Don Scott: Two wild mothers

Blaine leaned back, resting on his elbows. His long legs were stretched out in front of him on either side of Debra Jo.

"I think James is a virgin," Blaine said, smiling broadly and shaking his head with amusement. "I know he doesn't have much experience. We were joking around, and I was telling him about this wild blonde chick I know who gives the best head in the world."

"Let me guess," Debra Jo interrupted, licking her lips in a lewd, suggestive manner. "Does she have extremely long hair and blue eyes?"

"Right. Exactly. So I told him about getting this blowjob that was out of this world, and he was real curious," Blaine said, eyeing his mother's fantastic body. "He wanted to know everything about it. How it felt and all that type of thing. I'll bet the only time he's ever cum is when he jerks off. I really don't think he's ever fucked a chick in his life."

"That's sad in a way, isn't it?" Debra Jo said, folding her legs beneath her. It was getting hot in the tent, and she was torn between wanting to fuck her son and wanting to get into the shade so a cool breeze could make her more comfortable. "Tonight, let's really fuck each other's brains out. I really want to have your cock tonight. I want that big bastard stabbing in me everywhere."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Even in your ass? I've never cornholed you, have I?"

"I don't think I could take your cock up my ass. I've been cornholed before, but you're just too fucking big for me." Debra Jo stood and stepped into a pair of high-heeled sandals. "Come on, let's go see how Candace and James are doing."

Debra Jo stepped up to Candace and put her hand lightly on the brunette's shoulder.

"Hey, I'm almost out of cigarettes, and we need milk and some food," Debra Jo said casually. "Do you want to drive to town to get it, or should I? I'll clue you in, though, I don't know how well I can drive that big station wagon of yours. I'm used to sports cars."

Candace nodded her head. "No problem. I'll go to town. Is there anything other than cigarettes you need?"

"No, nothing. Cigarettes are all I need."

"Okay. I'll be back in an hour, or so. Keep the boys amused."

Debra Jo watched Candace drive away from the campsite. Standing motionless, she closed her eyes and felt the breeze playing with her long, blonde tresses. Dressed in jogging shorts that squeezed her ass so that every curve showed prominently, a sleeveless T-shirt and sandals, she was ready for action.

Looking at Blaine, Debra Jo nodded her head. It was a slow, slight move, but the look in Blaine's eyes told her that he silently understood. Debra Jo wondered if anyone was nearby. James might scream, and she sure didn't want anyone coming to investigate the noise.

Blaine started wrestling with James, nothing serious, just the simple rough-and-tumble clowning around of two boys. Since he was much taller, heavier and stronger than James, he had little trouble. Calculating his moves, Blaine soon had a viselike hold on James. He had the boy's arms trapped and useless, holding James in a full-nelson wrestling move. By pushing James against a downed tree, Blaine kept the boy from kicking forward. The tree was horizontal, the bark digging into the skin of James' knees.

"Hey, knock it of f, Blaine!" James complained, trying to free his arms. He could feel Blaine's fingers at the back of his neck. It was clear to him that he wouldn't get away unless Blaine let him. "Come on, this is getting embarrassing."

Debra Jo stepped up to James, the downed tree between herself and the boy. She was smiling lustfully. Her son had James trapped. There wasn't a damned thing he could do to stop her.

"James, I want to talk with you. It's something very important, so you've got to listen carefully."

"I haven't much choice, have I?" James replied sarcastically. He tried to lift his chin off his chest, but couldn't. Blaine was just too strong for him.

"No, I guess you don't. But please, you needn't be nervous. I'm sure you'll find this conversation very… stimulating."

Debra Jo knelt beside the tree so that she could look up into James' face. She shifted her weight until she was sitting comfortably on the backs of her heels. "Your mother has just gone through a very difficult period of her life. Her husband divorced her, and now she hasn't a lover. Well, James, she wants you as a lover as well as a son."

"No! You're lying!" James struggled against Blaine and became more frustrated. He couldn't kick at Debra Jo because the tree was in the way, arid he couldn't break Blaine's hold. "My mother isn't like that!"

"Yes, she is, James. She wants you very much." Debra Jo put her hands on her bare thighs, her fingernails scratching lightly on her tanned flesh. "Now, Blaine and I have decided it's time you learned a thing or two about the ways of the flesh. We know you're scared, nervous about the whole thing. That's okay. We're going to teach you and show you. But first, we've got to show you how great it feels to cum, so that's why Blaine's holding you the way he is. We're both convinced that once you get your feet wet, as it were, there would be no stopping you."

"You're insane!"

"No, James. Not insane, just horny. Please try and relax. You'll enjoy this much more if you do."

Debra Jo thought of taking off her clothes, then dismissed the idea. She didn't want to give the boy too much excitement at once.

Debra Jo pulled James' T-shirt out of his cut-offs, then tugged the trunks down to his knees. She was surprised to see that the boy wasn't wearing anything underneath the trunks. James' prick wasn't nearly as long as her son's, but it was pleasantly thick and of average size. Certainly enough for Debra Jo to please herself with. Besides, the blonde thought, he's young and he'll cum a gallon!

"What's he hung like?" Blaine asked, knowing full well that James' prick wasn't anything like his own awesome fuckpole.

"Don't be smug, honey," Debra Jo said somewhat sternly. "Not everyone can be hung like you, you know."

"Get away from me," James hissed, trying once again to get his chin off his chest. As it was, he was forced to watch Debra Jo fondling his prick and balls.

"Please, just try and enjoy yourself."

Debra Jo had sucked off enough virgin boys to understand his nervousness. Undaunted, she grabbed his limp prick, then began stroking it, whispering endearments to his rubbery cock meat as her ups got closer and closer. At first, his cock didn't respond to the blonde's caresses, remaining limp and lifeless. But as soon as her moist, pink lips came in contact with the bullet-shaped tip of James' prick, the shaft began to throb, filling with blood, becoming longer and thicker. His cockhead expanded to a hefty size as Debra Jo kissed it tenderly, her lips smacking with obvious pleasure on the tip.

"Mmmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred happily, flicking her tongue out over the tiny slit in the point of James' fleshy prick.

James stared bug-eyed as the beautiful blonde whispered words of love and kissed his fuckpole. Then, when her luscious mouth opened and Debra Jo rolled her tongue around her lips, James shivered with anticipation. His cock was so hard that it almost hurt.

"Ohhhhh! I do love being the first," the blonde whispered with a husky voice. "Being the first to suck a boy off makes me feel special!"

Debra Jo captured the flaring crown of James' prick between her lips, her tongue roving expertly along the veined underside. She squeezed her lips tightly around his broad, oval cock shaft, pushing her face forward just one more inch to take more of his pulsating fuckpole into the hot, moist cavern of her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh! So warm!" James whispered, gritting his teeth. He didn't want to admit that what Debra Jo was doing to him felt good, but his cock was harder than it had ever been.

When the head of James' cock was at the back of Debra Jo's mouth, she crooned lustily, bathing the fuckpole with her saliva. Her tongue probed restlessly, flicking and rubbing the underside, curling around his prick shaft. Her pink lips worked in a tender chewing motion, alternately squeezing and relaxing around the huge girth of James' cock.