Don Scott

Two wild mothers

CHAPTER ONE

Debra Jo shook her ass, taking her son's gigantic fuckpole completely into the hot, wet, tight recesses of her cunt. She groaned with ecstasy as his long, steelish column of cockmeat spread her cuntlips, driving with awesome force deep into her pussy.

"Ummmmmmm!" she purred, stabbing her tongue full-length into her friend's cunt. Debra Jo curled her tongue, scooping out the slick pussy juice that oozed in hot waves from Candace's cunt.

"Tight! Fucking damn! You've got a tight cunt," Blaine hissed as he pulled back, then stabbed his mother's pussy with his prick again. When his hips struck the extraordinary curves of Debra Jo's asscheeks, he watched her lightly tanned skin ripple from the impact.

Debra Jo's full, firm tits jiggled, the nipples just grazing the carpeted floor, sending shock waves of excitement tingling through her veins. Her tiny, red clit was dripping with the slick, lubricating grease. With each massive invasion of cockmeat into her cunt, Debra Jo's clit got hotter, and more of the oily pussy juice trickled from her gaping cuntlips.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Candace sighed as Debra Jo caught her clit between her lips and sucked tenderly. Candace was about to ask her friend to shove a finger into her cunt, too, but all words were stopped when her mouth was suddenly filled with a hard, throbbing prick.

"Suck it! Yeah! Suck my prick," James said, kneeling beside Candace's face. He shoved three or four inches of his iron-hard cock into his mother's mouth, then watched her pink lips nibble tenderly on his broad, oval-shaped shaft.

Candace shivered with delight. Her tongue danced against the pulsating head of James' prick, caressing it, making his hard fuckpole even longer. When a salty drop of precum slipped onto Candace's frisking tongue, she crooned lustfully, thirsty for her son's heavy wad of jism to gush in her mouth.

"Eat my cock," James sighed, feeling his balls begin to itch, a sure sign that it wouldn't be long before his fuck-cream exploded out from the head of his prick, splattering against her ever-moving tongue.

"I'm going to give you a load like you wouldn't believe," Blaine said, punching his enormous cock completely into Debra Jo's cunt. He loved fucking his mother doggie style. From behind, he had more mobility, and he could use the unusual length of his massive prick to its best advantage. Grabbing handfuls of her asscheeks, Blaine jerked Debra Jo to and fro, forcing her to come back to meet his impaling thrusts.

"Mmmmmm! Um! Um! Um!" Debra Jo whispered, using a hand to smooth her long, blonde hair away from her mouth. She wiggled her tongue between her friend's velvety smooth cuntlips, savoring the succulent flavor of Candace's pussy juice.

The four people – two mothers with their sons – were lost in the erotic feelings that slipped throughout their bodies. Each one was savoring his or her own private, special fantasy.

"Your cock… is so… big!" Debra Jo said, hungrily accepting her son's gigantic fuckpole all the way into, her juicy cunthole. She adored the way his thick, long cock shoved so deeply into her cunt. Although she certainly enjoyed fucking James, it was Blaine who really made her pussy juice pump from her cunt in a flood tide.

"Can't hold back much longer," Blaine hissed through clenched teeth as he skewered his mother with his reddish, sizzling prick. He stabbed his cock into her until the big, cum laden balls that swung between his legs slapped against Debra Jo's tensed thighs.

"Give it to her," James urged his friend, tearing his gaze away from his mother's cock filled face. "Fuck your mother and make her cum! That's what you've got to do! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

The sights, the sounds, the smells… they all added to Blaine's excitement. He grabbed his mother's long, silky blonde hair, caressing the perfumed tresses between his fingers as his hips pistoned back and forth, rocketing his overheated prick deep into her hot, wet cunt. He glanced at Candace and saw the look of sheer ecstasy on her face as she sucked James' cock. Leaning forward, Blaine used his other hand to reach around Debra Jo's body and squeeze one warm, smoothly firm tit. The nipple was hard in his palm.

