right arm around her while pretending hard that she was not there at all and that he
was just waiting for a streetcar – and my heart went out to him.
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The room reeked of sex – male musk, female musk, fresh ejaculate, sweat. I am expert
in the odours of sex, with many years of wide experience. Had I not known better I
would have judged that this was the site of a six-person orgy.
I must add that some of the odour came from me. Perhaps it is perverse that I should
be sexually excited by catching my son and daughter in the most scandalous of all
sex offences. But volition does not enter into it. For the moment I recognised those
squeaks and deduced what and who, I bad been flowing. If King Kong had wandered by,
he would have found me a push-over. Paul Revere I would have pulled from his horse.
But I ignored my state, reminding myself that they could not possibly smell me.
‘Hello, dears! Is there room in the middle for me?’
Silence, then they moved apart. I went quickly to them before they could change
their minds, pushed down the sheet, crawled over Donald, got between them on my
back, snaked my right arm under Priscilla’s neck, reached for Donald. ‘have a
shoulder pillow, Donald. Turn toward me, dear.’
He did so, stiffly, then remained tense. I said nothing and cuddled both my
children, breathed deeply and tried to slow my heart. It began to work, and my
youngsters seemed to relax somewhat, too.
Presently I said softly, ‘How sweet to have both my darlings in bed with me,’ and
gave them each a quick squeeze and relaxed still holding them.
Priscilla said timidly, ‘Mama, you’re not mad at us?’
‘Mad at you? Heavens, no! I’m worried about your welfare. But not angry. I love you,
dear. Love you both.’
‘Oh. I’m glad you’re not mad.’ Then curiosity got her. ‘How did you catch us? I was
very careful. I listened at your door, made sure you were asleep before I snuck in
here and woke Donnie.’
‘I probably wouldn’t have noticed anything if I hadn’t been drinking lemonade before
going to bed. I woke up, dear, and had to pee. That wall on Donald’s side of the bed
is a wall of my bathroom. Sound goes right through it. So I heard you.’ I hugged her
to me. ‘It sounded like a dandy!’
Brief silence – ‘It was.’
‘I believe you. There is nothing, just nothing, as good as a gut-wrenching orgasm
when you really need one. And you seemed to need that one. I heard you thank
Donald.’
‘Uh… he deserved thanks.’
‘And smart of you to tell him so. Priscilla, there is nothing a man likes more than
to be appreciated for his lovemaking. So keep it up all your life; it will make both
you and your love happy. Mark my words. Remember them.’
‘I’ll remember.’
Donald apparently had trouble believing what he was hearing. ‘Mother? Do I have this
straight? You don’t mind what we were doing?’
‘Tell me what you were doing.’
‘Uh – We were screwing!’ He said it defiantly.
‘”Screwing” is something dogs do. You were loving, you were making love to
Priscilla. Or, if you like long medical words, you mo were copulated and engaging in
coition to climax… which is like describing a gorgeous sunset in wavelengths of
the electromagnetic spectrum. You were loving her, dear, and Priscilla is lovable.
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She was a lovable baby and she is even more lovable as a grown woman.’
I decided that now was the time to grasp the nettle, so I went on, ‘Loving is sweet
and good. Just the same, I’m extremely worried about you two. I suppose you both
realise that the society around us strongly disapproves of what you were doing, has
severe, cruel laws against it, and would punish you both horribly if they caught
you. Priscilla, they would take you away from Donald and me, and put you in a home