"Two wild mothers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Scott Don)

CHAPTER FOUR

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.

"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.

"I… I used to dream about you," Blaine whispered, shoving his cockhead into Debra Jo's mouth until he felt the knob nudge the opening of her throat. When she drew a firm suction on his prickhead, her cheeks sucked inward. "I would look at all the magazine covers you did and jerk off. Dad never really told me much about you, but I would hear him bragging to his friends how he could make you do anything."

Debra Jo, her eyes glassy with the raw, burning lust she felt, moved her head slightly. She rolled it around on the pillow, allowing his mushroomed cockhead to slide against her cheeks, billowing out her face, and against the roof of her mouth. While she did this, her tongue was in constant motion, flicking and probing, rubbing and scraping his cockhead and shaft to make her son's prick even longer and harder. She wanted… needed his hot, spewing cum to splatter against her tongue and come gushing down her throat. She wanted to taste his creamy wad and let him know that, despite everything he had ever heard about her, she still loved him very much… and in ways she herself never dreamed possible.

"Mmmmrnm!" Debra Jo purred, her lips chewing tenderly on the ridge of Blaine's cockhead. She bared her teeth, biting slowly on the knob until she felt the inner core of bone-hard, steelish prickmeat.

"Yesssssss! You're fantastic!" Blaine said. He pulled back the skin on his prick, stretching the flesh around his knob even more tautly. He felt every move his mother's tongue made. Her mouth felt as hot as an oven, languidly massaging the tip of his rod.

Pulling his pricktip from the tight, sucking cavern of Debra Jo's mouth, Blaine moved his cock around, rubbing her cheeks with his cockhead. The blonde instinctively began chewing on the side of his prickshaft with her lips, and dragging her slick tongue over the tingling flesh.

"Yes, honey, do whatever you want," Debra Jo whispered, shoving her finger full length into her cunt. "I'll love anything you do to me. Fuck my face, Blaine! I love it when you fuck my face!"

The heat of her son's cockhead rubbing against her face sent excitement twitching throughout Debra Jo's curvaceous body. Her legs quivered in the sleeping bag, her thighs clamping around her beating hand as she finger-fucked herself. His apple-sized cockhead rolled over her cheekbone, and Debra Jo closed one eye, feeling the heat of his cock against her eyelid. When his prick moved higher still, pressing against her forehead, she felt his hot, hairy balls nudging her chin.

"Let me lick your balls, honey! Let me lick them so they'll give me what I need!"

"Yesssss!" Blaine hissed, continuing to stroke his massive prick. He leaned forward and watched as his beautiful, lusty mother worked his itching balls over with her tongue. She took turns sucking one ball into her mouth, then the other. When she was finished, his ball-sac was wet with her spit and cum was boiling inside her.

Leaning farther forward, Blaine put his hands on the floor of the tent, remaining in a push-up position as his jaw-stretching prick hung down toward Debra Jo's face. He waited until she had her mouth wantonly open, then punched his cockhead between her lips.

"Now I'm going to fuck your face," he said through gritted teeth, struggling to hold the cum in his balls as long as possible.

Debra Jo had both hands between her thighs now. She used the fingers of one hand to spread her cuntlips. Her other hand was bobbing furiously, reaming her fuckhole with two fingers. Capturing the head of Blaine's prick between her lips once more, she prepared herself for what she feared would be a less than tender face-fucking.

"Mmmm! Ummmmm! Ummmm!" she crooned, nipping at his throbbing cockhead as it jerked back and forth between her lips.

The gorgeous blonde was surprised at her son. His skill and control were beyond his years, and it was obvious that he had used his gigantic prick on many women in the past. Debra Jo tightened her lips around his cockhead. She salivated freely and whipped his prickhead with her tongue as the ridge slipped back and forth between her lips.

"Mmmmmm!" Debra Jo purred, oblivious to anything but her son's cock and her fiery clit. She was finger-fucking her cunt now like a demon, ramming two fingers hard and fast into her pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb.

