Alicia Anderson wondered what it would be like to have a young stud to fuck her regularly. It seemed that every married woman in the world was having an affair these days except her. Even Zenobia Grant -- that decrepit old bag on the soap opera Alicia sat here watching as the rain poured down outside -- was having an affair. The old bag, with her six face lifts and inch-thick makeup, was presently locked in the muscular embrace of the young stableboy who tended her husband's prize horses. The stableboy had to be at least a half century younger than Zenobia. Alicia she'd never be able to figure out the stableboy's lust for the old bag. She also knew that if there was any justice in the world, Zenobia would be caught in the act one of these days by her husband and banished forever from his luxurious estate.
Admit it, Alicia, you're insanely jealous, she told herself as she switched off the TV with the remote control and turned her attention from the blank screen to the rain sliding down the windowpane. You're jealous because Zenobia has something you don't have -- a young lover.
Alicia glanced at the pictures of her three sons that were arranged on a walnut table nearby. All the pictures were recent school portrait photos. Her three blond sons stared back at her.
Mark, the oldest, captain of his high school swim team, gave her a cocky grin, almost a smirk. He was broad shouldered, long limbed and exuded self-confidence.
Shawn, two years younger than Mark, gave Alicia that blank, serious look. Shawn was the musician of the family. He spent more time at the piano than he did sleeping. Compared to Mark, he was frail and pale.
Ricky, the youngest, gave Alicia his usual wicked grin, his nose upturned and freckled, his teeth dazzling white in contrast to his deep tan. The only thing missing from the picture was his little league baseball cap, which he wore backward almost all the time.
What do I have to be jealous of? Alicia asked that accusing voice in her head. I have three gorgeous sons and Zenobia doesn't have even one. I have a rich husband, a big beautiful house, all the free time I want, and three of the best sons in the world. If anybody should be jealous, it should be Zenobia.
Zenobia has a lover, that persistent little voice said. Zenobia is having an affair with a muscular young man, no less. Zenobia is being satisfied in ways you've almost forgotten about, Alicia -- in ways you've almost forgotten.
Alicia jumped up off the couch and went to the window.
What a rotten day, she thought, trying to quiet that nagging, taunting little voice. Why does it have to rain and rain and rain?
Alicia couldn't remember when she'd last seen the sun. The winter rains were depressing. Being cooped up in a mansion day after day while the rains hammered the windows put depraved ideas into her head. It was during rainy season that Alicia sometimes wished she lived in a small ranch-style home instead of this monstrosity.
She checked her watch. Thank God she'd be leaving for the health club in a half hour. She would put in a hard hour with the weights, then hit the swimming pool for fifteen minutes before her massage at five. She especially looked forward to the massage. Thomas, the 19-year-old masseur, was the most talented masseur Alicia had ever met. Those big warm hands of his could relax her magically. He could put her sleep in minutes.
And he looks just like Zenobia's stableboy, said that nagging voice. Doesn't he, Alicia? You'd like to fuck him, wouldn't you, Alicia? Just once, you'd like to fuck him and see what it's like to fuck a cock other than Paul's. Paul isn't quite the man he used to be. You hardly ever see him anymore. And when he's home from his continent hopping, he has so little time for you. It's as if he's forgotten he even has a wife.
Alicia watched the rain come down. She wondered if it was raining in Japan right now, which was where Paul was supposed to be. Paul's business was international trade. He spent ten months of each year outside the U.S., much of his time in the Orient. Alicia wondered -- Paul being abroad so much of the time -- whether maybe he hadn't gotten involved in some affairs.
He's probably got a whole harem over there, that nagging voice said. And here you are, afraid to even flirt with a man. Here you are, thirty-nine years old, and you've only fucked one cock in your life. How many cocks has Zenobia fucked, Alicia? And when was the last time Paul's middle-aged cock really satisfied you? Be honest, Alicia. You're lonely, you're frustrated, and you're not getting any younger. You work out hard, you take care of yourself, and you've got the figure and looks of a younger woman. But how long will that last? Take a chance, Alicia. Grab your pleasure while you still can -- before it's too late.
"Oh, that boy!" Alicia ran from the TV room, down the hall and into the foyer. She threw open the front door.
Ricky, resembling a drowned rat, trudged in through the door, his sneakers squishing. "Gotta get my raincoat," he said, panting hard from his sprint through the rain and up the front walk. He shivered, clutching himself.
Alicia whisked off his baseball cap, showering the oak wall with rainwater. "Why didn't you wear your raincoat to school?"
"Forgot it. Got a ride to school, remember?" He started for the hallway, leaving a puddle behind.
Alicia caught him. "Take off your shoes. Hilda's on vacation and I'm not going to clean up after you."
The boy groaned and tugged off his sneakers, plopping two bare feet on the brick floor of the foyer.
"Didn't you wear socks?" Alicia said.
"Forgot," the boy said, turning for the hallway.
"Wait. On second thought, you take off all those wet clothes right here."
"But Mom, I just wanna get my raincoat. I'm going right back out. I'm late already because I had to run all the way home for the raincoat."
"You're not going anywhere soaked to the bone," Alicia said. "Your newspapers can wait. In fact, I want you to get in the bathtub and warm up before you get dressed."
"But Mom, I might get fired if I'm late. I'll lose my paper route."
"If you get fired for delivering late on a day like this, then they can have their old route. You don't need a paper route, anyway. Your father gives you an allowance each week worth what you'd make on twenty paper routes."
"But I like it, Mom. I just like being a paperboy."
Alicia shook her head. "All right, paperboy. You can go out and deliver, just as soon as you warm up and get on some dry clothes."
The boy groaned, but he undressed as she'd asked, keeping his back to her. His teeth chattered, and his skinny body shook all over. The water beaded on his tanned back and rolled down like water off the back of a duck. As he peeled off his pants, he reveled skin that was shockingly white in contrast to his deeply tanned torso.
"Get up into the bathtub," Alicia said. "You're on the verge of hypothermia."
"What?"
"Just get up there." Alicia followed her naked son down the plushly carpeted hall way and up the carpeted stairs. Her eyes never left his flexing little asscheeks.
She hadn't seen any of her sons naked in a long time. Ricky was still a boy, still completely hairless, but there was something about the shape of his body that hinted of manhood. Maybe it was a hint of muscles about to sprout, or a slight wideness of his shoulders and upper back in contrast to his boyish hips. Whatever it was, Alicia found herself wanting to see more of the boy.
She followed him into the bathroom. "Get under the shower. Quick."
"But Mom --"
"You're shaking like a leaf. We've gotta warm you up." She stopped the boy before he could close the shower door, then reached in and turned on the water, adjusting it to a steamy temperature.
The boy stood there, half turned so she couldn't see his cock. "I can take my own shower, Mom."
"Just get under the water and be quiet."
"Ouch! It's too hot!"
"You'll get used to it. Now get under there." She grabbed his hips and pulled him completely under the drenching spray.
His boy-prick was standing straight out. His cock looked about five inches long and about as thick as a hot dog. The purplish head of his cock peeked from its foreskin.
Alicia swallowed, stunned by the sight of her youngest son's cock. Not only was his cock big, but it was hard and straight as an arrow. As she gazed at his uncut cock, she felt a rush of tightness in cunt.
"Why don't I go soak in the hot-tub?" Ricky said, trying to turn away. "I'd get warmer faster in the hot-tub."
Alicia had to think fast. "You need more than a soak, young man. You need a good scrubbing as well."
"The dirt'll soak off in the hot-tub."
"And pollute the water," Alicia said, reaching for a bar of soap. "The hot-tub's to be used only after you take a bath. You know that. Now you just hold still. You're filthy."
The boy squirmed, but Alicia had a good hold on him and she started to soap up his back.
"Hold still," she said, and whacked him on the ass.
The boy crossed his arms, pouting. The water fell on his head and his long hair covered his eyes. Alicia couldn't tell if he had his eyes closed or not. She turned him back away from the spray so she could rinse his back. She took his arm and soaped it, working her hand under his armpit until he giggled.
"There, that's not so bad, is it?" she said. "You starting to feel warmer?"
"Uh-huh," he grunted, a thin smile on his lips.
The boy's prick was angling upwards now. His foreskin had retracted almost completely off the cockhead and his prick appeared to have grown another half inch. Alicia noticed his ball-sac now. It was hairless, pink, and swollen. She resisted an urge to kiss his balls.
She soaped the boy's chest, feeling his muscles contract under her fingers. She was sweating in the steamy heat, her blouse wet nearly to her waist. She reached up and turned off the water.
"We'll leave it off now, until we can rinse you," she said. "You do feel warm now, don't you?"
"Real warm," the boy mumbled. He parted the hair over his eyes with two hands and hooked it back over his ears. His eyes were closed. He stood there passively as Alicia worked her soapy hands over his smooth skin.
You're out of your mind, Alicia told herself, her hands working as if possessed. This is your own son, for heaven's sake! He's too old for his mother to give him a bath. And you're not just giving him a bath. You're getting a sexual thrill out of playing with his naked body. You can't get your eyes off his cock. Control yourself, you evil woman. Control yourself.
In answer to these thoughts, there was a snicker in Alicia's mind. It was the snicker of that usually nagging, usually taunting voice. But that voice wasn't saying a word now. It was just chuckling as Alicia worked, and snickering at Alicia's fears and doubts.
Alicia was panting, her breathing loud in the shower stall. Ricky's prick twitched just inches from her nose. She felt the perverted desire to take his stiff young cock in her mouth and suck on it. She'd never done anything like that before -- although she'd often felt such desires. She'd never even gotten up the nerve to suck on her husband's cock.
Ricky sighed. He was trembling slightly again, although his skin was exuding heat.
"Are you getting cold, darling?"
"Uh-huh," the boy said.
"If you get cold, let me know and we'll turn the water back on."
Ricky just sighed, nodding.
Alicia slid her soapy hands up and down the boy's slim belly. She caressed his flanks, slipping her fingers under his arms again. He hadn't a hair in his armpits. He hadn't a hair on his balls or on his groin. Her hands moved down, working soap onto his lower back, onto his ass. As her fingers slid into the crevice between his asscheeks, he caught his breath and his prick flexed.
Oh, God! Alicia thought. Oh, my God! Her face was flushed with a terrible heat. A maddening throbbing had begun in her pussy. She felt like grabbing at her cunt and squeezing.
She soaped Ricky's legs, moved down and washed his feet, working her fingers between his toes. The size of his feet and toes amazed her, just as the size of his cock and balls amazed her. He had over- sized hands, too. Neither his feet, hands, nor cock appeared the right size for his skinny young body.
"Don't you ever wash your feet?" she scolded. "And when's the last time you cleaned your toenails?"
The boy didn't respond. His breathing came fast.
Alicia slid her hand back up. She rubbed his ass, working her fingers into the crevice, squeezing his rubber asscheeks. She took a deep breath, her face on fire, her mind buzzing, and she moved her hands between her son's legs, soaping up his naked crotch.
"Oooh!" the boy breathed. "Oh, man!" His words were barely audible. His soapy toes curled against the porcelain of the tub.
Alicia was breathing as if she'd just run up three flights of stairs. Her heart was banging in her chest. She couldn't control her hands.
Ricky's soapy feet slid on the floor of the tub as he spread his legs. His knees were shaking.
Alicia's hands filled with his balls, squeezing them, rolling them gently, caressing his balls. They were like fat rubber eggs. And the boy's sac-skin was incredibly soft.
"Oooh!" he whispered. "Ohhh, oooh!" His eyes were still clamped shut and his head nodded slightly from side to side.
Alicia's eyes were blurry with tears -- tears of lust. Her cunt felt as if it had swollen to the size of a fist between her legs -- and it throbbed maddeningly. She squeezed her legs together, working her wet cuntlips against each other.
Ricky's prick pointed straight at the ceiling, its head a shiny purplish-red, blue veins straining to burst on its cream-colored shaft. Its piss-hole stood wide open, a clear fluid oozing out as the prick throbbed.
Alicia played with Ricky's balls, sliding her soapy fingers all around and under them, up and down his crotch, up into his asscrack. His toes wriggled. He crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself.
"I hope you've been keeping this thing clean," Alicia mumbled. Her hand curled around the shaft of his cock.
The stiff young fuckrod quivered, flexing.
"I mean, you've gotta remember to always wash under the skin. That's the main thing." Alicia peeled the boy's foreskin all the way off the cockhead, pulling it down tightly.
The underside of the foreskin was flushed. The cockhead looked as if it would pop off the cockshaft. Alicia squeezed, unable to believe how hard her son's prick was. Paul's cock had never been this hard.
Ricky panted. His skinny body shook all over.
"Always soap it up good and make sure to wash under the skin," Alicia mumbled.
Her soapy hands slid up and down her son's swelling prick. THe cockhead felt like an ember in her palm. The prick was still growing. His cock had to be six inches long now, and fat, and frighteningly hard. She was afraid the skin on the cockrod would split and that Ricky's naked, skinless prick would explode out into her hand.
"Ooooh!" Ricky whimpered under his breath. His toes kept clutching at the floor of the tub. Prick-lube oozed like sap from his open piss-hole. His skinny loins wiggled and he began to thrust, fucking his stiff prick in Alicia's closed fist.
Alicia squeezed, jerking her hand up and down Ricky's cockshaft. She watched its purplish head pop out again and again between her encircling thumb and forefinger. His hairless groin collided repeatedly with the heel of her hand.
The boy's loins worked as if driven by a spring, humping with what appeared to be an instinctive rhythm. As her son fucked his burning prick in and out of Alicia's soapy hand, Alicia was reminded of a young male dog mounted on a bitch. Ricky's skinny body resembled young dog's she thought for some odd reason. And he was humping like a young dog out of control.
His eyes were open now, glassy and glazed. The boy looked as if he were in a trance. His loins thrust, driving his stiff prick. His belly muscles stood out rippling washboard as his body undulated with lust and pleasure.
Alicia imagined she could feel his prick in her cunt. Each time he thrust, her cunt contracted, and she imagined a stiff cock fucking deep into her, working between her swollen pussylips, filling her stiff clit. Her toes curled in her shoes. She clamped her legs together fiercely and rhythmically.
Ricky's prick flexed hard. He shivered violently and let out a gasp. A shuddering vibration shot through his pick and his jism squirted out against the tiled wall of the shower stall.
"Oh Ricky!" Alicia gasped, shaking all over, her hand filled with his bucking cock.
Before he could shoot again, Alicia shoved her face in front of his cock and caught his second spurt of cum in her open mouth. As the milky jism splashed against the back of her throat, a whirling heat saturated her loins and her cunt exploded with pleasure.
She groaned, unable to control her voice. Her cunt contracted again and again as she worked her legs against each other. Hot needles of pleasure flooded her fuckhole and spread throughout her loins. As her body vibrated with orgasm, she maintained her jerking grip on Ricky's cock and caught his hot spurts of cum in her mouth. She swallowed the sweet alkaline cock cream as fast as it came. Gazing up, she saw Ricky's eyes rolled back to the white slits. He was whimpering as if he were being whipped.
As her orgasm subsided, Alicia was overcome with a sense of embarrassment and shame such as she had never felt. She released her son's cock as if it were radioactive. His prick was still stiff as a bone and pointed straight up. She turned on the shower again, this time full blast. Without daring to look into her son's face, she closed the stall door.
"Rinse off good," she called to him, unable to keep her voice fm sounding strained and thin. "Then put on warm clothes, and for goodness-sakes, don't forget your raincoat." She tried to laugh nonchalantly, but it sounded glaringly artificial.
The boy said nothing. She could see his blurred shape through the glass stall as he turned this way and that, rinsing himself. A straight rod protruded from his groin like a barrel of a pistol, wagging as he moved.
"I'm late for my workout," she called, wishing he'd answer so she could hear the tone of his voice. "If I get done early enough, and if you and your brothers haven't eaten someplace, I'll cook something."
"You?" He sounded almost shocked.
"Yes, me. I can cook, you know. We didn't always have Hilda around to do the cooking and housework, you know."
"Oh yeah, sure," he said, although he didn't sound at all convinced.
"Well, we didn't," Alicia said. "See you later. And stay dry. I don't want you dying of hypothermia on me."
"What?"
"Never mind, I've gotta run."
