Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

Four hours later, they arrived at the sprawling amusement park.

"Let's get checked into that motel first," Susan suggested. "That way we can spend hours inside the park and not worry about a vacancy later."

Marcy was willing – her panties were uncomfortable by now.

Using credit cards, they checked into a single room, with Susan explaining: "We've got to watch our expenses, you know."

When Marcy opened the door while Susan helped Jerry unload their luggage, she saw two full-sized beds.

"You and I can share one bed," Susan said coming in with her suitcase. "We can let that kid have the other bed."

Marcy noticed Susan take a swat at Jerry's ass when he came in, and Jerry skipped out of reach, giggling with excitement.

The amusement park was crowded.

Jerry, laughing excitedly, wanted to ride everything in sight. When he was rushing about, he was holding his mother's hand, walking between Marcy and Susan.

Within half an hour, Marcy noticed that Susan was holding her son's other hand. She smiled to herself, pleased and happy. She noticed that Susan drew looks from men, but failed to notice that she drew just as many. But then, those white shorts held Susan's compact ass deliciously, and Marcy could see Susan's tits bounce tightly with movement.

Jerry talked them into riding a few of the things with him. Marcy was afraid of some of the rides, but she went on them to make Jerry happy. One ride, something that went up and down and around, frightened her more than any of the others. The swinging ride sent her skirt high, and Jerry was sitting between her and Susan. No matter how hard Marcy tried to keep her skirt down, it was about her waist more than any other place. She was clinging to hand-holds and was afraid to turn loose to push her skirt down. Her panties were exposed, all the way.

But when the ride was over, she was delighted. They laughed and cut up as they came off the ride.

"That sure blew your dress up, Mother," Jerry laughed. "I bet everyone here saw plenty!"

"Jerry!" Marcy gasped, her face turning pink.

"Don't worry about it, Marcy," Susan laughed. "Let's just have a ball!"

Marcy did.

For the first time in her life, she really enjoyed herself. She stopped trying to hold her skirt down on the more thrilling rides, and let it go, knowing her son and Susan and anyone else looking her way could see her long, luscious thighs and panties. She didn't care… it was so much fun.

About ten that evening, they stopped to have sandwiches. Jerry's eyes glittered happily as he chattered to them about everything. He sat between them on benches, food and drinks on the table. Then, he became very quiet. It was a while before Marcy noticed how quiet he became.

"Something wrong with you, darling?" she asked. "You haven't said a word for two minutes!"

He shook his head, but drew her hand under the table and placed it on his cock. Marcy jerked her hand away, glancing past him at Susan, but she had felt his hard-on.

After eating, both Marcy and Susan were ready to go, but Jerry wanted one more ride. He chose a water ride, and neither Marcy nor Susan had the heart to refuse him. Susan climbed into the front, straddling the narrow seat. Jerry sat behind her, and Marcy behind her son. Marcy wrapped her arms about her son's waist, and Jerry swiftly pushed her right hand to his crotch. Marcy started to pull away, but his cock felt so good in her hand. Jerry clung to his stepmother's waist and when the ride started up the long hill, Marcy suddenly did something that surprised her.

She opened her son's pants and pushed her hand in, holding his cock. Jerry twisted his head around and grinned at her, and Marcy quickly kissed his lips, stroking his cock. She could feel, slightly, Susan's ass with the back of her hand. Hoping Susan would know what she was doing, she pulled her son tighter between her thighs. Her skirt was past her thighs but she didn't care. Jerry hugged one of his mother's thighs with his hand, his other arm around his stepmother's waist. As they crested, Marcy pulled her son's cock out of his pants, and began to stroke her fist up and down. Jerry pressed his ass tightly into her crotch.

"Jack me off, Mother?" he whispered as they started the descent.

"Shhhhh!" Marcy warned, and began to pump on her son's exposed cock.

Susan was screaming with delight, her blonde hair flying back around Jerry's face. Marcy pumped fast on her son's cock, the ride twisting violently as it dipped and rose. Jerry was laughing, squeezing his mother's thigh with his hand. The nylon felt good, to him, and he pushed his hand higher, feeling Marcy's garter.

"Good, huh?" Marcy said just loud enough for him to hear.

She squeezed his cock hard, laughing as the ride twisted and turned with violence. She couldn't believe she was sitting on this thing, with Susan in front of him, and here she was jacking her off. There was no danger of being seen, it was dark, and the imitation logs were far enough apart to prevent anyone from seeing where her hand was. Once, when Susan shifted her body, Marcy felt the beautiful young woman's ass push at her fist, and she stopped jacking on Jerry's cock, holding her breath in fear Susan would know what she was doing.

Jerry, very excited, shoved his hand behind his back and between his mother's thighs. Marcy mewled softly as he pushed at her cunt and managed to lift slightly. Jerry shoved his hand against his mother's pantied cunt and held it as they went over the next to last hump. Marcy pumped frantically on her son's cock, hurrying to make him come before the ride ended. His cock throbbed powerfully in her fist, and her other hand cupped his cock-head, not wanting any of his come-juice to splatter on the back of Susan's white shorts.

The log went almost straight down, taking Marcy's breath away. Jerry howled with glee, pressing hard at his mother's cunt. As the ride leveled and prepared for the last climb, Marcy pounded on Jerry's cock in a frenzy. She hissed into his ear, "Come, Jerry!"

The log crested, and as it began to descend with the steepest, most breathtaking rush, Marcy jerked even more frantically on Jerry's cock.

Jerry came halfway down.

The hot spurt of his come-juice filled her palm, dripping wetly. Marcy pumped until he stopped gushing, then both laughed with Susan as water sloshed over the sides and drenched them.

As the ride slowed, Marcy stuffed her son's cock into his pants and trailed her, hand over the side, wishing she could have licked his comejuice from her palm instead. As they climbed from the ride, she noticed the front of her son's pants was damp, but it blended with the water that splashed them. She hugged his hand tightly as they returned to the midway, giggling with him like two naughty teenagers.

Susan grasped Jerry's other hand as they wandered around slowly. Jerry didn't want to leave yet, despite the late hour.

"Another half hour, and then we go to the motel," Marcy insisted. "You're already worn out, honey."

"Not me, Mother!" He grinned and raced toward a dart game booth, "He's beautiful," Susan smiled as they watched him toss darts. "So beautiful it hurts!"

Marcy agreed with Susan. "You're very good to him, Susan. Since he has to have a stepmother, I'm very happy it's you."

Susan impulsively hugged Marcy. "You know, you should have worn something besides that dress today. You were flashing pussy all over the place, you know."

"I was not!" Marcy gasped, reddening.

"Well, panties at least," Susan giggled at Marcy's embarrassment. "I hope Jerr… I mean I hope he didn't think anything about that."

"Why should he?" Marcy asked, glancing at Susan quickly, wondering what Susan knew.

"Boys, you know," Susan smiled. "Boys notice girls, especially if their dress is over their head."