Fred was flat on his back and Gloria was straddling his waist. His upright cock was poised at the gates to her cunt. She sighed deeply as she lowered herself onto the glans of his cock. The purple tip vanished between her pink flaps and then she seemed to freeze. “What's the matter, Mom?” he asked. “Aren't you going to fuck yourself after you've taken advantage of my inexperience and youthful naivete?” “You make it sound like I was the one doing the seducing. Who was it that came up here and almost begged me for a little action? It sure wasn't your friendly librarian who'd gotten hornier than hell. It was her son. You, kiddo, you!” He gulped as he felt her educated pussy lips wetly caress the very tip of his cock. She was staying just far enough up so that her hips wouldn't come shooting down and cause his prick to vanish entirely into her humid tunnel of desire. The teenager reached up and slid his hands under her blouse. The flesh he discovered was warm and willing.
Emboldened by this discovery, he moved up even farther until he came to the broad base of her tits. Squeezing down a little made the woman close her eyes and gasp in sudden pleasure. “Don't do that, Fred. I… I won't be able to control myself if you keep touching my tits like that. Ummmm, so niiiiice, though. So damned nice!”
“What's wrong with me running my fingers along the smooth slopes of those fine tits of yours? And maybe taking the nipples between my thumb and index finger and rolling it around. Hey, the nipples are growing. I can feel them expand!” The woman sighed more deeply this time, she felt the insidious pleasure creeping into her body. She wanted to simply relax her hips and send her body plummeting down around his prick like some meteorite falling from outer space. Gravity would do all the work for her. She need only enjoy the sensations that would rip through her loins. But she didn't make the move.
Waiting, she let the teenager's fingers roll her nipples around like tiny marbles of flesh. When she felt those tiny pillars of nipple begin to spring erect, she knew she wouldn't be able to contain her ravenous emotions much longer. She needed that cock fucking her. She needed the warmth it could give her, the excitement, the satiation.
“They're hard like erasers,” he observed, still fondling her tits and squeezing down hard on her nipples. His lightest touch was electric. She felt the carnal bolt of energy all the way down into her chest. And it seemed as if the two sensations fighting for supremacy in her body would soon mingle and merge. The way her belly shivered at the nearness of his cock was making her hotter and hotter.
She could hardly keep from indulging herself fiercely. The cock could have been dipped in acid for the huge effect it was having on her. The cunt lips shivered and fluttered like tiny birds' wings on the head of his dong. The thick juices leaked from her cunt and ran down the sides of his ponderous, virile shaft. But she wouldn't sink that cock any deeper into her belly. Not yet. Not until she felt the time was exactly right. Conflicting for total joy in her body was the boy's hand on her boobs. His feathery touches were more exciting than any oilier motion against her tits could have been, he knew all the right things to do and the exact pressures to use. He began pushing the hard nipples into the marshmallowy flesh of the tit. She sobbed now, trying to hold in her emotions. She didn't want to cry loudly for fear that someone might hear her. This was a public place.
Damning Fred for doing this to her, she continued to revel in the sensations he generated in her tits. They were filling with blood from her pounding heart. She felt the nipples harden until not one more drop of excited blood could be squeezed into them. Then she found out how wrong she was. Her son's hands cupped the bottoms of her jugs, then squeezed down hard. He didn't stop there, however. He knew more ways to get a chick turned on than most men twice his age. Slowly drawing his hands toward the tips of her boobs, he pushed ahead of his fingers a steady flow of blood. He made sure they were filled to the breaking point-and that her nipples pulsed with outrageous joy.
Then he lightly flicked his fingers across the tips of her nipples.
She came, hips writhing and lips tightly compressed to hold back the screams of passion she wanted so badly to release. Her breath came hot and heavy and her knockers bobbed up and down, even in the grip of the teenager's hands. When the fierce winds of orgasm had died down a little in her body, she managed to say, “Fred, please. Let's do this later. I… I don't want to get caught up here. My boss has been spying on me as if she suspected something has been going on.”
