Kathy Andrews Collection, page 173
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 cunthair, her cuntlips 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.
Jerry pulled his face back an inch or so, looking up into his mother’s eyes. He kissed the inside of her smooth thigh, licking at her flesh and pushing his mouth again into her cunt. His right hand left her hip and moved past her shaking stomach. When he cupped one of her tits, squeezing it as he plunged his tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, Marcy let out a low, throaty scream of delight.
“You’ll make me come!” she gasped. “Oh, baby… are you trying to make Mother come this way?”
A muffled reply came from Jerry, his tongue sliding in and out of her cunt wickedly. He squeezed and cupped and stroked her tits, moving his right hand from one to the other, his left still gripping her trembling hip.
As thrilling as it had been when her son fucked her, Marcy realized there were many more thrills he could give her, wilder, hotter, and in ways she had considered perverse.
“Harder!” she urged, straining her cunt to his sucking mouth. “Oh, God, baby, suck harder! You’re going to have me coming… ahhh, this is very good, baby? Suck me… suck my pussy… oh, God, yes! Suck my cunt!”
The word startled her as it came from her mouth, but not for long.
“Eat it, darling!” she shouted, her words adding to her excitement. “Eat my cunt! Ohhh, my cunt, cunt, cunt! Lick Mother’s cunt! Mother’s hot, hot, wet, wet, hairy, hairy cunt! Cunt… oh, my yes! Cunt, cunt, cunt!”
Jerry fucked his tongue as far into his mother’s fiery cunt as he could, wiggling it about, drawing her fuckjuices into his mouth and swallowing them eagerly. He lapped along each puffy cuntlip, swirling his tongue through her soft cunthair, then about her swollen clit, only to fuck it back into her cunt again.
Marcy was out of her mind with ecstasy. She swung her ass about, holding her crotch up with her feet on the floor and her left arm behind her. She pushed at the back of her son’s head as hard as she could, trying to stuff his face into her pussy. The dam was broken now — Marcy no longer thought of what her son was doing to her as perverse. Anything that could feel this good couldn’t be perverse. How could any kind of pleasure be perverse?
“Ahhhh, darling, suck Mother’s cunt!” she cried out with her newly discovered passions. “Suck Mother’s cunt! Lick Mother’s pussy, Mother’s cunt, Mother’s snatch, Mother’s cunt! Ahhh, baby, tongue Mother’s cunt and make me come! Ohhh, you’re fucking my pussy with your tongue, Jerry! You’re fucking Mother in the hot cunt with your tongue, and baby. Mother loves it!”
“Shut up, for crying out loud!” Jerry snarled, his mouth full of pussyjuice. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Hold my ass!” Marcy shouted. “Oh, God… hold Mother’s ass tight! Grab Mother’s naked ass and suck Mother’s wet cunt!”
Taking her words literally, Jerry pulled his hand from her swollen tit and shoved them both underneath her ass. Cupping her firm, round asscheeks, he dove into her cunt and sucked frantically, his tongue everywhere, inside her, outside her, on her cunt and almost on her steamy asshole.
Squealing with rapture, Marcy fell back onto the bed, humping her cunt into her son’s face in a frenzy. She clawed at her tits, pulling at them almost painfully. Her face twisted from side to side as she squealed and shrieked in ecstasy.
“I’m about to come! Oh, Jerry you’re going to make Mother come! Fuck my cunt harder and faster and deeper and… ohhh, God! Suck my cunt and lick my cunt and eat my cunt and… oooohhhh!”
The convulsions struck suddenly.
The spasms of her hairy, juicy cunt grabbed for her son’s tongue, the rippling action of her pussy sucking at it. Marcy screamed loudly, smashing her legs about her son’s head, capturing his willing mouth into her cunt. She dug brutally into her tits as she came, her ass bucking up and down, smashing into Jerry’s hungry mouth wetly. The force of her orgasm threatened to blow Marcy apart, but it went on and on with contractions until it started to hurt.
“No more?” she pleaded, trying to push his face out of her crotch. “Please, darling, no more! Stop, baby! Ohhh, please don’t lick my pussy anymore!”
