The cock was about two and half feet from her, level with her face. Julie made a soft whimpering sound in her throat as her mouth became watery. She couldn’t help it. Her mouth always became watery when she saw a cock. It had been that way, at least, with her husband. Sometimes she wondered if anything was seriously wrong with her because of that…
She had married her husband knowing next to nothing about cock or fucking. He was the first to fuck her, and she had found what she had been missing. She had surprised them both with the violence of her orgasms, something they had delighted in. Julie came very, very easily. Within a week of her wedding, she found she could make herself come in a variety of ways: swinging her crossed knee, pressing her thighs together, and even fantasizing about hard cock.
Her husband had found it terrific, and often helped her. At his suggestion, they would dress and go out for dinner, but Julie would be totally naked under her dress. While eating in a nice place, her husband would whisper that some man was looking at her, that the man could see under her dress, and Julie would stare in a glassy expression, and come time and again.
But the strangest way she came was in bed with her husband. He would begin telling her an erotic story, with her as the main character. Julie would begin coming, and the more her husband built on the story, the more she came. Quite often she would thrash about in bed, clawing at her tits, or her cunt, squealing with orgasms. She didn’t have to touch her cunt during those times, but her hands usually found it eventually.
Her husband had enjoyed those episodes as much as she had, although he never came until getting is cock into her. Then he would fuck her with a brutal wildness that left her breathless and exhausted, radiant with rapture.
The first time she wok her husband’s cock into her mouth had sent shock waves through her slender body. She had been resting her head on his stomach as he played with his cock and balls. They had been married only a few days at the time. She had examined his big cock closely, fascinated by it.
Something had urged her head downward to his cock. There had been no specific thought that she could remember. Her husband had not asked her, nor had she told him what she was going to do. Julie had simply kissed the rounded head of his cock. A gasp had ripped from her throat, and before either of them knew it, she had her mouth wrapped about his cock and was trying to swallow the huge cockhead. When she had first lowered her mouth on her husband’s cock, her cunt had started contractions that were tighter, hotter, wetter than any other.
She had come time and again without rest, sucking at his big cock with a starving eagerness that surprised and delighted them both. Her husband had spurted his come juice into her mouth without warning because it happened so quickly. The thick and creamy come juice sprayed the back of her throat, then burned don into her stomach. Her eyes, which had been closed because of her joy, had popped wide as her body stiffened out, her cunt convulsing with such strength she could hardly bear it.
Thereafter, she sucked his cock as much and as often as she could. She was hungry for his prick, thirsty for his come juice. It drove her wild with desire when she had her lips gripping his prick, and she always began coming immediately, with her final orgasm the best of all.
“Some women are born cocksuckers,” her husband had told her. “Some women would rather suck cock than fuck it. You’re probably one of them, Julie.”
She had worried about it for weeks. She didn’t want to be different from other women, yet her desire to suck cock, was stronger than the desire to fuck with her cunt. She accepted her hunger to suck cock after her husband told her he preferred her mouth to her cunt. Not that he didn’t love to have her wet, hairy cunt around his cock, but she sucked so strongly and licked so good with her tongue. Her cunt couldn’t do that, he had told her.
From then on, Julie had sucked her husband’s cock off daily, sometimes twice a day, and usually fucked him once with her cunt.
When he had been killed, her sexual hunger seemed to have faded. Only once in a while did it surface, usually in a beautiful dream as she slept at night. During the day, she never thought about it.
Until now.
There, was no doubt in her mind that the cock she was gazing at belonged to Ben, her son. She strained her hearing but heard nothing, not even a whisper, on the other side of the fence. She wondered if Becky was still there, knew what her twin brother was doing. The idea that her daughter might even be watching sent a ripple of strange, burning excitement up and down Julie’s body.
She sat on her heels, her thighs together, staring with a smoldering, glazed look in her eyes. Her clit seemed to be pressing at the seam of her jeans, swollen into a hard, tingling knot. She swallowed, but that didn’t stop the watering of her mouth. She licked her lips.
