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Introduction:

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Chapter Two:

The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the
least. The rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it
clear of the windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway
traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alicia would
have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that
they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else
into the center of the city where everything was within walking
distance or only a short drive away. Alicia would never get used to
freeways.

Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the
downpour. They took her mind off what had happened at home. She
didn't want to think about what she'd done with Ricky. It was as if
she'd gone temporarily insane. She couldn't believe she'd jacked off
her young son and gulped down his jism! She would never do it again.
Never, never, never!

She concentrated on her driving, her stomach tightening as cars
cut in and out in front of and behind her. She wasn't going to kill
herself trying to keep up with the stampede.

As the rain pelted the windshield, she found herself
momentarily visualizing a glass showerstall door. She caught a
glimpse of a slender shape behind the glass, a stiff cock jutting
upward and wagging as the shape moved. She blinked and the vision
was gone, replaced by windshield wipers and cars cutting in and out
in front of her.

Forget it, she ordered herself. Forget it once and for all.
Don't ever think about it again. Think about something else.

She remembered Ricky's apparent surprise when she'd suggested
that she might cook dinner tonight. He really didn't believe she
could cook, did he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn't
believe she could keep house, either.

Well, she couldn't blame him too much. They'd hired Hilda
shortly after Ricky was born. Ricky had never known another cook or
housekeeper. Even when Hilda had taken vacations -- as she was doing
now for a few weeks -- they'd hired temporary cooks and housekeepers.
The only reason Alicia hadn't hired a temporary servant this time was
that she hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Alicia suddenly envisioned herself cooking a meal for the boys.
She saw herself doing housework, washing clothes. Maybe she ought to
try these things again. Maybe they'd do her some good, help fill up
and order her somewhat empty and aimless days. She was herself
waxing floors, throwing dirty underwear into the washer.

She laughed at herself. You can't be serious, Alicia, she
thought. Then she realized she was serious.

We'd have to fire Hilda, she thought, and then felt a sense of
relief, almost elation. Maybe it would be worth going back to work
just to get rid of Hilda. The old bag was getting worse every year.
She demanded more and more time off, demanded more and more pay, and
had just about taken over rule of the house. It was only when Paul
was home that Hilda acted like a servant and not like the mistress of
the house. The moment Paul flew off to Japan or someplace, Hilda
became her grim, demanding, bitchy self again. Wouldn't it be nice
to be rid of her sour puss once and for all?

Alicia was feeling high as an air balloon above the rain clouds
as she exited the freeway. She'd try out getting back to work. If
she could swing working again, it would be bye-bye Hilda. Paul would
never agree to firing Hilda for another housekeeper. But Paul
couldn't deny Alicia's wish to resume the duties of a housewife.

"Good-bye, Hilda, and good riddance," Alicia said aloud as she
swung into the parking lot of the health spa.

She surged through her workout in the exercise room in record
time, working with free weights and the universal machine. By the
time she finished, she was tight and tingly all over.

She went to the locker room and stripped in front of the wall
mirror. In the subdued overhead light, her sweaty body looked as if
it were sheened with oil. Her tan thighs needed some work. With all
the rain, she'd been unable to get any sun in over a week. She liked
having big, deeply tanned, tits and an ass to match, and having these
blend with her tan on her back, arms, belly and legs. Her tits
appeared especially large today, with her cherries as big as silver
dollars and studded with erect bumps. Her nipples looked good enough
to suck on, even to her.

She went to her locker and got her bikini, then returned to the
mirror to dress. She didn't care who was watching her. She dressed
slowly, pulling the panties up her smooth legs until she'd covered
her golden pussy. Her tit cups covered hardly more than two-thirds
of her nipples. She ran her brush through her hair a few times,
until it shone like yellow gold. Then she shoved her hair behind her
shoulders, feeling the ends of it tickle the center of her naked back
as she walked out of the locker room under the envious scrutiny of
the other women.

She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson," said the wide-shouldered young man
in his white uniform.

"That's entirely all right, Thomas," Alicia was struck again at
how much the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant's stableboy, with
his sheepish expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling
into his eyes.

"If you're ready, I can take you early," he said, his eyes on
her tits. "I have a cancellation."

"Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning
booth."

"I'll get the table ready," Thomas said, glancing once more at
Alicia's tits before heading on down the hall.

