Chapter 11
Summer came and school was over for Rena and Val. The undercurrent of unseen tension in the Norris home had not increased, nor had it diminished appreciably. Certain changes were manifest, however, and these were most noticeable in Rena and her mother. Rena kept her thoughts to herself, but her disposition had become irritable more often than not. There was no one to whom she could turn and she was careful not to let Val know how disappointed she now was in their relationship. Yet she was afraid of him and too much dominated by him to refuse his sexual demands. He never seemed to mind, though, if she spent the night with Linda or one of her other girl friends and, although she was mildly curious about this, she never questioned it. She was too glad to escape from his overpowering presence. She was careful at first, not to do anything but spend the night with her friends, but gradually she came to see these nocturnal sojourns as a way to break free of Val's jealous scrutiny. She saw other boys and when she told them that her mother wouldn't allow boys over because she worked, they accepted her explanation. She hadn't formed any serious attachments, because she was still afraid. The summer, for her, meant something more important, however.
Rena had been invited to stay at the beach for most of the summer with Linda and her parents. She had had no trouble getting permission from her mother. Val had given her a lot of dirty looks and some argument, but finally had said he didn't care. He just warned her that he would expect everything to be the same when she returned in August. Relieved, Rena had packed her things, bought a new bathing suit and beach togs and prepared to go off with Linda for a summer away from the tensions of home.
Laura had no such luck. It was she who had been changed the most. She was feeling the nameless pressures of her home life and yet did not attribute it to Val and his possessiveness as much as she should have. The Burt Nevins incident was unmentioned, but its aftermath of distrust was still between them. Val was not as demanding of her as he had been at first and she had no idea that this was due to Rena more than anything. She didn't associate the fact that she and her son almost never had relations except when Rena was gone, primarily because this was the way she wanted it and the only time when she felt safe having sex with her son.
She often thought about what she had done and regretted it. She knew that she had seduced him in moments of extreme weakness. She also realized, finally, that she had awakened something in Val that was terrifying. He wasn't just a kid anymore. He was the man of the house and knew it. He stood firm in his position and this gave Laura a feeling of claustrophobia. This feeling was most often noticeable after work when she knew she had to come home to Val. She hadn't analyzed it in any psychological way because she didn't know of these things. She just knew that sometimes she would feel her throat constrict and would have to have a drink before she could go home. She would have trouble breathing and this would only disappear when she'd had a few drinks to relax her. She drank more frequently now than she ever had in her life. She didn't get drunk, but she drank every day. It was an insidious form of poisoning and would lead to alcoholism in a few years. But Laura was unaware of this, too. She still thought of her drinking as something casual, almost necessary. It relaxed her and she didn't have to face things inside herself that were best left alone.
Burt Nevins had been fired for drinking at the bindery so this helped clear her mind somewhat. She didn't know where he had gone and didn't care. It was a lessening of tension for her. She still liked Hank Belitsky and they had talked a few times. She found out that he was a widower and still in shock over his wife's death. She knew he didn't date other women and that he was a bowler and liked beer on weekends.
Summer meant something different to Laura. It meant a chance to straighten out things with Val, she hoped. With Rena going away to the beach, she saw it as a chance to come to a definite understanding about both of their futures. She just prayed that she would have the courage to lay it on the line, to try, as a mother, to direct Val's interests toward girls of his own age. He was a man in experience, if not in age, and yet she knew he had no girl friends. Indeed, this worried her a great deal yet she hadn't dared bring it up before. Once, when she had casually mentioned it, he had flown into a rage and said that he didn't want anyone except her and that had been that.
But this had given Laura that same claustrophobic feeling that she had after work. She had looked, briefly, inside his soul and what she had seen terrified her. She had never mentioned it again. But this summer, she must mention it. She must talk to Val very seriously about the implications of their continued sex together. Lord knows he made her happy and she had no other outlet, but therein lay the heart of the problem. She was sure that if she were allowed to date other men that she could fill that emptiness left by Red's desertion and the one to come when Val crept out from under her tormented wing. Yes, she was looking forward to Rena's leaving and thanked her lucky stars that Linda had given her this golden opportunity.
School got out on Wednesday and Rena was to leave for the beach the following Wednesday. On the Monday after school got out, Laura received the final papers on her divorce from Red's attorney. She had been expecting them, but they were a blow to her nonetheless. When she got home from work the thick letter had been waiting for her. Nervously, she opened it up and saw the final dissolution of her marriage to John Norris, her "Jack" and her "Red," written out in cold legal language. She was no longer married. She was a divorcee, one of those animals that all men talked about and knew about.
