and tears started to fall, she felt like she couldn't breath.

"I was... and you were..."

"Looking for you... mother."

She clenched the papers in her hand and started to cry.

"How do you think I feel," he leered at her.

"I told you I screwed up," she whispered.

"You could've told me you were my mom!"

"I... I didn't know, I re-really didn't know."

"How could you not know‽"

"Danny... I've been wanting to tell you everything. No more secrets, remember?"

He just stared at her.

"Please stay and listen... please be that kind and caring guy I fell in love with," she begged.

"Of course I want to know, more than ever, now."

"S-sit with me... I'll tell you everything... I already planned on it... we promised we would."

He started to walk to the love seat and she backed up out of fear. Rebecca felt like a child in trouble.

"C'mon and sit," his voice was tense.

She slowly sat down on the love seat next to him.

"I can't believe all of you kept this from me."

"I didn't keep anything from you, Danny. It makes sense why we got so close so fast."

"Are you gonna talk, or keep stalling?"

"You're scaring me Danny. Ask me anything, I swear on Henry's grave I'll tell you everything!"

"Why did you abandon me?"

"You should hate me for that... despise me. You're really my son, that makes me love you more than I thought I did. Can... can I tell you something?"

"That's why I'm here," he snapped.

"From what I see; you turned out great, it might not mean much now... but I'm certain of it... I'm proud of you. It's not a good reason. I was selfish, I liked how things were, we were young and I didn't want you, I wasn't ready for one. Me and Henry didn't believe in abortion, so I had you, I did everything that was right at the time, so you'd be healthy. I really did. After I had you, I left- not right after, but... well... Henry made me promise that if I stuck around for six months and still felt the same way, then he would let me be free. For years now I regretted it. My family shunned me. It was you, him, everybody I was trying to crawl back to. I know I never should've tried to, but my heart ached for you all and yes it was because my life was falling apart. I didn't want help or anything, I just wanted to be there. That was still selfish of me, I know."

"It sounds like you deserve the life you have."

"I do," she nodded, "I told you it was all my fault," she started to cry again.

"I can't believe dad loved a person like you."

"We were the same. The difference was he was ready to make room for you. Danny... I know it's all my fault, I'm... I'm the fabricator of my own fate, even when I wasn't around, you still suffered from it. You can't make me feel worse than I have been. The worst really was that they weren't even mad... they were just disappointed and ashamed of me."

"Who?"

"You're fa-father and godmother. She loved you so much... my best friend... your auntie Jenny. Did Henry ever remarry?"

"Yeah... to my stepmom... Jennifer."

"She's a better mom than I ever would be- would've been."

"You think you'd be better now, don't tell me you're asking for a chance," he looked incredulous.

"Can you blame me‽ You don't know who I was, but you know who I am now! The moment that anything came up of question, I'd have told you, I wanted to be honest with you... with my feelings for you. I was going to tell you that I was looking for- well you, Danny, I was ready to tell you my life story yesterday, but you had to leave. You would've known already. The first thing I was going to do was tell you my real name. Why is this happening now, why didn't they tell you?"

"Maybe my dad was still ashamed of you. Jennifer told me she had a non-disclosure agreement tied into their prenup and his will."

"I was working with your dad, we met in college, he had already been building a business with help of his family. After you were born, I sold my shares and left. I traveled the world, then came back, went to Cali, New York, I partied, blew all the money, ended up in the midwest and then back to New York where we were a bunch of struggling fools. The friendships fell apart, that's when the struggle wasn't fun anymore. I ended up being a porn star for a while, ended up in Indiana, running from Detroit and my crazy boyfriend. Somehow ended up in Florida, then Arkansas. Now I'm here... been here almost six years."

Danny just chuckled.

"I know I'm not what you were expecting. You're a grown man, I can't be your mommy, but I can be a mom to you... I can be-"

"What? Keep doing what we're doing?"

"We were doing okay. You can't tell me it all means nothing now? The woman you started to fall in love with, is still right here, Danny. Don't tell me you weren't falling for me- you might've been raised by Henry and Jenny, but you take after me, more than you know. I am terribly sorry that I abandoned you, I deeply regret ever doing it. You're always going to be my son, even if only through genetics... and those genes run real deep in you."

"I'm not like you."

"Think about the past two days and tell me that. Don't sit here and deny that we're exactly alike. You have Henry's hair and his morals... everything else about you comes from me. It wasn't a coincidence that that waitress said we look alike. We think alike, we act alike."

"Are those genes supposed to make me forgive you?"

"No... you're right to be mad, I want you mad at me, I deserve it. I've been miserable for years... I deserve for you to hurt me like you are. I know in your heart that you love me and you're in love with me, Like I am you."

He rolled his eyes with a deep sigh.

"Be mad, be mad for days, weeks, but please don't abandon me," her tears fell again, "please don't, Danny. You were already giving me a chance... keep giving me a chance... you're just going to hurt yourself. I won't bother you, but if there's anything else you need to know, call me. Take your time but don't abandon me."

Danny was angry that she was right.

"Stop acting like you know me."

"I know that they raised you better than that. I also know something that Jenny doesn't know and Henry would never tell a soul- not even you."

"Like what?"

"A little something to do with his side of the family, and a lot to do with mine. I bet you never met your real family on my side."

"No... no I haven't."

"When you're ready, I'll tell you, then it'll all make sense. I don't want to replace Jenny, I just want to be in your life."

"You screwed that up."

"I know."

"So I think I'll still be okay, just like I have been, without you," he stood up.

"Then can I have a hug goodbye."

"Fine," he leaned over and hugged her.

"I'll wait for you."

"There's no need for that," his eyes narrowed at her.

"Don't you want any kind of relationship with me, Danny? Please? I know I wasn't there, but I'm still your mother. If I could do it again, I'd have stayed- we were off to a good start before we found out... please don't throw it all away... don't throw me away. Be mad all you want, even if you don't see me as your mother- we're still family, Danny... I can... I can play the weird eccentric cool aunt. I'm begging you to gimme a chance," she started to sob, "yell and scream, tell me I'm a bane of this world... hit me, beat me, just don't leave, Danny."

"Did you at least name me?"

"Daniel Lamont Fullard."

He just sighed and walked out the door and heard her sobbing grow to a full blown cry, as she cursed herself, he couldn't tear himself away from listening, yet couldn't bare to stand there either. Even if it could've been mostly her fault, she was still alone, there he was, everything she wanted, ready to leave her, like she did him. The walk back to the car felt longer than it did the day before, he could still hear her down the hall of the mostly quiet building. He reached his car and his heart felt like it was going to seize up, he never needed her before, he told her how he felt, but it didn't feel good treating the woman he was falling in love with, that way, but it was before he found out who she really was.

"I should've listened to fucking Carson," he scolded himself, taking one last look at her building before driving away.

Danny walked in his house, grabbed a bottle of liquor from his bar, poured the contents in a rocks glass and downed it, poured another, texted his secretary that he would be in tomorrow. Danny walked around his empty house, usually it was fine, he was single so of course he lived alone, nor did he entertain much, not wanting any possible girlfriend to know how much money he did have, he wanted a sincere relationship- like he almost had with his mom. He cringed at the thought.

"How could I want the woman who never wanted me‽ Carson was right; this is some Oedipus bullshit... lusting after both of my moms‽ And it feels right‽ Okay so I didn't know Man- Rebecca was my mom, so it's not my fault, now that I know she is, I can get over here. Sure Jenn raised me like her own son... but we're not related, so it doesn't count, right," he asked the glass in his hand, "Of course not! Jenn's been a mom to me, she's not really my mom... I could... I could marry her if I wanted to!"

Rebecca gathered herself to calm down and make bitter peace that she would most likely never see Danny again, she always feared that the day they met and the day he found out would turn out just how it did.

"I was foolish to think the time we spent together would've made a difference... I'm so fucking stupid," she opened her freezer for a bottle of liquor and drink straight from the bottle, "I poured my heart out," she told it, "I love my son, doesn't fucking matter that I want him back, that I miss him and regret everything I did to end up here."

She stood in the middle of the living room, looking around her apartment, all she managed to get over the years and can only fathom what Danny's home is like, she took another swig.

"I just wanted a chance to do things right, at least have some sort of relationship... there was more I had to tell him, can't he understand, he has to, we have a... a thing, we're too much alike... good or bad. We're alike... if I didn't want him that easy, then, yeah... he could not want me just as easy."

Around seven Jennifer came home from work, she half expected Danny to be there waiting. She had prepared herself the best she could and trusted him to keep his word that if he didn't come by, he would at least call.

"So he found Rebecca, I'm curious how this is gonna go down, if it hasn't yet. Maybe some good may come from it... I wonder what she's been doing? I can't believe I still miss that bitch- sorta," she thought to herself.

Jennifer went in her office and found her copier open, noticing the papers and folder that Carson gave Danny, she picked it all up and started reading it all. She had been curious how they found her, until she saw the D.N.A. test results paper and wondered how he got a hold of her hair. Jennifer looked up with grave concern and quickly called Danny.

"Hey Jenn," he grumbled.

"Danny... baby... I know you said you'd tell me all about it soon, but can we talk about it now," she stuffed the papers inside as she walked through the house.

"Now? I'm... ah dunno," he slurred.

"Yes now, please come over. Wait. Have you been drinking?"

"A little, I guess?"

She cursed under her breath, "you went to see her didn't you?"

"Nooooo."

"Don't lie to me, love. I don't need Carson to figure out you went straight to her from here, you made a copy of the reports and rushed over there."

"Whu... how you know that‽"

"Where's the report Danny?"

"It's... um," she heard him rustling around looking for it, "I got it somewhere."

"I have it," she tapped it on a wall, "you left it in my office, honey. I raised you, I know you."

"Shit, okay okay... I'll come and get it."

"No you won't! I'll bring it to you. Sorry to pull rank, but we're talking about this now, I'll be over there soon."

"Yes mother."

"Good. Love you baby."

"Love you mom."

She made a kissing noise before hanging up, grabbed her keys and went to her car.

She pulled up to his house and used her key to get inside, she found him lying on the couch with one empty and one half empty bottle. With a quick kiss on the lips, she sat the folder down and took the bottles and glass to the kitchen.

"That's enough drinking for you," she came back with a full glass and a Gatorade.

"Jenn, hey," he reached for the glass.

"Aht aht, this is yours," she handed him the Gatorade.

Danny groaned when he sat up.

