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The Voluptuous Librarian & Her Son Ch. 01

By: Shamrockk



I never married and that may partly explain the things that happened with my son John. As a girl, I was not particularly pretty, yet I found myself asked out on more dates than some of the best looking girls in the school. I was naïve and thought the boys liked my friendly personality, but a jealous classmate set me straight one day. 

"It's your tits they like," she hissed in my ear when I told her about my date with a boy she had a crush on.

God blessed me with an hourglass figure, perhaps to compensate for my lack of looks. Like my sister, I am over-endowed upstairs. I also have a shapely behind and long, attractive legs. After what my classmate said, I began to observe the pattern of my dates. I realized that once a boy had seen what he wanted to see, he either lost interest or kept me on the down-low.

When I realized that boys who seemed so excited to date me were only curious about my body, I was very hurt and disillusioned. Then at age 18, I became pregnant. The boy's parents forbade him from seeing me when they found out and soon after he graduated high school, they left town. 

John was born when I was nineteen. After that, I did a library degree and became a librarian. I poured all my energy into raising John and working to support him. I swore off men. I became entirely self-supporting and I was happy to remain single. I had my freedom with no man to tell me what to do. My world shrank to myself and my son.

John was never an A student, but he did well enough in elementary and middle school. Then, in his last year of high school, when he was eighteen, his grades dropped steeply. I was concerned, as any parent would be, for my son's future. As luck would have it, my sister Glenda was the guidance counselor at John's school and I asked her to talk to him and see what she could find out.

The day after their interview, I called her and she asked me to come to her office. I took the afternoon off work and went to the school. Glenda came out and escorted me into her office. I asked her what they had talked about.

"Of course," Glenda said, "what passed between John and I is confidential. You are my sister and I want to help, but I can only talk in general terms. OK?"

"Fine," I said, "I appreciate any information you can give me."

"Well first of all," Glenda began, "John is becoming a young man and he is interested in the opposite sex. Perhaps you can tell me something. Has John had many dates?"

"No," I said, "it's sad, but the girls he likes don't seem interested in him."

My sister nodded. We both knew what the problem was and it was something we had all inherited to some degree. Like me, my sister has a fabulous figure, but not much in the way of looks. As a girl, she was wild and even slutty, but unlike me, she married the first man who asked her. He turned out to be an alcoholic and a less-than-faithful husband, but she stayed with him, perhaps out of desperation. They never had children and she seems to satisfy her maternal instincts in her career, working with young people.

"Yes," she said, "John is aware that he does not attract the girls he wants to date, and that depresses him. So one part of his academic problem is that he is depressed and he obsesses about girls all the time."

"What's the other part?" I asked, curious.

"Well this is a little more difficult to talk about, but it involves you, so I am going to tell you," Glenda said, looking at me and then looking away.

Her demeanor made me nervous. "How am I involved?" I asked.

"Well," my sister said, "John has urges like all teenage boys and they're not being satisfied in the usual way. You two are alone a lot and it seems his attention has become focused on you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, still not sure what she was getting at.

Glenda sat up straight and stuck out her chest. She smoothed her dress down over her large breasts.

"This sort of thing," she said, "can become an obsession for young men. Perhaps you remember how it was for us in high school. Boys were all over us."

"Ok," I said, "but how does that concern John?"

Then I realized what she meant.

"My God!" I exclaimed, "Do you mean John is looking at me in that way?"

"That's it, I'm afraid," Glenda said, "In the absence of a girlfriend, you have become the focus of his urges and you're distracting him from his studies."

"Well what am I supposed to do about that?" I asked dejectedly. I was totally at a loss.

"The strange thing is," she said, "He is attracted to me too. You and I are so alike physically and the whole time he was in my office, I noticed him looking at my body."

"What can we do about this?" I said.

"I know," Glenda said, "It's a dilemma. On the one hand, we don't want to encourage these desires. They're natural, but they're incestuous. On the other hand, we want him to succeed and if he doesn't get some relief, he may flunk high school." 

"This is very upsetting," I said, "I can't think of a solution," I looked at her desperately, "What do you suggest Glenda?"

Glenda gave me a searching look. 

"How would you feel if I invited John over to my house this week end? David's gone on business for two weeks, so we'd be alone. I can help him with his studies, and it may also help him to talk more openly about his feelings in a relaxed environment."

"That sounds great Glenda!" I said, "Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver. If you need anything, just let me know, I'll be happy to provide groceries, John has a big appetite."

"Oh that's ok," Glenda said, "I'll enjoy cooking for him, no worries." 

And so, that weekend, I drove John to Glenda's house and dropped him off with his books and an overnight bag.

On the Sunday night, Glenda dropped him off again. He looked different, and his attitude had changed for the better. Normally rather quiet, John seemed to have gained confidence and he was certainly in a good mood. I was delighted. I decided Glenda must have used her counseling skills on John and it had worked.

Next time I saw Glenda, I congratulated her warmly. "I don't know what you did with John," I said, "but the difference is amazing. I don't want to pry, but can you tell me what you guys talked about?"

Glenda smiled and looked away. "I'm sorry, but I would prefer to preserve John's confidentiality," she said, "it's just better that way all around."

"I understand," I said. I was a little disappointed that my sister wouldn't confide in me, but overall I was delighted. When Glenda suggested that John spend the next weekend with her too, I agreed happily and thanked her for taking such an interest. Her husband was still gone on business, so they'd have plenty of time to talk. John also seemed excited to be spending more time with his aunt and I dropped him off after school on Friday.

On the Saturday night, one of John's friends from out of town called to ask if he could come for a visit. This was something I needed John to ok. I knew he'd be excited to see Jason again, but I had to make sure he had no other commitments. John had lost his cell phone so I called Glenda's number. She didn't answer. I needed an answer right away, so I drove to Glenda's house. 

It was about dusk when I parked on Glenda's street and walked up the driveway. I knocked on the front door, but there was no reply. Glenda's car was there, so I wondered if they might be on the back porch. I walked around the side of the house and, glancing, through the brightly lit den window, I saw Glenda on her knees on the floor. 

She was naked except for a pair of stockings and her large breasts were sticking out. Jason stood over her with his penis exposed. He had a full erection and I couldn't help noticing how well endowed he was. He was masturbating over Glenda as she exposed her breasts to him in a pornographic pose. As she waited, she was touching herself and her arousal was obvious.

