Don Scott - Two wild mothers

Debra Jo pulled Blaine's face to her own, clamping her lips against his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and it danced against him as she tasted her son's juices. His mauling, groping hand sent flushes of raw excitement ripping through her veins as he kneaded her throbbing tit and nipple.

"Mmmmmmm!" the blonde sighed, kissing her son with even greater hunger. She locked her ankles together behind his pumping ass, kicking him with her heels to force his pulsating fuckstick deep into her sloppy, hot cunt.

James absently stroked his semi-hard prick as he watched the two fucking. He knelt on the blanket beside them, watching Blaine's prick slicing into Debra Jo's cunt, studying how they kissed and fondled each other. He promised himself that his mother would not go another night without a cock in her pussy. Judging from the expression on Debra Jo's face, James was absolutely, positively certain that fucking must be the greatest thing in the world.

"Yessssss! Fuck me hard, Son! Give me everything you've got!" Debra Jo was feverish with lust, her climax not far off. She clawed at Blaine's ass, her fingernails leaving red marks on his muscular, rounded cheeks. "I want your cum in meeeeee!"

Blaine pushed himself up so that he could look down into his mother's lust-contorted face. Sliding back slightly, he grabbed her legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, doubling Debra Jo forward so that her knees crushed her firm, golden tits.

"Yeah! You're going to get it now!" he hissed, rocketing his prick hard and fast into Debra Jo's cunt. He fucked her mercilessly, knowing that she was as close to cumming as he was.

Debra Jo was beyond all reasonable, clear thought as the pussyjuice welled in her body. Her stomach tightened into a fierce knot. And when that knot loosened, her clear, slick, oily girl-cum spewed from her cunt in gushing waves. The juices trickled out from between her cuntlips and around Blaine's pounding fuckpole, flowing in a river down her ass.

"Ieeeeaaahhhhhh!" she howled as her spasming pussy milked Blaine's throbbing prick. Debra Jo squirmed, her knees flattening her huge tits as she quivered and trembled through her orgasm.

"Ug! Ug! Ug!" Blaine grunted, slamming his prick meat full-length into his mother's cunt a last few times before his thick, gooey jism splashed against her pussy walls. He flooded her cunt with fuck-cream, the powerful jets splashing against the walls of her pussy each time he powered his cock completely in.

"Fuck meeeeeee!" Debra Jo hissed, her ass shaking from side to side as Blaine's enormous cock spread her cuntlips wide.

Candace watched James move toward her. She sat motionless on her sleeping bag. She was dressed in conservative pajamas. His prick wagged from his crotch, his hairy balls swinging with each step he took.

"James… please don't do this," she whispered, her mouth watering for a taste of his cock.

"You say no." James grabbed his prick, and he stroked it lightly. A drop of precum formed at the slitted head. "I know you want it, though. You need to get fucked. You need it bad. Real bad."

Candace, her short brown hair still perfectly combed, her lipstick still glistening, appeared totally composed on the outside. But on the inside, Candace was tossed to and fro with the different emotions that were going through her head. She was horny, there was no denying that. And she wanted to try sucking a cock again. Giving her lawyer a blowjob had been totally unpleasant. She wanted to suck a cock but, this time, by her own choice.

As James moved closer to his mother, taking a step, then pausing before taking the next, Candace could not tear her eyes away from his fat prick. Although her son's fuckpole wasn't overly long, it was extremely thick. Candace wondered if she would even be able to fit his cockhead in her mouth. The idea of what that broad prick could do in her cunt made Candace shiver with anticipation.

"James… this is wrong… but you're right," Candace whispered. She gazed upon her son's club like prick, eyes intent on the glimmering drop of precum. "I do need to… fuck. I'm not very good at giving blowjobs. I've only done it once in my life. But I'll try, if you want."

James wished his hand wasn't shaking as he hooked it behind Candace's head. Her short, silky hair tickled his palm. Before pulling Candace's face to his fuckstick, James let her pull her knees beneath herself so she rested on the backs of her heels.

"It's beautiful," Candace purred, his cock just inches from her glossy lips.

"Suck it." James' words sounded strange in his own ears. Earlier in the day, he had struggled to prevent a beautiful woman he hardly knew from giving him a blowjob. Now he was all but demanding it from his mother.

"Yes," Candace whispered, her hands on her thighs. "Of course, I will."

When his pricktip touched Candace's lips, she parted them. His engorged, throbbing fuckpole moved forward, prying apart her lips, entering the hot, wet recesses of her mouth. Candace was instantly aware of the flavor of her son's prick. When she had sucked her lawyer's ugly cock, she had been disgusted at having a prick against her tongue. Now she adored the taste of cockmeat, rubbing her tongue lightly, tenderly against the clefted underside of James' plump, reddish cockhead.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Candace moaned, twisting her head slightly to let his prickhead rub against the inside of her cheek.

"Ohhhhh! Take it deep! As deep as you can!" James said, pushing his hips forward.

He buried almost half of his prick in Candace's mouth before the pointed tip of his cockhead was at the opening of her throat. Not wanting to cause his mother any discomfort, James paused to let her savor his iron hard fuckpole.

With James' prick resting in her mouth, flattening her tongue, Candace began a slow, methodical bobbing. Her cheeks hollowed to the uneven thickness of James' fuckpole. Candace's pink tongue slithered here and there, always probing, searching, exciting his prick until it reached its full length and hardness.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Candace sighed, keeping his cock in her mouth as she tilted her head back to look up into James' face. Her ruby lips were stretched, ovaled around the broad shaft of his prick. She knew the vision of herself must be totally obscene, but that's precisely what Candace wanted. She was tired of her doting, prudish image.

"That's right, make love to my prick."

Candace did exactly as her son requested. Turning her full attention to his prick, she grabbed his fuckpole in her hand and began sucking hard. She stroked his prick as she mouthed it with wild, wanton abandon. Salivating freely around his big, throbbing fuckpole, Candace's fist was soon slick with her own spit as she jerked on her son's prick.

"Eat my cock! Ohhhhhhh! Chew on that fucker!"

Candace tightened her lips around his prick, meeting his thrusts with lunges of her own. His plump, bulbous cockhead slammed hard against the back of her mouth, but did not enter her throat.

When Candace first tasted her sons precum, she wasn't certain what it was. Swirling the tiny drop around in her mouth, Candace delighted in its flavor. But as soon as she realized her son wasn't far from shooting his load off, she pulled away from him, releasing his cock from her mouth with a popping sound.

"Don't cum in my mouth," she hissed rather breathlessly. "I want you to… fuck me!"

The linen pajamas had numerous buttons and hooks that held it together and kept everything concealed. With fumbling, trembling hands, neither Candace nor James could get the garment off him. Finally frustrated beyond words and eager to get her son's cock in her cunt, Candace slipped her fingers into the pajama top's neckline, and she ripped downward. The buttons popped off with little resistance. James, eager to shove his rock-solid prick in Candace's cunt, pushed her backward. When her legs kicked out from beneath her, he grabbed the bottoms of her pajamas, shredding them in his hands.