His eyes were open now, glassy and glazed. The boy looked as if he were in a trance. His loins thrust, driving his stiff prick. His belly muscles stood out rippling washboard as his body undulated with lust and pleasure.
Alice imagined she could feel his prick in her cunt. Each time he thrust, her cunt contracted, and she imagined a stiff cock fucking deep into her, working between her swollen pussylips, filling her stiff clit. Her toes curled in her shoes. She clamped her legs together fiercely and rhythmically.
Ricky's prick flexed hard. He shivered violently and let out a gasp. A shuddering vibration shot through his pick and his jism squirted out against the tiled wall of the shower stall.
"Oh Ricky!" Alice gasped, shaking all over, her hand filled with his bucking cock.
Before he could shoot again, Alice shoved her face in front of his cock and caught his second spurt of cum in her open mouth. As the milky jism splashed against the back of her throat, a whirling heat saturated her loins and her cunt exploded with pleasure.
She groaned, unable to control her voice. Her cunt contracted again and again as she worked her legs against each other. Hot needles of pleasure flooded her fuckhole and spread throughout her loins. As her body vibrated with orgasm, she maintained her jerking grip on Ricky's cock and caught his hot spurts of cum in her mouth. She swallowed the sweet alkaline cock cream as fast as it came. Gazing up, she saw Ricky's eyes rolled back to the white slits. He was whimpering as if he were being whipped.
As her orgasm subsided, Alice was overcome with a sense of embarrassment and shame such as she had never felt. She released her son's cock as if it were radioactive. His prick was still stiff as a bone and pointed straight up. She turned on the shower again, this time full blast. Without daring to look into her son's face, she closed the stall door.
"Rinse off good," she called to him, unable to keep her voice from sounding strained and thin. "Then put on warm clothes, and for God-sake, don't forget your raincoat." She tried to laugh nonchalantly, but it sounded glaringly artificial.
The boy said nothing. She could see his blurred shape through the glass stall as he turned this way and that, rinsing himself. A straight rod protruded from his groin like a barrel of a pistol, wagging as he moved.
"I'm late for my workout," she called, wishing he'd answer so she could hear the tone of his voice. "If I get done early enough, and if you and your brothers haven't eaten someplace, I'll cook something."
"You?" He sounded almost shocked.
"Yes, me. I can cook, you know. We didn't always have Hilda around to do the cooking and housework, you know."
"Oh yeah, sure," he said, although he didn't sound at all convinced.
"Well, we didn't," Alice said. "See you later. And stay dry. I don't want you dying of hypothermia on me."
"What?"
"Never mind, I've gotta run."
Alice fled the bathroom, relieved she'd gotten away so easily. Ricky didn't sound at all upset by what had happened. He sounded as if he'd forgotten all about it already.
That was the way he sounded, anyway.
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, Alice 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. Alice 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 sucked her young son's cock! 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 her 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 shower-stall 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 Alice hadn't hired a temporary servant this time was that she hadn't gotten around to it yet.
Alice 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, Alice, 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?
Alice 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 Alice's wish to resume the duties of a housewife.
"Good-bye, Hilda, and good riddance," Alice 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.