Wicked People?

a Novelette by Varkel

Fall, 2007

Chapter 9: Sammy and a Mother�s Plans

By now customary, Sammy awoke with his member in Kate�s mouth.� He stretched languidly, feeling her pleasing tongue but unlike the first time, not yet ready to climax.� Daylight streamed in the windows.� Fully clothed in her maid�s uniform, she bent over the side of the bed, studying him from the corner of her eye.

The pleasure ended as she raised her head.� After licking her lips, she said, �Get up and get dressed.�

�Finish me first,� he demanded.

�Not this morning.�� She sniffed.� �Your mother wants you to join her for breakfast.�

�Aw, suck some more.� It won�t take long.�

But the woman backed completely off the bed.� �Too long.� I must go finish the cooking.� Ms. Adelaide wants you in the little dining room in 15 minutes � ten now.�� She caught his hand and demonstrated her considerable strength by pulling him out of bed to his feet.� �Go piss and get your clothes on.�

Pausing at his door, she smiled fondly at his crestfallen expression.� �You know I�ll suck out every drop you can make as soon as she�s through with you.� Now hurry!�

He washed his face, brushed teeth and hair, slipped on T-shirt, short-shorts and sneakers and presented himself on time in the little dining room.� Kate was just serving a breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs and shaved ham.

His mother, wearing a flowery housecoat, waited at the head of the table.� He dropped into the seat on her left.� �Morning, Mom.�

�Good morning, dear.� Don�t forget your napkin.�

He opened it into his lap as Kate filled his plate.� Her hip nudged his side.� She winked when he looked up.

�I haven�t seen much of you since we returned,� said Adelaide after sipping her coffee.� �How�ve you been, Son?�

�Okay.�

�Only okay?�

He regarded her thoughtfully.� �How�m I supposed to answer?�

�Well, something like, �Just fine.� How are you?�� Have you been �just fine?��

�Oh, yeah!�� He grinned up at Kate.� �I�ve been just great!�

�That�s good.� I gather Kate�s been taking good care of you.�

The housekeeper�s hand, at that moment spreading butter on his toast, froze.� He thought a moment before answering.� �She thinks I need more exercise.�

�Yes, she told me.� I think she�s right.�

Kate finished with the butter.� He recognized the pleased twinkle in her eyes despite the mask of servitude.

He asked, �When will you open the pool?�

�I�m thinking of more than that,� Adelaide answered.� �Suppose I have it enclosed so we could run it all winter.� Would you like that?�

�Oh, yes, ma�am!�� His eyes sparkled.

She chuckled.� �I�ll call the estate people today.� Do you swim, Kate?�

�Yes, ma�am.�

�Well enough to act as a lifeguard?�

�I�ve done that as a summer job.�

Adelaide smiled her approval.� �You should include it on your resume.�

�Thank you.� I shall.�

�Not that you�ll need a resume any time soon, I hope.�

�It�s kind of you to tell me that, ma�am.�

�I�ve noticed the quality of your work, more closely than you know.�

�Ma�am?�

�And I�m pleased with the results, almost as much as Sammy is.�

�Ah, ah, thank you, ma�am.�� Kate�s voice was subdued.� �Will there be anything else?�

�Not just now.� When we finish here, Sammy and I will go to my office for awhile.�

�Shall I take telephone calls?�

�In the usual way.� Buzz me if it�s anything important.� Umm.� I�m expecting Bernard Canfield to return my call.� Definitely buzz if it is he.�

�Yes, ma�am.�� Kate withdrew.

As they finished eating, Sammy asked, �Are you staying home today?�

�This morning anyway.� I may go to see Uncle Bernie later.�

�Will you take me with you?�

She chuckled and regarded him speculatively.� �We never did get the chance to discuss your visit with him.�

�A little bit.� I told you he took me golfing.�

�What else?�

�Well �� I met some of his friends.�

�Did you!�

�And I shot pool in the clubhouse.� Are you a member, Mom?�

�No, but I�m planning to join.�

He stared at her with the beginning of a smile.� �Are you really?�

Her gaze was level.� �Funerals are sad affairs, especially for loved ones, but sometimes they open your eyes.�

He thought that over.� �How?�

�By calling your attention to what�s really important.� As your Uncle Carl so succinctly put it: the difference between a bird in the hand and pie in the sky.�

�I don�t understand.�

�The difference between what you actually have available to you and what you�ve been taught to wish for.� He said your grandmother understood that difference better than most.� I�ve done nothing since your father died but wish for what I lost.� It�s time to quit wasting time.� Wipe your mouth and come along.�

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Adelaide�s �office� was a cozy room with a captain�s chair perched behind a huge desk, a couch on the adjacent wall and a matched pair of padded chairs.� Windows over the couch looked out into the cedars to the north.� Keyboard, mouse and a large computer monitor sat atop the desk.� On the right hung a wall-spanning plasma screen, currently gray, visible from all seats.� Nondescript prints and a portrait of Sammy�s father adorned the wall behind the desk.

