Don Scott: Two wild mothers

Closing her eyes, Debra Jo shut off Candace's voice, thinking of nothing but her son's hand. Attired in a clingy knit dress that showed off her sweeping curves, with a V-neck deep enough which exposed the fullness of her tits, and leather boots that came to just below her knee, the horny blonde was finally feeling comfortable.

"What are you two doing?" Candace asked, noticing the look of aroused happiness on her friend's face. "Blaine, are you feeling her up?"

"Why not?" he replied. Beneath the table, Blaine caught the hem of his mother's dress, and he raised it, placing his hand on her naked knee. "I'm horny… and she's always horny. So what if we're in public?"

"What if somebody sees you?" Candace, thought she had finally gotten used to the notion of fucking her own son, wasn't as liberal as her blonde friend. Candace's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. "What the hell is wrong with you, Debra Jo Larson? Are you trying to get us all arrested? Can't you wait until you get back into your room?"

"Candace, don't be such, a spoilsport," Debra Jo whispered, her blue eyes fluttering open and closed. "My son really knows how to get me warmed up. Warmed up? Hell, he makes me hot as can be!"

Blaine chuckled softly, his ego stroked. He brought his hand higher on her thigh, bunching her dress at the tops of her legs. His fingertips were nearly at her panties as he fondled and caressed her warm, silky skin.

A soft, weak, trembling sigh came from Debra Jo as her son's fingers began rubbing her fiery clit through the sheer, lacy panties that hugged her ass and covered her pussy. She wished she hadn't put them on, but it was too late to worry about things like that. What she needed, right then and there, was a cock to stretch her lips and stuff her mouth.

"The only after dinner drink I need is your cum," Debra Jo whispered, opening her eyes finally. She smiled at Candace, hoping her friend wouldn't be too angry with her. The expression on James' face told Debra Jo that he wished his mother would let him have the same liberties as Blaine.

"Well, don't let me stop you, if that's the case," Blaine said. He took his hand off her thigh and unzipped his pants. After pulling his rubbery, huge prick through the fly, he placed her hand on his flaccid prick. "Put those lips around my cock, lady, and you'll have more cum than you can drink."

Licking her lips in a lewd fashion, Debra Jo began stroking her son's prick. Instantly, his hot, flexible fuckpole started growing, stretching, becoming hard and rigid in her hand. Debra Jo purred softly and licked her lips.

"I'm sorry, Candace. I'm sure you're disappointed with me, but I've just got to suck his cock!" Debra Jo said, struggling to keep her voice low. "Please don't be too angry with me."

Her hand was beating faster on Blaine's cock. His prick seemed to send electrical shocks through her palm, straight to her nipples and clit. Debra Jo's mouth watered as though she were anticipating some delicious meal.

Debra Jo checked the bar quickly, making sure that nobody was watching her. She leaned over to kiss Blaine lightly on the lips, letting her tongue fuck out to moisten his mouth. Scanning the bar once more, Debra Jo was happy that the place was almost entirely deserted.

She slipped soundlessly under the table, hoping the white table cloth kept her completely hidden from view. Folding her legs beneath her, Debra Jo felt the heels of her boots pressing against her asscheeks. She crooned softly, getting in position between Blaine's thighs. His cock, a mouthful of meat and more, looked as delicious as anything the blonde had ever seen.

"Damn, I'm a crazy cocksucker," Debra Jo whispered, amazed at herself for actually wanting to give a blowjob in public.

Placing her elbows on Blaine's thighs, Debra Jo leaned forward, and she planted a warm, moist kiss on the spongy knob of her son's prick. His cock jerked slightly in her fist, and Debra Jo smiled lustfully.

Opening her mouth wide, Debra Jo stuck her wet, pink tongue out, letting it graze against the clefted underside of Blaine's pricktip. Blaine's fuckpole tasted bland, meaty, sending tingles through Debra Jo's curvaceous body. Her long, lust-hardened nipples poked proudly through her dress, making sharp points in the sheer material.

Slowly, expertly, Debra Jo nibbled on Blaine's prick, chewing and tonguing his jaw-stretching fuckpole until it danced at his crotch. When she had licked down to his zipper, Debra Jo pressed her face hard against Blaine's crotch, feeling his spitty cock shaft against her cheek as she jabbed her tongue through the opening to fuck the tip of her tongue against his hairy ball-sac. She wished his pants were off so that she could suck on his balls like she wanted to.

After nibbling her way slowly back up to the massive, flared head of his prick, Debra Jo began tonguing his pisshole. She stroked his giant cock shaft with both hands, moving them up and down arid twisting in opposite directions. Then, with her tits jiggling in her dress from her ragged breathing, Debra Jo opened her mouth wide, and she pushed her face down. Her pink lips crawled over his smooth cockhead, rolling over the ridge that separated the knob from the shaft. Once Debra Jo had his entire cockhead in her mouth, she tightened her lips around his prickshaft and put her tongue in motion.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she mewled, holding the pricktip in her mouth while her lips and tongue worked their magic on Blaine's feverish flesh.

With her golden hair spilling down her back, trailing over her boots and onto the floor, Debra Jo began bobbing her face slowly. She took his cockhead in and out of her mouth, her lips never losing contact with Blaine's prick meat as she chewed and kneaded it hungrily. Her pink tongue lashed at the bulbous, fleshy knob, thirsty for the moment when cum would gush in powerful, salty streams from his pisshole.

Above the table, Blaine was smiling that boyish, spoiled, lusty smile of his that so infuriated Candace. The hot, slurping sounds of Debra Jo's wanton blowjob were just loud enough for Candace, James and Blaine to hear. The sound was enough to give James a hard-on, which bulged angrily in his pants.

"Don't just sit there like a dummy," Blaine said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Get under the table and give James a blowjob. I'm sure he needs one, too. And let me tell you something, Candace, sucking his cock wouldn't hurt you, either. Hell, it would do you a world of good."

"Why don't you mind your own business?" Candace snapped. She had seen Blaine's prick, and though she didn't particularly like the boy, she admitted quietly to herself that he had the most incredible prick, any woman could dream of. Although Debra Jo had fucked and sucked James several times in the past few days, Candace had always kept her distance from Blaine, wanting nothing to do with him even if he did have an amazingly large, powerful prick.

"Suit yourself, Candace. No skin off my ass if you don't know how to have fun." Blaine leaned back in the booth, folding his hands on the table as he concentrated on the thrilling sensations his mother's mouth was providing for his prick.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred again, his cockhead pressing hard against the back of her mouth. She had to bend his thick fuckpole down so that she could suck on it, but Blaine didn't seem to mind.

Releasing his prick from her mouth, Debra Jo looked around as she remained kneeling under the table. It was strange to see nothing but the crotches of three people. Since Candace was also wearing a dress, Debra Jo could see her friend's pink panties. When an idea came to Debra Jo, she giggled impishly and hoped that none of the waiters would come to the table for a while.

"Everybody up there," she hissed quietly, "try to be cool, will you? I'll take care of all of you, so quit arguing."