Alicia lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her
bikini, her eyes covered with opaque black glasses. She turned every
little while so she'd tan evenly. She thought of her upcoming
massage, could almost feel Thomas's big strong fingers on her flesh,
relaxing totally. She realized her cunt was throbbing, realized it
hadn't stopped throbbing since she'd entered the bathroom with her
naked son. Her muscles pumped and tingling, her skin sleek with a
sheen of sweat, her pussy pounding like a heart, she felt more and
more sensuous as she posed under the ultraviolet light, tanning her
smooth skin.

What would Thomas's reaction be if she let him remove her
bikini today? It was her choice -- to get her massage while wearing
her bikini, or to be naked. She'd been getting massages from Thomas
for over a year, but always with her bikini on. Thomas never failed
to ask her before each massage, though, whether she preferred waring
the bikini or removing it.

The buzzer went off in the ultraviolet booth, signaling Alicia
that she'd had enough. As she sat up and slid off the tanning table,
she felt a tightening in her cunt and a twinge of anxiety in her
stomach. After she put her bikini back on, she left the tanning
room, heading down the hall to the massage room in a partial daze.

Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel.
The moment Alicia walked into the room, he quickly slid around the
table and shut the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He
turned down the lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage
table took on a slightly yellowish cast.

"Warm oil?" he asked.

"Yes," Alicia said. "As warm as you can get it."

"It's heated and read," he said. "And you prefer wearing your
bikini?"

Alicia paused for a moment. "No," she said. "No, I think I'd
be more comfortable with it off today. I'd like to try it that way
once."

The boy didn't respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as
if he couldn't understand what she'd just said, as if she'd spoke in
a foreign language. "Off?" he said, almost with a frown.

"Off," Alicia said. She reached behind her to untie her
halter. "Will you help me, Thomas?"

"Well...well, I mean, sure," the boy mumbled. His fingers
fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.

Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it
up. Alicia shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could
straighten himself.

"Please, Thomas," she said, "will you help me with these?"

The boy's face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the
panties off over Alicia's bare feet. The musky aroma of Alicia's
moist cunt rose in the air.

Alicia lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread
as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table.
She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked,
liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked
before.

Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alicia's
neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with
warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.

Alicia sighed as the young man's big fingers began to knead and
stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of
her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He
kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within
seconds, Alicia's entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn't
want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.

Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it,
working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alicia
felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on
the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alicia sighed,
almost moaned.

The boy's hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up,
milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her
feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both
her feet and legs were limp and tingling.

He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big
fingers massaged her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits,
spreading hot oil all over them, squeezing her tits, his fingers
rotating over the erect cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples
between his fingers, Alicia's cunt contracted and a small spurt of
hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen cuntlips. She moaned,
writhing.

His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down.
Alicia opened her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her
legs. As he fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alicia gasped.

The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt.
He rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning,
mumbling. He pushed his hands under Alicia's thighs, lifted them,
spread them wide. Alicia grabbed the backs of her knees to steady
her legs in the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could,
opening her cunt up completely. The boy's fat tongue slid between
her pussylips.

"Mmmm, mmmm!" Thomas moaned as he munched. He sucked on
Alicia's swollen pussylips, chewed on them. His tongue twisted,
fucked in and out, probing, licking, tasting.

"Oh Thomas!" Alicia gasped. "Oh God!"

She couldn't believe this was happening. Not even her husband
had ever done anything like this to her before. She'd had deep dark
fantasies about a man licking her pussy, but she'd never dreamed her
fantasies could ever become real.

"Lick!" she breathed. "Suck! Oh, yes!"

She let go of her legs, holding them up with her leg and hip
muscles, and she massaged her oiled tits, pinching and rolling her
nipples with oiled fingers. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, and she
could tell by the way Thomas slurped and sucked that she was oozing
hot fuck juices into his mouth.

"Make me come!" she moaned. "Oh, darling, make me come! Suck
me off!"

She couldn't stand the heat and tension between her legs. The
burning itch was going to make her scream. She wiggled her ass,
rubbing her seething pussy in the boy's face, fucking herself on his
probing tongue.

"Lick!" she gasped. "Suck! Oh, God!"

The boy growled like a dog. His teeth sank into her spongy
pussylips, grated her clit. She saw stars. A fireball whirled
through her loins and exploded. She jerked her ass, grunting,
moaning, coming!

"Ohhhhh, darling!" she breathed, grinding her contracting cunt
in the young masseur's mouth. "I'm coming, baby, lick it!"

