“She thinks you’re nice, Mother,” Jerry said. “She told me you’re the nicest woman she’s ever known. She really likes you. Are you gonna go to the amusement park with us next weekend, Mother? Please, come with us!”
“Your father wouldn’t like me there.”
“He won’t be with us,” Jerry reminded her. “It will be just you and me and Susan.”
The idea of spending the weekend with her son and Susan appealed to Marcy. The only thing wrong with it that she could see was the distance they would have to drive. They would have to stay overnight, and being so close to her son without touching him, playing with his cock, getting fucked by him, would be hard on her, but at least she would be with him and not alone.
“I’ll have to discuss it with Susan,” she said finally.
Jerry hugged her tightly, kissing her tit. “Are you gonna wash your face, Mother?”
“No, I don’t think so. Not yet, anyway,” Marcy said, running her tongue over her lips. “I like to feel your comejuice on my face.”
Her hand moved to his cock, and when she held it, he began to turn hard again.
“Do you always get hard so fast?” she asked, squeezing his cock. “I like that!”
In her mind she was thinking about what his father had told him. She was not that way at all, she said to herself. She was not cold and she had just proved it to her son. She could make a man happy. She had made her son happy. Her determination increased and she wanted Jerry to know his father was telling him lies. There was only one way she knew how to prove it to Jerry.
“Sit on my stomach, baby!” she said, her voice going husky. She pulled at his cock. “Sit on Mother’s stomach and let me play with your cock and balls. I bet I can have you coming again real soon!”
“I like to come, Mother!” He giggled, straddling her stomach, his knees in her armpits.
Marcy felt his hot ass on her flesh. His balls touched her ribs and his cock pointed toward her face. She pressed his cock against her skin, and Jerry twisted his ass. She felt the heat of his young ass on her body, and she wrapped one hand around him, urging him to scoot upward toward her face.
“Lift up a minute,” she whispered.
Jerry lifted, and Marcy adjusted one of her nipples.
“Sit down on Mother’s titty,” she mewled. She felt her son’s hot asshole on her nipple as he sat, almost flattening her tit. His cock was half hard, and she lowered her chin to her neck. She found she could kiss the head of his cock as he sat on her tit. She kissed it, then ran her tongue out to lick at his little pisshole. Jerry watched her, his eyes taking on a gleam of delight. Lifting her head, Marcy closed her hot lips around the head of her son’s cock, sucking it.
The taste was strange, but she found it exciting. His smooth cockhead between her lips and her tongue sent a shiver through her.
She had not tasted a cock before, and she wondered what had taken her so long to do it. She tasted his comejuice lingering on his pisshole, and wrapped her arms about his hips, drawing him up. She slipped her lips along the shaft of her son’s cock, feeling them tingle and stretch. Her tongue pushed his cock to the roof of her mouth, and then his cockhead brushed at her throat. Her lips pressed against the base, and her eyes rolled in wanton dreaminess.
She began to make soft purring sounds as she sucked up and down, sliding her lips on her son’s cock. She tasted the juices dripping from his pisshole again, and to her delight, she liked the taste.
“Mmmmm, delicious?” she purred as she pulled her mouth off his cock. “You really taste good, baby! Your cock has a very good taste, hot and hard and you’re dripping. See how you drip?”
She licked a bead of fuckjuice off his pisshole with her tongue, giggling lewdly.
Jerry lifted his hips, urging his mother to suck his cock. But Marcy was in a playful mood, pleased with herself. She lapped at the throbbing shaft of his cock, tickling his hairless balls with the tip of her tongue. When Jerry tried to push his cock into her mouth, she turned her head to one side, giggling wickedly as it slipped along her cheek and to her ear. Before he pulled back, she grabbed at his balls with her mouth, and sucked, them in.
“Ohhh, Mother!”
“Mmmmm!” she mewled, looking up at his twisting face as she sucked his balls, his cock throbbing so hotly on her cheek. She licked and sucked hard, her lips burning. The taste of his balls in her mouth sent a rippling sweetness through her cunt. She pressed her thighs together, then spread them open again, then pressed them together again. She cupped her son’s ass with both hands, pulling his crotch into her face. Jerry slipped his knees along her head, and Marcy let his balls go.
