I Fell for a Librarian B. 03

Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family.

I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.

I fell for a Librarian.

Book 3

I see Mary point at her watch and mouth Lunch. I clocked out. We walked to our particular break room, checking if we were noticed, and slipped inside.

Mary asked. "If we could eat nude like the painting, it would help me get used to being intimate, and your body is so sexy, and your flat abs are to die for."

I say. "You're easy on the eyes, but I will be hard all lunch, thank you."

We took our things off and ate our lunch on the floor, or instead, you were sharing a tuna salad with pasta and half an apple each, but we were just like that nude painting by Eduardo Manet, Luncheon on the Grass.

It was on the wall over the couch, as were two pedestal ashtrays, and I swear there was a spittoon in the men's restroom. What a weird time it must have been back then. You brought an egg timer with you; we got an hour and spent less than twenty minutes eating, and it went by. We talked about what I read; you listed twenty books I've heard about and some I've read a bit of it for school. I make it a point to read them all.

I asked. "Mary, if she would like to come with my hard cock sliding between your pussy lips, you can get used to being touched intimate and how hot it feels to rub our pretty parts together."

You moan, and you spread your outer lips over my cock as I lay down flat on my back. Then, you sit on my hard cock. You're not hot or wet, but you shook when my cock head hit your clit for the first touch. After that, we wanted more.

Your grasped and flooded me with your wetness; your heat was becoming a thing; crap, I should be able to hold off coming, but I have to hold you still. "Be Still, please, Mary I; I'm so close to coming, and I know you're not there yet; kiss me be still. I hold you steady, dear, till you catch up."

My finger flips circles around your clit; your hips want to move, you say. "I don't care if you think you, oh shit, you're coming too soon. Oh shit, you feel good; how do you feel this good?" You moaned to me.

I don't care that you slide us at the speed of lust moving your hips faster and faster; sweat pops out of us, and our needs become an edge. I popped off my come as you slid more quickly on me, but I shot my cum across my tummy and chest onto my chin as you screamed out your come; you used your hand over your mouth to keep the sound down as we trembled as you came and you kiss my cum off my face.

I kiss you back and taste my cum in your cold mouth. I wouldn't say I like other guys' tastes, long story, but mine is livable. Then, finally, the timer bell goes off. We have fifteen minutes to clean up now and get dressed; we wash up under the same hot shower that was fun but not nearly long enough.

"You are good at making me happy, baby, but could we even be a couple, or will I have to share you with all the hot girls at school? It's not a deal breaker; I don't think." Mary asked me.

"I'm not sure I want another girl who thinks she hot ten hot girls is enough for two lifetimes, but if you want only to hear the truth between us, as weird as this sounds, I would rather make my Mom's world as happy as you make mine now and I know what they call it, I'm sorry I don't care. She's in pain; the jerk at work makes passes at her all the time and cuts her hours, making her wait an hour for a damn bus by holding her over, cleaning up some mess because she would not blow him. I watched him tell her something nasty, but she would not let me hit him." I said, a mix of love and hatred in my voice.

Mary says. "Let's get back; I got a friend who might be able to help your Mom. I call her for your Mom; she tells me to turn left at history." As you turn the other way.

You come to me at the front desk a little later and tell me at the end of the day when others can hear as they pack up for the day. "Mr. Bogart, I hear you did well today. You only got lost once, and everyone has reported to me their happy to have you here; your willingness to do any job without bitching was cool, Dan. Keep it up. The ladies all have told me it makes them feel safer you're here; calming that Guy down as he got mad in the stacks was good to work. What did you tell him? Breath or bleed, was it?" Mary asked me.

I said. "To pick one, breath or bleed, I vote on breathing myself, Sir, and taking a second to gather your thoughts and tell the librarian what's wrong; I see you breathing, sir; good for you; I just stayed with her till the problem was fixed." It's what I told him, Ma'am. So we were checking in the last of the day's books, and we were alone a few later.

"I agree. I, too, feel safer with you here. Would you let me loan you a few bucks so you can take your Mom to dinner? She needs a break, a dinner date, and a night out. You're perfect for the job, but I want to hear all the juice details later. I'm unsure how jealous I should be of you and your Mom yet." You said as you winked at me.

