Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

She began to make purring sound deep in her throat. She moved her hands, shifting her son's robe, sliding her hands under it to cup the cheeks of his naked ass. Her own ass pumped with his stabbing cock, slowly and not in a frenzy, his balls touching her ass as she came up, his cock going so deliciously deep.

She wanted to say things to him, whisper hot words in his ear, but although she was feeling an intense rapture, she could only moan and cry out softly as his cock thrust in and out of her cunt.

She closed her thighs against his, scissoring them open and closed, her hands holding each cheek of her son's pumping ass, her fingers resting at the split, almost between them.

"Ooooooh…" she purred.

"Mmmmm!" Jerry gurgled.

His cook came up and down slowly, fucking in and out of his mother's cunt completely, from swollen head to base. He never pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy, but just before the cock-head came free, he pushed back into it, so slow Marcy wondered if she would go out of her mind. The powerful urge to slam her cunt up and down hard and fast on his cock was very hard to resist. She wanted to fuck him frantically, increase the friction of his throbbing hard-on against the fiery tight walls and lips of her juicy cunt.

"Ahhhh!" Marcy moaned.

"Oooommm!" her son responded.

Marcy fought the urge to ram her cunt onto his cock, fought the urge to grip his ass tightly, fought the urge to push his young hands down under her ass, fought the urge to scream out this unknown ecstasy. She couldn't believe the feelings rumbling through her, couldn't believe she had her son's cock in her cunt, that she was fucking him. It had to be a dream, she tried to tell herself, but the sensations were so real. And if it was a dream, it was unlike any she had ever had. She never had erotic dreams – never.

The slow fucking was driving her crazy, yet she did nothing to increase the pace. She was afraid to, afraid of her own responses, afraid that her son would accuse her, afraid he would think badly of her. But the feeling in her cunt – in her complete body – was about to send her screaming mindlessly with the wildest ecstasy she had ever experienced. Her clit felt as if it was tight, ready to burst like a ripe grape. Still, she could feel the throb of her son's cock sliding in and out of her cunt.

She was getting very wet now, and she could feel her pussy-juices seeping around his cock, drenching his hot balls and the insides of her thighs.

Her ass humped up and down, matching his slow penetration. She began to stroke his ass and moan, her head turned to one side, eyes closed, lips open as she panted. She caressed her son's ass under his robe, slid her hands up to the small of his back, then down again, stretching her fingers to tickle the backs of his thighs, then cupping the firm, tight cheeks of his ass again.

She wanted to lift her legs, wrap them hotly about her son's humping ass, and beat his body with her heels. She wanted to scream and cry and urge her son to fuck her, to fuck her fast and hard and deep, to bruise the tender lips of her cunt, smash her inflamed clit.

But she couldn't.

She didn't know what Jerry was doing with his hands, but she wanted them on her body, holding her ass, squeezing her shapely asscheeks as he fucked into her cunt with powerful violence. She began to gasp hotly as her stomach rippled, her cunt grabbing at her son's cock. She humped a bit faster, grinding in almost slow motion on his banging prick. She felt an orgasm glowing inside her body, and she fought to stop it. The harder she tried to keep from coming off, the better the sensation felt. She cried out softly, and her son made a whimpering sound.

She knew he was about to come, too. She knew her son was trying to keep from coming inside her cunt.

But there was nothing either of them could do.

Marcy bit hard into her bottom lip to strangle a threatening scream, her cunt clasping hotly and wetly around her son's cock. The spasms that exploded in her cunt were strong, stronger than any orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy pulled at his cock, the satiny walls rippling along his cock-shaft. His balls churned at her ass when Jerry thrust inward, his ass tightening as his body became stiff.

He shuddered, almost biting her nipple.

"Ohhh!" Marcy sobbed, feeling her son's cock gushing his fiery come-juice into her cunt.

He was squirting hard, and she felt it all, despite the power of her convulsing cunt. She was coming in wave after wave of ecstasy, her finger at last digging hard into his naked ass, holding him deeply in her pussy. The contractions went on and on, and she wondered if her son would ever stop squirting that thick, boiling fuck-juice into her pussy.

All too soon it was over.

Jerry slumped on her body, gasping for air, shaking.

Marcy relaxed her grip on his ass, her legs falling wide. She drew in air deeply, and she felt embarrassment flood her. She could feel the heat on her beautiful face, and a couple of tears dripped from her closed eyes. She wasn't sure why she had tears in her eyes. It could be out of her embarrassment, but then it could be due to her orgasm. She had never felt such power before, such ecstasy.

After a moment Jerry lifted his cock from his mother's cunt, sliding off her bed. Marcy peeked, catching a glimpse of her son's cock before he closed his robe around it. It was wet, soft, with a few strands of curly hair. His balls seemed to hang very low, much lower than she would have thought on a young boy. His cock was wet with her cunt-juices, and she felt a catch in her throat as she saw it.

Jerry said nothing, turning his back to her and walking out of her room, not rushing, as if he expected her to call him back.

After he was gone, Marcy curled up in a ball, her knees drawn to her tits, feeling his come-juice seeping from her pussy, and began to cry softly.

Marcy tried to avoid her son for the next few days, but that was impossible.

Jerry didn't leave the house, and almost everywhere she was, so was he, looking at her. When she would turn, she would catch his eyes on her body before he turned his head away.

Filled with embarrassment, Marcy tried to analyze what had happened, trying to understand why she had allowed her son to fuck her, why Jerry had even wanted to fuck her, his mother. She found no answers. Her response to him had surprised her as much as letting him fuck her.

Marcy dressed in ways that concealed her body, not wanting to tempt her son into a hard-on. But it did no good. She noticed his cock bulging almost constantly. She wondered if he was jerking it off, thinking about how it had felt inside her cunt, fucking her. For the first time in her life, Marcy was thinking about sex almost day and night. It was new to her, all these thoughts of hard cock and her wet cunt, how it had felt with her son's cock in her cunt. And, to her horror, she was thinking in just those terms… cock, cunt, pussy, fuck and prick.

If being embarrassed about fucking her son wasn't enough to torment her, Susan had started calling her often. Susan never used to call her at all, except to say when she would pick up Jerry for his weekend visits.

"I don't know what's got into me," Susan had said during her last call a few moments ago. "I know I shouldn't use you as a sounding board, seeing as how we're what might be veiled wives-in-law."

"Don't worry about it, Susan," Marcy had said. "I understand very well what you're going through with Brad. I was married to him for a number of years, remember. None of this is new to me."

"Marcy, about Saturday."

"Forget it!" Marcy said quickly feeling her face turn warm. She glanced at Jerry, who was sitting on the couch. Turning her back to her so she said softly into the phone. "It was done and over with, Susan. It was one of those things. I've forgotten about it. It won't happen again."