Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

"Come, Jerry!" she hissed hotly. "Ohhh, baby, is so fucking thirsty for that come-juice! Give it to me, darling! Spurt it to Mother's cunt! Mother's cunt. Ohhh, God… I'm coming! Hold my ass! I'm coming!"

Jerry rammed his cock deeply, his mother's cunt gripping hg in those powerful waves of orgasm. He grunted loudly against her tits, his hands digging into her panties ass almost painfully.

With a grunt, he sent spurt after spurt of hot come-juice into his mother's greedy cunt. The spurting increased the rippling orgasm, and Marcy was shaking badly as they came. Slowly, her foot slipped off his shoulder and she leaned against the wall, gasping heavily, her legs trembling and threatening to collapse. Jerry hung his head on her shoulder, his cock dangling from his pants. Marcy felt his come-juice seeping from her cunt, running slowly along her thighs.

"Ohhh, that was wonderful!" she breathed, slipping her hand under her skirt and adjusting the crotch of her panties over her cunt so she wouldn't seep down to her knees. "Now I'll be able to sleep!"

Holding hands, they returned to the room. Marcy felt just a little bit guilty, but it didn't bother her at all.

Susan was under the sheets when they entered, still awake, fresh from her shower.

"You two must have drunk that machine dry," she said as Marcy and Jerry came in.

A slight flush crept over Marcy's cheeks as she hurried to the bathroom. It was only once she was there that she realized her suitcase was still in the room. She had forgotten to bring a nightgown. Sitting on the toilet, wondering how she could possibly spend the night next to Susan naked, or even with panties on, she found embarrassment returning to her.

"Mother, I gotta change into my pajamas," she heard her son call. "You gonna be much longer in there?"

Marcy took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked out. As soon as she was out of the bathroom, Jerry slipped in, closing the door.

"You're not getting ready for bed?" Susan asked.

"I forgot to bring a nightgown," Marcy said, her face pink.

"So what?" Susan laughed softly. "There's no one here but us girls."

"And Jerry," Marcy reminded Susan.

"Then undress fast and climb in before he comes out," Susan suggested.

"But… in my panties?"

"That's all I have on," Susan said, folding down the sheet on the side of the bed for Marcy. Her pink, pointed tits stood up nakedly. Susan was not at all embarrassed to expose her tits. Marcy glanced at them, then turned away quickly. With her back to Susan, she stripped her blouse and skirt off swiftly, then squealed and dove for the bed as the bathroom door opened. She jerked the sheet to her chin and peered at her son as he came out and climbed into his own bed.

"Turn out the light, baby," Susan said.

Marcy felt the creamy heat of Susan's naked thigh against her own, and she drew away. They both watched as Jerry got back out of his bed and walked to the door.

"Oh, my God!" Marcy gasped.

Susan giggled softly.

The fly of Jerry's pajama bottoms gaped, and his cock showed clearly. He didn't seem aware of it as he crossed the room again and climbed back into his bed. The room was dark. Shadows were clearly defined. Marcy could look across the few feet to her son's bed and see him. She lay as still as she could, as far from Susan's body as possible.

Jerry tossed and turned, restlessly. Marcy lay on her right side, one leg straight with the other drawn upward, her back to Susan. She realized she could reach her son's bed. Jerry faced her, his hand under his check. They lay for a long time, the only sound in the room was breathing, Marcy felt apprehension, but she didn't know why. She was nervous, and wanted to squirm and twist, but was afraid to disturb Susan. It sounded like Susan was asleep – her breathing was deep and even.

Unable to keep from it, Marcy stretched her arm toward her son's bed, and his hand grabbed hers gently, shoving it toward his cock. Marcy slipped her hand under the sheet and pulled his cock and balls from the fly of his pajamas, holding them in her palm. She gently played with theme hoping it would soothe her son so he could go to sleep. She didn't know how long she lay there holding his cock and balls, but it seemed a long time. Jerry was sleeping now, but she was reluctant to turn him loose. Holding his cock or balls as they fell asleep was nice, something she had been doing since the last weekend. It gave her as much comfort as it did him.

She felt Susan shift in her sleep, and a warm thigh rested on top of hers. Marcy wanted to push it off, but was afraid Susan would wake up. She lay there trembling slightly, not knowing what to do. Then Susan shifted again, curling up against Marcy's back, spoon fashion, one arm over her waist. Very carefully, Marcy pulled her hand from her son's cock and balls, acutely aware of the heat coming from Susan's body. She could feel Susan's tits pressing against her bare back, her warm, golden thigh on top of hers, and the way Susan's crotch seemed to push against her pantied ass. Her hand flittered back, and she felt naked skin. Her breath caught in her throat. Susan was not wearing panties as she had said. She was naked, pushed up close to Marcy.

Susan moaned in sleep, and her hand lifted up. Marcy didn't dare breathe when she felt the soft hand curl about one of her naked tits. It felt strange to have a girl holding her tit.

In a few moments, Marcy realized that Susan was fondling her tit, caressing and squeezing ever so gently. She held as still as she could, but there was nothing she could about the sudden hardening of her nipple. She felt Susan's fingers toy with her nipple, puffing it lightly. Then the hand slipped very slowly and carefully down. Marcy was almost in panic by the time Susan's hand was on her panties, then along her thigh, and back up again. Hoping it would make Susan stop, Marcy sighed as if sound asleep and rolled onto her back, and that had been a mistake.

Susan's hand was on the front of her panties now, resting on the bulge of cunt-hair. Marcy didn't believe her cunt was responding, but ft was. Her cunt-lips became swollen and her clitoris started to throb. She was hardly breathing while Susan's soft fingers moved very lightly along the slit of her cunt outside the panties. Her fingers moved very slowly, feeling up Marcy. Marcy was afraid to shift positions again. She knew now that Susan was awake, and was feeling her up deliberately. She tried to keep from trembling when Susan's hand moved to the waist of her panties, very carefully sliding inside them. Her fingers moved through her soft cunt-hair, then were touching Marcy's inflamed clit. She couldn't believe that Susan was feeling her up, rubbing in feathery touches on her clit. Her fingers slipped lower, and dragged along the wet slit of Marcy's cunt.

Now Susan was sliding down in bed, under the sheet. Marcy felt her hot, wet lips kiss at her hip. She tried hard to breathe normally as she felt Susan's fingers carefully puffing away the crotch of her panties.

She felt Susan's hot breath before she felt her lips press very lightly upon her cunt. Susan was being very careful, and Marcy was struggling to pretend sleep. But Susan was eager, and her hands held the crotch of Marcy's panties to one side, and her tongue was now licking at Marcy's clit. Marcy's hips trembled as she felt Susan's hands holding them. The pressure of Susan's lips became stronger, and now Marcy felt Susan's wicked tongue swirling slowly on her clit.

Marcy couldn't stop herself.

She pressed her cunt into Susan's mouth.

For a moment, Susan stopped licking.

Marcy hips writhed.

"Mmmmm!" Marcy moaned softly, spreading her legs.

"Oh, Marcy!" Susan whispered from beneath the sheet, and sucked hard on Marcy's distended clit. She shoved the sheet from her head, and Marcy looked down at her blonde hair, seeing Susan's face pressing between her thighs.