Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

She heard the phone ringing, then the muffled voice of her son as he answered it. The conversation was quick, and then Jerry was calling out from her bedroom door.

"That was Susan again, Mother," he said. "She wants you to call her back later."

"Okay, baby!" Marcy replied.

"I'm gonna take a shower now, Mother!"

"Wait!" Marcy said quickly. "I mean…"

Jerry was at the door, looking in on her. She desperately covered her exposed tits. The tub was open, without doors since there was an adjoining shower stall, and she was exposed to her son's eyes.

"I gotta take a shower, Mother," he said, his eyes glowing as he saw the fan-shape of his mother's pussy-hair under the surface of the water.

"No," Marcy said. "I mean… oh, I don't know what I mean!"

Jerry grinned at her. He had shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped them up, she noticed. "Mother, show me your titties!"

"Show you my… Jerry, shame on you!"

"But we did it, Mother!" he reminded her. "If we do it, I should be able to see your tits, shouldn't I? You saw my cock."

"Jerry!" she gasped at his words.

She was blushing hotly, then with a sudden determination, she knew her son was right. She slowly allowed her arms to slide to her sides, and her tits rose up in lovely roundness, her nipples puckered with hardness. Jerry giggled as he stared at his mother's titties.

"They're beautiful!" he said softly.

Marcy fought against her embarrassment, determined to overcome it. After fucking her son, it was silly to be embarrassed any longer. There didn't seem much she could do about her constantly flushing face, though. Marcy wasn't aware that her blush increased her desirability, her attractiveness.

She lay back in the tub, her head resting on the rim, fully exposed to her son's glazing eyes. It was the first time he had actually seen her naked. Marcy felt the now-familiar sensation of excitement starting to bubble inside her again. It was fun to reveal her naked body to her son, she realized.

She had already finished bathing when Jerry came in, and she had been letting the hot water soothe her flesh and muscles. Now, determined to stop acting so embarrassed, she sat up, then stood. The water dripped from her body, and Jerry stared eagerly at his mother. Marcy remained standing in the tub and let him look, her hands at her sides, her face hot and pink.

Jerry began to loosen his pants, his eyes fixed upon his mother's triangle, silky pussy-hair and tits. He opened the waist of his pants, then while they hung on his hips, stripped his t-shirt off. Marcy listened to his panting as he shoved his pants down, stepping from them. Her eyes went hungrily to his cock and balls. For some time neither moved. They gazed at each other's naked body, both of them knowing the relationship was forever changed between them.

Jerry started toward her.

"No," she murmured throatily, stepping from the tub. "Not here, darling."

She stood before her son, and Jerry ran his hands about her body, feeling her tits, her waist, hips and thighs. He ran a hand behind his mother and stroked her creamy ass, the other hand toying with the soft hair of her cunt. Marcy took hold of her son's cock and felt it hardening. She pumped it slowly, pushing her hand hard to his cock-base, then puffing back on it. What Susan had told her a few days ago burned into her mind. Marcy breathed fast and deep, looking down at his cock in her hand. Her tongue moved over her lips slowly, her eyes starting to glaze.

"My bed," Marcy whispered. "Let's go to Mother's bed, baby."

Releasing her son, still dripping water, Marcy entered her bedroom, knowing her son was gazing at her. She could feel his eyes on her naked ass, burning with eagerness. For the first time in her life she wanted to twitch and sway her ass invitingly. Marcy turned and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes lifting to her son. Jerry was still in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her, his cock pushing upward with full hardness.

Although her face was hot with blushing, Marcy leaned back on her hands, her rounded tits lifting, her nipples as hard as her son's cock. Slowly, she opened her legs. The wider she opened them, the hotter her cunt tingled. She felt so lewd, so fucking wanton. Her behavior was alien to her normal personality, but Marcy found it intensely exciting. She held her knees wide apart, very wide apart, the cheeks of her ass perched on the edge of the bed, leaning back, a position of willingly offering her son her body, her cunt.

Jerry gasped and stared. The pink wetness of his mother's cunt was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Framed by her silky dark cunt-hair, her cunt-lips were swollen with desire, and her clit bulged up like a tiny hard-on.

Marcy smiled with embarrassment, her eyes half closing and taking on a steamy, smoldering expression. She writhed her naked ass invitingly, her legs spread as open as possible.

Jerry gave a soft cry, and almost ran toward his mother. Before she was aware of his intentions, Jerry was on his knees between her legs, his hands sliding up her silky flesh. He stared at his mother's cunt for a hot moment, then his face darted forward.

"Jerry!" Marcy gasped, her legs clamping quickly. She caught her son's head between them, his mouth on her cunt.

The heat on Marcy's face deepened when she felt her son kissing at her cunt, his hands digging into her hips. She shuddered. This was something she had never allowed her ex-husband to do. She felt her son's tongue move about her straining clit, sending a jolting series of shocks through her naked body.

As quickly as she had clamped her thighs about his head, she flung them wide apart again, her right hand darting to the back of his head, and pushing her cunt into his mouth hard.

"Ooooh, baby!" she gasped, staring down at his face, almost buried into the soft hair of her cunt.

Jerry licked hotly at his mother's clit, his lips open about her cunt. He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked on it, his tongue flicking the sensitive tip. Marcy moaned and twisted her ass, pressing the back of his head inward as she pushed her cunt to his mouth. She couldn't believe how good this felt. His tongue whipped about her clit, making her hips jerk.

"Oh, my God, Jerry!" Marcy cried out. "Ooooh, baby! Ahhhhh, that's nice, darling! That's very nice!"

Marcy was not innocent. She simply had never enjoyed such things, much too embarrassed to have something like this happen to her. Seldom had she been responsive to a man, but she was going out of her mind now while her son sucked at her clit.

"Oooh, lick it, Jerry!" she sobbed with ecstasy. "Ohhh, my, yes! Lick Mother right there, darling!"

Her flush was gone, replaced by the heat of passion as she lifted her ass to push her cunt as tight as she could into her son's face. Jerry clutched his mother's hips, lowering his mouth to suck at her cunt and dip his tongue into it. His breathing was hot, fanning the soft hair of her cunt and burning her flesh.

Marcy wanted his mouth tighter and closer to her pussy. With her legs as wide apart as she could get them, she strained her clit at his sucking mouth. His tongue slithered in and out of the wetness, and Marcy was sure his tongue went as deep as his cock had. Jerry twisted his tongue in her taint, sending delicious waves of rapture through her. The wet noises her son made with his tongue and sucking lips intensified her pleasure.

"Ohhh, Jerry, Jerry!" she whimpered, arching her cunt tight into his face. "Oh, God, baby! That's wonderful! That's so very good! Ahhhh, lick Mother right there, darling! Oh, yes push your tongue inside me!"

Water droplets clung to her smooth flesh, but the heat inside her was drying them faster than a towel could have. She arched and twisted with wanton movement, her tits swollen hard and aching.