She couldn't believe her son had a hard-on close to her this way, but there it was, throbbing away as he pressed against her. Marcy's first thought was to push her son away, make him go to bed. But then she felt that thrill in her stomach again, and her resolve to shove him away faded. She didn't know why she was reacting this way to her son, or the way she had reacted to the gentle touch of Susan's hand on her cunt, but she was, and it felt good.

She gasped when she felt her son's small hand slide up her body, his fingertips barely touching the curve of her tit. She found her breath caught in her throat when her son moved his finger against her tit, and at the same time pressed more firmly at her hip. She could feel his cock throbbing through the sheet and her gown.

"Jer…" she whispered throatily.

He didn't answer, sneaking his fingers up over the curve of her tit and rubbing very slowly at her hip with his cock.

"Jer… darling," she tried again.

A low moan came from her son, and his palm cupped her tit.

Marcy froze, not daring to breathe.

This couldn't be happening, she told herself. But her son was holding her tit. He wasn't squeezing or moving his hand, just holding it cupped about the firm roundness. And his cock, so hard, was pushing at her hip. The only thing between them was the thin sheet and her gown. She was certain his robe was open, his cock showing.

She could hear Jerry's breathing, feel it hot on her flesh. He was almost panting as he very carefully pushed his throbbing hard-on against her, and she felt a very slight squeeze on her tit. Marcy lay still, fighting the shivers running about her flesh. The light was on, and her eyes were open, but she saw nothing. Moisture seeped from her cunt and into the crotch of her panties, her clit swelling quickly. She felt a burning lurch between her legs, and bunched the cheeks of her ass tightly, a very low moan bubbling from her throat.