The naughty mom (chapter 2) by mstrmrd

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Chapter Two:

The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the

least. The rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it

clear of the windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway

traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alicia would

have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that

they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else

into the center of the city where everything was within walking

distance or only a short drive away. Alicia would never get used to

freeways.

Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the

downpour. They took her mind off what had happened at home. She

didn’t want to think about what she’d done with Ricky. It was as if

she’d gone temporarily insane. She couldn’t believe she’d jacked off

her young son and gulped down his jism! She would never do it again.

Never, never, never!

She concentrated on her driving, her stomach tightening as cars

cut in and out in front of and behind her. She wasn’t going to kill

herself trying to keep up with the stampede.

As the rain pelted the windshield, she found herself

momentarily visualizing a glass showerstall door. She caught a

glimpse of a slender shape behind the glass, a stiff cock jutting

upward and wagging as the shape moved. She blinked and the vision

was gone, replaced by windshield wipers and cars cutting in and out

in front of her.

Forget it, she ordered herself. Forget it once and for all.

Don’t ever think about it again. Think about something else.

She remembered Ricky’s apparent surprise when she’d suggested

that she might cook dinner tonight. He really didn’t believe she

could cook, did he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn’t

believe she could keep house, either.

Well, she couldn’t blame him too much. They’d hired Hilda

shortly after Ricky was born. Ricky had never known another cook or

housekeeper. Even when Hilda had taken vacations — as she was doing

now for a few weeks — they’d hired temporary cooks and housekeepers.

The only reason Alicia hadn’t hired a temporary servant this time was

that she hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Alicia suddenly envisioned herself cooking a meal for the boys.

She saw herself doing housework, washing clothes. Maybe she ought to

try these things again. Maybe they’d do her some good, help fill up

and order her somewhat empty and aimless days. She was herself

waxing floors, throwing dirty underwear into the washer.

She laughed at herself. You can’t be serious, Alicia, she

thought. Then she realized she was serious.

We’d have to fire Hilda, she thought, and then felt a sense of

relief, almost elation. Maybe it would be worth going back to work

just to get rid of Hilda. The old bag was getting worse every year.

She demanded more and more time off, demanded more and more pay, and

had just about taken over rule of the house. It was only when Paul

was home that Hilda acted like a servant and not like the mistress of

the house. The moment Paul flew off to Japan or someplace, Hilda

became her grim, demanding, bitchy self again. Wouldn’t it be nice

to be rid of her sour puss once and for all?

Alicia was feeling high as an air balloon above the rain clouds

as she exited the freeway. She’d try out getting back to work. If

she could swing working again, it would be bye-bye Hilda. Paul would

never agree to firing Hilda for another housekeeper. But Paul

couldn’t deny Alicia’s wish to resume the duties of a housewife.

“Good-bye, Hilda, and good riddance,” Alicia said aloud as she

swung into the parking lot of the health spa.

She surged through her workout in the exercise room in record

time, working with free weights and the universal machine. By the

time she finished, she was tight and tingly all over.

She went to the locker room and stripped in front of the wall

mirror. In the subdued overhead light, her sweaty body looked as if

it were sheened with oil. Her tan thighs needed some work. With all

the rain, she’d been unable to get any sun in over a week. She liked

having big, deeply tanned, tits and an ass to match, and having these

blend with her tan on her back, arms, belly and legs. Her tits

appeared especially large today, with her cherries as big as silver

dollars and studded with erect bumps. Her nipples looked good enough

to suck on, even to her.

She went to her locker and got her bikini, then returned to the

mirror to dress. She didn’t care who was watching her. She dressed

slowly, pulling the panties up her smooth legs until she’d covered

her golden pussy. Her tit cups covered hardly more than two-thirds

of her nipples. She ran her brush through her hair a few times,

until it shone like yellow gold. Then she shoved her hair behind her

shoulders, feeling the ends of it tickle the center of her naked back

as she walked out of the locker room under the envious scrutiny of

the other women.

She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson,” said the wide-shouldered young man

in his white uniform.

“That’s entirely all right, Thomas,” Alicia was struck again at

how much the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant’s stableboy, with

his sheepish expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling

into his eyes.

