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Sharing the MILF List Ch. 01

By: Contrasting



Chapter 1

Practicing to make the MILF List Airtight

Author's note: It is time to share. This begins the process of sharing the MILF List. The MILF List was made in the previous series, "Making the MILF List". If you like, you can read that first and this may make that much more sense. The characters are the same and the origins of this story are there. The main setup is in Chapter 1. This chapter has some setup but heats up before it ends. Thanks to everyone who commented on the previous installment. I have benefitted from the feedback. I hope you enjoy the ride, the guys certain will. --Contrasting

I stayed in bed late Sunday morning. My three sisters banged around and giggled and talked, they woke me but I just rolled over and covered my head. I did not get out of bed till the house was quiet and on a Sunday, that did not mean much. Maybe everyone was downstairs reading the Sunday paper and doing the crossword or whatever they did. I read the sports page, the comics and the editorials. But this morning, I lay on my back with my hands behind my head thinking. Usually thinking got me in trouble but this morning, my mind cleared as I worked through what was happening to me 

I had fucked seven beautiful women. I had been charged by my friends to open a new frontier, namely the possibility of fucking our mothers and I had done that. I decided to get together with the guys and watch football and play pool and I was going to announce the consummation of the MILF List by yours truly. But considering that moment, I naturally had to consider the next moment, that is, who fucks whom and when. And how? And that gave me considerable pause. So I went on to the other issues, Mrs. Kingston for one. When someone speaks broken English, the delicate balance between polite and confrontational speech could easily get blurred but maybe she did think she could control who and when and how I fucked, not likely. I had classes with International students and doing labs was more an exercise in English speech than Chemistry or physics. At the same time, I think I understood her intention. I had to deal with that and thinking back through the previous day's events, I determined that things were not all as they appeared. My mind developed an interesting theory which I was going to need to address before evening, before reporting to the guys. 

Another thing was my own mother. I thought about jumping up as soon as the house was quiet to see if I could have her again. Thinking that way gave me a great woody but it also put a knot in my stomach. I had confronted my own mother like a woman, a sensuous, sexy, wholly fuckable woman. As a woman and as my mother, she still deserved my respect, our respect. But that has always been the problem in the gender scuffles; how do you have sex with someone and then respect them in the morning? I could not know if being married fixed it but that seems to have been conventional civilization's solution to the problem. We, however, were somewhat off the map, some considerable distance beyond the limits of conventional wisdom in the matters of cock and pussy. Not only was it an issue with my mother but how were we going to introduce the option of mothers fucking sons to the rest of the MILFs on the list, not to mention sharing them among us. The MILFs fucked me but would they cotton to becoming female pin cushions or sex toys. I could only hope!

But what about us? Did I have any guarantee the guys would all follow through and do their mothers? I was on a bit of a skinny branch and if the wind came up . . . not knowing how to fly could be a real liability! Funny how easy it is to dodge reality by rolling around in a complex metaphor. Not to put too fine a point on it, getting to airtight was still a stretch. Except for the bout with Brent, the five of us guys did not really have much idea if we could keep wood with each other while we all got naked or for that matter, how to manage doing a single woman's holes without causing some esoteric sports injury. Could we even live up to such a task? There was certainly some doubt, you know, who goes where, when, in what order and such. We had no experience with community fucking and doing a mother could complicate the scenario beyond my ability to imagine and thus beyond our ability to anticipate the consequences. You only hear about the colossal disasters when it comes to such things; successes are strictly on the QT and rarely make headline news. It was easy to imagine things blowing up but less easy to imagine having things be well blown. 

I giggled to myself but the reality of the problems I faced did not fade. 

I lay and pondered this matter in some detail for some time. Finally, it struck me and in a moment, I saw how everything could fit together for me and I hoped, for us. I even knew how to address Mom. (My sisters, now that was another matter but I had no pressure to deal with them immediately so I could let that slide for a while, but not forever.) I had a plan. Brent would be proud of me which gave me the starting point.

I jumped up, showered and dressed for the day and called Brent. I asked if we could watch the game that night at his house and shoot some pool. He agreed and said he would contact everyone else. I thought he was being coy till he said his mom said 'hi'. Then I understood. We agreed to meet about five and shoot some pool and then watch the game. He made a point of saying his mother was going to be out for the evening which fit my plans well. I rang off and went downstairs. As the silence suggested but did not guarantee, my sisters were gone to brunch. Mother sat on the couch reading the paper, dressed only in her pink robe, feet tucked under her, rich black hair pulled together and tied at the nape of her neck, she did look sexy. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and she looked up, over her reading glasses. She took them off and gazed at me, eyes open but unblinking. 

"Good morning, mom." I said softly. 

"Good morning, Sonny." She responded. She laid down the paper. She licked her lips. 

I walked the rest of the way into the living room and sat down. "Mom, tell me about you and the girls." We two always said 'the girls' when referring to my sisters, when they were not present. I avoided the inviting silence, the inviting lack of company and the inviting vision of her breasts clearly outlined in the pink robe. I avoided all that and stuck to my plan. 

Mom's eyes widened but then she nodded. "Of course. I owe you that." She talked longer than I anticipated, giving me a lot more information than I thought there was to be had on the subject. More than I knew I had asked for. Mom proceeded to explain her life to me, adult to adult, woman to man . . . which made me hard for a while so, maybe actually, woman to boy.

She had loved sex with dad and they had been adventurous. Having children had not altered her body significantly. She was one of the lucky women for whom having children seemed like a simple task and left her body both intact and reactive so that it responded to the work she put into keeping herself sexy but that came later. For her, sex was accentuated by age and sex drive as she emerged from the cloud of anxiety about it which often goes with being young. She began to enjoy sex for the sake of sex. My father benefitted from this but then he was gone. He died in a private plane crash when I was fourteen, Georgia was seventeen. Dad's business and insurance as well as wrongful death benefits associated with the company-owned plane provided well for us. She tried sex for the sake of sex but that proved complicated and she had four complications growing into puberty in her own house—three girls and me. She finally encountered a lothario who moved in with us. He lived with us till we were older, till I was 16. Then, he disappeared and Mom never volunteered the reason. They did not love each other, she told me but it was 'convenient' for them both. He was mysterious and remote and intermittently present with lots of travel but he was kind and attractive, voraciously sexual. One day he left and did not return. Mom got a notice to surrender his belongings to officials from the Federal Government and that was that. She did not discuss it. 

His departure left Mom cold and she shut down. For a while, she cared for us with all the energy she possessed without any sexual involvements. She worked, however, to keep sane and, she said, to demonstrate to her daughters that a woman would function without a man. No easy task for superwoman even with a husband. Earlier, she remained sexual so her daughters would understand sex as something beneficial, to be enjoyed honestly, or that was her rationale. With his departure, she became cold and unresponsive. Her close down scared us all. 

Then one afternoon she found Georgia with a young woman. The girl had gotten Georgia's clothes off and was administering a clearly skillful tongue lashing to Georgia's virgin pussy when mom walked in on them. Georgia was mortified and defensively angry which mom defused by apologizing and leaving. She left the subject alone for some time but the woman, Charm, she called herself, a experienced but delightful twenty-year old to Georgia's nineteen continued to come around. Unaccountably, mom liked Charm and enjoyed her company. Charm began to discuss her situation in life, her absent parents, distant and cold. The nannies, for she came from a well-off family. Her college experiences and disillusionment with men. Mom listened sympathetically, dismissing the vision of Charm between her daughter's legs and the fact she was two years older than Georgia at the time. They would talk for a few minutes each time Charm came over. The conversations were casual, comfortable and remained so till at one point Charm laid her hand on mom's leg and told her with perfect solemnity that Georgia was not lesbian but she seemed open to 'other options'. Mom stayed motherly right up until Charm kissed her on the lips. Two surprises emptied mom of all thought. One was that this young woman had taken the initiative and kissed her. The other surprise was that she responded to Charm's lips, that is her body responded while her mind shifted into cool, comfortable neutral, a place her loneliness had contaminated. She thought it gone forever but Charm guided her to it once more.

Best therapy ever! I thought to myself. 

Here my mother blushed and laughed, chuckling at her memory of her reaction. "I just stood there while this slim woman unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and began to nuzzle and suck my breasts. You cannot imagine what I was feeling. Sexually, she stimulated me. I was horrified at my inability to stop what was happening but also thrilled to be desired by someone like that again. At some point, Charm stopped, kissed me on the lips and told me I should watch them together—she and Georgia, see how a woman making love to another woman looked. See if I thought it was beautiful. I might like to try it, she said with a consciously conniving smile. Then Charm flounced out of the house, leaving me standing there with my tits hanging out and panting like a virgin. I felt like a virgin again but more than anything else I felt passion, I wanted her. I imagined her doing to me what I watched her do to my daughter and in that moment, my whole attitude about sex changed. I wanted it, again, some more. I began to think about the world around me as a sexual place but despite the general change in attitude, I retained a lust for Charm. That took me time to process that but eventually I did."

The rest happened rather organically. Mom returned home early one afternoon to find Charm's car in the drive. She quietly entered the house and discovered Georgia and Charm having sex as she had hoped but on her bed, her bed! She watched till Charm noticed her peering through the crack in the bedroom door. Charm spoke to Georgia who smiled and waved, in itself a shocking thing but a sign that Charm had been at work discussing her proposal with Georgia. Charm got off the bed, undressed my mother and Charm and Georgia introduced her to lesbian sex. Mom passed over the details, leaving it to my imagination as it were. In truth, she left it for later because I was not likely to forget to ask for those details, repeatedly. 

Well, by this time I had a fantastic erection. I remembered Charm. Straight black hair, lean with prominent breasts which were the mouthful desired and thick lips she had always coated in a variety of bright red lipstick. She wore lots of eye shadow in a style that put me in mind of the Goth oeuvre but she was not truly Goth at least in style. She would wear fishnet stocking and shiny black high heels or sexy vinyl boots but her attitude was far less intense than a real goth girl. She had style, her own, distinct style. She both looked and acted alluring and inviting. Between the two women, they brought mom to several earthshattering orgasms in about half an hour. While she recovered, they dressed and left, leaving her naked and sated on her bed. A couple days later, Georgia snuck into Mom's room a bit after midnight and had her again. And again. 

