Don Scott: Two wild mothers

"Awwwwww!" Rogers groaned, throwing his head back on his chair as his balls began squirming in their sag.

Her lips were ovaled around his prickshaft, just behind the rim of Rogers' cockhead. She pounded on his hard cock and felt it flex in her fist. A moment later, a jet of creamy, salty jism splattered over her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

"Ummmm!" she squealed, her face twisting in an expression of absolute contempt as she continued to pound and suck on his meaty fuckpole.

Candace swallowed convulsively, writhing in agony on the floor as more cum flooded her mouth. She tongued his spewing cockhead, hating the taste of his pungent fuck-cream as it flowed in spurts against her tongue.

"Take it all! Swallow that cum, you cocksucker!"

"Mmmmmm!" she groaned as his prick gave one final jerk between her lips and a drop of jism slipped out of his piss slit. Candace swallowed the drop, then pulled her mouth off Rogers' prick.

"Very… good… my dear," Rogers said weakly, looking through slitted eyes at the beautiful woman kneeling at his feet.

"Can you get me my son now?" Candace asked, rising unsteadily to her feet. She hated the slimy feeling her attorney's cum had left in her mouth. She could still taste his acrid, salty fuck-cream, and she promised herself a stiff drink as soon as possible.

Debra Jo had nearly been in a trance as she watched the blowjob. It excited her tremendously to see this unknown brunette with the compact body bringing her face to and fro along Rogers' prick. But it also disgusted her that he would force such an obviously unwilling woman to suck his cock. Her sense of justice boiled up inside, her, and. Debra Jo opened the door wide, her shimmering blue eyes throwing daggers at Rogers and Simmons.

"You fucking bastards," she hissed venomously. "How dare you abuse that woman! Forcing me into fucking and sucking is one thing, but forcing her is quite another thing!"

Candace buried her face in her hands, not wanting to look at the stunningly beautiful woman with the long blonde hair. It was clear to Candace that the woman had watched her putting Rogers' vile prick into her mouth. Candace couldn't stand the thought of anyone knowing she had swallowed a man's cum.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rogers asked his prick still hanging out from the fly of his pants. From the look of total rage on Debra Jo Larson's face, Rogers knew that he had better do some fast talking, or his career as an attorney would soon be over.

Debra Jo helped Candace out of the bar, slipping her arm around the brunette's to steady her. Since taking the embarrassed woman out of the law offices, Debra Jo had kept a steady stream of gin-and-tonics going down the woman's throat.

"Where did you say your car was?" Debra Jo asked, her long hair flowing in the warm evening breeze.

"Over there some… somewhere," Candace replied, each word slurred badly. "But I don't think I can drive."

"Don't you worry. I'll drive you home and take a cab from there."

Debra Jo wasn't surprised to find that Candace's car was a conservative station wagon. It fit everything Candace had told Debra Jo about her husband, and her former life as the middle-class suburban housewife and mother. But that had all been swept out from under her now. She had to wait until tomorrow to take custody of her son, James. Debra Jo, too, had to wait until the following day before she could finally have custody of her son, whom she hadn't seen in several years.

"You know," Candace said, slipping into the front seat on the passenger side, "you're probably the only friend I have now. All my friends were really just friends of… that bastard. That bastard husband of mine."

"You must be getting better," Debra Jo replied, her blue eyes flashing as she started the engine. "You're at last using a curse word now and then. A couple of hours ago he was that man; now he's that bastard. Quite an improvement, if you really stop to think about it."

Candace steadied herself, trying to focus her eyes. "Oh, God! God, I'm drunk! And men! Men did this to me! I felt so hideous being on my knees… first so that one bastard could shove his cock into me like a dog, then so the other bastard could push his prick into my mouth. They're animals, you know. All men are animals."

"Yes, honey, all men are animals," Debra Jo replied, putting the car in gear. "Now let me take you home so you can get some rest."

They drove to a nice house in a nice suburb, and Debra Jo could understand why Candace suddenly felt as though everything she believed in had come crashing down around her shoulders.

Debra Jo felt the uncomfortable itching in her crotch, the tingling which signified that she was horny and had better do something about it quick before she went crazy. Since seeing her new friend on her knees, giving a hot – if not unwilling – blowjob to her attorney, Debra Jo had been unable to shake the image from her mind.

She helped Candace sit lightly on the edge of the king-size bed and looked at her friend. She was, without question, a beautiful woman. Not beautiful in the same way that Debra Jo was beautiful, but beautiful nevertheless. Soft lines flowed smoothly, one into the other, not like the striking, chiseled features that Debra Jo had turned into a fortune.

"Let me help you," Debra Jo said, the words sounding in her ears as though someone else had said them.

"T-thank YOU… I don't think I'm going to last much longer," Candace slurred. "I've had too much to drink. Men! Ug! Damn men! All they do is screw up my life!"

Debra Jo was annoyed with herself when she noticed her longs slender fingers were trembling slightly. She began unbuttoning Candace's dress, starting at the neckline. When the woman didn't protest, Debra Jo felt her heart leap in her chest.

"We can do without men, you know," Debra Jo said softly, unbuttoning the dress down past the brunette's pleasantly swollen tits. "There are ways of getting around what we need them for."

"Men! All they do is take your body and your heart, then cast you aside when they're done!"

The blonde pushed the dress from Candace's shoulders, then helped her take it completely off. Debra Jo's heart was thudding in her chest now, the blood pounding a drum beat in her ears. She knew what she was going to do – or, at least, try to do – and the prospect frightened her as much as it excited her.

"Let me take your bra off," Debra Jo said. But instead of sitting on the edge of the bed to get to the bra's clasp, Debra Jo reached around Candace's body. For a moment, their faces were dangerously close, clear blue eyes gazing hungrily into pale green eyes. "We can do without men, you and I."

"Can we really?"

Licking her lips to moisten them, Debra Jo kissed Candace lightly. It was a friendly kiss. Nothing threatening. Just a kiss between two women who had become good friends in a very short time because of circumstances beyond their control. But the second kiss that followed quickly had nothing to do with friendship. It was tinged with raw, hungry passion.

Debra Jo pressed her mouth harder against Candace's, parting her lips slightly and slithering her tongue out to run in over the soft, supple lips of her friend. She raised her hands, cupping the softly contoured mounds of Candace's tits. With her thumbs, Debra Jo felt both nipples harden inside the woman's bra.

"Mmmmmm! So nice, so sweet," Debra Jo purred, pushing Candace backward onto the bed. "We don't need men, honey. We don't need them at all."

As Candace mumbled something incoherent, Debra Jo's hand stole quickly around her body, unclasping the hook that kept her bra on. In seconds, she had the brunette's firm, rounded mounds of titflesh exposed and was devouring one hard nipple with her lips and tongue.