“If you’re ready, I can take you early,” he said, his eyes on

her tits. “I have a cancellation.”

“Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning

booth.”

“I’ll get the table ready,” Thomas said, glancing once more at

Alicia’s tits before heading on down the hall.

Alicia lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her

bikini, her eyes covered with opaque black glasses. She turned every

little while so she’d tan evenly. She thought of her upcoming

massage, could almost feel Thomas’s big strong fingers on her flesh,

relaxing totally. She realized her cunt was throbbing, realized it

hadn’t stopped throbbing since she’d entered the bathroom with her

naked son. Her muscles pumped and tingling, her skin sleek with a

sheen of sweat, her pussy pounding like a heart, she felt more and

more sensuous as she posed under the ultraviolet light, tanning her

smooth skin.

What would Thomas’s reaction be if she let him remove her

bikini today? It was her choice — to get her massage while wearing

her bikini, or to be naked. She’d been getting massages from Thomas

for over a year, but always with her bikini on. Thomas never failed

to ask her before each massage, though, whether she preferred waring

the bikini or removing it.

The buzzer went off in the ultraviolet booth, signaling Alicia

that she’d had enough. As she sat up and slid off the tanning table,

she felt a tightening in her cunt and a twinge of anxiety in her

stomach. After she put her bikini back on, she left the tanning

room, heading down the hall to the massage room in a partial daze.

Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel.

The moment Alicia walked into the room, he quickly slid around the

table and shut the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He

turned down the lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage

table took on a slightly yellowish cast.

“Warm oil?” he asked.

“Yes,” Alicia said. “As warm as you can get it.”

“It’s heated and read,” he said. “And you prefer wearing your

bikini?”

Alicia paused for a moment. “No,” she said. “No, I think I’d

be more comfortable with it off today. I’d like to try it that way

once.”

The boy didn’t respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as

if he couldn’t understand what she’d just said, as if she’d spoke in

a foreign language. “Off?” he said, almost with a frown.

“Off,” Alicia said. She reached behind her to untie her

halter. “Will you help me, Thomas?”

“Well…well, I mean, sure,” the boy mumbled. His fingers

fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.

Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it

up. Alicia shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could

straighten himself.

“Please, Thomas,” she said, “will you help me with these?”

The boy’s face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the

panties off over Alicia’s bare feet. The musky aroma of Alicia’s

moist cunt rose in the air.

Alicia lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread

as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table.

She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked,

liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked

before.

Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alicia’s

neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with

warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.

Alicia sighed as the young man’s big fingers began to knead and

stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of

her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He

kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within

seconds, Alicia’s entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn’t

want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.

Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it,

working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alicia

felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on

the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alicia sighed,

almost moaned.

The boy’s hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up,

milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her

feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both

her feet and legs were limp and tingling.

He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big

fingers massaged her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits,

spreading hot oil all over them, squeezing her tits, his fingers

rotating over the erect cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples

between his fingers, Alicia’s cunt contracted and a small spurt of

hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen cuntlips. She moaned,

writhing.

His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down.

Alicia opened her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her

legs. As he fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alicia gasped.

The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt.

He rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning,

mumbling. He pushed his hands under Alicia’s thighs, lifted them,

spread them wide. Alicia grabbed the backs of her knees to steady

her legs in the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could,

opening her cunt up completely. The boy’s fat tongue slid between

her pussylips.

“Mmmm, mmmm!” Thomas moaned as he munched. He sucked on

Alicia’s swollen pussylips, chewed on them. His tongue twisted,

fucked in and out, probing, licking, tasting.

“Oh Thomas!” Alicia gasped. “Oh God!”

She couldn’t believe this was happening. Not even her husband

had ever done anything like this to her before. She’d had deep dark

fantasies about a man licking her pussy, but she’d never dreamed her

fantasies could ever become real.

“Lick!” she breathed. “Suck! Oh, yes!”

She let go of her legs, holding them up with her leg and hip

muscles, and she massaged her oiled tits, pinching and rolling her

nipples with oiled fingers. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, and she

could tell by the way Thomas slurped and sucked that she was oozing

hot fuck juices into his mouth.

“Make me come!” she moaned. “Oh, darling, make me come! Suck

me off!”