As I stood paralyzed with surprise, John cried out and ejaculated copiously on Glenda's breasts. I tiptoed away, in shock, and drove home with my emotions churning. I was furious at Glenda. How could she seduce my son? At the same time I felt betrayed. They had been fooling me! I also felt strangely jealous.

That night I had trouble falling asleep. The image of John masturbating over Glenda's offered breasts kept playing and replaying in my mind. The crazy thing was that along with my anger and hurt feelings I was very aroused.

My sexual feelings had been dormant for years. It seemed natural to repress my sex drive after John was born. Now years had passed and I had not had a passionate sexual relationship since my teens. Seeing Glenda and John opened up the floodgates. Under the anger and jealousy, I felt a powerful animal arousal that would not be denied.

I gave in and touched myself, kicking off the covers and stripping naked. I fantasized that men were looking at my naked body and wanting me. I still have a voluptuous figure and I often felt men's eyes undressing me. I wondered if John thought of me while he masturbated. I pictured him coming in my room and pulling back the covers as I slept. I saw him rubbing that big cock and ejaculating on my breasts. I came at this thought and my orgasm was so powerful! I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had even masturbated.

I woke on Sunday morning in a state of confusion. What was I supposed to do? Should I confront Glenda and John? I spent the day going over the situation, but the more I thought about it the more muddled I became. I was excited to be alone with John that night. Seeing him with my sister had changed my whole view of him. He was a virile young man and the knowledge that he was attracted to me made it all the more exciting. I ended up planning what I would wear when he came home.

I went to the mall and tried on clothes in the boutiques. I never usually shop in those stores, but I wanted something that would flaunt my curves. I bought some low cut, short dresses, several revealing tops, heels, stockings and sheer lingerie. When I got home, I tried all the outfits on, posing in the full length mirror. By the end of the day, I was in a state of breathless excitement. I couldn't wait for John to get home. My anger at Glenda had subsided. I understood how she felt. 

I told myself that what Glenda and I were doing was helping John to focus on his studies. That night I wore black thigh highs, heels and a figure hugging, short green dress that showed off my thighs and ample cleavage.

I heard the front door open about 8.00 and John called goodnight to Glenda and came into the kitchen.

"Hi honey!" I said, "You're home at last. Did you have a good time with Glenda?"

John put down his bag and looked at me.

"Wow Mom!" he said, "You look amazing!"

"Why thank you," I said, "I went shopping while you were gone. It's been a while since I updated my wardrobe."

"Yeah," John said, staring at me in a way that made me feel giddy. 

"Come in the living room and tell me about your weekend," I said.

I sat on the armchair and John sat opposite me on the sofa. I put my purse on the floor between us.

"So what did you do this weekend?" I asked innocently.

As John began talking, I bent over and searched around in my purse. I wasn't looking for anything, but I knew John was getting a good view down the front of my dress. My breasts were swaying and separating from my flimsy bra as I continued rummaging around. John's description became disconnected and vague.

"So we... yeah we uh... mostly stayed in and uh... talked I guess..."

I finally found a pack of gum. I sat up and crossed my legs, letting my dress ride up, exposing my stocking tops. John's eyes moved from my breasts to my thighs.

"Sounds like you had a nice time," I said, "Now tell me something honestly John."

"Sure," John said, tearing his eyes away from my dress.

"Do you think this dress is too short? I want the truth. Is it too revealing?"

"Oh no," John said, "It's perfect. You have a great body, and you ought to show it off."

"Well thank you!" I said, "I don't want to dress inappropriately, but I'm only thirty seven. Just because I work in a library doesn't mean I have to be frumpy."

I bent over to look in my purse again. John was moving a little stiffly in his chair. I hoped I was having the desired effect.

"I'm looking for my phone," I said, "There are some pictures I want you to see."

I finally located the phone. My friend Sally had sent me shots of her family's vacation and I decided those would do.

"Sit beside me John. I want to show you the pictures from Sally's cruise."

John got up and moved rather uncomfortably to the sofa. He had his hands folded across his crotch as he sat beside me.

"Here," I said, moving closer so we were touching. My dress rode up, exposing my stocking tops and my bare thighs. "Look at the size of these cabins!"

I held out the phone. I knew he could see all the way down my cleavage. I thumbed through Sally's vacation shots as John kept made approving comments.

"Wow! Great pic!" he said. "I wondered if he was even looking at the photographs.

John still had his hands covering his crotch. I took sly glances to see if I could detect a bulge. Then I let the phone drop in John's crotch.

"Oh sorry," I said. John lifted his hands to catch the phone and exposed the large bulge in his baggy pants.

"This phone is too small," I said, "Let's try the computer where you can see properly."

I pulled a low stool over to my desk and turned on the computer.

"Make your self useful while I pull this up," I said "My back is stiff. Please rub my shoulders."

John stood behind me and began to knead my shoulders. As I sat on the low stool, I knew from he could see straight down my dress. I leaned back and closed my eyes.

"Mmm," I sighed, "That feels good, you're melting my stress away."

I stuck out my chest, and rested my back against his crotch. I rubbed the back of my neck against the hard bulge in his pants, sighing as he rubbed my shoulders. I wanted him to imagine the sounds I would make if he was rubbing me in other ways.

I pulled up the pictures on the screen and John pretended to be interested, but we were both thinking of other things. He was now rubbing himself hard against the back of my neck as he massaged me. I felt him working himself up to a climax. I kept my eyes closed and turned my head to one side, feeling his stiff young cock against my cheek.

"Oooh" I breathed, "You are relieving ALL my tension. I wish I could do the same for you. Are you pent up John?"

I rubbed my face gently against his bulge.

"Uh yes mom," he breathed.

"You feel very stiff and tense dear," I said.

I kept my eyes closed and rubbed my face against his throbbing erection, through his pants.

"I can relieve it for you," I breathed.

John unzipped his pants and then I felt his bare penis touching my face. I rubbed my cheek up and down his shaft, keeping my eyes closed. I opened my mouth and let him slide the head between my lips. Then I turned on the stool with my eyes still closed and my lips parted and sucked him. John slid my dress down off my shoulders and bared my breasts. I took my mouth off him, keeping my eyes closed.

"Do you want to massage yourself between them?" I asked. John pulled me down and knelt in front of me, pumping between my breasts.

"Yes," I whispered, "Release your tension on mommy."

He gripped my arms as he rode my breasts and soon I felt warm jets soaking my neck and my nipples. 

"That's better," I whispered, "Now clean me off please." 

John wiped my breasts and neck clean. Then he put my bra and my dress back on. I kept my eyes closed as he dressed me.