"I felt like a girl again," Mom said, "like a virgin investigating sex all over again. I became the woman I had lost when George died. Then Georgia fell in love, with a college guy99/. You would think that would put an end to it but he was respectful and much less sexual than Georgia or Charm for that matter. His respectful repression left poor Georgia frustrated and by frustrated I mean sexually frustrated. She did everything but invite him to sleep over and he seemed unable or unwilling to take the hint and take her as she wished. They would go out on dates and she would come home well after curfew, shower and come to my bed and we would make love. She was always so turned on, so electric, so ravenous. She would communicate that to me and she would plead with me to give her fulfillment, to satisfy the need in her he seemed oblivious to. After a while, it became a new normal with us and I moved her curfew later to allow her late arrivals into my bed. We shared an intimacy at the time but longed for, which I missed from losing your father and she missed as a dream. Then Dalia caught us together and I thought the world would end. She was eighteen and curious." 

I remembered that weekend. As the only boy in the house it was an ordeal that swirled around me but did not touch me. At the time, I had no idea what was happening. I was sixteen and though my lurid interest in my sisters was irritating to them, it was neither mature nor threatening any of us. I was vanilla in my curiosity, not even thinking of capturing them naked with a digital camera. It would have been rude and I did like my sisters. I lusted after them in general as females, only trying to get peeks of them in the shower or dressing—which I was wholly successful at doing with all three sisters. I was 'nice' which got me ignored much more than noticed. In general, we four were at peace. 

That weekend Dalia had been furious, screaming and crying. I spent most of the weekend with headphones and a computer game or watching TV in my room and everyone left me alone, glad to be ignored. I remember coming down for more cookies and chips to find Georgia, Dalia and Mom sitting in the living room. They went silent, staring at me as I traipsed through the living room. No one spoke till well after I got what I wanted, their eyes following me till I returned to my room. I felt distinctly unwelcome. By late that night, they were still there. Tawny was at a sleep-over with one of her friends. I remember standing at the top of the stairs trying to hear. I saw Georgia sit beside Dalia and they talked and then they came upstairs. I hid and watched them go into Georgia's room. Two hours later they came out, mom ordered pizza and everything was fine except Georgia and Dalia held hands for most of the night. Now, thinking back, it is obvious what happened.

Mom explained. "Georgia seduced Dalia with my blessing. Georgia was still dating around and coming to my room. Dalia figured that out pretty quick and one night Georgia came home to find Dalia far ahead her. She looked in on us and tiptoed back to her room. Dalia insisted that I 'do her' the way I did Georgia and, well, I guess I felt caught and I did. Believe it or not, Sonny, I thought that having sex with my daughters opened them up to me which I thought was better than the repression wars I watched happen between most women and their daughters. I always heard about their romances and their sexual encounters, admittedly after both of us had an orgasm or two but they talked to me and never seemed to lose track of me as their mother. It was precious and I fell into it and refused to ruin it for reasons of conventional wisdom. Tawny was included later, when she developed and started dating after she turned eighteen." Mom chuckled. "You always thought I was the coolest mom to let you do all the things you did. Parties and trips and all that stuff when I was simply getting the house prick out of the way so the pussies could play." 

I was hard and embarrassed at the same time which is difficult for me. 

Mom sobered. "I have to admit, I thought of including you often, particularly after you were eighteen, after you got laid the first time. You were so cute and so heartbroken when nothing came of it. I left you to your buddies because I genuinely feared if I tried to comfort you, I would go much, much too far with you." She looked over at me. "I have wanted you for so long. The girls were always chiding me for mooning over you, hissing that you were going to figure us out and demand your opportunity which, I have to say, not one of us would have resisted for long. One of the most endearing things about you, Sonny is that you are incredibly attractive to the opposite sex and utterly oblivious. You have your father's charm and when I look at you, I feel what I felt for him. I have known for a long time that if you ever tried to seduce me I would be helpless. I was right. I am."

I understood, miffed but I understood. How I could have ignored perfectly good pussy laying around left me a both nonplused and embarrassed. I thought I understood or at least I understood enough. "So? What do we do now?" I asked. 

My mother shrugged. "Fuck when we can I suppose." Her eyes glinted. "Like now. The girls are gone." She grinned impishly. 

God but I was tempted! But I had other fish to fry. "Is that what you are thinking? You will just fit me into the rotation? How long before the girls figure out that we are fucking, then what? Hell, Georgia already knows and I am surprised she had not made a fuss."

Mom shrugged and nodded. "I told her not to. We agreed we had to be careful and let things develop naturally. I told her that if you wanted her and she wanted you, then fine. But what happened does not give any of us the right to demand sex. I simply cannot be that way and none of us want it that way. The best sex is to be shared . . . except . . . " she trailed off. 

I nodded, relieved and gratified but fully aware that Mom was still being Mom. It was time to determine if she wanted to stay 'Mom' or if she wanted to become a woman and only a woman to me, perhaps to us all. "Mom, listen to me, I am going to tell you my story now." I proceeded to lay out the progression of the MILF List and the making of it. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as I related our determination to fuck our mothers. She already knew I had fucked three of her friends and when I told her about Mrs. Honeywell, she merely nodded like it made sense. 

"I wish I had been able to see that, Sonny. Any of them. Watching you and Laura together and Georgia then Annie. . . my gosh I never imagined that watching someone you knew and cared about having sex could be so erotic." She actually sighed. 


Sharing the MILF List Ch. 01



I took this comment to be a good sign so determined to take the plunge. I had not mentioned airtight to her yet but it seemed reasonable to give it all to her. It fit in with my vision of how to share the MILF list. 

"Mom, can I ask you a question?" 

"Of course. If this conversation is not the most difficult a mother and son can have, I am not sure what would be. So, go ahead. What is it?"

"What is your deepest sexual desire?"

Mom looked thunderstruck, as I had hoped. Not shocked but dumbstruck, startled not so much by the question, I think as by the fact that she had not given her ultimate sexual fantasy much or proper thought before, perhaps none and here I was asking it of her. 

"I, well, I . . . " She blushed deeply. "I had been with a woman in college, a very beautiful girl who I was infatuated with. When we were done, she asked if I would do it with her while her boyfriend watched. I never got the chance but I always got breathless when I saw her and thought of sucking her pussy while her handsome boyfriend fucked me. And then you did exactly that while I ate Annie. I was so turned on I could have fucked all night." She shrugged. "I guess my fantasies are more limited." 

I shook my head. "Not fantasies, Mom, I am talking about sexual experiences you would have if you had the chance."

"You mean like taking it up the ass?"

"If that would turn you on, yes." 

"Or having two men at once?"

I was doing a happy dance deep inside beyond the light of day. I was right. It is good to be right once in a while. "If that is what you wanted. I told you about the MILF list, how do you feel about the idea of fucking all my friends?"

The look on her face was comical. "Oh. MILF, mother I'd like to fuck. You mean I am a MILF?"

I shook my head. Some people are just priceless! I guessed 'oblivious' ran in the family. "Yes, mom, you are definitely a MILF! And we all want to have you."

She turned into a mom in the most amazing way, in that moment, with her next comment. "Well, honey, how would you feel if I fucked your friends?"

I almost laughed out loud. What a fucking question! "Mom, listen to me. We all want you. But I know and you know that having people just fucking all over the place is never going to work. But then again, I bet Brent is right this minute working on a spreadsheet with dates and combinations so he can get us all scheduled to fuck with a menu of positions to work from. That feels off to me too. I am interested in us, me and the guys offering you and the other MILFs on our list the chance to fulfill your sexual dreams and desires. In return, you all help us with ours. I know that makes sense in my head but I do not know how to make it work" I gestured with a hand "out here, out there in the world where real people breathe and fuck."

My mother smiled and nodded. "You mean where real MILFs breathe and fuck." She sobered. "I learned something from my daughters. Let me show you what I learned." She stood up and untied her robe and let it slip down her shoulders. Her bare breasts came into view. She walked over to me and knelt between my legs. My flagging cock went from half-mast to full attention by the time her hands reached my belt buckle. Mom opened my pants. She was not delicate or careful, she pulled my pants off my butt and down my thighs with a violent jerk. She grasped my cock and kissed the end of it. She looked up at me. 

"I learned you just let things happen. Do not try to arrange everything, do what you know how to do and take what happens. The only requirement I would ask of you and your friends is this, if things go wrong, stand still, stand up and take responsibility for what you do. Beyond that . . . " she gave an expressive shrug which caused her tits to ripple and flow. 

Before I was done studying their sensuous motion, she bent over my hard cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked me hard into her mouth and then pressed the head deep into her throat. She blew through her nose and then swallowed, sucking hard as she did so. My orgasm arrived so suddenly I was surprised and of everyone, you'd think I would know what the hell was going on. My body spasmed and I did not even get my hands on her head or shoulders or tits or nothing. I had opened my legs to her approach and my hands were planted on the couch beside me and when I came, I simply erupted with nearly no warning. Mom gagged for a second, swallowed and then sucked at me which heightened the intensity of the blitzing orgasm. My head pitched back onto the back of the couch and my hips humped up. Mom looped an arm around my waist and held on. She sucked and swallowed till my cock quit producing and my hips quit lurching. She sucked and slurped as she lifted her mouth off my cock. She sat back and licked her lips. 

"I love sucking your cock, Sonny. But I have to tell you, thinking about sucking everyone's cock, about having them all take me . . . my god, it seems so erotic and exciting. I can barely believe it could happen but I know it can."

With my mother sitting nearly naked between my knees, my cock still hard but slick with her ministrations, it seems like my mind would have been completely blank, or that I would have been pushing her onto her back and mounting her. But nooooo! I was thinking about Annie Kingston. And about my mother trying to breathe while airtight. 