"Don't you start, my love, now you promised you would tell me everything... I was going to wait, but I read that and I'm worried about you, so talk."

"How did you know I went to see her?"

"Because I know you. I have a strange feeling you already knew her, too."

"Mom... Jenn... how do you know me so well... what can you tell me about Rebecca, she said you were her best friend."

"She was my best friend, for years. She's why I know you so well; you're just like Becca, more than you know. I started seeing it- me and Henry. We hoped that if you didn't know her, that maybe you'd grow out of it, nope... the older you got- the worse you got, let Henry tell it. Like her twin, you reminded us of Becca everyday."

"What happened back then?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"She did, but I wanna know about you and dad... how did this happen?"

"Trust me, there was nothing malicious," she took a sip, "Henry and Becca were madly in love... nothing would tear them apart- so we thought. Becca stayed after you were born, they argued since you were conceived that she didn't want you, we convinced her to have you and try. Henry told her that after six months if she didn't change her mind, then she could go. He arranged for her to exchange her shares, sign her rights to you over, a solid divorce and she was free."

"She said that."

"We were mad... or I was. She really hurt your dad. I remember yelling at her about it. We argued again when the day came she was going to be free, we fought, I dogwalked her all over that house."

"You beat her up?"

"It was more of a tie, you could say."

"You and Dad?"

"We were friends, more like siblings, really. Becca knew we cared about each other, knew sometimes we had our heart to hearts, I loved him like a brother- was just supposed to be your godmother... you should be calling me Aunt Jenn, not mom. Once when you had colic, and Becca bailed a day or two in, we took care of you, we had a talk where we agreed once she was gone, we would raise you. There was no romance about it, we weren't interested in each other like that. But I guess our love for you spread to each other, all that time spent together. Around when you were nearly two; he came home late from work, put you to bed- I had fallen asleep with you, woke me up with a kiss on the lips, when my eyes opened, there was this ring in my face, all he said was 'marry me', he didn't ask, he told me to. God knows by then we had gotten madly in love. He had it all taken care of in two weeks and we were husband and wife."

"Did you ever see her again?"

"No, but she did call once or twice for money when she had a bit of a drug habit. You know how Henry was, yet he still loved her. Henry even helped get her clean from thousands of miles away. I had no doubt that if she came back, he would take her back, divorce me and remarry her. He denied it and hated when I joked that he'd have sister wives, because I'd never leave and I knew he wouldn't let me. Henry... loved... and hated that you were so much like her."

"Thanks for being my mom."

"It was- is my love for you. Just like with your dad, if you want a relationship with her, I won't stand in your way... she is your real mother after all."

"Do you miss her?"

"Sometimes. I can't look at you and not think about her, even some things you've done, she did the exact same thing," she smiled, "the only reason your slightly different is because of our influence, we tried to make sure you didn't make the same mistakes she did. Please Danny, what happened, did you know her before you found out who she was?"

"It's kinda embarrassing and... shameful."

"Well... you are her son after all."

"Not funny," he grimaced.

"That's because you don't know her."

"Anyway... Jenn; I was at the bar and this prostitute came up to me, we talked and next thing I know; I promised her I would, hook up with her the next night. Said she had been watching me every time I was there since last week. I offered to take her on a date since she wanted to help me find Rebecca. We had a great time."

"Ah... so you took a hooker on a date?"

"Yeah... to that new dance club and a three star restaurant."

"So much for low profile, huh? Flashing money around with a hooker on your arm?"

"Yeah well- this is hard enough to talk about, Jenn, please stop making jokes."

"Okay, okay," she held her hands up.

"Yesterday she..."

"What was her name... name, since they often have an alias like strippers do."

"She was a stripper too."

Jennifer laughed.

"Mom!"

"Sorry... sorry! It's just that this sounds like some cheap romance novel. Where does Becca come in?"

"Sadly I'm getting to that. Yesterday... last night, whatever... she asked me to come by her place, pick her up from work."

"Strip club or street corner?"

He just glared at her.

"Sorry."

"Strip club. We went to her place and I spent the night- yes we had sex and yes it was great. I really enjoyed spending time with her, she was different. Then when we woke up; I saw everything, the truth."

"Was she really a man, or something crazy, what was it?"

"It was too dark to see anything and there was nothing else in her apartment that was a dead giveaway... but her bedroom, once I looked around and noticed... pictures of you... dad.... A baby picture of me... people I didn't know, dads side of the family!"

"Your hooker friend was... Becca... the whole time," she was shocked.

"Yeah...I fucked my mom and liked it."

"Danny... I'm so sorry, this must have you all messed up," she pulled him in a hug.

"The worst thing is I was falling in love with her! We really had a connection. I guess the both of you are right; we are just alike."

"Poor baby."

"She read the report and was willing to tell me everything," he looked Jennifer in the eye, "she still acted like we weren't related, going on how we could still be together and that it's in our genes and her genes are stronger than dads and all I got was his hair."

"Don't tell me she's like that, too? I thought both of you would not be that way," she turned and whispered to herself.

"What?"

"Nothing... just thinking how... you and her dating‽"

"I know! Me dating my mom... having sex with her that whole time... weird!"

"Yeah... weird," she looked annoyed.

"You're different. Yeah your my mom, but we aren't related... you're not my mom, mom. It might be weird to see, for those who know us, but we're not related, we could get married if we wanted. My actual mom... that's weird," he hugged her, "this isn't weird to me."

"Thank god," she mouthed.

"I love you, Jenn."

"So... it's really not that of a big deal to you?"

"Carson figured it out- like I thought he would, knew I had sex with both of you."

"Fuck, he's good," she looked surprised.

"I don't think I want to see Rebecca ever again after this."

"I'll support what ever choice you make."

"She tried to tell me she was trying to save up money so she could find us. She should've never left to begin with, she should be regretful over it."

"It hurts you, doesn't it?"

"No. It pisses me off. She thinks she could just crawl back in our lives just because she misses us, she made her own fuckups. Her life is bad because she made it that way!"

"Calm down, don't get to worked up, Danny."

"I'm not! It's just... she left all of us and thinks she can come back because now her life sucks and she's stuck doing stuff she hates! Why should I care about that, or entertain her desire of being in my life... so what if we had a good time together... so what if she wasn't that bad initially! You know how she is; she was horrible, right‽ She was putting on a show!"

"She was a wonderful person, we were surprised when she made that choice. I'm not surprised that she wanted to fix it, that's truly the kinda person I remember her to be."

"She should've tried a long time ago. I don't care what she went through."

"Okay, Danny, if that's how you feel. Why don't we get you something in your stomach and lay you down."

"Is that what you'd do with her? You think I can't handle my booze‽ I'm not like her," he stood up and wobbled.

"I know you're not her, calm down."

"I am calm."

"You're still processing... it's okay," she stood, "you'll figure it out."

"You two keep saying I'm just like her! I do stuff she did. I'm my own self damn it, how can I make choices somebody I don't know makes‽ Would she drink like this, then I won't do it, or is that what she'd do‽ I'll drink more! I'll stop being a smart ass! I'll be a different person!"

"Danny stop," she grabbed him.

"No wait, you said she changed. If I change, then I'll be like her!"

"Danny... it's okay," she embraced him, "you're not her, even if you are similar to her."

"Yeah but... we even look alike, a waitress said so, she thought we were mother and son... we messed with her about it."

"Danny... baby... you're going to be okay. It just takes time."

"No I... why," he started to cry, "why did she leave, Jenn? Couldn't she do whatever it was and keep us as family‽ Why did all of this happen like this? How could she just tell me she loves me like it was all okay?"

"I wish I could tell you... I wish everything was different, too."

"I miss a woman I never knew, what sense does that make‽"

Jennifer took him to his bedroom and laid with him until he calmed down and fell asleep, stayed al night and made him dinner when he woke back up. She had no answers, nor did she want to tell him one way or the other what he should do. The next morning they both went to work.

It was a few days before he started being more normal, but he didn't ignore Jennifer, he had a relationship with one of his mothers, that he didn't intend to ruin. Danny was still trying to process things with Rebecca, he would check his phone and find nothing newer than that picture of her. Sometimes he found himself thinking about her, wondering if she was okay, or even still alive. Danny put all his energy into his work and Jennifer to try and keep Rebecca from his mind.

"Look at this! Why you're just a big of a romantic as ya old man!"

"I can see why, he had you to show off," he kissed her as they walked in the restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation," the maître d asked.

"Daniel Fullard."

"Hmmm... here we are... follow me."

"Baby... you were never this ritzy and you know I don't care about flaunting money," she said after they were sat down.

"I mean... here and there can't hurt, yeah?"

She just smiled at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, just looking at your cute face," she lied, thinking about the time she was with Rebecca and Henry at a gala and she counted how many times Rebecca said "I mean".

Danny leaned forward and stole a kiss.

"Are you trying to show me off?"

"Kinda. I figure I'd keep up some of the things you and dad did."

"We barely came here," she raised an eyebrow.

"Then it can be our thing. It looks nice and the food is really good, why wouldn't he?"

She shrugged and thought because Rebecca's family owns it, "ah dunno."

They looked at the menus, ordered drinks and food. He noticed a man in a suit checking them out.

"Don't look now, but some guy seems to be looking at us."

She took a glancing look and kept a cool head.

"I guess he knows a sexy couple when he sees one, Jenn."

"Jenny! Is that you," the man walked over, "why it's been ages!"

"Hey, whassup, Chuck?"

"And this must be..."

"Her boyfriend."

"Of course... her boyfriend. You're working pretty fast aren't you? Meh... who am I to judge, people move in their own way," he smiled.

"That's true, the world never stops."

"It'll pass you right by, it will. Don't you agree...?"

"Danny," he held his hand out.

"Danny. So good to meet you sir," he shook it vigorously, "so, so good! Allow me to get something for you... on the house."

"Chuck... there's no need."

"Nonsense! We're old friends, call it a gift for the new couple," he quickly left.

"You have friends that work here and you barely came here? He seems nice, how come I've never met him?"

"You know how the rich and wealthy move. Chuck is... eccentric to put it mildly."

"Gotcha. I suppose you two had friends and friends I never knew about or didn't pay attention to."

"Here you go... something for the wonderful couple," Chuck came from nowhere with a large mixed drink.

"Thanks man," Danny said.

"I thought it be nice for you two to share something," he smiled, "Jenny... we should reconnect and catch up on old times."

