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                          Chapter VI

      Alicia paced the floor of her bedroom, listening to the
muffled sound of the piano music coming from downstairs.  Her
nervous excitement was so great that she had trouble
thinking.  She knew she ought to take a shower, then dress
and make up the bed.  She'd have to change the sheets.  A
puddle of Ricky's cum had formed under her crotch as she'd
lain under him while he'd slept.

      Burn the old sheet and pad, then put on new ones, she
decided.  No, maybe she ought to keep them --- for
sentimental reasons.  Ricky had fucked her on them.  I'm
losing my mind, she told herself.  First I fuck my own son,
then I want to save the sheet as a keepsake.

      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.  Alicia 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.  Alicia 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.

      Alicia slipped onto the bench beside him.

      He jumped.  "Mom, you scared me."

      "Sorry," Alicia 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 few
measure he'd just played, then continuing.  His body felt
feverishly warm to Alicia.  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 Alicia's bare foot.

      "Ricky is out delivering his papers," Alicia 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," Alicia said.  "Just you and me."

      "Uh-huh."  He nodded, swallowing again.  His playing
had slowed, only his right hand still working over the
keyboard.

      Alicia 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 Alicia 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.

      Alicia's right hand slid down his belly as her left
hand stroked his left flank and lower back.  His skin was
burning up.  Alicia 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 hyper-ventilate
and pass out.  His toes clawed at Alicia's foot.  His hot
sole rubbed up and down her instep.

      "Relax, darling."

      Alicia 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.  Alicia
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 Alicia slid her hand up
and down his massive cocklance.  It had to be eight inches
long, and Alicia 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.

      Alicia 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.  Alicia 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!"

      Alicia 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.

      Alicia 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."

      Alicia 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 senuously.  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."

      Alicia 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, cloud jism
shot out and hit Alicia 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 Alicia's
hands and helped her to stand.  As soon as she was standing,
he untied her robe. "Take it off."

      Alicia 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.

      "You've got the biggest tits," he mumbled, his face
crimson.  "Man, what cherries!"  He lifted his ass off the
piano bench so he could move up and suck on her right nipple.

      Alicia thought she'd collapse as the boy sucked her
tit.  She gasped again and again, fuck-tingles saturating her
tit and streaming down to her pussy.

      "Oh baby, please!" she moaned, her hand stroking his
 blond head.  "Oh, my angel!"

      Shawn sucked less violently than Ricky had, without
biting, and Alicia felt herself melting.  When he move to her
left tit, she almost came.

      "Oh, Shawn!  Oh, my darling!"  She reached down, trying
to get hold of his stiff cock.

      He stopped sucking her tit, pushing her away.  He was
panting hard.  "Sit here," he mumbled.  "I wanna lick your
pussy."

      Alicia let herself be led.  She would be anything for
him.  He sat her down on the piano bench where he'd been
sitting.  He spread her legs as he slid down to his knees in
front of her.

      "Oh, Mom!" he whispered, gazing at her open cunt as if
he'd just found buried treasure.  "Oh, Mommie!"

      He plunged his face between her legs, rubbing it
against her sopping-wet cunt, smearing his flushed cheeks
with her sticky pussy juice.

      Alicia reached down, getting hole of her cuntlips and
stretching them wide apart, opening up her fuckhole
completely.  The pussy juices dribbled out, pooling on the
polished wood of the piano bench between her legs.

      "Oh, wowwwww!"  Shawn flapped his tongue, lapping at
her raw, steaming fuckmeat.  He licked up and down her cunt
with long swipes.  Every time his tongue flicked across her
clit, Alicia felt needles of electricity shoot through her
loins.  "Mom, you taste so good!"

      The boy ate pussy as if he were starving, his tongue
flicking and slithering between her legs, penetrating her
fuckhole, lapping up the juices on her smooth thighs.  He
even lapped up the creamy cunt juices pooled on the bench,
lapping them up like a cat lapping up milk.  He mashed his
mouth to her fuckhole and sucked.

      "Ohhhh, Shawnnnn!"  Alicia felt as if she were being
sucked inside out.  She grabbed his head, grinding it between
her legs, wishing she could pull his head inside her pussy.

      "Mmmmmn!"  the boy growled, sucking, slurping, gnawing.
His tongue fucked deep into her cunt, wriggling like a wet
snake.

      Alicia saw star.  "Oh darling, eat me!  Suck me out!"
She watched Shawn's blond head twist and bob between her
legs, felt his hot tongue probing the most sensitive crevices
of her fluffy cuntal walls.  "Oh yes, baby, oh yesss!"

      Shawn licked for a few more seconds, then forced his
head away.  Fuck juices dripped from his chin, from his nose
and lips.  A few cunt hairs stuck to his face.

      "Let's sixty-nine," he said.

      "Let's what?"

      "Let's do each other at the same time.  You suck me
while I suck you."  He pulled her off the bench, onto the
carpeted floor close to the fireplace.

