Now, sucking on her son's cock, she knew her husband had been right. He had not told her those things to be mean, but as simple fact. They both had enjoyed her quick orgasms, her intense hungers. They had never been mean and cruel to each other because of it.

Ben's cock was growing harder inside her mouth.

She made a soft whimper as her son's cock stretched her lips. She rammed her mouth onto his prick until she could go no farther, her nose and chin pressing at the fence. She wanted her son to fuck her mouth, but she couldn't turn him loose long to say it. She didn't think she would actually say it anyway.

She began to make soft, muffled sobs as she sucked strongly, her lips as tight as she could get them. Her tongue licked with fiery wetness, curling about the cockhead, flapping over the flare of his piss hole. She tasted seeping juices on her tongue and became hungrier yet. The juices seeping from his piss hole coated her tongue, inflaming her mind, sending her cunt into tighter spasms. The taste was sweet, hot, exciting to her. She could feel her cunt building to that final, mind-shattering convulsion.

She sucked in a frenzy, not caring if someone should enter the alley, see her on her knees sucking cock. It just didn't matter. All that mattered was to suck this hard cock, to get the creamy come juice into her mouth.

She heard the grunting sounds on the other side of the fence, and at the same time, she heard nothing. Her hips were dancing with jerky movements, thrusting back and forth, her cunt drenched with wetness. Her tits pressed at the fence, her nipples on fire. She sucked hard, sucked fast, moaning with anticipation of the hot, thick load from her son's balls. Her eyes closed, a moan of rapture in her throat.