Hot piss suddenly boiled from Ben’s cock, spraying a few feet into the alley. Julie’s breath caught in her throat, and she froze in stiffness as she watched Ben pissing. The lips of her cunt felt swollen, bulging at the tight crotch of her old jeans. She could feel the wetness of her cunt, the swell of her nipples, the throb of her inflamed clit.
She dropped the scythe and clutched her stomach, her cunt bubbling into an orgasm.
The words of her husband rang inside her head: “Cocksucker,” he had said. “You’re a born cocksucker. You love cock in your mouth, so I’ll call you fuckface or cuntface. Cock sucker… cocksucker… cocksucker…”
She was only vaguely aware of inching closer to her son’s cock. She tried to stop her convulsive movement, but her knees kept inching along the dirt. She wore a pair of soiled work gloves to protect her hands, and one slid along the wooden fence. Her eyes strained on her son’s cock.
She stopped, her face about a foot from Ben’s cock. The hot stream of his piss kept gushing in a strong stream. She felt the maddening desire to place the tip of her tongue on the shaft of his cock, to feel the heat of it, to taste the cock flesh. A low moan started in her chest, and she swallowed it before it came from her mouth. Her eyes moved to the head of her son’s cock, then followed the golden stream of his piss to where it splashed on the dirt. Then back up again.
She pressed one gloved hand between her thighs, pressing at her swollen cunt. Her pussy was rippling through one contraction after another, each getting stronger. The glove was dirty, leaving an imprint at her crotch, but she wasn’t aware of that.
The golden stream of piss was slowing down.
Julie licked her lips hungrily, moving her face closer until it was only inches from the side of her son’s cock.
Then the piss stopped. Ben’s cock started to droop, but lifted again almost immediately.
Julie couldn’t resist, regardless of the consequences. She opened her mouth and closed her lips about her son’s cock.
She heard the gasp on the other side of the fence, but her lips tightened. She moved until she stood on her knees, facing the fence, her hands pressing at the wooden boards. Her son’s cock felt hot inside her mouth, not as large as her husband’s had, of course, but just as delicious. The hunger to suck this cock filled her mind, blotting out everything else. She didn’t hear the soft giggles on the other side of the fence, nor the whispered words.
She felt the throbbing hardness of her son’s cock between her lips, and her tongue moved, licking at his prick. She could taste a few drops of her son’s piss, but didn’t care. Her tongue slid along the hard cock shaft, her lips tight and hot, wet, pulling on his cock. At this moment, it wasn’t her son’s cock she was sucking, but simply a cock she had to have in her mouth. It could have been any cock, an old man’s cock, a young boy’s cock, or any cock in between.
Her cunt was gripping at the seam of her tight jeans, twitching with hot orgasms. They were still mild, but were growing in strength. She pushed and pulled her greedy lips on Ben’s cock. She ran her tongue about it, licking the rounded cockhead, then gobbling back onto it until her chin and nose pressed at the fence, her lips still trying to get more cockmeat. She pressed her tongue hard at the underside of B
en’s cock, forcing it to the roof of her mouth. Then she began darting her mouth back and forth, fucking him with her lips. She sucked, her cheeks sinking inward. The cockhead would not quite reach her throat, where she wanted it, because of the fence. She was so hungry for cock, she didn’t care if her nose and chin were scraped raw by the wood.
The sounds across the fence finally burst through her reeling mind. She could hear the gasping pleasure of Ben, the soft giggles of Becky. They knew she was sucking on Ben’s cock, but Julie couldn’t stop now. Her cunt was going oft like bursting fireworks, her tightly clad ass shaking, humping as though she were fucking. She breathed harshly through her noise, not even trying to be quiet. Her desire to suck this cock overwhelmed her.
Her husband had once told her, “You see a cock, Julie, any cock, and you’re going to be sucking on it before it’s all the way out of a guy’s pants.”
