Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

“It has. And I intend for it to continue. So what if there's a guy at the end of the stack? He can't see us unless he looks good and hard- or if he gets closer.” “Fred, no!” She tried to turn and see the man he Was referring to. His firm grip on her jugs prevented her from turning. “Let him be. And don't make too much sound or you'll attract his attention for sure. Just keep going. Like this.” He pushed his hands into the bottoms of her tits. This caused her to rise up on her knees and let the end of his cock come perilously close to slipping free of its erotic berth just inside her pussy lips.

Then he pulled down firmly on her boobs, as if he intended to rip those doughy mounds from her chest. She shrieked as her hips dived down and his prick seared all the way up into her cunt. Their bushes ground together for a moment as her hips swung from side to side, then he exerted the pressure on her boobs again to get her to rise up. When only the bulbous head of his cock remained inside her cunt hole, he stopped the pressure. “Please, Fred, the man will see us. Christ, he's sure to hear the awful sound of your cock fucking my twat! That juicy smacking noise is going to echo throughout the whole damned library!” She was close to tears. Fred didn't know if it was the effect of his cock in her pussy, the way he was manhandling her satiny tits, or the fear of being discovered. Or all three of those turn-ons.

“Let me worry about that. Hey, he's leaving. Didn't even look down this way,” he lied. He felt her relax a little around his cock before he said, “Ooops, the guy's back. And he's got a friend with him this time. The two of them are just standing and talking down there.”

“Fred, let's stop now! I don't want to be seen fucking you! For God's sake, you're my own…” He was playing her as a fisherman plays a hooked trout. He gave her a little line, then pulled her in, then let her run free for a little before tightening his hold on her once more. This fear, he knew, could be turned into sheer passion if he did everything just right. There wasn't anyone to be seen in the library. The two of them were alone, but as long as she stayed spread wide over his prick, she wasn't able to turn and see for herself. She would have to rely on his reports. And he intended to make them drive her wild with passion before they were through fucking.

“No. I love the feel of your soft pussy all around my cock. And I'm not simply lying here on the floor for nothing. It's drafty. And there's only one way you can warm me up. Get to it, lady!” He used his grip on her boobs to make her slide back down the long length of his fuck stick. The sound of the cock intruding on the wet interior of her cunt was so lewd it made his cock leap and buck around almost as much as the feel of the satiny cunt walls. The teenager enjoyed this position more than any other. He could watch his cock slowly disappear into the depths of her pussy. The sight was a big turn-on.

The way her cunt lips parted for his huge girth pleased him. He split her apart as well as any man could do. But the slowness of her cunt gobbling up his cock made him more aware of the passions running through his own groin. His balls tumbled and lurched wildly in their hairy little bag dangling under his cock. He felt the lead-heavy stew of his jism begin to boil with desire. Fighting his body's urge to send a white-hot gout of jism arching out into her yearning cunt, he moaned softly and concentrated on keeping his desires in check. The way his balls tightened into a hard little sphere told him that he wouldn't be able to hang on long, but it would be long enough to give them both all the joy they could handle. “Ummm, I love it, too, Fred, but we shouldn't be doing this where anyone can see us.

“Why? Are you ashamed of fucking your own son? Is that it? You're getting hang-ups about incest?” He bore down on the last word, knowing that it would make her even more agitated. That was what he was after.

If he could make his mother so hot to trot that she simply erupted with lust, that would serve his purposes nicely. “No, it's not that. But this is public!” “You keep saying that. Either you're ashamed to be seen with your own son or not. I say shut up and let's really get it on before those guys decide to wander down this aisle!”

He pulled downwards on her boobs, forcing her hips to lower around his cock. His prick vanished into her snatch. The way her pussy fur was matted, it seemed to be an erotic arrow showing exactly the point where his cock was to be stuffed. He felt his prick buck and dance hard inside her tiny twat. The walls of her pussy were hung with small dewdrops of cunt juice that lubricated his cock for the next trip into it. First things first, though. His hands began kneading her tits as if they were merely hunks of dough waiting for the oven. He started rotating her left tit in a clockwise direction while her right tit was pushed in the opposite direction. This made it seem as if her body was coming apart. She didn't feel pain, he wasn't squeezing down hard enough on her boobs for that, but she did feel a definite arousal. The tiny spears of delight that had been shooting into her chest suddenly loomed large and menacing. She couldn't control the ravaging lusts locked up inside her body any longer.

She gasped and let the sensations take her. She quivered and groaned loudly as she came. Forgotten were the two men down the aisle who might wonder what was happening. Forgotten was everything but the way her son was playing with her tits. He was expert at it and making her stay up on top of the pinnacle of her come longer than she'd have thought from a breast-induced come. “More, give me more,” she begged. “I don't give a flying fuck who hears us! I want all of it!”

She wasn't quite coherent but her son knew what she meant. And he arched his back and lifted his hips off the floor to shoot his cock upward into her hungry cunt. She felt the heated rocket of solid manmeat coming into her pussy. She shivered and goose-flesh danced along her arms. And then she exploded into another come. Her entire body was like one giant raw nerve-ending. The lightest of touches was enough to send her sailing off on a come. She could hardly stand the intensity of her feelings. Her throat was covered with broken glass, making every breath a painful experience. Her lungs had long since filled with molten lead. It bubbled and perked up to make her tits feel as if they'd been popped into a furnace. She was completely alive as she'd seldom been before in her life. This was sex, this was fucking, as Nature had meant it to be. What matter it was her very own son's cock lodged so firmly inside her juicy twat? That only added spice to the adventure. As he relaxed and his prick slipped from her slobbering cunt, she decided she had to have more of that tasty prick. It was as alive as she was. She had to feel it touching her every hidden nerve, making her into a complete woman again. She simply relaxed and came plunging down to bury his prick into her cunt.

They both grunted at the force of impact. There was no denying her needs now. She ground her cunt as hard into his groin as possible.

She felt the incredible churning in her own pussy as his cock slowly twisted and stimulated her. Her cunt walls seemed to try to cling to his meaty prick. That made her insides twist and twitch in response.

She felt the skin all over her snatch tighten. When it pulled her clit over to one side, she came again. That tiny little pea-sized organ gave her the most intense sensation possible for a woman to experience. She screwed her eyes shut and simply let the orgasmic winds blow through her body. She knew the cock was pulsing hard in her pussy. She knew the hands were working avidly at her tits. She knew that people might be watching her fuck her own son. She knew all that and more and it fed the flames of lust consuming her. “Move, damn you,” came the distant command. The woman didn't understand who was speaking. Then she felt her son's hands pushing hard against her jugs.