Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/nmother4.txt

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             Naughty Mother, Chap 4

                          Chapter IV

      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.  He'd been snooping in her
bedroom, after all, and it appeared that he'd taken something
from her clothes hamper.  It was her motherly duty to find
out what he was up to.

      She peeked through the keyhole just in time to see
Shawn peel off his jeans.  He wore no underwear underneath,
and that shocked her. She couldn't believe shy young Shawn
was not wearing underwear.  Nor could she believe his cock.

      His prick stood up like a billyclub, not a hair smaller
than Mark's cock, and it throbbed as if Shawn had a naked
girl lying on his bed with her legs spread and her cunt
waiting.  The boy's face was red, and he looked strangely
like a man instead of like a frail young sophomore in high
school and vaguely girlish features.

      Alicia had never thought of Shawn as a sexual creature.
It shocked her to see that his cock was hard.  She'd never
imagined him with a hard-on.  Nor would she ever have been
able to conceive that his cock was so large --- much bigger
than his father's almost larger than his athletic brother's
cock.

      Her boy jumped on the bed and flopped back, spreading
his legs, relaxing.  Alicia could see the bottoms of his feet
and his swollen brown balls.  Though his skin appeared
hairless, he sprouted a thatch of dark crotch hair on his
groin.  The hair was almost black, matching the sprigs of
black hair in his armpits.  The black hair contrasted with
the blonde hair on his head.  Alicia wondered from where he'd
got the dark crotch hair and armpit hair.

      Shawn had a pair of Alicia's dirty panties.  He rubbed
them on his skin as if they were a wash cloth.  He rubbed
them lightly over his balls and cock, letting them drape over
his cock.  His cock throbbed up and down, Alicia's panties
hanging from it.

      He looked delirious, drunk, his eyes unfocused, his
lips muttering whispers.  He squirmed against the satiny
bedspread, humping upward, rubbing his legs and ass and feet
against the spread.  His toes crossed, spread, curled.  He
looked sensuous as a cat, moaning, growling.  His prick stood
straight up, throbbing, quivering, Alicia's dirty, cunt-
smelling panties draped over it.

      Alicia felt as embarrassed as she did shocked.  She
couldn't believe that was Shawn behaving like that.

      Shawn started massaging his cock with the silky
panties, rubbing them up and down the long shaft of his
fuckpole.  His balls squirmed in their sac as he jacked off.

      "Oh, Mom!" the boy moaned, loud enough for Alicia to
hear him.  "Oh, Mom!"  He pulled the panties off his cock and
pressed them to his face, muttering as he inhaled their cunt-
scent and sucked on their cunt-flavored crotch.

      Alicia felt a twinge in her gut.  She felt momentarily
dizzy.  If she'd been watching Ricky or Mark behave this way,
she'd have been shocked enough.  But this was Shawn.  How
could Shawn be such a pervert?  He was her most-perfect son,
the angel of the family.

      The boy rubbed Alicia's panties all over his face while
he jerked on his big swollen cock.  His white hand and
slender fingers looked like those of a girl as it jerked up
and down his flushed, veiny cock. Fuck-lube oozed from his
pisshole and dribbled over his white knuckles. He paused to
lick the sappy lube off his hand.  Then he resumed jerking
off like some dirty old man watching a fuck film.

      His balls kept twisting and rolling in their sac.  His
toes curled against the bedspread.  He squirmed all over the
bed as if the bedspread were hot skin he was pleasuring
himself against.  He shoved the panties down between his legs
and rubbed them against his crotch.  He lifted up, arching,
bridging himself, and rubbed the panties over his ass and
between his asscheeks.

      "Oh, Mom!" he sighed, his eyes closed, fucking his cock
up into his sliding hand.  "Oh Mom, I wanna fuck you!"

      Alicia's mind went blank.  She watched in a daze of
disbelief as her son muttered about fucking her and pumped
his hand up and down his big veiny cock.  Still bridging
himself, still arching up and humping, he brought her panties
toward his head again and covered his face with them.  Alicia
shook her head, as if by doing so she could deny what she was
seeing.