"Do you know the term 'airtight'?" I wheezed. I sounded like I had been gulping helium. I cleared my throat and repeated the question with a more masculine tone. 

"Airtight?" Mom said, cocking her head and rolling her eyes. "You mean like a submarine?" Then she slapped my bare thigh. "What do you think I am, a blushing virgin? Mouth, ass and pussy and a cock for each . . . ohhhhh!" She blinked her eyes several times. "Ohhhhhhhh!" She said again. Her eyes became wide and she stared at me but I was pretty sure she was not seeing me. "Airtight." She sighed. "Now there is a fantasy I never had but I think I am going to have it now." She shook her head. "Yes, I know what airtight means, why do you ask?" Her voice was honey sweet. She actually batted her eyelashes at me. 

"When we made the MILF list, the objective was to make our mothers airtight. Each of us would fuck you all and then we'd fuck you together." I was still panting from the lightning strike on my cock but I felt like I was making sense. 

Mom nodded. "That is worth discussing." She took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Take me to bed."

I did something then which must qualify me for sainthood in some religion or a medal of honor, perhaps a mental disorder or as Landon would likely say, a good sound whack on the back of the head. I said no. Not out loud, of course but I had my sights set on the issues I could and would settle and if I got mom on her back, I would get nothing done that day except doing her. This may be why sex is the subject of so many social restrictions. The civilizations which did not bother with such restrictions fucked instead of working the fields during planting season and starved to death soon after they discovered fire. Only repression allowed civilization to develop. I hate that thought. 

I bent over and kissed mom, caressing her bare breasts. I sat up. I thought of the girls and realized that mom must know they were due to be back soon. My breath caught, she wanted them to find us in bed, with me balls deep between her legs. The conniving . . . I thought and almost grinned at the thought but I had to stick to the urgent things and deal with mom and the girls later. I hoped they would wait. "I have one more question." I stared at her tits, ignoring the savage disappointment in her eyes. 

Mom shook her head and tried to get her eyes to focus. 

"What about Mrs. Kingston? What should I do about her? She could fuck us all up!"

Mom finally succeeded in focusing. She stood up and picked up her robe and put it on. She sat down in the lounger. "Annie? I would not worry about her but she does have a tendency to talk too much. But maybe it just seems that way. She knows things that she has never told."

"Oh?" I was interested, but more curious.

"People confide in her. Alissa, Kyla and Sasha, they all have told her about their . . . oh, dear!"

I chuckled. "No worries, mom. Their sons know a lot about them too and, believe it or not, sons talk. Well, beer talks but, same thing. Why do you think we thought our mothers would fuck us? Except you, you we did not know about."

"Oh. Oh!" Mom said with a quirky laugh. "You do need to get her to quit the threats though. I know things about . . . oh, listen. You asked about sexual fantasies, Annie told . . . someone, but I do not remember who, that she dreamed about being tied up. But not just any way, with scarves, long gauzy scarves from her wrists to her shoulders, tied behind her, wrapped around her arms and then fucked hard, with her hands between her ass and the man fucking her."

"That is a lot of detail." I said but it was the right detail and suddenly my schedule for the day crystalized. I stood, pulled up my pants. "I have to go." I said, distracted by the vision of Anne Kingston bound and bent over a counter. I liked the picture. 

"Wait a minute," Mom said softly. "I remember telling you something, that night. You know, when I had been drinking wine?"

I nodded, oh yes, I remembered!

"I think I might have said something wrong."

"Oh?" I stopped and waited for her to go on, interested. 

"I said something about Laura saying you wanted to, to, to surprise her in her bed and tie her up and, and, and . . . " My mother was getting shy. "Oh the hell with it. I said she told me that you wanted to sneak into her house and fuck her, rape her, tie her up and rape her. I misspoke."

My breath caught. I had thought about that little clause several times and kept it in a closet, waiting for the time to take it out and consider Mrs. Wills in relation to that. "And?" I prompted, now glad I had closeted that particular idea till now.  

"Well, I changed it to Laura telling me she wanted you to do that. That was not right either, not really. I remember now. It was Mrs. Kingston, she was the one who told me that she saw you with your hands on Laura's ass and she was jealous. She told me she wanted you to sneak into her house and fuck her, take her like you were taking Laura. That is why I had Laura invite her over that day, because I thought . . . I thought you might like to have us all. And she, well she needed an excuse to keep her mouth shut. I do not know why she said all those things. She tries so hard sometimes to fit in, she misses the subtleties of what is happening. Don't be too hard on her!"

I nodded. 

"Laura is a submissive. She wants to be treated like a servant or . . . a slave, a naked, blond slave who is given to anyone to service. She talks about that all the time." Mom blushed. "Annie is not the only one people confide in and I should not have told you that."

"No worries, mom. We want to know secret fantasies like that so we can give you MILFs what you desire the most."

"You mean, besides six feet of cock?"

I laughed, went to her, kissed her lightly on the lips while caressing her breast and left. I would be just hard enough for her, I thought. I left my mother sitting there, likely unfulfilled and drove over to the Wills neighborhood. I parked away from the Wills and Kingston houses. I sat thinking about how best to proceed. 

My phone rang. It was Brent. "You on for pool and football tonight? Five, at my house?" 

"Sure. Brent, could you make sure the drive is clear for me. I may be a little late and I have something to bring in and I don't want to go very far." 

"Sure. No problem. This ought to be fun." I agreed and he hung up.

I wondered if he remembered that it was my idea? I chuckled. 

I called Laura. I told her I was coming over to her house, then remembered to ask if Chris was there. He was gone till late she said, at an audition. I left the car parked near the little neighborhood park and walked to the alley in the back of the Wills' house. I slipped in the back gate and walked up to the back of the house. I could see Laura through the patio doors. She stood by the dining table, she watched me walk across the lawn. Her eyes were wide and she kept wringing her hands. She looked scared. I slid the patio door open and stepped inside.

"Mrs. Kingston will . . . "

I interrupted her. "Call Annie and tell her I am here. I am going up to your room." I knew what I was looking for: Scarves. I had seen Laura wearing them several times, several of them and I had one in particular in mind. I got to her room and opened the door to her closet. It smelled close but with the hint of her perfume. I noticed that the closet only held her clothes, no men's clothes, no husband's clothes. I began to search through her clothing. I saw what I wanted but I stalled, wondering if she would follow me there. She did.

Laura stood at the door of the closet watching me leaf through her closet, looking at outfits, running my hands over her clothing, stroking the fabric. She hugged the door post, biting a lip. I found the scarf I wanted, a broad coarse-weave but soft linen scarf of green and blue. I took it down and pulled a dark scarlet and black one of the same material out of the shelf. I draped them over my arm. We both jumped when the door downstairs rattled open and then clanked shut. Laura did not hesitate but disappeared down to greet Mrs. Kingston. I would follow with my own greeting.

I lingered for a few moments, insuring that these two would serve my purpose. I tied one around my thigh; it did not bunch up or slip. I nodded. I folded both scarves up, one in each hand. I heard Annie's shrill voice downstairs, peppered with 'fuck me' and 'right now.' I smiled grimly. Time to turn the tables. 

I descended the stairs and the two women fell silent before I appeared, when they heard me on the spiral staircase that uncoiled from above into the front foyer of Mrs. Wills' house, just to one side of the entrance, the grand entrance. I found them standing in the living room. They were facing each other; Mrs. Will in her straight yellow skirt and white blouse, Mrs. Kingston in a longer flowing black and green print skirt and a translucent black blouse. They both watched me approach. 

Mrs. Kingston's eyes never left me, her hair was coifed and curled. She wore rouge on her cheeks and lipstick with light blue eye shadow. She looked adorable. Her blouse was see-through and I could see the lines of the minimal black bra. She wore high, high heels, woven around her feet and ankles similar to Greek sandals. 

Slowly I extended both hands and holding the end of a scarf in each, I let them tumble free. Mrs. Kingston's face flexed through several expressions before settling on an open-mouth gaze of hunger. Laura looked confused. I looked over at her.

"Laura, do you have headphones you can use?"

Mrs. Wills nodded mutely.

"Go to your room, shut the door and put on the ear phones. We will be gone pretty soon." I glanced at the clock; three thirty. That gave me about 2 hours, just right!

She moved past me. Before she got to the foot of the stairs I said to Mrs. Kingston, "Take off your blouse and bra." 

Annie gasped and licked her lips. I heard Laura's slow steps, her slow listening steps on the stairs, snicking on the carpet. "You mother." Annie whispered. "She told?" 

I nodded, slowly. 

Annie's expression did not change. Her face had a set, studious expression. She began to unbutton her blouse. Each button seemed to give her trouble, but then her hands were trembling. She began at the top. I kept the scarves dangling before her hungry eyes till my arms got tired. Then, I folded them both over my forearm and moved to stand before Annie. Her blouse was open, showing her bra-induced cleavage and her golden-tan skin. The flimsy bra bumped with her nipples. Slowly she pulled the tucked tails of the blouse from her skirt. With the least movement, she pulled the edges of her blouse off each shoulder, shrugged it off and let her arms straighten to her sides. The blouse drifted down her body and dropped to the floor of the living room, a black puddle of seductive clothe on the blond carpet. 

She stood looking at me. Her hair was pinned to one side with a turquoise-colored hair clasp, she was very fetching. She watched as I folded both scarves over my right hand, eyes on them, watching the motion like a gold digger would watch a jeweler handling her diamond ring. When my hands stopped moving her eyes jerked up to mine and then she reached behind and released her spare bra. The cups released her breasts and again she let her arms fall straight down. The bra tangled at her elbows and she shook it loose, letting it drop to the floor as well. Her breasts stood out on her chest, small mouthfuls of alluring flesh, tipped by erect brown nipples. Staring at her naked torso I wanted her intensely. I breathed deeply and she smiled, a small, private smile, just barely showing her teeth. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch and its tent there. 

"Annie, turn around." 

