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 Ben'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 cock-bulge 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.