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I'd better get home, start the cleaning.

What time is it?

Ten after nine. Oh, Christ.

I was supposed to be downtown ten minutes ago.

Yes?

for Eddie.

Eddie Mullet?

He said I should meet him here.

He's not here.

Oh, he said about nine.

Perhaps I should go.

Oh, why don't you wait?

I'm sure Eddie would be very disappointed.

Well don't stand there shuffling, take her upstairs.

More coffee?

What about your appointment?

Fuck it.

Pretend you don't see him.

Carol!

Gee, everybody's so nice.

And your sister's so pretty.

And broad-minded, too.

She's my wife.

Your wife?

God, if my husband found out.

My wife's broad-minded, like you said.

Did you know he was meeting her here?

That bastard.

He thought I'd be downtown.

Well, she sounds interesting anyway.

housewife just an ordinary young American housewife getting her kicks

Come on in, Anna. Door's open.

Hi, Carol.

Just thought I'd drop in and see if I could be of any help.

I've got it under control.

At least it's only for two weeks.

We're very lucky.

Don't be so uptight.

Christ, it's only your mother.

Only my mother.

We won't be able to carry on as usual.

I understand that, Carol.

You got any yogurt?

I mean it, Anna.

We can't let my mother know.

I mean, how things are.

Don't you think she'd understand?

I mean, after all, this is 1974.

Look, in 1963, Mrs. Tom Robinson, my mother, won the

Domicile Beautiful Magazine Award as young housewife of that year.

1963, that's where my mother's head is.

You got any grape jam?

Is this sugar?

Yeah.

1963, suburban Cincinnati.

That's how my mother feels about holy matrimony.

Pop was killed in that train wreck in 71.

She's been alone ever since.

She's 37 years old?

I bet she's had a lot of bed partners.

I'd be happy if she did.

Anna, I swear, I don't know why you're not 300 pounds.

Hey, come on, we better get home.

I want everything to be ready. Believe me.

Well, it's not much, but it's home.

Welcome, Jennifer Robinson.

Did you have a good trip, Mama?

I'll put your things in your room.

Oh, you're more beautiful than ever, Carol.

I'm happy, Mama. You're lucky to have a man like Eddie, someone who loves you.

I can see why my baby's happy, having a big hunk of man like this all to

herself.

I hope you don't mind if I call you Jennifer.

You're far too young and pretty for me to call Mom.

Smells delicious.

Just like when I was little.

You should see the apple pies I baked this afternoon.

You'll be a big hit with Anna. You saw the way she stuffed herself today.

I like her.

Mama, why don't you get married again?

You're young and pretty.

But why get married?

Well, I don't know.

But you like to bake and you like to cook. Oh, I don't think I'd ever get

married again, even if I found another man.

I'd probably just go off and live with him for a while, as long as it lasted.

Why shouldn't it last? That sounds cynical.

Carol, even nice things don't last.

What is that heavenly fragrance?

That's Anna and her husband.

I think I'm going to have an orgasm.

And the one with the leer is Hungary's old man, Pete.

Oh, my God, that's good.

Guess what I have here?

It's a copy of the letter that the national magazine, Domicile Beautiful,

wrote to my mother in 1963, nominating her as the young American housewife for

that year. Oh, you unpleasant child.

You don't embarrass me in public by reading that letter.

Go ahead. Come on, read it.

Oh, look how red she's getting.

Oh, my goodness.

I always do when I drink too much wine.

Well, you notice I'm standing close by, waiting.

Well, don't fall down, else that beast will be right on top of you.

I think my mother is getting drunk.

I'll reserve the reading until sometime when she's more sober.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Horny.

You mean my mother turned you on? I'm hot as a firecracker.

Hey, come on, my mother.

She's feeling no pain. She'll just fall right down into bed.

Look, if you're worried, let's go to our place.

I hate to leave her alone.

Well, she ain't no kid.

But she's still got a lot of juice left in her, I'll tell you that.

You know, her tits intrigue me.

She never wears a bra.

Yeah.

You know, we were sitting there and her old tits were crying from my mouth.

Yeah.

Can't we get off the subject of my mother's tits?

Don't be so sensitive.

Haven't you ever seen your mama naked?

I don't remember.

I bet you even sucked her tit.

You did suck your mama's tit, didn't you?

I don't know.

I bet you did.

I bet you could remember if you concentrated real hard.

Let's get her comfortable.

She'll concentrate better if she was riding a chair.

Craig Carroll, you can remember sucking your mama's tit, letting

your tongue play around the rosette, feeling the nipple get hard and firm,

and then putting your lips around it, your tongue still touching the tip,

and then drawing on it, drawing and sucking, sucking and drawing

until you get milk.

You remember getting milk, baby?

Remember?

Remember?

Drawing warm, sticky, sweet milk.

Sticky, warm, lovely milk. Right from your mama's tit.

Oh, you're a hot bitch, aren't you?

Oh, Eddie, faster, faster.

Yes, yes.

Oh, yes.

I'll bet your old lady is just as hot, juicy as you are.

