the naughty mom chapter 3

Naughty Mom


Chapter Three:

The rain hadn’t lessened any. It was dark as Alicia drove home
from the health club. The raindrops refracted the glow from lights
momentarily, then were swept aside by the rhythmically swishing
wipers. Alicia drove in a daze, hardly able to believe she had been
fucked at the spa, not wanting to even think about it. She just
wanted to get home and shower the smell of of that boy off her, then
soak in the hot-tub with a drink in one hand. She needed to pull
herself together.

She hadn’t bothered to shower at the spa. Now, here she sat
behind the wheel, sweaty and oily beneath her clothing, sticky
between her legs. Thomas’s cum seeped from between her cuntlips,
keeping her crotch slick and wet. She just wanted to get home and…

Wash away the evidence? she asked herself. You think it’s that
easy to undo what you’ve done? Don’t bet on it, you faithless wife.
You’re as bad as Zenobia — maybe worse. Zenobia may have fucked a
stableboy or two in her time, but has she ever jacked off her own
son, as you did this afternoon?

Alicia tromped on the accelerator, cutting out into the passing
lane and joining all the other freeway maniacs in their mad rush. She
was home in what seemed like minutes.

She slipped in the front door as quietly as she could, as if
she were going to burglarize her own house. She didn’t feel she
could face anybody tonight. She just wanted a shower, a hot soak, a
nightcap, and a warm bed. Tomorrow she would wake up and it would be
new day and she could start fresh.

She removed her shoes in the foyer, listening to Shawn banging
on the piano in the music room at the other end of the house. He was
playing a fast, fiery piece and she was glad for it. His playing
would block out any sounds she made.

She tiptoed down the hall, her bare feet sinking deep into the
plush carpet, and she made it onto the basement stairs without
meeting either Ricky or Mark. She didn’t know where either of them
were tonight, and she didn’t care — even if they were out running
around in the rain. She just didn’t want to confront them.

She went through the game room without bothering to turn on the
overhead lights. Then she headed down the hall toward the hot-tub
room at the far end of it. Immediately upon stepping into the dark
hallway, she hesitated.

The door of the hot-tub room was open a few inches and a light
was beaming into the hallway. Either somebody had left on the over
head lights in the hot-tub room or somebody was in there now.

She bypassed the basement bathroom with its shower and crept
toward the hot-tub room. If one of the boys was in the hot-tub,
she’d give up all ideas of a quick shower and a soak. She’d clean up
in her private bathroom adjoining her bedroom and lock herself in for
the night. She just didn’t want to talk to anybody tonight.

She was almost to the door when she heard splashing and some
muffled squeaking.

“Mark, don’t!” a girlish voice squealed. “Mark —” the words
were drowned out and became more muffled squeaks.

Alicia moved to the door and peeked into the room.

Mark, his body naked and glistening with water, stood up in the
sunken hot-tub, crushing a naked girl in his arms and kissing her
violently on the mouth. She squirmed in his arms, squealing and
mumbling into his open mouth, chocking on his tongue. Mark rubbed
against her, humping his cock at her wet belly, sliding his muscles
against her tits. He stood a full head taller than she was. Her
wavy blond hair dangled a little past her shoulders as he bore down
on her, bending her head back and kissing her as if he wanted to
shove his tongue all the way down her gullet.

Alicia’s first impulse was to turn and walk away as if she
hadn’t seen a thing.