"Thanks. But Mom…"
"I'll leave you alone to practice now, dear." Alice slipped out of the music room and shut the door behind her.
She fled upstairs and locked herself in her room. A few minutes later, she heard Shawn's muffled piano playing. He was stumbling all over the keys, as if his fingers were as confused as Alice's mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two down and one to go! Those words kept pounding in Alice'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 Alice's mind. Zenobia's got nothing on you, Alice. In two days, you've outdone Zenobia with all her stableboys. Zenobia's a saint compared to you, Alice. 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," Alice 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," Alice 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," Alice 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, Alice. And Alice had to resist shoving 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 Alice, then around the kitchen.
"Hi," he said. "When's supper?"
Alice'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," Alice 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," Alice 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, Alice 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!" Alice 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.
"You can just leave it and I'll eat it after I've soaked awhile," he said.
Alice 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 tits.
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, Alice 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. He chomped, then drank the milk she offered him, draining the entire glass. Alice moved her feet in the water, feeling her toes brush against a hard rod of cock flesh. She stroked her son's stiff cock with her toes, then got her foot under his balls and tickled his crotch.
He looked up at her as if he couldn't be sure he was feeling what he was feeling, his eyes not really focused on her face, as if he were listening to some far-off sound.
Alice put down the glass, shoving both the glass and plate along the tile. "I think I'll take a dip, myself," she said, sounding as if she were talking to herself. "Do you mind, Mark?" She looked at him straight in the eyes.
He shook his head, watching as if he'd never seen a creature like her. He looked stunned.
Alice untied the robe, letting it fall open. She pulled her arms from the sleeves and let the robe slide off onto the tiled floor. She sat naked in front of her oldest son, her knees wide apart, her legs dangling in the water. She caressed his cock with her toes one final time, then slid into the water, sinking in until her tits floated.
The boy still gazed at her as if he were too stunned to say anything or do anything. She sat on the underwater seat across from him, reaching across the tub with an extended leg so she could continue to massage his prick and balls with her toes.
He sat back and closed his eyes, letting her play with him. His breathing was becoming louder, more breathy. As she tickled his balls with her toes, she suddenly felt his foot slide up between her legs. His big toe found her cunt and slid between her pussylips. She moaned as he wiggled his big toe into her cunt.