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CHAPTER SEVEN

The night before they were scheduled to go on the trip, Marcy fucked her son exhaustively, sucking on his cock continuously. They spent all Friday fucking wildly, and by that time they were so tired, Marcy's cunt and asshole throbbed with soreness, and her jaws ached. What amazed her was how Jerry kept up with her, his cock responding with hardness and his balls unloading thick, creamy come-juice every time.

Saturday morning, all her muscles were aching. She woke up first, and lay in bed watching her son as he slept. In sleep, he looked even younger, so handsome to her. His body was warm against hers, and she wondered if she would ever become sated with touching him. Her eyes moved down, and to her surprise, his cock was making a tent beneath the sheet. After fucking her raw, he still had a hard-on! She felt an urge to pump it, to pump it through the sheet, to see if she could make him come. It would be exciting to watch his come-juice ooze through the thin sheet, but then it wouldn't be as exciting as seeing it squirt way out of his piss-hole.

Sighing, she swung her legs over the bed and stood, swaying slightly. After glancing at his hard cock once more, she slipped into her bathroom and bathed, being as quiet as she could. She had worn the poor boy out, and he had a big weekend coming up – he needed his rest very much.

She dried her body and stepped nakedly into her room. She searched through her closet, trying to decide what would be best for the weekend. It was warm, and shorts would be… appropriate, but Marcy had seldom worn shorts in public. She admired those women and girls who did, but it always embarrassed her to be outside in shorts. She hated pants, and very seldom wore them. Besides, it would be too hot for pants, she felt. Selecting a couple of dresses, a skirt and blouse or two, she decided on her wardrobe.

Sliding into a pair of panties she strapped a garter belt on and hooked it to her sheer nylons. She felt bold, and decided to go without a bra. Sliding into a pleated skirt, a lovely nylon blouse, she was at her dresser putting on makeup when Jerry woke up. He sat up in bed, smiling at her in the mirror.

"I guess I overslept," he said, tossing the sheet from his body. Marcy saw his cock reflected in the mirror as he jumped out of bed, full of energy. He came up behind her, sliding his hands over her shoulders and cupping her tits, kissing the top of her head. "Mmmm, you smell good, Mother!"

"You're going to wrinkle my blouse, honey!" she said.

"No bra, Mother?" His eyes glittered in the mirror as he thumbed her nipples.

"I thought you might like me this way!" She giggled like a high school girl.

"Why not shorts?"

"Because I…" Marcy yelped.

Jerry had pinched her nipples. Before she could slap his hands away, he drew back and grasped his cock, shaking it at her reflection.

"You better stop teasing me," she said, her voice low. "We may not be ready by the time Susan picks us up!"

Arching his hips forward, Jerry stroked his cock a few times, grinning at her. "Want some, Mother?"

"Get your hot little ass in the fucking shower!" she snapped, pursing her lips and blowing him a kiss. "I'd think your cock would be raw after all day yesterday, not to mention last night!"

He turned and shook his ass at her. Marcy slapped him on his naked ass playfully.

"Go shower before I lose control of myself!" She finished with her makeup while Jerry showered, and by the time he finished, so was she. Susan would be picking them up in about half an hour by the time her son was dressed. The plan was to stop and have breakfast on the way, so Marcy brewed coffee for herself and hot chocolate for her son.

"What am I gonna do with this, Mother?" Jerry asked, a rim of chocolate on his upper lip. He stood up and showed her his cock pressing at the front of his jeans.

"Don't you ever get enough pussy?" she asked, her eyes filming over with desire. She ran her hand over his cock, feeling it throb through his pants. "Not that I mind," she said quickly. "I love it as much as you do, probably more, but I'd think your sweet balls had enough for a day or so by now."

"Not me," he said proudly, opening his pants and taking his cock out.

"Oh, baby," Marcy moaned, seeing his cock jut out so sweetly, his cock-head swollen and wet on the piss-slit. "Your stepmother will be here soon. We can't right now."

"Then she'll just have to look at it, I guess," Jerry said. "Or, I'll have to jack it off real fast!"

He began to pound his fist on his cock, jacking off quickly.

"What a waste," Marcy murmured. "Oh, come here! But I have to be fast!"

