“I'd better cover up a little. I don't want that nosey Constance Prunewhip coming back here and snitching on me to the boss.” “Who?” “Oh, you probably saw her. The old woman in the paisley dress out front. The one who thought the Victorian era was racy.” Gloria stood and straightened her skirt. Fred couldn't help noticing that she stood with her legs held just a bit too far apart as if the fucking had really put the ache into her joints. “I guess so. I was in a hurry to get back here. I could have passed her by and never noticed. I take it she has the bright idea of enforcing her morality on everyone else?” “You got it, Fred.” Gloria sighed as she leaned back against one of the bookshelves. “Connie sounds like some crusader for the WCTU out of the early part of the century. Real Bible-thumping fury and all that. You can almost hear her screaming 'immoral' at some of the books on the shelves around here.”
“Here?” Fred said in disbelief. “Yon don't have anything in the public library that could be considered racy. Hell, if you did, I'd be checking more books out!” Gloria smiled at her son and shook her head. “Connie considers Shakespeare to have been the randiest of writers. And I caught her reading one the other day. I suppose she's trying to find out what all the sin's about. Poor dear, I doubt if she's ever tasted any in her withered-up life.” “Not like you, Mom!” “I don't really consider anything I've ever done to be all that sinful. Not even this little assignation with you today, Fred.
After all, we're both old enough to know what we want. And we want each other. That seems to be as natural a thing as there can be in the world.” “I'm sure others wouldn't agree,” Fred said. Then, in a lower voice, he went on. “Do you and Dad feel the same way-about each other?” The woman had a stricken look on her face that quickly melted to be replaced by a mask of gentility. “Of course. Your father can do as he pleases and I do as I like. That's what makes our marriage work so well.” “Dad went out and knocked off a piece today. Some really foxy-looking chick that came in asking for a car.”
“And he couldn't deny her a little test drive, is that it?” snapped Gloria, blood rushing to her cheeks and making her flush with anger. “I thought everything was okay between you. Look, Mom, I know that you and Dad haven't been getting along too well lately. The way you look at each other, the things you say-and don't say-all make you sound like a liar when you tell me your marriage is okay.”
Gloria turned and crossed her arms, accentuating the swell of her ample tits. Fred took a deep breath as he saw his mother trying to control her anger. The very act that had made her mad, also made her more desirable to him. The flush in her cheeks, the way her tits rose and fell with each heavy breath, even the way she held her body all sent tremors pulsing through his prick. But he couldn't get it up again, not this soon after fucking his mother. It just wasn't possible. Nor was it possible for him to desire her physically any less. His mouth literally watered at the thought of her tasty twat. To wrap his lips around her sex Lips and suck on them, then drive his tongue deep into her pussy would be the closest thing to heaven on earth he could find. “… so we ignore each other more,” she was saying. His mind had drifted away from the conversation for a moment as he thought how great it would be to tongue-fuck his mother. “Everything we do seems to drive us farther apart so we don't do much of anything anymore. Even in bed.” “Maybe you're both getting bored with marriage. Have you tried anything to put the old spark back into it? Or are you too much buried in a rut? A rut's only a grave with the ends knocked out, you know.” “What are you talking about, Fred? There's no real boredom when Don's fucking me.
It's… good.” “And maybe the same. All the time the same. That could be one reason you enjoy having me come around so much. It's different, it's illicit, it's got an element of danger involved as long as we fuck here in public. Has Dad ever balled you in public?
Like this?” “No,” she reluctantly admitted. “It just didn't seem to come up.” “It did for that slinky blonde he fucked to-day,”
Fred said. “And it can if you sort of seduce him. You know, the usual stuff you women use on us men. A little ear-nibbling like this.” He stood close behind his mother, his hands going around her waist to prevent her from moving away. His teeth lightly gnawed on the lobe of her right ear. His hot breath came and sensitized the already delicate flesh and when his tongue stabbed out hard as a prick, she pressed back against his body. “Hmmm, that's nice, Fred. I like it. A lot. But, hey, what are you doing now?” His hands worked their way up under her skirt again and he stroked across her pussy mound. He found what he'd expected to find; her cunt was already dribbling out a flow of tasty fuck juices. His finger carried a little bit of the lubricant from the flowing well of her sex to the tiny clit once again poking up. It demanded attention and he gave all he could to that little pleasure center. His mother caught her breath and held it as he fingered her clit. The tiny nubbin of erectile flesh quivered under his manipulations. As he toyed with it more, his mother moaned out, “I need you, Fred. Please, fuck me again! I feel so empty inside! My cunt is hungry for cock!” He checked his own responses and decided there was no way in hell he could get another hard-on so soon, even for such a worthy cause as this. But there were other things. He'd begun eating the woman out when he decided he'd have to get his prick into her and fuck her. Now that his cock was out of the running, it was up to him to get his tongue back in. Abandoning her ear, he dropped to his knees. Hidden fingers slowly balled up her skirt and pulled it above the flare of hey ass. The white demiglobes shone in the dim light in the stacks. His tongue flashed out, wet and rough and hard. He licked from the bottom of that smooth moon of asscheek across to the other buttock and then back down to the crease between her ass and leg. Pressing his tongue down hard, he could feel her flesh quiver and pulse wildly. “More, Fred, give me all you can! My pussy is soooooo neeeedy!” He didn't have to be told twice. The first time he applied his tongue to her satiny buttocks, he felt the added flow from her twat. The cunt juices now drenched his hand. Beginning a slow, methodical finger-fucking, he prepared her for what was to come.