She moved gracefully at my command, all sign of the bitch was gone, subsumed by the trembling which raced through her body from side to side, a tremor of passion, the only sign of excitement I needed to have confidence that my mother had remembered correctly in the end. 

"Annie, put your hands behind you." She did. Her shoulders quivered. She was panting. I looped the scarlet sash over my neck and pulled her wrists together. I put a simple half-hitch in the blue one, tightening it around one wrist and then another with two loops on the other. I made a quick figure eight to tighten them together. I leaned down and kissed her neck, moving her frizzy hair aside. 

"Oh yes." She hissed. 

"Annie, my mother told me two things about you." I spread out the scarf and then wrapped the wide cloth around her forearms. "Is that too tight, Annie?"

"No sir." She whispered. I wrapped it again around her elbows and pulled them together. She was incredibly flexible and I felt no strain in her limbs. "Ohhhhh." She sighed. It pulled her shoulders back a little, arching her back and proffering her breasts like temptations. 

I tucked the scarf so it would not loosen. With both hands I swept her hair away from the right side of her neck, baring her little ear. I kissed it and she moaned. I licked it and she shuddered. I sucked it and she groaned, her hands twinkling at my crotch and legs. "Mrs. Kingston, I know what you want. I will give that too you but you must do something for me, too." 

Annie grunted, her head lolling to the side. I looked down her chest at her breasts; the nipples were perked and turgid. I felt the tightness of excitement in my chest, the certainty that my understanding of this woman and thus my use of this woman was going to provide us all with incredible pleasure. We would use her and she would suffer intense ecstasy. 

"Annie?"

"Yes, Sonny?" 

"I am going to bind your arms together. Is that what you want."

"Oh yes, Sonny." The words tumbled out like she was out of breath.

"Then, Annie, I am going to take off your panties." 

"Oh yes, Sonny."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me, Sonny! I beg of you, please fuck me!"

I moved around in front of her. She straightened, lifting her chin to gaze up at me. I bent over her, moving my lips close to her mouth where my breath puffed onto her skin. "Annie, my mother said you wanted to be raped, taken in the night by surprise. Is that correct?" I felt her powerful inhalation. I moved my eyes from her open red lips to her eyes, they were wide and darting back and forth. She sighed then and tried to nod which pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her gently then moved back. "Annie, is that right?"




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 01



"Yes, Sonny. I told your mother . . . I said I dreamed of being fucked in my bed in night. Waking to the dark of my eyes and being tied to the bed. I dream of feeling hands tear night gown off body and lips on my nipples, biting me hard! Yes, Sonny, I wanting to be taken in the night."

"And what are you willing to do for me to earn that? I can do that for you, you know that right?"

She nodded and I was far enough away that we did not touch. Her lips worked and she licked them, her tongue darting out and touching them, smearing the lipstick more. "Anything, Sonny. I dream of this so long, I know it is wrong, bad of me but oh it makes me so excited, just thinking about waking up tied to my bed and having my legs over man's shoulders when he enter my nest." She actually sighed, bowing her head the merest bit. 

I nodded. "If you do what I want you to do today, I will give you that, perhaps many times, with many different men."

Her eyes widened then and her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened but she did not speak. 

"Ask me to bind your arms." I said. 

"Bind me. Wrap my arms, please." Annie repeated without hesitation, managing to pant around the words. 

I moved behind her and did as she asked. I used the last of the blue and green sash to bind her elbows together, snug and safely secure. I pulled the black and scarlet from my neck and tied one end around her upper left arm, tucked under her arm, up against her shoulder. She bowed her head. I moved her hair to the front, off her shoulders and back. I loved the feel of her frizzy hair on my hands. I ran the scarf under her other shoulder and cinched it into her upper arm and then pulled her shoulders back, tightening the hold on her upper arms. Her shoulders flexed and her back arched further. I pulled harder till her upper arms neared each other, her body impossibly flexed. I released the tension just a little and looped it through her right arm and tied it. With the remaining fabric, I wrapped her upper arms. 

When I moved around in front of her, Annie lifted her head. Her lips appeared swollen, pursed and seemed redder somehow. Her eyes were smoky, her body wavered a little, swaying with drunken anticipation. I put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue slashed at me, spearing into my mouth. She moaned as I kissed her. 

I withdrew from her lips. The hunger in her eyes flamed. She bowed forward, moving her lips after mine as though to maintain the kiss, following me. Her shoulders were flexed back which extended her breasts, projecting them forward. They were round cups of passion and I bent to drink from them, sucking at each in turn while Annie groaned. I licked her nipples and sucked each breast hard into my mouth. Annie gave a gasp and a grunt. 

I moved my face up before her, placing my hands on her hips. They lurched under my touch, jerking forward once before stilling. "Annie, I am going to give you to my friends tonight. We are going to fuck you, all of us, over and over. I will tell them if they ever want you, they can go to your house and take you. You are going to become a slut for us. That is what I want. If you ask me to take off your panties, if I remove your panties and you are wet when I touch your pussy, you will become ours to do with as we wish. For my part, I will promise that at least once and likely often, you will be raped in your own bed in the middle of the night."

Mrs. Kingston gulped then and licked her lips. "Sonny." She stopped. "Sonny, take off panties, please." Her eyes were shining, now drawn into tense slits which appeared nearly feline. 

"Mrs. Kingston, you must agree to let me know when Sid is home. You call when he goes out of town and when he returns. You let me know which nights your house will be empty and you will leave the back door open when you are available."

"Will Sonny." Mrs. Kingston whispered. 

I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up her stocking-clad legs. Her skin seemed to ripple beneath my hands under the black hose. I ran my hand up under her dress and found the tops of the stockings, the garter clips on top of her panties. I dropped her dress and went to the kitchen. I got a razor sharp knife from the kitchen. I walked back into the living room. Annie's eyes fairly bulged when they saw the knife. 

"Sorry about the panties, Annie but I am not taking the garters loose to get them off." 

Her stricken face relaxed, the moment of terror lingering as an erratic tremor running through her body. I sat once more and lifted her dress with one hand. Her lean legs came into view, the tops of the stocking. I was amused, the garters were pink, the belt was pink with black frills. Her panties were strings and swaths of clothe which with several quick jerks of the knife, I removed. I took the knife back to the kitchen. I returned to the living room. 

"Annie, turn around and bend over."

She did.

I opened my pants and released my hard cock. I pulled her dress up over her hips and crouched, bending the end of my cock down to the shallow cleft of her ass. I moved lower, feeling with one hand till I felt the lips of her pussy awash with her arousal. "You are wet, Annie. When my cock enters you, you are ours, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sonny." She mewed. "Please put cock inside Annie." 

I did as she asked, it was, after all, a very good idea. I slid about half a cock length into her before she tightened and progress halted. I pulled out and dropped her dress. I pulled her upright. She turned around, her eyes mystified. "Come with me." I said, not meaning what I said exactly. I pulled her to the front door. I had a logistical problem. I needed to run get the car but Annie could neither open the door nor close it. The key to such situations is improvisation. I ran up the stairs to Laura's room. She was lying on her bed, her dress was gone and her legs were wide. She was furiously rubbing her pussy with one hand and navigating a vibrator around and inside her pussy. 

She stopped when I opened the door, pulling ear buds from her ears. 

"Laura, I need your help."

The look on her face flashed first fright then lust. She rolled off the bed and knelt before me. She opened my pants and I let her. Downstairs, Annie waited, topless and bound. Laura took out my damp cock and sucked me into her mouth. After she pulled me into her throat several times, I tapped her on the head. "Laura, come down stairs with me." 

She nodded, rose, picked up a robe and followed me downstairs. Annie was not at the door where I left her. We rounded the last curve of the stairs and I saw Annie, she had moved away from the entryway window to the door way of the kitchen. 

"Oh!" Laura said behind me. 

I glanced behind me. Mrs. Wills was staring at Annie who stood with her bound arms behind her and her chest thrust out, making her breasts prominent and lurid. Her wild, curly hair and makeup made her seem otherworldly. She did not speak.

"Laura, I need to go get my car. As soon as I am in the driveway, I will honk. You open the door and push Annie out and close it behind her. Is that okay?"

"What are you going to do to her?" Mrs. Wills asked, her voice quivered. 

"I am going to give her to my friends and we are going to fuck her. Is your husband going to be in town tonight or tomorrow?"

"He's gone."

I nodded. "Okay." I am such a tease. I stood still for a moment looking at Laura as she stared at Annie. "Kiss her." I said. 

Laura pulled her eyes to me, wide, aroused. Then she nodded mutely. My mother was right. Laura walked to Annie and kissed the bound woman on the lips, gently, then more passionately. She moved next to each breast and sucked on Annie's tits. 

The oriental woman keened with the attention, trembling. 

I pulled Laura back. "Push her out the door when I drive up." 

Laura nodded then took hold of Annie's bare shoulders and kissed her on the lips again. She dropped a hand under Annie's skirt and they both squeaked when the hand touch Annie's bare pussy.

I ran to the car and was in front of the house in minutes. I honked and leaned over and opened the door. I was driving my mother's car and it had plush, crushed velvet seats with no divider. I pushed the door open and a moment later, Annie appeared, topless and bound and crawled awkwardly into the car, laying down on the seat and facing the back. I leaned over her and pulled the door closed. Out of pure lust, I fitted my lips onto her nearest nipple and sucked and sucked hard. Annie yelped. She was trembling and panting, her breasts were slick with Laura's attention. 

I put on my seat belt, this was no time to get stopped. I pulled Annie's head into my lap and she relaxed, panting and blowing through her nose. As I drove, I stroked her bare back, running my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. All the way to Brent's house, I muttered things like, 'You are going to fucked soon, Annie.' And 'I have lots of cock for you, Annie!' She shifted and pressed her face into my crotch, kissing at my hard cock through my pants. 

I arrived at the Rossini house and parked. I realized as I turned off the car that we were blocking Mrs. Rossini's access to the drive which if what I had in mind worked out, would be a good thing. Usually when we forgot and did that she would phone in and ask us to come move a car or two. 