"Ieeeaaahhhhh!" Blaine screamed, tossing his head back on his shoulders as molten cum erupted from his balls, racing through the length of his prickshaft, jetting from the mushroomed cockhead. Hot, creamy jism splattered against the walls of Debra Jo's cunt, warming her from the inside Blaine pounded her ass relentlessly with his hips, throwing himself at her to bury his fiery cock in her clutching pussy.

"Fuck me harder!" Debra Jo hissed, her lips still pressed against Candace's cunt. As she felt the hot, slick jets of manly fuck-cream splashing in her pussy, Debra Jo's cunt muscles tightened around his driving fuckpole, milking every last drop of jism from her son's balls.

The beautiful blonde's face twisted into a mask of lusty pleasure, so intense that it was painful. Then, with the slurping sounds of her cunt working on the pistoning cock filtering to her ears, Debra Jo released her full load of pussyjuice.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as the slick, clear oil dribbled from her cock-filled pussy, trickling down the insides of her thighs. She shivered, her big tits swinging beneath her, the nipples sending tingles throughout her trembling body.

Long, scented, blonde hair flowed over Candace's thighs and stomach as Debra Jo brought her mouth back down to her friend's heated cunt. Still quivering from the bone-jarring climax, she stuck her tongue between the rosy petals of Candace's pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh! Damn, that was good," Blaine said, keeping his shrinking prick in his mother's cunt. He smiled impishly as he placed his hands on her curvaceous asscheeks and listened to his mother tonguing Candace's pussy. "You're something else! Something else, indeed!"

Candace took her son's prick into her mouth until the throbbing crown of his cock was at the back of her throat. Her slithering, pink tongue caressed his rock-solid fuckpole, sliding along the pulsating shaft. Her lips, the lipstick long since worn off on James' prick, chewed on the oval shaft, applying pressure and excitement.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, waiting for the moment when her son's heavy wad of fuck-cream would gush down her throat.

Candace squirmed on the floor, her clit getting hotter with each expert swipe of Debra Jo's tongue. She groaned, her mouth stiff stuffed with her son's cock, and pushed her fingers through Debra Jo's hair, forcing the blonde to press her lips harder against Candace's cuntlips.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Debra Jo slurped, stabbing her tongue deeper into the woman's wet, juicing pussy. She was trembling all over, still savoring the afterglow of her bone-jarring climax. Looking up Candace's body, Debra Jo watched her friend through the valley of her tits. She whimpered lustfully as James' cock shoved deep into Candace's mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh! It won't be long now," James purred, leaning over his mother's face. He pumped his hips, concentrating on what he was doing, trying hard to stay slow and steady. James knew that if he lost his self-control even for a second… he wouldn't be able to prolong the hot, sensual blowjob for very long. Forcing his hips down, he watched Candace's ripe, glistening lips crawl over his heated fuckpole until his cockhead was at her throat.

Candace was torn apart by emotions. One part of her wanted nothing more than to suck James prick until she had a mouthful of his cum. Mother part of her wanted to lay back and enjoy the fantastic lips and tongue that were working on her cunt and clit. Her legs, spread wide on the floor, twitched involuntarily as her excitement rose higher and higher.

Debra Jo, still on her knees and elbows, used her fingertips to pull apart Candace's cuntlips. The juicy, pink opening looked delicious, and Debra Jo fucked the brunette's pussy cunt with her tongue. When Candace squirmed harder on the floor, Debra Jo could feel the woman's excitement rising. She sucked on her friend's throbbing clit like it was a tiny prick, her stunningly beautiful face bobbing quickly back and forth between Candace's thighs.

"Ummmm! Ummmmm! Mfffft!" Candace whimpered, sucking harder on James' prick as it fucked her face. Suddenly, her heels slammed down hard on the floor, and she arched her back. Forcing Debra Jo's face to remain against her cunt by pulling her hair, Candace let her pussyjuice go.

