Don Scott: Two wild mothers

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Debra Jo purred weakly. With Simmons resting on her, she felt too weak to support him. She slipped forward, Simmons following her all the way, until she was laying flat on the carpeted floor. Her tits pressed hard against the floor, mashing against the rough surface, sending tingles throughout her body as they billowed out.

When Simmons' prick became soft and slipped from her cunt, Debra Jo sighed, continuing to breathe heavily as she recovered from the impassioned fucking. She closed her sapphire-blue eyes, tuning out every sound and sensation except the afterglow of her own climax.

"So when do I get my kid and the album?" Debra Jo later asked, zipping up her skirt. She looked at her torn panties on the floor and bent down to pick them up. "I want an answer now."

Rogers exhaled a blue stream of cigar smoke toward the ceiling and said: "Come back in two weeks. You'll be legally divorced, in custody of Blaine and the photo album and you might just have some money to kick around with."

Taking a brush from her purse, Debra Jo pulled it through her thigh-length blonde tresses. She took her time, knowing the men were watching the way her big tits shook as she brushed her hair. When she was finished, she dropped her ruined panties on the desk.

"Here," she said, a sardonic smile playing on her lips as she savored the aftertaste of Rogers' cum. "Keep these as a reminder of this afternoon. I'll see you in two weeks. If you want the same kind of action, you'll have to get me one hell of a settlement."

"Right," Rogers said, watching the blonde's shapely ass swish as she walked out of the office.

Debra Jo got out of the cab and turned her face up to the sun. It was late spring, and she was in a good mood. Today was the day she was scheduled to pick up Blaine, her son. It had been weeks since she fucked and sucked her lawyers, and now they were finally coming up with the bill of goods for which she so want only behaved.

Her knee-length blonde hair fluttered in the warm breeze as she dug in her purse to find a tube of lipstick and a small mirror.

"Might as well make, it good for them a second time around," she murmured to herself, putting extra color on her lips. She fully expected to give a blowjob and get fucked again as soon as she walked into their private office. Debra Jo wasn't disheartened to think about sucking cock or getting fucked. In fact, she was rather horny and wondered if the old men would make her cum again.

When she reached the reception room, Debra Jo was surprised to find it empty. The snippy secretary who had been so nasty to her before wasn't there. Nobody was.

"What the hell's going on here?" the blonde beauty wondered aloud as she stood. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other nervously, eager to take on her attorneys so she could finally see her son. She also wanted to get her hands on all the photographs her rotten husband had taken of her eating cock and pussy, and getting fucked.

Never an overly patient person, Debra Jo decided to find Simmons and Rogers herself. She was certain they had to be somewhere close. The secretary probably stepped out for a cup of coffee or something, she figured.

Just as she was about to knock softly on Rogers' door, Debra Jo heard something indistinct, but familiar from inside. She waited breathlessly, concentrating hard to hear whatever it was again. After a pause, she heard the sound again and, this time, she recognized what it was. Roger was moaning softly and saying something about sucking. "So that explains where the secretary is," Debra Jo said, smiling devilishly at the thought of catching the secretary sucking Rogers' prick. The secretary had been so rude to Debra Jo that the blonde simply couldn't resist the temptation to embarrass the woman.

Grabbing the knob of Rogers' door the former model turned it slowly, silently. She opened the door just a few inches to peer through, looking with one eye.

To her surprise, it was not the secretary that Debra Jo found sucking her attorney's prick. Instead, Debra Jo saw a woman perhaps one or two years older than herself, kneeling between the old man's legs as he sat in his chair. She was a good-looking, with a youthful body and fine feature.

"Holy shit," Debra Jo mumbled, watching closely as she felt the pussyjuices begin to make her cunt moist. It never failed to excite her to watch other people fucking and sucking.

The woman had a compact body, with pleasantly rounded tits, a flat stomach and slender hips. Her brown hair was cropped short enough so that her diamond earrings showed. She looked, Debra Jo decided, damned she's in her teens.

"Eat my cock, damn you!" Rogers hissed, slapping the woman's head lightly as she brought her month up and down on his prick. From the expression on the woman's face, Debra Jo knew she wasn't enjoying giving the blowjob. The woman was fully dressed, but her rather conservatively-cut shirt was bunched at her waist. She was gragging her pink lips up and down on Rogers' fleshy hard cock. The soft, soulful moans she emitted weren't moans of passion, but moans of distress.

"Eat it, Candace!" Rogers hissed, slapping the brunette on the head again, a little harder than the first time. "If you ever want to see your son again, you'll eat my cock! That's the deal we made."

Candace felt the slap and bobbed her head, taking the ugly prick deep into her mouth. She attempted to rub the under side of his smelly prick with her tongue, but didn't do it very well.

"Ummmmmm," she groaned, blinking away the tears of shame and horror that burned in her eyes.

Just get done with it, she told herself as she pulled her lips up the shaft of Rogers' prick. With his cockhead in her mouth, Candace lashed at the tip with her tongue and tasted precum. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be, but that didn't make her humiliation any less devastating.

Candace felt his cock throbbing mightily between her lips, and she pistoned her face down, gulping his prick into her once-virgin mouth. She swallowed his prickmeat until his spongy cockhead struck the back of her mouth, nearly entering her throat. Squirming on the floor, Candace tossed her face faster up and down along the quivering length of her attorney's prick, waiting for the moment when she could swallow his jism, grab her son and get the hell away from him forever.

While her head moved in quick, measured strokes, Candace smoothed her skirt over her thighs again, hiding her pussy. She tried to ignore the warmth in her cunt she felt from the jism Simmons had left there. Having him fuck her pussy was almost worse than having to give a blowjob, Candace thought.

"Ohhhhhhh! Get ready, cocksucker, 'cause you're going to get one hell of a load," Rogers hissed as his fingers squeezed the leather covered arms of his, chair.

Candace wrapped her tiny hand around the root of Rogers' prick, and she staffed stroking it hard, jerking her hand up and down as she drew a tight suction on his cockhead. She had promised to suck him off and drink his cum. And that much she would do. Her husband had left her with absolutely no money, and if she was to get James, her son, back again, she needed the best attorney that she could find.

"Mmmmmmm!" Candace groaned again, lapping at the fiery tip of Rogers' prick as she jerked her fist along the throbbing shaft.

Candace's mind was spinning as she lashed at his cockhead with her tongue, sucking hard on his pricktip. Was she really kneeling before a man she hardly knew, sucking his prick and stroking him at the same time? The strange tingles coming from her cunt confused the brunette. She dismissed the feelings, telling herself that it was just the hot cum in her pussy which made her feel that way. She really wasn't getting hot and horny from giving a blowjob, she told herself desperately.