Chapter 6: Step 4. 6 Month Left

Dan lay on the couch, thinking about what happened. His mother touched his cock and almost jerked him off. And he loved it. It was hard for him to believe how much his life changed.

But victory was still a long way off.

“I can’t believe I was jerking off this week every night till morning thinking only about Mom, using her panties and beach photo.” At the end of each powerful orgasm, he was eaten up with shame for what he had done. He masturbated to his own mother.

After each orgasm, he would lie on his bed, dried, fondly remembering the precious moments from his childhood spent with Mom - birthday celebrations, joyful years, and the warmth of family. However, despite these beautiful memories, the lust continued to resurface each time.

He walked out into the kitchen, where Nancy, dressed in a business suit, was getting ready to go out to work. “Good morning, Mom,” he walked over, wanting to kiss her goodbye to re-engage step 2, but she backed away.

“Sorry, honey, I’m in a hurry,” she said, avoiding eye contact and rushing out of the house.

“Same thing the whole week,” he thought with a sigh.

Dan went upstairs and peeked into Jack’s room. His older brother was lying on the bed, engrossed in a book. Dan knocked on the door, and a piece of magazine slightly slipped from inside the book.

“Is he reading that pregnancy article again?” He thought and said. “So ... You never found out how your friend got his mother into bed?”

Jack, making sure the magazine didn’t slip again, looked at him. “I don’t know what you are talking about. By the way, I think you’re doing pretty well with Mom without my help.”

“Yeah. I won’t argue with that,” Dan grinned.

“What is your secret? How do you manage to do that with Mom?” Jack closed the book.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Mom and I are just friends and we love each other like Mother and Son,” Dan replied slowly, closing the door and heading back to his room. “Prick.”

A few days later, Dan strolled home, contemplating his next steps. He felt stuck at step 3, unsure of how to make it happen.

Step 3: Make sweet loving kisses on the lips with your Mom the new norm.

Suddenly, a car honked behind him. Startled, he turned around to see his dad’s old Porsche. Frank, his father, looked out of the window and called out, “Get in, Dan. We need to talk. I’ll give you a ride home.”

Dan sighed and hopped in. They sat quietly for a while, the tension palpable. Finally, Frank broke the silence. He let out a sigh, sounding weary and hoarse, almost like someone battling an illness, and opened up. “Things have been tough lately, lots of changes.”

“Uh-huh,” Dan replied, unsure of where the conversation was heading.

“Listen, Dan. Jack won’t talk to me, so I’ll say it to you. You have to convince your mother to come back to me.”

“After what you did?”

Frank let out an unhappy snort. “Men cheat all over the place. Does that mean we have to throw away years of marriage?”

“I believe it does. You betrayed Mom.”

“So what? Look, I want to handle this peacefully, without causing too much drama. You’ll come back to me eventually. You need the money, Dan. Your Mom needs it. And I’m the one bringing in the big bucks.”

“Drop me off here.”

The Porsche pulled over to the curb; it wasn’t far from home anyway.

“Think about it, son. Your mom’s gonna come to me on her knees begging me to come back sooner or later anyway. Then I won’t be so kind anymore. Talk to her, be smart.”

“Whatever. Bye,” Dan stepped out and walked down the street toward the house. The sound of a car driving away lingered behind him. “What was he thinking? That I’ll do as he says? Fuck you.”

Dan entered the house, finding his mother busy in the kitchen. The aroma of dinner filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic beats of the music playing in the background. Nancy playfully moved to the tune, hips swaying engrossingly in tight seductive jeans.

“Hi, honey. Dinner’s almost ready,” she announced with a smile, her cooking utensils moving in harmony with the music.

“Sure, Mom,” he replied, quickly changing his clothes in the room before coming back to the kitchen.

Upon his return, Nancy confronted him, her breasts in a grey sweater in full view. “I saw you getting out of Dad’s car, Danny. What did you two talk about? What did he say?”

“Yeah, we didn’t talk about anything significant,” he kept staring at her breasts. “Just his usual rant about how we supposedly can’t manage without him. He thinks you’ll come crawling back, begging for money. But I told him off.”

“You did?” she exclaimed in surprise.

He nodded, and Nancy hugged him warmly, pressing his head right against her soft and warm breasts. “Oh, Danny. I knew you wouldn’t betray your sweet mom. Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure, Mom. Anything for you,” he swallowed nervously, feeling the blood come up to his groin. “You’re not mad at me anymore?”

“At you? I wasn’t mad at you,” she pulled his face away from her soft chest. “I was ... mad at myself.”

“But we didn’t do anything wrong,” Dan assured her.

“Yes, we did, Dan. We did a lot of wrong and bad things.”

“We just leaned on each other more after Dad left. Sure, we had a couple of drinks that one night, but that’s it. You did nothing wrong.”

“And I still feel bad.”

“You are overthinking it, Mom,” Dan hugged her, remembering the step 1 and 2. “We don’t need Father. I won’t let him manipulate us, and I won’t betray you, Mom. We’ll get through this together.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate yo-,” Dan pulled away and kissed her on the lips, not giving her a chance to talk, “Mmmm?” she mumbled.

He dug into the sweet Mother’s lips; Dan could taste the wine with the hint of something sweet she had eaten. He gently moved his tongue into her mouth, hoping for a shared moment, but she hesitated and didn’t reciprocate the tongue-to-tongue contact. Nancy broke off the kiss, still holding him in her arms. “Daniel!?”

“Yes, Mom?” he said as casually as possible.

She was ready to get mad and scold him once more for his indecent behavior toward his poor, lonely mother. But then she thought maybe he deserved that kiss after what had happened with Frank. Why not, if he wanted it so badly? After all, it was just a kiss. What harm can it do?

“Nothing. I need to finish making dinner, honey,” she said, releasing him and returning to her cooking with a small smile.

Nancy sat at the table, casually enjoying a glass of wine, wearing a purple seductive nightgown. She had a bunch of things on her mind - her divorce, debts, money matters, work stress, and, of course, Dan, her little Danny. Since Frank left a few months ago, her youngest son has been acting differently. Ever since that incident in the bathroom, he started trying to kiss her on the lips, pretending it was innocent. Over time, she got used to it and started seeing it as normal. After all, she thought, it was just a kiss. Yes, mothers and sons shouldn’t kiss like that, but why not?

The most important thing was not to do it in front of Jack.

It was silly to deny that she enjoyed being in Dan’s company. He was always there for her, offering help and making her feel better in any way he could. Those kisses were just her way of saying him thank you for being such a great son. Still, sometimes he would go quite far as if casually touching her ass between kisses or gently hugging her thighs. That was too much.

“What’s wrong with that boy?” she took a sip of wine, remembering how he took her beach photo to his room because, as he said, she was pretty there. “Is that something sons are supposed to do?”

The front door creaked open, and Dan stepped inside, returning home after a long day.

“Hi, Mom. Is Jack home?”

“No, dear. He’s likely at work right now.”