“Well, I am,” Marcy said.
“It’s just that, well, I need it, Marcy,” Susan said. “I need it more than I’m getting now, which is zilch. He keeps fucking his damned high school cunts and I don’t get anything. I mean, not even to suck his fucking cock. And, Marcy I have to confess, I love to suck a big hard cock.”
“Susan, I’d rather not discuss this on the…”
“I can come over,” Susan said quickly, cutting in.
“No!” Marcy said, a bit too loudly. “I mean, I’m busy today.”
But Susan was purring softly. “I’d love to feel you up again, Marcy. I really liked feeling your cunt. It’s so soft and moist. I bet your pussy has a real sweet taste to it. That’s it, Marcy,” Susan breathed. “I’ll try it. Although I’ve never kissed a cunt in my life, I’m so fucking horny now I’d suck your pussy good!”
“Susan, we should not be talking like this.” Marcy wanted to slam the phone down, but she pressed it to her ear, listening closely, feeling excitement starting in her body. With her back to her son, she bunched the cheeks of her ass, unaware that Jerry could see the movement in her dress.
“You wouldn’t have to do anything to me, Marcy,” Susan was saying. “I’d kiss you on your juicy cunt and use my own fingers to bring myself off. You could touch me if you wanted to; I wouldn’t mind. I’d like for you to fingerfuck me while I sucked on your soft, wet cunt!”
Marcy couldn’t understand any of this. Yet, there was a certain thrill to having her ex-husband’s wife wanting to do this with her. It would serve the bastard right, she felt. But she knew she would never do what Susan asked. She had done enough with her son, and she was determined it would never happen again, with Susan or Jerry.
Yet, after listening to the wanton suggestions Susan kept making over the phone, her cunt was drenched by the time she hung up. She looked shyly at her son as if he could see through her dress and panties, see that her pussy was wet. She saw his cock bulging in his tight jeans, and with a flush, she hurried from the room to the laundry room. She sorted laundry and filled the machine, trying to think of anything but what Susan had said and how hard her son’s cock was, what it had felt like fucking her only a few nights before. It was obvious Jerry wanted to fuck her again.
As she turned on the washing machine, she heard her son shuffling behind her. She became very still, still holding the dial on the machine, then she felt her body start to shake. She wanted to turn and look at her son, but she was afraid of what she would see. She had heard the soft snick of a zipper sliding, and just knew her son had his cock out of his pants.
Jerry had been watching his mother since he had caught his stepmother’s hand under her dress, and when he fucked his mother, it was the best thing to happen to him. He knew his mother was embarrassed about it, and he didn’t want her to feel that way.
Now, standing behind her, his cock out of his pants, his eyes gazing at the shape and swell of her rounded ass under her skirt, he could wait no longer. With his youthful innocence he figured if he could fuck his mother once, he had the right to fuck her again. He knew nothing about emotions, about his mother’s distaste with his father, of her sense of embarrassment. All he knew we his cock was hard, that his mother’s face and body made his cock hard, and he had fucked her once and he wanted to fuck her again. What his mother wanted never entered his mind.
Marcy trembled as she leaned against the washing machine. She knew Jerry was behind her, knew he had his cock out. She could hear his breathing clearly. She felt the desire to flee, to rush from the laundry room and lock herself in her room, stay away from her son, or at least his cock.
But she knew she wouldn’t run from him.
She would stand there, her back to him, and listen to him jack his cock, his excited breathing, her cunt bubbling with fiery wetness, her tits swollen and her clit knotted.
“Mother…”
“Hush, baby,” she whispered without turning around.
“Mother, I need…”
“I know what you need,” she replied. “But, Jerry, it’s not.”
She gasped loudly when she felt her son’s hand on her ass, squeezing it through her dress and panties.
“It’s very nice, Mother!” Jerry moaned behind her.
Marcy stopped breathing, her son running his hand over her ass, feeling it. His other hand came up and around her waist, then he was cupping one firm tit, still holding her ass with the other hand Marcy made a low a moaning sound her ass pushing back despite her effort to hold perfectly still.
When she felt her son lifting the back of her dress, she whimpered and leaned forward, eyes closed as a feverish shudder went through her. Jerry was going to fuck her again, and she couldn’t stop him. She felt her dress lifted to her waist, and she lowered her head, blushing hotly, holding herself up with her elbows on the washing machine.
Jerry gazed at his mother’s ass. Her panties were pink, cupping her shapely asschecks sweetly. He stared at her long thighs, his cock jerking up and down, dripping from his pisshole. He ran his hand over his mother’s ass, feeling it. Marcy cried out softly, her ass writhing despite her effort to be still. When he slipped his hand between her thighs, Marcy gave a strangled whimper. Jerry rubbed at her pantied cunt, breathing hard. She felt his cock rubbing at her upper thigh, leaving a trail of hot wetness on her flesh.
“Jerry… please. Jerry!” she cried.
She wasn’t sure she was pleading with him to stop or to hurry and shove his cock up her cunt.
“Mother, it feels so good!!” she heard him say behind her. “You feel awfully wet and hot. I like to touch it, Mother!”
“Oh, God!” Marcy sobbed, her cunt responding to his small hand. She felt her clit become painfully hard, and the hairy lips of her cunt seemed to swell like never before.
“Jerry!” she moaned, feeling him starting to slide her panties down. “Jer… please, baby!”
Jerry said nothing. He pulled his mother’s panties over her hips and down to her thighs, then he stood staring in awe at her naked ass. His cock jerked up and down, making him moan with hunger.
“It’s pretty, Mother!” he groaned, sliding his palm about her naked ass. “It so pretty and smooth!”
Marcy sobbed as her cunt sucked inward. She rested her head on her folded arms across the washing machine, her ass jutting out nakedly to her son. Both his hands fondled her ass, cupping her asscheeks, squeezing them, even sliding the edge of his hand up and down the hot split between them. One of his hands moved between her thighs, and Marcy found herself spreading her feet on the floor, shoving her ass to him.
She was very close to orgasm just from the way her son felt about her naked ass, and cunt. Her embarrassment was deep, yet it seemed to enhance her boiling excitement. It made Marcy wonder if being sexually embarrassed was the key to her responses.
“I wanna put it in, Mother!” Jerry moaned in a pleading voice behind her, working his fingers into her cunt. “Ooooh, I wanna put my cock in you so much, Mother!” His fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, and Marcy’s ass refused to be still. She wiggled it, twisting and moaning, keeping her flushed face hidden from him.
Before she could stop, words came tearing from her mouth.
“Do it! Do it, damn it!”
“Huh?” Jerry asked, surprised to hear what she said.
“God, do it if you have to!” Marcy hissed. “Put it in me and hurry up!”
She heard her son grunt with pleasure as he pulled his fingers from her pussy. She felt the head of his cock working toward her cunt, slipping up her thigh. She arched her ass to him, crying softly, but with a steaming hunger that made her mind spin.
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 grippe
d 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 comejuice up her cunt. She felt each squirt, each eruption of fuckjuice as it splashed along the silky walls of her greedy cunt. Each time her son squirted comejuice 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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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 fuckjuices 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.
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 pussyhair 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 pussyhair 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.
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