Kathy Andrews - Jerry_s hot mothers

Every time Susan came to pick up Jerry for his weekend visit, Marcy still couldn't believe how young she looked.

"Are you certain you're twenty-one, Susan?" Marcy asked as she looked at the slender blonde woman.

Susan nodded, smiling. "I know, I look sixteen," Susan said. "Everyone tells me that. But really, I'm twenty-one."

If Marcy didn't know better, she would think Susan was lying. Not only was her face that fresh-scrubbed, unblemished golden color of a sixteen-year-old girl, but her body seemed that way, too.

Every time she was near Susan, Marcy felt old. Old at thirty, she thought with a frown. Susan was her ex-husband's new wife, and Marcy felt somewhat jealous. Not that he had remarried, but because of Susan's youthful looks. And Susan was usually dressed the part of a sixteen-year-old. Today she wore very tight shorts, stark white, with a pale pink blouse. It was obvious Susan was naked under her blouse those two rigid nipples bored against the thin material as if they were fully exposed.

Susan had a beautiful body, and was not the least bit ashamed of it. Her hair, the color of rich honey, shined in waving glory below her shoulders, and she had huge, sparkling blue eyes, a wide, full mouth, and a delicious habit of crinkling her nose when she laughed, which was often. Her skin looked silky smooth with the golden tan. Her waist was quite small, and her hips rounded out in a way that Marcy knew made men drool. The tight shorts Susan had on seemed to be made for her rounded, swelling, exquisitely tight ass. And those legs, so long and perfectly shaped.

Marcy lowered her dyes and saw the slight bulge of Susan's cunt against the tight crotch. She looked for a panty line, but there was none, making her believe Susan was naked under her shorts, too.

Although Marcy was just as beautiful, just as slender, just as rounded and unblemished as Susan, she was hardly aware of it. In fact, Marcy was seldom aware of her body or her face. She had never been concerned with them they were presentable, and that was all she cared about. Her hair was a rich, dark brown, but like Susan, her eyes were blue. She, too, had a wide, full mouth and a straight nose. Her own tits were slightly fuller, bigger, but not by much. Whereas Susan's tits seemed pointed, Marcy's were rounded, but they were just as firm. Her own hips and legs would not take a back seat to Susan, either. Nor would her ass. But Marcy was unaware of this.

"I can well see why Brad married you," Marcy said without envy. "He always did seem to like his women younger than me."

"It's not all roses, Marcy," Susan said. "In fact, he seems bored with me all the time, now."

"But you've only been married a year," Marcy said.

"I know," Susan replied. "It was a mistake, I suppose. He was fine at first, but he seems to have other interests, lately."

"Oh, he does? How young are these interests?" Marcy couldn't help asking.

"You know, don't you?" Susan said.

"I've known a long time," Marcy replied. "He's into high school girls now, and I mean into them, literally."

Marcy thought back to her marriage to Brad. He had complained almost from day one about her lack of enthusiasm when it came to his cock, Marcy knew she had not been adventurous, daring. She knew of her shyness, how embarrassed it made her when he wanted to put her into different positions to fuck her, or the times he pleaded to have his cock sucked. She thought of his attempts to arouse her into wild ecstasy by licking her cunt. There had been a few times, a very few times, when she had come close to orgasm during those times his tongue had been inside her pussy, but then her shyness would take over and the feeling would go away.

Brad wanted more from a woman than Marcy could give him, and it ruined the marriage.

"I thought everything was great with you two," Marcy said as she turned to look at Susan. Susan sat on the opposite end of the couch, her long legs crossed. She looked down, a little sad. Marcy felt for the lovely young woman, understanding their mutual problem concerning Brad. "I don't suppose I should tell you, but when you married him, he used to call me up and gloat, brag about how good you were in bed, that you gave him what he always wanted and how I was so cold and everything."

"I've heard about you, too," Susan said. "I found it very hard to believe the things he said. I can't imagine any woman being so icy, Marcy."

Marcy felt a warm flush on her face. She had never been comfortable talking about sex, especially with a man. She could discuss it with a woman only a little better.

"It isn't that I'm so cold," Marcy heard herself saying. "It was I don't know. He wanted things from me that I couldn't do."

"I know," Susan answered in her breathless voice that seemed so good to hear.

"You do those things for him, he told me," Marcy went on. "He would call and brag, giving me all the details. Why, I don't know."

"I know why," Susan said. "I was in bed with him most of the times he called you. I heard."

"Didn't it embarrass you, listening to him say those things about you?"

"Oh, no," Susan smiled warmly. "I'm not easily embarrassed, as you probably know. In fact, if you want the truth, listening to him sort of made me more excited."

Marcy wasn't sure she liked the turn in the conversation. She wasn't sure she should talk this way with her ex-husband's wife. Yet, to her surprise, she felt an odd little tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, a feeling like going over the top hump in a roller coaster. The last time she had felt such a thrill had really been on a roller coaster when she was thirteen.

Susan was looking at her in a strange way, and Marcy found she couldn't keep eye contact. Still, she glanced up to see Susan's eyes, then looked quickly again to her lap. She was in a skirt and summer sweater, despite the heat. She seldom wore shorts, especially the revealing type Susan wore.

"Marcy, can I be honest with you?" Susan asked.

Marcy wasn't certain she wanted this, but she nodded her head.

"He's driving me crazy, Marcy," Susan said in a half-whisper. "I'm not getting any, if you know what I mean. He's always either out with one of his high school girls, or he's telling me about them. He loves to talk to me about them, being really graphic."

"I know, I've been there," Marcy said, feeling the thrill in the pit of her stomach increase.

"We would be in bed, and he would want to call you," Susan went on, "and I'd be between his legs, with my face there, or straddling him, and he would talk to you that way and I'd get so excited so very excited, listening."

Marcy flushed, watching Susan rock her foot. Something was making her listen, drawing her to Susan. Marcy didn't know what it was, didn't understand it, but she was almost breathless as she listened. The only other person in her life she had heard talk this way was Brad, and all that had done was chill her. Yet, hearing this exquisite blonde girl talking that way was doing something to her emotions.

It was some time before Marcy realized that Susan was becoming very explicit.

"I'd have his cock in my pussy, bouncing up and down, really loving it, and listening to him tell you the positions I'd get into for him, and I would come so hard! You wouldn't believe how fantastic I would come!"

"I Susan, are you sure you should be talking about this to me?" Marcy blushed. "I mean, a man and his wife should you know, keep those things secret."

"But I don't mind, Marcy," Susan replied, smiling and rocking her foot faster. "It's easy to talk to you, and I've wanted to talk to someone for so long."