She arched her back, raising her slender ass to press it firmly against Debra Jo's lips. Every nerve in Candace's body tingled. She twitched and shook from head to foot. Her pink lips remained wrapped around James' prick, and though Candace's cheeks were hollowed with the suction she put on his fuckpole, she was hardly aware that it was in her mouth.

The last of her pussyjuice was just flooding out of Candace's cunt when she suddenly started gagging. She wasn't sure what the problem was at first, then the second blast of manly fuck-cream splashed against the back of her throat. The hot-blooded brunette swallowed instinctively and drew an even harder suction on the jerking prick that stretched her lips.

"Suck meeeee!" James hissed, reaming his mother's lips with his cock as his balls pulled up tight to his body, letting the cum fly through his tube before spitting from his pulsating cockhead.

Candace sucked and swallowed several times until she was certain that her son had no more cum to give her. Then, exhausted and satisfied, she turned her face aside, letting his prick slip from between her lips.

"Ohhhhhhh! That was good," Candace whispered to no one in particular. "Absolutely fantastic."

Debra Jo got unsteadily to her feet, and she walked to the coffee table. The blonde picked out a cigarette from the small box on the table, lighting it with a fancy gold lighter. Inhaling the smoke deep into her lungs caused her large, hard-nippled tits to swell out from her body.

It all seemed rather strange to the beautiful blonde as she looked at her son's limp, shining prick as he sat on the floor. Only a few weeks earlier she had struggled to gain custody of him to get him away from her foul ex-husband. And now Blaine, her adoring son, was also her lover.

Debra Jo thought about what she had had to do to get her lawyers to work for her. The memory brought a smile to her lips. It wasn't so bad, she thought. Not so bad at all. Debra Jo was certain that she wouldn't want to touch the lawyers again, but as long as they got her son back to her, she would be forever thankful to them.

"And to think that, not so long ago, I walked into that office…" Debra Jo purred, closing her eyes and thinking of the day she went to see her lawyers.

Debra Jo Larson, in all her spectacular beauty, stepped out of the cab, paying the driver and flashing him a dazzling smile. She pulled her coat tighter around her body against the unusually cool spring wind and stepped into the law office of Simmons and Rogers, attorneys at law.

The secretary looked at Debra Jo with undisguised contempt. She didn't like women more beautiful than herself, and Debra Jo easily out-classed her in looks and sophistication. It was no contest at all.

"One moment, Ma'am, and I'll check if they'll see you now," the secretary said.

Debra Jo did not bother sitting down. She knew Simmons and Rogers would see her immediately. Men always jumped at the opportunity to see her. It wasn't that Debra Jo was vain about her extraordinary good looks, it was just a simple understanding that she was beautiful beyond words. Her looks were perfection beyond beauty, and she had learned to accept as much.

Debra Jo Larson turned away from the secretary, hiding her smile. Standing four inches under six feet, she had a statuesque body that was nearly flawless. Even after having a child at a very young age, and reaching thirty-two years old, she was magnificently built. Her tits were full and round, riding high on her rib cage without any sag in them at all. The areolas, perfectly round and the color of caramel, were capped with rosy nipples that protruded whenever she became aroused which was almost constantly. A narrow waist curved delicately into full, womanly hips. Tapered thighs led to smoothly curved calves.

But though her body was extraordinary by any measure, it was not her body that had caused her so much pain, or had made her so well-known. It was her face and her hair. Those two features had changed her life when she was still in her early teens, and made her a great deal of money. But she never got a chance to see that money.

Crystal-blue eyes shone like sapphires, wide and clear. High cheekbones emphasized the fullness of her wide mouth and utterly kissable lips. It was a face, her ex-husband had told her, of striking Nordic beauty… a face that should be stuffed with his cock.

She was young and impressionable then. He was older and established as an up-and-coming fashion photographer. With Debra Jo's golden hair that reached to the small of her back, she was ideal as a model. Her husband emphasized her hair and her face, and he made a fortune with her. He also kept her money. When Debra Jo got pregnant, she had already been on the covers of more national magazines than she could count.