When he was done, he helped me to my feet and I turned and opened my eyes as though I were awakening from a nap. John was dressed. It was as if nothing had happened.

"Time for bed!" I said, "I have a busy day tomorrow."

"Me too" John said. He kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight Mom, I'm glad I'm home."

That night as I touched myself in bed, I realized the best time for John to be relieved was in the morning before he went to school. Then he might not get so distracted by the girls. What he needed was wake-up sex. The next morning I woke up early. I was wearing one of the flimsy negligees I had bought. The material was completely see-through.

I entered John's room and knelt by his bed. His curtains were drawn and the room was almost dark. I slid my hand under the covers and found what I was looking for. The boy had a massive erection. I masturbated him gently. John moaned in his sleep as I touched him. His firm young cock was making me very excited. I had to feel him inside me. I drew back the covers and knelt over him on the bed. Then I inserted his shaft in my wet slit and pushed down slowly. 

I can't describe how good it felt to be penetrated after so long! I rode up and down on him, as John moaned in his sleep. He thrust up into me and I gasped as he rode me from below in the dim room. I pulled off the flimsy night dress and brushed his sleeping face with my nipples. John continued to thrust up into me until he moaned and released in me. As far as I could tell, he was still asleep. He stayed rock hard and I rubbed myself until I came with his cock filling me. When I was satisfied, I rose up and his juicy cock slid out of me. I stepped off the bed, with cum dripping down my thighs. Then I pulled the covers over him, picked up my negligee and tiptoed out of the room.

I took a quick shower and when I was done, I knocked on his door.

"Time to get up for school John," I called. After a few more knocks he answered me, sounding groggy and half asleep. It was a relief to know he had really been asleep. I went in my room and dried my hair, wondering if John would smell me on himself. I heard him enter the bathroom and I wondered if he was horny. Would he jerk off in the shower? I wanted to know. I walked down the hall and listened outside the bathroom door. The shower was going, and I knew John wouldn't hear me, so I tried the door. It wasn't locked! I opened it and called to him, without putting my head around the door.

"John, sorry to bother you, but my toilet is not flushing, mind if I use yours for a minute?"

John called something back and I peeked around the door. He was standing behind the steamed up glass shower door. 

"Come in mom, it's ok, I won't look," he said.

"Alright," I said, "I'm barely dressed so please don't look!"

I slipped my panties down and sat on the toilet. My big breasts were visible through the sheer white nylon of my night dress. I kept my eyes away from the shower, but I could see John in the mirror. He had a huge hard-on. He was soaping himself as he watched me and he kept touching his cock with his soapy hands. I ran my hands lightly over my breasts and the nipples stood out stiff through the nylon.

"I'll be done in a moment John, sorry to intrude on you like this."

"That's ok mom," he said, "I could see in the mirror he was now soaping his cock vigorously as he watched me. I stood up and wiped my lips gently with a tissue making sure he could see. Then I took another tissue and wiped my clit. As John watched me through the steamed up glass door, I rubbed my sensitive clit until it stood out.

In the mirror I could see John jacking off. My breasts were jiggling nicely as I stroked myself for his enjoyment. I wanted to enter the shower and let him fuck me against the tiles. Instead, I walked over to the glass door and pressed myself against it. He could see my tits squished against the glass and my naked cunt pressed against the door. He wiped the steam off and I saw him jerking his big soapy cock. I was so horny! I rubbed my clit as he watched me and soon I came, crushing my tits and thighs against the shower door. John held his cock up to the glass and ejaculated in thick streams on the glass right where my tits were. 


The Voluptuous Librarian & Her Son Ch. 01



"Ok John, I'll leave you to it," I called. I exited the bathroom slowly, shaking my tits and wiggling ass as I walked. I smiled. John would have a good day at school after two big orgasms. 

That day I couldn't stop thinking about how good John felt inside me. I wanted him to take me and use me and I spent the day fantasizing and concocting a plan. When I got home, I ordered pizza for us and went to my room to change. I put on my most revealing outfit, a hot pink mini skirt with a tight black see-through shirt and bra. I wanted to tease John before I went to bed. Then I would tell him I was taking sleeping pills. I hoped John would see his opportunity and seize it.

We ate the pizza in the kitchen. My breasts were half exposed in the lacy black bra under my tight, sheer top. John had to keep tearing his eyes away from them to answer my questions about his day. After dinner I sent him off to do his homework.

"Concentrate and get it all done," I said. "When you're finished I want to get your opinion on some of my new outfits."

Everything went according to plan. I tried on my most revealing outfits for John, telling him I wanted to get back into the dating scene and needed his opinion. John looked down my tops and I ran my hands over my breasts. He looked up my short skirts and I flashed my thong as I crossed my legs and smoothed my stockings on my thighs. When the show was over, I could see John was concealing an erection.

"Ok John," I said, "I'm going to watch TV for a while. I got these new sleeping pills from the doctor last week and they are so powerful! I hope I can stay awake for the news!"

I sat on the sofa, crossing and uncrossing my legs, flashing my pussy at John.

"They are so strong," I said, "I pass out now and don't remember a thing until morning. If I fall asleep here on the sofa, please help me up to bed. Ok?"

"Sure mom," John said.

We sat watching the news and gradually I closed my eyes and let my head sag against a cushion. When the news ended, John turned off the TV. He tried to rouse me, whispering "Mom" in my ear and shaking my shoulder. I didn't respond. I had let my thighs fall open and soon I felt John's hand on my stockings. He began to explore under my skirt, past my stocking tops to my bare thighs. Then I felt his fingers probing me through my lacy thong. I was already wet as he stroked my swollen lips through the panties.

John pushed my skirt up over my thighs and put his face in between. He began kissing and sniffing my wet panties making me very aroused. He slid the material to one side and licked my clit as he inserted his finger into me. I had to tense myself so as not to cum all over him. Then John began working my panties down my thighs and over my knees until he had them off me. He pulled me closer to the edge of the sofa and spread my thighs. Then he knelt on the rug and moved between my legs. I smelled my pussy scent and felt him pushing into me. He opened me up like a ripe peach with his huge cock.

He freed my tits and began sucking and kissing my stiff nipples. I love the feeling of being used by a horny guy who just needs to cum in me as fast as he can. John gripped my ass and thrust harder and harder until he groaned aloud and spent in me, slamming it in again and again. Then he pulled out and laid my head back on a cushion while he arranged my clothes. He buttoned my top and pulled my skirt down. He put my panties in his pocket and helped me to my feet.

