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.