"Annie, I have some things to deal with. You lay here. You should be warm enough." I pulled a blanket mom kept in the back seat over the back. "In case you get cold. Stay here. I will come get you when we are ready." I leaned over and kissed the skin over her side, above the waist band of her skirt. I got out of the car and let myself into Brent's house. I scouted the area to make sure it was empty. I could hear the TV downstairs. I went down. 

They were playing pool, two on two. I could hear them japing at each other as I descended the stairs. The stairs ended in the gloom at one end of the basement with the family area and bar at the other end. Around the corner from the door was a half-wall bookcase where you could see half of the pool table the bar beyond it and the couch but not the TV which was in the far corner. I sauntered into the room. 

"Hey guys!" I said brightly. 

Everyone greeted me. I got a beer and stood around watching Chris and Sammy take on Brent and Landon. I was the only one without a pool table so they were the best players but since they all had tables, I had gotten pretty good over the years. Oddly or predictably, my heart hammered in my chest while they finished the game. Chris and Sammy won. 

"Who's up?" Brent asked holding out his cue.

"I'm up." I said and took his cue. But then I tossed it on the table and everyone stopped talking and stared at me. "Time to talk." I said softly. I went and leaned on the bar. It was not a classic bar but a low bar designed to lean or sit on with a cushioned front edge. As I hoisted myself up onto it I thought about Annie draped over it, being fucked from behind. 

"You all should sit down." I said. 

The hush thickened in the damp air of the trimmed basement. I waited till everyone had a seat. They knew what was coming so I just said it. "It's done." I spoke the words like it was a dire pronouncement. The reaction was muted. I am not sure what I expected so I did not feel disappointed. 

I pointed at Brent. "I fucked your mother." I pointed at Chris. "And I fucked your mother." Then Sammy, "And your mother," and finally at Landon, "and I fucked your mother. And yes, I fucked my mother. So now we know our MILFs will all fuck. I know they all fuck."

I waited. The guys looked around at each other. Sammy was about to pop trying to keep from grinning. Chris looked scared, Brent was blasé because the news was not so surprising to him. I started with him so his reaction would be the model. Landon just stared at some indefinable, distant point. 

"I don't know about you guys, but I think that deserves a toast!" Brent said. "To Sonny!" Everyone hoisted a pint—a bottle really but I like that expression, 'a pint'. I could not help it, I grinned. I was proud. I had fucked the mothers of my friends and they were toasting me! It is a beautiful world. 

We all clicked the necks of our beer bottles. Yes, we were not of age but we were old enough to die for our country, a cold brew is simply not unreasonable. A culture that thinks we are old enough to hold a weapon should not begrudge a simple buzz, so long as we do not mix the two. We all took a long, calming pull on our Dos Equis. 

Landon looked over at me and lifted his bottle. "Fuck me, I knew we could count on you, bro!" He drank. He grinned. "You really did it? I mean, like you said? Every one of them?"

"Geezus!" Chris muttered. "He really did it!"

I waited. I had realized that we all had not thought much beyond this moment. It was like we did not believe it possible, to get to this moment and so had not given the next moment much thought; the one where we could think about fucking the MILFs. But for the other guys, it was different. They were all thinking about their own mothers, thinking of them as women, naked, coming, begging to be fucked, sucking their cocks . . . whatever. They all had the vision of something flooding over them. No one looked at me. 

After a few minutes of football commentary and no other sound, I thought it was time. No one was smiling now. Even Sammy had contracted back into his normal look rather than the appearance of a pending bust. "Guys, I know, this is a big moment. Frankly, I am feeling a little exposed. We need to talk about the MILFs, our mothers, and how this is going to happen."

"Whores and sluts! That's what I'm talking about!" Sammy gushed forth. 

I held up a hand. "Wait a minute. We have to be clear. Our mothers, your mothers are neither. A whore only fucks for money and a slut never says 'no'. Our mothers are neither. Just because we think we can fuck them now," I grinned. "Well, I know I can. But just because we think they do fuck now, after years of never imagining we were created with anything but immaculate reception . . . "

"Conception, you idiot. Immaculate Conception!" Brent growled. "Conception!" 

I ignored him. " . . . we have testimony that 'yes' they do fuck." I could not help it. I grinned again. "I am here to tell you boys, our mothers love to fuck!" 

What followed was cathartic primal scream, an existential howl of glee and relief and sexual tension all tangled into a single ear splitting noise that drowned out the football game. It was like the Buffalo Bills just won the Superbowl. 

When silence came, or more accurately when the TV could be heard again, I resumed. "Guys, since I had Mrs. Clark, I have been thinking about this moment and what comes next." I mentioned Landon's mom first, knowing that each guy would have to confront the fact that I had had his mother and it would be different for each. Landon did not look at me; his face seemed to close . . . but that could have been my imagination. I felt the twinge of guilt, the nagging sense that a guy just does not do what I did but then I thought about Mrs. Clark, about Kyla looking back at me as I entered her in the changing room, the lust in her eyes, the need, the want, the demand that I use her as she wanted to be used and the full knowledge that the stars had aligned and each woman bore a dream of coupling. For each one that dream, till the moment I entered them, seemed utterly impossible. Today, each of these women were one step closer to realizing a sexual fantasy. All we had to do was discover and deliver it. Then we could have our fantasy. 

"Guys, now that we know they do fuck, in a real sense we know this."

"You know it in the Biblical sense." Brent muttered again. 

This time I had to laugh though it was a sort of nervous laugh. I was a step away from the cliff but not on the solid side, there was nothing under my feet. All I had to look forward to was flying or falling. If they all suddenly demurred and decided it was all just talk, I was finished!

"Cool it. This ain't easy. We need to understand something. None of us are going to be happy if this turns into a free-for-all. Our mothers are not going to spread their legs any time we snap our fingers. Nor are they going to be eager to confess that they fucked me. Nor will it be easy to get them to consider doing you ugly fucks. They have had the best and it is all downhill from here for them." 

Everyone rolled their eyes. But, surprisingly, no one said anything. That was good. I understood that to mean they were actually thinking of the reality of this thing. The second thoughts, the fears, the guilt of even thinking of this whole idea may be creeping through the little minds of each of us. If not, no worries but I had the ultimate solution up in the car. But first . . . .

"This was just step one. We need to wrap our little pea brains, not you Brent, around what this means and get it straight."

Landon broke in, at this point. "Sonny's right. We need a plan."

I held up my hand. "Landon, we love ya dude but you got to let me have my say. You ran me off the cliff into this particularly empty air. Let me finish what I have to say . . . and do, before you try to add to the confusion." I stopped, looking Landon in the eye. I had not challenged him very often but this time, I felt I had to and was ready to. Annie the ace and her holes were up in the car. 

Landon stared at me for a moment, the vein on the side of his forehead bulged for a moment. His skin flushed but finally he nodded and looked down. 

"Thanks. Listen guys, this is just the first step. Landon said 'airtight' and that is the goal but we may not get that. We have got to recognize that none of us want to take this from anyone. None of us are going to abuse what we now know about our mothers. What we want, more than anything, is for them to want us. We want them to think that taking us is a good idea, that it will be exciting and fun. My mother . . . " I gulped ". . . my mom . . . my mom is more sexually open than any of us realized, particularly me. I daresay, I have discovered this is true about each of the MILFs. But 'sexually open' does not mean 'open for business'. No one is going to get far if they run home and grab a MILF tit or run their hand up between her legs while she is bending over getting dishes out of the dishwasher. You will get clocked with a plate."

Everyone chuckled. 

Now for the important point. "And you will deserve to. Just because they fucked me, does not mean they will fuck you." I paused to let that sink in. "I have been unbelievably lucky. So lucky, it seems stupid to mess it up by pursuing the matter. But I am going to. At the moment, they may think that I am their secret love but I am not. Some know that is not right, they know that I have been with other women. One of the best things we have going for us is that no one should be confused. We are not going to be the long term solution to anything for our mothers. Or them for us, when it comes to sex. This is a fantasy and fantasies are good once but after that, reality resumes. But reality is not this single thing that is predictable and consistent."

"Shit, Sonny. You are talking like Brent now. Get to the point!" Sammy said. "I'm hungry."

Deep inside, I grinned. "Things are either going to work out, or they won't. We have to agree to two things, first we will try and second that we will not push." 

Sammy bumped his hips forward. "Like hell! I'm going to push plenty!"

We all chuckled but it was not the nervous laugh of before. It was a thoughtful, contemplative response. 

"What happens next needs to be organic, natural, easy. The MILFs on the List are not 'sure things'. The problem with a sure thing is that we do not respect them. Lack of respect means two things. First, it means we do not pay attention to what they want. Second, it means we take what we want. Neither will work with these particular MILFs. I am suggesting that while we all agree the goal is to make our MILFs airtight, the method we must agree to use is to discover their deepest sexual need and satisfy that. Then it is a simple trade; what she wants for what we want." 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 01



I paused. "Women, I think, are surprisingly easily to get along with. To read about the past, women had lots of sex, got pregnant a lot with the craziest ideas many of which excluded their pleasure, their orgasm, their reaction or their involvement in any meaningful way. Today, women have the just expectation that they get theirs from time to time. I suggest that the method we agree to use to get our MILFs airtight, is to give them what they want first."

"And to do that, we have to figure out what they want." Brent said, looking around. 

I thought this was good time to clear the air a little. "Just so you all know, Brent has already had my mother." I looked at Chris, "and your mother, Chris."

Everyone looked at Brent and his face turned beet red. 

"Not his doing, not his fault. I did it. I had the right situation to introduce the idea of sharing the wealth to Laura and mom and I did it. Now, here is the good thing, at least for you lazy fucks. I have had the MILFs. Discovering their fantasies, discovering their sexual shopping list is going to fall to me. I am not saying you can't, I just think I have the best avenue to discovering it. I am not going to lie to your mothers. If they ask what is going on, I will tell them. I will tell them we want them and how we want them, naked and airtight. But I want that idea to come off my tongue when they are most liable to think it is a sexy, good and reasonable idea. If you let me, I think I can share the MILF list with each of you."

