Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

"I'm ready to…"

Marcy gasped, jerking at Susan's hand and shoving her skirt down swiftly. Her face was on fire with embarrassment as she tried to smooth her skirt.

Susan, also gasping, jerked her hand away from Marcy's cunt.

Jerry stood in the hall entrance, staring at them with big eyes, his overnight bag in his hand. He had seen his mother's legs wide open, seen them kissing, and seen Susan's hand pushing against his mother's cunt.

"Oh, God!" Marcy sobbed, burying her face into her hands, shame flooding her from head to toe.

"You're ready to go?" Susan asked him, her voice shaking.

"I guess so," Jerry said in a nervous voice.

Marcy pulled herself together, her hands folded in her lap. Maybe her son had not seen what they had been doing, she told herself. But she could tell by her son's eyes that he had.

"Kiss me, honey," she said, her voice quivering. "And go with your stepmother. Have a good weekend, and don't come back too late Sunday."

She sat on the couch and watched her son leave with Susan.

Marcy's mind was spinning, and her confusion only made it worse.

Marcy found her son watching her often, his eyes strangely hot.

When he returned late Sunday, she couldn't find the courage to stay up and listen to his weekend activities. All she heard this time was that his father was seldom home while he was there.

The next day, and the following one, Jerry didn't want to go out and play, and Marcy wondered if he was getting ill, or if something had happened over the weekend. She wanted to question him, about Susan, but didn't know how to go about it.

And, Marcy felt as if her son was looking right through her clothing, seeing her naked, stripped bare. Usually, after her bath at night, she would wrap herself in a robe before going to bed, but now she bathed and jumped into bed without seeing her son.

She was in bed now, and Jerry came to her door. He stood there looking in at her. Marcy was propped up in bed, a book open. She enjoyed reading herself to sleep at night. She looked up at her son, and Jerry shuffled his feet, apparently not knowing how to approach her. Marcy had always tucked him into bed before, kissing his forehead before she retired. But for the past two nights, she had not.

"Mother, why don't you fuck me in anymore?" Jerry asked, looking as if he was about to cry.

Affection for her son filled her, and she closed her book. Patting the side of her bed, she said softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I guess I've got a lot on my mind lately. Come in and sit down for a while, okay?"

Jerry came over and sat on the edge of her bed. His hair was still damp from his shower. He wore his robe, belted at the waist, but it opened over his young, muscular thighs. Marcy found herself fighting to keep from looking at them. There was a quivering in her stomach similar to the thrill she had felt, with Susan.

"Want to tell me about your weekend?" she urged softly.

Jerry was turning to face her, his eyes falling on his mother's titties. At first Marcy didn't know why, and then she discovered the sheet had slipped down, and although she wore a gown, the brown pucker of her stiff nipple showed through the lace. With a flush on her face, she pulled the sheet to her chin.

"I don't wanna visit with Dad anymore," he said.

"But why not, honey?"

"He's never home, and he breaks his promises with me."

"But I'm sure Susan is home with you," Marcy said.

"She is," Jerry replied. "Susan is awfully nice, Mother. If I have to have a stepmother, I'm glad it's Susan."

"I guess you and she…" Marcy's mind drew up erotic pictures. "I mean, she takes you places when your father isn't there, don't she?"

"Oh, yes," Jerry said. "We went to the zoo and next weekend she's gonna take me to the amusement park."

"That will be fun, I'm sure," Marcy said.

"Go with us, Mother," Jerry said suddenly. "It would be more fun if you went with us. Come on, please! Dad won't be there. He's already said he had to go out of town. Came to the amusement park with me and Susan, Mother, please!"

"I'll think about it, honey," she said. "We have to see what Susan thinks about that. Remember, she's your stepmother, and may not want me with you."

"She will," Jerry said in a rising voice. "She talked about you all weekend. Susan likes you, Mother! I know she likes you."

Marcy thought she could feel Susan's hand between her legs again, pushing at her cunt the way it had a few days ago. She had thought about that all weekend. She had never in her entire life reacted to such stimulation with so much heat and hunger.

"I like your stepmother, too, baby," she said softly, and pulled her son against her tits, hugging him. "I'm glad you like her, and I'm very glad she loves you as much as I do!"

Jerry twisted and squirmed until he was lying on her bed, pressing his young body tightly to her. He wrapped his arm about his mother's waist, resting his head on her shoulder as she held him. Marcy caressed him, running her hand into the neck of his robe to stroke his smooth back. It felt good to be held by her son this way, felt good to feel him lying close to her. She purred in delight when he squeezed her waist. And then her eyes widened.

She felt her son pushing his hips against her. She was covered only by the thin sheet, and she felt his hardness on her hip. She couldn't believe her son had a hard-on close to her this way, but there it was, throbbing away as he pressed against her. Marcy's first thought was to push her son away, make him go to bed. But then she felt that thrill in her stomach again, and her resolve to shove him away faded. She didn't know why she was reacting this way to her son, or the way she had reacted to the gentle touch of Susan's hand on her cunt, but she was, and it felt good.

She gasped when she felt her son's small hand slide up her body, his fingertips barely touching the curve of her tit. She found her breath caught in her throat when her son moved his finger against her tit, and at the same time pressed more firmly at her hip. She could feel his cock throbbing through the sheet and her gown.

"Jer…" she whispered throatily.

He didn't answer, sneaking his fingers up over the curve of her tit and rubbing very slowly at her hip with his cock.

"Jer… darling," she tried again.

A low moan came from her son, and his palm cupped her tit.

Marcy froze, not daring to breathe.

This couldn't be happening, she told herself. But her son was holding her tit. He wasn't squeezing or moving his hand, just holding it cupped about the firm roundness. And his cock, so hard, was pushing at her hip. The only thing between them was the thin sheet and her gown. She was certain his robe was open, his cock showing.

She could hear Jerry's breathing, feel it hot on her flesh. He was almost panting as he very carefully pushed his throbbing hard-on against her, and she felt a very slight squeeze on her tit. Marcy lay still, fighting the shivers running about her flesh. The light was on, and her eyes were open, but she saw nothing. Moisture seeped from her cunt and into the crotch of her panties, her clit swelling quickly. She felt a burning lurch between her legs, and bunched the cheeks of her ass tightly, a very low moan bubbling from her throat.

She was cutely aware of her son's cock, of the hardness of it, the heat burning through the sheet, and the crazy thought flitted through her mind that his cock could blister her flesh because it felt so hot. She squeezed her thighs tightly, yet trying to be as still as she could, not wanting her son to know the effect he was having on her. She was just as surprised at her own reactions as she was by his. Marcy had never been that erotic, yet there were changes, sudden changes, coming over her mind and body.