"We should do that," she chuckled nervously.

"I'd love to get to know your boyfriend."

"This is delicious," Danny said.

"I thought it'd be a perfect thing for a date, especially one with your stepmom, ehh Danny?"

"Uh... what?"

"Oh don't worry, it's more common than you think," he winked, "such a kind gesture."

"Chuck, don't embarrass him."

"Oh I'm just teasing! I mean... you know how much of a joker I can be. Enjoy your meal... lovebirds," he briskly walked away.

Jennifer sighed and took the drink for a sip.

"I see what you mean. He is weird. How did you and dad meet him?"

"It was... some function before you were born."

"Did Rebecca know him?"

Jennifer's eye twitched for a second, "she did, yeah. Don't worry about him, though."

The rest of the meal went by just fine, they enjoyed themselves and put zero thought about Chuck, nor had they saw him again. When they were done, Danny asked for the check and found it way cheaper than it should've been.

"That's weird."

"What is, baby?"

"This bill is only like forty bucks."

"With what we ate," she looked confused.

"Excuse me," he waved over their waiter.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"There seems to be something off with this bill," he handed it to him.

"Looks all to be in order, to me."

"Nuh-uh... can you just double check for me? Even at Outback, it wouldn't be this cheap. Can you just make sure it's right, somebody could get in trouble, or something."

"I understand."

"Maybe it was Chuck," Jennifer suggested.

"I'm not aware of Charles having anything to do with it, but I will check to ease your mind."

"Thank you sir."

"My pleasure," he briskly walked away.

"What is going on here," he looked at her.

"I wish I could tell you."

"You'd think a place like this wouldn't make such a mistake."

"Here he comes," Jennifer nodded her head.

"Mister Daniel, miss Jennifer, please come with me. Dorothy wants to settle this in person."

The two exchanged glances before following him. He lead them to an office and announced them.

"Come on in, you two," the voice said.

The waiter held the door and shut it behind them.

"Dorothy," Jennifer spoke.

"Jennifer," she smiled.

"Another friend of yours," Danny asked.

"You could say that, Daniel," Dorothy gave a sly smile, "there seems to be a problem with your bill?"

"Yeah... it's way cheep, like no way it could be that cheap."

"Let me see," she picked up the bill and laughed, "it's fine, Daniel! That's the family discount!"

"But... aren't you and her just friends, I don't even know you."

"I mean... friends can be family, yeah? Bloods thicker than water, but sometimes water'll do just fine."

"I... guess?"

"My dear Charles said you two were here, it's the least we could do. Jennifer, it's been so long! You and Daniel should stop by sometimes."

"You all don't seem that close anymore," Danny stated.

"Oh Daniel, Daniel, Daniel... we're closer than you think. Time should mean nothing to family. Charles thinks you two make a cute couple, seems like your keeping it in the family, Jennifer," she laughed.

"Well... ummm... Dorothy, it's just Danny's a wonderful-"

"No need to explain dear... we all heal in our own ways," she waved a hand, "it was a beautiful service for Henry, you did a great job, I never got to tell you."

"You were there," Danny asked.

"I was. We weren't going to miss it. Anyhow... this is the family discount," she placed it in his hand and covered his with hers, "please, we would love to have you back."

"Sure... we'll come back, ma'am."

"Dorothy is fine, Daniel. You two enjoy your night," she smiled.

"You take care, Dorothy," Jennifer said.

"Toodeloo."

Once he paid the bill, they quickly left.

"Are we really going to come back," Jennifer asked.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm... not sure."

"They're weirdos, but they're your friends. Both of them are odd, are they married or something? Related?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah married, or yeah related?"

"Yeah, I mean yeah, they're married."

"How did they get those jobs being weird to customers like that?"

"They aren't like that with customers and they own it."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"They really did look related," he thought to himself.

"Baby, let's say we work off this food?"

"Ah dunno... I had fun tonight, but that was just weird and offputting."

"Don't think about it, then."

"And you seemed the same."

"What‽ No! C'mon Danny!"

"I'm just not feeling it tonight."

They shared a kiss once they got in his car. He dropped Jennifer off and went home.

Danny couldn't help but think about those people at the restaurant, something felt off between them and Jennifer. She said they were friends, they said they were friends, yet Jennifer didn't really act like it, he's seen her with her friends. While at work, he decided he would go there for lunch and find some answers.

"Welcome... do you have a reservation," the maître d asked.

"Umm no... I was wondering if Chuck and Dorothy were here? I think... I think we might be family. I was talking to them last night."

"You must be Daniel Fullard, yes?"

"I am."

"I was told to look out for you, follow me, please."

Danny was lead back to Dorothy's office and announced in.

"Daniel," she smiled, "could you get Charles and have the room prepared?"

"On it, ma'am," he left quickly.

Dorothy stood up to meet him, a portly woman seemingly pushing near sixty.

"My how you've grown dear, give us a hug, yes?"

"You were waiting for me?"

"We were," she gave him a tight hug, "we were hoping you would come back, although not the next day, but soon enough."

"I just wanted answers. You all and Jennifer claim to be friends, but she seemed off, like she was hiding something."

"Me and my hubby will answer your questions in due time... I mean... not due time, but lunch."

"Are you two actually married, you look like you could be related."

She just smiled.

"And honestly I feel like she may have been hiding that maybe you two aren't that close of friends to her and more to my actual mom."

"Yes, your mom and dad to be precise. We are friends with Jennifer, or we'd like to think so. Please, Daniel, I don't want to leave Charles out of the conversation."

"I'm sorry Dorothy, I've just had quite the time, I mean... with finding my mom and my dad dying."

"I understand."

"That room is a private dining room and nothing crazy, yeah?"

"Right on the nose, Daniel. Shall we get going, yes?"

She lead him down a hallway to a room with a medium sized conference table.

"Daniel! Good to see you again," Charles smiled, "lunch will be here shortly, have a seat, yes?"

"Yeah... I... you two talk like..."

Dorothy and Charles smiled at each other.

"He's a bright one, yes?"

"I mean... more than looks can run in a family."

Danny sat next to them and started putting pieces together. He was about to speak when food was brought in.

"You were going to say something, Daniel," Charles asked.

"You're not just friends of the family, you are family... Rebecca's family, yeah- I mean yes-ugh," he shook his head.

"What gave it away, dear," Dorothy asked.

"You talk like her, she says things like that."

"At some point you just don't notice it anymore," Charles said.

"I never really noticed it until now. Do you all talk like that, you seem to smart and refined to-"

"My how the pot calls the kettles black," Charles interrupted.

"I know I do it too. I don't know why, I mean...," he smacked himself, "I was only around her like only six months."

"Don't try and stop now, dear," Dorothy laughed.

"Blood runs thick, Daniel," Charles replied.

"My dad never talked like that, and both of you do, did one of you just pick it up, being married for so long? Jennifer doesn't talk like that either."

"It's an odd family trait," Charles said.

"You want to know why Jennifer is standoffish? She discovered something she shouldn't have. It was by accident. Rather a family secret that incest runs about us Corneworths," Dorothy explained.

"Yes, it's something that we keep secret. The poor girl found us getting intimate looking for the bathroom at the family resort. You'd think she'd be over it, especially with what I saw last night. You two are dating, yes? Taking your old mans wife?"

"I think you're right, she did get over it, because she was the one who asked me. I just think that she didn't want me to know that you were Rebecca's family. See... I met her- so incest runs in the whole family?"

"To various degrees. Jennifer only knew about us, we're usually such a close knit family that one wouldn't really notice, and of course we don't present like that. Some like us have gotten married, some just date, or explore they're familial crushes and find love elsewhere, like Rebecca did," Dorothy explained.

"It's in the genes," Charles added.

"Is it a bad thing she did that?"

"Heavens no. If some didn't seek out, we'd probably be a bunch of Cronenberg creatures- it's fine. The genes are strong with deep related offspring, than those who are mixed blood," Dorothy explained.

"So... if I get this right... those of us with related parents have stronger genes than- but her and my dad weren't related."

"They weren't, but Rebecca's parents are," Dorothy said.

"What are you telling us? You said you met her, your mother, yes?"

"I did. When my dad died, Jennifer could legally tell me that she wasn't my actual mom. I hired a detective and went looking for her. The thing is... when I found her... fuck it, I can tell you two and I guess not be ashamed... I met her before I knew who she was and we started to connect and we did stuff."

"You fucked," she gave him a knowing look.

"We did. Long story short, I saw pictures and I took some of her hair and it came back she was my mom. Do you know anything about what happened with her and my dad?"

"We do. She threw her life away to be a teenager again, she turned her back on you, Daniel, she was a shame of the family, she was excommunicated," he explained.

"Did you excommunicate me, too?"

"No, my good man, you wouldn't be here. We were hoping one day to see you again. It was mostly out of respect for Henry that the family stayed away, so you wouldn't grow up confused and such," he said.

"So you met Rebecca. How did it go," she wondered.

"We had a great connection and it was really strange at first. Only when I found out we were related, that it made some sense. I was pissed at her about it."

"As you should've been," they both said.

"I'm confused about it, she told me everything she knew. She didn't tell me about the incest parts, she did say our connection was genetic- now that makes sense."

"Daniel... if you want to be a part of this family, nobody will turn you away, some have never met you, or at least not officially, but everybody loves you," she said.

"Now Rebecca... how did that go," Charles steered the conversation back.

"I showed her the test and she cried, I told her we couldn't be together because she was my mom and she left me. She regretted it. She had already told me that she was trying to get money together to find me, my dad and Jenn- she didn't even know dad died. It was not a good scene."

"But how did you feel about it," she asked.

"I admit I was falling in love with her, and it was weird enough that she's a prostitute and stripper..."

Charles shook his head with a tisk.

"...but I figured I could look past it, then I find out she's my mom, and now I'm mad and still have feelings... I just don't know!"

"Daniel... Daniel... relax. She did leave you, but she is your mother and it sounds like you still have feelings for her. We aren't going to tell you what to do- only you can decide that. If you can forgive Rebecca, then at the very least do so, if the connection is that strong, then nothing will keep you apart. If you want to leave her like the rest of us, then that's fine, too. It's all new and has complied into a mass of mental chaos that you weren't prepared for," he explained.

"If you need anything, feel free to come by. If you want to meet more of the family, we can help. You might find somebody you fancy, like a cute cousin or niece, if Jennifer doesn't work out," she said.