She felt like a castaway. It was Red who had gotten the divorce. She would probably never have had gumption enough to go through with something like that on her own. Seeing the papers, and the charges, she felt dirty and cheated. It was all so unfair. He had accused her of incompatibility. No mention of desertion. No mention of anything except community property and child support. Well, that was one thing she could be happy about. The extra money would help. Red hadn't sent a dime in all this time and she wondered if he would now, when a court had ordered it. She doubted it, but if not, she promised herself, she would see to it that the court was notified. She could do this much now that he had slapped her face for the last time.
The impact of the divorce took some time to sink in, but the effect on Laura was of mixed emotions and a deep feeling of depression. It hit her with full force on the day that Rena was to leave for the beach with Linda. Laura had said her good-byes to her daughter that morning and knew she wouldn't be seeing her the rest of the summer. She had made her promise to write and she had a phone number, but it wasn't the same. That day she was told they had a big shipment to prepare so she would have to work overtime. She called Val at 4 and told him she wouldn't be home until after 10 that evening. This was on her break and Rena hadn't arrived home from her last-minute shopping when she called. This, along with a terrible hangover, further depressed her, but she knew that more than ever now, she needed her job.
Val took his mother's message and grunted with satisfaction. That meant that he could have Rena one more time before she left for the summer. He and Rena both knew about the divorce and had seen their mother get plastered the night before. It was upsetting to all of them and Val was still peeved because his mother had been hung over that morning. He had come into her room after Rena had gone, but instead of love he had found his mother to be irritable and sick. Now, he knew, he would have Rena alone for at least part of the afternoon. Linda was picking her up around 6 that evening.
Val had second thoughts about his sister going away for the summer. He could envision her at the beach with Linda, both of them parading around in their brief bathing suits. He was sure they'd get whistled at, and if he knew girls and boys, they would have plenty of dates. The more he thought about it, the more insecure he became. He knew he would have no control over her once she was gone. Thinking about the possible things she would be doing, especially with other boys, he became very upset and somewhat angry.
By the time Rena came home, about a half hour after his mother had called, Val had decided what he was going to do so that Rena would at least remember her last day at home. Since he had been disappointed that morning by his mother, his appetite for sex was doubly whetted. By the time Rena came in, her arms loaded with packages from shopping, Val was eager to take his sister to bed. As soon as Linda's car drove away from dropping Rena off, Val let her know his intentions.
"Hurry up, Rena," he said. "I want you before you go."
"Now? Oh, Val, come on. Don't be like that. I've got tons of things to do before I leave tonight."
"That's why I said hurry. I want to give you something to remember me by."
"Aw, shit," said Rena.
Actually, she had purposely taken this time to do last-minute shopping because she didn't want to be alone with Val. She figured their mother would be home by 6 because it was her last afternoon at home, so she felt safe.
"We have time," Val insisted when she had deposited her bundles on her bed.
"Mom's coming home," she said. "Probably early today."
"Unh unh," Val smiled cruelly. "She won't be home till late. She just called." He was gloating to himself.
"Oh, Val, can't we skip it for now? Jeez."
"Don't be a bitch," he said. "I wanted it to be nice. Come on, let me get you hot."
Rena sighed and threw up her arms. She could see that it would do no good to argue with Val or to reason with him. As usual, he was going to get his own way. Sex was the last thing on her mind and she could have kicked herself for coming home this early. Now she was trapped and Val wanted her. She knew there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Except to make it short and sweet.
"Okay, Val, if you really have to be a prick, let's get it over with."
"Now Rena, that's no way. Be sweet. There's plenty of time and anyway, I thought you'd like it. It's going to be a long hot summer."
"Bullshit," said Rena. It wasn't going to be long enough, she thought.
Val started taking her bundles and packages off the bed and stacking them against her dresser. Rena clenched her fists and wanted to cry, she was so angry at him. Instead, she began taking off her shoes and stockings. Val watched her with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. He began taking his own clothes off, never losing sight of that marvelous box of hers encased in nylon. Rena was half aware of his scrutiny and deliberately teased him by taking her time. She knew that boys liked to look up girls' dresses at school and that's one reason why she liked the miniskirt. It was a fairly safe and tame way of teasing a boy and usually it gave her a thrill when she caught a guy looking at her thighs. But she was still upset at Val's wanting to have sex when she had so many other things on her mind. So she teased him for a different reason.
Val was stripped before she was. She was deliberately taking her own sweet time, even though she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. She didn't know that this was making Val even hornier than he had been before. If she had, she would've hurried her disrobing. She finished with her shoes and socks, then lazily unbuttoned her blouse. She shook it off and folded it as Val watched her. She could see his cock harden and begin to rise.
"Take your time," he said. "I'm enjoying it."
"I will," she pouted. She wriggled out of her miniskirt, folded it, and set it on the dresser. She wore no slip, so she had on only her panties and bra. She took the bra off next, turning her back to Val as she put it with her other clothes. But Val could see her young breasts in the mirror as she turned. Her slender waist flared out at her hips and her buttocks seemed to rise high. The panties were so tight that the crack that separated her cheeks was well defined. He wanted her very badly then.
