Walt was excited after Peggy told him about his appointment at the hospital. Martin seemed pleased that things were finally moving along but he groused that he would have to borrow a van to take him there.
"I won't need a van this time," Walt told him. "I can walk on my crutches and when I come back, I'll have a new leg."
Peggy was afraid that Martin would want to drive down to the hospital with them and she waited with bated breath for him to say something. He seemed pleased that he would not have to go out of his way to take them and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"We'll have to leave in the morning," she reminded them. "It takes about six hours and we can check in after three o'clock."
"Why are you going down on Saturday if the appointment isn't until Monday," Martin asked.
"It's a long drive and the fitting and the physical therapy are going to take a lot of stamina on Walt's part. He should be able to get plenty of rest on Sunday."
"Mom, I'll be all right, I don't need to go early."
Peggy frowned across the table at her son. Shaking her head in warning, she let him know she wanted him to stop talking.
Walt looked at her for a moment and then his brain figured out that she was trying to arrange some time so that they could be alone with each other.
"On second thought," he said with a smile. "It might be a good idea. Thanks for thinking of me, mom."
They exchanged secret smiles and Peggy winked at him.
"When will you be back," Martin asked without looking up from his plate.
"Probably next Saturday, Walt answered. "If not, mom can come back and I'll get a bus or a ride back when they're finished with me."
He and Peggy exchanged glances and she mouthed, "Not a chance!"
I'll help you clean up, mom," Walt offered.
"Thanks, honey."
Martin went back to his chair and Peggy stood and moved to Walt's side.
"You almost ruined it, you jerk," she said and rubbed his head. "I like your new haircut too. There aren't many hairs left, are there?"
"You're the one who suggested it. How about your haircut," he challenged.
"Do you like it," she asked.
"I love it and I'm not kidding, mom. It makes you look twenty years younger. You could be my girlfriend."
"Haven't you noticed? I am your girlfriend."
Peggy laughed and began to move away but Walt ran his hand up under her dress and grabbed the inside of her thigh.
"Stop it," she hissed. "He's right in there."
"I know, that's what makes it more so exciting," he said and squeezed her thigh.
When she first felt his hand on her leg, she automatically reacted by clamping her thighs together to protect herself. Now, she spread her feet to open herself up to him. She dropped her chin to her chest and held her breath in anticipation as her son's hand stole up her leg.
A low moan escaped her lips when his fingers brushed her pubic hair. She held her breath and spread her legs a few more inches. He didn't move for a second or two until she clamped her fingers down on his shoulder to let him know she wanted more.
Walt looked up at her and smiled. Her face was tense and her eyelids drooped with suspense. Moving his hand up a little farther, he ran the backs of his fingers up and down between her lips. When she felt his touch, she tried to smile through her passion but it came out more like a hiss of air. Peggy's legs trembled and placing both hands on his shoulders, she lifted her foot and rested it on the edge of his chair.
Walt cupped her sex and rhythmically squeezed and released it. Her hips involuntarily hunched towards his hand each time he repeated the touch. She was now almost pressing herself against him as he sat in the kitchen chair.
Moving his hand from between her legs, he grasped her buttock and squeezed. Peggy moaned and waited for him to touch her again. She thought he was going to touch her back there but instead he lifted her skirt and pulled it up and over his head.
Slouching down in the chair, he held her buttocks with both hands and pressed his face against her. He nuzzled her pubic hair and then his tongue touched her sex, forcing a squeal of excitement from her. She raised herself on her tiptoe and spread her thighs as far apart as she could get them.
His tongue slid in between her already separated lips and licked upwards to caress her clitoris.
"Oh, God, oh, honey," she grunted in a low voice and pulled his head tighter into her groin.
His tongue licked at it again and she felt him trying to capture it with his lips. She was too tall and she was trying to figure out how to change her position to allow him access when Martin's voice came from the family room.
"How long does it take to clean up the kitchen from a store-bought pizza?" he yelled. "C'mere, I want you to see what that jerk Bush is doing now."
Walt tried to hold onto her when she backed away from him but she shook her head and smoothing out her skirt, she walked towards Martin. She sat quietly on the sofa while he ranted for four or five minutes before he finally ran down. She waited a polite moment or two after he stopped then she excused herself by telling him she had to go to the bathroom.
Instead of going to the bathroom, she detoured to the kitchen where Walt had just completed putting the dishes into the dishwasher. He turned when he caught her out of the corner of his eye and leaning against the counter he started laughing at her.
"Hee, hee, hee," he pretended to laugh with his hand in front of his mouth. "What was so important?"
"Bush and Iraq again. What else?" she whispered.
Pushing him back against the sink, she leaned against him and holding his face with both hands, she kissed him.
"I'm going to kill you," she joked. "You make me crazy and I can't control myself around you anymore."