�Wow!� exclaimed Sammy, glancing around wide-eyed.

She chuckled.� �Close your mouth.� You should visit me more often.�

�It�s always locked!�

�Not when I�m in it.�

�Can I move my Playstation in here?�

�The screen in the den is nearly as large.�� She sighed.� �Sammy, you disappoint me.� I thought you were growing up.�

�You did?�

�Sit down and I�ll show you a piece of my evidence.�

He flopped into one of the free-standing chairs and regarded her expectantly.

She studied him.� �Have you understood why I hired Kate Jones?�

�Mabel wanted to retire.�

�That was one reason.� When I checked Kate�s references, the Fallons told me ��

�The who?�

�The Fallon family.� Has she mentioned the three brothers she raised?�

�Umm � yeah.�

�Apparently she did a fine job.� One of them graduated from Princeton last year and married the daughter of another good family.� He�s going on for his masters.� The two younger ones have excellent grades.� She certainly helped them mature.� I was hoping she would help you in the same manner.� And then I saw this.�

She clicked her mouse.� The huge screen lit to depict a scene of colorful flowers, hedges and shade trees.� Morning sunbeams slanted through the scene.� Bird chirps sounded from concealed speakers.� Two women were in the middle foreground, running one behind the other along a flagstone path that curled back toward the trees.� No!� He recognized the coats, the blond hair above shorts and the bare legs of the leader, dark hair above skirt and hose of the follower.� This was the recent race into the garden by himself and Kate.

�Where � how?�

�You really should notice something besides your video games, Son.� I installed this security system last year.� That�s an infra-red guided camera setup at the entrance to our formal garden.� It automatically catches anything large and warm-blooded if the daylight isn�t too bright.�

��Catches?��

�Makes a recording of it.�

The onscreen couple loped down the path away from the camera, but their bodies didn�t shrink in perspective.� Instead the distant trees seemed to be approaching.

Sammy declared, �Somebody must be following us!�

�The camera zooms automatically.�

�Wow, you really know all about it!�

�The salesman was quite tiresome.�

The couple flopped on a bench in the shade.� Dark hair�s arm slipped around blond�s shoulders, who was obviously panting heavily.� Now it was possible to recognize faces.

Adelaide said, �It�s easy to see why she thinks you need exercise.�

�I guess she�s right.�

�They � you � talked for awhile.�

�You can�t hear what we said?�

�No.� This system wasn�t meant to spy on ourselves, just to catch intruders.� Let me advance it ��

Her mouse sounded again: click, drag, click.� The blonde figure slipped forward to kneel on the well-manicured grass.� His hand slipped under the woman�s coat.� Soon he threw up the woman�s skirt and dived between thighs white above strap-restrained hose.� Her face scanned around the garden while his forehead pressed into dark pubes.� His near shoulder worked, evidently from a hand moving below his chin.� Shortly her head went back against a tree trunk.

Mother and son watched it, a still-life except for leaves fluttering in the slight breeze, the boy�s working shoulder and the woman�s occasional twitches.� Adelaide mused, �It would surprise me if she managed to teach you that in only two weeks.� But of course she didn�t.�

�What do you mean?� he asked in fascination.

�Let�s watch a little more.�� The depicted Kate did not endure his ministrations much more than a minute before arching her back and crying out, now audible above the birdsong, and shoving his head back.� He rocked back on his heels, grinning, and wiped his mouth on the back of a hand before dropping his shorts and jumping up on the bench, coat pulled up, turgid red member thrusting.� She immediately leaned forward and took all of it into her mouth.� Her arms encircled his buttocks.

His mother added dryly, �And she wasn�t the first to do that for you either.�

Sammy felt his face grow hot.� �Has somebody said something?�

�Exactly: �somebody.�� When we returned home, I found a call on my answering machine from the country club assistant secretary, a certain Ethel Horton.� I called her back and she told me a few things.� Particularly that a �stool widow� � her words � named Helen Bodiegan had waylaid you three times and taken you upstairs in the clubhouse to spend the afternoon.� She said that Ms. Bodiegan was a wealthy widow known to prey on young men and that I could have her arrested for statutory rape.�

Sammy felt cold.� �I � I �� What did you say to her?�

�Do you know these women?�

�Y-yes, ma�am.�

�Were you unkind to Ms. Horton?�

�Well � I guess she thought so.� She put her hand in my shorts while I was trying to take a shot.� I gouged the nap and called her a wicked person.�

�She obviously took offense.� A pool shot?�

�Yeah.� Jake laughed fit to bust a gut.�

�Say �laughed very hard.��

He repeated the words docilely.� Adelaide struck several keys on the keyboard.� The large screen became uniformly gray.