She pulled her son toward her, spreading her knees so she could get him close. She dipped her face, and swirled her tongue about the hot, smooth head of her son's cock. Jerry moaned and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking down. Marcy closed her lips about her son's cock and pulled it deeply into her mouth.

Gripping the checks of his ass through his jeans, Marcy sucked, bobbing her face up and down. She would never get tired of tasting his beautiful cock in her mouth, she felt. She made soft, wet sounds of murmuring pleasure, squeezing his ass while she sucked on his throbbing hard-on. Jerry danced on his feet, humping his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Ooooh, you suck so fucking good, Mother!" he moaned. "Your mouth is so fucking hot and fucking wet and you suck so hard on my cock!"

Breathing excitedly, Marcy pressed her lips to the fly of his pants, the head of his cock almost sliding into her throat. She writhed her lips at the base, her tongue pushing his prick to the roof of her mouth. She sucked hard, very hard, making her son gasp with ecstasy.

She dug her fingers into one cheek of his ass, pushing his jeans into the crack. She pulled her other hand around and cupped his balls, wishing they were hanging out of his pants, too. Her cunt was responding to the pleasure of her mouth, bubbling and seeping fuck-juices.

Puffing her lips up his cock, she drew her mouth from him and looked up at his contorting face. Her eyes smoldered. "Ohhhh, God, baby! You make Mother's cunt so fucking wet and hot! I wish we had time to get it in me, fuck me!"

"We have time, Mother," Jerry moaned. "We can make time!"

"No, we can't!"

"Then suck me off fast, Mother!"

"Oh, baby, yes! I will! I'll suck your hard cock off so fast!"

She dived onto his cock again, slurping up and down with short, quick bobs of her lovely, face. The heat of her son's cock burned her lips, making them tingle sweetly. She felt the beat of his precious balls sear her palm through his jeans. Digging her other hand hard into his tight ass, she gobbled in a frenzy, twisting her ass on the seat of her chair.

Jerry fucked his cock with her mouth, pushing in when she came down and drawing back as she came up. Once she lost his cock, and frantically grabbed it again with her lips. His piss hole was dripping on her tongue and coating it, causing Marcy's cunt to vibrate hotly. She squeezed her legs against his, making loud groans as she sucked wildly. Jerry was clutching her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh. His stabbing cock seemed to increase with speed, and he was moaning loudly. His cock throbbed with delicious hardness between her lips.

"Ooooh, I'm getting close, Mother!" Jerry gasped.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, sucking faster.

The sound of the doorbell clattered, startling Marcy. She jerked her mouth off her son's cock.

"Ohhh, shit, shit!" she cried out. "Susan is here already!"

"Don't stop now, Mother! Please, suck me! I'm just about to come!"

"Oh, God!" Marcy sobbed, and swallowed her son's cock swiftly.

She sucked as fast and hard as she could, the doorbell clanging loudly in her ears. She bobbed her though as swiftly as she could, taking short sucks. She dug into her son's ass, her fingers feeling the heat of his asshole through the seam of his jeans. She squeezed at his balls, urging him to unload into her mouth fast. The doorbell was insistent.

"Oooooh, almost, Mother!" Jerry groaned, fucking her in the mouth as fast as he could.

"I'm almost ready! Ohhb, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

Marcy squeezed, at his balls, pressing her fingers hard into the seam of his jeans on his asshole. She squeezed at his ass-cheek, gobbling and groaning as she strained to make him come. His cock seemed twice its normal size, stretching her lips and filling her mouth. Jerry darted his right hand into the front of her blouse, cupping one of her naked tits as hard as he could.

Marcy gasped.

"Now, Mother! Ohhhh, I'm gonna come now!"

His hot came-juice gushed over her tongue, flooding her mouth with the rapid squirts, burning it as it splashed into her throat. Marcy gulped at his come-juice, struggling to swallow it so none would seep from her mouth. She gulped hungrily, his cock throbbing powerfully with the spurts. Jerry was almost sobbing with the intensity of his discharge. He fucked his cock into his mother's mouth, his cock-head pushing at her throat, Marcy choked daintily, drawing her lips up. She caught his gushing come-juice over her tongue, her mouth filling before she could swallow. She made wet sounds, and her cunt tingled. She was gulping at her son's come-juice when she, too, came. Marcy pressed her ass hard into the chair, her cunt snapping almost with orgasms "Ohhhh, Mother, Mother!" Jerry moaned. The doorbell was still clattering insanely, and now there was pounding on the door.