She had protested she wasn’t that cock hungry, but she felt he was right. Once, she had noticed a man with a hard-on in the park, and pointed his cockbulge out to her husband. And she had come just from seeing it pressing at the man’s pants. Her husband had grinned at her, knowingly, while she sat on the bench, blushing and coming.
Now, sucking on her son’s cock, she knew her husband had been right. He had not told her those things to be mean, but as simple fact. They both had enjoyed her quick orgasms, her intense hungers. They had never been mean and cruel to each other because of it.
Ben’s cock was growing harder inside her mouth.
She made a soft whimper as her son’s cock stretched her lips. She rammed her mouth onto his prick until she could go no farther, her nose and chin pressing at the fence. She wanted her son to fuck her mouth, but she couldn’t turn him loose long to say it. She didn’t think she would actually say it anyway.
She began to make soft, muffled sobs as she sucked strongly, her lips as tight as she could get them. Her tongue licked with fiery wetness, curling about the cockhead, flapping over the flare of his piss hole. She tasted seeping juices on her tongue and became hungrier yet. The juices seeping from his piss hole coated her tongue, inflaming her mind, sending her cunt into tighter spasms. The taste was sweet, hot, exciting to her. She could feel her cunt building to that final, mind-shattering convulsion.
She sucked in a frenzy, not caring if someone should enter the alley, see her on her knees sucking cock. It just didn’t matter. All that mattered was to suck this hard cock, to get the creamy come juice into her mouth.
She heard the grunting sounds on the other side of the fence, and at the same time, she heard nothing. Her hips were dancing with jerky movements, thrusting back and forth, her cunt drenched with wetness. Her tits pressed at the fence, her nipples on fire. She sucked hard, sucked fast, moaning with anticipation of the hot, thick load from her son’s balls. Her eyes closed, a moan of rapture in her throat.
The sudden spurt of cock cream across her tongue sent her cunt into that final, overwhelming, explosion. She swallowed the squirt of came juice swiftly, catching the next gush across the tip of her tongue. Her cunt contracted with a powerful force, her orgasm rippling up and down her stomach making her ass cheeks clench. She felt her cunt sucking inward, the poaching out, her asshole crinkling and puckering. She was squealing with frenzied intoxication. The thick jism from her son’s balls was almost driving her over the edge of sanity. It had been so long since she had tasted come juice, so long since she had her lips wrapped about a hard cock. Julie seemed to be trying to make up for the long dry spell. The come juice burned so deliciously into her gulping throat.
She stopped swallowing, holding the cockhead between her lips just behind the ridge, tasting the last squirts of jism into her mouth. She let it stay there for a long, exciting moment, then swallowed the precious load.
She felt Ben’s cock softening in her mouth, and with a sob, started to suck furiously again, trying to will it into hardness. She was crying, tears flooding her eyes. She wanted to devour the cock, to swallow it into her body. She sucked with strength, and felt her son trying to pull his cock away. He was pulling back, and she was clutching his prick with her lips, trying to keep it in her mouth.
She sobbed as the cock was pulled free. She opened her mouth wide, pressing her lips around the knothole with unashamed invitation, hoping this would make her son shove his cock back through the hole. When that didn’t happen, she sat back on her heels, sobbing softly, still wanting his cock, yearning for it. Her lips glistened in the sunlight, her tears sparkling in her eyes and on her cheeks.
She wasn’t crying with shame, but because she wanted more, much more. Her cunt was calm now, yet the burning demand was still in it. The taste of her son’s come juice continued to linger in her mouth, and she no longer had any interest in the weeds.
When Julie stood, her legs were weak, threatening to buckle and send her onto her ass. She leaned against the fence, removing one dirty glove. She touched her lips with the tip of her finger, slowly circling them. Her lips continued to tingle as if Ben’s cock were still between them.
Awareness came to her slowly.
She didn’t hear any sounds on the other side of the fence. It was over six feet tall, so she couldn’t look into her yard. She looked around, seeing if anyone had watched her. There was no one, but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t peeking out some window.