Thomas slurped at Alicia's bubbling pussy furrow, his long
tongue flapping. He licked her open cunt from one end to the other,
even licking deep between her legs and tasting some of her ass. His
tongue felt like a flaming snake to Alicia as it tortured her
writhing crotch. He kept licking even after her contractions had
passed. It was as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of her cunt
and ass.

"Stop," she whimpered. "Oh God, it's too sensitive! Please
stop!"

The young man straightened up, breathing hard. Cunt juice
dripped from his chin, sweat from his nose. A few of Alicia's golden
pussy hairs were glued to his lips. His eyes were glassy. He gazed
down at her naked body as if hypnotized by it. He began to unbutton
his shirt.

Alicia watched, fascinated and shocked as the boy took off his
shirt. He was more muscular than sh'ed thought. His chest and
abdomen looked like they'd been carved out of stone.

He looks so much like Zenobia's stableboy, Alicia kept telling
herself -- to take her mind off the somewhat frightening reality of
what was happening. The boy had pulled off his shoes and socks and
now as pushing down his white pants. It's uncanny how much he looks
like that stableboy, Alicia thought again.

The boy stood there in a pair of white bikini briefs. It
looked as if a softball had been stuffed in his crotch. The boy
pushed down the briefs and his cock sprung up and out.

His prick looked like a big veiny billyclub. And it throbbed.
Alicia couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her husband's cock was
nowhere near this big, this powerful looking. The boy's fuckrod
almost frightened her.

Thomas mounted the massage table, climbing up at the foot end
and kneeling above alice. His cock kept throbbing. His smooth skin
was flushed from his face to his feet.

"Thomas," Alicia said. "Oh God, what are you doing?"

The boy was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down.
He mumbled something, but Alicia couldn't make it out. He appeared
totally flustered, the opposite of his usual professional self. He
reached down, forcing Alicia's thighs back against her shoulders,
opening her up. He moved forward, hooked his shoulders under her
knees, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussyhole.

Alicia was shaking. He was going to fuck his prick into her
cunt whether she wanted him to or not. She was powerless to sop him.
He would rape her if she resisted.

She mumbled gibberish, unable to understand even herself.

The boy leaned into her, wiggling his loins. His prick forced
her cuntlips wide. The cock-knob slid inside, then the prickshaft.
With a smooth, gliding motion, every inch of his prick disappeared
inside her pussy. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.

And Alicia groaned with him. It was such a delicious sensation
as the boy fucked into her with his smooth hard prick. Oh God, she
wanted to feel it again! She wished his cock were a mile long so she
could feel it fucking into her for hours. That initial fuck-thrust
felt so good.

She realized she was panting as fast as the boy was. She
reached up, running her hands up and down his flanks. Her palms made
caressing circles on his lower back. She stroked his ass.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

The boy started to move. His hands braced on the table along
side her shoulders, he began to raise his loins. His cock slipped
nearly out of her, then fucked back in as he simultaneously swung his
hips and drove with his powerful thighs. His asscheeks contracted as
he rammed his cock in to the balls.

Alicia moaned, her pussy saturated with itchy thrills. She
clutched at his back with her tapered fingernails. As he pulled out
and fucked in again, she wiggled her ass, screwing her cunt upward on
his plunging cock.

"Oh Thomas, fuck me! Oh yes!"

The boy ground down on her, rubbing his chest against her oiled
tits. His sweat dripped on her face. As his skin rubbed against
hers, he became slippery with her oil. His sweat added more
lubrication and soon their skin was making wet noises as it slid
together.

"Let me wrap my legs around you," Alicia said. "I want to feel
more of you."

The boy eased up for a few seconds to allow Alicia to slide her
legs off his shoulders, over which they'd been hooked, and she got
her legs inside his arms and flung them around his lower back. She
clutched him with her arms and legs and he writhed in her embrace.
She contracted her cunt around his buried cock, massaging his big
prick with her cuntal muscles until he gasped. His cock flexed
repeatedly inside her.

"It's just like a mouth," he muttered. "It sucks like a
mouth." He lay on her with his full weight, rubbing himself against
her oiled flesh, letting her pleasure his cock with her deft cunt.

She bit his jaw, licked his salty neck. "Fuck me," she
growled, wanting to feel his cock move inside her some more. "Oh
God, give it to me!" She clawed down his back, grinding her hairy
groin against his. "Mmmm, fuck me!"