"How... how would I have a niece?"

"Trust us... don't go there," he said.

"Well what are you two to me?"

Charles and Dorothy looked at each other.

"Let's just say; we're your cousins," she said.

"We do have a records book, if you want to know exactly who everybody is, but it'll make your head spin," he added.

"I guess it doesn't matter if we're all family," he shrugged.

"Damn near the family creed. There's a family reunion coming up soon, if you want to come," she offered.

"Yes, You have some cousins that would love to get to know you," he said.

"I think he's pretty cute," she smiled.

"Is our family swingers, too?"

"Not really off the table," he shrugged.

"I think I feel a bit better now, thank you so much."

"Any time, cousin. We are.. sorry about what Rebecca did to you, you don't turn your back on family like that- at least not for stupid and inane reasons," he started getting angry.

"Watch your blood pressure, honey, yes?"

"She regrets everything she did. My... mom... is all alone in the next city over. She doesn't want anything from anybody, she said she just wants her family, no money, no handouts, just to see her family again."

"It would take a miracle to get anybody to give her the time of day," she huffed.

"So last question, I guess; does Jenn know about the whole family... or just you two?"

"Good question. I wouldn't be surprised if she figured it out eventually, having been dragged along to functions with your mother, but she only knew about us," he said.

"Right. I should get back to work, plus I have a lot to think about. Thank you for the food," he stood.

"What's family for, right," Charles smiled.

"You can't leave without the Corneworth goodbye," Dorothy stood.

"Can't have that," he smiled, "how do we do it?"

Charles gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, so he did the same. Dorothy hugged him and pulled him down.

"Since you like older ladies, the offer still stands," she whispered, then kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you both, especially you Dorothy. I won't be a stranger anymore."

They walked him to the front door as a woman about his age walked in, he noticed her features, she was fairly average build but had wide hips and he noticed her plump butt. she smiled curtly at him.

"There's one of them we were talking about Daniel," Dorothy pointed at her.

She turned and looked at him.

"I guess I'm your cousin? I'm Rebecca Fullards son."

"Daniel. I've seen you around, we actually went to high school together... you graduated two years before me. I'm Tiffany."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I just met our... cousins, yeah?"

"Easiest way to put it, it can get real complicated, but most of us are actually cousins."

"I'm looking forward to meeting more family after talking to them."

"They show you the family meet and greet, yeah?"

"They did."

"I mean... we did just meet... and it looks like you're leaving."

"True."

"It's nice to meet you... cutie cousin Danny," she hugged him and kissed him deeply," and see ya later, yeah?"

"Same," he smiled.

"Next time we meet, lets get coffee or something. Welcome back to the family."

"Thanks Tiffany."

He left, giving one last look to the three of them and went back to work.

He had a lot to think about, between his mom, new found family, Jennifer. He loves Jennifer and it makes sense how he could be with her, given how his family tends to be, even if she isn't related to him, but the biggest mess to sort is the Rebecca situation. He decided to take a walk around the property and then it dawned on him; they are generally rich or wealthy, but if his mom is an example, they can't be all like that, she was born here, there is a number of Corneworths here, he is curious if any works for him and he doesn't know, finding himself looking at people with scrutiny.

Jennifer was at his place that night, they were just cuddled together, relaxing, watching a movie. Thoughts still danced in his head.

"Jenn?"

"Yah?"

"How come you didn't tell me that Charles and Dorothy were my cousins?"

She looked up at him, "because if you knew, you might have freaked out like you did about Becca, or you would then start thinking about her again. Things have been good for you, for the past few days."

"Were you going to tell me?"

"I planned on it and not in a way in the future plan, either. You went up there today, didn't you?"

"I did."

"They're actually nice people."

"What do you know about them?"

"More than I should. Like that there's rampant incest. Becca and Henry took me to her family reunion at this Florida resort your family owns, I was looking for the bathroom and found those two having sex. Earlier that day, they were introduced as cousins. I was weirded out, can't lie, but it was sorted out, I thought it was just them, but then I saw others doing things like making out, or holding hands, when they thought certain outsiders aren't around."

"How do you feel about it?"

"After a while... I guess I was considered okay to know and I got pretty desensitized to it- that's why I didn't bat an eye when you said, well... you know what you did. I understand incest more and the stigma less."

"Is that one reason you wanted to be with me?"

"Huh... I guess I never thought about it, just always thought you were cute when you grew up. I really didn't want you stuck in your head and drinking yourself stupid again."

"I can't not think about her, though."

I know that! Just don't let it consume you. It's okay to love her, she's your birth mom, even if you hate what she did, you can still love her... at least that's what they say. If you're in love with her... that's okay, too. I understand loving somebody society sez I shouldn't. Of course if you hate her overall, well she did nothing to earn your love to begin with, as a parent."

"That makes sense."

"I told you... I'm on your side."

"I met another of my cousins there, too."

"I'm not surprised. You have family all over."

"She said she went to high school with me."

"Oh? Which one?"

"There were more than one?"

"Remember that time you almost got jumped by those two guys and those other three guys helped out of nowhere?"

"Yeah... really‽"

"Really, really, Donkey."

"She said her name was Tiffany."

"Don't know her."

"Ah."

"Now that it's been a few days and I hope you have the crazy out of your system... can we have sex?"

"I thought you were gonna ask something else."

"Like what?"

"Ah dunno. To try and talk to Rebecca again?"

"Umm nah... but if you do; bring me with you. Now... sex," she pulled his cock from his boxers and started sucking.

He reached and fondled one of her breast, "maybe this is what I need."

She held a thumb up and kept sucking. Danny tugged her panties down and when she went to take them off, he laid her back down to give her a turn. She loved how he sucked on her clit, she was just starting to get worked up, when she felt him move and mount her. He balanced himself on the couch, started slow and steady, held her legs up, giving her more, enjoying the noises she was making, watching her breast bounce, he wished she played with them more, like Rebecca did.

"Baby... I wanna ride that dick," she ordered.

Jennifer climbed on top of him, their lips met before she bounced on him, her breast inches from his face jumping up and down in a slight circular motion. Danny gave her butt a few smacks, he could imagine Rebecca's butt being far softer, bigger, how much he liked to hold it. He was snapped from his thoughts when Jennifer climaxed and yelled in his ear.

"Not done with you yet, Danny boy," she kissed him passionately, "momma's gonna make you all better."

Jennifer turned around, plopped back down on his cock and leaned on him, working her hips slowly, his hands in hers being rubbed on her body, he gently kissed her neck.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Uh-huh."

The position reminded him of Rebecca, he pictured getting one of her lap dances, watching those wide hips of hers work and he would hold her love handles, her butt would just sit in his lap just right, unlike Jennifer's that seemed to rest on top. He liked Jennifer's butt, but it wasn't hers. It had a nice shape, it was just too taught for as big as it looked, she stuck her legs on the inside of his, leaned forward to brace herself on the coffee table- this was oddly one thing he did like about her butt; when she bent over it spread itself, brandishing both of her holes. She bounced hard, fast, slamming herself in his lap, he tried to pull away from his thoughts again and focus, sucking his thumb and sticking it far as it'd go in that tight upper hole of hers and wiggled it inside best he could with how fast she was moving. He felt himself ready to go, breathing turned to grunting as Jennifer pumped out his orgasm.

"That's it baby... fuck!"

Jennifer slowed a lot but kept dropping herself just as hard, he knew she was getting close, closer she got the slower she went, legs shaking. She moved her legs back outside his, sat straight up, wailed as her breath grew heavy, climaxed and dropped herself down one final time. She leaned back on him, gasping for air. Danny wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"I love riding this dick... you make me feel so good!"

"Same thing she said," he thought.

"Did that help you?"

"I think it helped some."

"Hey... I just want you happy above all else, you know that."

"I know and I love you so much, mom, that's all you ever do."

He turned her head so he could give her a few kisses.

Danny and Jennifer had took turns staying at each others houses, it was his idea to help cope, to focus on their relationship. She offered that they should go to his families restaurant at least once a week because she wanted him to know that side of his real family. Danny ended up meeting a few more relatives, one being an aunt of sorts, that looked near the spitting image of Rebecca with just a bit more weight on her. That night he ravished Jennifer, thoughts of that woman and her in his head, the moment they stepped in his house, he went to kiss her and pull her top off.

"Danny! So frisky!"

He kissed her lips crazy down to her neck and breast, pulled his shirt off, the next thing she knew was she was bent over the back of the couch, he was fighting his shoes off and dropped his pants, lifted her skirt, stuck his hand down there to get her wet, while stroking his own cock. She cried out, feeling fingers inside her, then he pulled her underwear to the side and shoved himself in.

"Oh god!"

Danny pounded her and ignored the feeling of ramming her pelvis.

'God, Danny... fuck," she yelled.

He just wanted to fuck the images away. This wasn't the first time he had done this; once he had a wet dream of Rebecca, woke up next to Jennifer sleeping on her stomach and woke her up to being done in by his cock. She yelled bent over the couch as her first climax hit. He wanted to have sex with his aunt, she looked so much like his mom to him, that he'd pretend she was. The thought of a threesome crossed his head, but the thoughts just kept going back to his mom. He pictured her bent over with that amazingly sexy jiggle her butt had when he was doing her and exploded inside Jennifer.

Later that night while she slept on him, he checked his phone begging her to text him, wanting to text her, staring at the picture she sent. He looked at Jennifer sound asleep, with a heavy sigh out his phone away.

Danny couldn't escape the thoughts and desires, it was getting harder and harder to see Jennifer as herself. Everything he's been told runs through his head. Jennifer started noticing herself and decided to say something. They had just finished a round of sex and he seemed to be off in space.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah it's fine."

"Is it?"

"Jenn... yeah," he leaned to kiss her.

She turned her head, "I don't think it is," she sat up.

"Jenn, I'm good," he sat up.

"You forget that I know you, I raised you. Talk to me! Jeeze... ya think after I gave you my heart and body, you could at least open up."

"I just... I mean... I don't wanna hurt you."

"You not happy, hurts me, me not knowing and can't fix it, hurts, Danny!"

He sighed.

"You think I didn't notice? I see the patterns, I see how you look at some of your family, and I know what happens when we get back. I know you've been distant any other time."

"Damn."

"Uh-huh. Remember our talk before we started this?"

"I remember that and everything else I've been told."

"So you know I'll never stop loving you. If you wanna bang one of your cousins, I don't mind."

