Chapter 8
Early one Saturday morning the following fall, just before Mickey was due to enter State college to pursue his Engineering vocation, Nora lay drowsing in bed, reflecting back on the many things which had happened since that orgiastic summer night in Ross' bedroom. She felt warm and content, and her body ached pleasantly, for last night had been a mild repeat of that first night, a veritable orgy of delight and sensuality-though of course not as powerful nor as meaningful as that initial occasion.
Yes, many things had happened since then. First of all, she and Ross had gotten married three weeks afterward, in a simple ceremony at the local Justice of the Peace. Her presence in the Hammond household no longer caused raised eyebrows after that, and their neighbors had accepted them as a model community family, happy, close-knit.
Mickey was still going out with Peggy Reynolds -Nora had, after that first night in Ross' bedroom, found that the girl had a lot of redeeming qualities and had even grown somewhat fond of her, now that she had gotten to know her better . . . much, much better. Mickey and Peggy made a fine, handsome couple, and everyone thought that they might even get married one day. Nora knew better, though, for as much as she had grown to like Peggy, the lovely blonde mother could never have her as a daughter-in-law, could never share her love for Mickey with the kind of girl that Peggy was at heart. Mickey knew this and bowed to his mother's wishes, since he knew now that he wasn't really in love with Peggy; his relationship with the beauteous black-haired girl was strictly casual . . . and, of course, sexual, which was just the way Peggy wanted it as well.
Ross had had a phenomenal run of success in the New York magazine markets with his art work, and the money was pouring into the Hammond household in great quantities, enabling them to live in sheer luxury. They were even planning a trip, just the three of them, to the Far East next spring, and Ross was contemplating the purchase of a small yacht.. .
To all outward appearance, the Hammond home in Clayton Heights was one of traditional, old-fashioned, well-to-do "respectability" in the eyes of Summervale. If they only knew, Nora thought, stretching languidly, what went on in this bed, the prudish homebodies would really be shocked and appalled. If there was anything Nora had grown to hate, it was narrow-minded bigotry; an individual or a group of individuals had the right to pursue happiness and pleasure in any way they chose, and the world could go to hell if it didn't like it.. .
There was a soft knock on the door, and then it opened and Mickey came in. He was smiling teasingly, his long dark hair tousled, wearing a thin bathrobe. Nora, watching her handsome son with deep pride and love, knew that he was naked beneath it. She smiled lovingly at him as he crossed to the bed and sat beside her.
"Hi, honey," she greeted him.
"Hi, Mom," he replied. "How do you feel this morning?"
She winked at him. "Tired, but very, very good," she laughed.
He chuckled. "I thought you would."
"Where's your . . . father, honey? Where's Ross?"
"He'll be in in a minute," the handsome teen-age youth replied. "He's having a cup of coffee."
"Mmmmm," Nora yawned, stretching again, and the sheet covering her beautiful body fell away, revealing the full, rich splendor of her perfectly formed breasts. Mickey feasted his eyes on his mother's lovely tits, moistening his lips, then leaned forward and tenderly kissed first one nipple, then the other, running his tongue over each until they responded into hardened arousal.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Nora said again, and her hand found his thigh, slid upward along its firm, muscled expanse until she located his cock, already hard with desire for her. She stroked it lovingly for a moment, then whispered huskily, her eyes lidding, "Take off your robe and get into bed, sweetheart."
"I thought you were tired," he teased.
"Not that tired, honey, not ever that tired!" fine, handsome couple, and everyone thought that they might even get married one day. Nora knew better, though, for as much as she had grown to like Peggy, the lovely blonde mother could never have her as a daughter-in-law, could never share her love for Mickey with the kind of girl that Peggy was at heart. Mickey knew this and bowed to his mother's wishes, since he knew now that he wasn't really in love with Peggy; his relationship with the beauteous black-haired girl was strictly casual . . . and, of course, sexual, which was just the way Peggy wanted it as well.
Ross had had a phenomenal run of success in the New York magazine markets with his art work, and the money was pouring into the Hammond household in great quantities, enabling them to live in sheer luxury. They were even planning a trip, just the three of them, to the Far East next spring, and Ross was contemplating the purchase of a small yacht.. .
To all outward appearance, the Hammond home in Clayton Heights was one of traditional, old-fashioned, well-to-do "respectability" in the eyes of Summervale. If they only knew, Nora thought, stretching languidly, what went on in this bed, the prudish homebodies would really be shocked and appalled. If there was anything Nora had grown to hate, it was narrow-minded bigotry; an individual or a group of individuals had the right to pursue happiness and pleasure in any way they chose, and the world could go to hell if it didn't like it.. .
There was a soft knock on the door, and then it opened and Mickey came in. He was smiling teasingly, his long dark hair tousled, wearing a thin bathrobe. Nora, watching her handsome son with deep pride and love, knew that he was naked beneath it. She smiled lovingly at him as he crossed to the bed and sat beside her.
"Hi, honey," she greeted him.
"Hi, Mom," he replied. "How do you feel this morning?"
She winked at him. "Tired, but very, very good," she laughed.
He chuckled. "I thought you would."
"Where's your . . . father, honey? Where's Ross?"
"He'll be in in a minute," the handsome teen-age youth replied. "He's having a cup of coffee."
"Mmmmm," Nora yawned, stretching again, and the sheet covering her beautiful body fell away, revealing the full, rich splendor of her perfectly formed breasts. Mickey feasted his eyes on his mother's lovely tits, moistening his lips, then leaned forward and tenderly kissed first one nipple, then the other, running his tongue over each until they responded into hardened arousal.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Nora said again, and her hand found his thigh, slid upward along its firm, muscled expanse until she located his cock, already hard with desire for her. She stroked it lovingly for a moment, then whispered huskily, her eyes lidding, "Take off your robe and get into bed, sweetheart."
"I thought you were tired," he teased.
"Not that tired, honey, not ever that tired!"
"Okay," Mickey laughed, stood up, and let his robe fall to the floor. Then, his hard young cock jutting proudly from his loins, he pulled the sheet the rest of the way from his mother's lovely nakedness and lay down beside her.
"Know what I'm going to do now?" he whispered into her ear. "Know what I'm going to do until Ross comes in?"
"What?" she asked breathlessly.
"This!" And he slid down, down, along her beautiful body, his hands squeezing her breasts lightly, his lips traveling over the smooth flatness of her belly, down lower until he was breathing hotly into the soft blonde triangle of her pubic mound . . . lower still until his head was positioned directly between her voluntarily parted thighs. His long hard tongue slid out, licked over her clitoris, her suddenly swollen cunt lips, and then, slowly, rapturously, with deep love, he began to lick and suck hungrily at his mother's fiery hot pussy.
And as Nora wrapped her hands in his hair, reveling in the feel of her son's mouth and tongue working wetly down between her legs, the lovely blonde mother thought that, without a doubt, her world-the world she had discovered here when she had buried her past and come to Summervale once again to beg forgiveness-was the best of all possible worlds . . .