Chapter 7: “I Know, Dan”. 5 Months Left

In the weeks that followed, Nancy seemed distant and preoccupied, growing apart from Dan and increasingly spending more time with Jack.

One day, Dan entered Jack’s room while he was away, searching for the pregnancy magazine.

After a brief search, Dan finally held it in his hands. “He still keeps it in the same place where I found it last time. Moron.”

Flipping through the pages, he discovered the very page Jack had been fixated on. The pages were sticky, which he found quite unpleasant. “Gross,” he ran a quick glance over the text.

“The Best Days for Pregnancy. Women are most fertile at the time of ovulation (when an egg is released from your ovaries), which usually occurs 12 to 14 days before your next period begins. This is the time of the month when you’re most likely to get pregnant. Aim to have regular intercourse during the woman’s fertile window. Sperm can survive in the female reproductive tract for several days, so having intercourse leading up to ovulation can increase the chances of conception.”

For some reason, the thought that apparently visited his brother’s mind became interesting to him as well. A shiver ran through Dan’s body at the mere thought of it. “Me and Mom? Pregnant? I’m not sure how far this is going to go and if she’ll ever let me do it, but ... How do I know if Mom is ovulating? Or what if she’s already gone through menopause?” Dan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. If only Dan from the past could see him now.

A message from Blackmailer came through on his phone. “Tick-tock, Dan. Tick-tock. Time is ticking.”

“I know it without you, asshole,” Dan whispered, hiding his phone and magazine. And just in time.

“Dan,” he turned around, feeling a sense of déjà vu as Nancy appeared in the doorway. “What are you doing here? Again?”

“Nothing. Just dropping by.”

“Are you sure you’re not taking anything without asking?” she sighed. “Sometimes I wish that your weird actions were due to money challenges rather than something related to our relationship.”

He walked over to Nancy and hugged her tightly, feeling her soft boobs against his chest. “I’m sorry, Mom, for everything; for asking you to do ... these things.”

“It’s okay, honey. I’m not mad at you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just know how badly we need money,” he turned, savoring the scent of her hair.

“I appreciate your help. We’ve received enough money already, and I understand your intentions were good, Danny. So I forgive y-.”

Dan rushed and kissed her softly on the lips. Again. This time she tasted salty; he guided his tongue right into the depths of her sweet mommy’s mouth and for the first time her tongue instead of avoidance - responded to the gesture. Their mouths melded together, sharing saliva. He was sucking on her saliva, engulfing his tasty Mom, his hands down her thighs, barely touching her ass. He moved up left hand up, gently caressing the underside of Mom’s left breast, but right then, she paused and ended the kiss.

“Danny, wait ... Can I ask you? Would you like to join me tonight and watch TV? I wanted to talk about something important. About us.”

Slightly surprised and expecting a reprimand, Danny, licking off her saliva, said. “Yeah, sure, Mom.”

They were sitting on the couch, as usual, watching her show.

“I wanted to ask you something, honey. I remember you said you took my picture to your room.”

“Uh ... did I? Yeah, I guess I did.”

“And you said I looked pretty in it.”

“Well ... yeah?”

“I’m going to ask something important, Dan. Do you like me in terms of attractiveness?”

Dan, confused by this question, looked at his Mom, examining her dark braids, her ample pale bosom peeking out from the robe and bare seductive palm crossed legs.

“What are you talking about, Mom?”

“Do you like me as a woman, Danny?” she said seriously.

“No, of course, I’m don’t, Mom.”

“Don’t think I’m some kind of fool. I’m not clueless. I can see what’s going on, and I can imagine what you might be doing with my photo.”

“I wasn’t doing anything. Ew, Mom. That’s gross.”

“I’m very serious, Dan. I’ve noticed that you might have feelings for me that aren’t appropriate, and it’s important we address this before it affects our family. I think it would be helpful for you to speak with a therapist.”

“A therapist? Mom, I thought we were just hanging out and watching TV!”

“Watching TV can wait, but taking care of your mental well-being can’t. I’m genuinely worried about you.”

“I’m not going to any therapist, Mom! I don’t have any of what you’re talking about. Close the subject.”

“I found my stolen lingerie in your drawer, Dan. When were you planning to give them back to me?”

He felt his face flush with shame. God, how he’d gotten himself into this situation in the first place. “What? I didn’t...”

“Don’t make excuses. Jack told me he noticed you stealing it. I couldn’t believe my ears, but then I found one of my panties yesterday while you were out. How could you do that, Danny? I’m suggesting a therapist for your benefit. It might not seem like a big deal now, but...”

“I don’t want to talk about this. Gosh. It’s just one big misunderstanding, Mom.”

“What do you want me to do? How can I help you understand that this is for the best? Tell me?”

He suddenly had a gleam of an idea. “What do I want you to do? You’ll do what I ask you and in return, I’ll agree to your ... Request.”

“Fine! What do you want? But please, no games, Danny.”

“No games. I’ll agree to see a therapist if we do the video; if you jerk me off on camera. Jack’s is not home and...”

Nancy grimaced in shock. “No! I can’t, Danny. Don’t make me...”

“I thought you were worried about my health. Just one video, our faces won’t be seen. That’s it. I’ll agree to anything you say. As long as it helps me.”

She folded her arms across her chest grudgingly, turning off the TV. Her hands lifted her pale breasts slightly. “Will you promise to seek help if I ... do ... this?”

“Yes, I promise, Mom.”

She sighed. “Okay ... Bring the camera.”

Dan could hardly believe what just heard. He ran off and came back, setting the camera in the right direction. “I’ll cut out the extra noise so we can talk,” he turned it on and took the seat next to her, she never moved, folding her legs and hands.