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                      Jonathan Fairbanks
                 From: an16679@anon.penet.fi


                        Naughty Mother


                          Chapter I

      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 from 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.



 
                          Chapter II

      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 sore 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 she'd 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 stop 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 III

      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 IV

      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 V

      "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, yessss!"

      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.  "Ooooh, ohhhh!"
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 VI

      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.

      "Ohhhh, Shawnnnn!"  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 VII

       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



                         Chapter VIII

      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
again, 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.  "Ohhh, 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.

      "Ohhhh, mannnn --- 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 neck.

      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 IX

      "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 housewife --- and a mother.  The boys love
it.  We've become much closer since Hilda left --- the 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.

      "Ohhhhhhh, 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.

      "Ahhhhh!" 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, baby ---
oh, yesss!" 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 anymore ---it 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."

      "Wowwww!" 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.

      "Ohhhhh, Mommmmm!" 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.  "Ohhhh, 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!  Yeahhhh!"

      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
youuuuuuu!"

      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 mother-fuckers.



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