Alicia fled the bathroom, relieved she'd gotten away so easily. Ricky didn't sound at all upset by what had happened. He sounded as if he'd forgotten all about it already.
That was the way he sounded, anyway.
Chapter 2
The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the least. The rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it clear of the windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alicia would have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else into the center of the city where everything was within walking distance or only a short drive away. Alicia would never get used to freeways.
Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the downpour. They took her mind off what had happened at home. She didn't want to think about what she'd done with Ricky. It was as if she'd gone temporarily insane. She couldn't believe she'd jacked off her young son and gulped down his jism! She would never do it again. Never, never, never!
She concentrated on her driving, her stomach tightening as cars cut in and out in front of and behind her. She wasn't going to kill herself trying to keep up with the stampede.
As the rain pelted the windshield, she found herself momentarily visualizing a glass showerstall door. She caught a glimpse of a slender shape behind the glass, a stiff cock jutting upward and wagging as the shape moved. She blinked and the vision was gone, replaced by windshield wipers and cars cutting in and out in front of her.
Forget it, she ordered herself. Forget it once and for all. Don't ever think about it again. Think about something else.
She remembered Ricky's apparent surprise when she'd suggested that she might cook dinner tonight. He really didn't believe she could cook, did he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn't believe she could keep house, either.
Well, she couldn't blame him too much. They'd hired Hilda shortly after Ricky was born. Ricky had never known another cook or housekeeper. Even when Hilda had taken vacations -- as she was doing now for a few weeks -- they'd hired temporary cooks and housekeepers. The only reason Alicia hadn't hired a temporary servant this time was that she hadn't gotten around to it yet.
Alicia suddenly envisioned herself cooking a meal for the boys. She saw herself doing housework, washing clothes. Maybe she ought to try these things again. Maybe they'd do her some good, help fill up and order her somewhat empty and aimless days. She was herself waxing floors, throwing dirty underwear into the washer.
She laughed at herself. You can't be serious, Alicia, she thought. Then she realized she was serious.
We'd have to fire Hilda, she thought, and then felt a sense of relief, almost elation. Maybe it would be worth going back to work just to get rid of Hilda. The old bag was getting worse every year. She demanded more and more time off, demanded more and more pay, and had just about taken over rule of the house. It was only when Paul was home that Hilda acted like a servant and not like the mistress of the house. The moment Paul flew off to Japan or someplace, Hilda became her grim, demanding, bitchy self again. Wouldn't it be nice to be rid of her sour puss once and for all?
Alicia was feeling high as an air balloon above the rain clouds as she exited the freeway. She'd try out getting back to work. If she could swing working again, it would be bye-bye Hilda. Paul would never agree to firing Hilda for another housekeeper. But Paul couldn't deny Alicia's wish to resume the duties of a housewife.
"Good-bye, Hilda, and good riddance," Alicia said aloud as she swung into the parking lot of the health spa.
She surged through her workout in the exercise room in record time, working with free weights and the universal machine. By the time she finished, she was tight and tingly all over.
She went to the locker room and stripped in front of the wall mirror. In the subdued overhead light, her sweaty body looked as if it were sheened with oil. Her tan thighs needed some work. With all the rain, she'd been unable to get any sun in over a week. She liked having big, deeply tanned, tits and an ass to match, and having these blend with her tan on her back, arms, belly and legs. Her tits appeared especially large today, with her cherries as big as silver dollars and studded with erect bumps. Her nipples looked good enough to suck on, even to her.
She went to her locker and got her bikini, then returned to the mirror to dress. She didn't care who was watching her. She dressed slowly, pulling the panties up her smooth legs until she'd covered her golden pussy. Her tit cups covered hardly more than two-thirds of her nipples. She ran her brush through her hair a few times, until it shone like yellow gold. Then she shoved her hair behind her shoulders, feeling the ends of it tickle the center of her naked back as she walked out of the locker room under the envious scrutiny of the other women.
She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson," said the wide-shouldered young man in his white uniform.
"That's entirely all right, Thomas," Alicia was struck again at how much the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant's stableboy, with his sheepish expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling into his eyes.
"If you're ready, I can take you early," he said, his eyes on her tits. "I have a cancellation."
"Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning booth."
"I'll get the table ready," Thomas said, glancing once more at Alicia's tits before heading on down the hall.
Alicia lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her bikini, her eyes covered with opaque black glasses. She turned every little while so she'd tan evenly. She thought of her upcoming massage, could almost feel Thomas's big strong fingers on her flesh, relaxing totally. She realized her cunt was throbbing, realized it hadn't stopped throbbing since she'd entered the bathroom with her naked son. Her muscles pumped and tingling, her skin sleek with a sheen of sweat, her pussy pounding like a heart, she felt more and more sensuous as she posed under the ultraviolet light, tanning her smooth skin.
What would Thomas's reaction be if she let him remove her bikini today? It was her choice -- to get her massage while wearing her bikini, or to be naked. She'd been getting massages from Thomas for over a year, but always with her bikini on. Thomas never failed to ask her before each massage, though, whether she preferred waring the bikini or removing it.
The buzzer went off in the ultraviolet booth, signaling Alicia that she'd had enough. As she sat up and slid off the tanning table, she felt a tightening in her cunt and a twinge of anxiety in her stomach. After she put her bikini back on, she left the tanning room, heading down the hall to the massage room in a partial daze.
Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel. The moment Alicia walked into the room, he quickly slid around the table and shut the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He turned down the lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage table took on a slightly yellowish cast.
"Warm oil?" he asked.
"Yes," Alicia said. "As warm as you can get it."
"It's heated and read," he said. "And you prefer wearing your bikini?"
Alicia paused for a moment. "No," she said. "No, I think I'd be more comfortable with it off today. I'd like to try it that way once."
The boy didn't respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as if he couldn't understand what she'd just said, as if she'd spoke in a foreign language. "Off?" he said, almost with a frown.
"Off," Alicia said. She reached behind her to untie her halter. "Will you help me, Thomas?"
"Well...well, I mean, sure," the boy mumbled. His fingers fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.
Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it up. Alicia shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could straighten himself.
"Please, Thomas," she said, "will you help me with these?"
The boy's face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the panties off over Alicia's bare feet. The musky aroma of Alicia's moist cunt rose in the air.
Alicia lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table. She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked, liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked before.
Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alicia's neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.
Alicia sighed as the young man's big fingers began to knead and stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within seconds, Alicia's entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn't want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.
Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it, working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alicia felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alicia sighed, almost moaned.
The boy's hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up, milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both her feet and legs were limp and tingling.
He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big fingers massaged her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits, spreading hot oil all over them, squeezing her tits, his fingers rotating over the erect cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, Alicia's cunt contracted and a small spurt of hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen cuntlips. She moaned, writhing.
His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down. Alicia opened her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her legs. As he fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alicia gasped.
The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt. He rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning, mumbling. He pushed his hands under Alicia's thighs, lifted them, spread them wide. Alicia grabbed the backs of her knees to steady her legs in the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her cunt up completely. The boy's fat tongue slid between her pussylips.
"Mmmm, mmmm!" Thomas moaned as he munched. He sucked on Alicia's swollen pussylips, chewed on them. His tongue twisted, fucked in and out, probing, licking, tasting.
"Oh Thomas!" Alicia gasped. "Oh God!"
She couldn't believe this was happening. Not even her husband had ever done anything like this to her before. She'd had deep dark fantasies about a man licking her pussy, but she'd never dreamed her fantasies could ever become real.
"Lick!" she breathed. "Suck! Oh, yes!"
She let go of her legs, holding them up with her leg and hip muscles, and she massaged her oiled tits, pinching and rolling her nipples with oiled fingers. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, and she could tell by the way Thomas slurped and sucked that she was oozing hot fuck juices into his mouth.
"Make me come!" she moaned. "Oh, darling, make me come! Suck me off!"
She couldn't stand the heat and tension between her legs. The burning itch was going to make her scream. She wiggled her ass, rubbing her seething pussy in the boy's face, fucking herself on his probing tongue.
"Lick!" she gasped. "Suck! Oh, God!"
The boy growled like a dog. His teeth sank into her spongy pussylips, grated her clit. She saw stars. A fireball whirled through her loins and exploded. She jerked her ass, grunting, moaning, coming!
"Ohhhhh, darling!" she breathed, grinding her contracting cunt in the young masseur's mouth. "I'm coming, baby, lick it!"
Thomas slurped at Alicia's bubbling pussy furrow, his long tongue flapping. He licked her open cunt from one end to the other, even licking deep between her legs and tasting some of her ass. His tongue felt like a flaming snake to Alicia as it tortured her writhing crotch. He kept licking even after her contractions had passed. It was as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of her cunt and ass.
"Stop," she whimpered. "Oh God, it's too sensitive! Please stop!"
The young man straightened up, breathing hard. Cunt juice dripped from his chin, sweat from his nose. A few of Alicia's golden pussy hairs were glued to his lips. His eyes were glassy. He gazed down at her naked body as if hypnotized by it. He began to unbutton his shirt.
Alicia watched, fascinated and shocked as the boy took off his shirt. He was more muscular than sh'ed thought. His chest and abdomen looked like they'd been carved out of stone.
He looks so much like Zenobia's stableboy, Alicia kept telling herself -- to take her mind off the somewhat frightening reality of what was happening. The boy had pulled off his shoes and socks and now as pushing down his white pants. It's uncanny how much he looks like that stableboy, Alicia thought again.
The boy stood there in a pair of white bikini briefs. It looked as if a softball had been stuffed in his crotch. The boy pushed down the briefs and his cock sprung up and out.
His prick looked like a big veiny billyclub. And it throbbed. Alicia couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her husband's cock was nowhere near this big, this powerful looking. The boy's fuckrod almost frightened her.
Thomas mounted the massage table, climbing up at the foot end and kneeling above alice. His cock kept throbbing. His smooth skin was flushed from his face to his feet.
"Thomas," Alicia said. "Oh God, what are you doing?"
The boy was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down. He mumbled something, but Alicia couldn't make it out. He appeared totally flustered, the opposite of his usual professional self. He reached down, forcing Alicia's thighs back against her shoulders, opening her up. He moved forward, hooked his shoulders under her knees, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussyhole.
Alicia was shaking. He was going to fuck his prick into her cunt whether she wanted him to or not. She was powerless to sop him. He would rape her if she resisted.
She mumbled gibberish, unable to understand even herself.
The boy leaned into her, wiggling his loins. His prick forced her cuntlips wide. The cock-knob slid inside, then the prickshaft. With a smooth, gliding motion, every inch of his prick disappeared inside her pussy. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.
And Alicia groaned with him. It was such a delicious sensation as the boy fucked into her with his smooth hard prick. Oh God, she wanted to feel it again! She wished his cock were a mile long so she could feel it fucking into her for hours. That initial fuck-thrust felt so good.
She realized she was panting as fast as the boy was. She reached up, running her hands up and down his flanks. Her palms made caressing circles on his lower back. She stroked his ass.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck me!"
The boy started to move. His hands braced on the table along side her shoulders, he began to raise his loins. His cock slipped nearly out of her, then fucked back in as he simultaneously swung his hips and drove with his powerful thighs. His asscheeks contracted as he rammed his cock in to the balls.
Alicia moaned, her pussy saturated with itchy thrills. She clutched at his back with her tapered fingernails. As he pulled out and fucked in again, she wiggled her ass, screwing her cunt upward on his plunging cock.
"Oh Thomas, fuck me! Oh yes!"
The boy ground down on her, rubbing his chest against her oiled tits. His sweat dripped on her face. As his skin rubbed against hers, he became slippery with her oil. His sweat added more lubrication and soon their skin was making wet noises as it slid together.
"Let me wrap my legs around you," Alicia said. "I want to feel more of you."
The boy eased up for a few seconds to allow Alicia to slide her legs off his shoulders, over which they'd been hooked, and she got her legs inside his arms and flung them around his lower back. She clutched him with her arms and legs and he writhed in her embrace. She contracted her cunt around his buried cock, massaging his big prick with her cuntal muscles until he gasped. His cock flexed repeatedly inside her.
"It's just like a mouth," he muttered. "It sucks like a mouth." He lay on her with his full weight, rubbing himself against her oiled flesh, letting her pleasure his cock with her deft cunt.
She bit his jaw, licked his salty neck. "Fuck me," she growled, wanting to feel his cock move inside her some more. "Oh God, give it to me!" She clawed down his back, grinding her hairy groin against his. "Mmmm, fuck me!"
The boy looked delirious. He squirmed on top of her, rubbing his cock in circles inside her pussy. Her teeth gnawed his neck and she felt him shiver.
"Grind that big thing," she moaned. "Oh Thomas, move it!"
"Ohhhh mannn!" The boy thrust, thrust again, fucking his cock in deep.
"Oh, you brute, fuck me!" She couldn't get enough of this feeling, of the boy's muscular body and hard cock. She hadn't felt so possessed, so loved in years.
Thomas braced his elbows on the table, swinging his pelvis, plunging his fat prick. His prick-head popped in and out of the mouth of her womb. His cockshaft rippled against the sensitive wet meat meat of her swollen cuntlips.
"Ohhh yeahhh, yeahhhh!" he moaned, his eyes glazed over with lust. His prick swelled inside her cunt each time he thrust, hardening like steel. His abdomen smacked against hers, their sweaty, oiled flesh making sucking noises as it met, then pulled apart.
Alicia tossed her head, rolled it from side to side on the table. The small pillow had long ago been knocked aside and had fallen to the floor. She clung to the fucking youth, grunting and panting even louder than he was. Each time his prick fucked into her a zillion fuck-tingles flood her cunt and loins. Her cuntmeat swelled, growing tighter and tighter. It felt as if her lions would explode.
"Oh Thomas, oh God, baby, fuck me!" She clawed his back some more, not caring whether she ripped his skin. She ground her heels into his ass, spurring him on to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
"Oh! Oh God, oh shit!" The boy was shaking. The veins stood out on his neck and temples. He slammed his cock into her, fucking in again and again.
Alicia thought she'd die with pleasure. She was on the verge of exploding, and she wanted the feeling to last forever.
The boy rutted with one last barrage of fuck-thrusts. His body vibrated as if its every cell were quivering and ready to burst. His eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible.
Alicia held her breath. Her cunt contracted hard.
The boy shuddered. "God!" he gasped. "Oh fuck!" His jism surged into her pussy.
Alicia gripped him in a crushing embrace, feeling his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his jism spurting into her. Her cuntmeat tightened to near splitting, her toes curled under, and she melted into ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned, her cunt chewing up the boy's cum-spurting prick, her pelvis grinding, her nails digging in. "Ohhh, shoot it!"
The husky young masseur whimpered in her arms, fucking his sizzling cum-load deep into her pussy. His cock flexed repeatedly and her cunt responded by gripping, sucking, gnawing. She felt slick juices running out of her fuckhole and down her asscrack, whether cum or her own female fuck juices she didn't know. As her pussy filled with jism, the boy's plunging cock made obscene liquid noises inside her. When he finally pulled out, his cock was dripping with cum and pussy juice.
He climbed off the table and wiped his cock carefully with a hand towel. Still flushed to the bone, he quickly dressed.
"You can turn over now, Mrs. Anderson," he mumbled. "I'll do your back."
With an embarrassed giggle, Alicia flipped over. She almost fell asleep as the talented young man stroked and kneaded the muscles of her back. She came wide wake again, however, as the boy buried his face between her legs and licked her cummy cunt from behind.
Chapter 3
The rain hadn't lessened any. It was dark as Alicia drove home from the health club. The raindrops refracted the glow from lights momentarily, then were swept aside by the rhythmically swishing wipers. Alicia drove in a daze, hardly able to believe she had been fucked at the spa, not wanting to even think about it. She just wanted to get home and shower the smell of of that boy off her, then soak in the hot-tub with a drink in one hand. She needed to pull herself together.
She hadn't bothered to shower at the spa. Now, here she sat behind the wheel, sweaty and oily beneath her clothing, sticky between her legs. Thomas's cum seeped from between her cuntlips, keeping her crotch slick and wet. She just wanted to get home and wash away the evidence? she asked herself. You think it's that easy to undo what you've done? Don't bet on it, you faithless wife. You're as bad as Zenobia -- maybe worse. Zenobia may have fucked a stableboy or two in her time, but has she ever jacked off her own son, as you did this afternoon?