"It's not that. I guess that would be nice, but I just don't want them like that... and I don't think... I can... do this... anymore."

"Me and you?"

"Yeah," he prepared himself for her to cry or get mad.

She simply grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "okay."

"You're not-," he was cut off with a deep kiss.

"What do you want, Danny?"

"You know how you told me that you tried to raise me so I wouldn't make the same mistakes she did, right?"

"I do, baby."

"When I talked to Charles and Dorothy the first time; they said how family should stick together. You don't turn your back on family."

"You want your mom."

"For the longest my mind was saying no, she was a deadbeat, my heart kept going. I think she changed and deserves to be happy. I think it'd be a mistake to abandon her, like she did. I'm in love with her, I want her... even if it is crazy."

"Then go get her! Go get your mom, Danny! Stop wasting time with me if this isn't what you want!"

"Jenn..."

"Don't Jenn me, Danny. If you want her, then I'm in full support, now hurry up and find whatever street corner she's on and if she turns you down, then come get me... I'm pretty sure I can talk some sense into her... it only didn't work once," she looked away.

"Now?"

"Yes now! Why wait, ain't you waited long enough‽ I'll always be here... even if you just want a quickie or a side chick," she smiled.

"Jenn... mom," he smiled.

"As your mom, I order you to go get your mother and tell her how much you love her. Hurry up... I'm kicking you out of my house."

"What‽"

"That's right," she climbed out of bed, "get your shit and don't come back until you made her your girlfriend."

Danny stood and pulled her into a hug, "you're the best, mom."

Danny got dressed thinking this was all crazy and he was honestly all for it. He headed downstairs towards the door and was stopped by Jennifer.

"Jenn?"

She stood there with a loving smile and big perky breast, pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss.

"For good luck," she opened the door and gave his butt a smack as he left.

Danny headed for the expressway thinking of what he was going to say to her, if she really wanted to see him. He knew he had to make things right with her, he shouldn't have done her how the rest had, she deserves a chance after everything, he hates that he made her cry, that he threw away what they were developing.

Danny pulled up the bar and calmed himself before walking inside and looking around, "hey Kev... Mandy around?"

"Nope... was here earlier, then left. Might be at work," he replied, not even looking up from his task.

"Why you looking for that old bitch, I got the pussy that'll get you right."

"It's not like that, and I'm good," he left.

He drove down to Trixie's, walked inside and saw Rebecca just finishing on stage with what looked like a belly dancers outfit being picked up off the stage. He found a seat at a table and waited. He saw her and two more women walk the floor in nothing but a thong, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, it had been so long.

"Excuse me, miss."

"Yeah," said the stripper delivering drinks.

"I wanna buy Mandy her favorite drink and keep the change for yourself," he handed her a twenty.

"Sure thing," she leaned her butt towards him.

"Oh... okay, then," he tucked it in her thong.

Danny hoped she would make her way towards him, but she was working the other side. He saw that woman walk back towards the bar for a moment, tuck the change in her thong.

"Hey Mandy girl... this a drink for you."

"Huh? Me," she turned.

"Yeeah, there's a guy over thur that bought it for ya," she pointed towards Danny.

"Ain't that nice."

"Uh-huh, I got to keep tha change. He probably likes ya, go say hi."

"He'll have to wait."

"You worth it, ma," she walked off.

Danny watched her entertain several guys, talk and flirt with them while drinking her drink. The three were doing their sections, but started moving to who got their attention. The guy next to him, sitting at another table waved for Mandy, Danny watched her walk over.

"Hey, how ya doin?"

"Not you, the black chick."

"Oh I'm sorry. Nadia! Guy right here," she pointed and started to walk away.

Danny tapped her thigh with two five dollar bills, "don't leave yet, how'd you like that drink?"

She turned and jutted her hip for the money he tucked in her thong.

"Good... it is my favorite and it was nice of you to let her keep the change."

That man and Nadia walked off, she took his seat, "so what brings you- D-Danny what are you doing here‽"

"Calm down, Mandy... before you spook the bouncers or something. I just wanted to talk to you."

"Well I can't talk right now and I'm pretty sure you said all you had to say before."

He handed her another five, "if I keep paying you, you gotta stay, right?"

"Uhh... no, we have to work the floor, Danny."

"Is there any way we can talk in private, take a break or something?"

"Customers aren't allowed where we take breaks."

"How about a private lap dance? What's that cost?"

"I don't want your money, Danny. I don't know what your game is, but maybe you should leave."

"It's not my money, it's family money, it's yours too. Please just a real quick conversation? Please... mom?"

"Fine... just... follow me, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Private lap dance," she told the bouncer.

He followed to the booths so he could hear anything crazy going on. She sat Danny down in the chair and closed the curtain, and turned on the red LED strip. She only rocked her body to look like she was working.

"Well... talk," she glared.

"Was that a belly dancing outfit I saw you picking up off the stage?"

"It was... so I took your advice. Is that all you wanted to talk about, because times ticking."

"I thought about this the whole ride...are you mad at me?"

"I am mad, but I'm hurt, you really hurt me. I mean... I understand what I did was wrong, but it doesn't hurt any less. Why'd you call me mom?"

"Because you're my mom. I made a mistake... I shouldn't have turned my back on you, I mean... that's not what family should do. I'm sorry Rebecca."

"What are you saying, what do you want?"

"I'm saying that I want you. I can't explain it all right now."

"You want me," she turned and sat in his lap, "are you saying that..."

"If you still love me, I love you."

"You're my son, I always loved you."

"In love, mom, are you in love with me? Is there anyway I can fix that broken heart?"

That butt he'd been dreaming off is now back on his lap, he had to fight his arousal.

"Maybe you can," she worked her hips.

"I even met some of our family, there's so much I wanna say to you, I've been thinking about you."

"Times up," she stood and gave him a look he couldn't read.

Danny sighed and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, went to stick it in her thong, she grabbed his hand, pulled it towards her breast where he tucked it under.

"I'm tired of hurting, Danny. We can talk when I get off... so just go back to your motel."

"I don't have one, I just drove out here for you."

She sighed, "just sit down and give me a minute."

Danny found a table to sit at and enjoyed watching her walk away. Rebecca came back a few moments later.

"Here, go to my apartment and wait for me," she handed him her house key."

"Who said you weren't a good mother," he smiled.

"Yeah, watch it, smart ass," she walked off.

Danny hung around long enough to see her take the stage again, then left. Danny went back to the bar and had a drink.

"You were that guy," Kev stated.

"That guy?"

"Yeah, the one that was here a while back, that Mandy was sweet on."

"Ah yeah, that was me."

"Didja find her?"

"I did."

"I duuno what ya did, but it messed her up."

"I realized that."

"She's not all that bad. She tries to play mother hen tuh dees ungrateful bitches."

"She does, huh?"

"I didn't think she could get lower until you."

"I kinda didn't think you cared beyond whatever you all got going on, partnership wise."

"I care enough. Mandy's a special one... I don't think she should be livin' like this. But life sucks like that."

"Yeah I suppose it can."

"What would you know, driving an Audi?"

"I own an old Audi," he retorted.

Kev nodded.

Danny had another drink and two beers before leaving and going to her place. Once he got there he saw the state it was in; not very clean. He hooked up his phone to the stereo and went to cleaning things up, trying to figure out what went where. Then he stared at the kitchen, decided his first attack would be from the Scrubbing Bubbles in the bathroom. After attacking the dishes and stove he heard quick knocks on the front door.

Danny opened the door, "hey, mo- who are you?"

"Mandy here, I'm trying to get in that," the guy asked.

He looked him up and down.

"What‽ Ain't that what you doin'? We could run a train if you want, either way, I'm trying to smash. Should I just wait, or...?"

"Fuck off," he shut the door.

Danny knew she would be getting off soon and hoped she wasn't going to hook up with anybody after. The kitchen defeated, he sat down, found a pack of cigarettes with two left and smoked one. He messed in his phone a while and decided to run out and get something to eat and kill some time, the anticipation of what was going to happen ate at him, there would be nothing he could do if she turned him down, he could go back to Jennifer, but his heart wouldn't be in it. After picking up the food, he left the door unlocked with her Louisville Slugger at the ready. Eventually Rebecca came home looking tired.

She shut and locked the door, took a glance around, "cleaned the place up and got food," she dropped her backpack, sat on the couch, kicked her shoes off.

"The place was a mess and I figured you'd be hungry."

"You're really trying to suck up to me, huh?"

"I just want mommy to be proud of her special little boy."

"Mommy should get her belt and put you over her knee," she narrowed her eyes.

"Only if you kiss it and make it better. But seriously... I really miss you, I shouldn't have flipped out like I did."

"I get it, I was gone for practically your whole life, you should be mad, especially for why."

"I'm not mad any more, mom. This is a chance for us to get to know each other and have a relationship; like we should have and like we wanted- if you still want that."

"You broke my heart."

"And I want to fix it, I do, please, let me, I know I fucked up, I should've-"

"You didn't fuck up, I mean... you had every right to feel like you did, it was bullshit why I left you... I didn't know you were my son, I never saw a single picture, I was falling in love with you and I didn't realize why until after it was all done."

"Because our family is riddled with incest and having directly related parents makes the trait stronger," he explained.

"How did you know that?"

"I told you... I've met some of our family, we went to the restaurant. Are you still in love with me, could you fall in love with me all over again?"

"Danny, I really-"

"Because I know I'm still in love with you. I know you're a good person that's well paid your debt for the choices you made. Once the initial shock was gone, I tried to date Jenn, I wanted to forget you, but I couldn't. It got worse and worse... especially when I met Victoria."

"My twin?"

"She's your sister‽"

"No, not my sister. It's hard to explain, but certain cross relations happen and you get twins."

"Seems a lot of it is hard to explain. Do you know why we're like this?"

"Hmmm. Our family dates back to Europe, where the richest families wanted to keep the bloodline pure... and never stopped."

"The foods gonna get cold."

"That's my line," she went in the bag.

"You mentioned something about dads family last time, what was that?"

"When he found out about our family, he took it all in stride, enough I thought it was odd. He told me that his great grandparents were brother and sister. He didn't know too much about it, just saying it was probably because they lived out in the country and it was convenient most of the time."

"I wanna start over, or pick up where we stopped, or whatever. I'm sorry I broke your heart, I'm not going to leave you again, I swear. I don't give a fuck about what you did, you're here and we have a second chance."

"Oh Danny."

