"Jerry_s hot mothers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews Kathy)

CHAPTER EIGHT

The log went almost straight down, taking Marcy's breath away. Jerry howled with glee, pressing hard at his mother's cunt. As the ride leveled and prepared for the last climb, Marcy pounded on Jerry's cock in a frenzy. She hissed into his ear, "Come, Jerry!"

The log crested, and as it began to descend with the steepest, most breathtaking rush, Marcy jerked even more frantically on Jerry's cock.

Jerry came halfway down.

The hot spurt of his come-juice filled her palm, dripping wetly. Marcy pumped until he stopped gushing, then both laughed with Susan as water sloshed over the sides and drenched them.

As the ride slowed, Marcy stuffed her son's cock into his pants and trailed her, hand over the side, wishing she could have licked his comejuice from her palm instead. As they climbed from the ride, she noticed the front of her son's pants was damp, but it blended with the water that splashed them. She hugged his hand tightly as they returned to the midway, giggling with him like two naughty teenagers.

Susan grasped Jerry's other hand as they wandered around slowly. Jerry didn't want to leave yet, despite the late hour.

"Another half hour, and then we go to the motel," Marcy insisted. "You're already worn out, honey."

"Not me, Mother!" He grinned and raced toward a dart game booth, "He's beautiful," Susan smiled as they watched him toss darts. "So beautiful it hurts!"

Marcy agreed with Susan. "You're very good to him, Susan. Since he has to have a stepmother, I'm very happy it's you."

Susan impulsively hugged Marcy. "You know, you should have worn something besides that dress today. You were flashing pussy all over the place, you know."

"I was not!" Marcy gasped, reddening.

"Well, panties at least," Susan giggled at Marcy's embarrassment. "I hope Jerr… I mean I hope he didn't think anything about that."

"Why should he?" Marcy asked, glancing at Susan quickly, wondering what Susan knew.

"Boys, you know," Susan smiled. "Boys notice girls, especially if their dress is over their head."

"My dress was not over my head!" Marcy stammering slightly.

"Almost," Susan grinned. "I bet you caused a few hard-on!"

Marcy felt embarrassed. She thought she had gotten over that, but her face was pink now. Susan was gazing at Jerry.

"I wonder if Jerry is getting any," she said softly.

"He's too young, Susan," Marcy answered, turning away so Susan couldn't see her eyes.

"They're never too young, Marcy." Susan said. "Once they discover they can do something besides piss with those little cocks, they aren't too young at all."

Marcy didn't care for the way the conversation was going. It was too close to the truth.

She didn't want to spend the whole night and next, day without fucking her son, but she couldn't see how they could do it. Susan was with them all the time, and there was no way she could sneak into Jerry's adjoining bed in the motel room. Susan might hear them, wake up, see what they were doing. Marcy would die with embarrassment if that happened, she felt.

"That was fun, but I didn't win anything," Jerry said as he came back to them. "One more ride, Mother?"

"Jerry, it's very late," Marcy said.

"Oh, let him ride one more!" Susan said, running her hand through Jerry's hair. "It won't hurt. Besides, we're here to have fun. Let him knock himself out!"

Marcy and Susan sat and waited while he rode one more ride. Marcy wanted her son's cock so bad, she could feel her cunt twitching. When Susan leaned back on the bench and draped her arm over her shoulder, Marcy shivered. Even this lovely young woman's touch sent a wild heat to her cunt. She was so aroused by the time Jerry came back to them, she was sure it showed somehow. She wasn't looking forward to a restless night of frustration, sleeping in the same bed with Susan, while her son lay within reaching distance from her.

When Jerry pleaded to stay longer, Marcy was almost snappish with him. She didn't think she could remain in the park, not with her cunt throbbing and dripping into the crotch of her panties. Her legs were weak already, and she was saw her excitement could be seen by the way her braless tits strained at her thin blouse. Jerry pouted on the way back to the motel, the first time he had acted spoiled in a long time.

But as they reached the motel, he told his mother he was sorry for his behavior, and she hugged him as Susan opened the door to the room. When her son ran his hand over her curvy ass, she trembled. Jerry got in one quick squeeze of his mother's ass before Susan stepped into the room and turned on the light. Then he pulled away quickly, darting into the room and to the bathroom.

