Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

Jerry gasped.

Boiling come-juice gushed from his prick, splashing into Marcy's face.

She sucked in her breath, jerking back in surprise.

"Ohhh, baby!" she moaned. "So fast, darling!"

"I can't help it, Mother!"

"I know!" Marcy whimpered, and began to jack her son's cock fast, making the spewing come-juice squirt rapidly. She moved her face closer and let her son spray into it. The wet heat of his come-juice splattering her face sent tremors of excitement through her. When he started coming, Jerry pushed his fingers deep into his mother's cunt, and Marcy almost came again.

Come-juice dripped on her face.

She clutched her son's cock tightly, feeling it pulsate. Jerry's hips pumped back and forth as he came, groaning softly. His come-juice splashed on her forehead, the tip of her nose, one cheek. Marcy made soft gasping sounds as she jacked him off, her eyes glazed with passion, watching his piss-hole spurt.

When her face was drenched, he stopped coming. Marcy was disappointed. She wanted her son to come and come and keep coming. Feeling him come into her face was exciting, and she found nothing perverse about that, either. She wasn't even embarrassed, which delighted her.

The head of his cock was slippery with fuck-juices, and she pulled it to her tit, smearing his piss-hole on her rigid nipple. She rubbed her son's cock about the silky flesh of her tit until it gleamed wetly. Then she lifted it upward, shoving the tip of her tongue from her lips. She placed her tongue on the underside of her son's cock, tasting his come-juice. She slowly dragged her tongue up to his piss-hole, wiggling it there, her dark eyes flashing up at his delighted face.

"I came too fast, Mother," he panted. "I didn't mean to do it in your face. I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Marcy purred. "It was fun, baby. I've never had a cock come off in my face before, but you can do it any time you want, I suppose I'm a mess, with your come-juice dripping off my cheeks, but I don't give a… a big fuck!"

Jerry giggled. "I don't if you don't, Mother. I mean, give a big fuck!"

Marcy laughed softly, wrapping her arm about her son's naked hip and clutching his ass, burying her face into his cock and balls, nuzzling there and mewling softly. The feel of a cock and balls in her face wasn't anywhere as bad as she thought it would be. On the contrary, it was good, felt very good to have them in her face.

The telephone was ringing again, and Jerry started to pickup the extension at her bedside.

"Fuck it," Marcy said, stopping him. "Let the fucking thing ring!"

Jerry drew his hand back. "Right! Let the fucking thing ring!"

They began to laugh as Jerry fell over his mother's naked body. Clutching each other, delighted in themselves, they rolled and wrestled playfully about the bed, messing the sheets and not caring. They grabbed at each other, Jerry for his mother's tits, her creamy ass, her bushy cunt. Marcy for her son's ass, his cock and balls. They hugged and kissed like two eager, hot-assed teenager's discovering a cunt and cock for the first time. The telephone soon stopped ringing, and Marcy, on her back, flung her arms and legs wide open, looking up at her son between her thighs.

"I'm yours," she said. "Do what you want with me."

Her eyes twinkled happily.

"Really, Mother?" Jerry asked, grinning down. "I can really do what I wanna do with you?"

"Anything," Marcy whispered.

"But I thought…" Jerry stopped, turning his eyes away.

"What did you think?" she asked, feeling suspicious.

"I heard things, Mother," he said, obviously not wanting to go on.

"Tell me what things, and where you heard them," Marcy insisted.

"Aw, Mother," Jerry said, rolling off her and lying at her side. "I don't wanna get anyone in trouble."

"You've been listening to your father, haven't you?" Marcy said. "He's been saying things about me, hasn't he?"

"I guess so," Jerry replied. "I don't believe the things he says, Mother."

"What has he said?" Marcy insisted. "Tell me, Jerry."

"Just that you weren't a very good wife, that's all."

"It was more than that, honey," Marcy said. "I know your father very well."

"You won't let him know I told you?"

"Of course not," she promised.

"He said you were a cold person," Jerry said. "He said you didn't know how to make a man happy."

"That was all?"

Jerry nodded. "But Susan told him to shut up, Mother. She won't listen to him when he talks bad about you."

Marcy thought back to the other day and what Susan had told her. It was very unusual for a stepmother to stand up for a boy's real mother, she knew. But what Susan had told her, what Susan had almost done to her, in fact did do to her made her come by touching the crotch of her panties, made Marcy realize Susan wasn't the stereotype stepmother after all.

"What does your stepmother think about me?" Marcy asked, knowing she was putting her son on the spot.

"She thinks you're nice, Mother," Jerry said. "She told me you're the nicest woman she's ever known. She really likes you. Are you gonna go to the amusement park with us next weekend, Mother? Please, come with us!"

"Your father wouldn't like me there."

"He won't be with us," Jerry reminded her. "It will be just you and me and Susan."

The idea of spending the weekend with her son and Susan appealed to Marcy. The only thing wrong with it that she could see was the distance they would have to drive. They would have to stay overnight, and being so close to her son without touching him, playing with his cock, getting fucked by him, would be hard on her, but at least she would be with him and not alone.

"I'll have to discuss it with Susan," she said finally.

Jerry hugged her tightly, kissing her tit. "Are you gonna wash your face, Mother?"

"No, I don't think so. Not yet, anyway," Marcy said, running her tongue over her lips. "I like to feel your come-juice on my face."

Her hand moved to his cock, and when she held it, he began to turn hard again.

"Do you always get hard so fast?" she asked, squeezing his cock. "I like that!"

In her mind she was thinking about what his father had told him. She was not that way at all, she said to herself. She was not cold and she had just proved it to her son. She could make a man happy. She had made her son happy. Her determination increased and she wanted Jerry to know his father was telling him lies. There was only one way she knew how to prove it to Jerry.

"Sit on my stomach, baby!" she said, her voice going husky. She pulled at his cock. "Sit on Mother's stomach and let me play with your cock and balls. I bet I can have you coming again real soon!"

"I like to come, Mother!" He giggled, straddling her stomach, his knees in her armpits.

Marcy felt his hot ass on her flesh. His balls touched her ribs and his cock pointed toward her face. She pressed his cock against her skin, and Jerry twisted his ass. She felt the heat of his young ass on her body, and she wrapped one hand around him, urging him to scoot upward toward her face.

"Lift up a minute," she whispered.

Jerry lifted, and Marcy adjusted one of her nipples.

"Sit down on Mother's titty," she mewled. She felt her son's hot asshole on her nipple as he sat, almost flattening her tit. His cock was half hard, and she lowered her chin to her neck. She found she could kiss the head of his cock as he sat on her tit. She kissed it, then ran her tongue out to lick at his little piss-hole. Jerry watched her, his eyes taking on a gleam of delight. Lifting her head, Marcy closed her hot lips around the head of her son's cock, sucking it.

The taste was strange, but she found it exciting. His smooth cock-head between her lips and her tongue sent a shiver through her.