I picked my men like I picked my books.
Some guys were Gothic Romance, some were Action-Adventure, and some studs were trashy paperbacks that I read once and threw away... How I miss those trashy paperbacks.
Working as a librarian my life was good. Boring as fuck but good. The only thing that could make it better is if I had a thick, hard cock ramming my pussy a few times a week--or a few times a day.
Years ago, I was a library temp. A wild and wanton temp, dragging young men to the backroom, spreading my legs on the love-stained sofa... But now I'm a mom, the sofa is gone, and every frikin' room has a frikin' camera. Dammit.
Tonight was the anniversary of my divorce. I felt empty, and so did my pussy. On the way home, I picked up some wine. Maybe when I finished the wine, I could fuck myself with the bottle...again. Not very ladylike, but it does the clit-trick.
I'd just poured a glass when I heard my eighteen-year-old son run in. "Mom, I know you're depressed today, so I'm taking you out to a fancy restaurant."
"Really boy? It's a date!" I ran to my bedroom and wiggled into my favorite red dress. It clung tightly to my curves and made the top of my boobs bulge out like balloons. Then I slipped on my mesh panties and spiked heels.
For the first time in a year, I felt sexy. My hands slid down my sides.
'Damn, I'm so hot I'd fuck myself!
' My hands roamed over my tits, twisting my aroused nipples. The nipple tingle shot straight to my twat.
Fuck, now I'm horny. Time to tickle my taco. Pulling on my nipples, I rubbed my slit at the same time. A torrid heat burned between my thighs. Oh god, I need this... I imagined a hunky guy kissing up my thighs...all the way to the candy store. "Uhh..."
My pussy ached and burned. Pushing my panties aside I plunged a finger into my dripping cunt, and rubbed my clitty with my thumb. Grabbing a long candle, I shoved it into my pussy, pretending it was a thick cock, pounding my g-spot.
Just then I squealed in orgasm. "Ahhh! Yes!"
Thad knocked on the door. "Mom? You ready yet?"
"I'll--I'll be ready in a minute." I whispered, "...after I change my wet panties."
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"Honestly son, this meal is amazing. I love seafood." My lips kissed his cheek. '
Unfortunately, I ate a dozen oysters, and now I was so horny I could fuck a fire hydrant.'
"Glad you liked it, Mom. Are you having a good time?"
"Yes, but the waitress thinks you're my husband instead of my son. She even brought you a beer, and you're not old enough to drink."
The waitress leaned over to take our empty plates. I saw my son staring at her full bosom. "Sir, are you and your wife hungry for some dessert?"
"No thanks. Just the check." The waitress leaned over again. Thad stared at her hanging boobs, licking his lips. I guess I'm not the only one who's horny.
My son pulled out his wallet, and three condoms fell out. Magnum XL Condoms. He blushed as I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. We drove home in awkward silence.
As we drove I wondered,
'Why did Thad bring condoms on a dinner date with his mother? Why THREE condoms... did he plan to bang Mommy three times? And why Magnum XL condoms...Is my son hung like a fire-hose?'
That night in bed, I thought about those condom questions. And strange tingles rippled through my pussy. As usual I fingered myself to sleep.
In the morning we had breakfast. "Mom, I have a surprise for you." I cringe when he reached into his pocket again. But, instead of condoms Thad pulled out two tickets to Maui. "I won these at work. And you need a vacation with a man."
"I'm fine honey. Those are your tickets. You go on the trip... take a girlfriend."
"I ain't got no girlfriend. But you REALLY need a boyfriend. Mom, I know how aroused you are. I hear your groans all the time, and your bedside candle smells like poontang."
"You little bastard. I should slap your face off!" I grabbed the tickets. "But you're right, I need to find a guy. Or the lower part of a guy."
That day, I noticed the men in my library, amazed at how sexually attractive they were. Tall men with big feet, nice bulges and incredibly long fingers... Or maybe I was just horny.
That night we talked about the tickets. "Mom, maybe you could get Aunt Liz to go with you? Or," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "You could invite our neighbor, Trent. He has a thing for you."
"Hell no. Trent's thing is the size of my pinkie. I saw him peeing behind a bush."