Her tongue flicked past them and wiggled at the crack of his ass. Jerry’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat.
“I’m so horrible!” Marcy murmured with her face in his crotch. “But I love it!”
His balls were on her nose, his cock on her forehead. Instinctively, with her cunt on fire again, Marcy probed her son’s asshole with her tongue, licking at his assring, circling it, pressing the tip of her tongue at the pucker. She pulled his asscheeks open, and closed her open lips around his asshole, and began to suck it.
“Mother!” Jerry gasped.
Marcy couldn’t believe she was doing this. A few days ago she would not have put her mouth on any cock, and here she was sucking on her son’s asshole! Maybe she couldn’t believe it, but she knew how much excitement she was feeling!
Jerry began to twist his ass in her face, staring down at her. All he could see was the top of his mother’s head, but he could feel what her tongue was doing to his asshole. His cock throbbed with a tight hardness, and it was dripping in her hair. He pushed at his cock with a hand, smashing it onto her nose and forehead. Marcy moaned in pleasure and with a muffled squeal, suddenly fucked her tongue into her son’s whole. Jerry gave a yelp, twisting his ass into her face.
“Mother! What are you doing to me? Ooooh, that’s nice, Mother!”
Marcy ran her tongue up her son’s tight asshole, fucking it as deep as she could, her lips burning about the crinkle. She pushed up on his ass, pulling her tongue out. “I’m sucking your fucking hot asshole, that’s what I’m doing, baby!”
And she began to tonguefuck her son up his hot asshole swiftly again, moaning and twisting her mouth into the crack of his ass.
“You’ll make me come again?” he warned. Marcy ignored his words and stabbed her tongue up and down, lifting her head from the bed to put her mouth tighter into his ass. She loved the way his little asshole clung to her tongue. She mouthed him wetly, making low sobs of ecstasy in her throat, writhing her naked ass on the mussed-up sheets of the bed.
“Mother, suck me!” Jerry howled.
Enraptured by what she was doing to her son, Marcy fucked her tongue in and out of his crinkling, fiery asshole, feeling his balls become hotter on her nose, his cock throbbing deliciously on her forehead. She knew her son would be getting ready to come, yet she didn’t want to take her tongue out of his asshole. The way his asshole clung to her tongue, the way it puckered and gripped, amazed Marcy. The very idea that she had her tongue up an asshole, her son’s asshole, was enough to drive her wild. Her cunt never felt so hot, so wet!
Moaning in a mindless way, she ran her tongue as deep as she could, sucking feverishly about the pucker of his asshole. Jerry was twisting his ass into his mother’s face, gasping and groaning as his cock jerked about, still dripping into her hair. Marcy arched her hips into the air, the cheeks of her creamy ass bunched tightly, her legs open. Her clit was pulsating painfully. The swelling feel of an orgasm was boiling inside her cunt.
Then, Marcy was coming. She moaned loudly into her son’s asshole as her cunt convulsed, her hips jerking, her ass beating up and down on the bed. She came very strongly, yet her tongue fucked in and out of her son’s whole swiftly, stabbing, sucking. It was hard for her to believe she was coming this way. No one was touching her cunt — she was coming because she was sucking her son’
s asshole!
The strength of her orgasm grew until Marcy could hardly stand it. She smashed her thighs together, crossing her legs, crying out with her lips hard upon Jerry’s asshole. A sigh came from her as the spasms slowed, and although her cunt was still pulsating, it felt very good and not as painful.
“You came, Mother!” Jerry groaned. “You really came, didn’t you?”
Marcy’s tongue slipped from her son’s asshole, and she tilted her head, dragging it over his fiery, young balls. Her eyes smoldered wetly as his cock pulled from them, leaving a trail of fuckjuice on her forehead.
“God, I sure did come!” she breathed, grinning widely up at her squatting son. “You’d never believe how hard I came, darling!”
“You gotta suck me now?” Jerry panted, his cock rubbing along her nose. “You just gotta suck me off now, Mother!”
“Mmmmm, I know!” she purred happily as his cock dragged downward. She kissed his hard cockshaft as it slipped along her lips, the tip of her tongue flicking at it. “Give your cock to me. Mother will suck it off now!”
