the naughty mom chapter 4

Naughty Mom


Chapter Four:

Alicia fled the basement in as state of disbelief bordering on
shock. She’d always known that Mark was a girl-chaser, and that all
the girls thought he was hot stuff. Even in grade school he had
girls calling him all the time. She’d known he was hot with the
girls, all right, but she’d never guessed just how hot. It was
obvious that her son was sex maniac who had probably fucked every
girl in his high school by now.

On the ground floor, the house was quiet. Shawn had either
finished his piano practice or was taking a break. Alicia ran down
the hallway and climbed the steps without being seen. The upstairs
hallway was quiet.

Her shoes in one hand, her bare toes sinking into the carpet as
she tiptoed toward her room, she felt uncomfortably sticky and gooey
between her cuntlips. The masseur’s cum was still trickling out of
her pussy, little by little, and her own fuck juices had flowed
freely as she’d watched Mark with the girl. She only wanted to get
clean. She knew she’d jack off in the shower, but then she’d wash
away all the filthy fuck fluids, the evidence of her degenerate lust
and her infidelity to her husband.

Her bedroom door was half closed. It should have been wide
open, as she always left it unless she was inside and didn’t want to
be disturbed. And there was a light on inside. Holding her breath,
not knowing what to expect, she peered around the edge of the half-
open door.

Shawn, clad in jeans, was rummaging in the clothes hamper in
the closet, his head nearly buried in it as he kneeled in the closet
doorway. His feet were bare, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

What in the name of God? Alicia thought. He wasn’t going to
find any clean clothes there. That was her personal hamper for her
dirty clothes.

The boy mumbled something and straightened up. As he got to
his feet, he swung shut the closet door.

Alicia pulled back before he could turn around. She slipped
into Ricky’s dark bedroom across the hall and waited, peeking out
into the dimly lit hallway.

Shawn appeared seconds later, opening her bedroom door
completely, peering up and down the hallway, then reaching back to
switch off the bedroom light before stepping out. He held something
wadded up in his left hand. A few seconds later, he’d shut the door
of his own bedroom behind him.

Alicia had never spied on her sons before. She didn’t feel
that invading another’s privacy was right. HOwever, after what she’d
inadvertently witnesses outside the hot-tub room, and because of the
way Shawn was acting, she felt justified in in kneeling outside his
bedroom door and taking a peek through the keyhole.