Julie smiled at the kids' bickering. Any other time she would have skipped it. But right now her cunt was bubbling with wet heat, her mouth watery. The only thing she wanted to do was lick her son's cock, suck it in her mouth, drink that sweet hot jizz out of his balls again.

She started toward them, her movements jerky. As she walked, she ran her hands up and down her body, feeling her hips, up to her tits, then down to the front of her panties. She framed her concealed cunt with both hands, now on the other side of the coffee table from the twins. She arched her hips forward, sliding her fingers between her thighs, her thumbs above her cunt. She pressed, making her pussy bulge outward in her panties.

Julie thought of nothing but her son's cock, her eyes seeing the come juice on his shorts. This insane desire for come juice was overpowering, and she wanted to smear her face into it, lick it into her mouth, taste his jism.

Becky watched her mother, a lewd grin on her young face. She sat with her legs wide apart, and cupped her cunt with a small hand. She looked at her mother as if she knew what was going on inside Julie's mind. Ben looked half afraid, yet eager. His cock still showed past the leg of his shorts, not as soft as it had been a few minutes ago. The cockhead glistened wetly, and Julie's hips twisted as she pressed at her cunt.

Stepping around the coffee table, she started toward her son. Becky drew her legs up and out of her mother's way, but kept them wide apart. Julie stood a long moment, her tits lifting and falling as she sucked in deep breaths of air, staring at her son's cock. She tried, for just a moment, to fight this wild desire inside her.

Then she gave in. Dropping to her knees, she slipped a hand up the boy's thigh. She touched a fingertip to his cock, causing her son to grunt and his cock to jerk.

A cry came from Julie. Her head went down.