Chapter Eleven
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All right, this one is being posted before I'm sure it's ready yet again. And also yet again, you can blame ALittleTasteOfMadness; I exist to make her happy, and I'm pretty sure this chapter is going to do it. :)
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Now then, total disclosure, this is mostly a smutty-smut-smut chapter, but there are some important hints in here. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy!
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Norma woke feeling more refreshed and rested than she had in weeks. She guessed by t he redness behind her eyelids that it was late morning; she must have slept past her alarm. Wincing at the slight pull on her lacerations, she rolled over and reached out an arm, only to find empty sheets. Her eyes snapped open, dread in her heart until she noticed a tray on her bedside table.
It was one of the decorative serving trays from the kitchen. Norman must have found it and arranged a sweet surprise for her; there was a small glass of water, a small glass of milk, two aspirin, a packet of alkaseltzer, and a danish he must have pulled out of the box in the freezer on a small plate. To the side of the plate was a pretty bouquet of wildflowers from outside with a ribbon holding it together, and a little note hiding under the blossoms.
A little fear shot through her again as she remembered the last note he had left her, but she bravely plucked the paper from under the flowers and unfolded it.
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Mother,
I had to go take care of some things at Mr. Decody's shop that couldn't wait, and I wanted you to rest. I put this here in case your head hurt or your stomach was upset. I don't know how much you had to drink last night.
I need to stop by the farm and get my things, but I should be home before three. If you've changed your mind, it's all right. I won't push anything. It will be completely up to you where we go from here. The most important thing is that you are happy and safe, and I think you will be now.
In case we never speak of it again, know that I love you more than I'll ever love anyone else in this world, and that my heart is forever in your hands.
Love Always,
Norman
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Folding the note again, Norma held it against her heart, willing the message under her skin where it could keep her warm and whole forever. She realized now she should never have doubted their love, should never have doubted the rightness of their unexpected connection. Fighting for so long had made her blind to what was happening within them both, but now her eyes were wide open and she was ready to accept what she truly felt for her son.
She ate half the danish and took the aspirin; her head was fine, but the cuts on her back were starting to ache. Laying back on the bed, she inhaled the sweet scent of the wildflowers. Windflowers, arrowleaf, cockles, clovers, and oxeye daisies... Despite yesterday's disturbing happenings, she felt happy, her body tingling all over with excitement.
Never, never had she felt this way about anyone. It was as though her greatest curse had become her greatest blessing, overnight.
How should she proceed? It was clear that she would have to make the overtures here; in his note, Norman had said it was her decision. She was still fairly clean from her shower the previous evening, but she ran herself a bath with rosewater and sandalwood. Sinking into the water was like cleansing herself of her former life; so often she had said that everything would be good now, but finally she believed it would.
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Norman pulled his suitcases out of Gunner's trucks, shaking his hand. "Thank you so much, for everything."
"No problem, man." He was still shaken by what Norman had told him; the small falsehood that Caleb had been trying to steal from Norma and had roughed her up. "I'm so sorry about... you know..."
"It's fine. He's gone now." Norman gave him a grateful smile before turning to his home. "I'll see you around the farm?"
"You bet!" Gunner released his hand and opened his truck, climbing inside.
After the truck sped away, Norman turned back and climbed the stairs, heart beating fast. This was it; he expected that if Norma had changed her mind, things would simply go on as they always had, and he would try his best to be okay with it. Her happiness was always more important than his own. A secret, hopeful spark inside him prayed that maybe it wouldn't turn out that way...
He opened the inner door and instantly felt warmth and smelled something sweet baking. The feeling of home was overwhelming. He quickly went up the stairs, depositing his suitcases in his room to sort through later. That wasn't as important as finding his mother right now...
He rushed back down the stairs and into the kitchen, pausing as he saw that she wasn't there. He walked toward the table, standing somewhat awkwardly as he wondered where she had gone. "Mom?" he asked hesitantly, turning to look back into the sitting room before he heard light footsteps.
His mother came in through the back door, fairly glowing in a pale yellow, gauzy sundress. "Norman! You're home earlier than I thought?" She smiled brightly as she came to him, swinging the basket of herbs she carried out of the way so she could kiss his cheek.
"Are you feeling well?" he asked, carefully holding her in his arms for a moment. It seemed somehow that the cuts on her back and shoulders looked even worse today...
"I feel wonderful!" She pulled away from him and put her basket on the table before moving to the stove. "How was your day at work, sweetie?"
Watching her, Norman felt his heart plummet, sure this return to normalcy could only mean one thing. He turned and went to the parlor, sitting in the middle of the sofa and closing. He felt his chest aching and took a deep breath, forcing himself to breath evenly so he would maintain control. He told himself it would be okay; it had to be, because this was what she wanted...
"Norman?" Her voice was so close and soft that his eyes popped open, finding her standing right next to him. "What is it, baby?"
"Nothing!" He tried to smile, but he knew his voice rang false to her by the way her eyebrows dipped, a sad but understanding look on her face.
Norma laid her hand on his hair and carefully lowered herself down into his lap, a knee on either side of his hips. "I just wanted there to be something special for you tonight, and it was going to burn," she said softly, raising her other hand so she was cupping his cheeks. "It's your favorite. Apple pie."
"Oh." His voice was breathy, more desperate than he'd meant.
Norma leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, and he shook beneath her. "I read your note," she said simply. He couldn't respond, and after a moment she kissed his lips lightly, pressure as gentle as a butterfly lighting on a flower.