Jerry pulled his face out of his mother’s crotch, grinning up at her. His lower face glistened wetly, and he looked very proud of what he had done. Marcy cupped her pussy with one hand, very gently, feeling it pulsate. Her fuckjuices had dripped along the crack of her ass, making her asscheeks and her inner thighs slippery. Jerry was still cupping the cheeks of her ass, and he slowly pulled his hands away.
As he rested his chin on her bushy cunthair and looked up at his mother, his eyes shone.
“You said cunt, Mother,” he said. “You were yelling at me to suck your cunt and to lick your cunt and… oh, Mother! You were sure excited!”
“I guess I was,” she breathed, smiling down at him.
She felt a flush start to develop over her face, and fought it off. She was determined never again to feel embarrassment. How she had lived so long without knowing how much fun this could be, she didn’t know. Why, there wasn’t anything wrong with using your mouth at all, she thought. It was fantastic the way her son had sucked her cunt, making her come so strongly. How she could have thought using a mouth was distasteful, Marcy just didn’t know.
Again she remembered what Susan had said a few days ago: “Something about tasting a pussy on his cock excited me.”
Those were Susan’s exact words, she recalled. And Jerry had fucked her before she bathed, and he had not showered yet, she remembered. The scent and taste of her cunt would still be on his cock.
Marcy pulled her legs to the bed, lying on her side, her mind reeling with what she was thinking about. Other girls did it, she told herself. Other girls seemed to enjoy it. At least Susan enjoyed it. That was what Susan told her tasting a pussy on a cock was exciting.
“Jerry,” she whispered. “Stand up for Mother.”
Jerry stood, his cock jutting out with raging hardness, his cockhead swollen smooth. She watched a bead of fuckjuice form on his little slit of a pisshole. She looked at her son’s balls, seeing how full they looked. The scanty fuzz at the base of his cock seemed to her very exciting. Her ex-husband had beep very, very hairy, almost concealing his big balls. She had not liked so much hair.
Jerry stood up proudly, showing his hard-on to his mother as if it was his most precious treasure. And it was, Marcy felt. While her son stood looking down at her, Marcy moved her face closer to his cock. For a moment she almost blacked out. Then she caught the scent of him. She breathed in deeply, the odor of his cock and her cunt sending a wanton shiver about her naked flesh.
“Are you gonna put it in your mouth, Mother?” Jerry asked, shifting from foot to foot with eagerness.
Marcy cupped his young balls, feeling how hard they were, the heat of them. She nodded her head, her eyes glittering as she ran her tongue over her lips.
“I want to taste you, too, darling,” she whispered softly.
“I want to see what you… your cock, tastes like! Oh, yes, your beautiful cock, baby! You’re so hard, your beautiful cock!”
She squeezed his prick, watching his cockhead bulge bigger. His pisshole opened, fuckjuices seeping from it. She was still on her side at the edge of the bed, and feeling lewd again. She lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and revealing her cunt to her son, knowing now how much visual stimulation could excite him. Jerry looked down at his mother’s exposed cunt, leaning over slightly and running his hand along her fiery, hairy cuntlips.
“Mmmnmm!” Marcy purred and twisted her ass while she stroked his cock a few times. She moved her face closer to him, and inhaled the scent, thinking Susan had been finding the smell of cunt on a cock was exciting.
Jerry pushed his fingers into his mother’s cunt, and Marcy made a low gurgling sound deep in her throat, squeezing his cock hard at the base.
Jerry gasped.
Boiling comejuice gushed from his prick, splashing into Marcy’s face.
She sucked in her breath, jerking back in surprise.
“Ohhh, baby!” she moaned. “So fast, darling!”
“I can’t help it, Mother!”
“I know!” Marcy whimpered, and began to jack her son’s cock fast, making the spewing comejuice squirt rapidly. She moved her face closer and let her son spray into it. The wet heat of his comejuice splattering her face sent tremors of excitement through her. When he started coming, Jerry pushed his fingers deep into his mother’s cunt, and Marcy almost came again.
Comejuice dripped on her face.
