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. Alice 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. Alice 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.
Alice slipped onto the bench beside him.
He jumped. "Mom, you scared me."
"Sorry," Alice 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 a few measure he'd just played, then continuing. His body felt feverishly warm to Alice. 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 Alice's bare foot.
"Ricky is out delivering his papers," Alice 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," Alice said. "Just you and me."
"Uh-huh." He nodded, swallowing again. His playing had slowed, only his right hand still working over the keyboard.
Alice 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 Alice 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.
Alice's right hand slid down his belly as her left hand stroked his left flank and lower back. His skin was burning up. Alice 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 hyperventilate and pass out. His toes clawed at Alice's foot. His hot sole rubbed up and down her instep.
"Relax, darling."
Alice unsnapped his jeans, began to unzip them. She wasn't thinking, just acting. A part of herself was standing back and watching in shock. His cock sprang up like a striking snake. It pointed straight at the ceiling, the cock tip throbbing against his belly above his navel. Alice closed her hand around his hard-on.
"It's so big," she whispered. "Oh, darling, you've got such a big one!"
The boy almost fell off the bench, he was shaking so hard. He made whimpering noises as Alice slid her hand up and down his massive cocklance. It had to be eight inches long, and Alice could only close her hand halfway around his prick. Fuck-lube oozed from the pisshole, starting to leak down the boy's cock like thick sap.
Alice couldn't control herself. Sliding slightly away from the boy, she leaned over and licked the lube off his cock. He braced his hands on the piano to keep from toppling over. Alice opened her mouth and swallowed his prickhead.
Her boy shuddered, sighing loudly, as if releasing the tension of a lifetime. "Oh Mom, God, suck it!"
Alice slid her lips around his huge cock, letting the cockhead stuff her throat. She tasted fuck-lube as it oozed from the boy's pisshole. Her lips felt as if they would split if they were stretched any farther.
"Suck on it, Mom, oh God, suck on it!" Shawn placed one hand on her head, forcing her to swallow more of his cock.
Alice gagged, choking. A flood of spit drenched the boy's cock and ran down over his balls. She held on, gagging a few more times before she relaxed her throat. More of Shawn's prick slid in and he sighed.
"Move your head up and down," he whispered. "Give me a blow-job."
Alice slid off the bench to get into a more comfortable position. Keeping his cock buried in her throat, she maneuvered her son around until he faced away from the piano. His cock twisted in her throat as he turned. When she got him turned completely around on the bench, she pulled his pants down, then completely over his bare feet. He spread his legs and she kneeled on the floor between them, her mouth fastened to his cock. He leaned back, letting her suck his cock.
His prick tasted so good – salty, musky. The scent coming from the curly hairs of his groin excited her. She started to bob her head, working her mouth and throat and down her son's massive fucker.
Shawn's toes curled. He rolled his head from side to side sensuously. His balls lifted up and down, twisting this way and that in their sac.
"Oh Mom, you do it good! You know how to blow."
Alice could hardly think in her excitement. She'd never had a cock in her mouth before, and yet she felt as if she'd been sucking on this big slab of fuckmeat all her life. As she sucked, her cunt contracted repeatedly, Ricky's cum oozing out and running in sticky streams down the insides of her thighs. Shawn squirmed with pleasure as she slid her lips up and down, sucking, munching, licking. She thought her own pleasure, though, must be just as great, because her pussy pulsated with fuck-thrills, as if she were sucking on her own cunt.
"Oh Mom, I never had so good a blow-job. Just keep sucking that cock."
That startled her. She wondered who had been sucking on his cock so that he could make a comparison now. She found it hard to imagine that her innocent Shawn had ever had sex with anybody. She could still hardly accept that fact that he jacked off.
He grabbed her head. "Stop, I'm gonna come."
He pulled her head up, freeing his prick from her mouth. He grabbed his prick by the base, squeezing it and holding his breath. His pisshole gaped like a screaming mouth. His cock shuddered and a few drops of hot, cloudy jism shot out and hit Alice in the face. His cock shook again, then he relaxed a bit. He sighed, releasing his cock.
"That was close. I almost came." He took Alice's hands and helped her to stand. As soon as she was standing, he untied her robe. "Take it off."
Alice let the robe slide off and drop at her feet. Her knees were shaking. Her mouth throbbed, as if still stuffed with her son's hard fucker.
Shawn reached up and caressed her breasts. He was licking his lips. His cock stood rigid against his belly, as stiff as a flagpole.