Archive-name: Naughty.Mother

From: jfairbnk@terapin.com (Jonathan Fairbanks)

Subject: Story (NEW) : Naughty Mom pt.1

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

- Jonathan.


Naughty Mother (part one)

Chapter One:


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 fm
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.


That was the way he sounded, anyway.

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.


to be continued....



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