"I think what we were trying to describe back then, is that we're soul mates, yeah?"

"Yeah... that's exactly what I feel, that's why it hurts so much."

"Mom it hurts me too, I don't think I'll be happy without you."

"You're still willing to drive out here to see me?"

"I was thinking... take you with me. Leave this hell hole."

"Back in the home me and Henry built... umm."

"That's Jenn's house, I have my own."

"Jennifer?"

"Yeah. She said 'hi', by the way."

"You'd do that for me?"

"If you could redo everything, wouldn't you? I can't have my mom being the fancy stripper harlot for all these people."

She couldn't help but tear up, "fine, fine, but I'm still going to be a fancy stripper harlot, your fancy stripper harlot."

"So are we..."

"The closest thing to husband and wife, we'll ever get to, yes, I love you too much to ruin this."

They shared a passionate kiss and both of them blushed.

"I'll figure out a position for you at my job... we'll probably need to get you a car."

"I have a car. I just don't have the money for insurance, or tags, tires... other repairs... gas."

"What car?"

"That old Volvo 240 in the parking lot. I managed to buy that, drive it here, it broke down as soon as it hit the parking lot."

"We'll take care of that. I'm going to talk to the family, too."

"They don't want anything to do with me."

"Maybe not now, but once they see how in love we are and that you've changed, I'm sure things'll change. Besides... I hear there's a family reunion coming up and the looks with us hand in hand will be funny. If they love me, they'll hafta love you... I mean... even with you gone, I still ended up your spitting image."

"So we're really doing this, yeah? No bullshit, no more secrets, no more doubts?"

"No more running away, no more holding back, no more pain?"

"I'm not running anywhere," she smiled.

"I don't want you hurt again. I love you, mom."

"I love you... son."

They leaned in and kissed gentle kisses. The conversation continued as they ate, talking about what happened during their time apart among other things, getting comfortable with each other again, until they fell asleep on the love seat, leaning on each other.

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.

"Fuck," they both cried out, climaxing at the same time.

Danny moved his arms to her lower back, once they caught their breath, they shared lustful kissing. He stretched his legs out and she climbed off.

"I think that's the fountain of youth for me."

All he could do is smile, but was caught off guard when she cleaned his satisfied cock with her mouth, that was so sensitive he almost fell off the bed.

"Careful," she giggled.

With the car loaded, they set off, both singing to his music. Rebecca was surprised at how things had changed since she last lived there, reminiscing on things that she did when they passed certain spots and areas. The first thing he did was open up her an account with his credit union, then to the house where they lugged her bags to the bedroom.

"Wait... what about your lease," he asked with worry.

"I'll get out of it, don't worry. So where can I put my stuff?"

"There's a closet behind that door, make room if you need to. Are you sure your landlord'll let you out of your lease?"

"Trust me... I'll get out of it."

Rebecca opened the large walk-in to see one wall with hung clothes, a shelf lined one side with folded clothes and a scant few pairs of shoes on their side, a bench, iron and ironing board, a dresser on the back wall with a tall mirror next to it.

"Make room if you need to," he called out.

"I love this closet! Barely looks like you have any clothes!"

"It's called being organized- strange concept, I know."

"Yeah, yeah," she grabbed a bag, gave him a quick kiss.

He gave her a tour of his house.

"Your pictures and stuff, you can put it where you want."

"Thanks honey."

"Welcome home, mom," he gave her a loving kiss.

"I'm going to cook you something nice tonight, yeah? I finally get to cook for my son, I'm so excited."

Danny couldn't help but smile at how happy she was, no longer alone, they were together and he was happy too.

"There anything you want to do, mom?"

"Hmm," she thought when her stomach growled.

"Somebody's hungry," he held her stomach, then his growled.

"I'll say," she patted his.

They went to a coffee shop, Danny was a bit nervous showing any affection towards her, given how last time went down- despite how funny it was, well, before they knew the truth. They sat at a table with their coffee and a small order of doughnuts. Rebecca saw how uneasy he felt, reached out to touch his hand.

"It's not easy, is it? I often wondered how the rest of them did anything in public. I wasn't prepared for this either... I wish more people were okay with people like us."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Not really- no actually. When I was a kid, we would just hold hands, would make out with each other when we got older, but dating isn't something I did."

"Did you have a crush on anybody?"

"Lou... oh a bunch of us girls had a crush on him, he was so cute. He ended up with Julie of all girls."

"Is that a hint of jealousy," he teased.

"I mean... a little? It was a long time ago and I got mine," she squeezed his hand.

"Is that you, cutie cuz," somebody caught their attention.

They both looked up at the young lady standing there smiling.

"Tiffany, yeah? How goes it?"

"I was hoping we could have a coffee date, but I see you're into old ladies," she smirked.

"Maybe he likes women with experience," Rebecca leered.

"I mean... if that's what ya wanna call it. When her hip goes out, why don'cha come find me, yeah?"

"Tiffany... this is my mom," he looked unamused.

"Oh," she brightened up, "that's different then," she took an empty seat and scooted closer to him.

"You're bold one," Rebecca looked intrigued at the copper haired young woman.

"Your son's pretty cute and I like him."

"I know... I like him too. You wanna date him, I suppose?"

"I'd like to."

"Do you know if he's seeing anybody?"

"I... don't know."

"Right."

"Mom..."

"Honey, relax. Now Tiffany, you're interested, I get, yeah? But you seem to be missing out on things."

"Like what?"

"Have you talked to my son to see if he was single, and didn't you just call him your cousin, I mean... doesn't that make you two related," she whispered.

After giving it some thought, Tiffany realized her mistake, or so she thought, grew embarrassed.

"You're just a little too loud about it, yeah?"

"I guess you're right."

Rebecca winked at Danny.

"You remind me of my cousin Brittany, oh she was so brazen, wouldn't happen to be her daughter, would you?"

Tiffany was stunned, "umm... yeah, I am. How... wait..."

"Yeah? Did you miss how I'm his mom, his actual mom."

Danny laughed at the look on Tiffany's face, "the look on your face is too cute, Tiff."

"Does that mean you're... you're Rebecca‽"

"Pleasure to finally meet another part of the family."

"I heard about you once or twice," Tiffany calmed down and sipped her coffee.

"All bad, I bet."

"Yeah. Nobody likes talking about you, you're a shame on this family."

"I know, I regret everything I did."

"Tiff, she's different now and she just wants another chance," Danny explained.

"Please Tiff, I know I fucked up, but he's giving me a chance, I wish the rest of you would, too."

Danny grabbed Rebecca's hand and kissed it.

"I guess I'll need to get to know you better to get close to Danny here," she leaned on him.

"About that, dear," Rebecca lifted their hands.

"You two are dating?"

"Not so loud," both said.

"Sorry," she lowered her voice.

"Yeah, we are. I mean, we just got reunited a week or so ago and I can't imagine not being with her."

"That's actually kinda romantic. I guess I don't have a chance," Tiffany sighed.

"Maybe Danny might be up for a playdate, if you're a good girl. I don't mind... we're family, right?"

"We are."

"Mom, I know you would not like to share," he looked at her.

"Families family, honey, as long as it's consenting and mutual."

"You ain't gotta if you don't wanna," Tiffany added.

"She is pretty cute... I mean... one day I'll be old, feeble, ugly and you'll need a replacement," she spoke in a matter of fact tone, "of course, you'll need to fill my shoes, so to speak," she bounced her breast in her hands.

Tiffany stuck her tongue out.

"You should know by now A's only matter on report cards," she teased.

"They're not A's!"

"She is cute when she's upset," she laughed.

The three kept talking and getting to know each other, having another round of coffee and doughnuts. Tiffany was the first other member she had talked to in years, her and Danny both enjoyed talking to her. As they got ready to leave, they realized it had started raining.

"Shit," Tiffany groaned.

"What," he asked.

"It's raining. I wasn't expecting that. Can I get a ride home?"

"Sure."

The three loaded in the car and took her home, she thanked him with a hug and rushed to her front door.

"She seemed nice," Rebecca stated.

"Maybe it's a start of your redemption, conversation might work better than bribing them with me and my dick."

"I can't be a hooker anymore, so the next step is clearly being a madam," she retorted.

"Or... you could be my personal hooker, I keep you at home barefoot, naked and not pregnant? I could use you for those business meetings and stuff, good thing you kept your stripper stuff."

"You'd do that to your dear old mother," she gasped.

"When you live under my roof, it's my rules, or however you parents say it."

She huffed, puffed and threw a fake tantrum and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Keep that up and no Murder She Wrote, tonight."

"Hold on... I am not that old!"

He laughed again and pulled off.

"No Friends, then."

"What‽ Danny, no," she gasped, "don't even play like that!"

"Rules are rules."

"Fine... then no more titties."

"But mom!"

"Nope."

"Awww!"

"Awww," she mocked, "this is fun."

"It is. I'm happy you're in my life."

"I'm happy you want me in it. I don't know how well, or how much mom stuff I can do, but I'll try my best."

"Don't worry too much about it, we'll make it work, yeah?"

"Yeah, we will."

"I didn't have much planned today and it's still kinda early-ish. Your car won't be ready until tomorrow."

"You could show me your business? I'd like to know what I could be getting into."

"That's a good idea," he took a turn, "I don't want you doing menial labor or nothing, how do I look having my mom a janitor‽ I want you to be able to put your degree to use."

"I wouldn't mind earning my promotions... boss man," she rubbed his crotch.

"Miss Fullard, I need to discuss a bonus with you in my office," he smiled.

"Right away, sir, what kind of boner- errr bonus are we talking?"

"A hefty one."

They laughed at each other.

"That's if you want to work with me. If you wanna try to do your own thing, mom, you have my full support... I'll get whatever you need. Just like how dad did for Jenn."

Eventually they pulled in the parking lot of the fairly sized building.

"I've been wondering since I met you and our other family, if any ever worked here when you and dad were running it."

"Nope, not a one."

"Things have changed since you were here," he held the door open.

They walked around, it was almost foreign territory to her, there was some familiarity. So many new faces, things changed.

"At least the bathrooms were where we left them."

A few people recognized her and couldn't believe she was back, people she personally hired. Some were happy to see her. Danny listened to them talk about back in the day and a few points of history of things since she left. Some expressed their condolences despite her being gone, some thought she had came back because of Henry's death. So many memories came back to her and it was bittersweet. The last stop was his office; she was almost surprised to see many of her ex-husbands things and thought that it wasn't that long ago. Rebecca slowly looked over everything, accepting that there was no pictures of her.

