the naughty mom part 6
Introduction:
part 6 and hope you enjoy
Chapter Six:
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.
