Deb just wants to be a good Mom
Chapter 11

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Deb Scott was inebriated and openly randy at her son's wedding reception. She strutted around the tent hitting on anyone she liked – man or woman, married or single. Watching from afar were Brooke and Lucas. They each had their share of the sexy mother only hours ago and craved it again. Brooke greeted the bulge in her boyfriend's pants by rubbing and stroking it under the table; implanting his dirty mind with more unholy thoughts. Lucas suggested chauffeuring Deb home when it came that time and hooking up with her then, however Brooke's lack of patience
"I can't, Luke. I can't." Brooke would later equate this as a nymphomaniac's form of Chinese water torture. "We need to find someplace quiet and fuck her now." The two excused themselves from their table and approached Deb like any normal couple.
"Hi. We're looking for someone; about yeigh high, coming onto everybody, wearing a snug blue dress that embellishes the contours of her body and falls off at the drop of a cock."
"Fucked her son before his nuptials," Brooke added. "He came in her. She went and showed that to his bride." Deb's prayers had been answered and she was down to fuck this very playful duo.
"Hmm. I did see someone fitting that description outside not too long ago, actually," Deb gestured for them to follow as she gingerly made her way to one of the gazebo's exits. She led them down the outdoor makeshift aisle and over a hill. "Last I saw she was right here, on all fours, taking it from the Best Man and eating out his hot little bridesmaid girlfriend."
"Interesting. I think we need to see what that looked like. Don't you think, Brooke?"
"Yeah, we totally a need a demo."
"Just to get a picture of it in our minds."
"Exactly."

They were having fun feeding off this unique brand of role play. The beauty in blue made haste of her stunning dress, eager to commence the "demonstration", as Brooke rubbed herself through her own equally beautiful red one.
"She was bent over, ass up, dress up, no panties on underneath..." Deb slotted in a pregnant pause as she ran with the scenario she most desired. "And she was spreading her ass, showing off it off to the raunchy young couple." Things were moving very fast and Tree Hill's favourite MILF craved being roughed up. She was on all fours in a jiffy and doing precisely as she described; ass out and cheeks apart as an invite to both cock-hungry entries.
"She sounds like a real classy lady," Lucas knelt down behind Deb and ran fingers over her sensitive holes. It was time to make an important judgement call. He doubted that Deb had cleansed her vagina of Nathan's splooge from earlier that day (Haley can't have gotten all of it) and didn't exactly like the idea of double dipping after another dude's creampie. Her other pretty passage looked rather flavoursome as it gaped and winked, and so that's where he slotted his shaft into.
"She's a very classy lady, Lucas. A classy anal whore."
"I wonder if I can jimmy my cock all the way up to her spine," the Scott boy smirked. "Should I see how far I can get? Hey? Make her my puppet."
"Yeah, shove that big fucking cock inside my ass! I want to shit all over it, Lucas." That killed the mood quick. This was either Deb's wicked sense of humour or inebriation had let a scat fetish slip.
"You'd better not." Luke inspected her yawning gap with the light on his phone to check that there weren't any surprises hidden in there. "You'd better not," he reiterated.
"Kidding," Deb smirked. "I came prepared." She owned an enema kit and flushed herself out today, positive that she would seize some cock.
"Brooke, go make sure she doesn't say anymore crap." The brunette knew what that meant and took a seat on the patch of grass in front of Deb, her crotch in the blonde's face, and wriggled her skirt up to reveal that she too—like Deb—left her knickers at home. Not many women are bold and gutsy enough to attend a wedding commando style.
"Eat up," Brooke cackled and wrapping her palms around the back of the older woman's head, pushing it down onto her. "I love crashing my pussy into pretty girls... smearing their makeup... observing them in their natural habitat, as obedient little cunt-licker's. Say, Ms Scott, do I taste eighteen?" The cheerleader transmitted a domineering streak beyond her years.