I leaned on him as he helped me upstairs. His cum was dripping down my stockings and I felt like a drunk slut as he laid me on the bed and undressed me. He soon had me naked except for my bra and stockings, which he left on. He pulled the covers over me and was about to leave when he must have gotten horny again from seeing me all naked and available and smelling of sex. 

He spread my stockinged thighs and mounted me again, forcing himself in and fucking me even harder than the first time. He rode me roughly like he didn't care if I was awake or not and came in me like a racehorse. He pulled out and left me spread out on the bed in my bra and cum-soaked stockings, tossing the covers over me.

I lay there in the dark, glowing with satisfaction. My pussy felt pleasantly manhandled and bruised from his onslaught. I hoped he had left bruises on my thighs and tits. I felt like a complete whore and I loved it. I rubbed my swollen clit and made myself cum thinking about the way my son had used me. I couldn't wait for the next time!



The Voluptuous Librarian & Her Son Ch. 02



As the single mother of an 18 year old boy, I wanted to help my son John improve his grades in his senior year. I knew I had to keep his mind off girls as much as possible during school. I found out from my sister Glenda, who was John's guidance counselor, that John had a crush on me. This gave me an idea. I could keep John's eighteen-year-old libido focused on me. Then he wouldn't be thinking about girls when he should be paying attention in class. 

I bought a collection of short skirts, dresses and lingerie. Then I began displaying my body around the house in short dresses, stocking and heels. I flashed John my panties and my boobs. On school nights, if John did all his homework correctly, I modeled lingerie for him. My collection of sheer negligees showed off my huge breasts to perfection. The sheer panties let him see my shaved pussy. 

When he decided which negligee he liked best, I hugged and kissed him goodnight so he could feel my barely-covered, swaying breasts on his chest. Sometimes I told him to get on his knees so I could massage his scalp before bed. I rubbed his head while his face hovered inches from my swollen, shaved pussy, barely covered by transparent panties. 

Then I lay in bed, listening to the sounds of my son relieving his pent up desires next door. I knew he had a large penis and his orgasms were long and drawn out. Hearing his groans, I couldn't help fantasizing about how it would feel if he was relieving his tensions on me. 

That gave me the idea of telling John I was taking sleeping pills. I said I was "out for the count" as soon as I went to bed. Then I lay in bed, waiting until John entered my room and slipped into my bed. With my eyes closed, I felt his hands roaming over my body. He slid my negligee up over my breasts and sucked and kissed my nipples. Then he pulled off my damp panties, while I lay passive and still. He spread my thighs and fingered me. Then he mounted me and for the first time I felt my son's hard penis in me. 

After that, he had sex with my "sleeping body" nightly and left me soaked from his multiple ejaculations. But I discovered one morning when I went in his bedroom early that no matter how many orgasms he had at night, he still woke up with a hard-on. I realized I had to make sure he had an orgasm each morning before he went to school. 

I set my alarm for 6.00 am and came in his room while he was still asleep. Then I reached under the covers and masturbated him in his sleep. Sometimes I couldn't resist letting him cum in my mouth and over my breasts. I even mounted him in his sleep sometimes and let him orgasm inside me before he awoke. 

Realizing this might not be enough to satisfy his powerful sex drive, I also began using John's bathroom in the morning so he could watch me through the shower door as I stripped and rubbed lotion on my breasts in the mirror over the sink. During these morning displays I could see him behind me in the mirror, jerking off. I usually ended up pressing my naked body against the shower door for him to shoot his load on the glass. 

John's grades improved with our new regime, but he still had C's in two classes. I decided more help was needed. I called my sister and discussed it with her. She was also concerned about John's progress in school and she agreed to help out. I told John that if he could raise his grades to all B's by his mid-term report we would have his aunt over for a Friday night visit. I promised him that she and I would reward him with a special lingerie show. John listened excitedly and he agreed to try harder in all his classes.

On his next report card, I was delighted to see that his grades had risen into the B range. He even had a B+ in English! I called my sister and told her the good news. Then I reminded her about our promise to John.

"Oh I haven't forgotten," she said, "in fact I've been ordering underwear online for the occasion. I think we can give him a good show. It's just before my time of the month and you know how I get. My breasts are extra big and swollen and my scent is strong. The men at work are all over me right now. So I'm ready to help John with his homework."

Glenda and I had a sexual history that began in our teens when we shared a bedroom. We both developed large breasts at puberty and we liked to compare how our bodies were developing. When we began to get excited about boys, that led to us masturbating in bed at night. One of our favorite games was to pretend one of us was a boy. We took turns and when it was her turn Glenda would grope my breasts and unfasten my bra. 

I got so excited when she undid my bra and my big breasts burst out. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the thrill of a "boy" touching my swollen nipples and kissing and sucking my tits. Then she'd finger me or I'd rub myself on her leg and cum over and over until I was exhausted. 

Glenda was always extra horny just before her period. When she was in that state her scent, her body language and the bitch-in-heat look in her eye always got me excited too. In our teens, we had torrid sex in the nights before her period. It always seemed natural for us to be sexual as sisters. We knew each other's bodies so well and we continued having sex as adults, though not as often. 

I never married and Glenda's marriage was unhappy, which encouraged us to continue our intimacy. When she fought with her husband, she often spent the night at my place. She liked to take revenge on her angry, alcoholic husband by having wild sex with me and sometimes with other people too. She confided that she fantasized about the older boys in her school counseling sessions. Sometimes she enjoyed flashing them, bending over to pick up a dropped pencil or crossing her legs to show them her panties. 

She had even acted out with some of the graduating seniors. She told me about having sex with two football players in her office. Her husband was on a binge at the time and she was refusing him sex, but it was around the time of her period and she was horny so she took revenge with two well-endowed high-school seniors. She had sex with them every day for a week, separately and together. At night she lay in bed beside her husband, touching her cum-soaked panties and thinking of all the ways they had used her. 

As soon as I let Glenda in on Friday night, she dragged me up to my bedroom. John was in his room playing video games, so we made it to my room undisturbed. I locked the door and my sister put down her bag and took off her coat. 

Underneath she was wearing nothing but a black lacy bra with matching panties, black fish-net thigh-highs and heels. She exposed herself dramatically and then approached me with a look that made my stomach melt.

