The cock was hard, and she stared with glazed eyes when it was wigged up and down. Her son's cock was thicker than she would have suspected, and about five inches long. The cockhead was very smooth, very swollen. The sun glinted on the cockhead, and she saw moisture there. Her tits felt full and hard, straining against the old sweatshirt.

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.