They could hear Jerry pissing – he had not closed the door completely.

"Ahhhh, that's music to my ears!" Susan chuckled, lying on one of the beds, her long, tanned thighs parted, her hands resting on her stomach.

"What is music?"

"Listening to Jerry take a piss," Susan giggled, writhing her tightly clad ass suggestively. "He never shuts the door all the way. Must be a habit."

Marcy had not noticed her son leaving the door open at home, and she wondered about his visits to Susan and his father's home on the weekends. Was it possible Susan was fucking Jerry?

"How about some cold drinks?" Marcy asked as Jerry came from the bathroom, zipping his pains. "There's a machine at the end of the hall. I'm kind of thirsty."

"Not for me," Susan said. "I'm for the shower."

"Want to come with me, Jerry?" Marcy asked. Her eyes lingered on the front of his pants.

"Sure, Mother," he agreed.

"I'll leave the door open," Susan said. "I don't think anyone will come to watch me shower!" She winked.

Marcy pulled her son from the room, afraid Susan would say something that would embarrass her again.

"I really don't want anything to drink, Jerry," Marcy said, looking around. "What I want is your cock, baby. I won't be able to sleep tonight if we don't get in one fuck!"

Jerry giggled and wrapped his arms about his mother's hips, cupping her ass through her skirt.

"That was fun when you jacked me off on that ride, Mother!"

Marcy giggled with him, reaching for his cock. There was a dark corner at the side of the ice machine. She pulled him toward it. "We have to hurry before someone comes out of a room, but I need it, darling!"

She opened his pants and pulled his cock out. With a few strokes, she had it very hard. Glancing around carefully, she squatted in front of him and pulled his cock into her mouth. Jerry moaned and held the back of his mother's head, humping his hips to fuck his cock back and forth. Marcy purred as she cupped his tight ass, pulling him forward to get his cock deep into her mouth.

The closing of a door made her freeze, his cock between her lips. She glanced from the corner of her eyes, but saw no one. Squeezing her son's ass inside his pants, she began to suck on his cock vigorously, twisting her lips and gurgling with pleasure.

But it wasn't in her mouth that she wanted his cock right now. She wanted it inside her bubbling, juicy cunt. She gave her son a few strong sucks, then lifted her head.

"I want it in my cunt, baby!" she whimpered, stroking his prick with a tight fist, nuzzling it with her cheek. "I want you to fuck me, Jerry! Fuck me now! I won't be able to sleep if you don't!"

She stood up, lifting her skirt to her waist. She jerked the crotch of her panties to one side, her bushy cunt exposed. Leaning back against the wall, she lifted one knee, holding it wide apart, her weight on one foot. "Now, baby. Hurry and fuck me!"

Jerry arched his hips, and his cock slithered into his mother's cunt easily. He only had to bend his knees slightly to get his cock inside her, and Marcy gasped with the penetration. She clutched her son's shoulder with one hand, trying to hold her knee up with the other. She was off balance, and her foot lifted high, bracing on her son's shoulder. Jerry shoved his hands to his mother's ass, and began to fuck fast and hard.

"Ooooh, yes, baby!" she moaned softly. "Ram it to me hard! Ahhh, fuck my hot cunt, darling! Oooohh, fuck Mother! God, does your cock feel good in my pussy!"

She was so wet, his cock made liquid sounds as he fucked up and down. She clawed at his shoulder, her other hand on the outside of her thigh and holding his hip. His cock slid in and out vigorously, the friction almost setting her cunt on fire. She humped her ass with him as best she could. The only thing holding her upright was her shoulders against the wall, her son's hands cupping her grinding ass.

"Oh, it's so good, Mother!" Jerry groaned. "You're so hot and wet for me, Mother! Ooooh, your cunt is tight! I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock, Mother!"

"Yes, baby! Mother's cunt is sucking your hard cock. Mother has a cock-sucking cunt just like her fucking, cock-sucking mouth! Ahhhh, ram it to me! Fuck me, Jerry! Ohhh, my baby, my baby… fuck that hairy, hot cunt!"