Without a word she unclasped her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders. The cups clung to her breasts, and when she bared them, her breasts were extra heavy. Her luscious nipples stood out an inch and I caressed them with the palms of my hands. She sighed and then took my hand and guided my fingers to her damp panties. I rubbed her swollen clit through the material. As I sniffed her rich scent on my fingers, I felt my pussy lips swell and open. I was aroused already and we hadn't even begun our night with John! 

Glenda and I are the same size so she had brought some new underwear for me to try on. I chose a matching bra and panties and some seamed stockings. Then she put on a short skirt and a tight, sheer blouse. She unbuttoned her top until her cleavage was nicely exposed. I put on a short dress and we sprayed perfume on our breasts and thighs and went downstairs.

I had a chicken salad prepared, so all we had to do was set the dining room table and call John. He sat opposite Glenda and his eyes moved from her exposed cleavage to mine as he tried to concentrate on his food. My sister made light conversation about her work. I could tell from John's face and the way she kept shifting in her seat that she was doing something to him under the table.

I got up to get some water and spied on them from the kitchen. Sure enough, Glenda's foot was between John's thighs, stroking his crotch. He was caressing her calf, stretching his hand as far as he could up her fish-net covered thigh. When I returned from the kitchen, I moved closer to my sister and put my hand on her. She opened her legs to give me access and I caressed her, through her thin, damp panties.

As we finished out meal, Glenda said, "I have an idea how we can help John with his girlfriends. Would you like us to demonstrate how to take a girl's bra off John? Some boys are so clumsy and that can turn a girl off. We can show you the right method." 

John said nothing, but he seemed to like his aunt's idea. We went into the living room and I stood behind Glenda and unbuttoned her sheer blouse. Then I slipped it off her, revealing a lacy bra that barely contained her heavy, swollen breasts.

"This bra is so tight and hot right now," my sister pouted, "I can't wait to get it off. Watch how your mom unfastens me, John."

She turned so he could watch me unhook the clasp. I slid the straps off her shoulders and slowly removed the cups. My sister sighed with relief as her full breasts swung free and John's eyes widened. I unzipped her skirt at the back and slid it down her thighs and now she was wearing only panties, thigh highs and heels.

"That feels better," she said, stepping out of her skirt. "Now John I want you to watch your mother touch my breasts. A lot of young men get over excited when they get a girl's bra off and they may hurt her breasts and put her off sex. You don't want to do that, so watch carefully."

Standing behind her, I gently ran my hands down the steep slopes of Glenda's jutting breasts. I was careful to avoid touching her stiff nipples as I knew they were extra sensitive. I could bring Glenda to orgasm when she was near her period, just by sucking her swollen nipples.

"Some boys grab a girl's breasts like hungry beasts," Glenda said. "When you have them exposed you want to touch them, but control yourself. Stroke them lightly and don't go for her nipples right away. A girl's nipples are very sensitive. When boys pinch them, that kills the mood. Caress a girl gently around her nipples, like your mom is doing. Warm her up first. Then she'll want you to lick and kiss her nipples, but never bite them unless she asks you to."

John watched us in a trance. I stood behind my sister, pressing my excited pussy against her ass as I caressed her stiff nipples with the tips of my fingers in slow circular motions. She sighed and closed her eyes. I kissed her neck and moved down her breasts until my lips brushed her nipples. 

"That's right," she sighed, "See how gently your mother kisses my nipples John. She is keeping me in suspense. I can't wait until she wets them with her tongue."

I waited a few more seconds and then licked her nipples, flicking them with the tip of my tongue. My sister sighed and spread her thighs.

"Oh yes John! That feels good. The tingles in my nipples go all the way down to here," she patted her mound. "When someone sucks my nipples like that, it makes me want them to touch my pussy. That's how it works with girls, step by step, one thing leads to another, and if you do things just right, we get so turned on that we'll let you do Anything you want to us."

I sucked her luscious nipples and slid my hand down her belly and over the outside of her panties. My sister sighed and pressed her mound against my fingers.

"Watch the way your mother touches my pussy John. First she strokes it gently through my panties. She rubs around my camel toe with her finger tips. That makes my clit stick out and I want to be touched more. If you feel my panties, the material is all damp. That's a good sign!"

I gently slid my hand under the elastic top of her panties as John watched my hand, mesmerized by my sister's display.

"I'm going to take these panties off," Glenda said, slipping her panties down and off her feet. "I want you to see how she touches my bare pussy."

She tossed the damp panties to John.

"Sniff them. Do they smell good?"

John put her panties to his face and inhaled her musk deeply, closing his eyes to savor her scent. 

"That's how a woman smells when she's ready to let you fuck her," Glenda said, "Keep them under your pillow and smell my pussy when you jerk off at night. That way you'll memorize the scent. Now unzip your pants and let me see how much you like my pussy."

John unzipped his jeans and pulled out a massive erection. His cock was red and angry looking and the head was dripping. 

"You have a nice cock John," my sister purred, "Stroke it while your mom rubs my clit."

I ran my fingertips lightly up an down my sister's swollen, shaved pussy, gently brushing her distended clit until it stood out, hard and stiff between her dark pink lips. 

"When you stroke a woman like this," my sister panted, "she lubricates and her pussy opens up for your cock. That's how you know she wants you to fuck her. Come here John and show me what you have learned tonight."

John approached Glenda with his jutting cock pointing straight between her thighs.

"Touch my breasts John," she said, "nice and gently. My nipples are hard but they are sensitive. Stroke them lightly with your fingertips. Now kiss them. Mmm, your mouth feels good. Now touch my pussy John. Gently slide your finger up and down my slit. It's open and ready for you John. What do you want to do with it?" 

John pushed his rigid cock down from the vertical and slid it between my sister's swollen lips. He groaned as he entered her and she moaned as he filled her with one long thrust.

"Oh John, you are so big! Does my pussy feel good? Fuck me John. Oh yes big boy, fuck your aunt's tight pussy. Your young cock feels heavenly. My husband never fucks me like this. Oh, yes, do it hard."

John was gripping my sister's ass, pounding into her. I could feel the vibrations of their fucking as I pressed against my sister's ass. John was panting now and fucking his aunt Glenda wildly. They were both on the edge and she cried out,

"Cum in me John. I'm on the pill. Fill my pussy."

As he ejaculated, she came too, crying aloud in her climax. When he was spent, John pulled his rigid cock out of her. It was still glistening with her juices. Glenda put her skirt and blouse back on, but her naked pussy and swollen breasts were still visible. 