Alicia tromped on the accelerator, cutting out into the passing lane and joining all the other freeway maniacs in their mad rush. She was home in what seemed like minutes.
She slipped in the front door as quietly as she could, as if she were going to burglarize her own house. She didn't feel she could face anybody tonight. She just wanted a shower, a hot soak, a nightcap, and a warm bed. Tomorrow she would wake up and it would be new day and she could start fresh.
She removed her shoes in the foyer, listening to Shawn banging on the piano in the music room at the other end of the house. He was playing a fast, fiery piece and she was glad for it. His playing would block out any sounds she made.
She tiptoed down the hall, her bare feet sinking deep into the plush carpet, and she made it onto the basement stairs without meeting either Ricky or Mark. She didn't know where either of them were tonight, and she didn't care -- even if they were out running around in the rain. She just didn't want to confront them.
She went through the game room without bothering to turn on the overhead lights. Then she headed down the hall toward the hot-tub room at the far end of it. Immediately upon stepping into the dark hallway, she hesitated.
The door of the hot-tub room was open a few inches and a light was beaming into the hallway. Either somebody had left on the over head lights in the hot-tub room or somebody was in there now.
She bypassed the basement bathroom with its shower and crept toward the hot-tub room. If one of the boys was in the hot-tub, she'd give up all ideas of a quick shower and a soak. She'd clean up in her private bathroom adjoining her bedroom and lock herself in for the night. She just didn't want to talk to anybody tonight.
She was almost to the door when she heard splashing and some muffled squeaking.
"Mark, don't!" a girlish voice squealed. "Mark ---" the words were drowned out and became more muffled squeaks.
Alicia moved to the door and peeked into the room.
Mark, his body naked and glistening with water, stood up in the sunken hot-tub, crushing a naked girl in his arms and kissing her violently on the mouth. She squirmed in his arms, squealing and mumbling into his open mouth, chocking on his tongue. Mark rubbed against her, humping his cock at her wet belly, sliding his muscles against her tits. He stood a full head taller than she was. Her wavy blond hair dangled a little past her shoulders as he bore down on her, bending her head back and kissing her as if he wanted to shove his tongue all the way down her gullet.
Alicia's first impulse was to turn and walk away as if she hadn't seen a thing. She was shocked, but what could she do? She surely wasn't going to burst into the room and embarrass the two teenagers. She would just walk away and pretend she'd never come down here. She lingered for a few moments, having a hard time tearing her eyes away. Mark lifted one of the girl's legs, reached down and maneuvered his cock into position. He fucked his prick up her pussy as easily as if he were zipping up his pants.
Alicia froze where she stood.
Mark drew his mouth away from the girl's lips. She was gasping.
"Oh Mark, don't, oh God!"
Mark got his hands under her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. Mark bounced her up and down on his cock as if she weighed as much as a plastic doll, his big hands juggling her asscheeks.
The girl's eyes rolled drunkenly and she kept gasping as she slipped up and down on Mark's massive cocklance.
"Mark, we can't do it here. Oh Mark, God, we can't do this here. Oh, it feels so good, Mark, Jesus!"
"Don't worry," Mark said, licking her up-turned little nose. "I told you, nobody's gonna see us. My brothers never come down here at night. One's pounding on the piano and the other one's scared of the dark. And my mom is out eating or something. She's always gone in the evening."
Only because Hilda is such a bitch in the evenings, Alicia wanted to tell him. I can't stand being around this place when Hilda starts her evening bitching.
"And the maid is on vacation," Mark said. "The hot-tub is ours.
Christ, you're hot in there! Your pussy feels like a furnace."
The girl tossed her head deliriously. "Oh Mark, your cock is so big!"
"Ain't it, though!" Mark was grinning, humping upward as he bounced the slender girl up and down, driving his fuck-spike inside her. "Bet you've never had one so big. Bet you're getting a real nice stretch."
The girl was half-moaning, half-whimpering. She wriggled against Mark's muscular front, rubbing her rubbery young tits hard against him. "Oh God, deeper! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Mark growled, crushing her in a fierce embrace. His hips worked like a machine, his ass cheeks contracting, his big prick grinding inside the young girl.
The girl's toes clutched and wriggled, crossing and uncrossing, flexing and spreading. Mark chewed on the side of her neck and she let her head fall back. Her hair floated on the glinting water.
"Oh Mark, oh Mark! Oh God, that's good!"
The boy grinned, fucking into the deliriously squirming girl. He gripped her around the waist now, his big hands nearly encircling it. He jerked her slender body up and down as if she were a jack-off toy he was working up and down on his big fuck-tool. His juice-slick cock disappeared inside her again and again. Trickles of pussy cream ran from her pussy, dribbling like a thin sap over Mark's hugely swollen balls.
"Squirm, you hot little bitch! yeah, wiggle!" Mark craned his head downward, licking and biting at the whimpering girls neck and tits, as if he wanted to devour her. He wrapped his lips around one of her stiff nipples and sucked hard.
She snapped her head from side to side, her eyes rolling back. "I'm coming!" she moaned. "Oh, I'm coming, Mark! Ooohhh!"
Mark rammed his cock in her spasming pussy-hole until she squealed. Her body kept jerking and vibrating as the spasms ripped through her cock-stuffed cunt.
"Oh Mark!" she sighed. "Oh yessss!"
As her orgasm subsided, she fell back, her legs unraveling from around Mark's loins. He pushed her away, letting her slip off his rampant cock.
Alicia had to stifle a mumble of surprise as she glimpsed her oldest son's cock. It stood up at an acute angle to his flat belly, drenched with the girls' slick fuck juices and gleaming. His prick appeared even larger and thicker than Thomas's cock. As the big cock throbbed, Alicia salivated, her cunt tightening and saturated with an itch that made her want to moan. She had to biter her lip again to keep quiet.
"Bend over," Mark said. He grabbed the dizzy girl and turned here away from him. Then he pushed her forward, bending her over until her tits were mashed to the floor outside the sunken tub.
"Don't be so rough," the girl said. "And gimme a chance to cool off a little."
"Quit complaining and turn up your ass. Gimme a good look at it."
Mark pushed down on her lower back until she arched it, shoving her ass up at him. He massaged her creamy-white asscheeks, spreading them and rubbing his prick up and down between them. Then he shoved his cock down lower so he could fuck it into her cunt again.
"Not so fast," the girl complained. "Gimme a few minutes, huh? It's real sensitive in there right now."
"I'll bet it is," Mark said, and he rammed.
The girl snapped her head back, gasping. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
Mark laughed, fucking his cock in and out. His belly smacked her ass rhythmically.
The girl's eyes nearly popped out. She gasped and panted as if she were having a baby.
Mark hunched over her, his back rounded. He hugged her ass to his lower belly, grinding his cock inside her cunt, laughing as she squirmed.
The girl was helpless under him. She gasped and whimpered, wiggling her ass as Mark reamed out her super-sensitive cunt. After a few minutes, she stopped complaining and started to moan.
"Oh Mark, give it to me! Screw me, make me come again!"
Mark fucked his cock in and out slowly. She begged him for more, begged him to fuck faster, harder.
"You getting close?" he asked.
"Yeahhh!" she breathed, grinding her ass against his belly.
"Good," he said, and he pulled his cock out of her pussy.
She moaned. "Mark, don't tease me."
"You want me to shove it back in?"
"Oh God, yes!"
He spread her asscheeks, rubbing his pussy-juiced cock up and down between them.
She squirmed, moaning. "Come on, Mark, quit teasing. Shove it back in."
The boy's cockhead ground like a fist against her tiny pink ass pucker.
"Quit teasing," she whimpered. "Fuck me, damn it!"
The boy grinned wickedly. Suddenly, he thrust hard, his hips grinding. His prickhead split her assring wide open and fucked inside her asshole.
She arched her back, trembling, her eyes wide open in shock. "Mark, no!"
"Mark, yes!" the boy growled. He fucked his cock up her asshole until every inch of it had disappeared inside her.
The girl wriggled like a speared eel. "Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, please stop!"
"Mmm, you're tight," Mark breathed, his face flushed crimson. "Your asshole is so nice and tight and hot! Oh wowww!" He eased his cock halfway out, then fucked it back in. Before the girl could stop gasping enough to say anything, Mark had settled into a fast fucking rhythm.
She whimpered, tears running down her cheeks as Mark fucked her asshole. "It hurts," she sobbed. "Oh, it hurts!"
"Feels so good!" Mark muttered, his teeth clenched. "Mmm, I'm gonna fuck you all night!" His muscles rippled as he hunched over the helpless girl, grinding his huge fucker in her raped asshole.
Alicia thought she must be having a nightmare. How could Mark do such a thing? It was not only cruel, but perverted. There was her oldest son, committing a vicious rape upon a young girl's asshole.
"Mmm, you tight little bitch, move that ass!"
He gnawed on her shoulders, bit at her neck through her silky blonde hair. His ass rotated, ass cheeks contracting. His cock fucked in and out of the young girl's asshole.
Alicia couldn't believe such a thick, hard, long cock could actually be fucking such a tiny asshole. She expected to see blood gushing from the young girl's asshole, but all she saw was Mark's thick cock, like an ivory tusk, sliding easily in and out.
The girl stopped sobbing and lay there passively, letting the grunting boy fuck her asshole. After a minute she even stopped wincing. Suddenly, she was wiggling her ass in sensuous circles, grinding her asshole around and around on Mark's fucking cock.
"Yeahhh!" he growled. "That's it. Fuck that cock! Oh yeah!"
"Feels good!" the girl cried. "Oh Mark, I've never done this before! Oh God, I never knew it felt so good!"
"Shut up and fuck," Mark said, biting her hair and ripping at it playfully. "Come on, you pretty bitch, wiggle that ass, suck that cock with your asshole!"
He straightened up, swinging his hips and fucking his cock in and out of sucking shithole. He reached forward, getting his hands under her so he could play with her tits. He twisted on her nipples, tweaked and stretched them.
The girl arched back, her eyes rolling, her head nodding drunkenly from side to side. Her ass wiggled in tight little circles, devouring the boy's cock again and again. She'd sucked in her gut and her waistline looked tiny.
Mark fucked hard, ramming his fucker up her rotating ass, smacking his belly against her ass with a quick, intense rhythm. They grunted in unison, moaning, mumbling. Mark's cock made squishing sounds inside her asshole.
"I think I can come like this," the girl gasped, looking more delirious by the moment.
"Never fucked a chick who couldn't," Mark muttered. "They all love it up the ass." He slapped her ass playfully, fucking her faster and faster.
They reached a fucking frenzy within seconds. They looked as if they meant to destroy each other as he slammed her ass against his abdomen and as he rammed his cock up her ass like a piledriver. Pussy juice ran out of her cunt and down the insides of her thighs.
Mark fucked his cock in to the hilt, his eyes showing only their whites. He jerked fiercely, letting out a loud groan.
Alicia thought she could hear her son's cum spurting and splashing inside the girl's asshole.
The girl jerked as if she'd been shot. She was shaking, wriggling like an eel. "Ohhh Mark, I'm coming! Shoot it!"
"Fuck youuuu!" the boy grunted. "Oh, fuck your ass!" He pounded her ass with his belly, driving his cock in with sharp fuck- thrusts. "Take it, bitch, take it all!"
The girl writhed as if in pain. The expression of ecstasy on her face, however, showed that she was in anything but pain. She churned her ass in tight circles, vacuuming the cum from the boy's flexing, exploding cock. Mark hunched over her, fucking her ass, whimpering with pleasure as the last of his cum was sucked out.
Chapter 4
Alicia fled the basement in as state of disbelief bordering on shock. She'd always known that Mark was a girl-chaser, and that all the girls thought he was hot stuff. Even in grade school he had girls calling him all the time. She'd known he was hot with the girls, all right, but she'd never guessed just how hot. It was obvious that her son was sex maniac who had probably fucked every girl in his high school by now.
On the ground floor, the house was quiet. Shawn had either finished his piano practice or was taking a break. Alicia ran down the hallway and climbed the steps without being seen. The upstairs hallway was quiet.
Her shoes in one hand, her bare toes sinking into the carpet as she tiptoed toward her room, she felt uncomfortably sticky and gooey between her cuntlips. The masseur's cum was still trickling out of her pussy, little by little, and her own fuck juices had flowed freely as she'd watched Mark with the girl. She only wanted to get clean. She knew she'd jack off in the shower, but then she'd wash away all the filthy fuck fluids, the evidence of her degenerate lust and her infidelity to her husband.
Her bedroom door was half closed. It should have been wide open, as she always left it unless she was inside and didn't want to be disturbed. And there was a light on inside. Holding her breath, not knowing what to expect, she peered around the edge of the half- open door.
Shawn, clad in jeans, was rummaging in the clothes hamper in the closet, his head nearly buried in it as he kneeled in the closet doorway. His feet were bare, and he wasn't wearing a shirt.
What in the name of God? Alicia thought. He wasn't going to find any clean clothes there. That was her personal hamper for her dirty clothes.
The boy mumbled something and straightened up. As he got to his feet, he swung shut the closet door.
Alicia pulled back before he could turn around. She slipped into Ricky's dark bedroom across the hall and waited, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway.
Shawn appeared seconds later, opening her bedroom door completely, peering up and down the hallway, then reaching back to switch off the bedroom light before stepping out. He held something wadded up in his left hand. A few seconds later, he'd shut the door of his own bedroom behind him.
Alicia had never spied on her sons before. She didn't feel that invading another's privacy was right. HOwever, after what she'd inadvertently witnesses outside the hot-tub room, and because of the way Shawn was acting, she felt justified in in kneeling outside his bedroom door and taking a peek through the keyhole. He'd been snooping in her bedroom, after all, and it appeared that he'd taken something from her clothes hamper. It was her motherly duty to find out what he was up to.
She peeked through the keyhole just in time to see Shawn peel off his jeans. He wore no underwear underneath, and that shocked her. She couldn't believe shy young Shawn was not wearing underwear. Nor could she believe his cock.
His prick stood up like a billyclub, not a hair smaller than Mark's cock, and it throbbed as if Shawn had a naked girl lying on his bed with her legs spread and her cunt waiting. The boy's face was red, and he looked strangely like a man instead of like a frail young sophomore in high school and vaguely girlish features.
Alicia had never thought of Shawn as a sexual creature. It shocked her to see that his cock was hard. She'd never imagined him with a hard-on. Nor would she ever have been able to conceive that his cock was so large --- much bigger than his father's almost larger than his athletic brother's cock.
Her boy jumped on the bed and flopped back, spreading his legs, relaxing. Alicia could see the bottoms of his feet and his swollen brown balls. Though his skin appeared hairless, he sprouted a thatch of dark crotch hair on his groin. The hair was almost black, matching the sprigs of black hair in his armpits. The black hair contrasted with the blonde hair on his head. Alicia wondered from where he'd got the dark crotch hair and armpit hair.
Shawn had a pair of Alicia's dirty panties. He rubbed them on his skin as if they were a wash cloth. He rubbed them lightly over his balls and cock, letting them drape over his cock. His cock throbbed up and down, Alicia's panties hanging from it.
He looked delirious, drunk, his eyes unfocused, his lips muttering whispers. He squirmed against the satiny bedspread, humping upward, rubbing his legs and ass and feet against the spread. His toes crossed, spread, curled. He looked sensuous as a cat, moaning, growling. His prick stood straight up, throbbing, quivering, Alicia's dirty, cunt-smelling panties draped over it.
Alicia felt as embarrassed as she did shocked. She couldn't believe that was Shawn behaving like that.
Shawn started massaging his cock with the silky panties, rubbing them up and down the long shaft of his fuckpole. His balls squirmed in their sac as he jacked off.
"Oh, Mom!" the boy moaned, loud enough for Alicia to hear him. "Oh, Mom!" He pulled the panties off his cock and pressed them to his face, muttering as he inhaled their cunt-scent and sucked on their cunt-flavored crotch.
Alicia felt a twinge in her gut. She felt momentarily dizzy. If she'd been watching Ricky or Mark behave this way, she'd have been shocked enough. But this was Shawn. How could Shawn be such a pervert? He was her most-perfect son, the angel of the family.
