The sudden spurt of cock cream across her tongue sent her cunt into that final, overwhelming, explosion. She swallowed the squirt of came juice swiftly, catching the next gush across the tip of her tongue. Her cunt contracted with a powerful force, her orgasm rippling up and down her stomach making her ass cheeks clench. She felt her cunt sucking inward, the poaching out, her asshole crinkling and puckering. She was squealing with frenzied intoxication. The thick jism from her son's balls was almost driving her over the edge of sanity. It had been so long since she had tasted come juice, so long since she had her lips wrapped about a hard cock. Julie seemed to be trying to make up for the long dry spell. The come juice burned so deliciously into her gulping throat.

She stopped swallowing, holding the cockhead between her lips just behind the ridge, tasting the last squirts of jism into her mouth. She let it stay there for a long, exciting moment, then swallowed the precious load.

She felt Ben's cock softening in her mouth, and with a sob, started to suck furiously again, trying to will it into hardness. She was crying, tears flooding her eyes. She wanted to devour the cock, to swallow it into her body. She sucked with strength, and felt her son trying to pull his cock away. He was pulling back, and she was clutching his prick with her lips, trying to keep it in her mouth.

She sobbed as the cock was pulled free. She opened her mouth wide, pressing her lips around the knothole with unashamed invitation, hoping this would make her son shove his cock back through the hole. When that didn't happen, she sat back on her heels, sobbing softly, still wanting his cock, yearning for it. Her lips glistened in the sunlight, her tears sparkling in her eyes and on her cheeks.

She wasn't crying with shame, but because she wanted more, much more. Her cunt was calm now, yet the burning demand was still in it. The taste of her son's come juice continued to linger in her mouth, and she no longer had any interest in the weeds.