The scent of sex was in the air and I was dying to be fucked. My sister must have read my mind because she redirected John's attention to me.

"Now John, I want you to show us what you've learned," she said, "Undo your mom's bra."

We reversed positions and she stood behind me and unzipped my dress. I shrugged it off my shoulders and she pulled it down. I was only wearing my bra, panties, thigh highs and heels as John approached me. He reached behind and unhooked my bra smoothly.

"Good job John!" my sister exclaimed, "Now take it off her nice and gently."

John slid the cups off my breasts. I enjoyed the feeling of being released from the tight bra. My nipples hardened under John's gaze.

"Ok John. Now touch her breasts nice and gently," my sister said, running her hands lightly over my big tits. Having my sister play with my breasts while my son watched was very arousing.

"Suck her nipples John," my sister instructed him, "play with her pussy too. Stroke it through her panties."

John was sucking my breasts and stroking my clit through my thin panties. I could feel his hard cock against my mound, still wet with my sister's juices. I was hot and ready. I pressed my ass against my sister. I wanted her to play with me too. She obliged by rolling my panties down my ass.

"Let's take these off her John," she said, "I think she's ready for your cock." 

She pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them. 

"Do you want your son to fuck you?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded and she reached out to stroke his hard cock.

"Do you want to fuck your mother John?" Glenda teased him, jerking him off as she spoke.

"Yes Aunt Glenda," he groaned.

"Ok John, she's ready. Give it to her good and hard."

John forced his cock into me. As he fucked me he kept brushing my G spot and I felt my orgasm build. My sister sensed my excitement and knew what that meant.

"She's going to squirt John, she's going to squirt," she chanted, caressing my stiff nipples. 

I felt myself slide over the edge. I sprayed a deluge of juice down my thighs, almost forcing John's cock out of me. He held on tight and fucked me until he climaxed in me.

My sister stripped off her shirt and skirt and knelt on the rug between us. She sniffed my pussy and licked my lips as they clung to John's thick shaft. As he slid out of me, she took him in her mouth and sucked him back to full erectness.

"Take us up to bed John," she said, pulling him towards the stairs by his erect penis. "Your mom and I are going to do whatever it takes to keep your grades up."



The Voluptuous Librarian & Her Son Ch. 03



Glenda and I continued to help John keep his GPA up, but we knew the situation could not continue indefinitely. A few months after we began our new relationship with John she had kicked her alcoholic husband out of the house. Now we were both single women and John was our insatiable stud. His huge, ever-erect cock gave Glenda and I countless orgasms. 

But in spite of all the mother-son and aunt-nephew fun we were having, I knew it was time that John found a girl his own age. Glenda and I discussed the problem but we could find no immediate solution. John was still shy and afraid of rejection and the girls he liked did not return his interest.

Then one day Glenda called me at work. Her voice was excited and she said she thought she had found the answer to our dilemma. As school guidance counselor Glenda sometimes takes students from troubled home environments into her house temporarily until other arrangements can be made. Such a case had arisen and she told me she had taken in an eighteen year old girl from the school. 

Apparently the girl had a voluptuous figure and a precocious interest in sex. Social services had visited her house after neighbors reported unusual goings on. They found Justine was having sex with her two older brothers. Sometimes brothers take advantage of a younger sister, but in this case Justine had initiated the sex. The only solution was to remove her temporarily from her home and Glenda had been asked to help.

On her first night at Glenda's house Justine had slipped into Glenda's bed. Glenda awoke to find Justine between her thighs licking her. Glenda was half asleep and in her aroused state she was unable to stop her orgasm. As soon as she recovered her self control, however, Glenda led Justine back to her own bedroom and tied her wrists and ankles to the bedpost.

"This girl has intense urges and she needs regular sex," Glenda said, "But she can't do it with her brothers. I plan to transfer her affections to John."

Glenda's idea was to introduce John to Justine blindfolded. Justine was an attractive brunette with a sexy figure. She was the type of girl that John would normally find unapproachable. She would also not normally be attracted to a boy like John. However, Glenda believed that if they could enjoy one another physically before they saw each other, an attraction would naturally develop.

The two would give each other pleasure and like Pavlov dogs they would learn to associate the touch and scent of the other with orgasm. They would bond sexually and when the blindfolds came off they would already be deeply connected. John would find Justine beautiful, but he would already be comfortable with her and not find her intimidating. Justine would already be sexually and emotionally attached to John so she would accept his appearance. Glenda gave me examples of many beautiful women who had loved less than attractive men. It was possible that Justine and John could be such a match. 

I listened to Glenda's plan and could see no flaw. I would never play recklessly with my son's emotions, but if we could find John an attractive girl his own age, it was worth a try.

On Friday night, John and I went to Glenda's house. I had prepared John by keeping him abstinent for three nights. I told him we were going to visit a girl who had been involved in an inappropriate relationship. Our plan was to wean her away from this unhealthy tie by introducing her to another boy. John was excited at the idea that he would be the boy. I told him they would both be blindfolded to preserve their anonymity.

When we arrived at Glenda's she welcomed us in and told John to go in the bathroom and undress. When he came out, Glenda put a thick blindfold over his eyes and tied it tightly. We led John up stairs and entered Glenda's bedroom. 

On a chair in the middle of the room sat Justine. She was naked and blindfolded. Her wrists were bound with soft silk scarves to the arms of the wooden chair. I took in her thick mane of auburn hair, her pale, slender neck and her amazing body. She had jutting breasts with beautiful dark nipples. Her legs were long and shapely and her skin was pale and flawless. Between her legs, she was shaven.

Glenda led John across the room and positioned him in front of Justine. Glenda caressed John's penis lightly but he was already fully erect. John was used to having sex every night and morning. Three days abstinence for a youth with his sex drive was an eternity. Glenda held the throbbing tip of his cock close to Justine's face. 

"This is John Justine. His penis is fully erect. That shows he is very pleased to meet you. Can you smell his man hood?"

Justine's face and neck flushed red and her nipples hardened.

"Oh yes I smell your cock John. May I taste it Miss Glenda?"

"No dear, that would be too intimate for a first meeting. When you first meet a boy, get to know him gradually. If your body excites him too much, you may masturbate him. Those are the appropriate rules for a first date."

"Yes Miss Glenda."

"Good girl. Normally on a first date a girl lets a boy get to first base. Would you like John to caress your breasts?"

"Oh yes Miss Glenda!" Justine's cheeks were flushed.