The boy rubbed Alicia's panties all over his face while he jerked on his big swollen cock. His white hand and slender fingers looked like those of a girl as it jerked up and down his flushed, veiny cock. Fuck-lube oozed from his pisshole and dribbled over his white knuckles. He paused to lick the sappy lube off his hand. Then he resumed jerking off like some dirty old man watching a fuck film.
His balls kept twisting and rolling in their sac. His toes curled against the bedspread. He squirmed all over the bed as if the bedspread were hot skin he was pleasuring himself against. He shoved the panties down between his legs and rubbed them against his crotch. He lifted up, arching, bridging himself, and rubbed the panties over his ass and between his asscheeks.
"Oh, Mom!" he sighed, his eyes closed, fucking his cock up into his sliding hand. "Oh Mom, I wanna fuck you!"
Alicia's mind went blank. She watched in a daze of disbelief as her son muttered about fucking her and pumped his hand up and down his big veiny cock. Still bridging himself, still arching up and humping, he brought her panties toward his head again and covered his face with them. Alicia shook her head, as if by doing so she could deny what she was seeing.
Shawn's pink lips curled around the crotch of her panties, sucking, munching. He dropped his ass suddenly, lying flat out on the bed again. His legs spread wide. As he jerked on his cock, his balls flapped and his toes wiggled sensuously.
He sucked on the filthy crotch of Alicia's panties, on the satiny material saturated with her dried cuntal fluids. The crotch of those panties had pulled up tight between her pussylips like a gag when she'd gotten excited and her pussylips had swelled --- which always happened when she watched Zenobia on the soap opera making out with the stableboy.
Shawn started to bounce his ass on the bed as he fucked his hard cock in and out of his closed fist. He was grunting, panting. Suddenly, he groaned loudly and came, his breath coming out long and shaky, his jism squirting a foot in the air and splashing down on his undulating abdomen.
"Ohhhhh, Mommmmm!" he growled, chewing on her panties as if he wanted to devour them. "You taste good, Mom, you taste good!"
His cum spurted out a half-dozen times, leaving fat white gobs and slimy streams on his belly and chest. His fist worked hard on his prick, squeezing out the pleasure, milking out the cum.
The cum oozed out finally, then stopped coming. The boy released his cock, letting it plop down in the puddle of jizz that had pooled in and around his navel. His cock throbbed in the puddle. Shawn lay there panting, sighing softly. He pulled the panties out of his mouth and started to mop up his cum with the panties.
Alicia rose silently to her feet and retreated to her bedroom. She sealed and locked her door behind her. She stripped off her clothes and went to the private bathroom that adjoined her bedroom. After the shower water was steaming, she stepped naked into the spray.
She stood with her back to the spray, letting the hot water cascade over her shoulders and tits, down her back and ass. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her cunt throbbed like a pounding fist. She reached between her legs.
Her fingers probed between her swollen, madly itching pussylips. The pussy-goo was running out, dribbling down her legs like hot oil. Mixed with her own pussy juices was Thomas's cum. The young masseur must have fucked a pint of cum into her for it to keep leaking out like this. The scent of pussy cream and cum rose in the steamy air, exciting her, making her drunk.
She didn't want to remember, but she couldn't help it. The images flashed in her mind --- Zenobia, madly kissing the stableboy --- Ricky, shooting his cum against the tile, into Alicia's mouth, his stiff boy-prick squirming in her soapy hand. She imagined Thomas's face as he'd rutted between her legs, fucking his big cock in her pussy, then shooting his jizz into her as he grunted like a bull. She saw Mark fucking his cock up into that girl, saw the girl shake with orgasm, then watched Mark ram his cock up the squirming girl's asshole, fucking her ass until they'd both whimpered with exploding pleasure. And last, she envisioned Shawn, saw him sprawled out on his bed, sucking on her panties, pumping his cock, spurting cum all over his belly, crying out her name.
"Oh, Shawn!" she whispered, grinding her middle finger inside her sucking pussyhole. "Oh, Shawn --- fuck me, give it to me!"
Her pussylips felt like balloons inflated with hot water and ready to burst. The fuck-itch spread down her legs and made her toes tingle. Her finger pistoned, screwing, probing. She felt tingles in the pit of her asshole. She felt waves of ecstasy beginning in the undulating walls of her cunt. The spasms gnawed through her loins and she moaned with pleasure.
"I'm coming!" she whispered. "Oh yes, I'm coming! Oh God, Shawn, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She nearly collapsed as the explosions of ecstasy overwhelmed her. "Ohhhhhhh, Shawwwwnnnn!"
Chapter 5
"This is great, Mom, I didn't know you were such a good cook."
Alicia flipped over a pancake on the griddle. "Thank you, Ricky. How many more would you like?"
"Six," Ricky said, licking maple syrup off his fingers.
Alicia looked for a mischievous grin on the boy's face as a sign that he was kidding, but she saw only a boy intent upon licking the syrup off his fingers. She shrugged and flipped some more pancakes.
"Hilda sure can't cook like this," Mark said. He dropped a sausage in his mouth and swallowed it with hardly a chew. As he devoured another sausage, he spread half a stick of butter over his steaming pancakes.
"Thank you," Alicia said. "I think I'll be doing more cooking from now on. I kind of miss doing it."
"Great," Mark said, stuffing a stacked wedge of dripping pancakes in his mouth. His cheeks bulged as he chewed.
"Everything all right, Shawn?" Alicia smiled at him.
"Fine," he said, giving her a polite smile as he carefully sliced his pancakes and sausages into small pieces.
"Want me to make you anymore?"
"No, thank you," Shawn said. "This is just right."
Alicia shoveled a heap of hot cakes onto a plate and gave them to Ricky, watching with joy and a touch of squeamishness as he drowned them in a pint of syrup. She contained her urge to tell him to go easier on the syrup.
Shawn ate slowly and quietly, with his mouth closed.
He looks so different now, Alicia thought. Maybe she'd only dreamed about watching Shawn jacking off. She found it hard to believe that the well-dressed and well-mannered schoolboy sitting before her at the breakfast table had squirmed like a rutting billygoat last night on his bed, her own panties draped over his face.
Alicia pulled out her chair and sat down, sipping coffee. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Shawn glance up. His eyes lingered on her breasts. Ricky and Mark glanced up every so often, too, but they were nowhere near as discreet in ogling her breasts as Shawn was. She was dressed in nothing but her leopard-skin bathrobe, tied at the waist and open at the neck. Her chest was bare, showing off the upper part of her well-formed breasts.
"What's hypothermia?" Ricky mumbled, his mouth full of pancake, syrup dripping from his chin.
Mark and Shawn both looked at Ricky curiously.
"Is it like a bad cold?" Ricky looked at Alicia expectantly, chomping away.
Alicia felt herself flush. All three boys were looking at her now, chewing slowly, their food half-forgotten.
"Hypothermia is when you get so cold that your body temperature drops so low that it can kill you," Alicia blurted out in one breath. "It come from getting both wet and cold at the same time usually. That's why it's always essential to wear your raincoat on a cold, rainy day. Now, hurry up and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school."
"I got a ride," Ricky said. He glanced at Mark. "I almost got hypothermia yesterday," he added almost proudly.
"No more talk," Alicia said. "Eat!"
Ricky frowned, wrinkling his nose, but dug into his pancakes again.
"Hey, yeah!" Mark said, as if he'd just been hit on the back and his voice had popped out. "We studied hypothermia in one of my gym classes. Backpackers get it a lot up there in the mountains. When one of 'em gets it, one of the other ones has to knock the hypothermia'd one over the head because he gets crazy. Then they have to shove him in a sleeping bag and crawl in with him to warm him up."
"Naked?" Ricky said.
Mark smirked wickedly. "If the hypothermia'd one's a chick," he said almost under his breath. Then he glanced at Alicia as if just discovering that she was there. He gave her a silly face and stuffed in a mouthful of food.
"Hey," Ricky said. "I wouldn't mind."
"Ricky, shut up and eat!" Alicia snapped.
He frowned again, then started eating, giving her a sulky expression as he looked back up.
Alicia hadn't wanted to snap at him, but she had to shut him up. There was no telling what he'd come out with next. It was too bad, because this was the first breakfast she'd eaten with her sons in a long time. Usually, Hilda was in the kitchen feeding them, and Alicia stayed clear.
The boys kept quiet the rest of the meal, as if afraid to open their mouths. Their eyes wandered repeatedly to Alicia's tits, however, and she felt a wicked urge to lean over and pick up something so one or both her breasts would fall out the open neck of her robe. Despite herself, she felt itchy and wet between her legs. By the end of the meal, her pussylips were swollen and her cunt was throbbing. She couldn't help but think of the cocks between the legs of her virile sons. She wondered if they were hard.
She spent the day cleaning house. She refused to watch her soap opera for fear she'd end up lying on the couch with her legs spread and a finger up her cunt. She did wonder what Zenobia was doing today, whether the woman was having another passionate meeting with the stableboy.
The hardest part of her day was spent watering the plants in the conservatory. The rain rattled down on the glass roof and walls of the conservatory and Alicia felt depressed. Not as depressed as she had felt yesterday, however. Working helped pass the day, made the hours fly by. She felt pleasantly exhausted as late afternoon came around, and she'd built up a healthy sweat under her robe. She was still naked underneath the robe, hadn't bothered to change into anything else since breakfast.
She was about to go upstairs for a shower when she heard a commotion at the other end of the house.
"Mom!" the voice screamed, so shrill that for a few seconds Alicia couldn't identify it as Ricky's. "Mom!" The boy sounded frantic. He was racing through the house.
Alicia, running, nearly collided with him in the hallway.
He grabbed her, clinging to her, panting furiously, drenched even more than yesterday.
"I'm dying," he panted. "I've got hypothermia. You've gotta warm me up, Mom. Quick, I'm dying!" As he talked, he pried off his squishing sneakers with his feet. His rain-soaked jeans came off before his shirt.
Alicia was so stunned she stood there watching in helpless silence as her son yanked off his shirt and clung to her, stark naked, dripping with rainwater, his heart slamming in his chest, his smooth skin a rash of goose bumps. She felt something hard and hot pressing against her leg through her robe. She reached down and Ricky's burning cock squirmed in her hand. He moaned, his eyes rolling.
"Upstairs," Alicia whispered, hardly able to get the word out. She was trembling. Her cunt throbbed. Hot trickles of cunt juice seeped down the insides of her thighs. "Quick, darling, upstairs."
She took him to her bedroom, locking the door behind them. She yanked the covers back and pushed her dripping son into her bed, sliding in beside him after she'd pulled off her robe. She covered them both, and they clung to each other.
The boy shuddered, genuinely cold, although she sensed that his shaking was only half due to the chill he'd taken. His cock pressed against her belly like a branding iron. He humped at her, breathing passionately, pushing his face between her hot tits.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trying to melt him not her naked flesh. She stoked his head, telling him to slow down, to calm down. He got his hot mouth around one of her nipples and sucked. Alicia's cunt did flip-flops and she groaned, shimmying her swollen pussylips against each other. Hot thrills saturated her loins and she felt weaker by the moment.
"You should have worn your raincoat," she said. "Silly boy. When will you ever learn?"
Her boy sucked fiercely at her nipple, as if he wanted to get milk out of it. He whimperedd, his body warming fast.
Alicia gasped. "Not so hard. Watch those teeth."
The boy swichted to her other nipple, sucking on it like a starving calf.
She writhed, her cunt contracting, the hot juice bubbling out of her. "Oh God, Ricky, oh God!"
"Mom!" the boy growled, humping madly at her flesh, chewing on her tit as if he wanted to bite it off. His cock dribbled warm fuck lube, getting her belly slick with it as his prick rubbed up and down.
She kept gasping, hardly able to control her voice. "Please," she breathed. "Slow down. Don't lose it."
Her boy's hand roved down, plunging between her legs. She opened her thighs, allowing her son to grope her steaming crotch. His fingers plunged into her open pussy and her hot juices poured out into his hand.
"Oh wow!" he mumbled. "Hot pussy! Oh Mom!" He worked his hand back and forth between her cuntlips, whipping up a froth. His finger slid into her pussyhole, wiggling, twisting.
Alicia thought she'd lose her mind. She wriggled, groaning as her youngest son clutched at her saturated pussy. He pulled his hand away suddenly and brought it to his mouth. Alicia watched in disbelief as her little boy sucked her pussy cream off his fingers, rubbing it on his lips and face. He even rubbed some on her tits, then licked it off.
It had become like a furnace under the blankets. Alicia was sweating. The boy, though still damp, felt hot as a baked potato, his entire body having reached the temperature of his cock. He wriggled until he was lying flat out on top of her, then began to knife his cock between her legs.
"Fuck!" he mumbled. "Fuck!"
Alicia's strength was going fast. She felt weak all over. She knew she wouldn't have been able to fight the boy off even if she'd wanted to. Spreading her legs wide, she lay passively under her rutting son, allowing him to do whatever he wished.
His cock found her cunt like a snake finding its hole. He jabbed once, ramming her clit, impaling his lube oozing pisshole on her hard pleasure bud. He yanked back immediately and thrust again. This time his six-inch cock fucked straight up her cunt. He shivered all over as he buried his cock in her pussy, as if he'd plugged his pubescent fucker into an an electrical socket. He groaned with pleasure and Alicia groaned with him.
She was fucking with her own son! She couldn't believe it! She'd never felt more wicked, more excited in her life. She squirmed under the boy, gibbering. She wrapped her arms around him, clawing at his willowy back. As he began to thrust, she shoved her crotch up at him, wanting to suck his entire body inside herself.
The boy's face had flushed almost purple. His eyes were glazed over. He lay on Alicia with his full weight, rubbing his chest against her satiny, spongy breasts. His ass bounced up and down, his cock fucking in and out.
Alicia writhed, twisting her head from side to side. "Oh God, yesss!" she moaned. "Oh Ricky, yes, yesss!"
His cock felt so hard, so hot, so exciting. His cock flexed and vibrated inside her cunt. Its glossy knob, glowing like an ember, jabbed into the sensitive folds of her cuntal walls, into the fluffy, nerve-rich fuckmeat deep inside her. She churned her ass, screwing her sucking pussy around and around on her son's pistoning boy-prick.
"Momma, oh Momma!" The boy was whimpering, humping, fucking faster, harder.
Alicia was burning up. With a burst of frantic energy, she managed to throw and kick the blankets off them. Then her arms and legs wrapped around her son in the same way they'd wrapped around the young masseur yesterday. She clutched his skinny body between her thighs, thrilled as he struggled and labored between them. Her hands roved up and down his back. Her feet caressed his ass and the backs of his thighs.
Ricky bit her first on the neck, then on the left tit. His teeth were sharp and nearly drew blood. She had to pull on his hair to make him let go. He licked where he'd bitten, then kept licking. Soon he was licking all over her tits and neck and face. He burrowed under her arms and lapped the sweat off her armpits. All the while he licked, he never stopped fucking.
Alicia tingled wherever he'd licked her. Her cunt throbbed, contracting around the boy's prick each time it plunged in. She dug her fingernails into his back and her toenails into his ass.
"Screw me!" she whimpered. "Fuck me, oh God, yes!"
Her boy shook more and more violently as he vented his lust between her legs. His prick felt like a steel branding iron inside her cunt, a relentlessly ramming branding iron. She knew he was going to explode into her at any moment. Rotating her ass, squeezing his prick with her cunt, she fucked her pussy up and down his plunging prick, driving herself toward orgasm.
Ricky clung to her, crushing her in a fierce embrace. He buried his burning face between her breasts, moaning deliriously.
Alicia felt the first flickers of orgasm in her cuntal walls. She clawed her toenails into her son's contracting asscheeks.
"Now," she moaned. "Shoot it now, angel, shoot it now!"
The spasms overwhelmed her cunt. She clung to her son, grunting, jerking.
Ricky's eyes rolled back, showing only white. His prick flexed hard inside her cunt and fired. His jism squirted up her pussy. He shook in her arms, moaning, firing again, then again.
"Oh darling, cream me! Oh yes, oh God, yes!" Alicia's hands roved all over her son's back as her spasming pussy milked the cum out of him.
"Feels so good, Mom," Ricky mumbled. "Oh, oh!" His prick flexed, vibrating with spasms, spurting his jism and filling her pussy.
