Don Scott: Two wild mothers

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."