Brent, bless his heart, nodded vigorously. "I can vouch for that. Sonny shares. Geez, you have no idea!" 

The other guys stared at him. Brent looked up at them and grinned, then sobered. "Sorry, Sonny."

I shook my head. "My point here, is that we need to be smart about this. This is like having a girl friend . . . "

"Like you would know." Sammy muttered.

". . . you do not just tear off her clothes and try to fuck her. Usually. The best sex is when they are into it. The best sex is when everyone has a good time." I looked around the room, meeting everyone's eyes till they looked away.

Brent spoke up. "In the nineteenth century, people thought a woman's orgasm made a happier baby. They thought depression or 'melancholia' as they called it in a person, was caused by boring, normal, mechanical and unfulfilling sex before the baby even saw the light of day. Of course, not everyone thought this but some did."

"Thanks, Brent. You are so full of helpful information." Landon said drily but with a smile.

"Orgasms make for happy babies?" Chris said wonderingly, his eyes wide. "That makes a lot of sense."

"No, Chris . . . forget it!" Landon said, shooting Brent a glare who smirked and shrugged. 

The mood had lightened. I breathed deep relief. "My idea is simple. We investigate if we can give our mother's mind blowing sex. In the process, we get a safe place to get in contact with our inner perv and figure out what actually makes us tick. Sexually, I mean. I think the rest is a hopeless cause."

"We are not getting existential." Brent said by way of elucidation. 

"Shut up, Brent." Landon said. Only he could have said it the way he said it such that Brent looked proud of the attention AND shut up. 

"I thought about Brent and how he would put everything into a spreadsheet and schedule Chris with Kyla's ass on Thursday and Landon with Laura's pussy on Saturday."

"What about me? I get your mom's tits on Sunday, Sonny!" Sammy chortled. No one ever told Sammy to shut up. It would be like telling the rest of us to stop breathing. 

I continued. "I thought about that but how would you feel if bunch of girls decided to schedule you for pussy diving three times a week and passed you around like a . . . like a . . . "

"Dildo, I think is the word you are looking for, Sonny." Landon said drily. 

In that moment, I got the feeling that Landon had already thought of this and was waiting to agree with me. It made me nervous at the same time I felt proud that he let me carry the ball. So far, I was the one with the balls after all so it made sense. "I think we need to let things happen organically. If you all agree, I will work to get things arranged. Until we know what is what with the MILFs, we should not figure they are open for business and declare open season on them."

Everyone nodded and Landon said, "I agree completely. I have thought about what we would do if you came back with a positive outcome. I did not consider the possibility that you would do everybody's mother for us but now that you have, I understand. You would be sort of exposed if you announced you fucked your mom and the rest of us were still dick dry. At least now no one can go shooting their mouth off without some consequences threatening to come home to roost." Landon looked around at each of us. "Sonny has done the heavy lifting here. He took the big risk for all of us. We should let him take us the rest of the way." He turned to me and extended his hand. "Sonny, you tell us how things go and we'll follow."

I shook Landon's hand. The guy just had a way about him that made you want to please him. He really did have nothing to worry about in life, he would always find a place and it would be easy to find because it would always be at the front, closest to the action. 

"But guys, I think we need to do something formal to seal the commitment, so we all know that we are committed to this. No backing out. No giving up. No falling in love! Not till the MILFs are airtight or we know that is not their thing. Right?" Landon looked around the group, his chin out and his eyes fierce.

No one spoke but we all nodded. 

I felt so fucking smart. After a perfect pause, I said, "well, I have just thing up in the car. I have to get it ready. Play some pool, get some beer. I'll be back in a while." 

Brent looked at me with genuine curiosity, wondering what I had up my sleeves at the moment. I gave him a little smile and a nod and stood up. It was time. I walked up the stairs and out to the car. Annie lay on the seat, awkwardly curled under the blanket. The evening had turned chilly. 

"Its time, Annie." I said. I pulled the blanket off of her and tossed it onto the back seat. She turned to look at me, her eyes sleepy, dull. I helped her out of the car and she slipped from my hands and scampered up the drive and up the walk to the door and was inside before I got the car door closed. The sight of this woman with her hands bound behind her back and her tits bare dashing to the house was so surreal I chuckled. I thought of some neighbor glancing out the window and seeing that. The guy would swear off whatever his latest vice was because of that hallucination. No one would believe it.

I walked into the house. Annie stood inside the door shivering. I could not tell if she was cold or aroused by looking at her. Her eyes were intense, fierce but focused. I turned her around and checked her arms, they were not cold so the binding had not cinched up on her. I closed the door and turned her back around. I bent to her nipples and kissed each in turn. They grew erect under my lips. I kissed her on the mouth and found her aroused and moaning as she kissed me back, pressing against me, her arms straining with the instinct to clasp me and pull herself against me. That need added to the latent need humming in her body. 

Right by the door, the Rossini's had a couch table setting against the wall by the entryway where they dropped stuff. It was clear that day but for a shallow bowl where they dumped keys and change and stuff. I moved that to floor and hoisted Annie onto the table. Then I kissed her again while I pulled her dress up her legs and tucked it behind her back. I fumbled with my pants. She leaned back against the wall and spread her knees. The table was narrow with barely enough room for her slim butt. When my cock came free, I leaned against the table, grasped her by the ass and pulled her toward me till her pussy was crushed against my cock. With one hand I fingered her pussy, finding her still damp but not gushing. I opened her a little and pressed my thumb into her. She tried to wiggle or hunch but without her hands free she made more noise than actual progress. I fingered her for a while till she stopped staring down at my cock and arched her back and threw her head back with soft bump on the wall.  

I grasped my cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips. They parted and I entered her, just slightly. Annie sighed and her body twitched, some inner motion which occurred without leverage. I grasped her hips and pulled her body onto my cock. 

"Oh yesssss, Sonny! Your cock go in me! Fit perfect!" Annie hissed. 

Her stocking-clad legs gripped me in a weak embrace. I pulled back and pressed at her again, sinking into her pliant body further this time. I pulled her ass harder against me and I felt her inner release and I sunk home, pining us together, our pubic bones colliding with a sweet pain as I clinched us together. Annie grunted and struggled against the bonds. Her head came forward, her lips seeking mine, eyes closed as I ground my hips against hers while pulling her ass hard with my hands. Her inner flesh rippled along the length of my shaft and the sensation took my breath away. My god but I love pussy!

"Oh fuck, Annie. You feel great, pierced with my cock."

"Your big cock." Annie said. "Your big friend here?"

Her cunt squeezed me hard then. I pulled back, jerking free of her clasping cunt. Then I thrust deep into her again. She moaned as I slid home. I could smell her arousal. The eroticism of the moment struck me like lightening and for a moment I thought I would come but that would have been antisocial. I ignored her question. She could fucking wonder. 

I pulled free of her pussy and pulled her dress down. I helped her off the table, banging it against the wall. "Come with me." I said it again and this time I had to chuckle. I turned to her. Her eyes were intense, narrow slits. "Are you sure, Annie?"

"No panties." She panted, huffing as she spoke. "I got wet. You fuck me. Promised me something. I do my part. You keep agreement." 

I nodded, the idea of staging a rape for her benefit thrilled through me like a cold wind would feel on a hot August night, like stepping into a walk-in freezer after unloading a truck by hand. I led her to the door of the basement. We made our way down the stairs, Annie tottered awkwardly so that I steadied her since she had little help from her hands. The way was dim and unfamiliar to her. Finally I slipped an arm around her bare back and half carried her down. I heard the TV and the crack of the cue ball connecting. I took her by the shoulder and pulled her around the half wall and into the light of the basement. 

"There you are, Sonny. I thought you had gotten . . . holy shit, Sonny, what the fuck is this?" Sammy said.

I pulled Annie to the table and pushed the pool balls out of the way, ruining the game. "This is Annie Kingston. She has agreed to fuck us all tonight." 

"Goddamn, Sonny, she is tied up! What the fuck!" Landon looked angry, his bushy brow knit together like the bark of an elm tree. "What happened to doing what they want?"

"It is not how it looks. This is what she wants. Annie had a fantasy. I have added a few things."

"What things?" Landon asked.

"Well, you guys for starters. She always wanted to be fucked while she was bound like this." I touched the scarves wound around her arms. "This was her idea but I added you guys, all five of us. And airtight which is our end of the bargain. It is like training, preparation for what is coming." Annie stood bent forward so her arms were high behind her with her head down. Her hair fell about her face in a jumbled, sexy mess. I reached around her and cupped a breast. She moaned and her hands fluttered against my crotch. "Tell them, Annie." 

Annie lifted her head. "He right. I am wet. I want you to fuck me. All of you. Come in me, let me suck you all off. I want you all." Her voice was hoarse, raspy but distinct. She spoke slowly and carefully. 

Silence. No one said a word. 

I waited, maybe a couple minutes. Annie began to shift her hips forwards and backwards in the classic fucking motion. Her head was bowed. Finally she looked back at me. "Take my skirt." She muttered. 

Such a good idea! I found the hook and zippers on both sides and unfastened the skirt. She sighed as I pulled at the skirt and it dropped down her legs, making a slight hissing sound on her hose as it fell. I heard everyone exhale at once. The only real sound was the announcer on the TV calling another kickoff on the Steelers-Patriots game. She stood in her weave shoes, the hose and garters with her hands bound tightly behind her. Her conical breasts quivered and her nipples swelled. 

Annie squatted and got to her knees, balancing precariously without the use of her arms. She turned to me, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I opened my pants and presented my cock to her lips, touching the head against her lower lip. She kissed the end, sucked it between her red lips and then bobbed her head down as far as she could, back and forth till my cock was fully down her throat. Her breath blew through her nostrils and she swallowed.

I closed my eyes and groaned. Gawd, what a feeling!

"Holy fuck!" Sammy muttered. 

"No shit." Chris said. 

