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CHAPTER SIX

Alice became obsessed with breaking up Jake's affair with Laurie. Nothing worked. She brought the girl's shortcomings to the boy's attention. He told her he didn't care. They quarreled and he threatened to run away with Laurie and elope. Alice knew he meant it. She stopped nagging him.

One day she was home alone cleaning the house. Tania called to gossip and Alice spent ten minutes with her sister listening to stories about Tania's neighbors.

When they were finished, Alice slammed the phone down and surveyed her kitchen. Suddenly she hated her life with a passion. She picked up a plate of cookies and threw it against the wall.

The plate and the cookies smashed into a thousand pieces. Alice felt better, but she went to the closet for a broom and quickly swept the floor. Next time I'll smash a pillow, she thought. But it won't be the same. What she really wanted to smash was Laurie's face.

She knew there was only so much she could rely on her Sons for. She knew she ought to concentrate her efforts on finding a husband. She wanted to remarry, but she'd always vowed to wait until the boys were grown. When Chuck was grown, she'd get married. Or so she told herself.

Actually she still hoped to get back together with Jim. Her ex-husband came around occasionally and they fucked. It had been about six months since his last visit, but Alice had hopes. She always had hopes.

Now she finished sweeping the floor and sat down at the table for another cup of coffee. She felt depressed and almost wished she was the type of woman who cried. Crying made some women feel better. But tears didn't come so she counted the tiles in the floor and tried to think of something to do, some way to change her life.

Damn Jim! she thought, thinking of her ex-husband. If the cheating bastard hadn't left me I wouldn't be in this mess. Still, she had an urge to see him. He was a damn good lover. The boys obviously took after him. At least Jake and Rob did. She didn't know about Chuck. Yet.

She, knew her biggest problem was horniness. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She could always go upstairs and masturbate. She didn't have to be at work until noon. But she was tired of bringing herself off. Masturbating was okay once in a while, but damn it, she needed a man! She needed a cock!

She breathed deeply and tried to take her mind off her cunt. She'd read somewhere that breathing deeply would calm her down. She felt calmer, but she was just as horny as ever. Nothing would calm her cunt down except a good hard fuck.

It had been weeks since she'd gotten laid. Who had it been? She no longer remembered. Some guy she'd picked up at a coffee-shop. She'd gone to his apartment and they'd spent a few hours in the sack. He wasn't the world's best lover. He was in and out in no time. Not like Jake or Rob, she thought with a smile not like my boys.

She let her legs fall open and lifted her shortie robe to expose her twat. Such a little thing to give me so much, trouble, she thought. Just a hairy little hole between my legs with a buzzer on the top. It rules my damn life.

She hadn't told the man from the coffee shop that she had three sons. She knew it would scare him off. She never heard from him anyway. And she didn't much care.

She thought about Jim again. She touched herself and wondered who he was sticking it to lately. When he came around, he gave the boys money and he gave Alice a fuck. Still, he was supporting them, in large part She couldn't complain too much.. Some men ran out on their obligations. Jim never had. The check came like clock-work every month. She wondered if she still loved him. She was confused and more horny than ever.

Suddenly she decided to have a drink. It was only ten in the morning and she usually waited until dinner time, but today was an exception. She was too nervous to wait. She poured herself a glass of white wine and sipped it slowly. Her fingers shook and she finished it off. Horniness makes for the shakes and drinking too early. She had no intention of becoming an alcoholic like some divorcees she knew. She put the bottle away, tightened the belt on her robe, and swept out of the kitchen.

In the bedroom she jumped into the shower and turned on the hot water. She washed quickly and wrapped herself in a thick towel to dry. The wine had reined her. She was a cheap drunk. It took very little to go straight to her head. Or more precisely-to her pussy.

She went to her closet and reached for her jeans. On second thought she pulled down a dress she hadn't worn in months. It was simple and black. The last time she'd seen Jim he told her she was getting too old to run around in jeans. Not yet thirty-nine and too old! But in her heart she knew he was right.

She slipped the dress over her head and gazed at herself in the full-length mirror. The dress fit like a second skin. It clung to' her curves and she turned to the side and admired her bust. She liked the way the fabric draped over her tits. Her prominent nipples were clearly evident, but she still looked like a lady.

Half slut and half lady, she thought with a smile. Jim was right. I look more respectable this way, even though the dress cups my ass so nicely.