And that was when her husband got weird on her. First he just wanted some explicit photos for himself, to think of her during his photography sessions with other pretty women. So Debra Jo, young and naive, sucked his cock while he took photos. Then, before she really knew what was happening, she was sucking and fucking big-shots so that her husband could get a chance to further his career. And after that, the rest became clouded, just a continuing series of casting couch routines. She sucked cocks daily, fucking complete strangers in their offices, cars and homes. And all the while she was doing this, her darling husband was snapping photo after photo.

When she found out he was fucking another young model, Debra Jo became angry. After all, she told him, when she sucked cock, it was only because he asked her to. It was to help his career, not her own.

Debra Jo threatened divorce unless he came up with the money that she had earned, and gave her the photographs. He refused. Then the cruel bastard kicked her and her child out of the house. With him in possession of nearly five-hundred photographs of her doing everything imaginable in the sexual arena, she couldn't fight him.

"They'll see you now," the secretary said.

"What?" Debra Jo spun around, coming out of her dream world. "Oh, okay. Thank you."

Entering the office, Debra Jo smelled a setup right away. Mr. Simmons and Mr. Rogers, both in their late fifties and sporting paunches around their middles, had the type of smile she had seen before. The years had taught the blonde many things, though, and she wasn't frightened or shaken by what she saw.

"Please sit down, Mrs. Larson," Simmons said, making a gesture with his pudgy hand.

Debra Jo sat in a chair facing the large, commanding desk. She crossed her legs at the knee, enjoying her control over the men when they both stared brazenly at the daring display of thigh that was revealed from her high-slitted skirt.

"So what's the verdict, gentlemen?" she asked calmly, her icy blue eyes taking them in with a glance.

Rogers, half-sitting on the desk, was closest to Debra Jo. His gaze raked slowly up from her naked thigh to her tits before gazing into her eyes. In a clash of wills to see who would break the connection first, Rogers lost.

"Mrs. Larson, we'll negotiated with your husband for the photographs, for custody of Blaine, your son, and for monetary measures you feel are due you."

"Listen, all that's really important is that I get my son back… and that I get those photographs. If I don't get the photographs and the negatives, he'll be blackmailing me for the rest of my life." Debra Jo, her anger rising, reached into her purse and fished out a cigarette. When she got it burning, she continued. "I don't give a damn about the money. He can keep it, for all I care. I've got a job. A job that makes me a nice, honest living."

"Yes, you teach at a high school, don't you?"

"You know I do."

"But you don't make nearly the income you once did."

"So what?" Debra Jo dragged deeply on her cigarette. The action made her tits swell out even more, causing the buttons of her blouse to strain mightily to hold in her creamy mounds of feminine titflesh. "What's the game here, boys? I haven't time to fuck around playing games."

Simmons, sitting behind his desk, cleared his throat nervously. "Mrs. Larson, we think we can get the negatives, the photo album and Blaine for you. But it'll take money up front for us to do that. If you can accommodate us, you'll have everything you want within two weeks. If not… well, there's no telling what might happen."

"He wants to divorce me to marry that sleazy young model he's been photographing, right?"

"Yes."

"And you know I can't afford to give you any more money, right?" Debra Jo rose slowly from her chair, crushing out her cigarette in the ashtray. "So we've got to make a deal, and I know what kind of deal you boys have in mind."

"Deal?" Rogers asked, feigning ignorance.

"Let's see… I'll bet you're the type that digs blowjobs, right?" Debra Jo eyed Rogers coolly. She stepped up to him and, with her knee-high leather boots having three-inch heels, she had to look down into his face.

"Sure, I can handle anything you boys want to throw at me. Shall we get started?"

"Whatever you say," Rogers said, his voice high-pitched and squeaky with tension.

Debra Jo sank slowly to her knees before Rogers, a sultry smile playing over her glistening pink lips. She tugged his belt loose and slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants. His underwear was tented with a stubby, thick cock which was getting harder by the second. Tugging Rogers' underwear down to his thighs, Debra Jo caught her first sight of the old man's prick. It wasn't more than five inches long, but quite thick. A heavy, blue vein ran along the broad, flat upper surface of his fuckpole.