“It has. And I intend for it to continue. So what if there's a guy at the end of the stack? He can't see us unless he looks good and hard- or if he gets closer.” “Fred, no!” She tried to turn and see the man he Was referring to. His firm grip on her jugs prevented her from turning. “Let him be. And don't make too much sound or you'll attract his attention for sure. Just keep going. Like this.” He pushed his hands into the bottoms of her tits. This caused her to rise up on her knees and let the end of his cock come perilously close to slipping free of its erotic berth just inside her pussy lips.
Then he pulled down firmly on her boobs, as if he intended to rip those doughy mounds from her chest. She shrieked as her hips dived down and his prick seared all the way up into her cunt. Their bushes ground together for a moment as her hips swung from side to side, then he exerted the pressure on her boobs again to get her to rise up. When only the bulbous head of his cock remained inside her cunt hole, he stopped the pressure. “Please, Fred, the man will see us. Christ, he's sure to hear the awful sound of your cock fucking my twat! That juicy smacking noise is going to echo throughout the whole damned library!” She was close to tears. Fred didn't know if it was the effect of his cock in her pussy, the way he was manhandling her satiny tits, or the fear of being discovered. Or all three of those turn-ons.
“Let me worry about that. Hey, he's leaving. Didn't even look down this way,” he lied. He felt her relax a little around his cock before he said, “Ooops, the guy's back. And he's got a friend with him this time. The two of them are just standing and talking down there.”
“Fred, let's stop now! I don't want to be seen fucking you! For God's sake, you're my own…” He was playing her as a fisherman plays a hooked trout. He gave her a little line, then pulled her in, then let her run free for a little before tightening his hold on her once more. This fear, he knew, could be turned into sheer passion if he did everything just right. There wasn't anyone to be seen in the library. The two of them were alone, but as long as she stayed spread wide over his prick, she wasn't able to turn and see for herself. She would have to rely on his reports. And he intended to make them drive her wild with passion before they were through fucking.
“No. I love the feel of your soft pussy all around my cock. And I'm not simply lying here on the floor for nothing. It's drafty. And there's only one way you can warm me up. Get to it, lady!” He used his grip on her boobs to make her slide back down the long length of his fuck stick. The sound of the cock intruding on the wet interior of her cunt was so lewd it made his cock leap and buck around almost as much as the feel of the satiny cunt walls. The teenager enjoyed this position more than any other. He could watch his cock slowly disappear into the depths of her pussy. The sight was a big turn-on.
The way her cunt lips parted for his huge girth pleased him. He split her apart as well as any man could do. But the slowness of her cunt gobbling up his cock made him more aware of the passions running through his own groin. His balls tumbled and lurched wildly in their hairy little bag dangling under his cock. He felt the lead-heavy stew of his jism begin to boil with desire. Fighting his body's urge to send a white-hot gout of jism arching out into her yearning cunt, he moaned softly and concentrated on keeping his desires in check. The way his balls tightened into a hard little sphere told him that he wouldn't be able to hang on long, but it would be long enough to give them both all the joy they could handle. “Ummm, I love it, too, Fred, but we shouldn't be doing this where anyone can see us.
“Why? Are you ashamed of fucking your own son? Is that it? You're getting hang-ups about incest?” He bore down on the last word, knowing that it would make her even more agitated. That was what he was after.
If he could make his mother so hot to trot that she simply erupted with lust, that would serve his purposes nicely. “No, it's not that. But this is public!” “You keep saying that. Either you're ashamed to be seen with your own son or not. I say shut up and let's really get it on before those guys decide to wander down this aisle!”