Jerry lifted slightly, and Marcy opened her mouth. Looking up at his expectant face, she moved a hand over his thigh and pushed down on his cock. His cockhead burned between her lips as she pulled it in. Jerry, looking down at her mouth, moaned in delight, his eyes glazed slightly. Marcy purred around her son’s cock as she tasted herself on it. She understood, now, what Susan had meant. Sucking Jerry’s cock while the scent and taste of her cunt lingered on it was delicious!
Jerry was almost sitting on her tits again, and Marcy had to hold her head up to suck him, gliding her lips back and forth. It was an awkward position far her, and it made her neck tired in a short time. But Jerry leaned over her, his hands on the bed above her head, lifting to his knees, watching between them. Marcy gave a soft whimper and wrapped her arms about his hips, cupping the tightness of his young ass. When Jerry pushed his cock down, Marcy swallowed it joyfully.
On his hands and knees above her face, Marcy now bobbed her mouth up and down on her son’s cock, gripping his ass. The feel of his cock was hot and hard on her tingling lips. The pleasure she felt by having his cock in her mouth was strange, but Marcy knew she loved it there.
“Ahhhh, that’s good, Mother!” Jerry gasped, humping his ass with her mouth. “Your mouth is hot and wet and… ohhh, what you can do with your tongue!”
His comments delighted her. Marcy wasn’t sure how to suck a cock that would best please him. She was gliding her lips up and down by instinct, knowing that that had to be the way to suck cock. Her tongue moved and flicked and tasted because she wanted it that way, not because she knew that was how to suck a cock.
As her son’s plunging movements grew, she found it more relaxing to let her head rest on the bed, and allowed her son to fuck up and down. The image flitted through her mind that she was being fucked in her mouth, fucked as if her mouth was her cunt. The sliding heat of his hard cock on her lips and tongue made her shiver, and she gripped his bouncing, naked ass tighter, urging him to fuck into her mouth. She mewled, liking the feel of his cock in her mouth.
She had to swallow often, mostly because his cock dripped a lot, but her mouth kept watering up, too. That made her think about when her son came. What would it be like, she wondered, feeling his cock squirt into her mouth? How would it taste? Would she enjoy his cock gushing into her mouth? Could she swallow that hot, thick load of his comejuice?
“Ooooh, Mother, I love this!” Jerry whined, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her… “This feels so good, Mother! Ahhh, my cock is so hard!”
The wet sounds of his cock throbbing up and down between her lips created renewed heat in Marcy’s cunt. The insides of her long thighs were drenched with her fuckjuices, slippery. She felt her fuckjuices on the curves of her ass, even in her asscrack. Jerry’s cock smashed down, her lips at the base. She wondered if her mouth would be bruised, and realized she didn’t mind if they were.
Crazily, Susan kept flashing in and out of her mind. She kept feeling Susan’s hand on her thigh, on her cunt outside her panties. She could almost feel Susan’s fingers sliding along the fiery, fuzzy slit of her cunt, agitating her clit. The stronger the mental image became, the more greedily she sucked on her son’s, cock. She clutched at Jerry’s bobbing ass, holding his asscheeks in her palms and pulling him down, the head of his cock brushing into her throat. She didn’t choke when that happened, much to her surprise. The dripping juices of his prick ran past her tongue and to her throat, creating a slight, but very delicious, burning feeling.
“Ohhhh, Mother, Mother!” Jerry groaned, humping faster. “It’s almost like fucking your cunt! I love getting sucked, Mother! Ooooh, I bet you suck better than any mother in the whole fucking world!”
Marcy made a throaty sound and started lifting her head as her son came down, smashing her lips at the base, and pulling back when he lifted. His cockhead almost came out of her mouth a couple of times, but she was fast with her lips. She no longer wondered what would happen when her son came — her excitement was such that she wasn’t going to let him go when he came, no matter what. Maybe she would choke and gag on his hot comejuices, but she was not going to let his cock out of her mouth until it happened.
Jerry was groaning loudly now, humping up and down, his cock stabbing with fury swiftly into her mouth. Marcy felt his cock grow harder yet, the throbs more powerful. There was an increase in the dripping, and her mouth seemed to fill with fuckjuices until she wondered if he was coming. She gulped his fuck-fluids down, darting her mouth up and down to the beating of his cock, her fingers clawing at his naked ass. His balls banged upon her chin as he rammed inward. Jerry was using her mouth as if it were her cunt, and Marcy was greedily taking it.
