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                          Naughty Mother 
                              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.


 
