Kathy Andrews: Mom get her licks

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.