"She is not a MILF." Landon said. I opened my eyes, Landon was staring at the woman sucking on my cock and then looked up at me. "She is not one of the MILFs on the list!" 

Annie pulled her head back, wobbling but regaining equilibrium. Then she sucked hard and my cock disappeared again, sliding through her full lips, along the cushion of her tongue into the confines of her tight throat. She massaged my cock with her lips, mouth, tongue and throat.

"Is that a problem?" I croaked.

Landon looked back down at Annie as she completed another cycle. Since her hands were bound, she had to be very careful, making each and every motion deliberately and slowly while squatting before me, her knees to each side of my calves. Her hands were behind her, bound with the black, red, blue and green color, counter-balancing her head as she took my cock down her throat again and again. Landon shook his head. "No. No problem." He whispered. "When is it my turn?"

Annie sucked me again into her mouth. I could not answer. 

The sound of football and Annie's slurping on my cock was the only sound for a while. I sensed my orgasm in the distance and pulled away from her. The sucking mouth followed the moving cock nearly unbalancing her. I steadied her then helped her to her feet. I pushed her to the pool table. There was method to my madness, this was the picture that inspired the suggestion to play some pool.

Annie immediately bent down over the table and widened her stance, presenting me with her pussy lips appearing between her slender ass cheeks. The garter belt framed her pussy and the stockings shimmered on her slim legs. The high heels made her tall enough to bend comfortably over the table. 

I grasped her hips over the garter belt, positioned my cock at her nether lips and entered her. She was so wet I slid complete down into her channel without resistance or hesitation. Annie wheezed as I entered her and grunted as I hit bottom. I held her bound arms with one hand and her hips with the other. Her hands and fingers caressed me with little butterfly kisses. I pulled back and slammed into her. The extended period of arousal must have left her teetering on the brink because as I bottomed out she shrieked and bucked, slamming her sopping pussy back against me with a wet splash. I bounced into her a few more times then pulled a sopping cock out of her convulsing pussy. 

I looked around the room. "Who's next?" Now, standing in a room full of guys with my erection bare to the open air, dripping with eau d'female was a new experience for me. I moved back to Annie and entered her again. She shrieked at the invasion and then shook through a small orgasm again. 

I pulled free and looked around at each guy, everyone but Brent. He had been there before. "Well? This is the confirmation of commitment. Fuck Annie. Then our pact is completed and I will share the rest of the List with you and you with them. She is our pact. She is ours. Now, everyone fucks her. Don't come in her just yet. Then she wants to suck us all, one after the other, cock after cock. Then, then we fuck her till we fill her up. After that, airtight." I looked at Landon and saw something I had rarely seen on his face. Respect. He nodded, understanding the role this interloper played in the MILF list. It was a test for all of us, individually but really together. Could we share a woman? Better to know that before one of our mothers was bent over the table. That was the intuition the morning's mediation on pussy gave me. The MILF list had been made but were we ready, really ready to share it? This was the moment when we would answer that question. 

Behind me Annie was gasping and trying to catch her breath. Sammy stood up, shucked pants and briefs and walked over with his pole running before him. I turned to watch him mount the bound woman bent over the pool table. He did not have to crouch. He found her entrance and sliced into her. She arched her back and shoved back, rooting him into her pussy. He pounded at her several times. And he pulled out. 

"Everyone gets in clean then we'll get messy!" He chortled. 

Chris went next. He stripped down his pants, standing at the end of the pool table. Annie's eyes remained fixed on him. Chris moved around behind her and grasped her hips. He stroked her legs and snapped one of the garter straps; not hard but enough to make her jump. He caressed her back, then reached under her and cupped both breasts, then apparently he pinched her nipples because Annie grunted and tried to lift up. Chris directed his cock with one hand to her pussy and pressed into her. Annie panted as the cock slid into her, grunting each time Chris stopped and sighing as he started deeper again. Once he was sealed against her cheeks, he moved his pale white ass around, stirring her pussy with his rigid dick. Then he pulled out and plunged in again. He repeated the stroke several times and then pulled free. 

Annie grunted, her ass wagging as the cock left her. "No." She whispered, pleading, begging, dreaming—intoxicated with the fantasy being presented to her and with the pleasure +enveloping her enraptured body. 

I looked at Landon. "Landon, your turn unless you want to follow fat boy over there." I said, indicating Brent with a jerk of my head. Brent was anything but fat and I hoped he did not take exception to being pushed to the back of the line. I thought it would be okay since he had been in her already.

Landon pulled down his pants, showing us his cock. Annie was twisted on the table, watching. Landon kicked off shoes and pants and, naked, he walked up behind Annie. She straightened her back, settling onto the table, laying her cheek on the green felt. Her fingers waved behind her ass till she felt the hair at his crotch. He felt along her arms. "Hey, her arms are getting cold. Maybe we should release her?"

"Annie, are you okay?" I asked. 

"Now arms ok. Fuck now!" Annie said in a tight voice. 

Landon shrugged but tapped her ass with one hand. "Please. Say please."

Annie twisted to look at him, staring in his eyes then lowering her burning gaze to his hard prick. "Please. Please. Please put cock in me." She said. Her eyes rose to stare into Landon's fevered eyes again. 

Landon nodded and plugged into her pussy. Annie flattened and grunted as Landon fed her his hard, red cock. He had a huge blue vein which wrapped around the girth of his cock standing out starkly against the ferocious scarlet of its skin. Standing behind them and to the left, I could see his cock sluice into her. Annie shivered and then screamed with orgasm as he pushed into her the third time. Liquid bubbled around her pussy lips and dribbled down her thighs. Her knees buckled and Landon was holding her on the table. He pressed into her and held still while she spasmed through the orgasm, stirring her seething cunt with his cock. It seemed to go on forever. Once she calmed, he resumed stroking into her. He was gritting his teeth when he pulled back and backed away, staggering. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 01



"Gawd, she is tight. What a pussy!" He muttered, dropping on to the couch, his cock glittering with her moisture. 

Brent stood up, a long slow unfolding of his lean, tall frame. Annie tilted up on one shoulder to watch him undress. His mighty cock came into the view and she sighed, mewling like a kitten for milk. At that moment, my fucking phone rang. I pulled my pants up and fished it out of the pocket. 

"Sonny?" 

I pulled my pants the rest of the way up, tucking my cock into the underwear and backed out of the room. "Yeah?" I said softly.

"Your car is blocking the garage." Mrs. Rossini said in small voice. "Would you come up and move it, please?"

"Yeah, sure." I kept my eyes on Brent as he lined up his cock behind Annie and proceeded to push it into her. "I'll be right up." I said.

"Sonny, I am up stairs." She was whispering. 

"What's that mom? Let me get away from the TV. I can't hear you. Let me call you back." I hung up, just as Annie screamed again. My mind was racing, Mrs. Rossini was upstairs and Annie was screaming through another orgasm. I looked around. 

I waited till Brent had stroked his way all the way into Mrs. Kingston's body. She was shivering and chanting 'wu, wu, wu', over and over again, which means 'five, five, five' in Chinese, she would tell us later. I moved to the end of the table, buckling my pants. "I have to go call home. I'll be back in a while. I, I may have to leave for a bit." I said, thinking if Mrs. Rossini was upstairs I was going to need to create some diversionary tactic to get Annie out of sight and quiet. I glanced at her arching body, punching her ass back at Brent as he pushed his cock slowly back into her quivering body. 

Annie turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were slits, the hair tangled over her face giving her a subdued, sexual look. Each time Brent plunged home, her eyes would open wider and her lips would purse, showing her teeth. Brent was speeding up. 

I looked at the other guys. They ignored me, watching Brent fuck Mrs. Kingston. I left them that way. I jogged up the stairs and found the house dark, for night had fallen. I saw Mrs. Rossini standing in the dark of the living room. She put a finger to her lips and gestured for me to follow her, which I did. We went into the kitchen. 

Before she did anything, she kissed me, her hands holding me by the shoulders. Her mouth was open and I met her tongue with mine and I grasped her by the hips. One of her hands drifted down my side and then to my waist and thence to the crotch. She broke the kiss when she felt my hard cock. I thought I was going to come right then and would have if she had stroked me even once. All things come to he who waits. 

"I was downstairs. I saw you fuck her." Mrs. Rossini whispered. "What is going on down there? Who is that?"

For a moment, I reverted back in time, back to a time when I would have been tongue tied and thunderstruck by the moment. I shook it off. This was now, I was different, not tongue tied, not now. "We are fucking Mrs. Kingston." I said quietly. 

Mrs. Rossini's eyes got big as the proverbial saucers. "Mrs. Kingston?"

"Yes. She has a fantasy about fucking four guys and being airtight." I spoke so casually I thought someone else was talking. Mrs. Rossini stared at me then pulled me close, plastering her body against mine, pressing her cheek to my chest. Her body shuddered. 

"Oh." She said. "Oh." 

I wrapped one arm around her back, laying a hand on her shoulder blade but with the other, I cupped her ass cheek, squeezing it. The thrill of desire enveloped us, a soft scarlet haze in the gloom.

"Do they know I am here?" She asked, her voice muffled against my chest.

"No. They think I am calling mom. Mrs. Kingston is going to blow everyone then we are going to fuck her silly." 

Mrs. Rossini pulled back. "Blow you? You mean suck your cocks?"

I nodded. Till that moment, I had not realized it but I had never spoken her given name. She had been 'Mrs. Rossini' the whole time we fucked in her kitchen. The thought made me chuckle. Then she blew my mind. 

"I want to see that. Let me watch her suck . . . suck . . . suck . . . " She got stuck.

"Cock." I said helpfully. 

