Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

She trembled, the movement obvious to her son.

"Mother…" she heard Jerry's voice, oddly husky, a tone she had never heard from him before. She recognized it as the sound her ex-husband used to make when he wanted some pussy.

Marcy knew she should stop him, move his hand from her tit, push him away so she wouldn't feel his cock against her. Yet she couldn't. All she could do was lie stiffly, shaking. Jerry didn't say anything more.

But he was pressing harder against her hip, and the rubbing of his cock was more pronounced. She felt his small hand squeeze tentatively at her tit. When she didn't say anything or brush his hand away, Jerry became bolder. He squeezed her tit tightly, her nipple bulging into his palm. Marcy held her breath, feeling the rippling excitement in her body, an excitement that was totally new to her. She had never really enjoyed having her tits fondled or felt, yet there was no way she could deny this sudden, unexpected pleasure she now felt.

She felt her son's lips on her neck, kissing her lightly, and his hand was moving on her tit. He felt it, then slowly slipped his hand to the other tit. Marcy was holding her breath until her lungs were ready to burst, afraid to move or speak.

She was shaking violently now, one hand wrapped about her son's shoulders, the other at her side, fist clenched. Her cunt seemed on fire, as if a match had been pressed against it, but not a burning pain – it was a fantastically erotic burning. Just as it had done when Susan, Jerry's stepmother, had stroked her, Marcy's cunt was turning very juicy, tingling, until she wanted to scream with the sensational feelings. She knew that by not resisting, not protesting, she was giving her son consent to fondle her titties. She knew that Jerry knew, too. On one hand she wanted desperately to stop him now, but on the other hand she wanted him to keep doing it. He was rubbing his cock up and down against her now, not trying to conceal his desires. He was humping at her hip as if fucking her, and Marcy found she was starting to squirm, to writhe and keep the contact of his cock against her.

It was a moment before she understood Jerry was no longer fondling her tits. Her eyes had closed as the steamy pleasure came over her, and she had been panting softly. She felt her son's fingers sneaking into her gown, and again she was holding her breath. She felt his finger carefully touching her bare tit, scraping over her nipple.

The orgasm was fast, before she knew it was going to happen. Suddenly as her son touched her naked nipple, Marcy came. It happened so fast she gushed, unable to stop the sound, and her hips jerked. She turned her head away from him, toward the wall, purring. Her arm tightened about his shoulders. Jerry apparently took the reflexive squeeze of her arm as permission.

He pulled her gown away from her tit and placed his mouth on her nipple, and started sucking at it, pushing his throbbing cock against her hip without trying to be subtle about it now. He was fucking at her body, sucking on her nipple with his hot, wet mouth, his tongue flicking eagerly. She heard her son making moaning sounds of hot pleasure, and her arm squeezed him down onto her tit. She felt she should say something, anything, but her voice refused to work. She gurgled softly, but no words came out. Her fist opened, and she began to shove the sheet down her body. When it was at her hips, she lifted her gown and moved her hand through the silky curls of her cunt. The sheet hid her pussy as she moved a finger to her clit. She couldn't believe how hard it was, how sensitive, how tingling it had become.

Jerry, making wet sounds as he sucked at his mother's tit, scooted his hand down to her stomach, resting it there. Marcy began to shake and slowly rub the edges of her distended clit, thinking how crazy this was to lie here and let her son fuck his cock at her hip while he sucked her tit and she fingered her cunt. The heat of his palm burned her stomach through the nylon of her gown, and suddenly Marcy gasped again.

Her son had pushed his hand down, found hers there, felt her feeling of her own cunt. The suction on her tit increased until Jerry was sucking vigorously. She didn't stop him when he pushed his hand under hers, palming her cunt. She pressed her hand at his, moaning softly as the pressure of her son's palm burned through the crotch of her panties.

As if in a wild, erotic dream, Marcy used her feet to pull the sheet lower, then spread her legs. Jerry sucked hungrily at her tit now, rubbing up and down the crotch of her panties, feeling her cunt boldly. The only sound in her bedroom was their heavy breathing, and the occasional sound of the bed moving. Marcy knew she was urging her son on top of her, but she felt so dreamy, so much in a trance, it wasn't really happening. She pulled him until he was on top of her, between her thighs, his lips never leaving her swollen tit. She felt his cock pushing at her panties, pressing at her cunt. She could feel his swollen cock-head trying to slice through her panties, trying to get into her cunt. Her legs opened without any real conscious thought from her, and Jerry was humping his ass up and down, sucking noisily at her tit. She moaned when the swollen head of his cock pushed forward, almost shoving her panties into her cunt.

"Wait," Marcy finally whispered in a low, throaty voice. "Wait, Jerry."

His response was to stop pushing his cock, but he kept sucking hungrily on her tit. Marcy couldn't believe she was doing this, yet her hand was sliding between them, hooking into the crotch of her panties, pulling it open, out of the way.

"Now!" she whispered.

Jerry moved forward, the head of his cock sliding into his mother's exposed cunt. Marcy gasped as she felt her son's stuffing prick, the way her cunt opened and stretched for it. Slowly, as if expecting her to stop him at any time, Jerry fucked his cock up his mother's cunt. Marcy felt it go deep into her cunt, then she felt his balls resting on her ass. She was afraid to move again, but her cunt was pulling at his cock of its own volition, sucking gently.

She could feel his cock throb inside her pussy, and his suckling was hot and greedy on her tit. She lay still for whet seemed a long time, feeling her son's cock in her cunt but not moving.

She held her legs open and spread her arms over her head, stretched out, the feel of her son's cock causing her mind to spin, her eyes closed and lips parted slightly.

Marcy's hips moved.

From side to side, not up and down.

That was all it took to start Jerry moving. She felt his cock pull back, sliding from her wet cunt. When she thought he was going to take his cock out, she placed her hands on his robe-covered ass, holding him so he couldn't lift up. Then she pulled down on his ass, lifting her hips slightly, taking his cock back into her cunt.

Jerry grunted around her tit.

Marcy gave a soft sob.

Her hips pumped.

Jerry held his body up with his knees and elbows, still sucking at her tit. Marcy couldn't believe she was fucking her son, riding very slowly up and down his cock with her cunt. But she was… she was fucking Jerry!

Her hands curled around the checks of his ass, the robe still there, and moved her ass up and down, feeling his cock sliding between the gripping, fiery, hair-lined lips of her pussy. Her cunt scraped the shaft of her son's hard cock, something she didn't remember feeling when her ex-husband fucked her.

She pulled at her son's ass, and soon Jerry was pushing his cock down as she lifted her cunt, drawing up as she lowered her ass. They were fucking each other, and Marcy was afraid and elated and ashamed and trembling with increasing ecstasy. She was feeling things she had never felt when she had gotten fucked before. Things that were strange and delightful and good and delicious.