"I didn't change too much. There's actually going to be a wall inserted display put in soon in memory that some of this will be in."

"I should've never left you two," her voice choked, she sat on his desk to catch herself.

Danny pulled her in a hug, rested her head on his shoulder, while she fought back tears.

"At least Jenny stepped up, I guess. I don't have the right to mourn Henry after what I did," she started to cry.

"Yes you do, mom... you have every reason to," he kissed her forehead.

"Danny, I need to give these to you," a manager walked in, "what's Rebecca crying about?"

Danny could almost hear the venom, "she's processing that my dads gone, Francine. Looking over all this stuff still here."

Francine had an annoyed look.

"Fran... you can't possibly make her feel any worse about it, what she did has been eating at her for nearly two decades, she's wanted to come back for so long."

Francine scoffed.

"Please Fran, don't be like that, she doesn't need that anymore."

"I thought we were some kinda friends- I was even at the baby shower. Then you just leave and for stupid reasons," Francine slammed the paperwork on his desk, "I know I'm not Jenny, but I thought we were friends, what the fuck‽ Henry had to make up some excuse for you, you couldn't even show up in person and face the people who partially relied on you and gave a shit! I was one of the first people to even help get this company off the fucking ground. You leave everything for some bullshit, while the rest of us kept sacrificing and poor Henry had to do your job on top of his until Jenny sacrificed what she was doing to help!"

"I'm sorry," she cried.

Francine's fist shook, "I was so pissed when I found out! Now you're just back like everything's okay‽ I could... I wanted to..."

"It's not okay, I'm not okay."

Francine growled and before Danny could stop her, she snatched Rebecca in a tight hug. Rebecca was stunned a moment, before hugging her back and clenching her shirt.

"You dumb bitch, I missed you," she said with a sigh.

"You were my friend, Fran," Rebecca whispered.

"I want her to come back and work with me here. We just started to get to know each other and I want her to have a better life than what she lived."

"If you come back, then welcome back. I needed to get that off my chest."

"I deserve it."

"Your son's a great boss just like Henry. I gotta get back to work," she let go.

Rebecca wiped her face and watched her leave.

"Lock that door and come here," Danny said as he went over the paperwork.

Rebecca did as she was told, "I don't think I'm in the mood for sex."

Danny pulled her into his lap and kissed her lips, "I'm here, I might as well do a little work. Comfy?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he signed in his computer, "just think about working here again, it's your call."

When they started up, Rebecca used to want to sit in Henry's lap while he worked and never knew why- it was just a pointless thing she wanted to do for the hell of it. Something she had forgot about, even if their offices were next to each other, and that's when she realized she didn't see her old office.

"Mom, you've kinda been quiet since we left. Are you okay?"

"It was just seeing his office. Sure you told me about it already, seeing that place, it's like I haven't really grieved- I have, just maybe not enough."

"Gotcha. If I can do anything, just lemme know."

"Do you know what happened to my office?"

"Your office? Where was it?"

"Next to his."

"Hnnn... I don't remember ever seeing a room next to that office."

"It was there, you could ask anybody."

"I'll look into it."

They arrived back home, Rebecca felt drained of sorts, she thought maybe it was best that he didn't have their old house, to see the home she left, probably wasn't a good idea, suddenly arms were tight around her from behind. She held the hands that held her.

"It's okay mom... we're starting over, yeah? I miss him too."

"Sometimes you're just like your dad, I'm starting to notice."

"I guess," he gave a small chuckle, "how about I run us a shower and we can just spend the rest of the day here? Might even find Pretty Woman on some streaming service."

"That does sound nice."

"Or a bath and we can soak."

"That sounds better."

"Fine. I'll get it ready and you get comfortable," he moved her hair and kissed her cheek.

Danny went to fill his large tub with warm water, just enough for a bit of steam, sitting on his phone while it filled and added two bath bombs that would make it like they were bathing in seltzer water.

"Danny?"

"Yeah," he looked up at his topless mom.

"Can we add some of this?"

He inspected the bottle of lavender and honey, "sure we can."

His phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Okay, I'll let you deal with that," she stepped out.

"How goes it, baby?"

"Good... mostly."

"Mostly?"

"We just got back from work and when she saw dads office..."

"Hard time for her, huh?"

"Yeah it was."

"I see."

"Jenn, do you know what happened to her office?"

"Becca's office? It's still there."

"Really‽ How?"

"Trust me. Is she really taking it all bad? I talked to Fran and she said she went off on her."

"That Happened. About her office?"

"Don't worry about that right now, look I gotta go, love you baby," she hung up.

Danny stared at his phone and went to undress, finding Rebecca just sitting on the bed staring at her phone.

"Ready?"

"Sure, sugah," she gave a weak smile.

He took her hand and lead her to the bathroom, the purple tinged water foamed and tempted her to get in, Danny helped her the tub as they sat near each other, Rebecca felt fizzing near her vagina and got caught off guard, looked at him with surprise as he chortled.

"Relax... their fizzy bath bombs. Why don't find some music to play on my phone," he handed it to her.

Rebecca found a lo fi hip-hop playlist and sunk low in the tub, moaned, tilted her head back. The effervescence touched every part of her skin and the tingling made her feel so much better. Not a sound heard but the music, Danny was messing around in his phone, watched her from his peripheral as she sat with her eyes closed, with his phone sat down, he reached under and started to rub her thigh, messaging it rather firmly, slowly to her calf, Rebecca moved some with a heavy sigh, gave her legs to him. Danny worked on her firm calf, enjoying feeling her muscles, started on her other leg, her pleasure was turning him on. Saved her feet for last, never really paying attention, found them small and cute, the sounds she made, made him thought she was going to have an orgasm. There was a gasp when he kissed the pads of her feet.

"Never noticed how beautiful your feet were," he kept kissing.

Rebecca only responded with moaning. What he didn't know was her feet were sensitive enough that he was making her horny, when she couldn't take it anymore, slowly she pulled her feet away and went to climb in his lap, found he was pretty stiff under water, she simply moved it between her legs as she sat in his lap and leaned against him. His hands rubbed her hips and waist, squeezing her muffin top and her stomach, Rebecca slowly guided his hands to her breast, he gave them a good squeeze, mashing them in her chest, cupped them and enjoyed how hefty they were.

While he was having fun with those; Rebecca pressed the shaft of his cock to her lower lips and rubbed the head on her just as stiff clit extended out of the hood. She couldn't help but move her hips, grinding her clit on the head of his cock, felt kisses on her shoulder and the way massaged and played with her breast was really getting her going. She took her free hand to slowly rub her clit, the other kept his shaft close, rubbing while she ground her hips.

"Mom," he whispered.

"Shhh."

Danny's breath was long and heavy, feeling her fingers rub his shaft while her lips rubbed the other side, it was such a tease for him. Rebecca wrapped her hand around his cock and started stroking him slow.

"Let me," he slowly slipped his hand under hers to rub her clit.

He gave her nipple one last tug and interlaced his fingers with her freed hand, she held their hands to her chest, between her breast. Rebecca worked his length slow with a twist, his fingers rubbed het slow with moderate pressure. He couldn't help but throb every time her hands went past his circumcision scare to the tip where the most touch was felt, that wonder button of hers seemed to move twice to his one, breath a little faster than his, chest rising and falling with and against his. Danny thought that this moment wasn't exactly about sex, but the release she needed, wanting to share it with him- the way she must have learned to cope with certain things and he would be right. She was in no hurry, she had no intentions of actually having sex, wanting more to lighten her head, than seek true gratification, it was only deep intimacy she had sought out. Soon enough their movements and breathing seemed to match, they seemed to press into each other, his chin pressed in the space between her neck and shoulder, their breath grew quick and shallow, both jerked and grunted as they climaxed together. Rebecca turned, slipped her arms under his to hold him and lay there on his chest.

Nothing but the music, they could barely hear each other breath, the water had gone cold, still and clear, she finally looked up at him with grateful eyes, not able to find the words, Danny simply kissed her on her forehead and they took their time getting out. Danny wrapped a towel around her from behind, just so he could hold her again and tie it around her waist. He tied one around himself and led her out to the bedroom, until they heard a noise, looked at each other and crept to the living room.

"There you two are," Jennifer glanced up with a smile.

"J-Jenny," Rebecca gasped confused.

"Becca," she sang while she rushed over to hug her.

Rebecca and Danny were both stunned.

"I see the gurls aren't looking too bad," she gave her a look, "c'mon, I got something for you- you too baby!"

Danny followed her dragging Rebecca to the kitchen, "when did you get here?"

"About ten minutes ago. Looks like you two were cozy in the tub... or were you getting busy?"

"Not getting busy."

"Jenn... Jennifer? You don't... hate me," Rebecca blurted out.

"Hate you? Naw I don't hate my old best friend... sure I was upset for the longest. I got a lot out of you leaving- sure it was yours, but you didn't want it and they wanted me. After a while I missed you and just tried not to think about it all."

"Okay..."

"I got your favorite pizza, Danny. He told me you were upset over Henry, so I got you," she pulled something from a bag, "your favorite cheesecake!"

Again both of them were stunned.

"You still like these, don'cha," Jennifer looked a little worried.

"I love them, I'm just surprised you remember... and that... you're not strangling me."

"It's not bothering you that she's naked," Danny asked, trying to think of anything to add to the conversation.

"We were best friends, Danny... we've seen each other naked," Jennifer grabbed and jiggled one of Rebecca's breast.

Rebecca laughed nervously.

"Look, relax, I love the both of you, that's why I'm here. Danny's right and I would like... to be... friends again, if you wanna, Becca," it was her turn to be nervous.

"I could use a friend... thanks," she smiled weakly.

"Hug?"

"Sure... but first we need to talk about you stealing my man."

"You really haven't changed," she hugged her again.

"Thanks for raising my son. Danny's a real dream."

"What're friends for?"

Danny was mostly quiet while they chatted amongst themselves sharing the cheesecake. He was rather happy that Rebecca was happy and there was no real issues between her and Jennifer.

"At this point you might as well get naked with us," Danny suggested.

"Maybe another time and on the pretense that you and Vivian here aren't gonna end up fucking- being a third wheel is one thing..."

"Never know, I might need a fluffer," he retorted.

"No you don't, don't even lie."