Finally, Rena turned around and removed her panties. Val turned her bedspread and covers down and when she made no move to come to the bed, he walked over to her. He took her naked body in his arms and drew it close to him. His leaking cock left tracks on her belly. He tried to kiss her, but she moved her head. She was going to make it as hard for him as she could.
Instead of becoming angry with her, though, Val only became more excited. He kissed her on the cheek, then took one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it while he kissed her neck. His mouth went up and down her neck, then behind her ear. He felt her body shudder and knew that he had found an exotic area that she liked. He took his hand from her breast and moved it down to her nest. He rubbed her mons veneris up and down, and squeezed her labia with some tenderness. He continued kissing her behind her ear.
She wriggled all over and he put his finger in her cunt. It was dry at the entrance, but the deeper he went the wetter it got. He kissed her ear until she turned to him, mouth open. He put his mouth on hers and stuck his tongue inside as he began to finger-fuck her. He could feel her melt against him, her knees weakening. He bent her head back and his kissing became more fierce. His finger brought her clit to life and her outer lips began to moisten.
"Damn you, Val," she breathed when they broke for a moment.
"You want me to stop ? " he leered.
"No, damn you. Stop, and I'll kick you in the balls."
They both laughed and he twanged her clit with his finger. She shuddered against him then, as a tiny orgasm sent electronic waves through her body. "Fuck me, Val," she moaned at last.
He tumbled her on to the bed, his finger sliding out of her cunt. They both crawled onto it. In a second she had her hand around his cock and was jerking it up and down. Her body writhed from side to side. She had become instantly hot, it seemed to Val. She herself was surprised at how hot Val had gotten her when she hadn't intended to be that way. Her intention was just to lie on the bed and let him fuck her while she pretended she was a post. That would teach him. But his finger up inside her had touched off those fires in her and she now wanted him to put that hot cock of his in her more than anything.
"Careful," he told her when her hand took off up and down his prick in a flurry of speed. "You'll lose it all."
She jerked her hand away as though it touched a hot stove. Oh, no, she didn't want that. She didn't want him to lose his seed now. Not now. She spread her legs and opened her pussy lips with her fingers to show him that she wanted him to enter her. Pleased at this, Val mounted her and hit her with his shaft the first time. The sight of that flaming hole had made him burn to fuck her. It seemed to him that he wanted in that hole more than he ever had before. The way she held it open for him brought a wave of excitement to his flesh.
He sank his shaft deep in her and Rena exploded inside again. She had such a strong orgasm that she bit her lip and a spot of blood appeared where her tooth had broken the skin. Val could taste the saltiness when he kissed her. He felt her body quake as his cock filled her from lips to womb tip. It was warm and wet inside and he knew he would not have this good fucking for a long time-the whole summer. He fucked her slow for several moments then gathered momentum as he hurried to his own crushing orgasm. "I-I want you to remember this," he panted, jamming his cock all the way up into her.
Rena's hands raked up and down his back as she pulled him into her. She had her legs up high, bent double.
"I will, Val, I will," she moaned, gushing with orgasm. When she said that, he lost all control. He gave a few furious pumps and his seed burst from its vessel like shot.
"Damn," she said. "Thank you, Val. I-I loved it."
He kissed her and tumbled out, his organ limp once again. "Me, too," he said.
She patted his dying member and smiled weakly at him. Their bodies were soaked with sweat from their lovemaking. He patted her mound and got up, glad that it had turned out the way it had. He looked down on her, wanting to remember how she looked for as long as he could after she left. He sighed deeply and picked up his clothes. It was such a good fuck he was sorry to see her go.
Less than an hour later, Linda was outside, honking her horn. Val helped her carry out her things, then stood on the curb and waved good bye to her. He had a lump in his throat when he went back inside. He was lonely even before the car was out of sight. It was a long time to wait before his mother got home. A long time.
When Laura came home that night she was tipsy. It was almost midnight and Val had been pacing the floor like a caged animal. He was furious. He had even thought of calling all the bars and taverns, but he knew that he would be at it all night after seeing how many there were in the phone book.
Val heard her fumbling at the front door lock. She couldn't get it open. He ran to the door and opened it to see his mother standing there, with her keys in her hand, weaving like a punch-drunk fighter. His stomach turned sick. He reached out and pulled her into the house.
Her head shot up to see what had happened and she saw her son for the first time.
"Oh, hello, Val, thanks for opening the door." Her speech was slurred; her tongue thick.
"Mom, you're bombed," he said disgustedly.
"Thought you'd be asleep," she said, lurching across the room. She threw her purse on the couch and began removing her coat. Val had to help her take it off.