She couldn’t stand the heat and tension between her legs. The

burning itch was going to make her scream. She wiggled her ass,

rubbing her seething pussy in the boy’s face, fucking herself on his

probing tongue.

“Lick!” she gasped. “Suck! Oh, God!”

The boy growled like a dog. His teeth sank into her spongy

pussylips, grated her clit. She saw stars. A fireball whirled

through her loins and exploded. She jerked her ass, grunting,

moaning, coming!

“Ohhhhh, darling!” she breathed, grinding her contracting cunt

in the young masseur’s mouth. “I’m coming, baby, lick it!”

Thomas slurped at Alicia’s bubbling pussy furrow, his long

tongue flapping. He licked her open cunt from one end to the other,

even licking deep between her legs and tasting some of her ass. His

tongue felt like a flaming snake to Alicia as it tortured her

writhing crotch. He kept licking even after her contractions had

passed. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her cunt

and ass.

“Stop,” she whimpered. “Oh God, it’s too sensitive! Please

stop!”

The young man straightened up, breathing hard. Cunt juice

dripped from his chin, sweat from his nose. A few of Alicia’s golden

pussy hairs were glued to his lips. His eyes were glassy. He gazed

down at her naked body as if hypnotized by it. He began to unbutton

his shirt.

Alicia watched, fascinated and shocked as the boy took off his

shirt. He was more muscular than sh’ed thought. His chest and

abdomen looked like they’d been carved out of stone.

He looks so much like Zenobia’s stableboy, Alicia kept telling

herself — to take her mind off the somewhat frightening reality of

what was happening. The boy had pulled off his shoes and socks and

now as pushing down his white pants. It’s uncanny how much he looks

like that stableboy, Alicia thought again.

The boy stood there in a pair of white bikini briefs. It

looked as if a softball had been stuffed in his crotch. The boy

pushed down the briefs and his cock sprung up and out.

His prick looked like a big veiny billyclub. And it throbbed.

Alicia couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. Her husband’s cock was

nowhere near this big, this powerful looking. The boy’s fuckrod

almost frightened her.

Thomas mounted the massage table, climbing up at the foot end

and kneeling above alice. His cock kept throbbing. His smooth skin

was flushed from his face to his feet.

“Thomas,” Alicia said. “Oh God, what are you doing?”

The boy was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down.

He mumbled something, but Alicia couldn’t make it out. He appeared

totally flustered, the opposite of his usual professional self. He

reached down, forcing Alicia’s thighs back against her shoulders,

opening her up. He moved forward, hooked his shoulders under her

knees, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussyhole.

Alicia was shaking. He was going to fuck his prick into her

cunt whether she wanted him to or not. She was powerless to sop him.

He would rape her if she resisted.

She mumbled gibberish, unable to understand even herself.

The boy leaned into her, wiggling his loins. His prick forced

her cuntlips wide. The cock-knob slid inside, then the prickshaft.

With a smooth, gliding motion, every inch of his prick disappeared

inside her pussy. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.

And Alicia groaned with him. It was such a delicious sensation

as the boy fucked into her with his smooth hard prick. Oh God, she

wanted to feel it again! She wished his cock were a mile long so she

could feel it fucking into her for hours. That initial fuck-thrust

felt so good.

She realized she was panting as fast as the boy was. She

reached up, running her hands up and down his flanks. Her palms made

caressing circles on his lower back. She stroked his ass.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Fuck me!”

The boy started to move. His hands braced on the table along

side her shoulders, he began to raise his loins. His cock slipped

nearly out of her, then fucked back in as he simultaneously swung his

hips and drove with his powerful thighs. His asscheeks contracted as

he rammed his cock in to the balls.

Alicia moaned, her pussy saturated with itchy thrills. She

clutched at his back with her tapered fingernails. As he pulled out

and fucked in again, she wiggled her ass, screwing her cunt upward on

his plunging cock.

“Oh Thomas, fuck me! Oh yes!”

The boy ground down on her, rubbing his chest against her oiled

tits. His sweat dripped on her face. As his skin rubbed against

hers, he became slippery with her oil. His sweat added more

lubrication and soon their skin was making wet noises as it slid

together.