Oddly, Julie didn’t feel in the least embarrassed or ashamed of sucking her son’s cock through the fence. There was an elation inside her. A smile came over her face, her eyes shining.
She stood up straight, her shoulders back. Her tits thrust out beneath the baggy sweatshirt, nipples rubbing at the garment. She shook her ass, a deliciously wicked sensation crawling from her feet to the top of her head. She ran her tongue over her lips and began to hum softly as she entered the gate.
Ben and Becky were no longer in the yard. It was empty.
Julie felt as if something should be different, but it was still the same yard, same lush grass, same trimmed shrubbery. Nothing had changed.
Nothing, except she had just sucked her son’s cock off through a fence in broad daylight.
CHAPTER TWO
The house was quiet when she entered. Apparently Becky and Ben were hiding in a room, talking about what their mother had done.
The idea that they were discussing it excited Julie.
She went to her room, undressing completely. She carried her clothing into the bathroom, then ran the tub full of hot water. She noticed her panties, frilly and tiny and lacy, were soaked at the crotch. They had been clean and fresh when she put them on that morning. Usually Julie changed her panties at least twice a day, sometimes three. She sat on the toilet, listening to the tinkling of her piss, looking at the crotch of her panties.
She had certainly been hot, she realized.
With a giggle, she wiped her cunt with the panties, then standing, tossed them on top of her other clothing. She climbed into the tub, leaning back and looking down. Her tits were round and firm, beautifully and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples were a light-brown color, peaked half an inch. Her stomach was flat, with just the tiny hint of roundness. She lifted her ass, looking at the light, chestnut color of her cunt hair. She lifted one leg high. It was a beautiful leg: the calf curvy, her thigh slim and shapely.
“Not bad,” she said to herself in a soft voice. “Not bad at all, Julie, for a mother with twins.”
She didn’t have to examine her ass to know how lovely it was. Her ass rounded in a compact tightness, the cheeks flexing when she walked. Her husband had loved to spend hours with her, caressing her ass. He had been, as he called it, an “ass man”.
It had thrilled her when he fondled her ass, kissed and licked the smooth, creamy-textured ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs.
Yes, she was indeed a beautiful woman, a woman who loved fucking, sucking, hard cock.
She didn’t know why she had not sought out a new man after her husband’s death. Perhaps it had been in the back of her mind that no
other man would be as compatible, so willing and cager to indulge in those sweet, exciting things she and her husband had enjoyed.
Some men, she knew, thought a woman was a slut if she had sexual desires, wanted to experiment, enjoyed fucking. That was their fault, she told herself, not hers.
She washed herself, removing the sweat and grime. Deciding she would hire someone to finish up the weeding, she climbed from the tub, using a soft towel to dry herself.
Nakedly, she entered her bedroom and saw she had not closed her door. She had always closed her bedroom door before. With a shrug of her shoulders, she left it open, and sat at her dresser. She brushed her luxurious, dark hair, watching herself in the mirror. Her tits lifted and fell with her arms. She noticed her nipples were still peaked in hardness.
With things still in her mind, feeling wonderful, Julie pulled a pleated skin and frilly blouse from her closet. She rummaged about in the drawers and selected a fresh pair of bikini panties. There were a dozen bras in the drawer, all new, never worn. She had not worn a bra for many, many years.
A shiver ripped through her naked body, and she stopped as she reached back into the closet. Her hand had touched her robe. Her eyes sparkled as she pulled it out. Ignoring her skirt and blouse, she carried the robe to the bed. Sliding her feet into the revealing panties, she adjusted the crotch over her cunt. Her cunt made an appealing, bulge in them, the cunt slit outlined. The seat of the panties pulled upward, exposing the creamy lower half of each ass cheek.
She slipped into the robe, a vague thought in her mind.
Wearing the robe, she left her room. The lower part of the robe opened to reveal her long, enticing thighs, almost to her crotch. The top of the robe swelled outward, the creamy valley of her straining tits exposed, all the way to her waist.
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