Glenda guided John's hands to Justine's luscious breasts. He caressed them lightly, as we had instructed him. He brushed Justine's stiff nipples with the palms of his hands using a circular motion. Justine sighed with pleasure.

"Miss Glenda can you untie my hand and let me touch myself?"

"No dear, that's a little too forward for a first date. But John is very excited. If I untie one of your hands you may take care of him."

John's rigid cock bobbed between Justine's breasts as he stroked her nipples. A large drip of pre cum slid off the head and Glenda caught it on her finger. She rubbed it on Justine's lips and she licked her lips. Glenda untied Justine's right hand and guided her fingers to John's rigid penis.

Justine caressed him and he groaned deeply.

"OMG! He's huge!" Justine whispered excitedly. 

"It's a bit forward for a first date, but he needs you to stroke it Justine," Glenda said. She turned to John,

"Do you want to cum on Justine's breasts John? You touched them so you know they are spectacular."

"Oh God yes!" John groaned as Justine stroked him hard and fast.

"Yes baby," Justine moaned, "cum on my tits!" 

She rubbed John's dripping head on her stiff nipples as she jacked him off.

John had not cum for days and it only took a few minutes for him to reach climax. He cried out and ejaculated thick jets all over Justine's neck and breasts. She felt his hot spurts and opened her mouth. Some jets landed on her tongue and she swallowed.

Glenda rubbed the thick white cream into Justine's breasts until they shone. The heavy scent of John's ejaculate filled our nostrils.

"Time to say goodnight John," Glenda said, "Justine needs an early night, but you two can see each other again soon."

"Goodnight Justine," John said shyly.

"Goodnight John," Justine smiled, "I had a great time. Hope to see you... well not see you... but hang out again soon."

I led John out of the room and downstairs. Then I let him remove the blindfold. While I waited for him to put on his clothes, I contemplated my emotions. I was aroused and I also felt strong pangs of jealousy, but mostly I was elated that John had experienced sex with a girl his own age. Although what had just happened was not a "normal" first date, I believed in my heart that it was a step in the right direction. 

On the way home, John asked a lot of questions about Justine. I knew he was very excited and happy about what had happened and he told me he couldn't wait to see her again.

"I'm so happy for you John," I said, "I hope you and Justine will be good friends."

"When can I see her again?" John asked.

"We have to ask Aunt Glenda," I said, "I'll talk to her tomorrow and find out."

The next day was Saturday. Glenda called in the morning and told me that Justine also wanted to see John as soon as possible. 

"I think it's best that we wait at least a night or two," Glenda said, "Justine needs to learn to postpone gratification."

Glenda told me that Justine had begged her to let her masturbate after the encounter with John and eventually Glenda had given in. 

"Then I put her back in handcuffs," Glenda said. "She needs to wait until she sees John again. I put her to bed without a shower so she was breathing the scent of his cum all night."

"Do you want John to be abstinent too?" I asked. 

"Have you and he..." Glenda asked.

"No," I said, "I really wanted to when we got home last night, but we're trying to redirect his feelings to Justine, so I controlled myself and used my dildo."

"Good," Glenda said. "Keep John from masturbating if you can. Tell him that if he abstains he can see Justine again tomorrow night."

That day I went shopping and tried to stay away from John and busy myself with other things. The fact that I was restricted from having sex with John made me want him more than ever. I didn't know if I could control myself if we were together.

That night after dinner I retired to my room. I tried to keep my mind off sex, but I found myself stripping naked and looking at myself in the three-way mirror. Did John still find me attractive? I caressed my nipples and looked at my jutting tits in the mirror. Did he still want these? I put on thigh highs and heels. Then I found a tiny thong. My shaved lips bulged through the black net. Would he want me like this? I slipped on a sheer black peignoir that barely hid anything but draped seductively over my breasts. I took a few steps in front of the full-length mirror, watching how the peignoir revealed my thighs and flashed my breasts as I walked. I went on stroking my nipples and teasing my clit as I posed in front of the mirror, imagining that John was watching me on a hidden camera and masturbating furiously.

Later that night, I walked down the hall to John's bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Come in mom," John said.

He was lying on the bed in his boxers.

"I just came to say goodnight," I said, slowly approaching as my peignoir drifted over my thighs. 

John watched in silence and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the big bulge in his shorts. I stood over the bed with my scented peach close to his face.

"Mom can we..." John began, but I interrupted him.

"Glenda wants you to stay abstinent for Justine," I said. "Believe me; I want it as much as you. Can you see how wet I am?"

I opened the peignoir and displayed my swollen camel toe, caressing it lightly as I spoke. Then I held my scented fingers under his nose. Some demon in me wanted to tease him to the edge of his self-control.

"Smell how excited I am!" I said. "It's a shame you can't take advantage of me. The state I'm in I'd let you do anything to me, but we need to control ourselves."

John pushed his boxers down and exposed himself. His cock was standing straight up in the air.

"Look," he said, "I'm so hard for you mom, I'd come if you breathed on me."

I stared at his huge tool. 

"Oh boy," I said, "I'd come as soon as you put that big thing in me. One thrust and I'd soak the bed."

I slid my panties down my thighs and showed him my swollen, wet lips, caressing my clit lightly as he watched.

"I was imagining you watching me John. Do you mind if I masturbate while you watch?"

"I love to watch you touch yourself, especially standing up in heels. The way your thighs tense up as you get close to the edge is really hot. Can I jerk off?"

"Touch it lightly," I said, "but don't cum."

"Oh my," I said as he began to stroke himself, "that big cock looks so good. If only you could put it in me, but you have to save it for Justine."

"Oh mom, I want to fuck you right now! I don't care about Justine!"

As he said those words, huge waves of pleasure ran through my clit. I came intensely, moaning as I shoved my dripping peach over John's face.

"Oh my," I said, "that was hot. I know you need it and I'd love to give it to you, John, but please be patient. Can you stop yourself from masturbating tonight? Should I tie your wrists to the bed head?"

"I think you need to mom," John said, "I won't be able to stop myself."

I found some soft scarves in my room and gently but firmly tied his wrists to the wrought iron bed-head. The sight of John bound and helpless with a big bulge in his jockeys made me feel wicked again.

I leaned over, letting my peignoir fall open and my nipples brush his face.

"Would you like me to stay for a while?" I asked. "I could tell you a bed time story."

I ran my hand down his belly, making him shiver and stopping just short of the dripping head of his penis that was now jutting out of his boxers. A big drip formed on the head of his cock and I stroked it in a circular motion with my finger. Then I scooped the sticky jizz and sucked it off my finger tip.