“Mother! Ohhhh, Mother!” Jerry wailed. “I’m about to come! Ohhh, I think I’m gonna come so fucking hard! Suck, mother, suck!”
Marcy sucked. She sucked as if her life depended on his cock. Jerry was thrusting into her mouth frantically, the head of his cock almost sliding down her throat. She clung to his ass, determined to hold his cock in her mouth as he came, no matter what. She had refused to suck her ex-husband’s cock, but she was devouring her son’s, sucking at him mindlessly, ravenously. She sucked on her son’s cock as if her very life depended on it, depended on what his hot balls had to offer her.
Jerry cried out, running his cock deep into his mother’s mouth. She felt his ass tighten in her hands.
Then her mouth was filling.
Squirt after squirt of his boiling comejuice splashed and burned into her throat. Marcy’s eyes opened with surprise, then closed again.
She dug hard into his asscheeks, holding him down, his cock spurting into her mouth. Marcy swallowed, at first to keep from choking. But as the hot taste of his comejuice flooded her mouth, she began to suck him feverishly because she loved it. Her throat worked swiftly to swallow, but he came too much. His creamy fuckjuice seeped past her lips and around the corners of them, running over her cheeks. She struggled to swallow it all, but he came too much and too fast for her inexperienced mouth and throat.
CHAPTER SIX
The phone was ringing again, but the sound seemed to come from a long ways off.
Jerry lifted his cock from his mother’s mouth, sprawling alongside her head, gasping for air. Marcy lay on her back, her mouth dripping come juice, her eyes open wonderingly. She was very pleased with herself, just as her son had been when he sucked and licked on her pussy. She ran her tongue about her lips slowly, finding them slightly bruised. She tasted his comejuice and licked it from her lips to swallow it. Her mouth had an unexpected pleasant taste. She wiped at her cheeks with her fingers, then licked them.
“Mmmmm,” she mewled softly, turning her head and kissing at her son’s cock tenderly. “You’re nice, baby. You tasted very good!”
“That fucking phone!” Jerry said, trying out his words. “That fucking phone is about to ring off the fucking table, Mother.”
“I suppose we better answer the fucking thing!” She grinned up at him. “We can’t have the fucking thing ring off the fucking table, can we?”
She flipped over with her back to her son and pulled the phone to her.
As she spoke into it, she felt her son rubbing his limp cock up and down the crack of her naked ass. Shoving her ass to him, she heard Susan’s voice on the phone.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you, Marcy,” Susan said. “Didn’t Jerry say I called?”
“He told me,” Marcy replied, “but I got busy and forgot to call you back.”
“It isn’t important,” Susan said. “Did Jerry mention this coming weekend?”
“Well? Would you like to go with us?” Susan said. “You know Brad won’t be with us. It would be just you and I and Jerry. I’m sure our son, would love to spend the day with the two of us.”
“It’s such a long trip, Susan,” Marcy answered. “We’d have to stay overnight.”
“What’s wrong with that? We could cut our expenses by sharing a room.”
That was exactly what Marcy didn’t want. Sharing a room with Susan would prevent her from fucking Jerry, and she wasn’t sure she could spend the whole weekend so close to him without getting her hands on his lovely young cock.
“Well, how about it, Marcy?” Susan asked. “I’ll have to think about it,” Marcy said, feeling her son placing his cock into the crack of her ass.
She bunched her asscheeks, squeezing the head his cock. His cockhead rested upon the pucker of her asshole, feeling strange there. She pushed back at him, shoving a hand over her lips to his and drawing him close. Jerry pushed at her ass, reaching around to cup one of her tits. Marcy moaned softly, unable to stop the sound.
“Something wrong?” Susan asked.
“No, no!” Marcy said quickly.
Jerry had pulled his cock away and was kissing down her smooth back, his tongue exciting her. Marcy was having difficulty keeping her voice level. She swatted at her son but missed. Jerry giggled and pushed his face down until he was kissing at the swells of her ass. Marcy twisted her ass when she felt his hot, wet tongue licking her silky asscheeks.
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