She clutched her son’s cock tightly, feeling it pulsate. Jerry’s hips pumped back and forth as he came, groaning softly. His comejuice splashed on her forehead, the tip of her nose, one cheek. Marcy made soft gasping sounds as she jacked him off, her eyes glazed with passion, watching his pisshole spurt.
When her face was drenched, he stopped coming. Marcy was disappointed. She wanted her son to come and come and keep coming. Feeling him come into her face was exciting, and she found nothing perverse about that, either. She wasn’t even embarrassed, which delighted her.
The head of his cock was slippery with fuckjuices, and she pulled it to her tit, smearing his pisshole on her rigid nipple. She rubbed her son’s cock about the silky flesh of her tit until it gleamed wetly. Then she lifted it upward, shoving the tip of her tongue from her lips. She placed her tongue on the underside of her son’s cock, tasting his comejuice. She slowly dragged her tongue up to his pisshole, wiggling it there, her dark eyes flashing up at his delighted face.
“I came too fast, Mother,” he panted. “I didn’t mean to do it in your face. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” Marcy purred. “It was fun, baby. I’ve never had a cock come off in my face before, but you can do it any time you want, I suppose I’m a mess, with your comejuice dripping off my cheeks, but I don’t give a… a big fuck!”
Jerry giggled. “I don’t if you don’t, Mother. I mean, give a big fuck!”
Marcy laughed softly, wrapping her arm about her son’s naked hip and clutching his ass, burying her face into his cock and balls, nuzzling there and mewling softly. The feel of a cock and balls in her face wasn’t anywhere as bad as she thought it would be. On the contrary, it was good, felt very good to have them in her face.
CHAPTER FIVE
The telephone was ringing again, and Jerry started to pickup the extension at her bedside.
“Fuck it,” Marcy said, stopping him. “Let the fucking thing ring!”
Jerry drew his hand back. “Right! Let the fucking thing ring!”
They began to laugh as Jerry fell over his mother’s naked body. Clutching each other, delighted in themselves, they rolled and wrestled playfully about the bed, messing the sheets and not caring. They grabbed at each other, Jerry for his mother’s tits, her creamy ass, her bushy cunt. Marcy for her son’s ass, his cock and balls. They hugged and kissed like two eager, hotassed teenager’s discovering a cunt and cock for the first time. The telephone soon stopped ringing, and Marcy, on her back, flung her arms and legs wide open, looking up at her son between her thighs.
“I’m yours,” she said. “Do what you want with me.”
Her eyes twinkled happily.
“Really, Mother?” Jerry asked, grinning down. “I can really do what I wanna do with you?”
“Anything,” Marcy whispered.
“But I thought…” Jerry stopped, turning his eyes away.
“What did you think?” she asked, feeling suspicious.
“I heard things, Mother,” he said, obviously not wanting to go on.
“Tell me what things, and where you heard them,” Marcy insisted.
“Aw, Mother,” Jerry said, rolling off her and lying at her side. “I don’t wanna get anyone in trouble.”
“You’ve been listening to your father, haven’t you?” Marcy said. “He’s been saying things about me, hasn’t he?”
“I guess so,” Jerry replied. “I don’t believe the things he says, Mother.”
“What has he said?” Marcy insisted. “Tell me, Jerry.”
“Just that you weren’t a very good wife, that’s all.”
“It was more than that, honey,” Marcy said. “I know your father very well.”
“You won’t let him know I told you?”
“Of course not,” she promised.
“He said you were a cold person,” Jerry said. “He said you didn’t know how to make a man happy.”
“That was all?”
Jerry nodded. “But Susan told him to shut up, Mother. She won’t listen to him when he talks bad about you.”
Marcy thought back to the other day and what Susan had told her. It was very unusual for a stepmother to stand up for a boy’s real mother, she knew. But what Susan had told her, what Susan had almost done to her, in fact did do to her made her come by touching the crotch of her panties, made Marcy realize Susan wasn’t the stereotype stepmother after all.
“What does your stepmother think about me?” Marcy asked, knowing she was putting her son on the spot.
