the naughty mom part 6

Naughty Mom



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.