"This is what you've really been waiting for all along, isn't it?" Debra Jo asked, curling her fingers around his hot column of cockmeat. She looked up at Rogers, her smile devilishly charming. "You want to see your prick in the mouth of the face that's graced the covers of so many magazines. I can understand that. Sure I can."

As she squatted, her knees up and pressing her tits, Debra Jo's hair touched the floor. When she had been a model, her hair reached the small of her back. Since then, she had let it grow even more, knowing that it was her trump card in the looks department, and now it reached to mid-thigh. She fucked the tresses over her shoulders and licked her lips, making them glisten even more.

"I've got the best technique around," Debra Jo purred, her warm breath cascading over his aroused, iron-hard cock. "You're really going to shoot your balls off with me, ol' boy."

Despite her obvious contempt for him, Rogers couldn't remember a time when he had been more turned-on. To see such a famous and gorgeous face moving closer and closer to his reddish cockhead was more exciting than anything his legalistic mind could comprehend.

"I'm the blowjob queen," Debra Jo whispered, closing her eyes. When her lips made contact with the spongy tip of Rogers prick, the blonde let her pink tongue slither out.

"Ohhhhhh! Goddamn that feels good," Rogers hissed, grabbing onto the desk to support his trembling knees. He looked at his friend, Simmons, and smiled weakly. They had planned for this to happen, and now it was working out exactly as they had hoped even better.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred, tasting her lawyer's prick for the first time. She found it meaty, but somewhat bland.

Tonguing with increasing speed, the blonde lapped at the rubbery head of Rogers' prick until it was shining with her spit. Then, slowly, she parted her lips wider. Sipping on the very tip of his fuckpole, Debra Jo bobbed slowly to and fro. Deeper and deeper, his cock moved into her hot, moist mouth until her lips rolled over the throbbing, responsive ridge of Rogers' prickhead.

"Ohhhhhhh! Oh, Goddddd!" the old man groaned, gripping the desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Mmmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred, louder than before so that Rogers would know exactly how much she loved sucking his cock.

With her tongue roving smoothly along the veined underside of Rogers' prick, Debra Jo swallowed more of his fuckpole into her mouth. She felt supremely confident as his meaty cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth. The old men may be thinking they had set her up, but this was really her game.

As she sucked on his prick, Debra Jo's cheeks sunk inward. She gobbled his meaty cockflesh into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around the shaft almost at the root. Opening her eyes, she saw the blurred image of Rogers' curly cockhair barely two inches away.

"Mmmmmmmft!" she slurped, pulling back slowly, chewing on his prickshaft with her lips. She chomped on the ridge of his pricktip, moving her lips to bring his cock into even greater hardness.

"Look at her suck," Rogers said quietly, unable to believe that it was really his cock in the former model's mouth. He was already in possession of the photo album and had jerked off countless times to the pictures of Debra Jo sucking and fucking. But now… now that the real person was mouthing his prick… he shivered in total, complete ecstasy.

When Debra Jo tasted a pungent drop of precum, she crooned lustfully and rotated her face in a semi-circle around his cockhead. Her pink tongue lashed at his tiny piss slit, urging another delicious drop of ooze out.

Taking his fuckpole completely out of her mouth, Debra Jo wrapped her hand around it again, stroking the spitty length slowly from stem to head. She looked up into Rogers' face and licked her wide mouth in a lurid, suggestive way.

"You want to cum in my mouth… or maybe you're the kinky type?" Debra Jo's smile was pure pornography. She could read the lawyer's mind like an open book. "Yeah, I know what you really want. You may not ask for it, but I know what'll pop your cork. You're not the first guy who gets off on shooting his load onto my face. Hell, you've probably seen the photographs my dear husband took. You know what kind of cocksucker I am."

Rogers' mouth moved, but no words came out. He ran a dry tongue around his lips and tried to speak again, but still found himself mute. Finally, embarrassed by his own incredible excitement, he simply nodded his head.