He pulled downwards on her boobs, forcing her hips to lower around his cock. His prick vanished into her snatch. The way her pussy fur was matted, it seemed to be an erotic arrow showing exactly the point where his cock was to be stuffed. He felt his prick buck and dance hard inside her tiny twat. The walls of her pussy were hung with small dewdrops of cunt juice that lubricated his cock for the next trip into it. First things first, though. His hands began kneading her tits as if they were merely hunks of dough waiting for the oven. He started rotating her left tit in a clockwise direction while her right tit was pushed in the opposite direction. This made it seem as if her body was coming apart. She didn't feel pain, he wasn't squeezing down hard enough on her boobs for that, but she did feel a definite arousal. The tiny spears of delight that had been shooting into her chest suddenly loomed large and menacing. She couldn't control the ravaging lusts locked up inside her body any longer.
She gasped and let the sensations take her. She quivered and groaned loudly as she came. Forgotten were the two men down the aisle who might wonder what was happening. Forgotten was everything but the way her son was playing with her tits. He was expert at it and making her stay up on top of the pinnacle of her come longer than she'd have thought from a breast-induced come. “More, give me more,” she begged. “I don't give a flying fuck who hears us! I want all of it!”
She wasn't quite coherent but her son knew what she meant. And he arched his back and lifted his hips off the floor to shoot his cock upward into her hungry cunt. She felt the heated rocket of solid manmeat coming into her pussy. She shivered and goose-flesh danced along her arms. And then she exploded into another come. Her entire body was like one giant raw nerve-ending. The lightest of touches was enough to send her sailing off on a come. She could hardly stand the intensity of her feelings. Her throat was covered with broken glass, making every breath a painful experience. Her lungs had long since filled with molten lead. It bubbled and perked up to make her tits feel as if they'd been popped into a furnace. She was completely alive as she'd seldom been before in her life. This was sex, this was fucking, as Nature had meant it to be. What matter it was her very own son's cock lodged so firmly inside her juicy twat? That only added spice to the adventure. As he relaxed and his prick slipped from her slobbering cunt, she decided she had to have more of that tasty prick. It was as alive as she was. She had to feel it touching her every hidden nerve, making her into a complete woman again. She simply relaxed and came plunging down to bury his prick into her cunt.
They both grunted at the force of impact. There was no denying her needs now. She ground her cunt as hard into his groin as possible.
She felt the incredible churning in her own pussy as his cock slowly twisted and stimulated her. Her cunt walls seemed to try to cling to his meaty prick. That made her insides twist and twitch in response.
She felt the skin all over her snatch tighten. When it pulled her clit over to one side, she came again. That tiny little pea-sized organ gave her the most intense sensation possible for a woman to experience. She screwed her eyes shut and simply let the orgasmic winds blow through her body. She knew the cock was pulsing hard in her pussy. She knew the hands were working avidly at her tits. She knew that people might be watching her fuck her own son. She knew all that and more and it fed the flames of lust consuming her. “Move, damn you,” came the distant command. The woman didn't understand who was speaking. Then she felt her son's hands pushing hard against her jugs.
That told her he wanted her to rise up on his prick again, to fuck herself faster and forget all about the feelings she experienced with his cock simply quiescent. As if moving in slow motion, she exerted the strength needed to rise up on her son's long cock. When her cunt hole sensed the nearness of the thick hood of his glans approaching, she stopped, then reversed her motion. Their crotches squished together wetly, passionately. She didn't hesitate at the bottom of her fucking cycle this time. Immediately rising again, she repeated the motion. The friction against her innards built up with every stroke of his prick in and out of her pussy. She loved the way it seemed to come alive and possess her. The warmth was like melted butter flooding into her belly to puddle there in eager anticipation of still another climax. She drove her hips in that up-and-down motion, fucking herself, feeling his prick entering and leaving her excited cunt until she did get off again. “Shit,” he moaned, “I can't take that much more. Your pussy squeezes me flat every time you come. I gotta fight back the jizz even now. You're making me feel like I'm just now getting my first piece of ass!”
