Don Scott: Two wild mothers

"Listen, all that's really important is that I get my son back… and that I get those photographs. If I don't get the photographs and the negatives, he'll be blackmailing me for the rest of my life." Debra Jo, her anger rising, reached into her purse and fished out a cigarette. When she got it burning, she continued. "I don't give a damn about the money. He can keep it, for all I care. I've got a job. A job that makes me a nice, honest living."

"Yes, you teach at a high school, don't you?"

"You know I do."

"But you don't make nearly the income you once did."

"So what?" Debra Jo dragged deeply on her cigarette. The action made her tits swell out even more, causing the buttons of her blouse to strain mightily to hold in her creamy mounds of feminine titflesh. "What's the game here, boys? I haven't time to fuck around playing games."

Simmons, sitting behind his desk, cleared his throat nervously. "Mrs. Larson, we think we can get the negatives, the photo album and Blaine for you. But it'll take money up front for us to do that. If you can accommodate us, you'll have everything you want within two weeks. If not… well, there's no telling what might happen."

"He wants to divorce me to marry that sleazy young model he's been photographing, right?"

"Yes."

"And you know I can't afford to give you any more money, right?" Debra Jo rose slowly from her chair, crushing out her cigarette in the ashtray. "So we've got to make a deal, and I know what kind of deal you boys have in mind."

"Deal?" Rogers asked, feigning ignorance.

"Let's see… I'll bet you're the type that digs blowjobs, right?" Debra Jo eyed Rogers coolly. She stepped up to him and, with her knee-high leather boots having three-inch heels, she had to look down into his face.

"Sure, I can handle anything you boys want to throw at me. Shall we get started?"

"Whatever you say," Rogers said, his voice high-pitched and squeaky with tension.

Debra Jo sank slowly to her knees before Rogers, a sultry smile playing over her glistening pink lips. She tugged his belt loose and slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants. His underwear was tented with a stubby, thick cock which was getting harder by the second. Tugging Rogers' underwear down to his thighs, Debra Jo caught her first sight of the old man's prick. It wasn't more than five inches long, but quite thick. A heavy, blue vein ran along the broad, flat upper surface of his fuckpole.

"This is what you've really been waiting for all along, isn't it?" Debra Jo asked, curling her fingers around his hot column of cockmeat. She looked up at Rogers, her smile devilishly charming. "You want to see your prick in the mouth of the face that's graced the covers of so many magazines. I can understand that. Sure I can."

As she squatted, her knees up and pressing her tits, Debra Jo's hair touched the floor. When she had been a model, her hair reached the small of her back. Since then, she had let it grow even more, knowing that it was her trump card in the looks department, and now it reached to mid-thigh. She fucked the tresses over her shoulders and licked her lips, making them glisten even more.

"I've got the best technique around," Debra Jo purred, her warm breath cascading over his aroused, iron-hard cock. "You're really going to shoot your balls off with me, ol' boy."

Despite her obvious contempt for him, Rogers couldn't remember a time when he had been more turned-on. To see such a famous and gorgeous face moving closer and closer to his reddish cockhead was more exciting than anything his legalistic mind could comprehend.

"I'm the blowjob queen," Debra Jo whispered, closing her eyes. When her lips made contact with the spongy tip of Rogers prick, the blonde let her pink tongue slither out.

"Ohhhhhh! Goddamn that feels good," Rogers hissed, grabbing onto the desk to support his trembling knees. He looked at his friend, Simmons, and smiled weakly. They had planned for this to happen, and now it was working out exactly as they had hoped even better.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred, tasting her lawyer's prick for the first time. She found it meaty, but somewhat bland.

Tonguing with increasing speed, the blonde lapped at the rubbery head of Rogers' prick until it was shining with her spit. Then, slowly, she parted her lips wider. Sipping on the very tip of his fuckpole, Debra Jo bobbed slowly to and fro. Deeper and deeper, his cock moved into her hot, moist mouth until her lips rolled over the throbbing, responsive ridge of Rogers' prickhead.

"Ohhhhhhh! Oh, Goddddd!" the old man groaned, gripping the desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Mmmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred, louder than before so that Rogers would know exactly how much she loved sucking his cock.

With her tongue roving smoothly along the veined underside of Rogers' prick, Debra Jo swallowed more of his fuckpole into her mouth. She felt supremely confident as his meaty cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth. The old men may be thinking they had set her up, but this was really her game.

As she sucked on his prick, Debra Jo's cheeks sunk inward. She gobbled his meaty cockflesh into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around the shaft almost at the root. Opening her eyes, she saw the blurred image of Rogers' curly cockhair barely two inches away.

"Mmmmmmmft!" she slurped, pulling back slowly, chewing on his prickshaft with her lips. She chomped on the ridge of his pricktip, moving her lips to bring his cock into even greater hardness.

"Look at her suck," Rogers said quietly, unable to believe that it was really his cock in the former model's mouth. He was already in possession of the photo album and had jerked off countless times to the pictures of Debra Jo sucking and fucking. But now… now that the real person was mouthing his prick… he shivered in total, complete ecstasy.

When Debra Jo tasted a pungent drop of precum, she crooned lustfully and rotated her face in a semi-circle around his cockhead. Her pink tongue lashed at his tiny piss slit, urging another delicious drop of ooze out.

Taking his fuckpole completely out of her mouth, Debra Jo wrapped her hand around it again, stroking the spitty length slowly from stem to head. She looked up into Rogers' face and licked her wide mouth in a lurid, suggestive way.

"You want to cum in my mouth… or maybe you're the kinky type?" Debra Jo's smile was pure pornography. She could read the lawyer's mind like an open book. "Yeah, I know what you really want. You may not ask for it, but I know what'll pop your cork. You're not the first guy who gets off on shooting his load onto my face. Hell, you've probably seen the photographs my dear husband took. You know what kind of cocksucker I am."

Rogers' mouth moved, but no words came out. He ran a dry tongue around his lips and tried to speak again, but still found himself mute. Finally, embarrassed by his own incredible excitement, he simply nodded his head.

Cooing with contentment at her own ability to judge the situation accurately, Debra Jo resumed her succulent blowjob. With her lips bobbing relentlessly over his cockhead, she twisted and stroked the short shaft of Rogers' prick. The added stimulation of having a hand frisking firmly on his cockshaft while the beautiful woman's lips worked their miracles on his cockhead made the jism boil hotly in his balls.

"Mmmmmmm!" the blonde purred, tasting the new precum that trickled from the slitted head of Rogers' prick. She could sense that he wasn't very far from shooting his balls off, and Debra Jo mentally prepared herself for the event.

Her large, firm tits rolled up and down, straining to be freed from the confining bra and blouse as Debra Jo's head pistoned faster and faster on his broad cockhead. Her lipstick had been rubbed off on the rubbery surface of his fat prick, which now ovaled her tingling lips.