"Thank you. I love to. I told my Mom most of the details of my dates, keeping it vague about us. I am unsure if telling my Mom is correct, but I see how it goes with us. My Mom and I are not like ordinary people. We lived all these years in places that were way too small Mom's compact car was the worst. Way too scary that was a long month. I slept in school rather than the car; we had been broken into ten times in six years twice when we were there. It's a mad life, odd nights, and weird sleeping arrangements, like when this chick came over and set me up to rip me off.

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We had to spend the last year sleeping in the same bed after a girlfriend tied me to the pullout couch bed to steal my book reports and homework the bitch took photos of me tied up.

I peed on the couch. I had no choice about it as Mom had to work a double shift, and the nearly two-hour bus ride home meant I peed more than a few times. I could not answer my phone to get Mom, so I stayed tied up for twenty hours on the pullout couch bed was a goner after that; the smell of pee never came out.

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We saved for almost a year for a new one from Goodwill. I have been using it for a month now. My poor Mom has not been on a date since she met my Dad." So I told Mary as we walked out to the parking lot, tempted to hold hands, but we did touch.

I sped to the diner, stopping to get Mom's things to wear, keeping it primarily legal speed wise, sitting and waiting for Mom at the seat next to the cash register. Now the folks who work there feed me if I sit there; it's got AC but no wifi, hot free coffee, and food, an excellent place to study, and not as likely to get killed by the gangs at home. So Mom tells me as you bring me a shake. "Shit says her shift is over at ten pm."

I say. "That's Great, Mom; we can go for your favorite pineapple on a slice of pizza and a draft beer; my boss loaned me money. Then, I can take my best girl out for a big night on the town."

Mom's eyes lit up, and she patted my arm, and I pulled out a brown bag. It's got my Moms jeans, a sexy blouse, and her flats not as sexy, but she tells me they're like walking on a cloud, a bottle of your only perfume, and toothpaste with a brush. You look in the bag your face lights up. "Baby, my, you thought of everything. It looks like a date, then!"

I heard someone grasp. I turn to the door; a mean-looking guy about my size or bigger has a big shiny revolver. The gunman stopped short when I turned to face the gunman on my stool.

You're out of my reach. I'm way over my head here. I wouldn't have time to reach you if asking you if your gun was cocked thing worked twice. You don't look strung out, and your prison tats mean I'm out of my league here, but I can do this much, at least for my Mom.

I am not sure if my thinking fast was a winner, but I stood in the line of fire hey never said it was a good idea; hell, it stinks, but it's my Mom. "I can't stop you, not even going to try, but I can take a bullet for my Mom," I said, shaking; what a weird thought. Did my voice crack because I was shaking, or did my shaking cause my voice to crack?

I hear my Mom's voice behind me it to broke. "This is all the cash we have. Please don't hurt my baby; he's all I have in this world." Handing it to me by tapping my shoulder, I hand the cash over, keeping my Mom behind me. The Guy yells at my Mom to move to the left. I follow, blocking his shot line. "I'm saying, My Mom, Sir, you do this for yours, right?"

He slammed his gun into my temple and ordered me to my knees; as I dropped to the floor, he ordered everyone to the floor. I closed my eyes, shaking in fear, and the noise of blood rushing in my head was the only sign I was still here breathing. Seconds later, or minutes I am not sure, Mom was in my arms as we sat at a booth; as Mom cried, you looked up into my face and smiled at me, then you cried again. We shook. I held an ice pack to my head as EMS folks cleared me. I got hit, but not hard; I got a couple of aspirins, and I am good to go.

We talked to the police; the ten pm thing turned to turn into almost midnight, Mom says. "Take us home, baby. I lost my need for food; I need to be held and hold my Dan you were willing to to... Let's go home, please, Baby."

I started my Honda, and we motored home; the gangs were elsewhere tonight, at least, as we did the nightly thing parking my two-wheeler in the living/dining/bed/room/den/and study. We shared the only beer there. Mom put her finger on my lips as I started to say I could run to the local store, and you shook your head no; you never send me out after dark Never.

I asked. "Rub your feet, Mom I love how you moan?"

"Yes, like your lover, you told me, Dan, you are so loving to me; you take better care of me than I ever did of you, but I am willing to share you, and I was so jealous when you told me you started seeing someone I was green with envy, weird huh?" My Mom said another tremor passed through her.

