Don Scott: Two wild mothers

"Ohhhhhhh!" James groaned, the sound dying out as the last of his cum was shaken off the tip of his prick to land in Candace's hair, white against the dark tresses.

Debra Jo snuggled closer against Candace's body, enjoying the feeling of her tits mashing against her friend's. Their sons were now both sleeping soundly in the nearby bed.

"Candace, I want to tell you that I haven't had so much enjoyment and satisfaction in my entire life," Debra Jo whispered, touching her friend's cheek lightly with her fingertips. "I really mean that. You and James have been fantastic for me."

I've changed so much since meeting you, Candace replied, looking first at her friend, then over at James' prone figure as he slept. "Who would have thought that I'd ever fall in love with my own son's prick?"

"Does it have to end?" Debra Jo asked fearfully.

"Of course not. In fact, with a little luck, I'll be able to start it all over again." Candace winked at Debra Jo and slipped out of her arms. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Candace grabbed James' limp prick as he slept, and she raised his rubbery cockhead. She licked her lips, then wrapped them tenderly around his cockshaft. Instantly, even in sleep, James started responding to his mother's oral demands. His cock grew slowly and steadily until it was ovaling her mouth, stretching her pink lips.

"I can get the picture," Debra Jo giggled, kneeling beside Candace. She grabbed Blaine's cock and kissed it loudly. "Tell me, are we ever going to stop this orgy?"

Candace pulled her mouth off James' throbbing prick just long enough to say: "Of course not!" Then she resumed hungrily sucking his fuckpole.