And I ain't gonna be happy till I pour my juice to your mama.

Really? Just like I done to you.

Oh, no.

Mama wanted to go shopping by herself today.

How was she feeling this morning?

She seemed fine.

She sure can bake.

My ma's the world's worst.

Mama was always good at anything she did.

Anything.

Hi, Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, Pete, you startled me.

I'm sorry I'm all alone here.

I like you, Mrs. Robinson.

I like you too, Pete. You're a nice boy.

No. Well, you liked the first one just fine.

Come on, how about another?

That wouldn't be right.

Of course it would be right.

What about Ann? Isn't she enough for you?

You're kidding.

These kids drive me out of my bird.

Oh, please.

Please.

I want

to

feel your insides around me, baby.

And pump my juice into you.

i've got to admit she's got me hot too my mother there's just

something about her she's sexy

i can't eat any more of this

my ma taught me it's a sin to throw away food

Mama, your bags are packed.

Why are your bags packed?

I have to go home, Carol.

But why, Mama?

I just can't stay. It wouldn't be right.

Was it something Eddie did?

Pete, what did he do? Did he insult you?

It would be better for everyone if I just go quietly.

Mama, Pete and Anna and Eddie and I,

we're a foursome.

I don't want to be a source of trouble between Anna and Pete.

Mama, you're not listening.

The four of us are very close friends.

Pete screws me with Anna and Eddie in the same room.

They're screwing too, Mama.

They're screwing each other.

And there are other combinations too numerous to mention.

You're a swinger, my little girl.

My baby is a husband swamper.

Mama, I can tell you now.

I'm a very hot, horny girl.

I discovered that in high school.

After I married Eddie and we moved here... Wasn't he horny enough for

you? Yes, Mama.

He's ready at the drop of a pair of panties.

The day Anna and Pete moved in next door...

Pete began to drop in while Letty was at work.

It was nice.

Very nice.

Till Letty walked in on us one day.

What did they do, fight over you?

No.

It was very civilized.

We called Ann in and told her.

Then we decided that...

Since we were all attracted to each other, we could share each other.

Without jealousy, without anxiety.

Mama, the boys would be very disappointed if you left. So would Anna.

And I'd be very unhappy.

I'd feel as if you disapproved of me.

I couldn't face the others after we've had this discussion.

I won't say a word, Mama.

Okay, baby.

Just give me a little time to get used to the idea.

What can I do for you?

Mrs. Mullet?

Mrs. Mullet isn't in at the moment.

Well, I'm the delivery boy from the supermarket.

I'll take the delivery.

I've got to collect $36.20.

I'll pay it.

20 cents, 20, 30, 5, 6, and this is for you.

Are you warm enough?

You should be wearing a coat on a cold day like this.

Cocoa.

Please, have some cocoa. It'll warm you.

It'll keep you warm for a long time.

Well, I really don't have any time. It'll only take a minute.

Well, I wish I could, but I gotta go.

An order. Wait, an order.

You can put an order in for me, can't you?

Five pounds of... Oh,

a pencil. Wait. A pencil, a paper.

of unbleached flour, five pounds of

granulated sugar, apples,

green apples, five pounds,

and a quart of heavy cream.

That'll do it.

But... I want you to deliver it, okay?

I'll deliver it.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Exquisite. Mmm.

Delicious.

It's past my bedtime.

I think I'll say goodnight now. Hey.

How about our wine?

I thought we had a date.

I had enough wine last night to last me, thank you. Goodnight, Mama.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Yeah, but you know, I can't help hollering when you do that.

So holler.

Well, what about your ma?

I decided to stop worrying about my ma.

It would do her good to hear.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Sorry.

It was my turn last night.

It's your turn tonight.

We're just going to split you right up the middle, baby.

So be ready.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, God.

Oh,

yes. Oh, Carol.

any harder.

Just put them right here.

$5.80.

$7? That's an awfully big tip for a $5 order.

Thank you.

Would you like some pie and coffee?

Your mama must really be something.

When we got home, Pete couldn't keep his mouth shut about how your ma had drained

his crankcase.

Slept right through the alarm this morning.

Limped around with backache and leg cramps until he left for work.

You have the same effect on him.

He's always gimping around with leg cramps and sore kidneys after you've

finished with him.

Probably like mother like daughter or something like that.

Just part of our hidden charm.

Say listen, I better get going. I wouldn't want to get canned on that job.

I have I Want

you

to have this why Because I I just want you to have it.

Please try it on

You know, I needed something.

Hey, listen, I better get going, huh?

Well, my name's Ken Pauling. I live at number 9 Corbett Lane.

A hired room.

I'd really be happy if you'd drop by sometime to see me.

know your name?

Jennifer. Jennifer Grove.

I don't know why I told you Grove.

That was my name a long time ago.

Before I was 17.

Maybe, maybe it's because you make me feel the way, the way I did then.

Well, goodbye, Jennifer.

And Jennifer Grove.

up before either eddie or me she got breakfast ready and bounced out the door

full of zing before we even staggered out of bed disgusting i'll bet

she'll even have a cream pie for us tonight hope so anyway she sure makes

cream pies like i never tasted hey the boys have bowling

tonight

Why don't we take your mama to shandaras?

