"Jesus, Brenda, people live on this street. Suppose someone sees us."

"It's dark, honey. They won't see anything if I have my head in your lap."

She finally convinced him it was all right. By this time she had a strong urge to suck his cock and she was getting annoyed at him for putting her off.

She settled down with her head in his lap and her mouth on his cockhead.

She knew it wouldn't be long. Charlie never lasted too long when she had his cock in her mouth. She didn't mind. What she wanted was a load of thick jism down her throat and the sooner she got it the better.

She loved sucking a cock, any cock. She liked them fat and skinny, long and short. The more jism a man had, the better she liked it. When she sucked a cock, it was almost like she was nursing on it. When a man gave her his load, it was almost like she was taking milk from him.

What she wanted more than anything in the world was to take milk from her son. She wanted her son's cock in her mouth and his balls shooting his jism down her throat.

Would she ever get that from Ken? It seemed impossible, but there was nothing wrong with dreaming about it. Now, as she sucked Charlie's fat prick, she imagined it was Ken's cock and she quivered with excitement.

Before long Charlie groaned and squirmed and warned her he would soon be coming. Sometimes she sucked his cock awhile and then jerked him off into a Kleenex. Tonight she wanted his load down her throat.

Then Charlie gasped and threw his head back and started coming.

Brenda kept her lips fixed around the knob of his cock as his pisshole erupted into her mouth.

She counted four big spurts against her palate. She held his slimy spunk in her mouth until the end, and then, when she finally pulled her mouth off his prick, she swallowed the whole load at once.

She had a small orgasm as the glob of thick jism slid down her throat. She was not surprised by that. It happened often, particularly when she was able to hold the whole load in her mouth before swallowing it.