He froze for a moment in hopeful wonder before his hands hesitantly moved to her hips. As soon as they were there, Norma moaned and pressed closer to him, her tongue swiping out to lick his upper lip. "Norman," she said, pulling back just enough to speak, "I still want to. I love you. This is my choice..."
"Mom?" She couldn't be serious. There was no way he was this lucky, that the universe would let him have this most precious of gifts.
She kissed him again, a little more boldly, and suddenly his brain was functioning properly, and he was clutching her against his body. It was slow and sweet, completely different from how he had imagined it. She tasted like apples and cinnamon; she must have sampled the pie filling...
The urgency was still inside him, but it was doused by the need to savor this moment, to take care of his mother and give her what she needed. He needed it just as much. His fingers smoothed over her skin, finding the hard, sealed slices on her back and shoulders, and she hissed into his mouth. He didn't stop, though, and she didn't ask him to; he needed to touch them, to reclaim this damaged part of her for the two of them.
He lingered on each, caressing them gently, and hot sting echoed through Norma's body like a slow awakening. She wanted the pain; it made her feel good, somehow, to have her son touching these hurts, and she started to moan as she enjoyed the throbbing sting.
After he had moved back to her waist, she pulled back slowly, a sweet smile on her face. "You're still wearing your coat..." She pulled the zipper down slowly, helping him out of it until it was discarded. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt, smoothly slipping inside against his heated skin as he shivered. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." He slipped one of her straps down her shoulder, and with a devilish smile she slid her arms out of he straps completely. It fell to her waist, and he saw that she wore nothing underneath. Before he could think, his hand was between them, cupping one small but firm breast, but his chagrin was stilled by the needy groan she let out. She unconsciously pushed her chest forward, bringing a hand up to push his more firmly against her. "Are you wearing anything at all under that dress?" he asked breathlessly.
As if to answer, she pushed her pelvis forward, and the damp heat he encountered through his trousers was all the response he need. "Oh, Mother," he moaned, lunging forward to latch his mouth onto her nipple.
True to her word, Norma led him through everything this time. She reached down between them and freed his aching member from it's confines, He could barely function but to growl into her skin as she lightly stroked it but she moved back, looking down between them with a delighted gaze. "You have a beautiful cock, Norman," she sighed, swiping the liquid from the tip and sucking it off her finger. "I want you inside me again..." The last was whispered, like a secret prayer, and he finally lost control.
Shoving her skirt up to her waist, he pulled her against him, and then they were sliding easily together. His mother's channel was tight and blazing around him, so much better than the lingering, dull memories of the last time. "Oh, God, Mom," he moaned, using his hands to push her more fully onto his manhood, and she was gasping with intense satisfaction over him. It was more amazing than every fantasy he'd ever had...
It felt amazing, but they were so limited in their movements. She made little thrusting motions over him, but she didn't have the best leverage, even with his hands helping her. Frustrated, Norman lifted her and laid her on the rug, pushing her knees up. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she gasped, toes curling. "Norman! So good, baby!"
He could barely think straight anymore, plunging into her just to hear her moans. He leaned forward, burying his face in her neck as he lost control. "Oh, fuck, Mother!" he blurted as he burst inside her, lightning coursing through him. She held him against her as he quaked through this climax.
As he began to calm, he became aware of the tension still inside his mother, and he felt shame coursing through him. "Mother, I'm so sorry," he murmured into her skin.
"No, honey, don't be," she began, but then he was moving down her body, kissing between her breast, above her bellybutton... "What are you doing?"
Before she could object, his two of his fingers were sliding inside her semen-slick channel, and his tongue was flattened over her bud. With a guttural oath, she ground against his tongue, hand tangling in his hair. "Oh my god, Norman, harder... hard, honey!"
He was good at taking direction, and he thrust his fingers into her faster and faster. She felt the crest building inside her, her back arching as she threw her head back. She'd been so close to coming before... and now... now...
Her legs shook on either side of his face before she suddenly screamed. "Norman, yes, oh yes- Oh, God, yes!" He felt her muscles reflexively pulsing, felt the rush of hot liquid that came over his fingers as she climaxed, and felt more relaxed himself. He gave her labia a last smooth lick and kissed back up her stomach with a satisfied smirk.
"Oh," Norma laughed, looking at his face. It was shining with wetness across his cheeks. "You certainly look proud of yourself..."
"I am," he admitted, and when he kissed her, she didn't push him away.
"Norman." He looked up at her, taking in the beautiful flush to her skin and the sparkle in her eyes. "I love you."
He held her eyes, mouth soft and gaze serious. "I love you too, Mother."
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It wasn't until later that they started to wonder what they would tell Dylan. They sat close together, no longer in their proper seats at the table. They huddled together as closely as they they could around as they lazily spooned apple pie into their mouths directly out of the pie pan.
"I don't think it's a good idea to tell him anything," Norma said, licking her spoon.
"Mom, it's going to come out in the charges. He'll figure it out, what he was here to really do..." Suddenly serious, Norman gripped her hand. "I'm so sorry that I wasn't here, Mother..."
"It's not your fault," Norma admitted, gripping his hand.
"But you were right. If I had been here, it might not have gone even as far as it did. I never... I'll never leave you again," he vowed, pulling her hand against his heart. "No one will ever hurt you again if I can stop it."
With a little smile, Norma leaned forward and kissed a bit of pie crust off the corner of his mouth. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Norman. I love you so much."
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TBC