The naughty mom part 5

Naughty Mom


Chapter Five:

“This is great, Mom, I didn’t know you were such a good cook.”

Alicia flipped over a pancake on the griddle. “Thank you,
Ricky. How many more would you like?”

“Six,” Ricky said, licking maple syrup off his fingers.

Alicia looked for a mischievous grin on the boy’s face as a sign
that he was kidding, but she saw only a boy intent upon licking the
syrup off his fingers. She shrugged and flipped some more pancakes.

“Hilda sure can’t cook like this,” Mark said. He dropped a
sausage in his mouth and swallowed it with hardly a chew. As he
devoured another sausage, he spread half a stick of butter over his
steaming pancakes.

“Thank you,” Alicia said. “I think I’ll be doing more cooking
from now on. I kind of miss doing it.”

“Great,” Mark said, stuffing a stacked wedge of dripping
pancakes in his mouth. His cheeks bulged as he chewed.

“Everything all right, Shawn?” Alicia smiled at him.

“Fine,” he said, giving her a polite smile as he carefully
sliced his pancakes and sausages into small pieces.

“Want me to make you anymore?”

“No, thank you,” Shawn said. “This is just right.”

Alicia shoveled a heap of hot cakes onto a plate and gave them
to Ricky, watching with joy and a touch of squeamishness as he
drowned them in a pint of syrup. She contained her urge to tell him
to go easier on the syrup.

Shawn ate slowly and quietly, with his mouth closed.

He looks so different now, Alicia thought. Maybe she’d only
dreamed about watching Shawn jacking off. She found it hard to
believe that the well-dressed and well-mannered schoolboy sitting
before her at the breakfast table had squirmed like a rutting
billygoat last night on his bed, her own panties draped over his
face.

Alicia pulled out her chair and sat down, sipping coffee. Out
of the corners of her eyes, she saw Shawn glance up. His eyes
lingered on her breasts. Ricky and Mark glanced up every so often,
too, but they were nowhere near as discreet in ogling her breasts as
Shawn was. She was dressed in nothing but her leopard-skin bathrobe,
tied at the waist and open at the neck. Her chest was bare, showing
off the upper part of her well-formed breasts.

“What’s hypothermia?” Ricky mumbled, his mouth full of pancake,
syrup dripping from his chin.

Mark and Shawn both looked at Ricky curiously.

“Is it like a bad cold?” Ricky looked at Alicia expectantly,
chomping away.

Alicia felt herself flush. All three boys were looking at her
now, chewing slowly, their food half-forgotten.

“Hypothermia is when you get so cold that your body temperature
drops so low that it can kill you,” Alicia blurted out in one breath.
“It come from getting both wet and cold at the same time usually.
That’s why it’s always essential to wear your raincoat on a cold,
rainy day. Now, hurry up and eat your breakfast. You’ll be late for
school.”

“I got a ride,” Ricky said. He glanced at Mark. “I almost got
hypothermia yesterday,” he added almost proudly.

“No more talk,” Alicia said. “Eat!”

Ricky frowned, wrinkling his nose, but dug into his pancakes
again.

“Hey, yeah!” Mark said, as if he’d just been hit on the back and
his voice had popped out. “We studied hypothermia in one of my gym
classes. Backpackers get it a lot — up there in the mountains.
When one of ’em gets it, one of the other ones has to knock the
hypothermia’d one over the head because he gets crazy. Then they
have to shove him in a sleeping bag and crawl in with him to warm him
up.”

“Naked?” Ricky said.

Mark smirked wickedly. “If the hypothermia’d one’s a chick,” he
said almost under his breath. Then he glanced at Alicia as if just
discovering that she was there. He gave her a silly face and stuffed
in a mouthful of food.

“Hey,” Ricky said. “I wouldn’t mind —“

“Ricky, shut up and eat!” Alicia snapped.

He frowned again, then started eating, giving her a sulky
expression as he looked back up.

Alicia hadn’t wanted to snap at him, but she had to shut him up.