Marcy sucked off her son's cock.

"God!" she cried softly, running her tongue over her lips. "She's going to walk right in on us!"

Jerry stuffed his cock swiftly into his pants, his face flushed. Marcy jumped to her feet, the crotch of her panties wet. She rushed to a mirror to check her hair and face. Her lips glistened and looked puffy, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

When she opened the door, Susan stood there.

"I thought you overslept!" the beautiful blonde woman said.

"We… I'm sorry, but…" Marcy stammered for an explanation, finding none.

"Hi, Susan," Jerry said, coming up behind his mother. Marcy glanced at the front of her son's pants quickly. "You're early."

"I know, honey," Susan said. "I thought we'd get started early. Your father didn't come home last night, and he's still gone."

Marcy noticed how lovely Susan looked. She was in a tight tank top and had on white, tight shorts. Her long, tanned thighs were perfect. Marcy envied Susan her body, not realizing her own was just as beautiful.

Jerry lifted the two small bags Marcy had packed the night before, between bouts of almost marathon fucking.

Watching him load the bags into the trunk of the car, Susan murmured, "That boy gets more handsome every day. You're very lucky to have him, Marcy. I hope to have a son just like him someday."

Marcy surprised herself by answering, "He's our son, Susan."

"Yes, he is," Susan whispered, watching Jerry lean against the trunk of the car.

Putting on a show, Jerry opened the driver's door, making a bow for his stepmother. Susan laughed with delight and slid under the wheel. Jerry then ran around and opened the passenger door, repeating his act. As Marcy slipped into the car, her pleated skirt rode past her knees. With her head turned away from Susan, she saw her son try to peek up between her thighs. She stuck her tongue out at him, sliding her legs into the car and smoothing, her skirt down.

Jerry managed to squeeze behind Marcy's seat and settled himself on into the rear. As Susan pulled away, Marcy was acutely aware of her wet panties. She had not had the opportunity to change them. She just knew her cuntlips were bruised, and that Susan could tell she had been sucking Jerry's cock. A slight flush moved over her face and she stared straight ahead, hands folded in her lap.

They drove in silence for some distance.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" Susan asked. "This is a fun time. Come you two, perk up!"

Susan began to sing, and she had a good voice. Soon Jerry was singing along with her, and Marcy began to feel more comfortable.

"Anyone ready for breakfast?" Susan asked about an hour later. "There's a good place just ahead!"

Jerry devoured his breakfast. Susan and Marcy ate lightly, and Marcy found herself very comfortable with the lovely girl who was her son's stepmother. Susan, she noticed, was careful with her language while Jerry was with them, but when Jerry went to the restroom, Susan leaned very close to Marcy and whispered, "That boy is going to break a lot of hearts when he's older."

Marcy smiled mysteriously.

They finished eating and climbed back into the car. The day had become hotter, and Susan flipped on the air conditioner. They began singing again, and Marcy heard Susan's songs getting a bit suggestive. Jerry giggled with pleasure at one of them, and Marcy felt herself blush. As she sang, Susan slapped her hand up and down on her thigh, keeping time.

"Come on, Marcy, sing with us!" Susan said, darting her hand to Marcy's thigh and squeezing it quickly. Jerry was leaning over between his mother and stepmother, and his hands rested on their shoulders, singing at the top of his voice.

Four hours later, they arrived at the sprawling amusement park.

"Let's get checked into that motel first," Susan suggested. "That way we can spend hours inside the park and not worry about a vacancy later."

Marcy was willing – her panties were uncomfortable by now.

Using credit cards, they checked into a single room, with Susan explaining: "We've got to watch our expenses, you know."

When Marcy opened the door while Susan helped Jerry unload their luggage, she saw two full-sized beds.

"You and I can share one bed," Susan said coming in with her suitcase. "We can let that kid have the other bed."

Marcy noticed Susan take a swat at Jerry's ass when he came in, and Jerry skipped out of reach, giggling with excitement.

The amusement park was crowded.

Jerry, laughing excitedly, wanted to ride everything in sight. When he was rushing about, he was holding his mother's hand, walking between Marcy and Susan.