Marcy could feel her son's cock throb with the sensitive lips of her cunt. His cock seemed to fill her pussy so full, stretch her cunt lips, scrape her inflamed clit.

"God, this is crazy! Fucking against a wall and it's crazy and I love it and ohhhh, baby!"

She thrust her hips hard, grinding as her son fucked time and again. The roughness of his pants against her thighs didn't bother her. She didn't feel the scratching on her tender thighs. All she felt was his hard, hard cock throbbing as it slammed in and out of her overheated cunt.

Sliding her hand farther on her son's pumping hip, she gabbed his ass.

"Ohhh, hold me, baby!" she groaned, swallowing a scream. "Hold Mother's ass! God, I'm about to come, Jerry! Squeeze Mother's hot ass hard, and ram that cock up my fucking hot cunt! Oooohh I'm getting so close! I'm about to come so fucking hard, Jerry!"

"Me, too, Mother!" he groaned, burying his face into her covered tits. "Ohhh, I gotta let go my balls… oh, Mother, my balls!"

"Come, Jerry!" she hissed hotly. "Ohhh, baby, is so fucking thirsty for that come-juice! Give it to me, darling! Spurt it to Mother's cunt! Mother's cunt. Ohhh, God… I'm coming! Hold my ass! I'm coming!"

Jerry rammed his cock deeply, his mother's cunt gripping hg in those powerful waves of orgasm. He grunted loudly against her tits, his hands digging into her panties ass almost painfully.

With a grunt, he sent spurt after spurt of hot come-juice into his mother's greedy cunt. The spurting increased the rippling orgasm, and Marcy was shaking badly as they came. Slowly, her foot slipped off his shoulder and she leaned against the wall, gasping heavily, her legs trembling and threatening to collapse. Jerry hung his head on her shoulder, his cock dangling from his pants. Marcy felt his come-juice seeping from her cunt, running slowly along her thighs.

"Ohhh, that was wonderful!" she breathed, slipping her hand under her skirt and adjusting the crotch of her panties over her cunt so she wouldn't seep down to her knees. "Now I'll be able to sleep!"

Holding hands, they returned to the room. Marcy felt just a little bit guilty, but it didn't bother her at all.

Susan was under the sheets when they entered, still awake, fresh from her shower.

"You two must have drunk that machine dry," she said as Marcy and Jerry came in.

A slight flush crept over Marcy's cheeks as she hurried to the bathroom. It was only once she was there that she realized her suitcase was still in the room. She had forgotten to bring a nightgown. Sitting on the toilet, wondering how she could possibly spend the night next to Susan naked, or even with panties on, she found embarrassment returning to her.

"Mother, I gotta change into my pajamas," she heard her son call. "You gonna be much longer in there?"

Marcy took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked out. As soon as she was out of the bathroom, Jerry slipped in, closing the door.

"You're not getting ready for bed?" Susan asked.

"I forgot to bring a nightgown," Marcy said, her face pink.

"So what?" Susan laughed softly. "There's no one here but us girls."

"And Jerry," Marcy reminded Susan.

"Then undress fast and climb in before he comes out," Susan suggested.

"But… in my panties?"

"That's all I have on," Susan said, folding down the sheet on the side of the bed for Marcy. Her pink, pointed tits stood up nakedly. Susan was not at all embarrassed to expose her tits. Marcy glanced at them, then turned away quickly. With her back to Susan, she stripped her blouse and skirt off swiftly, then squealed and dove for the bed as the bathroom door opened. She jerked the sheet to her chin and peered at her son as he came out and climbed into his own bed.

"Turn out the light, baby," Susan said.

Marcy felt the creamy heat of Susan's naked thigh against her own, and she drew away. They both watched as Jerry got back out of his bed and walked to the door.

"Oh, my God!" Marcy gasped.

Susan giggled softly.

The fly of Jerry's pajama bottoms gaped, and his cock showed clearly. He didn't seem aware of it as he crossed the room again and climbed back into his bed. The room was dark. Shadows were clearly defined. Marcy could look across the few feet to her son's bed and see him. She lay as still as she could, as far from Susan's body as possible.