"Oh, my darling!" Alicia cooed, lying under him and letting him pump everything he had into her. She caressed him until he stopped fucking, then kept stroking him for minutes afterward.
"Thanks, Mom," he mumbled. "You saved my life." Then he sighed and fell asleep.
Alicia pulled the covers over them. She lay under her deeply breathing son, enjoying the feeling of his still-hard prick insider her cunt. She was about to doze off when she heard the piano come to life downstairs. Shawn had come home and was beginning his scale exercises to warm up. She came wide awake, as if she'd been in a trance for the last half hour.
"Ricky! Ricky!" She shook her son awake, her heart pounding. God, what if Shawn caught her in bed with him! "Ricky, wake up!"
The boy clung to her, mumbling, and she had to struggle out of his embrace. As his cock slipped out of her pussy, he moaned.
"You're late for your paper route," she said, throwing on her robe and tying it with her back to him. "Get some clothes on and wear your raincoat."
"Who cares?" Ricky said. "I don't care about that old route. I wanna stay home with you."
"I'll get you some dry clothes," Alicia said. "Then you're going out and delivering those papers. No son of mine is going to be called irresponsible." She headed for the door. "Wait here until I bring you some clothes."
"Mom?"
"What?" Alicia made the mistake of glancing back at him.
He sat at the edge of the bed, jerking on his hard prick. "Let's fuck some more," he said with a leer. "I like to fuck."
Alicia was tongue-tied for a few moments. She felt a wave of lust in her loins, wanting nothing more than to impale herself on her son's rigid, upright prick.
"Let's fuck," he repeated, almost hypnotizing her. "Come on, Mom, let's fuck."
She shook off her momentary confusion. "Stop talking like that," she said as firmly as she could. "You're getting dressed. And you're going to deliver those newspapers."
"But Mom, I'll get hypothermia."
"You'll get more than that if you don't quit arguing. Now sit there quietly while I get you some clothes. And let go of that thing, for godsake! You're going to wear the skin off it."
Chapter 6
Alicia paced the floor of her bedroom, listening to the muffled sound of the piano music coming from downstairs. Her nervous excitement was so great that she had trouble thinking. She knew she ought to take a shower, then dress and make up the bed. She'd have to change the sheets. A puddle of Ricky's cum had formed under her crotch as she'd lain under him while he'd slept.
Burn the old sheet and pad, then put on new ones, she decided. No, maybe she ought to keep them for sentimental reasons. Ricky had fucked her on them. I'm losing my mind, she told herself. First I fuck my own son, then I want to save the sheet as a keepsake.
The problem was not what to do with the sheet, but what to do with Ricky. Now that he'd fucked her, he'd be after her all the time for more. But she couldn't let him could she? Even if she wanted to? It wasn't right was it?
The music coming from downstairs caught her ear. Shawn was playing one of those sensuous, yet lonely pieces he seemed to favor. Alicia was drawn to the hallway to listen. Soon she found herself descending the stairs, her bare feet sinking into the carpet. The music came louder as she moved down the downstairs hallway and into the music room at the far end of it.
Shawn had a fire crackling in the fireplace. He sat at the piano, barefooted and shirtless, clad only in his tight jeans. Alicia was startled by his semi-nudity at the piano.
She watched him play with his eyes closed. With his shirt off, he looked more muscular and less frail than when he was clothed. His arms and shoulder muscles were small, but well defined. His bare right foot worked the pedals, his toes appearing to caress the brass.
Alicia slipped onto the bench beside him.
He jumped. "Mom, you scared me."
"Sorry," Alicia said. "Go on playing. I love it." She curled her left arm around him.
He swallowed, blushing. "I don't know if I can play very well with you sitting here. You make me a little nervous."
She stroked his back and kissed him on the side of his head, something she hadn't done in years, she realized. "Just play," she said, "I wouldn't recognize a mistake if I heard it."
He began again about where he'd left off, repeating few measure he'd just played, then continuing. His body felt feverishly warm to Alicia. He gave off a faint scent of male sweat, which excited her. Her bare foot accidentally touched his under the piano and she let it remain in contact.
The boy's playing started to sound jittery, no longer the flowing, lyrical melody and counterpoint he'd been coaxing from the piano a few moments ago. His breathing had changed too, had become louder and more forced. His toes began to wiggle against Alicia's bare foot.
"Ricky is out delivering his papers," Alicia whispered. "Would you know if Mark is home?"
"He's at swimming practice," Shawn said, swallowing hard. His playing was deteriorating fast, starting to sound like that of a struggling beginner. "He won't be home till after seven."
"Then we're alone," Alicia said. "Just you and me."
"Uh-huh." He nodded, swallowing again. His playing had slowed, only his right hand still working over the keyboard.
Alicia hadn't felt this way sitting next to anybody since her teenage days, when she'd snuggled up next to Paul in the front seat of his car at the drive-in for the first time. Then, as now, her pussy had tightened like a fist.
She trembled as her right hand moved to Shawn's smooth chest and began to stroke.
He stopped playing. Just sat there, his shoulders sagging, his chest heaving up and down as Alicia outlined his pectoral muscles with her tapered, exquisitely manicured fingertips, as she toyed with his small brown nipples. Sweat trickled from his armpit, and she rubbed it into his skin like a lotion. The male scent of him was becoming stronger. The crotch of his jeans had swollen to the size of a fist.
Alicia's right hand slid down his belly as her left hand stroked his left flank and lower back. His skin was burning up. Alicia rubbed his flat belly, then eased her fingers under the waistband of his jeans. He sucked his gut in, and the tip of his cockhead kissed her fingertips.
He was shaking, panting as if he would hyper-ventilate and pass out. His toes clawed at Alicia's foot. His hot sole rubbed up and down her instep.
"Relax, darling."
Alicia unsnapped his jeans, began to unzip them. She wasn't thinking, just acting. A part of herself was standing back and watching in shock. His cock sprang up like a striking snake. It pointed straight at the ceiling, the cock tip throbbing against his belly above his navel. Alicia closed her hand around his hard-on.
"It's so big," she whispered. "Oh, darling, you've got such a big one!"
The boy almost fell off the bench, he was shaking so hard. He made whimpering noises as Alicia slid her hand up and down his massive cocklance. It had to be eight inches long, and Alicia could only close her hand halfway around his prick. Fuck-lube oozed from the pisshole, starting to leak down the boy's cock like thick sap.
Alicia couldn't control herself. Sliding slightly away from the boy, she leaned over and licked the lube off his cock. He braced his hands on the piano to keep from toppling over. Alicia opened her mouth and swallowed his prickhead.
Her boy shuddered, sighing loudly, as if releasing the tension of a lifetime. "Oh Mom, God, suck it!"
Alicia slid her lips around his huge cock, letting the cockhead stuff her throat. She tasted fuck-lube as it oozed from the boy's pisshole. Her lips felt as if they would split if they were stretched any farther.
"Suck on it, Mom, oh God, suck on it!" Shawn placed one hand on her head, forcing her to swallow more of his cock.
Alicia gagged, choking. A flood of spit drenched the boy's cock and ran down over his balls. She held on, gagging a few more times before she relaxed her throat. More of Shawn's prick slid in and he sighed.
"Move your head up and down," he whispered. "Give me a blow- job."
Alicia slid off the bench to get into a more comfortable position. Keeping his cock buried in her throat, she maneuvered her son around until he faced away from the piano. His cock twisted in her throat as he turned. When she got him turned completely around on the bench, she pulled his pants down, then completely over his bare feet. He spread his legs and she kneeled on the floor between them, her mouth fastened to his cock. He leaned back, letting her suck his cock.
His prick tasted so good salty, musky. The scent coming from the curly hairs of his groin excited her. She started to bob her head, working her mouth and throat and down her son's massive fucker.
Shawn's toes curled. He rolled his head from side to side senuously. His balls lifted up and down, twisting this way and that in their sac.
"Oh Mom, you do it good! You know how to blow."
Alicia could hardly think in her excitement. She'd never had a cock in her mouth before, and yet she felt as if she'd been sucking on this big slab of fuckmeat all her life. As she sucked, her cunt contracted repeatedly, Ricky's cum oozing out and running in sticky streams down the insides of her thighs. Shawn squirmed with pleasure as she slid her lips up and down, sucking, munching, licking. She thought her own pleasure, though, must be just as great, because her pussy pulsated with fuck-thrills, as if she were sucking on her own cunt.
"Oh Mom, I never had so good a blow-job. Just keep sucking that cock."
That startled her. She wondered who had been sucking on his cock so that he could make a comparison now. She found it hard to imagine that her innocent Shawn had ever had sex with anybody. She could still hardly accept that fact that he jacked off.
He grabbed her head. "Stop, I'm gonna come."
He pulled her head up, freeing his prick from her mouth. He grabbed his prick by the base, squeezing it and holding his breath. His pisshole gaped like a screaming mouth. His cock shuddered and a few drops of hot, cloud jism shot out and hit Alicia in the face. His cock shook again, then he relaxed a bit. He sighed, releasing his cock.
"That was close. I almost came." He took Alicia's hands and helped her to stand. As soon as she was standing, he untied her robe. "Take it off."
Alicia let the robe slide off and drop at her feet. Her knees were shaking. Her mouth throbbed, as if still stuffed with her son's hard fucker.
Shawn reached up and caressed her breasts. He was licking his lips. His cock stood rigid against his belly, as stiff as a flagpole.
"You've got the biggest tits," he mumbled, his face crimson. "Man, what cherries!" He lifted his ass off the piano bench so he could move up and suck on her right nipple.
Alicia thought she'd collapse as the boy sucked her tit. She gasped again and again, fuck-tingles saturating her tit and streaming down to her pussy.
"Oh baby, please!" she moaned, her hand stroking his blond head. "Oh, my angel!"
Shawn sucked less violently than Ricky had, without biting, and Alicia felt herself melting. When he move to her left tit, she almost came.
"Oh, Shawn! Oh, my darling!" She reached down, trying to get hold of his stiff cock.
He stopped sucking her tit, pushing her away. He was panting hard. "Sit here," he mumbled. "I wanna lick your pussy."
Alicia let herself be led. She would be anything for him. He sat her down on the piano bench where he'd been sitting. He spread her legs as he slid down to his knees in front of her.
"Oh, Mom!" he whispered, gazing at her open cunt as if he'd just found buried treasure. "Oh, Mommie!"
He plunged his face between her legs, rubbing it against her sopping-wet cunt, smearing his flushed cheeks with her sticky pussy juice.
Alicia reached down, getting hole of her cuntlips and stretching them wide apart, opening up her fuckhole completely. The pussy juices dribbled out, pooling on the polished wood of the piano bench between her legs.
"Oh, wowwwww!" Shawn flapped his tongue, lapping at her raw, steaming fuckmeat. He licked up and down her cunt with long swipes. Every time his tongue flicked across her clit, Alicia felt needles of electricity shoot through her loins. "Mom, you taste so good!"
The boy ate pussy as if he were starving, his tongue flicking and slithering between her legs, penetrating her fuckhole, lapping up the juices on her smooth thighs. He even lapped up the creamy cunt juices pooled on the bench, lapping them up like a cat lapping up milk. He mashed his mouth to her fuckhole and sucked.
"Oh, Shawn!" Alicia felt as if she were being sucked inside out. She grabbed his head, grinding it between her legs, wishing she could pull his head inside her pussy.
"Mmmmmn!" the boy growled, sucking, slurping, gnawing. His tongue fucked deep into her cunt, wriggling like a wet snake.
Alicia saw star. "Oh darling, eat me! Suck me out!" She watched Shawn's blond head twist and bob between her legs, felt his hot tongue probing the most sensitive crevices of her fluffy cuntal walls. "Oh yes, baby, oh yesss!"
Shawn licked for a few more seconds, then forced his head away. Fuck juices dripped from his chin, from his nose and lips. A few cunt hairs stuck to his face.
"Let's sixty-nine," he said.
"Let's what?"
"Let's do each other at the same time. You suck me while I suck you." He pulled her off the bench, onto the carpeted floor close to the fireplace.
"Lie on your side." He positioned her as he wanted her, then lay on his side next to her. His cock was near her face.
Alicia understood now without a doubt. She went for him as he went for her. They wrapped their arms around each other's ass and pulled the other's fuckmeat toward their mouths. Shawn's head disappeared between Alicia's legs and Alicia got her mouth around her son's cock. As she sucked his prick, he munched on her pussy.
Alicia thought she'd faint with excitement. Her blood raced through her arteries, pounding in her temples and loins. As she sucked on the huge slab of cockmeat in her mouth, feeling its quiverings and vibrations, she felt Shawn's lips and tongue devouring her burning pussy.
They sounded like a pair of grunting slop-eating pigs. They munched loudly at each other's fuckmeat, slurping, sucking, making so much noise that Alicia almost laughed. She didn't laugh, only because the sounds excited her more than they amused her. She thought momentarily of Shawn's perfect table manners, of how he chewed slowly and without a sound. How different he was now, devouring her cunt like grunting young pig! She swallowed his cock all the way to his balls, massaging its knob with her throat muscles. She filled her hand with his balls and gently squeezed them.
Shawn squirmed, grinding his cock in her throat, sucking her pussy. He licked the flesh all around the cunt, then burrowed farther until he was licking up and down her ass crack. He forced her asscheeks wide and sucked on her asshole. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside her asshole.
Alicia couldn't believe it Shawn's tongue in her asshole!
He licked out her asshole as if it were a honeycomb, groaning all the while. When he moved back to suck some more on her cunt, he sipped a finger in where his tongue had been.
Alicia wanted to squeal. What a delicious feeling! Shawn's tongue wriggled in her cunt, his finger in her asshole.
The boy fucked his cock in and out of her throat with quick little thrusts. Had her throat not been relaxed, he would have choked her to death. She felt his finger fucking in he asshole, and she a sudden wicked idea. She lubricated her middle finger in the spit that had leaked from her cock-stuffed mouth, then shoved it between the boy's tight asscheeks. She found his ass pucker and probed it. The pucker resisted for a few moments, then seemed to suck at her fingertip. She twisted her finger and it easily fucked up Shawn's shithole.
The boy gasped, squirming as Alicia pistoned her finger in his asshole. His cock swelled even larger, hardening like marble, its veins bulging. He sank his teeth into her spongy cuntmeat, sucking hard, gnawing. Alicia felt something swell against her finger in his asshole. The swelling throbbed, and she jabbed at it, filed her finger rapidly against it.
Shawn moaned, grinding his cock in her throat, fucking his tongue madly inside her cunt. His cock flexed hard in her mouth and she knew it was going to shoot.
She sucked every inch of the boy's prick buried in her mouth. Her finger fucked in and out of Shawn's clutching asshole. She ground her steaming crotch in the boy's mouth, her cunt sucking his tongue, her asshole sucking his finger. Every cell of her body felt explosively tight, tingling with excitement. A whirlwind of pleasure swept through her loins and she began to jerk with spasms.
Shawn growled, eating her exploding cunt, ramming his cock down her throat. His asshole tightened like a vise around her finger. The swelling in his asshole contracted and so did his cock. He whined as his jism gushed down Alicia's throat.
Alicia choked, unable to swallow fast enough, unable to control her swallowing as she writhed with her own orgasm. The boy's cum filled her throat and mouth, overflowed and ran out on his balls like sticky cream. She swallowed, gagging on the thick cum, gurgling deep in her throat as she groaned with raw pleasure. The sounds of Shawn's moaning and gasping became muffled as she clamped his head between her thighs and ground her pussy against his mouth.
Their humping slowed, at last grinding to a halt. Alicia felt Shawn's heartbeat in his asshole and she slipped her finger out. His cock softened slightly in her mouth and she let go. Before he could see her, she popped her finger into her mouth and sucked his musky ass-moisture from it. She unclamped Shawn's head and he rolled away, lying flat out on the carpet and panting hard. Alicia rolled onto her back lay beside him, panting just as hard.
They lay there for a long while in silence, Alicia listening to the incessant drumming of rain on the windowpanes and the crackling fire on the hearth. She finally dared to look at Shawn.
He lay there with his eyes close, slowly massaging his cock, which was fully swollen again.
She looked away quickly. This is insane, she thought. This can't be happening! That's my own son! What am I doing here?
She got up, grabbing her robe and wrapping it around her.
"Mom?"
Alicia didn't turn around. "You play the piano beautifully," Alicia said. "Keep practicing."