Deb was as fierce in giving head as Brooke was about enforcing it. Behind closed doors she had been with a number of girls but none were as sexy or scrumptious as this one. Luke spat on her crack and the saliva served as lube when it ran down to her gape. He slid his shaft back inside her, and although there was considerable resistance to compete against, he welcomed the warmth.
"Stretch my filthy ass," Deb moaned into Brooke's box. "Load it with your spunk! It has a real chip on its shoulder about my pussy always choking cocks."
"God, you are one dirty bitch. If I'm half the slut you are at your age..." The brunette thrust her pelvis harder into Deb and mashed the MILF's nose against her lovely landing strip.
"You won't have to worry about that," Deb commented as she broke her master's grapple for an instant. "AH! AAAAH!" The star Raven hit her where it hurt – literally. Being so well-endowed, Luke was accustomed to rousing reactions from women. Couple that with Deb's exceptionally receptive booty and you had yourself a match made in heaven.
"If you're going to shout, do it smothered with pussy!" Brooke jerked the blonde's head back into her crotch, her eyes aflutter with a spate of incisive tongue-lashes. If her vagina was a ticking time bomb then her clit was the red wire.
"Ohhh. Ahhh. Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah... aaaaaaah! AH! AAAH! OOAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" The divorcé screamed, before shifting focus to encase Brooke's erect flesh with her hot mouth.
"Holy shit. Oh my god." Brooke's head swayed from side to side as she was blindsided by a dexterous technique. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Mm. My cunt, it's... gonna come on your... don't you... I'm... I'm. Don't you dare fucking stop." There were no intentions of letting up with this petite vixen gasping and overcome with ecstasy. Deb's sexual prowess instinctively told her to finger-bang the babbling Brooke in union with her incessant suckling. Of course, like any verified nymphomaniac will express, you can't go down on a girl and jam a few fingers inside her twat without taking care of yourself a little, too, so Deb rubbed the surface of her own wet cunt. It complemented the good work of Lucas and her ass quickly adjusting to his god-given-gift; all the associated pain was quickly shaving off, leaving only pleasure. "Don't stop. Keep going. Right there. Right there. Smash my fucking pussy. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't-yeah-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Brooke rode through her very vocal orgasm with a mountain of clamour and convulsions. Deb moved with these spasms and hung on like a leech, making sure not to blink so she didn't miss even a nanosecond of the high schooler's elation. Brooke's sweet discharge streamed down her fingers and intoxicated Deb perhaps more than any alcohol had tonight. Brooke gently eased her clutch on the busty blonde and welcomed her with open lips as the two babes shared a sensual kiss. "Mm. Tastes like wine and pussy."

Deb wormed her sticky fingers between the action to delight in Brooke's proclivity for pussy and, sure enough, they were gobbled up. Luke's modest pounding grew more and more distant in the back of her mind.
"You're stunning, you know that?" Deb had never checked out this gorgeous girl from such close a distance and found herself in awe of every dainty feature. Brooke blushed and donned the most adorable smile as she sashayed out Deb's fingers from between her teeth.
"Choke me with your hand. Pretty please, with sugar on top." Brooke's request came deliberately meek as she tilted her head back, opened wide and protruded her tongue in readiness. Deb's experience with fist-fucking was negligible and, although it didn't personally float her boat, Brooke's eagerness was a colossal turn-on. She stuck her moist hand down the lascivious girl's throat and tentatively slid it back and forth.
"And you think I'm dirty," Deb grinned. "How did you get so kinky, hmm? Having your hair pulled, your ass spanked raw, every last one of your holes stretched... You get off to all that wild shit, don't you, slut? It's just another part of your generation's fabric." The single mother got into the swing of things and induced some noteworthy gagging. Subbing and domming often emotionally exhilarates both parties equally and this was no exception.

Their girl-on-girl 'bonding' was put on hold when Lucas manhandled Deb and flipped her over onto her back. Being so ignored by Deb was inflicting his ego – he felt compelled to reassert himself and kick things up a notch. Luke flung the thirty-something's limber legs over her head and pocketed right back into her bowels.
"You're the real slut here, Deb. You're the one who fucks her son, and her daughter-in-law, and everyone else she shouldn't," he grunted. Lucas leant forward and honed into her unreal rack by way of groping one breast at a time and squeezing the living daylights out of it. The veins in Deb's neck were starting to pop as she gritted her teeth and fought the pain – a battle she would most likely lose. "Go on. There's no point holding back. Make a ruckus."
"Let it all out," Brooke threw in her support. The ceremonial tent full of family, friends and strangers stood maybe a hundred feet away – more than a fair distance to verbally unleash and get away with it scot free. "My boyfriend's dying to hear you fucking scream, bitch." Brooke grinned wickedly as she stooped over and gravity draped her silken hair over Deb's face. Still horny for it, she shoved her entire fist down her own gullet and gagged as the older woman watched on from below. The cheerleader's brows furrowed and her eyes welled up as she subjected herself to some severe deepthroating so feverish that it made Luke's toil appear sluggish. Things got sloppy when Brooke's pent up throat slime skewed out. With the words of both sexual partners ringing in her head, Deb saw it as her duty to match them in sheer ballsiness. She was their helipad and this filthy fluid was coming in for landing. Deb opened wide her beckoning orifice as it rained down on her, catching the vast majority.

