The naughty mom – Chap 2 by mstrmrd
here’s another part. Sorry to the reader who wasn’t happy with part 1. but i can’t please everyone. to the rest who enjoyed it my thakns and hope you will enjoy the rest , 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.