She made up her face and brushed her black curls. She didn't know why she'd gotten dressed up now. She had no place to go and nothing to do. Still, she felt better just knowing she looked good. Sometimes Jim dropped in late in the morning when the boys were in school. Sometimes they fucked and sometimes he simply wanted to use the bathroom. She hoped he'd drop by now. He wouldn't be able to resist her titties in this dress. They stuck out so delectably.

She stuck her tongue out at her image in the mirror and giggled. Cupping her tits, she thought about her ex-husband. The damn cheat! she thought. I wonder if he's got another steady woman. I wonder if she's got bigger tits than mine.

She jumped when she heard the back door open. She went dashing to the stairs and called down. "Who's there?" she said, praying one of her sons wasn't sick.

It was Chuck. "I forgot my homework," he said, climbing the stairs.

"Oh." Alice stood as he brushed by her to go to his room. She followed him as he rummaged around his messy desk. "Let me help you look," she said. "What a mess. How do you ever find anything here?"

When he found his homework, his eyes crinkled up. Then he seemed to notice Alice for the first time. "Where're you going, Mom?" he said. "You look real pretty."

She tousled his hair. "Nowhere, darling. I just felt like getting dressed up."

The boy stared at her without blinking. "Boy, do you look pretty."

"Do I really?" She took his arm. He was her height and her tits were an inch from his chest. "Well, I guess I'll stay dressed when I go to work."

"Your boss ought to give you a raise just for looking so sexy," he said with a shy smile.

"Why, darling, what a lovely thing to say." She dropped her hand self-consciously and felt his eyes bore into her chest. She stepped aside and waited for him to leave the room. Instead he dropped his homework on his desktop and stood with his arms hanging at his sides.

"What are you waiting for, Chuck?" she said.

He slowly raised his arm and touched her cheek. "I don't know, Mom," he said softly. "I feel so funny."

"How funny?" she said in a quivery voice. Please, don't stop touching my cheek, she thought. Please, darling, keep touching my cheek.

"I can't explain it," he said, dropping his hand to her shoulder.

She took his other hand and held it in both of hers. "Is it something like the way you feel when you're in bed at night and no one's looking?"

He turned his bead and blushed. "Yeah, something like that."

She hesitated only a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and giggling nervously. "Why, darling, that's just sexual excitement," she said. "There's nothing wrong with that. It's perfectly normal."

She felt rather than saw his, cock harden in his tight jeans. He smiled and began to speak, but nothing came out. He stared down at her cleavage and she moved the lower half of her body closer to his. She felt the mass between his legs against her and she knew without a doubt what they would do. What she had to do.

He put his arms around her waist and her dress hiked up to her thighs. She trembled with excitement. She felt Chuck's muscles tense up as she pushed herself against him.

She lifted her face for his kiss. He groaned as he plastered his lips to hers. He breathed heavily as she frenched him. He moved his hands from her waist to her hips and around to her ass.

She grabbed his head and held it tightly as she kissed him. She sucked his lips and drilled her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was in a frenzy of excitement, no longer mindful of the fact that Chuck was her youngest son and probably a virgin.

Grabbing one of his hands, she moved it roughly to her chest. He pawed her tits, going from one to the other and feeling them through her skin-tight dress.

"Mom!" he said in a small voice.

"What, Son?" she said, pressing her hot cheek to his.

He gulped. "I feel real funny.

"Mother will make it all better." She pulled him down to the bed and sank down next to him. She swiped the perspiration from his brow and touched his thigh. He flinched and she moved her fingers inside his legs.

Suddenly she was on her back and he was crushed against her. "I can't help it, Mom," he said, kissing her hungrily. "I just can't help it."

"I know, Son, I know," she said, delirious with lust.

His kisses were no longer gentle. She moaned with arousal as he stabbed his tongue into her mouth. His tongue felt like sandpaper against her softer one. He was strong and muscular. It would be a good fuck. A wonderful fuck.

She raked her fingernails over his upper arms, careful not to scratch him. He felt her tits with groping hands and shoved a knee between her legs.

She found her thighs being forced apart. She sighed deeply when he bent down and tongued her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She noticed for the first time the fact that his cheeks were stubbly. So hard-cocked.

There was a trace of a mustache on his upper lip. She closed her eyes when he rubbed his knee between her legs. It felt so good to be touched down there. To be touched and fondled and made love to.

Maybe that was why God had given her sons. Maybe God had known that Jim would leave her and that was. His way of taking care of her most urgent needs. She had to believe God would approve. Otherwise she'd go crazy with guilt.