Lucas moved down Deb's body once more and delved knuckle-deep into her snatch. If he lucked out and dipped his fingers into some Nathan babies then so be it – Deb's tongue was just a stone's throw away and she was partial to her son's cum. It was soon evident that fingering the blonde would be the straw that broke the camel's back. Luke's jabs packed a punch and the pressure in Deb's ass spiked as her opposing hole was teeming now also. The little gagger at the top of the bunch dry heaved as her final mission in Operation Spit Slut and fired a thick, sizable loogie across their thirsty pet's forehead.
"Ah-ha! This look suits you, Deb," Brooke chuckled. "Disgusting yet beautiful." She dragged the sweet spot between her legs over Deb's face, smearing her slimy solution in the process, and mashed her slit against the dashing woman's lips. "Make love to that cooch. My cute little coochie," Brooke vied for oral, prior to embracing her boyfriend with a handful of pecks and a deep kiss. "Smash this slut, Lucas. Spew your balls into her thick fucking ass. Do it for me – not for her – for me." Deb tongued her comrade at a frenetic pace and the trio continued to function as a well-oiled machine. With Luke gaining impetus and Brooke intermittently running her hands over his pecs and Deb's clit, they held their positions for a good while. Only when Deb locked up was play stunted. "She's coming. I think she's coming." Brooke soon felt the blonde blowing and sucking into her cunt – and uproar of commotion as precipitated by knee-jerk ecstasy. "She is!" the brunette exclaimed. "Come for us. Come for our amusement, Ms Scott, you dirty, drunk, doormat whore. I know your ass is all clenched up and contracted. Luke's poor cock doesn't stand a chance with you strangling it. He's going to nut so deep inside of you." And nut he did. Brooke had been in Deb's position many times before, squeezing and milking Lucas with an air-tight tush throughout climax, and she recognised this to be her boyfriend's Achilles heel.

The release was epic. A torrent of opaque ejaculate gushed into the depths of Deb's chamber and painted it white. Brooke slavered over Luke's contorted face and wrung his ball sac to, in her mind, evict any residual sperm. She followed that up by biting his shoulder and admiring her teeth marks just as he was departing the Deb train.
"I want to suck it out of her ass," the insatiable young go-getter moaned her behest. "I need it, Lucas. I need my fix." He glanced at Brooke and didn't have to even open his mouth for her to hear him – the look said it all. "I know... I'm a dirty little bitch."
"Get up, Deb. Up on your knees, sitting on your heels and back to me." Luke hadn't done a whole lot of conversing since his girl took the reins but now was an opportune time to step up and orchestrate the goings on. Deb rose hazily, wearing what Brooke referred to as 'pussy face'. That smothering had left her foggy and she took a moment to regain equilibrium.

Brooke was gestured to slot down between their guest's luscious legs and the giddy teen obliged with a smile from ear to ear. "Lukewarm" spunk dripped from Deb's ballooned ass hole like a leaking tap. Brooke waited patiently at first for the dabs to fall onto her tongue, and what a thing of beauty this nourishment was, but it proved too tedious for her voracious mind.
"Push it out. Push it out!" She spread Deb's cheeks apart and slurped at her gaping chasm, doing her best impression of a Dyson and guzzling down the slimy cream.
"Jesus," Luke marvelled. He knew Brooke's bedroom antics better than anyone and this blew his freaking mind. Only a privileged few can say they've witnessed their girlfriend dining on jism and ass in unison. Brooke swallowed more than three spoonfuls in her raid on Deb's numbing butt hole.
"That cum was in my ass. It should have been mine," Deb said, jaded but jovial. "Gluttony's a sin, you pretty little hog."
"You'd know all about sinning," Lucas responded. He got to his feet, pulled Deb's head back by her fringe and whacked his cock on her face. It took the blonde an entire two seconds to adjust and swallow her infused treat of ass juice and man gravy. Her tongue clapped against the shaft and her nostrils inflamed to secure the scent of a clammy douche. She was as truly nasty as they came. Perhaps the bride and groom would like to sneak away from the festivities also and illustrate to Deb that four masters are better than two.

END OF CHAPTER 11