The boy looked delirious. He squirmed on top of her, rubbing
his cock in circles inside her pussy. Her teeth gnawed his neck and
she felt him shiver.

"Grind that big thing," she moaned. "Oh Thomas, move it!"

"Ohhhh mannn!" The boy thrust, thrust again, fucking his cock
in deep.

"Oh, you brute, fuck me!" She couldn't get enough of this
feeling, of the boy's muscular body and hard cock. She hadn't felt
so possessed, so loved in years.

Thomas braced his elbows on the table, swinging his pelvis,
plunging his fat prick. His prick-head popped in and out of the
mouth of her womb. His cockshaft rippled against the sensitive wet
meat meat of her swollen cuntlips.

"Ohhh yeahhh, yeahhhh!" he moaned, his eyes glazed over with
lust. His prick swelled inside her cunt each time he thrust,
hardening like steel. His abdomen smacked against hers, their
sweaty, oiled flesh making sucking noises as it met, then pulled
apart.

Alicia tossed her head, rolled it from side to side on the
table. The small pillow had long ago been knocked aside and had
fallen to the floor. She clung to the fucking youth, grunting and
panting even louder than he was. Each time his prick fucked into her
a zillion fuck-tingles flood her cunt and loins. Her cuntmeat
swelled, growing tighter and tighter. It felt as if her lions would
explode.

"Oh Thomas, oh God, baby, fuck me!" She clawed his back some
more, not caring whether she ripped his skin. She ground her heels
into his ass, spurring him on to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

"Oh! Oh God, oh shit!" The boy was shaking. The veins stood
out on his neck and temples. He slammed his cock into her, fucking
in again and again.

Alicia thought she'd die with pleasure. She was on the verge
of exploding, and she wanted the feeling to last forever.

The boy rutted with one last barrage of fuck-thrusts. His body
vibrated as if its every cell were quivering and ready to burst. His
eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible.

Alicia held her breath. Her cunt contracted hard.

The boy shuddered. "God!" he gasped. "Oh fuck!" His jism
surged into her pussy.

Alicia gripped him in a crushing embrace, feeling his cock
pulsing inside her pussy and his jism spurting into her. Her
cuntmeat tightened to near splitting, her toes curled under, and she
melted into ecstasy.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned, her cunt chewing up the boy's
cum-spurting prick, her pelvis grinding, her nails digging in. "Ohhh,
shoot it!"

The husky young masseur whimpered in her arms, fucking his
sizzling cum-load deep into her pussy. His cock flexed repeatedly
and her cunt responded by gripping, sucking, gnawing. She felt slick
juices running out of her fuckhole and down her asscrack, whether cum
or her own female fuck juices she didn't know. As her pussy filled
with jism, the boy's plunging cock made obscene liquid noises inside
her. When he finally pulled out, his cock was dripping with cum and
pussy juice.

He climbed off the table and wiped his cock carefully with a
hand towel. Still flushed to the bone, he quickly dressed.

"You can turn over now, Mrs. Anderson," he mumbled. "I'll do
your back."

With an embarrassed giggle, Alicia flipped over. She almost
fell asleep as the talented young man stroked and kneaded the muscles
of her back. She came wide wake again, however, as the boy buried
his face between her legs and licked her cummy cunt from behind.
28 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-02-23 19:19:46
I like the moms that that love cocks even if its there own son.. it OK for any women to like cock in my book. To me slut is a complement!!
My girl tells me its a complement for her when she makes any guys cock hard and then cums in her mouth!!!! She tells me every time she does after her bartending shift.
I love watching her suck.!!

anonymous readerReport

2013-08-20 01:09:12
IT IS CALLED THE NAUGHTY MUM, BEASTIALITY, INCEST,
ORAL SEX AND SO ON, WHERE IS IT, IT SEEM LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA

anonymous readerReport

2011-12-27 18:03:03
Wheres the beastiality?

anonymous readerReport

2011-05-22 20:00:05
Good story. I fuck my son. He is just now..16. I fuck with him when my husband is working. Kevin has a longer cock.
He loves fucking my hairy cunt. I let him cum in me.He fills my cunt with hot sperm. Boys shoot more. My problem now is that I am pregnant, and not sure who's baby is in my belly????
Kevin will be home soon, from school, then we can fuck.

anonymous readerReport

2010-08-07 03:36:20
ya..it was ok....there is nothing like having an 11 inch cock up one's cunt. i wish i had it up mine. i have never had one in me that reached my womb yet...no. i'd sure love that.

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