Don Scott: Two wild mothers

"Listen to me, Blaine," Debra Jo said, trying to sound calm. She kept her eyes closed, her head on the pillow. "You mustn't tell anyone about those photographs. They were taken by your… father… so that he could receive favors, receive photographic assignments. I didn't want to do what I did, but I was young and in love, and he said I had to."

The beautiful blonde hoped she sounded convincing. As Debra Jo spoke, she calmed down. The sound of her own voice was comforting in a strange and simple way. Her son was a stranger to her. He had changed, physically and mentally, since the last time she had seen him. Debra Jo wanted nothing more than to gain his respect.

The sound of Blaine's sleeping bag zipper being pulled down didn't frighten Debra Jo at first. It was a warm night, and there was really no need to be inside the sleeping bags. She figured he was probably opening it up enough to let some air in. After the shocking experience of seeing the photographs, then seeing his mother in the nude, she could understand if his body was a little overheated.

"Just close your eyes and try to get some sleep," Debra Jo said, her voice a whisper now. "Don't think about a thing, and you'll forget everything in no time. I assure you, you'll forget, honey."

"Like hell I will," Blaine hissed.

"I don't like to hear you talk like that," Debra Jo scolded mildly.

The blonde was just about to tell him to be quiet and get to sleep when she felt a heavy weight upon her. Debra Jo's eyes shot open. She found herself looking up at Blaine's naked body. He had crawled across the tent and straddled her, pinning her to the floor, her arms trapped at her sides in the sleeping bag.

"Blaine, what are you… oh, my God!" Debra Jo gasped, at first angry with her son, then astounded by what she saw. Blaine not only had his father's physique, he had his cock. He had the one thing that had drawn Debra Jo to him like a moth to a flame. Blaine's prick, fully hard, stretched out from his body, dropping slightly downward from its own weight. Debra Jo did a quick mental calculation, guessing her son's prick would measure nearly a foot long.

"Big, isn't it?" Blaine said, grabbing his awesome fuckpole by the shaft. "All the women tell me that it's bigger than any they've ever seen. Dad thinks he is bigger, but I doubt it. I think mine is bigger than his."

"Are you insane?" Debra Jo demanded.

She couldn't take her eyes off Blaine's magnificent prick. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. It was enormous in length with a slight curve to the left and a cockhead that seemed to be the size of an apple. She saw the tiny piss slit at the head of his pricktip and wondered if her son's jism tasted just as salty and delicious as his father's had.

Her eyes moved down to the hairy ball-sac that swung freely between Blaine's tensed thighs. From the size of it, Debra Jo knew that her son had a load and a half to give any woman. If he was like his father, she thought, getting his load shot once was just the preliminary. Blaine would want to shoot his heavy wad of fuck-cream at least twice, and maybe three or four times.

"No, I'm not insane, just horny," Blaine said, stroking his prick slowly. The head of his fuckpole was above Debra Jo's mouth. He didn't want to give it to her just yet… not until he figured out what her mood was. "It must be in the blood. That's the way I figure it. You're a horny woman, Dad's a horny guy, I'm a horny guy. It's all in the blood, so why fight it? We need each other right now."

"Blaine, this is foolish… wrong," Debra Jo whispered, hoping her tone held more conviction that her heart felt. She couldn't take her eyes off the reddish head of her son's enormous shaft of blood and muscle. "Don't you see how wrong it is?"

"Listen, if my old man taught me anything, it was to set goals and do everything necessary to achieve them." Blaine was smiling down at his mother as he stroked his prick faster, harder, dragging his fist from the rim of the cockhead to the root. "My immediate goal is to shove my cock into your mouth and have you suck it until I cum. After that? Well, I'm sure two intelligent people such as ourselves can think of lots of great things to do with our bodies, don't you?"

Debra Jo wished the fire in her cunt wasn't burning so hot, wished her nipples weren't tingling with the intense excitement she felt. Even her eyes, the beautiful captive knew, were giving her away. They were sparkling with the electricity that all but crackled through her veins.

When Blaine touched his spongy cockhead to Debra Jo's face, she gasped in shock. She could smell the musky aroma of his cock. Debra Jo's breathing quickened. As she breathed faster, her jugs billowed out, getting more flattened by her son's weight. Her hard nipples were sending tingles straight to her cunt, making it throb and drool out the pussy juice.

"Tell me you want to suck my cock," Blaine demanded. "Go on, tell me or you're never going to get my big prick – and you know you'll never find a bigger one in your pussy."

Debra Jo squeezed her lips together as her son tried to force his massive cockhead into her mouth. She knew he spoke the truth. The fire in her cunt told her as much.

"Yes," Debra Jo said. She was going to add more, tell Blaine that she thought his cock was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life. But she never had the chance. As soon as she parted her lips to speak, he shoved his pricktip into her mouth, prying apart her lips.

"Ohhhhh! Suck it good flow," Blaine hissed, feeling the warm moisture of his mother's mouth surround the head of his cock.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" the blonde moaned lustfully, opening her jaws wider to accept more of his hot, meaty prick into her mouth. She swirled her slick tongue against the clefted underside of his cockhead, knowing the effect it would have on her son.

Debra Jo's moist lips were stretched around the thick, oval shaft of Blaine's cock. Her tongue was wedged to the bottom of her mouth as he forced more of his fuckpole into the hot, wet recesses. She squirmed in her sleeping bag, not trying to get away, but trying to get a hand to her cunt. She wanted to shove a finger between the silky lips of her pussy to relieve the fire that burned so agonizingly hot there.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, feeling his cockhead striking the back of her mouth. If he forced any more of his big prick into her mouth, Blaine's cockhead would be jammed down her throat. Debra Jo hadn't tried to swallow such a huge prick since her husband, to amuse his drunken friends at a poker game, forced a teenage Debra Jo to deep-throat his cock in front of them.

"Use your tongue on it," Blaine sighed, stroking his fuckpole while he inserted the bulbous head into the blonde's mouth. Her blue eyes sparkled with the excitement she felt, and that was not lost on Blaine. He had no intention of raping his mother. There was never any need to rape anyone, the boy had learned long ago. Merely showing his prick was usually enough to make any woman fall into his arms… or onto her knees.

As Blaine pulled his prick out of her mouth, Debra Jo worked to curl her tongue around his delicious, rubbery pricktip. Even with her mouth open as far as she could get it, the hot blooded blonde couldn't fit much more than his cockhead and two inches of the shaft into her mouth. And since the angle Blaine was shoving his prick into her mouth didn't make it easy to take his cock down her throat, she had to be content to suck on that part of his fuckpole that he fed her.

Finally squirming enough to get her hand between her thighs, Debra Jo shoved her middle finger between her rosy, dewy cuntlips. Her pussy seemed to suck her finger into it, just as her mouth sucked his cock in. She crooned lustfully, salivating freely around his inward plunging prick as it flattened her tongue in her mouth. Her clit sizzled, burning red-hot, the flame ignited and burning out of control. The blonde knew that the only thing to douse that fire would be pussyjuice.