"Thanks. But Mom."
"I'll leave you alone to practice now, dear." Alicia slipped out of the music room and shut the door behind her.
She fled upstairs and locked herself in her room. A few minutes later, she heard Shawn's muffled piano playing. He was stumbling all over the keys, as if his fingers were as confused as Alicia's mind.
Chapter 7
Two down and one to go! Those words kept pounding in Alicia's head like a chant shouted by cheerleaders.
She hadn't showered. She hadn't dressed. The unmade bed with Ricky's cum on the sheet lay before her like a symbol, a symbol of her messed-up mind and soiled soul. She wandered around her bedroom, naked under her leopard-skin robe, sitting on the bed from time to time, sometimes leaning over to sniff the wet spot and get a whiff of Ricky's cum. The smell reminded her of the smell of the cleanser she'd used today to scour out the sink.
Two down and one to go, said that wicked voice in Alicia's mind. Zenobia's got nothing on you, Alicia. In two days, you've outdone Zenobia with all her stableboys. Zenobia's a saint compared to you, Alicia. Two down and one to go!
"Mom, you in there?" Ricky was shaking the door. "Mom!"
"What is it, darling? I'm not feeling well."
"I'm done with my route, Mom." He shook the door again.
"Fine," Alicia said. "Now why don't you find yourself something to eat, maybe go out for a hamburger?"
"Ain't you gonna cook, Mom? I thought you said you were gonna cook supper tonight. You said so this morning."
"I would if I were feeling better, honey, but I've got a headache. Why don't you go ask Shawn to go out with you for dinner?"
"He probably won't wanna. Can I come in?"
"Tell him I'm asking him to do it. And, no you can't come in. Please let me rest now, will you, darling?"
"Can I come in after I eat? Can we do it again?"
"Ricky, you march downstairs and have Shawn walk with you to wherever you want to eat. Understand?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Ricky moped. "But can we do it again later? I'm ready."
"Ricky, would you please let me rest?"
"Does that mean, yes?"
"We'll see," Alicia said, figuring it was the only thing she could say to get rid of him.
"Great!" he said. "See you later, Mom. You can't see me, but I'm kissing you through the door."
"Thank you, darling," Alicia said. She listened with relief as she heard Ricky bouncing down the stairs.
She went to the door and pressed her ear to it, straining to hear. She could vaguely make out Ricky's and Shawn's voices. When she heard the front door slam, she smiled. After waiting a few more minutes, she unlocked her door and went downstairs to the kitchen.
You're sick, an accusing part of her mind whispered every once in a while. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Haven't you done enough already? What are you, a nymphomaniac?
Two down and one to go! chanted another part of her, drowning out the weak, accusing voice. Two down and one to go, Alicia. And Alicia had to resist shoving her her hand inside her robe and clutching at her throbbing pussy. Her pussylips were swollen up again like slabs of raw, spongy liver, and her cunthole undulated inside, starving for cock for Mark's cock.
A few minutes later, Mark walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in white athletic shoes, jeans, and his maroon letterman's jacket. He stopped, looking first at Alicia, then around the kitchen.
"Hi," he said. "When's supper?"
Alicia's smile faded slightly. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was so busy I didn't get around to making a meal tonight. I'll make one tomorrow evening, though. I promise."
He gave her a kind of a blank look, then said, "I'm beat. Coach had us lifting weights and doing gymnastics for two hours. Wouldn't even let us in the pool. Said we've gotta build up our strength. I was too worn out to even take a shower. I could hardly get dressed, my muscles are so pumped up and tight."
"You look pumped up," Alicia said. "Isn't it a great feeling? I always love that feeling when I'm done working out."
"I just feel stiff and burned out," Mark said.
"You need a good long soak in the hot-tub," Alicia said. "That's what you need. Why don't you go downstairs and hop in the tub? And I'll see if I can round up some food for you, a sandwich or something."
The boy's face brightened. "Yeah, I think I'll do that. Thanks, Mom."
As soon as Mark had left, Alicia went to the refrigerator and pulled out the bread. The only reasonable fixings she could find for a sandwich were peanut butter and jelly. Hilda hadn't stocked up on anything before she'd left on her vacation, as if it didn't matter if they all starved while she was gone.
"The old bitch!" Alicia murmured, smearing peanut butter on a slice of bread. She made a thick sandwich, plopped it on a plate, poured a glass of milk, and headed for the hot-tub.
Mark looked startled as she swung the door open and entered the room. He was up to his neck in the water.
"Thanks, Mom, you can just leave it and I'll eat it after I've soaked awhile," he said.
Alicia gave him a suggestive smile. "You can soak and eat at the same time," she said, sitting down on the tile floor next to the sunken tub. Her robe fell open and she didn't try to hide herself. She gave the boy a good look at her bare legs and at her breasts.
He glanced away from her tits with an apparent effort. "That's kind of messy, isn't it, eating with wet hands?"
She let her legs dangle down into the water, let her knees spread as they would. Her robe opened up and she knew the boy could see her cunt under it if he bothered to look.
He did.
"You don't need to use your hands, darling, I'll hold the sandwich while you eat." She picked up the sandwich and held it to his mouth. "Open up."
He gave her a puzzled, foolish expression, then took a bite, ripping off half the sandwich at once. As he chomped, his mouth stuffed, Alicia held the glass of milk up, leaning toward him more. Her right tit plopped out into full view, and she didn't try to hide it.
Her boy guzzled the milk, his eyes shamelessly devouring her naked tit.
"More sandwich?"
Mark just about took her fingers off as he sucked in the rest of the sandwich. He chomped, then drank the milk she offered him, draining the entire glass. Alicia moved her feet in the water, feeling her toes brush against a hard rod of cock flesh. She stroked her son's stiff cock with her toes, then got her foot under his balls and tickled his crotch.
He looked up at her as if he couldn't be sure he was feeling what he was feeling, his eyes not really focused on her face, as if her were listening to some far-off sound.
Alicia put down the glass, shoving both the glass and plate along the tile. "I think I'll take a dip, myself," she said, sounding as if she were talking to herself. "Do you mind, Mark?" She looked at him straight in the eyes.
He shook his head, watching as if he'd never seen a creature like her. He looked stunned.
Alicia untied the robe, letting it fall open. She pulled her arms from the sleeves and let the robe slide off onto the tiled floor. She sat naked in front of her oldest son, her knees wide apart, her legs dangling in the water. She caressed his cock with her toes one final time, then slid into the water, sinking in until her breasts floated.
The boy still gazed at her as if he were too stunned to say anything or do anything. She sat on the underwater seat across from him, reaching across the tub with an extended leg so she could continue to massage his prick and balls with her toes.
He sat back and closed his eyes, letting her play with him. His breathing was becoming louder, more breathy. As she tickled his balls with her toes, she suddenly felt his foot slide up between her legs. His big toe found her cunt and slid between her pussylips. She moaned as he wiggled his big toe into her cunt.
They were both breathing hard now. Mark caressed her foot. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down against her soft sole. He twisted his big toe in her cunt, making her squirm.
"Oh, Mark!" she breathed, playing with his foot as he toe-fucked her. It was a large, sinewy foot, full of veins. She wished he could shove all of his foot inside her pussy.
Mark's eyes opened. "Do you like it, Mom? Do you like my toe in your cunt?" He wiggled his toe wildly, twisting it.
Alicia almost shot straight up out of the tub. "Oh God, Mark, that drives me crazy!"
Mark smirked. He popped his toe out of her cunt and kicked his foot up out of the water. "Suck it," he said. "Suck my toe."
Alicia cradled his big foot in her hands. She devoured his big toe, sucking the slimy cuntal ooze off it. When she finished cleaning it, she licked between all his other toes, then sucked on them. She kissed his foot all over, then hugged it to her cheek.
"I didn't you know you were into feet, Mom," Mark said. "In fact, I didn't even know you were into sex."
Alicia giggled, embarrassed, not knowing how to respond. She dropped the boy's foot playfully.
Mark stood up in the tub, revealing his hard-on. Water streamed down his glossy hard cockshaft, rippling over the veins. The boy clasped his hands behind his neck, arched backward slightly and stretched, contracting the muscles of his arms and torso, shoving his cock up high. He licked his lips, gazing down at Alicia.
"How do you want it, Mom? How do you like it best?"
"How do you like it?" Alicia asked quietly. She was admiring his muscles.
"Dog-style," the boy said. "I like to do it from behind."
Alicia shivered despite the steaming water enveloping her. She pictured herself bent over, Mark fucking her from behind. She shivered again, her cunt undulating inside.
"I'd like that," she whispered, easing up out of the water and moving toward her boy. "Oh, I'd love it!" She kissed her son's left nipple, then started to lick his muscles. "But give me a minute, huh, darling?"
He didn't move, must stood there with his hands clasped behind his neck and his biceps flexed as if posing. All the muscles of his upper body stood out as if carved in marble. Alicia lapped at his salty flesh. He was sweating in the steamy air. Alicia sucked up the sweat, lingering over his armpits and sucking on the wet hairs there. The strong scent of male sweat made her moan. She kissed his belly, then began to suck his prick.
Mark moaned, churning his hips, fucking his cock in her mouth. His prick was no larger than Shawn's but it tasted sweatier despite Mark's soak in the hot-tub. Alicia's lips rippled over his cock- veins as she bobbed her head. She swallowed his cock to his balls, letting his salty cock-knob fuck into her throat.
The boy sighed. "Mnnn, yeah, you're good at it, Mom! Not many chicks can take it all like that. Most of 'em choke on just half of it."
Alicia munched, enjoying the taste of her son's big fucker. She used her tongue to tease the cockhead. Mark's cock flexed hard, vibrations shooting through it.
"Better lay off awhile," he mumbled. "I'm almost ready to blow your head off."
Alicia struggled with indecision for a few moments. She longed for a taste of her son's jism, wanted to feel his hot cum squirt down her throat, but it might take him awhile to recover so he could fuck her, and she couldn't stand the thought of waiting for his cock to get hard again. With an effort, she pulled up, releasing his cock from her mouth.
"Bend over," he said. "I want a piece of that beautiful ass." He pulled her up, then turned her around and pushed her forward.
Alicia rested her elbows on the tiled floor that surrounded the sunken hot-tub, sucking in her gut and letting her lower back arch so her ass would turn up.
"Man, what an ass! What a pussy!" The boy squatted in the water, forcing open her asscheeks and cunt with his big hands. He sniffed her like a dog, then gingerly started to lick her cunt.
"Oh, darling!" Alicia gasped, wiggling her ass. "Lick me! Oh, God yes, lick me!"
The boy lapped slowly, his tongue slithering up and down the blonde, furry edges of her spread cuntlips. He used his thumbs to keep her pussy wide open as he licked it. He licked faster, growling, and soon he was eating her pussy with the same hunger as Shawn had shown earlier.
Alicia moaned and whimpered with pleasure as Mark sucked her seething pussy. His tongue slid into her fuckhole and electricity saturated her loins. He chewed on her hairy cuntlips and sucked on her clit. The pussy juice dribbled out of her cunt and Mark sucked it up before it could run down her legs.
He moved up to lick out her ass furrow, spreading it wide. He kept growling like a dog. He fastened his lips to her ass pucker and sucked. His tongue probed the crevices of her pucker, then worked its way inside. He buried his tongue in her asshole, licking her out deep.
Alicia squirmed, hardly able to control herself. She felt prickling sensations in her toes as Mark's tongue probed sensitive crevices in her asshole. She'd had a taste of how sensitive her asshole was when Shawn had tongued it, then finger-fucked it. Now she was getting another taste of this new kind of pleasure. She wiggled her ass, not caring if Mark kept his tongue buried up her shithole all night. It felt that good!
He pulled his tongue out, rimming the open hole until it closed. Then he gnawed on her asscheeks, petting them, kissing them, rubbing his burning face all over her ass as he moaned with fuck-lust.
"You've got the sexiest ass in the world," he mumbled. "Oh God, Mom, you've got the sexiest ass!"
He rose from his squat, rubbed his hot prick between Alicia's legs, lubricating it with the fuck juice that continued to leak from her seething pussy.
"Put your cock in me! God, put it in me, oh quick, fuck me!" Alicia panted.
Mark fucked his cock up her cunt like a buttered cob of corn. He fucked in all the way, until he was rubbing his hard lower belly against her ass. He hunched over her, grinding his cock in her pussy in circles, sliding his lower belly on her rotating ass.
Alicia tossed her head from side to side, crazy with pleasure. "Oh Mark, yesss! Do it, baby, do it!"
He fucked like a tomcat, biting her shoulders and the back of her neck. "Sexy bitch! You're my sexy bitch, Mom, aren't you? Man, I've been wanting to fuck you for so long!"
Alicia couldn't believe she'd heard him right. His words sent shivers through her. "Baby!" she whispered. "Oh darling, fuck me! Do whatever you want! I'm yours, baby, I'm all yours!"
"Yeahhhhh!" Mark growled. "Yeahhh, fuck!" He pushed himself up, bracing his hands on her ass as he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. As he rammed into her, his belly smacked against her ass like a clapping hand.
"Ohhh, God, that's good!" Alicia arched her back even more, turning up her ass as much as she could so Mark could get a perfect view of it while he fucked her pussy.
"Jesus, what an ass!" Mark stroked her ass as he fucked her, squeezing her asscheeks, spreading them. "I've never had a more beautiful piece of ass and I've had a lot of 'em."
He started to tease her ass pucker with the tip of her finger, rubbing his finger in circles, easing it in just a little.
Alicia wiggled her ass. "Push it in, darling! Shove that finger in there!"
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" the boy sighed. "Bitch ass!" He fucked his middle finger up her ass.
Alicia gasped as he reamed out her asshole with his finger. She made little whimpering sounds as he pistoned his finger in and out of her ass, all the while fucking his huge cock in and out of her cunt. Her loins raged as she got fucked in two holes at the same time.
"Oh Mark, that drives me crazy! Oh Mark, I can't stand it!"
Mark laughed. He slapped her ass with his free hand. "Wiggle it, Mom, wiggle it!"
Alicia churned her ass in circles, gibbering with excitement. She loved the way he was being slightly mean to her.
"Fuck me!" she growled. "Ram me!"
Mark chuckled, slapping her ass some more, grinding his finger in her asshole, fucking his cock inside her cunt. "Are you gonna come, Mom? Am I gonna make you come?"
"Oh, God yes!" she hissed. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"
Her raving triggered her orgasm. Within seconds, her pussy started clutching with spasms. As the hot pleasure surged through her loins, the hot fuck juices spurted from her contracting cunt, drenching her son's balls.
Mark fucked his cock in and out. "Yeah, come, come! Christ, you're juicy as hell, Mom!"
He laughed, pounding his cock in her hard-sucking cunt, fucking his finger in he clutching asshole. When her orgasm began to subside, he slipped his cock out of her pussy and leaned over to lap up the juices that continued to dribble from her quivering fuckhole. He lapped up and down her crotch, making her whimper from the maddening sensations. He licked out her ass furrow, chewing on her ass pucker, sucking it and teasing it with his tongue, drooling spit all over her asshole.
He straightened up, rubbing his prick up and down against her slimy crotch, lubricating it with her cuntal ooze. He slipped his cock between her asscheeks and rubbed it up and down.
Alicia knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck his cock up her ass the same way he'd fucked it up the ass of that teenaged slut yesterday afternoon. She remembered how massive his prick had looked stuffed in the girl's tiny asshole. She also remembered the way the girl had writhed with ecstasy, driven to orgasm by by Mark's big cock fucking in and out of her asshole.
"Ever get it up the ass, Mom?" Mark slid his juice-oiled fucker up and down in her hot ass furrow.
Alicia loved the feeling. She was getting excited again despite her orgasm of just a few moments ago. "No, darling."
"It feels great, Mom. It feels just as good as getting fucked up the cunt, maybe even better."
"How would you know, darling?" Alicia was starting to squirm. Tingles flooded her asshole.
"Let's just say I've talked to a lot of girls about it. Most of 'em love getting ass-fucked. Bet you'd love it too, Mom. Wanna try it?"
"I don't know," Alicia said, loving her son's dirty talk. "Won't it hurt?"
"Just for a few seconds. After that, you'll go crazy."