"Mom, sharing might be the way to go; my lady said she would share me. But, Mom, you'll going to come so hard; when you do, know it's my love for you."

Bobbie, my hot Mom, moaned. "Not right, but I want you, baby; we're sick. I feel nothing wrong, but we should; life should have made you hard as ice, but you're not your so loving baby."

To Mom's bed, we go. I take your work things off you. I take your bra off one-handed, and I moan. "Mom, there, perfect. Your nipple popped hard as I watched your areola wrinkle to your arousal. Mom, did you feel my hot lips on your nipples in your mind?" As you moaned, my lips sucked you into my hot mouth for real, biting and teasing your other nipple. I groaned too.

My hands take your jeans off then the pantyhose off you and then your panties; I work them off you. I rub your neck and shoulders with baby oil as we moan, working out your kinks and pains; the work you do all day wears into you. You moaned with need, mine with the joy of feeling your body get younger and sexy as you got hot and wetter and smelled aroused.

I work all your kinks out, my hands work from your head to your feet, but now I see your outer lips are wet and open your moaning, there is dew dripping out of your hot pussy. I take pity on you, and my fingers rub in, and out of your hot wet pussy you rotate your hips, getting my fingers where you want them. You have built up your edge already. Your come is getting here quick. Mom shudders. "So good how where you ohhhhh shit my baby fuck I'm so close so fast, Guess this is why you got tied up in bed, shit my ass your nasty man but don't stop please don't stop."

I kiss your ass my tongue eats your rosebud; you have a faint clean body smell, almost fresh; your hips rose off the bed as you rubbed your clit and trembled and screamed into the pillow as you came hard your first time you shuddered like it has been a very long time for you.

I say. "Mom, you don't have periods anymore; you can't get pregnant?

You say. "No, why you want back in, you nasty boy? I can't or don't want to tell you no. But hurry, please, baby; you made me so damn wet."

I slipped my cock into my Moms hot wet pussy in one long slow stroke; you twisted and moaned as my hard hot cock split your pussy lips apart. You feel every inch of my long cock as I feel every inch of you sliding in that first time I got as far as a man can go. "God, it feels like I want to pee bad it feels so good." I moaned.

You must have liked me in you as you slapped the bed with your hand over and over as the word fuck became your chant."Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

You started thrashing against the bed and me, and then you called me all kinds of names from sweet to nasty, almost in the same breath, as you came what seemed nonstop.

I pulled you up on your knees, getting into a nice rhythm as your breast get squeezed and pulled a little roughly. Your moans get a higher pitch as your nipples are abused. Finally, I hear, "Harder is OK, baby god you, you're filling me up, you so hard inside me, and you're so soft with your wauys ways; keep this up! I am coming again! Shit!"

I pick you up with my cock and lift you off the bed as we start pounding each other hard. Wet slaps start as does a keening sound stared deep inside my Mom; your thrust back at me is harder than I am pounding into you. I flip us over. I let Bobbie take the reins, and you did a wonderful Cowgirl and the nasty cowboy; you rode me as you liked it; you came enough.

Your first four comes were loud and wet; we pounded each other in the bed. The sheets popped off the bed, but we moved faster. My first come hung on. I get close, and having come first with Mary, it is going to take a while; getting almost there, and Mom would still hold me tight on my cock till my edge got less.

Changing the stroke, but god, Mom, you kept me on edge when I screamed and bit your shoulder just like I marked my Mary. We came the first time together, I did not stop. I just used my cum as a lube to go faster, as you told me. "Get behind me, baby; give your Mom your hard cock, your Dad. Nope, you did not get this from your Dad. I, oh baby, make me, me, me!" You squeezed us, we started singing, and we kept at it till I had my second coming, and we lost track of my Moms.

We gasp for air together; my cock keeps throbbing inside you; when it does, you moan; it was like this for I am not sure how long. You are on the bottom now, your legs locked around me. You're curled up under me as I'm in deep as a man can go inside you, your shaking nonstop.

I'm rubbing against your cervix as your breast in my hand is squeezed in my distorted passion, but you keep shaking; your cold mouth is kissing me.

You finely say. "I'll let you go, Baby when I stop coming." So I throb again, and you moan and tremble, and you move your hips, and you scream another come and go limp.

That was it, you sighed, and I moved my weight off you as my hands stroked you softly as my cock slipped out of you; as my lips nuzzled your neck, kissing your sweet sweat, you moaned. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay so empty never thought I missed my son's cock."

