She was cutely aware of her son's cock, of the hardness of it, the heat burning through the sheet, and the crazy thought flitted through her mind that his cock could blister her flesh because it felt so hot. She squeezed her thighs tightly, yet trying to be as still as she could, not wanting her son to know the effect he was having on her. She was just as surprised at her own reactions as she was by his. Marcy had never been that erotic, yet there were changes, sudden changes, coming over her mind and body.

She trembled, the movement obvious to her son.

"Mother…" she heard Jerry's voice, oddly husky, a tone she had never heard from him before. She recognized it as the sound her ex-husband used to make when he wanted some pussy.

Marcy knew she should stop him, move his hand from her tit, push him away so she wouldn't feel his cock against her. Yet she couldn't. All she could do was lie stiffly, shaking. Jerry didn't say anything more.

But he was pressing harder against her hip, and the rubbing of his cock was more pronounced. She felt his small hand squeeze tentatively at her tit. When she didn't say anything or brush his hand away, Jerry became bolder. He squeezed her tit tightly, her nipple bulging into his palm. Marcy held her breath, feeling the rippling excitement in her body, an excitement that was totally new to her. She had never really enjoyed having her tits fondled or felt, yet there was no way she could deny this sudden, unexpected pleasure she now felt.

She felt her son's lips on her neck, kissing her lightly, and his hand was moving on her tit. He felt it, then slowly slipped his hand to the other tit. Marcy was holding her breath until her lungs were ready to burst, afraid to move or speak.

She was shaking violently now, one hand wrapped about her son's shoulders, the other at her side, fist clenched. Her cunt seemed on fire, as if a match had been pressed against it, but not a burning pain – it was a fantastically erotic burning.