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                          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."






 