"No, I was waiting for you," he said. "All evening."
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, not meaning it in her alcoholic haze.
Val's anger was fast turning to pity. He could see that his mother was almost helpless. She had no muscular coordination; her eyes wouldn't focus.
"Okay, I'll help you to bed," he said.
"Why, that would be wonderful," she slurred.
Val helped steady her as they walked into her bedroom, flicking off the living room lights as he went. He sat her on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a one-piece dress that hugged her figure. She wore jeans and sweat shirt at work, but had a locker where she always changed from work to dress clothes. She tried to kick off her high heels, but she managed only one. Val stifled a laugh. Usually he didn't like her to drink, but he had the satisfaction of knowing they were home alone this night and it wasn't the same. He thought she looked cute and he knew she always seemed to enjoy love-making more if she'd had a couple of drinks. Lately she had been this way. Tonight, he thought, she'd had more than a couple and he didn't want to think about where she had been, which men she'd been talking to at the bar.
He knelt down and took off her other shoe.
She leaned back on her arms and managed to get him into focus. She smiled, her mouth slightly askew. Her hair was slightly disarrayed and gave her a much younger appearance.
"You're so very sweet, Val," she said, her voice a whiskey husk.
"Relax, and I'll get you ready for bed," he told her, giving her a conspiratorial wink.
"Swell," she said
He peeled off her stockings. Her legs were pretty and sexy. When he unfastened the tops of her hose from her panty girdle his hand went to her panties where he felt her plush mound. She winked at him. He was glad she wasn't wearing pantyhose which she sometimes did. They weren't nearly as exciting to him.
After he had taken off her stockings, he ran his hand up her leg again, between her thighs to her panties. He began to play with her pussy-lips underneath her panties. His mother giggled like a schoolgirl. Val's cock erected into a lumpy bulge in his trousers. Her dress was up around her thighs. She leaned back then, and fell on the bed, giving him a good view between her legs. He pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. His mother didn't stir.
He went to the bed lamp and turned it on, then turned off the overhead light. The room became close in the soft indirect light. Val went back to his mother's thighs and ran his hands up and down her legs. He wanted to fuck her like that, with her dress still on, her legs slightly spread. He explored her pussy with his fingers, opening the lips, putting his finger in, bringing the honey to life inside her.
He took off his clothes. His mother seemed to be asleep or almost. She still didn't stir. He gloated in the privacy they had together. His cock, freed, stood like a sentinel on his body, jutting upward like a war lance. His mother's hips were on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling down, relaxed. He walked up to her pussy and began rubbing his cock up and down her cleft.
Laura partially came to when he inserted his prick into her. He slid it in easily and she roused slightly. But she did not move from her position. He pumped her a few times, then, feeling a need for more affection, he withdrew. He pushed and pulled his mother farther up on the bed. He struggled with her to get her dress off. After a few puffing moments, he slipped it over her head. Then he undid her brassiere and flung it over the side of the bed. He kissed her back to life, then mounted her.
She was aware of him inside her. But he was not just Val. Her mind swam with images of other men. Red, Burt, Hank ... the ones she had flirted with that night at the two bars she had been to before coming home. But she knew it was her son making love to her. She knew, but she didn't want it to be him anymore. She felt so helpless. A strange feeling of disembodiment came over her. She felt that her body was far away and that many men were taking their pleasure upon it. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't budge. She wanted to cry out. She could feel the pleasure suffusing her body, but it was far away.
Val's breath was hot on her face. His intermittent kisses smothered her. She could feel her body move lethargically, disconnected from her brain. It was so unreal. She reached out to touch her son but the contact was not reassuring. She moaned as her body began to respond to his copulation. She felt her thighs and hips move of their own accord. It was good. It felt good. It felt wonderful. It felt strange. It was as though she were two people. One was half awake enjoying sex, the other was off in the clouds, almost asleep.
She remembered opening her eyes for one moment as her head cleared. She had just had an orgasm. She could feel Val's hot sperm spurting inside her, hear him grunting. He held her tight then climbed off her, somewhere far, far from where she thought they were. It was like a dream, yet she knew it was real.
She awoke later and saw that Val was asleep beside her. Panic gripped her. Where was Rena ? Then she remembered. Rena was gone, gone for the summer. She relaxed for a moment, but then tensed again. She shook her head as if to clear her mind. She was still groggy from the drinks. All of them on an empty stomach. Suddenly she was frightened. She was frightened of the drinking and the loneliness. She was frightened of the house and its silence. Frightened of the night and its steady breathing. A feeling of claustrophobia enveloped her and she turned on the night lamp. No good. It was too harsh. She turned it back off and was afraid again. Afraid of what? Of everything. But especially, she was afraid of Val, her son.