“Let me wrap my legs around you,” Alicia said. “I want to feel

more of you.”

The boy eased up for a few seconds to allow Alicia to slide her

legs off his shoulders, over which they’d been hooked, and she got

her legs inside his arms and flung them around his lower back. She

clutched him with her arms and legs and he writhed in her embrace.

She contracted her cunt around his buried cock, massaging his big

prick with her cuntal muscles until he gasped. His cock flexed

repeatedly inside her.

“It’s just like a mouth,” he muttered. “It sucks like a

mouth.” He lay on her with his full weight, rubbing himself against

her oiled flesh, letting her pleasure his cock with her deft cunt.

She bit his jaw, licked his salty neck. “Fuck me,” she

growled, wanting to feel his cock move inside her some more. “Oh

God, give it to me!” She clawed down his back, grinding her hairy

groin against his. “Mmmm, fuck me!”

The boy looked delirious. He squirmed on top of her, rubbing

his cock in circles inside her pussy. Her teeth gnawed his neck and

she felt him shiver.

“Grind that big thing,” she moaned. “Oh Thomas, move it!”

“Ohhhh mannn!” The boy thrust, thrust again, fucking his cock

in deep.

“Oh, you brute, fuck me!” She couldn’t get enough of this

feeling, of the boy’s muscular body and hard cock. She hadn’t felt

so possessed, so loved in years.

Thomas braced his elbows on the table, swinging his pelvis,

plunging his fat prick. His prick-head popped in and out of the

mouth of her womb. His cockshaft rippled against the sensitive wet

meat meat of her swollen cuntlips.

“Ohhh yeahhh, yeahhhh!” he moaned, his eyes glazed over with

lust. His prick swelled inside her cunt each time he thrust,

hardening like steel. His abdomen smacked against hers, their

sweaty, oiled flesh making sucking noises as it met, then pulled

apart.

Alicia tossed her head, rolled it from side to side on the

table. The small pillow had long ago been knocked aside and had

fallen to the floor. She clung to the fucking youth, grunting and

panting even louder than he was. Each time his prick fucked into her

a zillion fuck-tingles flood her cunt and loins. Her cuntmeat

swelled, growing tighter and tighter. It felt as if her lions would

explode.

“Oh Thomas, oh God, baby, fuck me!” She clawed his back some

more, not caring whether she ripped his skin. She ground her heels

into his ass, spurring him on to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

“Oh! Oh God, oh shit!” The boy was shaking. The veins stood

out on his neck and temples. He slammed his cock into her, fucking

in again and again.

Alicia thought she’d die with pleasure. She was on the verge

of exploding, and she wanted the feeling to last forever.

The boy rutted with one last barrage of fuck-thrusts. His body

vibrated as if its every cell were quivering and ready to burst. His

eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible.

Alicia held her breath. Her cunt contracted hard.

The boy shuddered. “God!” he gasped. “Oh fuck!” His jism

surged into her pussy.

Alicia gripped him in a crushing embrace, feeling his cock

pulsing inside her pussy and his jism spurting into her. Her

cuntmeat tightened to near splitting, her toes curled under, and she

melted into ecstasy.

“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” she moaned, her cunt chewing up the boy’s

cum-spurting prick, her pelvis grinding, her nails digging in. “Ohhh,

shoot it!”

The husky young masseur whimpered in her arms, fucking his

sizzling cum-load deep into her pussy. His cock flexed repeatedly

and her cunt responded by gripping, sucking, gnawing. She felt slick

juices running out of her fuckhole and down her asscrack, whether cum

or her own female fuck juices she didn’t know. As her pussy filled

with jism, the boy’s plunging cock made obscene liquid noises inside

her. When he finally pulled out, his cock was dripping with cum and

pussy juice.

He climbed off the table and wiped his cock carefully with a

hand towel. Still flushed to the bone, he quickly dressed.

“You can turn over now, Mrs. Anderson,” he mumbled. “I’ll do

your back.”

With an embarrassed giggle, Alicia flipped over. She almost

fell asleep as the talented young man stroked and kneaded the muscles

of her back. She came wide wake again, however, as the boy buried

his face between her legs and licked her cummy cunt from behind.

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