Chapter 7
During the following week, Norma Dunham slept with her son every night and experienced the joy of holding him close to her and possessing his strong, young body sexually.
Roger satisfied her innermost cravings and his skill and tenderness as a lover amazed her. With each passing day she felt more and more of a complete woman and the thought of ever loving a man other than her son seemed impossible. Each night she hurried home from work and flung herself into his arms and, usually, they ended up in the bedroom making love for hours before they finally got around to eating dinner. Once, at his insistence, she even took a day off from work and they lolled naked about the house all day, reveling in the sight and touch and taste of each other's naked body.
Not since her honeymoon had Norma known such bliss, and it delighted her to know that Roger craved her lovemaking every bit as much as she craved his. Roger told her everything he had ever thought and done in connection with sex, revealed his secret longings and asked hundreds of questions about females and how they felt about sex. She poured out everything she knew, holding back nothing, and this exchange of forbidden information even further increased their excitement and attraction for each other. Norma became a kind of sex-crazed animal, trying new positions and experimenting with every kind of sexual stimuli (including her vibrator) that she and her son could conjure up.
It was not until the second week of loving and sleeping with Roger that Norma Dunham began to realize that she had created a Frankenstein monster. Sexually, he was still a dream come true, but suddenly it became painfully apparent that, alas, he was not a man but a boy. Males of fifteen years of age were not fully mature, she learned, and trying to maintain order in a house in which a mother was having sexual intercourse with her teenage son posed rather disturbing problems. Not only did Roger become alternately sassy and overly attentive, he even began sleeping in late and refusing to attend school. Any words she uttered that remotely smacked of criticism sent him into violent rage or sullen moping. One night he even threatened to call the police and have her thrown out of the house for seducing a minor, and had locked himself in his room and refused to come out for dinner. He claimed he was punishing her, he said, for treating him undemocratically, and told her she could sleep by herself until further notice or he decided otherwise.
Everything she had shared with him in secrecy now became a weapon he could use on her, it seemed. He called her a pervert because she had used an electric vibrator on herself before their affair had begun. Once he even called her a "whore" because she had dared to sleep with anybody other than himself or his father. A childish streak in her son revealed itself that she had not even dreamed existed.
No matter what television channel she selected he changed it to another program. If she told him they were having meat loaf for dinner he wanted spaghetti. When she tried to engage him in normal conversation he would tell her to "shut up" and "cut out the blabbering." When she remained silent, he accused her of being an empty-headed female with nothing to say. He accused her of laziness, too, because she engaged a maid (Lila) instead of cleaning house like other women. Probably the most humiliating thing of all came when he told her she was a "Lousy lay" and the other girls from school he had fucked had tighter pussies and really appreciated a good lover when they had one.
Yes, Norma Dunham at last realized, making a lover of your son presented very real problems. At first, the delights had been fantastic, supreme, but the price one paid in the long run was far too high. Prohibitive.
It was on a Wednesday evening that she sat him down in the living room and told her son precisely how things were going to be from then on. To her surprise, he listened attentively and displayed the courtesy and respect to her that he had shown prior to the beginning of their sexual relationship. His remarkably good behavior drove home a fact that Norma Dunham had long known but had conveniently forgotten: the unrestrained, undisciplined child (sexual matters aside) longs for direction and guidance every bit as much as his parent knows he needs it. Overindulgence and excess freedom lead only to anarchy, mob rule, and the sooner some kind of authority is established the happier and more secure an unruly, spoiled little brat is likely to become.
And so it was with Roger. Visibly he sighed with relief as his mother laid down the rules. He would attend school and obey her as before. He would treat her and any other adult who entered the house with respect. When he reached eighteen, if he chose, he could get the hell out, but in the meantime he would conduct himself like a human being instead of a ranting jackass.
Once again, civilization returned to the Dunham household and evenings proceeded normally. At bedtime, Roger inquired if he might sleep with his mother. He made this request politely and she could tell by his affectionate manner and bulging erection that he sincerely needed her. Breathing hard, she allowed him to rub her shoulder and lingeringly kiss her on the neck and finally she said it would be all right. She yielded for two reasons: first, she genuinely wanted to sleep with him because he was the best lover she had ever encountered; second, it seemed best to taper them both off sexually over, say, a week's period rather than cutting her son off cold turkey from regular fucking. She did not wish to become too stern a dictator, she rationalized, and since he had demonstrated such willingness to cooperate it seemed wise to temper firmness with realism.
"But by the middle of next week," she breathed as she permitted Roger to lead her to the bedroom, "we have to go back to the way it was before. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes, Mother," he said, squeezing her breasts, "I-I understand and I promise. I really do."
He didn't, though, and when the following Wednesday arrived Norma had to put her foot down and say, "No." Their fucking had been very good, as always, but Norma Dunham had resolved to endure no more of the kind of chaos she had been exposed to for a while there. Not for anything.
Roger mentioned that he could make love to other girls at school, but he did so politely. And just as politely, Norma told him that was all right with her so long as he didn't catch clap. Roger told her that he would suffer a great deal living in the same house with her and not being able to sleep with her (again politely), and Norma told him that he would just have to suffer and he would probably not die. And if he did die? Well, she would see that he had a proper funeral, she told him, so he needn't give the matter of dying too much thought. No matter how Roger tried to get his mother's sympathy he was no match for her. Not by a long shot.
By the end of the week Roger realized he was dealing with an adult and not another teenager. The painful truth was, he knew he had been outwitted and out-maneuvered at every turn. This knowledge was good for him because it cut him down to teenage size again, but in another way it was not so good for him. He really did love his mother and being able to make love to his mother and now not being able to make love to her truly bothered him, seriously. He had become addicted to her loving and only her loving. This wasn't just a matter of preference for one female over another; it actually affected not his mind but his glands.
Masturbating didn't help him one bit and other girls, by comparison, didn't even come close to delivering the pleasure he had known with his mother. He first tried Ginny Talbot again, without much success, and then he screwed Sheila Lathrop after the Halloween Dance and that was even worse. Nobody, it seemed, could ever duplicate his mother's love-making.
Finally, without telling his mother anything, he decided on a strange form of revenge. It was the strange kind of revenge that only a teenager would devise because, really, it wasn't revenge at all and, besides, the chances of bringing his plan off successfully were a million to one against him. Somehow, he reasoned that since his mother had divorced his father and therefore was not too fond of him, he would visit his father and tell him that his ex-wife want him back. This seemed to be a good idea Roger because he reasoned that once his father and mother were living again together and making love his mother would be suitably punished. What could be better than that? Every night his mother would have to make love to his father, a man she detested!
The fact that Roger's mother and father disliked each other so much that they would never even consider living together again-much less making love-didn't even occur to Roger. By most standards, he was considered bright, but his emotions had gotten the best of him and now he was reasoning like a moron.