Maybe this is danger and you just don't know…

Norman watches her from across the room. She can feel him, those aqua eyes boring through her. He looks damn good in that white dress shirt with the blue tie that matches the color of his stare. She'd picked it out for him that morning when she'd told him that Christine had invited her to yet another party. Her peripheral vision gives away that George is intent on her, too. He's going on about something, but Norma isn't listening. All she feels is Norman, less than a hundred feet away, focusing all his energy in her direction.

She was hoping they could get over this yearning for each other, let it out in the night and forget about it, but the harder they fought, the harder it was to contain. Norman's want is almost a tangible thing, even in a public place.

Norma swallows hard and looks up at George. "I'm sorry. Could you excuse me?"

George's face reads skepticism, only to soften a moment after. "Sure."

With a grateful nod, she stalks past him toward Norman. He's talking with Christine, but as soon as he notices Norma closing the distance, he pulls back from the conversation.

"Can I talk to you? Privately?" Norma's voice catches.

Christine tilts her head questioningly. Norma doesn't even glance at her.

"Sure." Norman lets himself be dragged outside, toward where they parked the car. A dozen other cars fill up all the space in Christine's driveway and her front yard. Thankfully, there's no one else around. Not out here, at least.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

She yanks open the door to the backseat and slides in. "Come on."

He obeys her without hesitation and quickly learns her motivation when her hand cups his crotch. "Oh." He chuckles, leaning over to kiss her deeply.

The moan that leaves her sends a shiver down his spine. She tugs hard on his belt as Norman's hands ride up underneath her dress.

Their lips separate with a resounding pop. "Mother…" He grunts at her legs snaking their way around his waist and pulling him forward. "This probably isn't a good idea. Anyone could come out here and see us."

Warm hands frame his face to drag his mouth closer to hers. "Then hurry up and fuck me already."

He goes pink in the face even while he pushes her panties to the side with a sure touch and proceeds to grab her roughly at the hips. He surges forward and smiles wide at the whimper that trembles from her mouth.

"Anything for you, Mother." Norman does what she asks, taking her at a hurried, frantic pace. Norma throws an arm across shoulders and meets his every thrust.

She throws her head back and groans out his name. She'd be a goddamn fool to deny herself this. His skin, his kiss, his impassioned noises against her. She loves every single piece of him so entirely. No one would ever want him like she did. No one.

You pray it all away but it continues to grow…