"Mmm" I breathed in his ear, "you taste so good. I'd love to suck you right now but Justine is going to enjoy it more tomorrow if I don't. She's a lucky girl."

I stood up and smoothed the peignoir over my thighs and breasts. Then I drew it open and exposed my dripping peach. I teased my clit for a while and then slid my finger inside and drew it out all coated in juice. I rubbed my wetness on his mouth and upper lip.

"Goodnight! Sleep tight!"

I turned and crossed the room, lifting the peignoir and giving him a nice view of my ass before I slipped out the door, closing it behind me.

The next night when we arrived at Glenda's, John stripped off in the front hall.

"You're ready to go I see," Glenda chided as she touched his throbbing erection. She blindfolded him and we led him upstairs. This time, Justine was seated on Glenda's bed. She was bare breasted and wearing only stockings and panties.

Justine had not been allowed to masturbate for two days. Glenda whispered in my ear that she was so aroused she would probably cum as soon as John touched her.

"John's here Justine, and he is very pleased to see you. His penis is hard and he may need you to relieve him, but first, sit beside Justine and put your arm around her John."

She guided John to the bed and he sat beside Justine. 

"On the second date, it's normal to let a boy go to second base Justine. John, you may kiss Justine and fondle her breasts."

Justine's breasts were swollen and her nipples were puffy. She sighed with pleasure as John caressed her nipples. 

"Would you like John to kiss your breasts? That would be permissible on a second date."

"Yes please," Justine said softly.

John bowed his head and licked and kissed Justine's breasts. She moaned as he sucked her stiff nipples.

"That may be enough John," Glenda warned, "we don't want her to arrive early. Now slide your hand up her stocking, nice and slowly. If you were at a movie or in a car you would put your hand under her skirt and work your way up to second base."

John moved his hand up Justine's thigh. At the top of her nylons he felt the bare flesh and she opened her thighs to give him access.

"Good work John! Tease her on the outside of her panties."

John stroked Justine's swollen camel toe through her thin, damp panties. He sniffed her scent on his fingers and continued to caress her through the nylon. Justine's hand slid over his thigh and she gripped his cock, making him gasp with pleasure.

"She's ready for you to explore her John," Glenda said.

John slid his hand under the elastic of Justine's panties and worked his fingers gently down to her clit.

"Oh yes," Justine moaned, "Finger me please!"

John peeled her damp panties down with both hands, exposing her swollen pussy. He slid his thick middle finger inside Justine's tight slit.

"Finger me hard!" she begged.

John fingered her with long powerful strokes as Justine spread her thighs wide. She let go his cock to concentrate on her own climax. We all focused on the squelchy sound of her syrupy slit as John fingered her. The palm of his hand patted and stimulated her clit with each stroke as we had instructed him.

As she opened herself more and more Justine began a long slow cry that built into a wild scream of pleasure/ She came hard on John's pumping hand and fell back exhausted on the bed.

"Oh my God!" she sighed, "that was the best finger fuck ever!"

"May I suck him now?" she asked Glenda, "He gave me an incredible orgasm and a girl should show her gratitude."

"That's true," said Glenda. "I'm glad you understand the proper etiquette. You may jump to the next step if John is willing. John, may Justine suck your penis?"

"Oh yes please," he said happily.

Justine knelt on the floor and licked his shaft from the base to the top. Then she coated his cock in her saliva. She masturbated him expertly with her right hand while sucking on his head. When John began to shoot thick jets of cum, she swallowed all she could. The excess dripped down her chin. Glenda rubbed the thick semen into her neck and chest.

"So good for you Justine," Glenda whispered, massaging John's thick goo into the girl's pale skin.

"I love your smell John," Justine purred. "When can I see him again Miss Glenda?"

"Oh soon enough dear," Glenda replied. "Perhaps next time you can go all the way if you're both good."

She slipped off Justine's soaking panties. "Meanwhile let John have these as a keepsake. John, please leave Justine your tee shirt."

"Yes," Justine said, "I'll sleep in it every night. Enjoy my panties you hot stud."

Glenda instructed me to let John sleep with Justine's panties on his pillow so he could breathe her scent all night. She also wanted me to masturbate him into a jar and save the jizz for Glenda to rub on Justine. The idea was that Glenda would massage John's love juice into Justine's neck and shoulders each night. Then Glenda would tie her to the bedpost and masturbate her to orgasm, so Justine climaxed while smelling John. She would also breathe his scent as she slept.

The first night I tried this new regime I brought John into my room and blindfolded him. I tied his wrists to the bed post and placed Justine's panties on the pillow by his face. Now I was supposed to masturbate him, but I had another plan.

I stripped off John's underwear and licked my lips as his stiff cock jutted out. He was completely helpless on the bed with a huge hard on and I wanted him inside me. I undressed and knelt over him, rubbing his head between my swollen aching lips. 

"Imagine I'm Justine," I said, "she has you tied to the bed and she wants you to fuck her."

I slid his head inside me and pressed down, moaning as John's thick shaft opened me. It had been a week of abstinence while watching John please a beautiful younger woman. Now he was inside me, where he belonged. His huge cock filled my juicy peach.

I leaned over and let him smell and lick my tits. John thrust into me harder and harder, his hips bucking under me as I rode his pole.

"Smell her cunt and fuck this pussy John. Make it yours. Fuck your mother John!"

He moaned and thrust into me harder and harder as I held him down on the bed.

I was building to a huge orgasm and I wanted to feel him release in me. John slammed up into me again and again letting out the deep groans he makes building up to orgasm. I flooded his cock as he climaxed in me. He was inside his mother, his cock throbbing with pleasure, filling my tight passage with his cream. How could I give him up to a younger prettier woman?

The next day Glenda called me.

"I am so frustrated," she said. "I need to be fucked and I bet you feel the same way."

"Yes," I said, trying to conceal the satisfaction in my voice from a long night of fucking my son.

"I think I have a solution for us," Glenda said. "I called Justine's brothers this morning. Those two poor boys have been on my mind lately. They must be missing their sister so much and all the pleasure she gave them of course. I know they need some comfort. So I booked a hotel room for tonight and we're meeting them there. Are you up for that? If not, I can try to take care of both of them myself."




The Voluptuous Librarian & Her Son Ch. 03



"Oh no you don't," I said, "I'm definitely coming."

"Good," Glenda said, "Wear something they'll want to tear off you and I'll do the same."