Chapter 4

Alice fled the basement in as state of disbelief bordering on shock. She'd always known that Mark was a girl-chaser, and that all the girls thought he was hot stuff. Even in grade school he had girls calling him all the time. She'd known he was hot with the girls, all right, but she'd never guessed just how hot. It was obvious that her son was sex maniac who had probably fucked every girl in his high school by now.

On the ground floor, the house was quiet. Shawn had either finished his piano practice or was taking a break. Alice ran down the hallway and climbed the steps without being seen. The upstairs hallway was quiet.

Her shoes in one hand, her bare toes sinking into the carpet as she tiptoed toward her room, she felt uncomfortably sticky and gooey between her cuntlips. The masseur's cum was still trickling out of her pussy, little by little, and her own fuck juices had flowed freely as she'd watched Mark with the girl. She only wanted to get clean. She knew she'd jack off in the shower, but then she'd wash away all the filthy fuck fluids, the evidence of her degenerate lust and her infidelity to her husband.

Her bedroom door was half closed. It should have been wide open, as she always left it unless she was inside and didn't want to be disturbed. And there was a light on inside. Holding her breath, not knowing what to expect, she peered around the edge of the half-open door.

Shawn, clad in jeans, was rummaging in the clothes hamper in the closet, his head nearly buried in it as he kneeled in the closet doorway. His feet were bare, and he wasn't wearing a shirt.

What in the name of God? Alice thought. He wasn't going to find any clean clothes there. That was her personal hamper for her dirty clothes.

The boy mumbled something and straightened up. As he got to his feet, he swung shut the closet door.

Alice pulled back before he could turn around. She slipped into Ricky's dark bedroom across the hall and waited, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway.

Shawn appeared seconds later, opening her bedroom door completely, peering up and down the hallway, then reaching back to switch off the bedroom light before stepping out. He held something wadded up in his left hand. A few seconds later, he'd shut the door of his own bedroom behind him.

Alice had never spied on her sons before. She didn't feel that invading another's privacy was right. However, after what she'd inadvertently witnesses outside the hot-tub room, and because of the way Shawn was acting, she felt justified in kneeling outside his bedroom door and taking a peek through the keyhole. He'd been snooping in her bedroom, after all, and it appeared that he'd taken something from her clothes hamper. It was her motherly duty to find out what he was up to.

She peeked through the keyhole just in time to see Shawn peel off his jeans. He wore no underwear underneath, and that shocked her. She couldn't believe shy young Shawn was not wearing underwear. Nor could she believe his cock.

His prick stood up like a billyclub, not a hair smaller than Mark's cock, and it throbbed as if Shawn had a naked girl lying on his bed with her legs spread and her cunt waiting. The boy's face was red, and he looked strangely like a man instead of like a frail young sophomore in high school with a pageboy haircut and vaguely girlish features.

Alice had never thought of Shawn as a sexual creature. It shocked her to see that his cock was hard. She'd never imagined him with a hard-on. Nor would she ever have been able to conceive that his cock was so large--much bigger than his father's almost larger than his athletic brother's cock.

The boy jumped on the bed and flopped back, spreading his legs, relaxing. Alice could see the bottoms of his feet and his swollen brown balls. Though his skin appeared hairless, he sprouted a thatch of dark crotch hair on his groin. The hair was almost black, matching the sprigs of black hair in his armpits. The black hair contrasted with the blonde hair on his head. Alice wondered where he'd got the dark crotch hair and armpit hair from.

Shawn had a pair of Alice's dirty panties. He rubbed them on his skin as if they were a wash cloth. He rubbed them lightly over his balls and cock, letting them drape over his cock. His cock throbbed up and down, Alice's panties hanging from it.

He looked delirious, drunk, his eyes unfocused, his lips muttering whispers. He squirmed against the satiny bedspread, humping upward, rubbing his legs and ass and feet against the spread. His toes crossed, spread, curled. He looked sensuous as a cat, moaning, growling. His prick stood straight up, throbbing, quivering, Alice's dirty, cunt-smelling panties draped over it.

Alice felt as embarrassed as she did shocked. She couldn't believe that was Shawn behaving like that.

Shawn started massaging his cock with the silky panties, rubbing them up and down the long shaft of his fuckpole. His balls squirmed in their sac as he jacked off.

"Oh, Mom!" the boy moaned, loud enough for Alice to hear him. "Oh, Mom!" He pulled the panties off his cock and pressed them to his face, muttering as he inhaled their cunt-scent and sucked on their cunt-flavored crotch.

Alice felt a twinge in her gut. She felt momentarily dizzy. If she'd been watching Ricky or Mark behave this way, she'd have been shocked enough. But this was Shawn. How could Shawn be such a pervert? He was her most-perfect son, the angel of the family.