She looked up.� �And Carl called my attention to the view from his suite into the guest wing of Mamma�s place.� You and that Morgan girl � Sherry � were intimately engaged on her bed.� Why didn�t you pull the drapes?�

Sammy sighed.� �It was raining when we came in.� Guess we forgot.� Gosh, Mamma!�

�Gosh indeed!�

Sammy shook his head.� �Do you really think Helen and Sherry � and Kate are wicked people?�

�What?� I never said that.�

�Well, that I�m wicked, then?�

Her eyes narrowed.� �Son, what are you getting at?�

�You always told me to stay away from wicked people, but you didn�t say who they were.� A boy felt of my cock in the mall and admitted he was wicked.� I thought you meant people who fu� ah, people who had sex.� I asked Helen if that�s what made people wicked.� I liked her answer.�

Adelaide smiled slightly.� �I�m sure it was �No.��

�She said, �How can anything so delightful be wicked?��

�What did you think of Helen, Son?� Wasn�t she an older woman?�

�Lots older than you.� She showed me how to really make a woman feel good.�

�And you liked doing that?�

�Oh, yeah, �cause she made me feel good too!�

His mother studied him narrowly, bit her lip and sighed.� �You�ve had a busy six weeks, haven�t you!�

�Oh, wow!�

�Did you figure out what makes people wicked?�

�I think so.� The first step, anyway.� I even looked up the word.�

�What word?�

�Hypocrisy.�

She thought about it.� �What does that mean to you?�

�Letting people believe a lie about you.� Letting them believe you�re helping them when you�re really helping yourself.�

�Oh?� Then I take it you�ve met some wicked people?�

�One, anyway.� A cop.�

�Really?� A policeman?�

�Yeah, the one that brought me to you when they arrested Leila.�

�Leila Strump?� Did you know the charges against her were dropped?� What made the cop wicked?�

�He told me a lot of lies so he could do me in the butt.�

�Good heavens!�� Adelaide�s hand went to her mouth.� �Did you get his name or badge number?�

�They called him �Pudge.�� But who cares?�

She struck keys on the keyboard.� �My lawyer will have him arrested!�

�Why?�

�Because he �� He sodomized you!� Didn�t it � hurt?�

�No.� His cock was thinner than mine.�

�Wasn�t he a grown man?�

Sammy grinned.� �I think I must have a large one for a boy.�

�I don�t think I�ve noticed.�

�Well, you�re my mother.�

�That I�ve noticed!� So you conclude that sex isn�t wicked.�

�Not by itself.�

�That�s very interesting, Son.�� She paused for a deep breath.� �I�ve recently come to a similar conclusion.�

�You have?�

�I finally understand that your grandmother led a very happy life, much happier than her daughter, even though both were widows.� Your father�s death was a terrible blow to me.� I took refuge in religion but found it inadequate, its claims unbelievable, though I wouldn�t admit it out loud.� I think having lost my beloved, I became afraid of life.� Well, all that is changed.�

�You � you ��

�I have a masters in business, Son.� I am taking over Mamma�s corporations.� I mean to clean out the deadwood and make them profitable again.� And I�m reorganizing my own life too.� Carl and I were always close.� He and I talked a lot while we were in Cleveland.� He showed me I�ve been wasting my life.� I�m still young, Sammy.� I�ll spend no more time dawdling at home, mooning over your father.� I intend to find me a man with a zest for life.

�And in the meantime I�ve also provided for you.� One of Ms. Fallon statements was the clincher.� She said Kate was more of a wife to her sons than a nanny and warned me against hiring her if I wanted to keep you innocent.� I thought, �What good is innocence in a boy?�

�I like the way Kate presses me to buy you toys and equipment for exercise.� They�re on order, by the way.� Also I�ve cancelled the tutor I almost hired in favor of one who has also been a coach.� Your body is pretty, I�ve noticed, but it�s soft.� It needs to be toughened up and made into a man�s.� Mind and most of the body will be your tutor�s responsibility.�� She smiled.� �We�ll reserve your genitals to Kate.�

�Mamma!�� Eyes alight, he said, �You really do love me.�

�Good heavens, Sammy, did you doubt it?�

�I love you too, Mamma.�� He went around the desk, sagged into her lap and hugged her with a kiss on the lips.

She squeezed him to her breast.� �Ah, my sweet son!�

�You deserve love too.� Have you found a man with a zest for life?�

�One: your uncle Carl.� Too bad he�s my brother.�

When he hesitated, she chuckled slightly.� �Don�t tell me you want to suggest one.�

�Well ��

�I can think of one other myself, though he may be a bit too zesty!�

�Do I know him?�

�Perhaps too well.�

�Huh?�

�I�m thinking of your Uncle Bernie.�� At that surprising announcement she pushed him back to look into his eyes.� �Despite his den of iniquity.�� She bit her lip.� �Tell me your honest opinion, Sammy: would he make you a good step-father?�

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