Why not?

Mama's education shouldn't be neglected at this late date.

Let's get our coats.

You mean we're going like this? We'll freeze our asses off.

Shandara does not receive anyone in tainted clothes.

And this is untainted?

Pure silk.

Untainted. Tainted clothing interferes with the vibrations.

You said she was married to three men at the same time?

Each of them lives a ways away.

They visit only by invitation.

In untainted silk?

In untainted silk.

Come on.

I am Shandara.

I am happy to welcome you.

You have brought Shandara a true bahadaya.

Such vibrations I haven't felt for almost seven years.

You're very sexual, madam.

You're capable of giving exquisite pleasure.

Follow me.

I think she likes your vibrations.

She doesn't exactly hate my tits either.

We have achieved contemplative serenity.

We are now ready to accept the exquisite pleasures of each other's vibrations.

In Kali's name, I've never felt such vibrations.

Feel your vibration.

By Kali, you must renounce the tainted world.

Boy, did Shandara ever go for my mother.

And your mama gave as good as she got.

Yeah, they almost turned each other inside out.

Yeah, everybody goes for mama.

They always did.

I sort of feel like I'm in her shadow.

Again.

I'm Mrs. Fields, your neighbor from apartment 3B.

Won't you come in, Mrs. Fields?

I thought it was about time that we got to know each other better.

Much better.

Can I offer you some coffee?

And my mother's cake?

Your mother?

Oh, yes, she's here on a visit.

Mrs. Fields, this is my mother, Mrs. Robinson.

That's your mother.

How do you do, Mrs. Robinson?

Just call me Jenny.

My friends call me Carrie.

My, what a beautiful mother you have.

When my brats grow up, I should only look half as good as you do.

Let's have some coffee and cake.

Ken, do you have a girl?

I mean, a steady girl.

I'm married.

About a year ago, she ran away with a friend of mine.

Took every cent we saved.

I fell apart, I guess.

Couldn't hold down any kind of steady job.

I was a mess. I guess I still am.

Ken, may I hold your hand?

What are we gonna do about Carrie Fields?

Mrs. Fields? What's wrong with her?

Nothing, except she's getting strong vibes from us.

So let's have her in one night. Give her the full treatment.

Pretty good legs.

I'll bet she's a hot one.

Nice small tits.

Her old man probably balls her once a week.

That means she's horny. I suggest we have Mrs. Fields in as soon as possible.

before anything happens to cool her off.

Not much, is it?

Four walls.

A roof.

A place to shut out the world for a time.

Nice place you have here.

It was really nice of you to invite me.

Especially tonight.

It's Sam's night to go. I have somebody I want you to meet. Peter?

Peter Winton.

Mrs. Fields.

Thank you. This is my best girlfriend's husband.

Mrs. Mullet, it was your husband I was most anxious to meet.

Oh, yes, you must meet Edward.

Oh, yes.

Oops, my goodness, they're fucking harder.

Oh, yes, I do believe they are.

You must think I spend all my time fingering you.

I love it.

I just want to find out everything about you.

I want to search out every nook and cranny about you.

Where did you spend the day?

Walking in the park.

It's starting to snow again.

Mama.

Is all this too much for you?

You mean the pleasure?

I suppose I should lie to you now.

Tell you I'm repelled by it.

I should urge you, my child...

towards a life of monogamy.

But I can't.

Because I love it, Carol.

I love every spasm... every

quiver... every orgasm.

I am your daughter.

There's no doubt about that.

Oh.

Jennifer, I've got a chance for a job on the West Coast.

Would you... Would you go there with me?

What about Carol?

I'm asking you to go with me.

Why me?

Where do I start?

You're exciting.

Carol's not exciting.

Carol's exciting, too.

But you've flipped me out.

Oh, two cream pies.

Tell you what, I have some stew meat at home.

I'll make my specialty beef stew. I'll bring it here, we'll eat it, and we'll

have cream pies for dessert.

Great. Do you have enough for the five of us? Oh, sure.

Okay. You won't need for five. I won't be here tonight.

My bags are ready. They're in my room.

Would you get them for me, darling, and call a taxi, please?

Yeah.

Wasn't that the supermarket delivery boy?

Mama, you're much older than he is.

So I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

Nothing is permanent, baby, nothing.

But why?

Why are you leaving with this guy?

You're wanted here very much.

You all want me.

But he needs me.

I love you, baby.

I know that, Mama.

As a matter of fact, I love you all.

Perhaps too much.

Well, at least we still have her pies anybody want a piece I Wonder

why maybe we were pushing her too hard

She

left because of me

Mama knew that We were developing feelings about

each other Feelings

Always there under different guises

Feelings that neither one of

us could handle

They once came to the surface.

I understand Carol.

They'd never understand.

My goodness, there's no reason to be so depressed.

Not with all that pie sitting there cooling.

Not to mention the fact that we have at our fingertips the daughter of the young

American housewife.

If she could only bake.