The words thrilled her. This was her own son she was pleasuring so much! And it was his prick hotly drilling into her belly. Her cunt convulsed again as the spasm of orgasm rippled through her entire body. She was sweating profusely now and even this oddly stimulated her and kept her sexually strung out longer than she would have thought possible. The steady stream of salty sweat ran between her tits and tickled across her belly. She knew it was running down her back and each bone in her spine formed a tiny dam to hold it back just long enough. “Go, damn you, go! Fuck harder!” cried Fred. “I want to feel your cunt swallowing my entire goddamned cock!” The words spurred her on. Everything her son did was intended to heat her to the boiling point. When her lust frothed over, he wanted to be there to continue stuffing his prick into her seething well of carnal passion.
She huffed and puffed as she rocketed up and down his well-greased pole. Feeling his cock spreading inside her cunt made her motions a little bit jerky. It was difficult maintaining a smooth fucking tempo when the passions were running away with her self-control. For a few strokes, she tried to take her mind off the things arousing her so much. Counting the number of times his prick drove hard and fierce into her twat helped. She got up to seventy-seven before she came again. The woman thought she continued fucking the entire time she was lost in the wonderland of total sexual fulfillment but she wasn't sure. By the time she drifted back to the reality of the situation, her son was arching his back to make sure he shoved his cock as far up into her cunt as possible. Changing the motion of her fucking, she started swinging her hips from side to side as she dropped down on his cock. This corkscrewing motion gave new dimensions to the fucking. She felt her innards being pulled and twisted around. It was hard to keep from turning into a human machine gun and firing off one come after another, but this added movement and friction in her already aroused cunt was more than enough to make her get off again. “Stop it,” he muttered, not meaning it. “Your cunt's like a blast furnace. And a vise! You're crushing me and melting me at the same time! Goddamn, but this is one hell of a fine fucking!” His own body was having a difficult time keeping up with her frenzied moves. He drilled his cock upward and felt her pussy lips bulge around his balls, so deeply he shot into her cunt. When the tip of his cock brushed against her cervix, he knew he would never fuck deeper into a chick. Time and again he bounced the rubbery tip of his prick off the deeply buried, soft neck of her womb. When he felt her cunt clamp down still another time, he couldn't hold back his torrent of jism any longer. He screamed as the white-hot flood of his come spewed into her sucking pussy. He thrashed around, held down by the weight of her body, held in position by the rigid force of her cunt walls on his hidden prick. When he had finished gushing out his gallon after gallon of pearly white jizz, he subsided. Panting, sweating, tired, he managed to tell the woman, “That's got to be the last act, Mom. I'm beat. And look what you did to my cock! It'll never be the same again!” The limp snake folded itself at his groin.
Gone was the once proud fucking tool that had given them both supreme pleasure. He knew from the deadened feeling in his penis-it wasn't a cock unless it was long and hard and ready for a hot chick's cunt-that it would be an hour before he could get another hard-on. He would simply have to wait. Then he remembered the real reason he had come to the library. Fucking his mother had been fun, but it had been designed for another, more devious purpose. He raised himself up on one elbow and looked at his mother. He felt a pang of regret that it would be so long before his prick was ready for good use again. She had never appeared lovelier. There was a flush that always seemed to appear in the face of a woman after a satisfactory fucking. “Mom, what about the two of us going to the stock car races tonight? I picked up a couple free tickets and I think it might be fun.” She pushed herself erect and carefully rearranged her dress to try and make it appear less wrinkled than it was. She worked miracles on it as she stood upright. “Fred, you know I don't like things like that. I'd rather not, if you don't mind.” “Well, I do mind. I'm not going to pass up the chance to See the race.” “Why don't you take Denise?” “She's going with another guy,” he said. “And besides, I think it would be good for you to get out of the house. You're going to get cabin fever staying inside so much. All day long, these musty old books and then you go home and hide inside those four walls and…
“Okay, okay!” she said, holding up her hand to cut off his tirade. “I agree. What time do I have to be ready.” “Around eight,” he said, his smile a bit broader than it should have been.