Moving down into the deep canyon between her meaty asscheeks proved more delightful than he'd thought it would be. He tasted all the womanly tastes in addition to the heat and need boiling out of her body. Plunging to the bottom of the humid trench, he found her tightly puckered asshole. It appeared none the worse for wear and tear from his little ass-fucking with his finger while he had screwed her with his cock. “Ummm, that's wonderful, Freddie darling,” she cooed.
“Your tongue makes me weak and watery inside.” He could tell from the way her cunt was gushing forth a steady stream of her inner oils now. His hand felt as if he'd stuffed it into a can of motor oil. His tongue snaked out and lightly flicked the rim of the anus. She moaned again and bent forward from the waist to give him a better shot at her anal sphincter muscle. Licking harder now, he laved the tiny hole with all his might. The chary ring of muscle finally decided to relax a little. That was all the opening he needed. His tongue shot up into her rectum and was instantly seized by the collapsing muscle again.
For a ghastly instant, he thought he'd stuck his tongue into a guillotine. Then he flexed his muscles a bit and began a slow tongue-fucking of her butt that made the woman weep openly. He barely heard her for the drum sounds of his own pulse hammering in his temples. This was exciting him more than he would have ever believed possible. The firmness of her body all around his tongue, the heat, the pressure, the way she responded, all drove him on to do even better work. “Tongue-fuck my ass good, Freddie, tongue-fuck me goooood!” she begged. Her asscheeks were quivering now as if some internal earthquake made them shiver and shake. His own cheeks pressed firmly into the rounded mounds of flesh and warmed them, was warmed by them. His tongue thrust even deeper and his jaws began to ache and crack from the strain. Still, he couldn't stop. Not now, not after getting off to such a stimulating start. He picked up the tempo of his tongue-fucking and made her come. It wasn't much of a come but it was an indication how turned on she was by this. As he moved from her asshole to her gaping pussy, he called out, “Is anyone coming? Can they see us? I wouldn't want to be caught!” The words weren't inquiry. He couldn't have cared less if anyone was wandering down the long rows of books or not. He wanted his mother to be fully aware of the exposed nature of this oral sex. He wanted her to thrill with delight at the possibility of someone seeing her son eating her out in plain view. That would give her an even headier thrill when he managed to work his tongue all the way up her Cunt. And it did. The teenager could hardly believe it that his feathery touch across her clit got his mother off in such a big way. She actually screamed out loud and shoved her hips back firmly into his face. He was hunched down behind her now, bending forward at an unnatural angle to make sure his mouth was firmly planted on her cunt. When she spread her legs wide, he slipped through and lay down on his back. Reaching up, his mouth properly sought and found all the right places. His bumpy tongue shot into her cunt and stirred hidden passions there. In addition, he was able to savor the woman-wine frothing around inside.
“Oh, God, I can't stand it,” she moaned out loudly. “Go on and tongue fuck me as hard as you can. My… my cunt needs itttttt!”
He whirled his tongue around inside his mother's pussy for a moment, then slowly withdrew it. She bent forward and placed her arms on a convenient bookshelf, then laid her forehead on the crossed arms for support. Thrusting her hips backwards and down spread her cunt lips even more for his erotic attentions. He hesitated and thought out what he wanted to do to her oozing pussy. He could tongue fuck her until she got off again. Or he could try and wiggle that agile tongue of his back into her tight little asshole. That had given him one hell of a big thrill going all the way up into her shit chute. It had surprised him that he would enjoy it at all. Or he could continue to give her clit all the oral attention he could. He knew that was the center of all his mother's pleasure. He decided to start at the front and work back. His tongue looped and curled through the bushy pussy fur. Tiny spires of wet hair rose under his educated tongue's urging. She was moaning softly as he came back to the leading edge of her cunt lips. Sticking up there bold as could be was her needy clitoris. He couldn't go on and ignore it much longer, not the way it was bucking and thrashing around. Pressing his tongue against it, he felt her heart beating firmly. He began stroking from the base to the pointy tip with the end of his tongue. Each stroke made her entire body shake with delight. He could guess at the fiery passions smashing into his mother's gut every time he licked to the very tip.
