the naughty mom Part 7

Naughty Mom


Chapter Seven:

Two down and one to go! Those words kept pounding in Alicia’s
head like a chant shouted by cheerleaders.

She hadn’t showered. She hadn’t dressed. The unmade bed with
Ricky’s cum on the sheet lay before her like a symbol, a symbol of
her messed-up mind and soiled soul. She wandered around her bedroom,
naked under her leopard-skin robe, sitting on the bed from time to
time, sometimes leaning over to sniff the wet spot and get a whiff of
Ricky’s cum. The smell reminded her of the smell of the cleanser
she’d used today to scour out the sink.

Two down and one to go, said that wicked voice in Alicia’s mind.
Zenobia’s got nothing on you, Alicia. In two days, you’ve outdone
Zenobia with all her stableboys. Zenobia’s a saint compared to you,
Alicia. Two down and one to go!

“Mom, you in there?” Ricky was shaking the door. “Mom!”

“What is it, darling? I’m not feeling well.”

“I’m done with my route, Mom.” He shook the door again.

“Fine,” Alicia said. “Now why don’t you find yourself something
to eat, maybe go out for a hamburger?”

“Ain’t you gonna cook, Mom? I thought you said you were gonna
cook supper tonight. You said so this morning.”

“I would if I were feeling better, honey, but I’ve got a
headache. Why don’t you go ask Shawn to go out with you for dinner?”

“He probably won’t wanna. Can I come in?”

“Tell him I’m asking him to do it. And, no you can’t come in.
Please let me rest now, will you, darling?”

“Can I come in after I eat? Can we do it again?”

“Ricky, you march downstairs and have Shawn walk with you to
wherever you want to eat. Understand?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Ricky moped. “But can we do it again later?
I’m ready.”

“Ricky, would you please let me rest?”

“Does that mean, yes?”

“We’ll see,” Alicia said, figuring it was the only thing she
could say to get rid of him.

“Great!” he said. “See you later, Mom. You can’t see me, but
I’m kissing you through the door.”

“Thank you, darling,” Alicia said. She listened with relief as
she heard Ricky bouncing down the stairs.

She went to the door and pressed her ear to it, straining to
hear. She could vaguely make out Ricky’s and Shawn’s voices. When
she heard the front door slam, she smiled. After waiting a few more
minutes, she unlocked her door and went downstairs to the kitchen.

You’re sick, an accusing part of her mind whispered every once
in a while. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Haven’t you done
enough already? What are you, a nymphomaniac?

Two down and one to go! chanted another part of her, drowning
out the weak, accusing voice. Two down and one to go, Alicia. And
Alicia had to resist shoving her her hand inside her robe and
clutching at her throbbing pussy. Her pussylips were swollen up
again like slabs of raw, spongy liver, and her cunthole undulated
inside, starving for cock — for Mark’s cock.

A few minutes later, Mark walked into the kitchen. He was
dressed in white athletic shoes, jeans, and his maroon letterman’s
jacket. He stopped, looking first at Alicia, then around the
kitchen.

“Hi,” he said. “When’s supper?”

Alicia’s smile faded slightly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was
so busy I didn’t get around to making a meal tonight. I’ll make one
tomorrow evening, though. I promise.”

He gave her a kind of a blank look, then said, “I’m beat. Coach
had us lifting weights and doing gymnastics for two hours. Wouldn’t
even let us in the pool. Said we’ve gotta build up our strength. I
was too worn out to even take a shower. I could hardly get dressed,
my muscles are so pumped up and tight.”

“You look pumped up,” Alicia said. “Isn’t it a great feeling?
I always love that feeling when I’m done working out.”

“I just feel stiff and burned out,” Mark said.

“You need a good long soak in the hot-tub,” Alicia said.
“That’s what you need. Why don’t you go downstairs and hop in the
tub? And I’ll see if I can round up some food for you, a sandwich or
something.”

The boy’s face brightened. “Yeah, I think I’ll do that.
Thanks, Mom.”

As soon as Mark had left, Alicia went to the refrigerator and
pulled out the bread. The only reasonable fixings she could find for
a sandwich were peanut butter and jelly. Hilda hadn’t stocked up on
anything before she’d left on her vacation, as if it didn’t matter if
they all starved while she was gone.

“The old bitch!” Alicia murmured, smearing peanut butter on a
slice of bread. She made a thick sandwich, plopped it on a plate,
poured a glass of milk, and headed for the hot-tub.

Mark looked startled as she swung the door open and entered the
room. He was up to his neck in the water.

“Thanks, Mom, you can just leave it and I’ll eat it after I’ve
soaked awhile,” he said.

Alicia gave him a suggestive smile. “You can soak and eat at
the same time,” she said, sitting down on the tile floor next to the
sunken tub. Her robe fell open and she didn’t try to hide herself.
She gave the boy a good look at her bare legs and at her breasts.

He glanced away from her tits with an apparent effort. “That’s
kind of messy, isn’t it, eating with wet hands?”

She let her legs dangle down into the water, let her knees
spread as they would. Her robe opened up and she knew the boy could
see her cunt under it if he bothered to look.

He did.

“You don’t need to use your hands, darling, I’ll hold the
sandwich while you eat.” She picked up the sandwich and held it to
his mouth. “Open up.”

He gave her a puzzled, foolish expression, then took a bite,
ripping off half the sandwich at once. As he chomped, his mouth
stuffed, Alicia held the glass of milk up, leaning toward him more.
Her right tit plopped out into full view, and she didn’t try to hide
it.

Her boy guzzled the milk, his eyes shamelessly devouring her
naked tit.

“More sandwich?”

Mark just about took her fingers off as he sucked in the rest of
the sandwich.