Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

"But about this…"

Suddenly, Susan covered her lovely face with both hands, and burst into sobs. Marcy cried out, and scooted across the couch toward the sobbing woman. She pulled Susan against her body, holding her, feeling the sobs rack her lovely body. She patted and caressed a bare arm, resting her cheek on the top of Susan's shimmering blonde hair. She felt Susan's face resting on her tit, felt the tears soaking through her lightweight sweater. She tried to comfort the crying girl, but Marcy was at a loss of what to say, what to do. She found it strange trying to comfort her ex-husband's wife, yet she didn't know what else to do.

"I'm sorry," Susan sniffed. "I couldn't help it. But, Marcy, I'm so unhappy with him now. It was wonderful at first, but now he wants nothing to do with me. He wants to fuck all those young girls!"

Marcy didn't understand that. Susan was so young herself, looking like the type of girl Brad wanted. None of it made sense, but it wasn't any of her business. The only thing she wanted with her ex-husband was to share their son, Jerry. She wanted Jerry to visit his father as often as possible, but even that was stopping. Jerry was supposed to visit his father every weekend, but Brad was busy so much on the weekends lately. Marcy knew it was because of his interest in high school girls.

"He loved it when I sucked him off!" Susan was sobbing again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Marcy said.

"When we were first married, he wanted me to suck him off all the time. I didn't mind, not at all. I loved to suck his cock. I've always loved to suck cock. But after a while, Brad didn't even want that. At least not from me. I guess he's getting his blow-jobs from cheerleaders and other tight-assed little girls."

Marcy felt her face burn as she listened, running her hand up and down Susan's bare, warm arm. The flutter of her thrill was still there, still exciting in her stomach. To her embarrassment, she found her pussy was wet, her clit knotting. It had been so long since she felt that, she was startled as well as embarrassed. She had never heard a girl talk so bluntly. Yet hearing Susan say those words was doing strange things to her, making her cunt wet and her tits harden.

She wanted to tell Susan to shut up, to stop saying those things, but her voice seemed frozen. She twisted her rounded ass into the cushions of the couch, trying hard not to let Susan become aware of her feelings.

But Susan was still talking.

"His cock would get so hard in my mouth, and when he came, it was a real gush!" she said softly, sniffing now and then. "I didn't mind at all. It tasted so good to me. I didn't know about his girlfriends for a long time. Then, one night when he came home, I was in the mood, and I jerked his pants down as soon as he closed the door, and started sucking his cock. At first I didn't notice anything, then I realized his cock had a different taste on it. When I realized was the same taste after he fucked me, I knew then he had been out there fucking one of those tight-assed little cunts of his."

Marcy shuddered, thinking what a shock it must have been to Susan to taste another girl's cunt on his cock. She, herself, had no idea what it would taste like, but she could understand Susan's shock.

"I can imagine how sick that made you," Marcy whispered at the top of the honey-blonde hair.

"Oh, no!" Susan blubbered. "It didn't make me sick. It made me very mad at first, but then… oh, God, Marcy! I got so excited, knowing I was tasting another girl's cunt on his cock, I almost swallowed his prick completely! I started to come and didn't stop until he shot his big load of fuck-juice down my throat!"

The sound that came out of Marcy was more a squeal than a gasp.

"Something about tasting a pussy on his cock excited me," Susan said, running her hot palm along Marcy's thigh, from her knee to halfway up. Her movement was dragging the hem of Marcy's skirt past her knee, and Marcy stared at her hand, her eyes turning glassy. "I don't know why, but tasting that little cunt's juices on his cock sent me into orbit, Marcy!"

Marcy shivered as Susan's hand came up her thigh. She didn't know what she would do if Susan accidentally touched her cunt. She could feel her panties, very wet now, becoming tighter on her cunt. She felt an urgent desire to pull the crotch away from her pussy, relieve the pressure of it cutting into her oddly swollen clit. Marcy had felt only a few orgasms in her life, and it felt as if she were going to come now.

"That was about four months ago," Susan said softly, sliding her palm up and down Marcy's thigh. "I've thought about it ever since. But the strange thing is, Brad never seems to want me to suck him off anymore. I've got to admit, Marcy, that I hope to taste pussy on his cock again!"

Marcy trembled. Susan's hand was on her knee now, and it was warm and exciting and she didn't know what to do. She had never known how to handle situations like this very well. One pan of her wanted Susan to remove her hand, but another part, a stronger part, didn't want the hand to move away at all.

As if knowing this, Susan slipped her hand along Marcy's thigh, moving it very slowly along the silky flesh with her fingers under the hem. Marcy stared at her skirt being shoved up her leg as if in a dream.

"I've never thought about a girl that way before," Susan was saying in her whispery voice, but now it was deep and throaty. "Tasting pussy on his cock did something to me, Marcy. I don't know what, but it was so exciting…"

Her hand slipped halfway up Marcy's thigh, along the inside. She was stroking Marcy's flesh lightly, almost like a feather. A shiver rippled about Marcy's flesh, and she realized she was holding her breath.

"I don't know what to do anymore!" Susan sobbed, lifting her exquisite face to look at Marcy. "I'm going crazy because I want it, need it, so much, and he's giving it to those tight-assed little girls!"

As if in a wild, erotic dream, Marcy ran her tongue over her lips, her face lowering slowly. When she felt Susan's soft, hot mouth against her own, she breathed deeply. As Susan returned her kiss, the tip of her moist tongue licked across Marcy's lips, and her hand moved higher up her thigh.

"Mmmmm, sweet, Marcy!" Susan purred. "You taste so sweet, like honey?"

Marcy wondered what in the world she was doing, kissing, her ex-husband's wife this way. She had never kissed a girl before, yet she could not deny the softness, the sweetness, of Susan's lips, the exciting taste of her pink tongue. Before she could try to understand, she pressed her mouth onto Susan's once more. Susan moaned, writhing her lips against Marcy's. When her tongue moved slowly past her teeth, Marcy made a mewling sound and gently probed it with her own tongue.

And Susan's hand was now resting on her wet panties, pressuring against her cunt. Marcy began to shake, still kissing at Susan's mouth, and as her tongue probed deeper, Marcy sucked it, returning the pressure of Susan's hand by lifting her crotch to it.

Then Susan's fingers moved.

They slipped up and down, moving between Marcy's thighs. For a very brief moment, Marcy resisted by squeezing her thighs together. But Susan was insistent, Marcy's thighs relaxed, and Susan dragged her palm up and down Marcy's cunt. Marcy moaned into Susan's mouth, her hips twisting as the heat steamed inside her panties.

"Ohhhhhh!" Marcy groaned, pulling her mouth away from Susan's tongue.

Her eyes half closed as she leaned her head on the back of the couch, her cunt rippling as she came.

"Ooooh, Marcy!" Susan purred, rubbing at Marcy's juicy cunt with firmer pressure. "You're coming! Oh, God… wonderful, Marcy!"

Marcy twisted her hips, her knees parting, as she strained her convulsing own into Susan's hot hand. Her skin was high on her slim thighs now, almost at her hips. She shot her hand down and placed it on the back of Susan's and pushed hard, very hard. Her clit throbbed in a way she could hardly remember, and the fuck-juices soaked her panties and Susan's palm.