"I will not stop coming if you keep doing that. Can you keep doing that, please I never felt so full of cum, baby. If you're doing this to show me how much you love me, it's working, but please be still one more; come might kill me. I know what will stop you from moving." You said; a nasty smile came over on my hot Moms face.

You pick up my semi-hard wet cock with just your mouth as you suck me inside your cold mouth; my young cock likes what you're doing; your cleaning up both our juices off my growing cock.

I have to ask, being a pervert, you know. "Mom, you like pussy juice; your gobbling it up off my cock as you do; I think my lady might like that; should I ask or wait till she asks first?"

I slip two fingers in you, and I taste your juice; you're tarter than Mary, but my god, my cock got harder; you moaned and took me out of your mouth and say. "My god, your cock got rock hard when you tasted me, but yes, let her bring it up first!"

I kissed you on the mouth and dipped my fingers back in a mess in your pussy. I say I stop kissing you and hold your face in my hands. "Yes, you make me rock hard, Mom; watch my cock Mom watch it."

As I wipe your juices on my hard cock and I rub inside you again and again, you moan as I wipe more of us on my cock.

I said between moans. "You're dying to eat me, Mom; go; I won't tease you, my love." You gobble me as you loved the wet slobber noises and the drool dripping from my Moms hot mouth. Your red in the face with effort." It was enough to make me want to come. Your need was written in your look as you tried with each suck to get me all in you; your two-thirds have me in your hot mouth.

Your noises or whimpers sounded like. "God, I love my hot son's big hot fucking cock god, I am going to come; I am getting so close." My hot Mom said, her mouth full of my hot cock; it felt so loving, so good.

My fingers slipped back inside you; my two fingers curled up and found that spongy G-spot; my fingers pressed into you as your hot mouth got colder. Finally, you screamed at my hard cock, forcing me to take my hand and grip the back of your neck from fear; you pulled away.

I hear. "Fuck me, baby; I like to be taken; It's been a dream, fuck my mouth as you would, my pussy. I'm not a damn porcelain doll. Now fuck us, baby."

I did; you gagged, I told you. "If I'm too much, double tap my hand for me to stop or say stop. OK, my Love, I don't want to hurt you in any way." You nodded as you wanted my cum, and your skill was going to get me there soon.

I cured my toes as I fucked your face hard and screamed into moms pillow; it helped some; it did for the sound it did not slow the coming thing down. I blew a fair size load into my hot Moms mouth as you climbed up on me and you kissed my hot cum; we swapped it back and forth. We woke to the alarm clock hours later; the light was coming in the window, almost a night of sleep naked in my newest lover's arms, wicked that it happened to be my hot Mom.

Bobbie looks at me and says. "Say, son, that was one hell of a fuck you shared with us last night. I had no clue there were that many orgasms in the world or that you taste as good as you do. Damn, son, your hard again? After last night? The word is thank you, baby, but save that for your other girlfriend. I am your woman now, right you even marked me?"

As you show off your hot hickey. "But got to get moving if you want food, son; damn, your dick looks bigger in the light. No wonder my poor pussy is sore; it might be a while; it's been a long time since; well, I never had cum drip out of me almost eight hours later, and I better use a pad. Still, you are a great lover. You made me feel loved and adored; thank you, baby, Now Move your ass Dan Allen Bogart, or you be late for fucking school!" I never thought I heard Mom use a few cuss words, but we crossed a line, so it doesn't matter anymore.

Mom fixed breakfast and lunch with the last of the Spam, and last four eggs, and four slices of wonder bread. Mom yells out. "A cup each, no sugar, last of the Spam and eggs, and nothing left from the food bank, so no bread. I'm sorry, baby; our luck has been running these last years badly; you deserve so much more."

"Mom, we have an OK life, and we can make it better I get my first check; it's a week Friday. OK, I got a hundred cash to take you out on; we can use it for food. Crap and coffee, I have seen you go without coffee; your not putting me through that again." I say, hugging and a hot boy-girl kiss; it made you do your lipstick again.

I dropped Mom off early and was early at school for a change. So I sat, grabbing the last of the fall sun next few days were due to be colder. So I reread the class notes and started rereading the textbook, wasting time and waiting for the first bell to ring.