Bad Mom 2

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 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 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 she’d 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 Alicia. 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 stop 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 alongside 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.