'Daddy said I'm to be in at quarter after eleven.'
Her hand felt awful good, squeezing and puffing his cock.
He massaged the little bump of her clitoris. She breathed hotly against his neck.
'Tomorrow,' she whispered.
'But tomorrow is Saturday. Your dad and my mother will be home.'
'We'll figure some way to fuck. Huh?'
'Some way.
Kit had arrived home at eleven.
She stood before a window in her darkened living room, gazing out at the two kids necking in the shade of the tree at the curb.
Thus far her plan to smother her lust for Sonny had succeeded. He and Lily were locked in a tight embrace. Kit herself had a new lover. Furthermore, her incredible drug-aided twist into lesbianism had placed her in a world separate from her son's.
She felt at peace, not at all upset by the mind-blasting experience of making love to another woman. Only one thing had been wrong with the evening. Myra had eventually called Don for supper, and afterward Charley of the fiberglass boat and his wife had come over to play a five-handed card game, a long evening of it, while Kit eyed Myra across the table, wanting more; much more. Each time Myra had winked or made some gesture to show the connection between them, Kit had clenched her thighs together, squeezing in, almost feeling the girl's long tongue lashing up her cunt.
Even now.
Standing there in the darkened living room, Kit raised her skirt and fingered her panty crotchband. Soggy! She groaned.
Kit peeled her panties down and dropped them. She fingered the slippery nubbin of her clit. Soon her hips were wrenching.
She would get an orgasm before Sonny came into the house. Burn off the heat. Then she would be calm.
What were those two doing against the tree trunk? Dry fucking? Fingering genitals?
Kit's hips were jerking hard when she saw Sonny tear away from the shadow of the tree and hurry up the walk toward the front door.
She awakened in a flash. Dropping her skirt she stooped to grab up her panties from the floor, and dashed to her bedroom.
She was seated on the chintz-covered bench before her makeup table, her soggy panties already in the laundry hamper, when Sonny opened the front door.
'Mother?'
'In here, darling.' She whipped the cap off the jar of cold cream and swiped up a gob with a tissue. She began cleansing her throat.
Sonny appeared in the doorway. He was in shadow but a glance showed Kit that his prick was stiff She asked, 'How was the movie?'
'Fine, just fine. See, Mr. Folsom drove us there, he had to deliver petunias, so it wasn't out of his way. He wants me to help transplant violets tomorrow. He'll pay me'
Sonny was beating about the bush, she thought, talking about the unimportant details of his evening.
That meant he had laid Lily or else had gotten so close to it that he had to avoid the subject.
She said, 'A movie date with a girl is not so difficult after all, is it?'
'Gosh, no. And you should have seen how good Lily looked, in a real short pink dress. Guys I know from school just stared at her like they couldn't believe it was her.'
Massaging cold cream into her throat and chin, Kit glimpsed her eyes in the mirror. Narrowed. Dark.
Jealous?
He went on, 'One of the guys, I talked to him in the men's room, he said, 'That chick with you, she's really groovy-looking.'
'I know,' Kit said. 'I told you Lily has lovely eyes.'
'Well, and the guy in the men's room said, her shape, too, I mean, Lily's got it all there. That's what he said.'
Kit smeared cold cream up her cheeks. She paused before erasing her mascara. She suddenly realized that she did not want to remove her mascara when her son was talking about the prettiness of another female. Mascara was the one essential makeup she used. It had not been smeared. It emphasized the wide, round, lascivious innocence of her brown eyes. She would leave it on.
With fresh tissues she wiped off the excess cold cream.
He continued, 'I told Lily how really pretty her dress was. I mean, I always see her in a t-shirt and a denim skirt. She ought to dress pretty more often because of how good she looked.'
Kit seized up a hairbrush. She said, 'Yes, for her age, her shape is very nice. She bit her lip. She had been about to say something bitchy. Brushing out her hair, she shot a glance at Sonny, leaning against the doorjamb, thumbs hung in his pockets, looking very pleased with himself. And still stiff in the pants. Because he was thinking of Lily? Or from watching his mother's breasts dip and bob as she vigorously brushed out her hair? The yellow dress was cut low in front and the bra was loose enough to provide a display.
He said, 'Lily's got a new bikini swimsuit. Tangerine colored, she said. Maybe I'll take her to the pool tomorrow afternoon when we're finished transplanting.
Kit said, 'I hope her bikini is not as revealing as my yellow one.
'Well, I haven't seen hers. You mean your real sexy one? Yeah, everybody says you look great in that. Last Saturday when you were sunbathing in the back yard, Mr. Folsom kept staring at you from the greenhouse, like his eyes were out on stems.'
Kit smiled; pleased with this, shift in the conversation.
He said, 'Lily says her bikini is like three postage stamps.'
Kit scowled.
Oh, she had to be the center of attention. She was vain, she could not help it. She did not want to hear another single word about Lily's pink dress, her shape, or her bikini.
Still brushing her hair she asked, 'Unzip me, will you, Sonny?'
She would teach him to prattle about some skinny young girl!
'Your dress?' he asked, sounding choked.
'Of course. Unzip and unhook me. I'm tired.'
She laid down the hairbrush and watched herself, narrow-eyed. Her face looked pouty in the fluffy nimbus of her hair, a luxuriant copper and gold silkiness. What did Lily have? Black bangs. Very plain!
Sonny appeared in the mirror, blushing.
She would show him that Lily was not the only female in his life!
He fingered her zipper. It scratched open. She touched at her bosom to keep the dress from falling.
He went to work on her bra hooks. His fingers were shaking.
Kit smiled. Oh, he was aware of her, all right, not so blinded with love for Lily that he no longer realized how much he owed his mother.
She expanded her chest to tighten the bra hooks and make it more difficult for him.
She said, 'I'm glad you like my yellow bikini. Of course, I have to wear it carefully. If I lean over my bosom just tumbles out. It doesn't cover my breasts as much as support them.'
He wrenched savagely at the hooks. At last they were free.
Holding the material to her titties, Kit rose, went to her dresser and took a lime-green nightie from the drawer, then faced her open closet to hang up the dress. There she realized that it was a summer dress, destined for the laundry hamper. She had already taken a hanger from the closet. Her mind felt feathery. Was this the effect of the drug? Hanging up a summer dress! But Sonny would not notice the difference.
She peeled the dress up her body.
Then she realized that she had previously removed her panties and was showing him her bare ass.
God, she thought, am I trying to seduce him?
No, I'm befuddled by the marijuana I smoked, tangled in the dress and bra, taking them off now. Hanging up