Alicia braced herself. She was shaking. "Give it to me, darling. But go easy."
"Just relax," Mark said, grinding his prickhead against her asshole. He forced her asscheeks wide, bore down with his cock.
Alicia held her breath. She felt her asshole being forced open. Suddenly, Mark's huge cock-knob slipped inside her.
She gasped, panting rapidly, her ass pucker splitting with a thousand burning fissures. "Oh, Mark, God!"
"Tight ass!" Mark growled. "Oh, yeah!" He buried his cock in her asshole to the hilt, pressing his lower belly to her asscheeks.
Alicia nearly blacked out, more from shock than pain. Her asshole throbbed, on fire for a few moments as she hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Mark chewed on the back off her neck, bent over, lying on her. "Oh Mom, I lover your ass! I've beat off a thousand times just thinking about shoving my cock up your ass. Do you like it, Mom, do you like it, huh?"
He made his cock flex inside her, made it quiver and wiggle around. He licked her cheek, nipped her shoulder, sucked on her ear.
Alicia's entire backside bristled with goose bumps. She squeezed her son's cock with her asshole, her momentary pain dissolving into a throbbing pleasure.
"I love it," she mumbled. "Oh Mark, fuck my ass, make me feel it!"
"I'm gonna fuck you till you scream," he said. "I'm gonna give your asshole a workout you'll never forget."
He pushed up away from her, straightening himself. He pulled her ass up tightly against his loins. Alicia braced herself on her elbows, her heavy breasts dangling, her nipples brushing the warm tile. Mark began to ease his cock in and out.
"Oh Mark, that feels wonderful!"
"You haven't felt anything yet, Mom. We're just warming up."
He fucked his cock in and out with a slow rhythm, pulling out until only his prick-knob remained inside her, fucking in until his belly rubbed her ass.
Alicia felt prickling sensations throughout her body. Her skin felt electrified and tingling. She started to work her ass in tight little circles, fucking her asshole on her son's big cock. She started to moan.
"I never thought you'd be this hot. Your asshole's like hell inside. Christ, you're sexy! Mmmm, fuck!" Mark's fingers dug into her hips and he pulled on her loins, working her asshole back and forth on his cock.
Alicia's face burned. She was flushed from head to toe, as much from her own excitement as from the steamy air of the room. She was sweating ,starting to feel weak from the heat, delirious from the sensations Mark was fucking into her. She kept grinding her ass in sexy circles as her son's massive fuckrod worked in and out of her asshole.
"Play with yourself," Mark said. "Play with your pussy. I love to watch a chick play with her pussy."
He leaned slightly to the side so he could look under her as she shoved her right hand between her legs and started to clutch at her throbbing cunt.
Mark fucked his hock in her asshole, breathing heavy and hot. "Jesus, that's sexy! Do you like to jerk yourself off, Mom? I'll bet you do, huh?"
"Yes," Alicia whimpered. "I love it."
"Goddamn!" Mark fucked her hard and started to ram her ass faster.
She felt vibrations in her skull as her son banged her ass.
"I'm gonna come quick if I keep playing with myself," Alicia moaned. "I can just about come now."
"Oh, fuck!" Mark had lost control. He fucked wildly, jerking as if were riding a bucking bronco, ramming his cock up Alicia's shithole again and again and again.
"Oh, Mark! I'm gonna come!"
Alicia was beyond the point of no return. Finger-fucking herself while Mark fucked her ass had brought her off as easily as if she'd pressed a button. Her asshole went into spasms along with her cunt, chewing up her son's fucking cock.
"Oh, Mark, I'm coming!" Her vision blurred as the fuck- sensations exploded in her loins and streamed throughout her jerking body. "Oh, Mark, daaaarrling!"
Mark drove his cock in a grunting, moaning frenzy, fucking it deep into her seething, contracting asshole. His hard belly collided with her ass like a fast-pounding fist. His cock flexed powerfully inside her, making her rise up on her toes, and he groaned loudly as his jism erupted into her ass guts.
"Mom! Oh, fuck!" He performed a jerking dance as his prick shuddered and flexed, pumping out spurt after spurt of hot thick cum.
"Give it to me, Marky! Give it to me!"
Alicia squirmed with pleasure, grinding her hand between her legs, churning her clutching asshole on her son's fucking cock. She could feel the boy's hot cum flooding her asshole. Soon his cock was making obscene squishing sounds as he fucked it in his own cum, and Alicia giggled with excitement and joy.
They uncoupled at last. Alicia fell onto the tiled floor, dizzy and weak, her body tingling with a delicious sensation. She expected Mark to plop his ass at the edge of the tub and relax next to her. Instead, she sighed as she felt his tongue going at her crotch again.
Her boy couldn't get enough of her cunt and ass. He licked her cunt clean, mumbling to himself, then lapped at her asscrack. rimming it for a while, then fastening his lips to her ass ring and sucking some of his own cum out of her asshole.
What a filthy-minded little boy I've raised, Alicia thought, wiggling her ass and sighing as Mark licked and sucked out her cummy asshole.
Chapter 8
Alicia slept that night as if she'd died, having no dreams she could remember, never once waking during the night. After leaving Mark in the hot-tub to finish his soak, she'd gone straight to bed, not caring about anything except to sleep. She'd never experienced such a feeling of pleasant exhaustion, of complete relaxation.
If the boys had tried to disturb her during the night, she hadn't heard them. She slept better than she had in many years, and she awoke starving.
She made pancakes and sausages again for breakfast, but only because the frozen sausage links and the pancake mix were the only suitable breakfast food she could find in the house. She'd have to stock up today. Tomorrow morning she'd feed her sons ham-and-cheese omelets and maybe a cooked cereal. Enough of the prepackaged junk Hilda had been feeding them.
She had a few dozen sausages keeping warm in the oven and a gallon of pancake batter ready for the griddle, when Ricky wandered into the kitchen in nothing but his underwear briefs, which were tented with a stiff hard-on. Alicia was sitting at the table in her leopard-skin robe, sipping coffee and finishing up her pancakes.
"Good morning, honey," she said. "How about a kiss?"
Ricky wandered over, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He leaned to receive a kiss on the cheek and Alicia took his head, giving him a good smack on the lips. She kissed him gain, this time probing between his lips with her tongue. His mouth opened and his tongue slid into her mouth as she slid her own tongue into his. Alicia felt flickers of electricity in her cunt. The boy moaned.
She pushed him away. "I'll bet you're starving."
He shoved his hand down into her robe, his fingers finding her nipple and feeling it. He bent down suddenly and burrowed his face into her robe, catching her nipple between his lips and sucking hard. Alicia's cunt contracted so many times it nearly cramped.
She forced him away, nearly getting her nipple chewed off in the process. "My, you are hungry," she said, her lungs heaving. "We'll have to teach you not to suck so hard, though. You must learn to be gentler."
"Take off your clothes," Ricky said. "I wanna fuck you."
"It looks like you do." Alicia eased Ricky's briefs down, nearly getting banged in the nose as his uncut young cock escaped his underwear and snapped up hard. She pulled his briefs down his legs and let him step out of them.
He hooked his fingers under the neck of her robe and pulled until she'd allowed her arms to slip out and the robe to fall down to her waist.
"Oh, man!" He grabbed for her tits. "I wanna fuck you, Mom! Oh, man!"
She pushed his hands away. "Be patient, darling. I want to inspect your equipment first."
He stood there, quivering all over and breathing like a steam engine as Alicia felt his stiff prick, peeling the foreskin back. His prickhead glowed like a shiny plum. A small drop of lube oozed from his pisshole.
She sniffed his cock-knob. "Darling, you haven't washed it this morning yet, have you? It smells a little stinky. I guess I'll have to wash it for you."
She started to lick his prick as if it were an ice cram cone, lapping all over and around the cockhead as she held the bone-hard cockshaft. Her boy moaned, rolling his eyes. She took his prickhead between her lips, slid her lips down and started to suck his cock.
She had to grab Ricky by the hips to steady him. His prick fucked to the balls into her mouth, flexing, vibrating.
"Mommmm! Oh, that feels good!"
It tastes good, too, Alicia thought, sucking on her little boy's cock. She like the musky flavor of his uncut prickhead. She licked his cock-knob clean, sucked the musky taste off his foreskin. You're never going to have to wash this thing again, she thought. From now one, I'm keeping your cock clean, even if I have to suck on it ten times a day.
Ricky started to hump, fucking his pubescent prick between her lips. His hairless groin rubbed against Alicia's nose. His silky skinned balls flapped against her chin. He held her head, fucking her face.
Alicia made a tight ring of her lips. She kept her tongue churning. She thrilled to the feel of Ricky's veiny fuckrod-sliding back and forth between her lips. Despite his lack of hair, his groin exuded a faint sex-scent, an aroma that Alicia enjoyed.
"Keep licking!" Ricky moaned, pumping his cock in and out. "Oh, keep sucking! Oh Mom, suck!"
Alicia played with her boy's balls, sucking hard on his prick. She sucked rhythmically, lapping circles along the underside of her son's sliding prick. THe boy's prick quivered, throbbing faster and faster. She sucked gently, trying to tease the cum out of him. She was hungry of his jizz.
"Ohhh, Mommm, I'm coming!"
Ricky's toes curled against the floor. His skinny body shivered and his prick flexed so hard that Alicia gagged. His jism squirted against the back of her throat with such force that she gagged again. Her boy humped, fucked his cum-spurting prick in her mouth, feeding her his salty jism.
Alicia got control of her throat, swallowing repeatedly as Ricky filled it with his fresh cum. She sucked his cock, hungry for all the cum he could feed her. When his prick stopped shooting, he started to squirm and he yanked his cock out of her mouth, giggling.
"It's real raw now," he said. "It feels too good to be sucked on." He squeezed his cock, milking out a pearly drop of jism, which Alicia promptly flicked off with her tongue.
"I'm hungry," he said, his cock still ramrod stiff and pointed at the ceiling. "After I eat, I'll fuck you, but first I gotta pee."
Ricky ran out of the room naked, his stiff prick wagging.
The moment Ricky disappeared, Shawn slipped into the kitchen from where he'd apparently been concealed beyond the doorway. Shawn's face was deeply flushed, and he was squeezing his massive cock, which poked out the fly of his underwear briefs, his only clothing.
"Good morning, my angel," Alicia said, startled but not shocked by Shawn's sudden appearance. He'd probably seen everything she'd done with Ricky, but she didn't care. In fact, she was glad he'd seen. Now he knew. She wanted him to know.
Shawn moved toward her sheepishly. He let go of his cock so he could stroke her tits with both hands. She kissed his cock, and he caught his breath, still not saying anything.
"And good morning to you to, Mr. Huge," she said. "How can I be of assistance to you this morning?"
"Can I fuck you, Mom? I'd really to like to fuck you."
She kissed him on the cheek. "Whatever your heart desires, my angel. You know that. Take off your underwear."
As the boy bent over, sliding his briefs off, Alicia got out of her chair, leaving her rumpled robe behind on the seat. "How would you like me, darling?"
Shawn swung her chair out away from the table and sat down on it, his prick standing straight up like a flagpole. "Sit on it," he said.
Alicia gave a seductive smile, licking her lips. She straddled his legs, reaching under herself to grab his cock. As she lowered her crotch, she guided his massive fuckrod into her open cunt. She was well-lubricated already, her cuntlips dripping, her inner thighs slick with the juices that had leaked out while she'd sucked off Ricky. Her ass wiggled against Shawn's fat balls as his cock disappeared inside her pussy completely.
Shawn threw his arms around her, burying his face between her tits. His prick pulsed inside her pussy. "Oh Mom, you make me feel so good!"
"You make me feel good, too, darling. I've never felt so good in my life." She began to fuck up and down, her cunt impaled on her son's rigid prick.
He squirmed in his chair, trying to hump upward as she tightened her cunt and slipped down on it. His blue eyes glazed over. She kissed him on the forehead and he sucked on her tit. Each time he sucked, her cunt contracted and she moaned. She slid faster and faster up and down, watching with joy as he tossed his head deliriously.
"Oh, man! Fuck!" he mumbled. "Oh, wow!"
"Feel good, angel?"
"Oh, wow! Oh, fuck!"
It sounded so strange to hear words like that coming from Shawn's mouth. When he got sexually excited, he became a different person.
"Jesus Christ, I don't believe it!"
Alicia snapped her head up to see Mark standing in the doorway, already dressed for school.
He shook his head. "I just don't believe it!"
"Come here," Alicia said. "I'll make you believe it."
She held out her hand, groping Mark through his jeans the moment he stepped close. His cock-bulge was hard as a rock. She unzipped his jeans, but he had to unsnap them before she could get his rigid cock out. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Alicia pulled on Mark's cock to bring him closer. Gripping his huge prick as best she could with one hand, she started to lick the cockhead. It tasted salty, and just about burned her tongue.
"Suck it!" Mark hissed.
Alicia opened her mouth wide, devouring her oldest son's cock, listening to him groan with pleasure. She felt Shawn's rampant prick jumping inside her cunt, and she started to fuck again. Shawn hadn't said a word since Mark had entered the kitchen. She wished she could see the expression on Shawn's face, but all she could see was Mark's hairy groin as her mouth moved back and forth on his lip-stretching cock.
"Hey, what's going on? Hey, that ain't fair! I was gonna fuck her." Ricky ran into the room, his face all red as he leaned close to watch Alicia sucking on Mark's cock. "Mom, I was gonna fuck you!"
"Cool it," Mark said. "Can't you see Mom's got her mouth full? Leave her alone for a minute, huh?"
Ricky backed off, pouting. He grabbed his prick and started pumping on it, moving up close again as if he wanted to shoot a load of cum into Alicia's ear. She could hear his moist foreskin sliding back and forth over his cock-knob as he jerked on his prick, beating himself off.
Alicia never stopped moving. Even during Ricky's interruption, she kept fucking up and down on Shawn's cock, kept bobbing her head and sucking Mark's cock. She'd never been stuffed so full of cock. She wished that somehow Ricky could get his prick inside her too, but she figured that was impossible, unless he fucked her in the ear.
"Suck that big cock!" Mark murmured. "Suck it!"
"Fuck me!" Shawn moaned. "Oh Mom, fuck me!"
"Mmmnnn!" Alicia moaned, her throat stuffed with cock, her tits flapping. Shawn's cock fucked deep into her pussy again and again.
"Ohhhh, Mommmm!" Shawn sighed, fucking his cock upward into her. "That feels so good!"
"Hey, Ricky," Mark said. "Why don't you give Mom a thrill? Shove your finger up her asshole. She loves that."
"Up her ass?" Rick asked.
"Yeah, right up her shithole," Mark said. "Just fuck your middle finger right up there."
Ricky squatted, beating off with one hand, feeling Alicia, ass with the other. His finger slipped between her asscheeks and he fucked it straight in, dry.
Alicia gasped, allowing Mark's cockhead to fuck down her throat even deeper. Ricky's finger fucked in and out of her asshole, making her wince until it became lubricated with her natural asshole moisture.
"Hey, this is fun!" Rick said. "This is really sexy."
"Come on, Mom, suck me off," Mark said, stroking Alicia's head. "Use your tongue a little more. Hit the magic spot. Yeah, that's it. Keep licking right there. Oh, fuck!"
Alicia polished the back of Mark's prickhead and the sensitive area just below the prickhead, her wet tongue churning. She felt the boy's cock swell hugely, nearly choking her. His cock contracted, quivering, spurting.
Thick slimy gobs of cum slid down Alicia's gullet.
"Oh, man take it!" Mark moaned. "Suck my jizz out!" He clung to her head, his cock forced into her face to the hilt, his huge prick bucking and spurting cum.
Alicia glugged down the cum, drunk on the taste and aroma. As she sucked Mark's balls dry, she fucked up and down on Shawn's cock, feeling it swell and harden inside her seething pussy. Ricky's finger in her asshole sent hot needles through her loins. Her cunt nearly popped Shawn's cock out of its skin as she fucked down on it hard. Shawn crushed her in his arms, burying his face against her big tits as he shot his cum-load.
"Momm!" Shawn whimpered, his loins bucking, his cock flexing and shooting. "Oohhhh, Mommmaaaa!"
"Oh, oh, oh!" Ricky muttered.
