Chapter 1
When Danny was born, he was told his eyes were wide open. Of course he had no idea where he was, not that he could do anything about it, if he did know. His mother, Norma, was a very spiritual woman and she immediately consulted with her astrologer. Any baby born with his eyes open had to be special. Her astrologer was from India and after rolling his eyes, and muttering something to himself, he told her Danny would either be a great leader, or a saint. That sounded to her like something she read, concerning the life of Gautama Buddha, so she kicked the Hindu out and decided Danny would become a great lover. It was her decision, and she was hell bent on teaching the little tyke how to make a woman happy.
Norma was named after Bellini's opera
Norma
, because her mother loved the opera. At an early age Norma's voice showed promise, it was like the sweetness of a nightingale. She felt she was born to sing opera. They-she and her mother-thought it would be easy to become an operatic soprano. Just learn to speak Italian and eat a lot. Norma's mother invested a ton of money in singing lessons for Norma. And so Norma was sent to New York City to study. Along with hundreds of hopefuls who also wanted to become singers. She didn't figure on the girls coming from Europe-Italians, Bulgarians, Russians-all beautiful, busty and showing some promise. And the Japanese ladies had a special charm! There are no records kept to this day indicating how many of those lovelies ended up as porn stars. But as the Bible says, there are many who are called and the way is narrow
It was an auspicious day, when Norma was standing in line at the Radio City Music Hall. It was 5 AM. She was alone and Walter was standing in line behind her. Lines typically go around the block for the early show so Norma babbled about how she was studying voice, and how much she wanted to sing opera, while Walter listened politely, staring at her chest. In his mind he confirmed she looked like a Wagnerian soprano, although she wanted to sing Verdi's operas. She bobbed a bit, standing there, wiggling her behind for emphasis, and Walter was in love. When a guy says he's in love, it means his dick is hard.
They had a whirlwind courtship, as it's called. It meant Norma was pregnant and she had to get married fast or else the family name would take a beating. If she were royalty Norma could go to Paris until the baby was born. But Norma was not royalty, and so her mother made up stories about a premature birth, and the baby would be a go-getter and accomplish great things in life. In the Hindu tradition great beings take their time about a rebirth, and the fact that Danny was early didn't bode well in Norma's eyes.
Norma had married Walter when she was 18, and she immediately became pregnant. Walter wasn't the ideal husband because other than fucking her once a week, he hardly ever spoke to her. Her privates were always wet and throbbing and she masturbated 3 or 4 times a day. She wanted to save herself for Walter but he was out in the garage, absorbed in building model ships.
He was a craftsman, very meticulous, and had the eyesight you needed to thread the rigging on frigates. When she went out in the garage with a sandwich at noon, Walter would mumbled something that sounded like 'thank you' but he was always absorbed in his planking or rigging or sanding. He looked down at hobbyists who bought plastic kits. Luckily he had money from his parent's trust fund, so his garage looked like a machine shop, with drill presses, belt sanders, and instruments surgeons used for heart transplants.
She heard him talking to someone out in the garage. At first she thought it was the TV but he had no TV out there. Was it the radio? No, nothing to disrupt his concentration. Were they astral beings from the spirit world? Could be, but what do spirits know about ship models? As time went on, Walter scared her, and even his weekly fuck session was a drag. He was becoming creepy. One day Walter told her he was going out for cigarettes and never came back. That was years ago, but she never gave up hope. After all, Walter was good to her, and wasn't an abusive husband. The only problem was, he preferred building ship models to fucking.
Chapter 2
Danny was his mother's favorite. Her husband came in a distant second. Danny didn't have a square jaw, and wasn't muscular. He didn't look like a movie star, but he was tall, slim and wore clothes well and he wore size 12 shoes. She cooked special dishes for him, she gave him rubdowns, and she tickled his nuts. She loved to tickle his nuts because he got hard and he soon learned to tickle his own nuts. They played hide and seek and she let him hide under her skirts, between her legs, and he could smell her odor, sometimes sweet, sometimes musky. It depended on whether she wore panties, and most times she didn't. There is something about the smell of your mother's pussy that you never forget all through your life.
We first meet Danny when he was 22 years old. He'd been to a fancy prep school in Massachusetts, about 20 miles from Boston, and gave his share of blowjobs to good looking preppies like himself who were so disposed to that lifestyle. When his mother found out Danny was becoming gay, she reacted violently at the thought that Danny would spend precious time sucking some guy's dick, when she herself had planned on being the main thrust of the investment she made in his schooling.
Now living at home in Wellesley, an upscale town outside of Boston, Danny spent lots of time with his possessive mother. She took him shopping to shops on Newbury Street where lunch at the Ritz Carlton was a bore for Danny. The women who ate there were wealthy and much older than his mother. Norma was 41, and looked 31, her complexion was like porcelain and delicate. Her lips red, always moist, and she always wore silk blouses did much to display the thrust of her magnificent bubbies. Back from shopping, Norma was satisfied that she at last had the whole house to herself, she padded quickly to the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast, then stepped beneath it.
"Mmmm, that's nice! Oh yes-ahhhh!" Purring with almost kittenish relief under the cold sizzle that splashed across her body, the curvy housewife felt an icy tremor of pleasure course throughout her. She instinctively reached up and cupped her meaty tits, hefting them forward to meet the spray's sharp sting.
Norma had big, sensitive tits. Her nipples instantly popped erect, their pink textured swirls distending rigidly out from the large creamy globes of jutting flesh that shuddered in her overfilled palms. It was a delicious sensation. Her plump nipples twanged under the cascading water in a burst of response that shot right down into the already-steamy depths of her pussy. It had been such a long time since her bubbies had any attention at all that she couldn't resist a sudden, wicked temptation.
Still holding her tits outward to capture the full impact of the spray, she impulsively rolled her thumbs across the thick puffy swells of both nipples in an intimate, teasing caress.
"Ahhhh! Oh God!"
She gasped as a sweet pang rippled through the mammoth tits. Her nipples jolted even stiffer, expanding into inch-long spikes of pure sensitivity and aching for more. She flicked the two inflamed buds with increasing urgency, unable to suppress the sparks of hungry need that emanated from her cunt.
"Umm, oh yeah ...nice!"
Deftly catching each now-turgid nipple in a firm grasp, she pinched and squeezed them until they twanged. Every tweak sent fresh jolts all the way down into her pussy, melting it in a lather of musky cream that spilled down her inner thighs to mingle with the rivulets of chilly water that rolled over her.