Within half an hour, Marcy noticed that Susan was holding her son's other hand. She smiled to herself, pleased and happy. She noticed that Susan drew looks from men, but failed to notice that she drew just as many. But then, those white shorts held Susan's compact ass deliciously, and Marcy could see Susan's tits bounce tightly with movement.

Jerry talked them into riding a few of the things with him. Marcy was afraid of some of the rides, but she went on them to make Jerry happy. One ride, something that went up and down and around, frightened her more than any of the others. The swinging ride sent her skirt high, and Jerry was sitting between her and Susan. No matter how hard Marcy tried to keep her skirt down, it was about her waist more than any other place. She was clinging to hand-holds and was afraid to turn loose to push her skirt down. Her panties were exposed, all the way.

But when the ride was over, she was delighted. They laughed and cut up as they came off the ride.

"That sure blew your dress up, Mother," Jerry laughed. "I bet everyone here saw plenty!"

"Jerry!" Marcy gasped, her face turning pink.

"Don't worry about it, Marcy," Susan laughed. "Let's just have a ball!"

Marcy did.

For the first time in her life, she really enjoyed herself. She stopped trying to hold her skirt down on the more thrilling rides, and let it go, knowing her son and Susan and anyone else looking her way could see her long, luscious thighs and panties. She didn't care… it was so much fun.

About ten that evening, they stopped to have sandwiches. Jerry's eyes glittered happily as he chattered to them about everything. He sat between them on benches, food and drinks on the table. Then, he became very quiet. It was a while before Marcy noticed how quiet he became.

"Something wrong with you, darling?" she asked. "You haven't said a word for two minutes!"

He shook his head, but drew her hand under the table and placed it on his cock. Marcy jerked her hand away, glancing past him at Susan, but she had felt his hard-on.

After eating, both Marcy and Susan were ready to go, but Jerry wanted one more ride. He chose a water ride, and neither Marcy nor Susan had the heart to refuse him. Susan climbed into the front, straddling the narrow seat. Jerry sat behind her, and Marcy behind her son. Marcy wrapped her arms about her son's waist, and Jerry swiftly pushed her right hand to his crotch. Marcy started to pull away, but his cock felt so good in her hand. Jerry clung to his stepmother's waist and when the ride started up the long hill, Marcy suddenly did something that surprised her.

She opened her son's pants and pushed her hand in, holding his cock. Jerry twisted his head around and grinned at her, and Marcy quickly kissed his lips, stroking his cock. She could feel, slightly, Susan's ass with the back of her hand. Hoping Susan would know what she was doing, she pulled her son tighter between her thighs. Her skirt was past her thighs but she didn't care. Jerry hugged one of his mother's thighs with his hand, his other arm around his stepmother's waist. As they crested, Marcy pulled her son's cock out of his pants, and began to stroke her fist up and down. Jerry pressed his ass tightly into her crotch.

"Jack me off, Mother?" he whispered as they started the descent.

"Shhhhh!" Marcy warned, and began to pump on her son's exposed cock.

Susan was screaming with delight, her blonde hair flying back around Jerry's face. Marcy pumped fast on her son's cock, the ride twisting violently as it dipped and rose. Jerry was laughing, squeezing his mother's thigh with his hand. The nylon felt good, to him, and he pushed his hand higher, feeling Marcy's garter.

"Good, huh?" Marcy said just loud enough for him to hear.

She squeezed his cock hard, laughing as the ride twisted and turned with violence. She couldn't believe she was sitting on this thing, with Susan in front of him, and here she was jacking her off. There was no danger of being seen, it was dark, and the imitation logs were far enough apart to prevent anyone from seeing where her hand was. Once, when Susan shifted her body, Marcy felt the beautiful young woman's ass push at her fist, and she stopped jacking on Jerry's cock, holding her breath in fear Susan would know what she was doing.

Jerry, very excited, shoved his hand behind his back and between his mother's thighs. Marcy mewled softly as he pushed at her cunt and managed to lift slightly. Jerry shoved his hand against his mother's pantied cunt and held it as they went over the next to last hump. Marcy pumped frantically on her son's cock, hurrying to make him come before the ride ended. His cock throbbed powerfully in her fist, and her other hand cupped his cock-head, not wanting any of his come-juice to splatter on the back of Susan's white shorts.