He zipped his finger out of Alicia's asshole, shot to a standing position, and began to spurt his jism against the side of her face. His hot cum made splashing sounds as it hit, some ofit spurting into her ear, most of it running down her cheek and
Alicia reached a peak of excitement. Sucking down Mark's jism, feeling Shawn's cum spurting into her pussy and Ricky's cum splashing against her face, she screwed her cunt in tight circles on Shawn's flexing fucker and brought herself off.
"Look at her jerk!" Mark said, petting Alicia's head. "Come on, Mom, grind out that feeling. Christ, you're sexy!"
Alicia closed her eyes, squirming in Shawn's arms, impaled on his rigid prick. Even though Mark had stopped shooting, she kept sucking his fat prick. Ricky shot out his last spurts of jism, rubbing his red-hot cockhead up and down her jizm-slick cunt.
No need to die now, a triumphant voice in her mind told her. This is only the beginning, Alicia, only the beginning. You wanted an affair, and now you've got three affairs three teenage cocks to satisfy.
Mark pulled his cock out of her mouth and stuffed it back in his jeans, struggling to re-zip the zipper. "Something sure smells good, Mom. What's for breakfast?"
Alicia pulled her cunt off Shawn's cock and stood up. Ricky's cum ran down her neck and onto her shoulder and tit.
"Pancakes and sausages," she said, wiggling naked over to the griddle. "Coming right up."
Chapter 9
"So what's new?" said Paul. He was calling from his Tokyo office. He'd just informed Alicia that he'd be unable to make it home until spring. He had several major deals going that required him to stay in Japan for at least three more months.
"I let Hilda go," Alicia said. "A few weeks ago."
"You what?"
"Don't worry, I gave her an extra month's salary and a going- away bonus. We just didn't need her anymore, Paul. I've started cooking and housekeeping again."
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"Absolutely not, darling. I just realized one day that I missed being a housewifeand a mother. The boys love it. We've become much closer since Hilda leftthe boys and I."
There was silence on the line for a moment.
"What can I say?" Paul said finally.
"There's nothing to say, darling. It's done. Next time you're home, I'll cook you one of my gourmet specialties."
"I'll look forward to it," he said without a great deal of enthusiasm in his voice. "And how are the boys?"
"They couldn't be better."
"Fine. Tell them they'll be getting raises in their allowances. Hey look, I've gotta run. Talk to you next month again. Say hi to the boys for me."
"Will do. Say hi to the geisha girls for me."
Paul chuckled. "Will do," he said and hung up.
"What did he say, Mom?" asked Ricky.
He looked up from between Alicia's legs, licking his lips. Pussy juice dripped from his chin. He was naked.
Alicia adjusted herself on her pillows. She was propped up against them on her bed, her legs spread wide, Ricky lying belly-down between her thighs.
"He says you're all going to be getting bigger allowances," Alicia said. "Keep licking my pussy, darling. You do a very good job."
Ricky burrowed between her legs again and started to suck.
"It's about time," Mark said, slowly massaging his big prick. The naked youth was sprawled in a recliner near the bed, his feet propped up. "I could use a few extra bucks."
"When's he coming home?" said Shawn. He sat near Alicia on the bed, his feet resting on the floor. He stroked her tits lovingly.
Alicia reached over and took hold of Shawn's hard cock, slowly jacking on it. "It'll be another three or four months. He's got several deals going from which he can't get away."
Ricky bit her clit. She arched up, moaning as he sucked on it. He kept gnawing, growling like a puppy, and she gasped as spasms gripped her cunt.
"Oh, Ricky! Suck me, baby!" She rubbed her contracting cunt in Ricky's face, smearing it with fuck-slime.
"What a bitch!" Mark said, watching her writhe. "Sometimes I wish I were a girl so I could come over and over again like that."
"Me too," Shawn said, squeezing Alicia's tits rhythmically until she settled back down. "You come so much, Mom."
Ricky sat up, wiping his face and mouth with his hand. "I can come again and again, and I'm sure no girl."
"You can't come anything like a girl can," Mark said. "You can come maybe six times a day. I know girls who can come that many time in any hour."
"Which girls?" Shawn asked.
Mark smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Alicia sighed, shaking her head to clear it. "Quit the silly talk, you guys. You're wasting time. You've gotta hit the sack soon. There's school in the morning, remember? Anybody want to blow their nuts once more before bed? What do you want, a jerk-off, blow- job, a fuck? Step right up."
"I wanna fuck your ass," Mark said.
"So what else is new?" Alicia moved up onto her hands and knees. "Come on, you horny bull."
"I wanna do it, too," Ricky said.
"You can be second," Alicia said to Ricky. "Just wait your turn." She glanced over her shoulder at Shawn. "What about you, honey?"
Shawn gave her a silly grin. He shrugged. "I'd love to."
Alicia giggled. "That's my boy." She wiggled her ass. "All aboard."
Mark got up out of the recliner and sauntered over to the bed, his cock wagging like a heavy club. He pushed Ricky out of the way and kneeled behind Alicia.
Ricky and Shawn stood, cocks stiff, waiting their turns. Alicia couldn't wait. She loved getting fucked by her sons one after another, especially getting fucked up the asshole.
Mark wiped his cock up and down her cunt slit, getting his cockhead slippery. Then he worked it up her pussy, fucking it in and out a few times to get his entire cock coated with her slick cunt cream. She wiggled her ass, wishing he could fire a load of cum up her pussy first, then fire another one up her asshole. She had become a glutton for boy-cum.
Mark pulled his wet cock out of her cunt. She watched over her shoulder because she loved watching a cock fuck into her asshole. Mark's cock dripped with her creamy cuntal fluids. He rubbed his prick up and down her ass furrow a few times, then twisted the end of it against her ass pucker. Her asshole hungered for cock. As her boy applied pressure, her ass pucker opened like a flower and his long cock disappeared completely up her ass in one smooth fuck stroke.
"Ah!" Mark sighed. "What a slick hole! Your asshole was made for fucking, Mom!"
"Oh Mark, give it to me!" Alicia was quivering from head to toe. The feeling of Mark's big long fucker buried in her ass guts made her want to squeal like a giddy schoolgirl. She wiggled her ass. "Fuck me, Mark, fuck me!"
"Man, what a bitch!" Mark started to fuck.
Alicia worked her ass in circles, banged it back against her son's hard abdomen. Her tits flapped. She grunted, panted, tossed her head. She felt no self-consciousness about fucking in front of Shawn and Ricky. She knew her uninhibited display of fuck-lust was only turning them on more, making their cocks harder and hotter. She wished all three boys could get their pricks up her asshole simultaneously and spurt their cum at the same time. She loved taking cock up the ass, had grown so fond of it that she preferred it now to getting fucked up the cunt.
Mark fucked his cock in and out a few dozen strokes, then suddenly pulled out.
"Mark, don't stop!" She felt the air licking the edges of her open asshole.
"I almost shot," he said. "I wanna cool off a little, make it last. Your turn, squirt."
Ricky didn't have to be invited twice to take Mark's place. He hopped up on the bed, stood behind Alicia and squatted until he could shove his stiff prick up her asshole. Her asshole closed around his rock-hard young cock rod, clamping it tightly as he began his fuck- thrusts.
"Oh Ricky, that's good!" Alicia cooed. "Keep it up!"
The boy fucked hard and fast, pistoning his stiff prick inside her pussy. His cock felt and appeared bigger to Alicia lately, as if it were growing at a rapid rate. Maybe all that exercise she'd been giving his cock was stimulating growth.
Whack, whack, whack! Ricky's firm little belly clapped against Alicia's upturned ass as he fucked. He panted like a god, humping just as fast.
"Shawn's turn," Mark said.
Alicia looked back to see Mark grab Ricky by the hips and easily toss him off the bed, legs kicking. Ricky's cock was throbbing wildly.
"Damn you, I was just gonna come!" Ricky shouted.
Mark laughed, side-stepping the younger boy's attempt to kick him. "That's why I pulled you off, you horny little monkey. You gotta learn to go slower, not blow your nuts in ten seconds all the time. You gotta learn to tease a girl, make her beg for it."
Shawn had lost no time. The moment Ricky was yanked off of Alicia, Shawn had slipped up onto to the bed and fucked his stiff prick up Alicia's asshole. He gripped her at the waist, jerking on her ass as he fucked his cock in and out.
"Oh, Mom, I love your ass!" he breathed, his eyes closed.
"I love your cock," Alicia said. "Fuck me, babyoh, yes!" She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of Shawn's big horny fucker sliding in her asshole.
If only I could keep a cock inside me all the time, she thought. If only the boys could leave their cocks inside me when they go off to school one cock up my ass, one cock up my cunt, one in my mouth to suck on like a pacifier all day long.
These days she kept herself busy from the moment the boys left for school in the morning until one of them came home from school. She spent her days housekeeping, shopping, preparing meals, working out at the spa. She didn't watch her soap opera anymoreit got her too frustrated, seeing Zenobia seducing some young man while her own young men were unavailable until after school. She didn't want to jerk off during the day, so she spent her days working hard and avoiding that stimulating soap opera.
Her incessant fuck-itch was temporarily soothed each day by Thomas at the spa, who always gave her cunt a good massage with his prick during her sessions with him. She'd begun working out around noon now instead of late in the afternoons. This new scheduling provided her with a delicious fuck in the middle of the day and allowed her to get through the rest of the afternoon.
"You getting close, Shawn?" asked Mark.
"Yeah," Shawn breathed, fucking his cock in and out with eight inch strokes.
"Then pull out," Mark said. "Ricky and me need your help. We're gonna make a sandwich, with Mom in the middle."
"I don't think I can hold it," Shawn moaned.
Mark pushed him, nearly knocking him off the bed. Shawn's cock pulled out and he clutched it as he slid off the bed.
"Are you coming?" Mark asked.
"No," said Shawn irritably.
"Great," Mark said. "Now don't go beating it off."
Alicia allowed Mark to direct things, as he always ended up doing. After Shawn had cooled off, Mark made him lie under Alicia. She at back, guiding his cock into her cunt. Then she lay forward onto Shawn, keeping her cunt impaled on his prick, pressing her tits to his chest.
She kissed her blond pianist. "How're ya doing, darling?"
He licked her lips, making them itch and tingle. "I feel great," he said. "I feel just great."
"I get to fuck her ass," Mark said. "You can have her mouth, squirt."
"That isn't fair," Ricky said. "I want her ass."
"You can fuck her ass next time," Mark said.
"You always get to fuck her ass," Rick said, but he got up on the bed, knocking the pillows off to make room for himself above Alicia's head.
From a kneeling position, Ricky sat back on his heels, spreading his knees and moving close. His balls just about dangled in Shawn's eyes as he bent his stiff prick down and fed it to Alicia.
Alicia let the boy's most, ass-flavored cock fuck between her lips. His cockhead seared her tonsils and his naked groin mashed against her nose. As she tasted Ricky's cock, she felt Shawn's cock flex inside her pussy and Mark's cock fuck into her asshole, stuffing her guts completely.
"Oh, wowwww!" Mark sighed. "Your asshole feels so much tighter with Shawn's fat cock up your cunt! Mom, you are a cock-loving bitch! Fuck that cock, you wild bitch!"
Alicia felt her eyes roll. She nearly bit off Ricky's cock in her excitement. Her cunt contracted, and she felt Shawn's cock squirm in her fuckhole. She started to wiggle her ass and hump, fucking her cunt up and down on Shawn's cock as Mark fucked his cock in and out of her asshole. As she fucked two cocks, she sucked on a third cock.
Ricky grabbed her head, his fingers digging into her temples. As she sucked on his prick, he pistoned it between her lips, jabbing her tonsils with his burning prick-knob, feeding her his pubescent cockmeat.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Suck, lick!"
Shawn squirmed under Alicia, crushed by the combined weight of Alicia and Mark, nearly smothered by Ricky's crotch. He didn't seem to mind, though. He kept mumbling about how good he felt, kept fucking his stiff prick up into Alicia's burning pussy as she fucked down on it. Fuck juices leaked from Alicia's pussy and bathed Shawn's balls.
"This is wild," Mark said. "We oughta do it like this at least every day."
"Next time, I get to fuck her shithole," Ricky said.
"Sure, ya do," Mark said. "Fair's fair. Oh man, this feels great! I can feel Shawn's cock rubbing around in there, too. Wow, this is really a turn-on."
"Wow!" Ricky moaned. "Suck my cock, Mom, eat it!"
Alicia sucked, using her lips and tongue on her youngest son's uncut prick. She'd become a skilled cock-sucker over the last several weeks, learning how to bring off any of her sons at will. Sometimes she would suck all three of them off as fast as she could, trying to set a new record for herself. Her present record was about two and a half minutes to suck off all them and swallow their cum.
"Get your tongue under the skin," Ricky said. "Lick it where it feels good."
Her boy loved it when she probed her tongue under his foreskin, when she worked her tongue around in circles, the tip of it slipped under his foreskin. She did that now, sucking his cock deftly as her tongue made wet circles.
"Oh, Mom!" Ricky rammed his cock down her throat and came, sending streams of hot jism straight down her gullet. His prick bucked and quivered, pumping out spurt after hot spurt of cum. "Oh, eat it! Suck it all out!"
Alicia's head swam. Cum always acted like a drug on her senses. She sucked hungrily, cooing and gurgling as Ricky's spunk splashed against her tonsils. As she sucked, her cunt sucked to the same rhythm, squeezing Shawn's fucking cock.
Shawn started squirming wildly, as if he were crazy to break free from under this pile of flesh. His hard prick churned inside her pussy, knifing upward sharply and rapidly. He moaned, whimpering, fucking his cock up into her cunt faster and faster.
"Mom!" Shawn growled. "Oh Momma! Yeah!"
His prick ballooned, hard as iron. It contracted and vibrated. His cum spewed out like molten lava, filling Alicia's pussy with its heat.
Alicia's body quivered. All it took was a cock shooting off insider her to make her excitement rush to a climax. Sucking Ricky's sensitive cock until he squealed, she writhed in a frenzy of pure lust and sensation between the naked bodies of her two oldest sons, her flesh fused with theirs, their big hot cocks inside her guts and pumping her full of the most delicious thrills imaginable.
She wriggled, grunting, growling, moaning, going out of her mind with passion. As Shawn's fluffy jizz-wads fired into her pussy, her cunt flesh swelled, saturated with fuck-itch and tension.
She saw flashes of light behind her eyeballs, saw fireworks in her brain. Her loins became a writhing, contracting, mass of pleasure saturated fuckmeat. Shawn whimpered as her insatiable cunt nearly skinned his spasming cock.
"I'm gonna come!" Mark gasped, fucking his cock in and out of her clutching, quivering asshole. "Oh, Mom, fuck you!"
He collapsed on her with all his weight, letting his orgasm take over. His body jerked like a puppet as his jism gushed into Alicia's asshole, his cock flexing again and again, the moans of pleasure bubbling from his mouth. His cum came in hot explosions, hurtling into her ass guts, thrilling her to the core of her being.
They all lay still at last, quiet except for their labored breathing. Alicia felt as if she'd melted into all of them. Mark sounded as if he'd fallen asleep. Shawn lay under her silently, completely buried beneath them. Had it not been for the pounding of his heart, she would have feared he was crushed to death. The air smelled heavily of sweat and sex, of pussy and cum. Alicia knew they'd have to uncouple eventually, that she'd have to send her boys off to bed for a decent night's sleep. Without their sleep, they'd have a rough time in school in the morning.
But shed didn't want to disturb them yet. They were all welded together in bliss, and she wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as she could before her sense of motherly duty demanded she send them to bed.
"Mom, I've gotta pee," Ricky mumbled, slumped over her and half asleep. His prick still filled her mouth, plump and partially hard.
"Go," Alicia said as best she could. She felt very wicked, very loving and still horny. She gave his cock a few gentle sucks.
"I've gotta go bad, Mom."
"Pee," she said. "In my mouth. Just pee. Come on." She teased his cock with her tongue.
Her boy let go. His hot piss streamed into her mouth and she almost choked as she swallowed the hot, bitter fluid. She thought he'd never stop pissing. She had to swallow at least a quart of her son's piss.
By the time he finished pissing, she was ready for more fucking.
Eat your heart out, Zenobia, Alicia thought. And she sighed, pleased that her three beautiful sons had turned out to be motherfuckers.