      "Lie on your side."  He positioned her as he wanted
her, then lay on his side next to her.  His cock was near her
face.

      Alicia understood now without a doubt.  She went for
him as he went for her.  They wrapped their arms around each
other's ass and pulled the other's fuckmeat toward their
mouths.  Shawn's head disappeared between Alicia's legs and
Alicia got her mouth around her son's cock.  As she sucked
his prick, he munched on her pussy.

      Alicia thought she'd faint with excitement.  Her blood
raced through her arteries, pounding in her temples and
loins.  As she sucked on the huge slab of cockmeat in her
mouth, feeling its quiverings and vibrations, she felt
Shawn's lips and tongue devouring her burning pussy.

      They sounded like a pair of grunting slop-eating pigs.
They munched loudly at each other's fuckmeat, slurping,
sucking, making so much noise that Alicia almost laughed.
She didn't laugh, only because the sounds excited her more
than they amused her.  She thought momentarily of Shawn's
perfect table manners, of how he chewed slowly and without a
sound.  How different he was now, devouring her cunt like
grunting young pig!  She swallowed his cock all the way to
his balls, massaging its knob with her throat muscles.  She
filled her hand with his balls and gently squeezed them.

      Shawn squirmed, grinding his cock in her throat,
sucking her pussy.  He licked the flesh all around the cunt,
then burrowed farther until he was licking up and down her
ass crack.  He forced her asscheeks wide and sucked on her
asshole.  Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside her asshole.

      Alicia couldn't believe it --- Shawn's tongue in her
asshole!

      He licked out her asshole as if it were a honeycomb,
groaning all the while.  When he moved back to suck some more
on her cunt, he sipped a finger in where his tongue had been.

      Alicia wanted to squeal.  What a delicious feeling!
Shawn's tongue wriggled in her cunt, his finger in her
asshole.

      The boy fucked his cock in and out of her throat with
quick little thrusts.  Had her throat not been relaxed, he
would have choked her to death.  She felt his finger fucking
in he asshole, and she a sudden wicked idea.  She lubricated
her middle finger in the spit that had leaked from her cock-
stuffed mouth, then shoved it between the boy's tight
asscheeks.  She found his ass pucker and probed it.  The
pucker resisted for a few moments, then seemed to suck at her
fingertip.  She twisted her finger and it easily fucked up
Shawn's shithole.

      The boy gasped, squirming as Alicia pistoned her finger
in his asshole.  His cock swelled even larger, hardening like
marble, its veins bulging.  He sank his teeth into her spongy
cuntmeat, sucking hard, gnawing.  Alicia felt something swell
against her finger in his asshole.  The swelling throbbed,
and she jabbed at it, filed her finger rapidly against it.

      Shawn moaned, grinding his cock in her throat, fucking
his tongue madly inside her cunt.  His cock flexed hard in
her mouth and she knew it was going to shoot.

      She sucked every inch of the boy's prick buried in her
mouth.  Her finger fucked in and out of Shawn's clutching
asshole.  She ground her steaming crotch in the boy's mouth,
her cunt sucking his tongue, her asshole sucking his finger.
Every cell of her body felt explosively tight, tingling with
excitement.  A whirlwind of pleasure swept through her loins
and she began to jerk with spasms.

      Shawn growled, eating her exploding cunt, ramming his
cock down her throat.  His asshole tightened like a vise
around her finger.  The swelling in his asshole contracted
and so did his cock.  He whined as his jism gushed down
Alicia's throat.

      Alicia choked, unable to swallow fast enough, unable to
control her swallowing as she writhed with her own orgasm.
The boy's cum filled her throat and mouth, overflowed and ran
out on his balls like sticky cream.  She swallowed, gagging
on the thick cum, gurgling deep in her throat as she groaned
with raw pleasure.  The sounds of Shawn's moaning and gasping
became muffled as she clamped his head between her thighs and
ground her pussy against his mouth.

      Their humping slowed, at last grinding to a halt.
Alicia felt Shawn's heartbeat in his asshole and she slipped
her finger out.  His cock softened slightly in her mouth and
she let go.  Before he could see her, she popped her finger
into her mouth and sucked his musky ass-moisture from it.
She unclamped Shawn's head and he rolled away, lying flat out
on the carpet and panting hard.  Alicia rolled onto her back
lay beside him, panting just as hard.

      They lay there for a long while in silence, Alicia
listening to the incessant drumming of rain on the
windowpanes and the crackling fire on the hearth.  She
finally dared to look at Shawn.

      He lay there with his eyes close, slowly massaging his
cock, which was fully swollen again.

      She looked away quickly.  This is insane, she thought.
This can't be happening!  That's my own son!  What am I doing
here?

      She got up, grabbing her robe and wrapping it around
her.

      "Mom?"

      Alicia didn't turn around.  "You play the piano
beautifully," Alicia said.  "Keep practicing."

      "Thanks.  But Mom ---"

      "I'll leave you alone to practice now, dear."  Alicia
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 Alicia's mind.



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