      Shawn's pink lips curled around the crotch of her
panties, sucking, munching.  He dropped his ass suddenly,
lying flat out on the bed again.  His legs spread wide.  As
he jerked on his cock, his balls flapped and his toes wiggled
sensuously.

      He sucked on the filthy crotch of Alicia's panties, on
the satiny material saturated with her dried cuntal fluids.
The crotch of those panties had pulled up tight between her
pussylips like a gag when she'd gotten excited and her
pussylips had swelled ---which always happened when she
watched Zenobia on the soap opera making out with the
stableboy.

      Shawn started to bounce his ass on the bed as he fucked
his hard cock in and out of his closed fist.  He was
grunting, panting.  Suddenly, he groaned loudly and came, his
breath coming out long and shaky, his jism squirting a foot
in the air and splashing down on his undulating abdomen.

      "Ohhhhh, Mommmmm!" he growled, chewing on her panties
as if he wanted to devour them.  "You taste good, Mom, you
taste good!"

      His cum spurted out a half-dozen times, leaving fat
white gobs and slimy streams on his belly and chest.  His
fist worked hard on his prick, squeezing out the pleasure,
milking out the cum.

      The cum oozed out finally, then stopped coming.  The
boy released his cock, letting it plop down in the puddle of
jizz that had pooled in and around his navel.  His cock
throbbed in the puddle.  Shawn lay there panting, sighing
softly.  He pulled the panties out of his mouth and started
to mop up his cum with the panties.

      Alicia rose silently to her feet and retreated to her
bedroom.  She sealed and locked her door behind her.  She
stripped off her clothes and went to the private bathroom
that adjoined her bedroom.  After the shower water was
steaming, she stepped naked into the spray.

      She stood with her back to the spray, letting the hot
water cascade over her shoulders and tits, down her back and
ass.  She closed her eyes and tried to relax.  Her cunt
throbbed like a pounding fist.  She reached between her legs.

      Her fingers probed between her swollen, madly itching
pussylips.  The pussy-goo was running out, dribbling down her
legs like hot oil.  Mixed with her own pussy juices was
Thomas's cum.  The young masseur must have fucked a pint of
cum into her for it to keep leaking out like this.  The scent
of pussy cream and cum rose in the steamy air, exciting her,
making her drunk.

      She didn't want to remember, but she couldn't help it.
The images flashed in her mind --- Zenobia, madly kissing the
stableboy --- Ricky, shooting his cum against the tile, into
Alicia's mouth, his stiff boy-prick squirming in her soapy
hand.  She imagined Thomas's face as he'd rutted between her
legs, fucking his big cock in her pussy, then shooting his
jizz into her as he grunted like a bull.  She saw Mark
fucking his cock up into that girl, saw the girl shake with
orgasm, then watched Mark ram his cock up the squirming
girl's asshole, fucking her ass until they'd both whimpered
with exploding pleasure.  And last, she envisioned Shawn, saw
him sprawled out on his bed, sucking on her panties, pumping
his cock, spurting cum all over his belly, crying out her
name.

      "Oh, Shawn!" she whispered, grinding her middle finger
inside her sucking pussyhole.  "Oh, Shawn --- fuck me, give
it to me!"

      Her pussylips felt like balloons inflated with hot
water and ready to burst.  The fuck-itch spread down her legs
and made her toes tingle.  Her finger pistoned, screwing,
probing.  She felt tingles in the pit of her asshole.  She
felt waves of ecstasy beginning in the undulating walls of
her cunt.  The spasms gnawed through her loins and she moaned
with pleasure.

      "I'm coming!" she whispered.  "Oh yes, I'm coming!  Oh
God, Shawn, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"  She nearly collapsed
as the explosions of ecstasy overwhelmed her.  "Ohhhhhhh,
Shawwwwnnnn!"