"Uhhhh! Suck it!" Blaine said in a choked whisper, pistoning his hips up and down. The hot, passionate sounds of his mother's mouth sucking hungrily on his cock added fuel to the fire in his balls that was already burning out of control. Thick drops of precum oozed out of Blaine's cockhead onto Debra Jo's pink, slithering tongue. She moaned, louder than before, sucking with feverish intensity. She knew his full wad wasn't far behind, and the horny blonde was determined to give her son the best blowjob he had ever had.

"I'm… going… to…" Blaine hissed. He leaned back, mashing Debra Jo's tits with his thighs again. Grabbing the pulsating shaft of his cock, he jacked his prick rapidly.

"Ummmmm! Mmmmmm!" Debra Jo mewled softly, tonguing his drooling pisshole. Her lips were pulled outward, wrapped around the shaft just behind his cockhead. She sucked hard on his engorged cock, tastihg the precum that dripped onto her tongue, but knowing that more jism would soon follow.

Blaine had stopped fucking his mother's face. His whole body trembled as he jacked his prick, holding his cockhead motionless in Debra Jo's mouth for her to chew and suck on.

"Awwwww! Suck me, suck me, suck me!"

The molten streams of jism seemed endless. Debra Jo was tonguing the slitted tip of Blaine's prick when the first jet splattered her tongue and back of her mouth. She crooned and swallowed the salty jism as more gushed into her mouth. Again, Debra Jo swallowed. But, to her extreme surprise, what followed was like one long stream of endless cum. Pungent, sticky cum pumped in torrents against her tongue, spraying over her pearly teeth and against her throat.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, swallowing her fifth blast of fuck-cream.

Debra Jo had stopped finger-fucking herself. Her pleasure came from giving maximum pleasure to her son. If she could please him, give him more pleasure than he had ever known, then she would be pleased beyond words.

"Ug! Ug! Ug!" Blaine grunted, jerking more softly on his cock as the cum subsided. He worked a last drop of cream through his prick's long, rubbery tube, then withdrew his cockhead from Debra Jo's mouth.

His pricktip hovered over her mouth, a yellowish, sticky drop of jism forming at the tip, then dangling from it.

"Let me have it," Debra Jo whispered hungrily, opening her luscious mouth wide and sticking her tongue out, prepared to catch the cum. "Please, I want to drink all of you!"

Debra Jo waited, her eyes locked on the drop of jizz as it slowly pulled away from the head of Blaine's prick, dangling from a thin string of jism. When it finally separated from his cockhead, the delicious fuck-cream landed on her tongue, and she swallowed it with obvious joy.

"Mmmmmm!" she cooed, licking her lips. "You really had a load! I thought you were going to drown me for a second."

Blaine punched his cockhead back into the hot, creamy cavern of Debra Jo's mouth and watched the way her lips massaged his cockhead and shaft. When she had sucked his fuckpole clean, he rolled off her, falling onto his back and breathing heavily.

Debra Jo closed her eyes, enjoying the aftertaste of her son's jism in her mouth. Her tongue felt coated with cum, and her lips tingled from having been violated for so long, spread wide by such a magnificent, massive prick. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Blaine lying naked on his sleeping bag.

Crawling quietly out of her sleeping bag, Debra Jo moved over to her son. She knelt, sitting on the backs of her heels. Her long hair flowed down her back, spreading out on the tent's floor. Her firm tits rose and fell with the rising excitement in her cunt. Her cherry nipples were nubs of tingling desire.

"You're not done yet, Blaine," Debra Jo whispered, looking hungrily at his limp prick. "As soon as I gel that bastard hard again, you're going to fuck me."

"Fine, just give me some time to catch my breath," Blaine replied. Then, without warning, his mother was all over him, lowering her juicy pussy onto his face as she gulped his cockmeat into her mouth and throat.

She's insatiable, thought Blaine happily as he shoved his tongue deep into her tight cunt.