then relaxed those muscles around his softening prick. That muscular spasm was all it took to squirt his limp cock from her pussy amid a flow of manseed and love juice. “I wish we could stay here all day and fuck. It gets so dreary back here, all alone.” Fred laughed at the woman. “Lonely? You're not fooling me. I bet I'm only one in a long string you've got coming back here.” She smiled a dazzling smile and shook her head, a strand of brunette hair falling into her eyes for a moment. “You're the only one, Fred. Really.”
“I don't know whether to believe you or not, Mom,” he said, looking his mother, Gloria Munday, square in the eye. “You shouldn't contradict your parents. Now be a good boy and let me up.
Those strong arms of yours are squeezing the life out of me.”
“Just like that nice little pussy of yours did to me!” he joked.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly the same.”
CHAPTER THREE
“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,
