Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

The head of his cock touched the slit of her cunt, and Marcy almost came. Jerry pushed, and his cock slipped into her cunt from behind with ease. She was so wet and slippery, his cock slithered into her cunt all the way with his single plunge. A soft yelp came from her as she pushed her ass back at him. She uncrossed her hands on the washing machine and gripped the edge of it, her cheek resting on the cool, metal surface, her son's cock buried deep inside her cunt.

Jerry gripped his mother's hips, keeping her dress around her waist, and began to fuck her.

He fucked his cock in and out fast now, fucking her with groaning sounds, the sliding of his throbbing prick pumping fast and hard. Marcy grunted from the pounding he was giving her ass, gripping the washing machine tightly to keep from banging her head on the dials.

"Oooo! Uhhh… ohhhhuuuuhhhh!" she moaned.

Jerry, gasping, as he watched his cock fucking in and out of his mother's cunt, clawed at her hips, pulling her ass back as he drove forward. Marcy began moving, shaking her ass, twisting it and lunging it back to meet the stab of his prick. She squeezed her eyes tightly, making whimpering sounds of that strange ecstasy she had felt that first time flooded her.

This time, she was cooperating fully. She didn't want her son to fuck her like she was some fragile piece of china. She wanted him to fuck into her cunt hard, hard as he could, ram his cock up to her throat. She twisted her naked ass wantonly, the rapture covering up her embarrassment in and out his cock went, his rough jeans scratching the backs of her thighs and exposed ass. But Marcy didn't feel the rough material, all she felt was the hard, throbbing cock fucking into her fiery cunt deep and, fast.

"Hurry!" she moaned, not sure what the meant. "Hurry… oh, God! Jerry, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Oh Mother!" Jerry cried out behind her. "It's so good, Mother! You feel so good! I wanna do it all the time, Mother! I wanna do it to you all the time!"

"Push it, push it!" she responded, swinging her naked ass lewdly. "Ohhh, baby, do it hard!"

"I am, Mother!"

"God, yes!" she cried out, thrusting her ass to him. "You are! Ohhh, baby, you sure are!"

Marcy's swollen tits were smashed on top of the washer. She lifted her head, eyes open now, bulging out. She couldn't see, nor did she want to see. The ecstasy seared her, the friction of her son's cock sliding into her cunt thrilled her. She spread her feet wider yet on the floor and strained her cunt to him, striving to get his cock as deep as she possibly could. Her right hand slipped from the edge of the washing machine and between her thighs. She grabbed her son's wildly swinging balls, clutching them eagerly, something she had never done with her ex-husband. There was something about fucking her son that was bringing out the erotic fever Marcy had been unaware of possessing.

"Ohhh, yes, yes!" she screamed now. "Jerry, baby… oh God! Do it hard and fast!"

Jerry gripped his mother's grinding hips, the tip of his tongue between his lips, staring at the wanton grinding of her ass. He could see the crinkle of his mother's asshole as he pulled his cock back, then slammed into her again.

He was knocking Marcy with his eager fuck thrusts, and she cried with the ecstasy. Her cunt was on fire and so wet, grabbing at his cock every time he pulled back, as if afraid it would come out, and she didn't want it to come out. She was close to coming, and she strained for him instead of fighting it.

"Ooooh, Jerry, Jerry!" she cried out. "I'm going to… oh, baby, you're going to make Mother… ooohhhh, God!"

The pulsations erupted, the orgasm rippling through her cunt as tight and hot as it had that first time, if not more. This time Marcy lifted her head and let the scream of ecstasy go.

"Mother!" Jerry growled, digging hard at her hips and running his cock as deep as he could up her cunt. "Mooothhherrrr!"

Marcy squeezed her son's balls, not knowing what she was doing. She felt them become very tight in her hand, then his cock was sending hot, searing gushes of come-juice up her cunt. She felt each squirt, each eruption of fuck-juice as it splashed along the silky walls of her greedy cunt. Each time her son squirted come-juice into her cunt, she gasped and screamed. Her pussy was gripping and squeezing as he came and when her first orgasm began to fade, she went into another, stronger and more powerful than the first.

Her mind blanked out, her legs shaking. If she had not been leaning over the washing machine she would have fallen on her ass.

She could hardly believe how much her son came. He filled her cunt more than the first time, if that was possible. She felt it oozing from the tight, hairy lips of her aunt, around his softening cock, down he inner thighs. Her ex-husband had never come this much.

After the trembling stopped, Marcy couldn't stand up. She had to lean on the washing machine while her legs shook. Her son rested across her back, his cock still up her pussy, slowly deflating. He had his hands on her shoulders now, and when he moved them along her sides, trying to feel her smashed tits, Marcy lifted enough to let him curl his fingers around them.

"It was good, Mother," she heard her son whisper between pants. "It was better than the other night!"

"Jerry, you've got to let me up!" she cried softly.

"I wanna stay here, in you, Mother," he said, squeezing her tits. "I might get hard again and if I do, I wanna do it again to you!"

Marcy felt tremors flood her body, and her cunt clutched, squeezing his now-soft cock out. Jerry moaned a protest.

Now with the heat of passion over, Marcy felt her embarrassment returning. She was surprised at her lack of shame – she was only embarrassed. She wanted to shove her dress over her ass, pull her panties up so her son couldn't keep looking at her. When she felt him move back, she shoved her dress down, and turned to face him slowly. Her panties dangled halfway down her thighs, but at least they were hidden. Her cunt kept quivering and dripping, the insides of her thighs slippery with his fuck-juices almost to her knees.

For the first time she stared at her son's cock. This was no brief glimpse like the other night. Jerry stood there with a pleased expression on his face, his cock dangling from his open jeans. It glistened wetly in the light from the small window in the laundry room. Crazily, Marcy thought her son's cock looked very cute hanging out that way.

Then she did something that had been alien to her before.

She cupped her son's cock in her hand.

Although there was a burning heat on her beautiful face, she looked her son in the eye as she squeezed his cock.

"I guess we've done it again, haven't we, Jerry?" she said softly, petting his cock.

"I sure like to do it with you, Mother," he giggled as she petted his prick. "I wanna do it to you all the time!"

"So you said," she answered, wishing she would stop blushing like a high school virgin. "Honey… I'm going to take a bath."

Turning him loose and going to her room, she wondered why she had told him she was going to bathe.

She was acting strangely, but Marcy liked the feeling.

She was in her tub, surrounded with scented water, feeling it soothe her flesh and muscles. She had not closed the door to her bedroom, nor to the bathroom.

She was trying again to understand what had happened, and still found no answers. For the first time in her life, she had enjoyed being fucked, really fucked. She had enjoyed it before but it was nothing like getting fucked by her son. She certainly never would have allowed her ex-husband to fuck her while she clung to the washing machine, and certainly never from behind. It was such an open, vulnerable position. But she had allowed her son to fuck her that way, and she had cooperated with him more than she ever had with her ex-husband.