They rolled around with abandon, still fully dressed. Now she was the one to bring her knee between his legs and he groaned and bit his lower lip. She removed her knee and substituted her hand. He shut his eyes and lay perfectly still while she fondled him.

How she longed for him! Her entire body ached to be filled with his teenage prick. There was no turning back. They both knew it. She could tell that he needed her just as badly. Mother and son. Son and mother. The one relationship that combined love and sex and every human emotion ever invented.

Alice sucked in huge mouthfuls of air. She wasn't sure about what to do next. Should she simply undress and expect that he would too? Should she ask him to undress her?

"What shall we do now, Son?" she said in a hoarse voice, her pussy creaming heavily.

"I don't know, Mom," he croaked.

"I guess it's inevitable." She touched the zipper on his fly.

He glanced at her with hot glittering eyes. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Don't be so depressed," she giggled. "I won t hurt you.

He grinned. "I know."

She climbed off the bed and pulled her dress up. She noticed the expression on his face as she pulled it over her tits and then over her head. She stood before him, wearing only her bra and panties and high heels. The straps of her bra dug into her shoulders. Her tits bulged over the top of the tiny cups. The boy seemed entranced by the sight of her creamy skin spilling over.

She squeezed her tits through her bra and leaned one knee on the bed. "Take your clothes off, darling," she said. "I've got to get to work and you've got to go back to school."

She flicked her bra off as he stripped. She stretched out on her back and toyed with her nipples. She waited for him and he stumbled around as he tugged his jeans off. Soon he was naked and she held out her arms to him.

He joined her on the bed and zeroed in on her tits. He sucked one and then the other and she quickly realized he needed little guidance. "Oh, darling, that feels so nice," she cooed, lacing her fingers through his hair. "Keep doing that and mother will come."

She slipped her panties off and reached for him. She squeezed his cock and murmured dreamily. Her tits pointed up toward the ceiling and she climbed onto her hands and knees and took him in her mouth.

She made love to him with her mouth for a while and when she was no longer able to control herself, she slipped onto his body and took him into her pussy.

She fucked up and down, her tits bouncing and her cunt clutching his dick. Neither mother nor son spoke. Words were no longer necessary. What they had now was much more and they both knew it.

As Alice suspected, Chuck didn't last long and when he came he filled her with his fuck cream. She slid off his body and curled up next to him, reaching immediately for his limp damp prick.

She worked on it with her fingers and when it began to stir once again she took it into her mouth. She made love to him for the second time with her lips and tongue and teeth and soon he was hard again and she lay down on her back and told him to mount her.

He awkwardly straddled her and tilted his prick back to point at her slit. She arched her back and met him and his cock easily slid into her lust-soaked cunt.

She rippled with lust, coming almost at once as he fucked her. She rocked her ass on the bed, creaming around his fuck pole and wrapping her long legs around his back.

She made him pull out before he came and then she took him back into her mouth and squeezed his cock-root to keep him from coming. She fluttered her tongue up and down his thickly-veined shaft and licked up the jizz leaking out of his piss-slit.

When she thought she had regained control, she told him to get on top of her again and this time she fucked back more vigorously. They rocked and swayed and the bedsprings creaked. He lowered his chest to her tits, his body flat on top of hers as he pumped only his adorable ass.

"Remember not to come inside me," she said, stroking his hair.

"Jesus, Mom, you're terrific," he said.

"So are you, darling," she said, deliberately squeezing her talented pussy around his prick.

This time when he came she came too and mother and son writhed and clung together for a very long time. When they finally broke apart, Alice glanced at the clock. It was late and she decided to call her office and tell them she was sick.

"Do you have to go back to school?" she said to her youngest son as she sat back on her haunches and thrust, her tits out.

"Not if you give me a note tomorrow," he grinned.

She touched his cock, but this time it didn't stir. "How about some lunch before we fuck some more?" she said.

"Honest? We'll fuck again?" His eyes glittered.

"Oh, yes, baby," she said, pressing her cheek to his and her tits to his chest. "We'll spend the whole day in bed and Mother will show you more about how to satisfy a woman.

Would you like that?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"You bet!"

"I thought you'd say that," she said, feeling totally contented and happy. "You'll never leave me, will you, baby?" she said.

"I'll never leave you, Mom," the boy said. And that was what Alice had been longing to hear.