When Julie stood, her legs were weak, threatening to buckle and send her onto her ass. She leaned against the fence, removing one dirty glove. She touched her lips with the tip of her finger, slowly circling them. Her lips continued to tingle as if Ben's cock were still between them.

Awareness came to her slowly.

She didn't hear any sounds on the other side of the fence. It was over six feet tall, so she couldn't look into her yard. She looked around, seeing if anyone had watched her. There was no one, but that didn't mean someone wasn't peeking out some window.

Oddly, Julie didn't feel in the least embarrassed or ashamed of sucking her son's cock through the fence. There was an elation inside her. A smile came over her face, her eyes shining.

She stood up straight, her shoulders back. Her tits thrust out beneath the baggy sweatshirt, nipples rubbing at the garment. She shook her ass, a deliciously wicked sensation crawling from her feet to the top of her head. She ran her tongue over her lips and began to hum softly as she entered the gate.

Ben and Becky were no longer in the yard. It was empty.

Julie felt as if something should be different, but it was still the same yard, same lush grass, same trimmed shrubbery. Nothing had changed.

Nothing, except she had just sucked her son's cock off through a fence in broad daylight.

CHAPTER TWO

The house was quiet when she entered. Apparently Becky and Ben were hiding in a room, talking about what their mother had done.

The idea that they were discussing it excited Julie.

She went to her room, undressing completely. She carried her clothing into the bathroom, then ran the tub full of hot water. She noticed her panties, frilly and tiny and lacy, were soaked at the crotch. They had been clean and fresh when she put them on that morning. Usually Julie changed her panties at least twice a day, sometimes three. She sat on the toilet, listening to the tinkling of her piss, looking at the crotch of her panties.