Don Scott: Two wild mothers

The two tents were up and the sun was setting. Debra Jo eyed Candace cautiously, aware that her new friend had kept her distance throughout the day. Since picking up their boys, Candace had spoken freely to Debra Jo, but kept out of arm's reach every step of the way.

The women had decided – though it was certainly Debra Jo's idea – to take a short vacation with their sons. Debra Jo hadn't seen her son in a long time, and she wanted to get to know him again. She especially wanted to know what kind of hideous lies her former husband had told about her.

So the four of them had packed quickly, got a couple of two-man tents, and jumped into Candace's station wagon, then headed for destinations unknown.

"Well, what are the sleeping arrangements going to be?" Debra Jo asked, directing the question to no one in particular. "Shall the boys and girls sleep separately?"

"No!" Candace snapped. She was still nervous about the previous evening, though she couldn't remember much of what had happened. She remembered that Debra Jo had taken off her clothes, and remembered the wild thrill of having a tongue probing hungrily in her cunt. But to think that it was really her stunning friend who had eaten her pussy was hard to believe. Candace wished she hadn't drunk so much. If she had been sober, she never would have let Debra Jo get anywhere near her.

At least, that's what she tried, to tell herself. "Well, then, I guess the Larsons sleep in one tent and the Williams sleep in the other," Debra Jo said.

Turning her crystal-blue eyes to her son, Debra Jo smiled. Blaine, in the years that he had been gone, had changed a great deal. He was tall now, like his father, with a broad chest and wide shoulders. His close-cropped blond hair and sharp features followed Debra Jo's genes, but the rest of him was definitely from his father. Blaine, despite his youth, was a handsome young man with an athlete's body. Dressed in a jogging suit, he was the picture of youthful virility. Blaine was a lady killer, a handsome young man who would get even more handsome as the years went by… and he damn well knew it.

"You get ready for bed," Debra Jo said, feeling perfectly natural in her role as mother once more. "Just give me a call when you're ready, and I'll come in."

It got dark quickly in the almost deserted campground. Debra Jo was happy that there weren't any other campers nearby. She wanted to get away from everything and just enjoy the company of her son and her new friends. She wanted that and nothing more… except, maybe, a cock to satisfy the ravenous hunger in her cunt.

In the tent, Blaine stripped quickly out of his clothes. He always slept in the nude, and being with his mother wasn't going to change him. If his father had taught him anything, it was to be whatever you were and never change. So, like his father, Blaine was rugged, ruthless, handsome and totally dedicated to gratifying his own intense needs.

Blaine slipped into the light sleeping bag and was just about to call his mother when he noticed a thick, bound folder beneath Debra Jo's suitcase. He leaned out of his sleeping bag and pulled the book out from under the suitcase. Upon opening the cover, Blaine felt his prick begin to harden.

"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Blaine mumbled as he turned page after page.

The book was the photo album that Blaine's father had used to blackmail Debra Jo. Each photo had been placed in a plastic sleeve and put in the three-ring folder. As Blaine turned the pages, he grabbed his prick and began stroking it.

"She must be one horny bitch to do all this," Blaine whispered.

He saw the photographs, and his prick got longer and harder: Debra Jo was on her hands and knees, sucking one cock while another was half inserted into her pussy from behind; Debra Jo lying on her back with four guys kneeling by her head, cum crisscrossing her face and clinging in her hair; Debra Jo holding her tits together so a guy could shove his cock between them; Debra Jo jerking off two guys while sucking a third; Debra Jo licking a woman's cunt while a prick slid into the strange woman's asshole; Debra Jo shoving a pool cue into her cunt.

"Are you ready yet?" Blaine heard his mother ask.

"Not quite! Just give me a minute, and you can come in."

Blaine closed the folder, then shoved it under the suitcase again. He couldn't believe all that he had seen his mother do. But the photographs didn't lie. Debra Jo Larson, former model turned physical education teacher, was indeed the horny bitch that everyone said she was.

"I'm coming in now," Debra Jo said, taking a final drag off her cigarette before crushing it out. "I hope you decent."

The blonde opened the flap of the tent, and she stepped in. The tent was easily large enough for the two of them, and Debra Jo was happy that she could stand straight up in it. If there was anything that wealth had taken away from her, it was the enjoyment in roughing it outdoors.

"Turn your back now so I can get ready for bed."

She smiled becomingly at her son, studying his ruggedly handsome face that peeked out from the sleeping bag. When Blaine rolled over, facing the wall of the tent instead of toward her, Debra Jo unzipped her tight designer jeans.

"It was a good day today, wasn't it?" Debra Jo asked, wiggling out of the jeans. She peeled them down her legs, dragging her panties down with them. For some reason, Debra Jo hoped that maybe her son was secretly looking at her body. She turned her back so that if he was looking, he wouldn't have to hide his gaze so much. Slowly, taking her time, she unbuttoned her blouse, then let it fall to the floor of the tent.

"Yes, a very good day," Blaine said, sneaking a glance at his mother as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her long, golden hair flowed down her back, reaching her knees, and he wondered how his hard-on would go down unless he jerked off. She was, without any doubt whatsoever, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Wiggling her shoulders, Debra Jo let the straps of her bra slide down her arms, freeing her tits. She noticed that her nipples were long, erect with a passionate hunger that glowed like an ember in her cunt.

Debra Jo was about to reach for her suitcase to take out the sexy nightie she had brought along when she noticed that something was different. At first, she wasn't sure what it was. She couldn't put her finger on it. Then the realization of what had happened sent cold shivers of fear ripping up her spine.

The photo album was turned differently than the way she had put it! Blaine had taken it and looked at it!

Without thinking, Debra Jo wheeled around, her big tits jiggling, the nipples hard in the center of chocolate-brown areolas. Her hair spread out, some fucking over her left shoulder to hang down the front of her body, obscuring the naked splendor of her tit. She looked down at her teenage son, staring into his eyes, trying to know how much he had seen.

"Blaine, did you look at that photo album? Answer me, did you?" Debra Jo demanded in a hushed whisper, pointing at the album. She was unaware of her own nakedness until she saw Blaine's gaze drifting up and down her body. Suddenly, her cheeks turned crimson. She covered one tit with a hand and covered her pussy with the other.

"Don't get so upset," Blaine said, getting up on one elbow to look at his mother as she scrambled into the sleeping bag that was across the tent from his. "It's no big deal. So what if I've seen them?"

Debra Jo pulled the sleeping bag up to her neck, tucking her arms inside so that only her head was out. She didn't want Blaine to see any more of her body than necessary. Blaine – her son – had seen those lurid photographs! Debra Jo wanted to scream out, but realized at the same time that to draw attention to herself would only bring Candace and James running, and she sure as hell didn't want them involved in what was already a very messy situation.