"There's always camera girl," Rebecca smirked.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, she's perfect for that."

"I can't stand you two," she huffed.

They both laughed at each other.

"Not even an offer to join, holding a camera is still just me watching."

"Fine... you can have a copy of it," Danny offered.

"Your mothers have needs, I thought you could be up to the task... thought we had a good kid here," she tried to play their game.

"You're the one that raised him, yeah? Accept your part in it."

"What‽"

"If you want it, come and get it," Danny said.

"Now? But, but... now‽"

"You want it so bad, go get it, Jenny," she smirked.

"Where's that bold woman I know... other mom?"

'You two are fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Mmm... kinda. Getting you flustered has always been funny, Jenny."

She scoffed at the two of them, "I knew it!"

"I guess I could give a pass for you, if I was going to give a pass to our cousin."

"I'll be okay, I can still get laid."

"So you don't want it anymore," he asked.

"Oh I do, but if you two are really everything we almost were, I can deal with it. I told you; if you're happy, I'm happy. I know you like her more than me, anyway."

"I still think you're sexy and I wouldn't mind."

"Fine. Maybe I might want some soon, who knows. At least promise me you'll dick me down good on Mother's Day?"

"She raised you, sugah, it's the least you could do," Rebecca looked at him.

"Deal, Mother's Day sex; I'm fine with it."

"And my b-day?"

"Yeah... b-day, too, Jenn."

"Sweet," she cheered.

"Such a wonderful son," Rebecca smiled.

"Our wonderful son," she added.

"Aww... moms!"

"So how'd you like the movie," Rebecca asked once it was over.

"I mean... not something I would wanna watch, it's kinda ironic to us."

"Rich boy falls in love with hooker, sounds exactly like you two," Jennifer retorted.

"When you put it that way," he rolled his eyes.

"And I do," she sneered.

"Now the only person I'm hooking for is my Danny baby."

"That's good. I already know you're a good couple- that actually didn't sound as weird as I thought it would."

"You know how us Corneworths are."

"Yeah and the first three I meet, two of them offer to sleep with me," He added.

"Dorothy, and Chuck are the ones I know you met. Chuck is straight, so... Dorothy," she guffawed, "who was the other?"

"Brittany's daughter, Tiffany," Rebecca answered.

"So are ya gonna? Ya know Dorothy has bigger tits than Becca, I know you're tit guy," she teased.

"Yeah and Tiffany barely had any," Rebecca laughed.

"I think Dorothy might be too old for me and ah dunno about Tiff."

"You know we're going to be in our fifties too, in a few years, yeah?"

"Becca faster'n me," Jennifer said proudly.

"Hush."

"Yeah but are you gonna get as fat as she is?"

"No, not even," Rebecca replied.

"Not even close," Jennifer added, "wait... what about Vicky, I saw how you looked at her."

"She looks like my mom, I couldn't help it. She didn't seem interested in me like that."

"But you'd fuck her, wouldn't ya?"

"Well..."

"Oh come on, don't lie!"

"Tell us, it's not like we're gonna put you in time out," Rebecca laughed.

"You wanna fuck her," Jennifer gasped.

"Just say you wanna fuck mommies twin!"

"Okay! I did kinda have a fantasy about you and her, mom," he admitted.

"Me?"

"No, her. Sorry I just can't help but call her that."

"She's your mom," Jennifer shrugged.

"But you are, too."

"I kinda wanted you to call me by my name, anyway, so..."

"Mom, I'll still call you mom, I've called you that my whole life, I don't think I can stop cold turkey. If it worked out and we ended up married; I'd still be calling you mom."

"Then she'd hafta call you daddy," Rebecca smirked.

"I almost did that a few times," she blushed.

Rebecca cackled. "Just face it, sugah, your always gonna have two moms- mom one and mom two."

"I should be mom one! I raised him."

"But I gave birth to him," she looked smug.

"Both of you together are more like Thing One and Thing Two," he lit one of Rebecca's cigarettes.

"I guess that makes him the Cock in The twat," Rebecca smirked.

He just stared at them as they laughed, unamused.

"Oh you love us," Jennifer said.

"I do," he stood up, "I love you both."

Danny got up and gave them both a deep passionate kiss before gathering things to take to the kitchen.

"You got him smoking?"

"I guess? He doesn't do it that much- I don't even smoke that much."

"I forgot you started smoking."

"Yeah, I still smoke."

"You two must smoke a pack a day, huh?"

"No," she looked incredulous, "that pack is from days ago, I might smoke three, he smokes less and we usually share one or two."

"You're not gonna get him on drugs, are you?"

"Outside of drinking, I've been clean since he was six. Fuck no am I get our son hooked on drugs."

"I'm just worried."

"I know it's been a few years, but I'm better than that, I don't want nothing to do with that life. I hate what I became, I hate that I left yall. I didn't wanna be a stripper or a prostitute, but I didn't have a choice after it was all said and done... but I was good at it."

"I bet you were, over-achieving ass," she smirked.

"Busting my ass on dead end jobs," she sighed.

"And getting your ass busted on one of them."

Rebecca guffawed.

Jennifer pulled her in a hug, "I'm happy you're back, now get your shit together," she kissed her cheek.

"Mmm... two hotties making out," Danny walked back in.

"Pfft... you wish," Rebecca glared.

"Did I raise such a pervert, or is that your D.N.A.?"

"Typical guy fantasy; two girls fucking."

"Maybe on your birthday, baby."

"Not even, Jenny," she scoffed.

"For a stripper slash hooker, you really are kinda prude in some ways," Danny plopped down.

"I'm not a prude, I'm just straight. Let's see you get it on with a guy," Rebecca leered.

"Yeah, no."

"C'mon Danny... it's only fair! Don'cha wanna see more of this," Jennifer played with Rebecca's breast and seductively licked one of her nipples.

"It's not worth it," he denied.

"It's not," Jennifer straddled her lap.

"You sure," Rebecca pressed her cheek to Jennifer's, the corners of their mouths touched.

"I'm sure. Trust me... I mean, I wouldn't make you do anything I wouldn't."

"Looks like lil Danny'll take one for the team, for it," Jennifer held his stiff cock.

"No, he won't, that's lying."

Both started laughing,

"You two are just going to torture me all the time, huh," he groaned.

"Oh Daniel," Jennifer climbed in his lap and rested a hand on his face, "not all the time, just every opportunity."

"What have I got myself into? You ladies are too old to be acting like this."

"Just because we're growing old, doesn't mean we have to act it. We'll always be flirty little sorority girls at heart," Rebecca admitted.

"I think you should take care of that, we wouldn't wanna waste it."

"After today; I'm not in a sexy mood. You started it, you finish it, yeah?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think he's interested in me anymore- guess my womanly wiles aren't wile enough," she bounced Rebecca's breast in her hands.

"Jenn don't be like that, I still think you're sexy," Danny said.

"Yeah but knowing you, you probably just wanna be a one woman kinda guy."

"Well... I mean... you know I haven't been with many girls... I don't exactly wanna be sewing my oats everywhere, but I guess I am kinda curious about doing the family thing. I just don't want her to feel any kinda way and me just having fun without her."

"I get it."

"I'd like it to just be me and her exclusive one day, but I guess I wouldn't- how do I even put this?"

"Keep it in the family, no outsiders? Share each other here and there," Rebecca asked.

"Yeah, something like that," he nodded.

"I don't really mind you doing a little exploring as long as it's us at the end of the day. If you're really in the mood and I'm not, it's okay."

"You probably would have some you'd have your eye on, huh, if things end up different," Jennifer asked.

"Yeah and we understand each other, hell... I might need to do it out of business, you know how it can get."

"Fine, then," Jennifer sighed.

"Hey," Danny opened the towel, "you're not an outsider and we do kinda have a promise, yeah?"

"Are you sure?"

"You're family, Jenn, if she doesn't see a problem, then why not, if one of us needs it here and there?"

"Just don't go relying on him, you should move on and date when you're ready... but until then, family helps family, right?"

"Right."

"And nobody can take away you being his stepmom... and god mom. We've practically been sisters."

"I just don't wanna overstep is all," she unbuttoned her blouse and lowered her bra around her waist.

"We're both okay with it and that's all that matters," Rebecca smiled.

Jennifer got on her knees in front of Danny ready to suck.

"Wait, here," Rebecca handed her a pillow to sit on.

"Thanks."

Rebecca grabbed the remote to watch television, Jennifer started sucking after she got comfortable, Danny really had no complaints, he liked having sex with her, it's just his head wasn't right, now that Rebecca's in his life, he can enjoy her like he should've been. He liked the sight of her breast bouncing while she sucked and she did have the best lips for it- the one thing he wished his mom had, was full lips, Jennifer's felt like they could eat his when they kissed and they treated his cock so well. The way she sucked and slurped was just as heaven as his mom.

Danny grabbed his moms hand and mouthed "thank you", she returned a smile and wink. He brought his attention back to Jennifer, who hungrily sucked away, thinking how slutty his moms could be for him.

"There," she smiled, seeing him coated in her throat juices, "you'll love this."

Jennifer smashed his cock between her breast, taking his breast fetish to another level. He watched the head disappear and reappear within those massive mounds, her mouth hung open as she drooled on his tip, slowly keeping him lubed.

"That feels sooo good," he moaned.

"Knew you'd love it."

"If you keep this up, I'm gonna cum."

"Good," she smiled deviously.

"I thought... you...?"

"You'll just owe me one."

It wasn't too much longer before he went, bucked his hips, she received two ropes of cum on her face and breast.

"Been there," Rebecca smirked, "I'll get you a paper towel."

Jennifer stood as Rebecca did, she lifted her skirt and gave her ass a smack.

"Becca," she moaned.

Rebecca chortled at her. Jennifer licked what she could until she got a damp paper towel.

"Ain't he just cute," Rebecca cooed.

"Mm-hmm. I didn't know he had loads like that, though, did you?"

"Nope, it's always in me... where it belongs."

"Same, but a load like that kinda makes it worth the waste," she adjusted her clothes.

"I just might take one for the team, myself, one day."

With Jennifer gone, the two decided to go to bed, although she wasn't in the headspace for sex, watching him and Jennifer engage with each other almost had her fingers knuckle deep with the others on her clit like a video game quick time event. She kept thinking about it, despite not being foreign to such a thing, it felt different that time.

"Good night mom, I love you," he kissed her.

She pulled him in for another kiss, deep passionate, "g'night Danny."