“It… it's super, Fred,” she panted, “But I want to feel that fucking tongue of yours deep inside me. DEEP!” He wasn't going to be hurried. He continued to give careful, loving attention to her clit. The tiny go-button was actually growing under his tongue. His oral organ stroked and toyed with it, teasing the little nubbin until it throbbed hard and long. He sucked it between his lips and teased it even more with his hard teeth. The contrast of hard, pearly teeth and soft, sucking lips set her off. Her entire body shook but her hips began to buck so hard he couldn't keep his mouth pressed to her clit.
He allowed her to come, then hastily reapplied his mouth to her pussy.
His oral lips met her sex lips and her passions once again broke wildly. He reached up and grabbed a double handful of ass flesh.
It was the only way he could find to keep his mouth where he wanted it-and where his mother desired it the most. The rampant passions smashing into her tender body refused to allow him to eat her out properly in any other way. Tongue driving hard into her cunt hole, he started a methodical tongue-fucking that wouldn't stop even during several comes. The frothy juices boiling from her twat almost drowned him. And he kept sucking as hard as he could to get as much of the tasty sauce into his mouth. Lips coated with the thick oils, he appeared to have applied a glossy lipstick. The youth's mouth was restless. He moved back from her spasming cunt to her perineum. Light nips with his teeth aroused her even more and when he finally got his tongue back up her asshole, she came again. This time, she threatened to make him permanently deaf and blind. Her soft inner thighs crushed his ears to the sides of his head and cut off all chance of sound penetrating to him. And she shoved her snatch downward in a vain attempt to get his tongue back into her cunt. The motion only drove the hard pink spike into her asshole. That was good enough for the youth. He didn't much care now if his tongue found its warm berth in her ass or her pussy. It was almost the same to him. He enjoyed the sensation of his tongue being sucked deep into her body, being pressed tightly on all sides by hot female flesh. His chin nudged against her cunt lips and set her off still another time. The pussy fluids trickling down his face, the teenager moved back to his mother's pussy. This time, he wasn't going to be sidetracked. In spite of his neck aching from the unnatural angle required to get his mouth to her pussy lips, he kept going. Tongue flashing out to lightly touch all the spots along her turgid cunt lips, he occasionally dipped deep into her bottomless well for another mouthful of succulent cunt juice.
His tongue went berserk inside her soft pussy. The walls of her cunt flowed under his tongue and he got her off again. Slowing his oral assault on her tunnel of love, he began to methodically explore her cunt. Each and every square inch of the pussy walls came under his tongue and was treated to the utmost in stimulation possible. Even his hands helped. He diddled her clit occasionally to keep her pas-lions just at the breaking point, but it was his mouth that performed miracles now. Sucking harder, he drew in first one, then the other of her sex lips. He lightly chewed on them, not hard, but enough. She could hardly keep her hips still now, so great was the arousal caused by his mouth. “I want it allllll!” she whined. Her piteous cries echoed down the stacks of books and made him redouble his efforts to get her off. Such loud noises would surely draw people from all over the library. But the faster he used his tongue on her pussy, the louder the sounds. There was a positively obscene noise every time his tongue sloshed around in her juicy cunt. He forced himself to ignore all this. His tongue began to fuck her with hard, pistonlike strokes. When her pussy smashed down hard on his tongue, he knew she'd gotten off in a big way. Her cries were choked deep in her throat so his only clue came from the way her cunt walls threatened to mash his tongue and the copious flow of her juices. Sucking up that flow gave him an incredible rush such as he'd seldom experienced before. It was sexual, yes, but it was something greater, too. His own cock was dead and would remain that way for another half hour or so.
But this was the same feeling without ejaculation. He continued to suck up his mother's cunt juice until his muscles told him to stop.
He fell back to the floor, aching, and looked up into her still gaping pussy. The pink inner cunt lips fluttered delicately and invited him to come back. He tried and found his neck simply wouldn't bent right. The muscles had been pushed to the limit. “Sorry, Mom, can't do it,” he announced. Slowly pulling himself out from under her, he sat up and licked the pussy fluids off his lips with gusto.
“But this much has been great!” “Uh, yes, I think you'll find that book to be quite, uh, stimulating, sir,” she said. He turned and saw a woman in a paisley dress scowling at them. Fred simply smiled and nodded to her before agreeing with his mother that it would be “stimulating.”