Mrs. Rossini nodded. "Yes. Cock. I want to watch her suck your cocks." She was shivering like she was cold. Passionate adrenaline. In a much softer voice she said, "I went downstairs to say 'hello'. I saw your cars on the street but yours blocked the garage." Her eyes found mine in the broken darkness of the house, punctured by the various lights of the appliances and the digital clock on the counter and the tepid illumination of the streetlights coming through the various windows. "I was going to ask you to come move your car so I could kiss you and suck, suck, suck your cock. But I heard the sound of a woman. When I looked around the corner, she was, was, was coming. Her face turned toward me and I could see it, like she was crying her eyes clinched closed and her lips pulled back and she was bucking and thrashing on the table while you fucked her. I was lightheaded. I could not believe you were fucking a woman in my house, another woman." She hesitated, perhaps remembering. "And she was tied!" She refocused her eyes and then she kissed me again, one hand stroking between us, caressing my now iron cock. 

Mrs. Rossini pulled back from me, her eyes searching, searing, wide. "I came up here and sat on the couch, thinking about what I had seen. You know what I felt?"

I shook my head in the darkness, waiting to see where this runaway train would take me. 

"I got very wet. Here. Feel me." She tried to pull up her skirt but it was straight and bound around her thighs as she pulled it up. She pushed it back down. "I thought about you in that other woman, after you had me and I realized it was exciting to watch you taking her. But I wanted to see more. I want to see you do things to her."

"What things?" I prompted but I do not think she heard me. 

"I don't know but I wanted to watch it all. I never felt so, so completely turned on in my life." Her eyes turned to me. 

Now, I used her given name. "Natasha, Brent is down there. He was fucking her when I left. Are you sure that you want to go down there."

She nodded, an eager but frightened motion. "I want to see, I want to watch her suck their cocks. I want to watch her be fucked."

The train came to a sudden stop. I was surprised but fascinated. Where do we go from here, I wondered. I shrugged. The worst that could happen is that we would all fuck Natasha as well. Well, maybe not the worst thing but still, I could not see much risk. But for insurance, I clasped her ass in both hands while I kissed her. She was jittery, her hands flitting from my back to shoulders to face and down to my ass. When I broke the kiss, I knelt, ran my hands up her legs, hooked both thumbs in the waist band of her conservative panties. I pulled them down her thighs. 

Mrs. Rossini squawked and then groaned when I pressed my face into the crotch of her skirt as I pulled her underwear down and then off her legs. She balanced with her hands on my shoulders as I removed her panties from each foot in turn. I stood up and held them out for her to see. She glanced at it and then back to my eyes. I could not tell if she understood my intention. I think she was just turned on. I put them into my pocket, took her hand and led her to the closed basement door. I opened it quietly, signaling to her she should be quiet. It was nearly dark but the light below lit our way. We descended. 

I hoped that Natasha Rossini would see her son with his cock in a woman for the first time. I was not disappointed. By the time we rounded the corner, Brent was hammering Annie. Apparently, they had decided that going last had its advantages because he did not seem like he was just stroking for target practice. He was stroking for the long ball. I moved Natasha in front of me, but still behind the half-wall and in the dark shadows of the basement. 

Brent suddenly pulled out of Annie's pussy. She keened like a hound whose master just died. He quickly untied the bow ties in the scarves and freed her arms. For a moment, Annie lay on the table. Brent helped her up, turned her around and lifted her onto the table. She flopped onto her back and began rubbing her arms while her legs dangled off the edge. Brent put her legs over his shoulders, which put her feet at his ears. He pulled her to the edge of the table. Chris brought an old, flat pillow to them which Brent fit under her lower back to cushion the edge of the table. He positioned his cock and entered her with one great heave, shoving his entire length into her all at once. 

Annie screamed, "Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes." She degenerated into a chant but kept rubbing her arms while hunching her ass up to meet the cock entering her. Brent continued to steam power her with great, long strokes, each with a visible pause at both ends of the stroke; with his cock poised at the entrance and when rooted deep in her writhing body where he would flex his ass moving his cock around inside her pussy, like he was signing the walls of her vagina with a graffiti tag. 

No one spoke, not taking their eyes from the woman on the pool table and the man between her legs. When Brent finally ground to a halt, his cock fully embedded in her body, Annie stretched her arms over her head and hunched her pussy up at him.

"Please fuck me! Please fuck me, Brent!" Annie whimpered, her whole body convulsing. 

Fuck her he did. For a few furious minutes, Brent pounded down into her pussy, bending over her and fucking her hard, while he sucked on her nipples, pulling them taut, high over her, drawing them out with his lips while Annie thrashed below him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled at him with her heels. All the while keeping up a steady mumbling chatter of mixed English and Chinese, till finally she came again. Her body arched off the table, bridging from shoulders and head to her ass on the very edge of the table. 

Brent slammed into her and then grunted. He bent his back, grasped her hips and pulled her partway off the table, full onto his cock, impaling her completely. Then he made a series of little grunts coinciding with a fractional pumping of his hips. This went on for several minutes till he draped himself over her, finally kissing her on the lips. For a while they lay in that awkward position, kissing noisily. Then Brent stood up, and pulled his cock out of her pussy. Annie dropped her legs, pulling her ass back onto the table, then she simply went limp with a loud, clearly audible sigh. Her pussy protruded above her body, propped up as it was on the edge of the pool table. Cum welled up through her pussy lips like water from a hot spring. It glistened in the light. Annie did not move. 

"Fuck me, Brent. You really fucked her that time." Sammy said, the awe apparent in his voice. "Think she has any energy to suck us all off?" 

No one answered. 

All this time, Mrs. Rossini had been holding my arms around her, pressing one hand to a breast and the other between her legs while she ground her ass back against my cock. When Sammy spoke, she turned in my arms and pushed me away. For a moment I thought we were in trouble. Instead, she crept past me, holding my hand which she used to pull me after her. We tiptoed up the stairs. She quietly closed the door, grabbed hold of me and kissed me harder than I have ever been kissed in my life. I responded by slamming her against the opposite wall, making a definite thump which I hoped no one would pay any attention to. I thought perhaps the TV would cover the racket. 

I began to pull up her skirt but remembered it was straight and would not go past her thighs. I found the hook and zipper and soon had it released. All the while she kissed me, holding my head while I opened her blouse and then my pants. I entered her, finding her sloshing when I first put a finger to her lips and inside her. My cock struck home with no resistance. She lifted one leg as I slammed her against the wall, rattling the pictures all along it. I was so close to coming but she was closer. Sasha looped one foot behind my knees and I leaned her against the wall and fucked up into her with one awkward, jolting stroke and she screamed; a tight, throttled scream from deep in her throat which did not get past her barred teeth, one only I could hear. 

Then I came. My cock exploded inside her slit, sending electric tingles through my body and spangling the darkness in my eyes with red, orange and yellow light. Sasha grunted and her head bumped back against the wall while I humped at her over and over again, dumping load after load of come into her sopping depths. 

Then it was past. She dropped her foot to steady herself and I relaxed, pinning her to the wall but not moving. For several long minutes we teetered together against the wall. Then suddenly, Mrs. Rossini pushed me away. "I want to see her suck them off." She hissed. "But I have to clean up and put something else on. Don't get dressed. I want you again." She shuffled off into the darkness, leaving me standing with my pants at my ankles. I removed my shoes, pants and underwear but left my shirt. For some reason I did not want to be naked here. I never walked around my house naked, even when I was alone. Going naked would be a bad habit in a house full of women, unless you were fucking them. The thought made my cock twitch. What a life! 

Mrs. Rossini appeared in a black dressing gown over a short silky black nighty. The gown dusted the floor but the nighty barely covered her ass. She put her lips to my ear, kissed it with a light lick from the tip of her tongue which finished what my own thoughts had begun in my cock and said, "I want to watch her suck them. Can we go back down?"

I thought about asking after her intentions first or some such interruption but dismissed it. Best not to confuse what was happening down stairs with my own little drama. I grabbed my clothes and we descended the stairs and resumed our virtually invisible position behind the half-wall bookcase. The sight we found was indescribably lurid. The four guys were lined up against the pool table. Naked, asses hooked on the edge, hands behind them, planted on the green felt field, balancing them: Sammy, Landon, Chris and Brent lined up down the long side of the table. 

Annie was on her hands and knees in front of Sammy. As we arrived, she sat up and licked the tip of his black cock. It bobbed but she caught it with her lips. Sammy stared down at her with a mixture of fascination and lust, his eyes were wide and white in his black face. Her hands gripped his black thighs. She kissed his cock and sucked on the end, pulled back and painted it with her tongue. She slumped back to all fours and crawled sideways to Landon. Sammy stared at her with open-mouthed awe, his hard black cock glistening. 

I stood behind Sasha with my hands on her waist. I pulled her back to me and kissed her neck. She sighed but did not turn back to me, keeping her eyes fixed on the tableau before us. My hands ran over the front of her body till I cupped both of her boobs. She slumped back into me, dropping her head for a moment back onto my shoulder but the sound of Landon's groan alerted her. Her head snapped up. She put both her hands on the book case which was about belly button high on her and leaned on it, pressing her ass against me. 

Annie had hold of Landon's cock with one hand while she sucked on the head, sucking soft then hard, gently then loud and hard before pulling back to lick it with her tongue, round and round the head while Landon grunted and groaned, his head thrown back. The blue vein bulged. Landon grunted as she ran her tongue around the flared head, tracing the edge of the little helmet before pressing it against her lips. We could just see her lips from our angle as she was kissing it. The frizz of her black mane covered her smooth back but she would move to the side and lick so that we could clearly see her tongue caressing his cock. Then she opened her mouth and took him deep, the throbbing cock disappearing from our sight. Landon grunted. 

Annie pulled back, went to her knees again and crawled to Chris. With Chris, she kissed his knees and thighs for they were nearly naked of hair, smooth and tan, nearly the color of her own skin. Annie ran her tongue up the crest of each hip and down to his thigh then finally she took hold of his thick cock and licked it from head to base, using long sweeping swipes of her tongue. Then she kissed the end and sucked on it for a few moments. Chris stood completely still, staring down at what she was doing to him. 

I moved Natasha's black robe out of the way and felt under the nighty, finding Sasha's ass pleasingly naked. I fingered her pussy and she grunted once, a sound which blended with the roar of the crowd from the TV. I positioned myself and entered her, thrusting into her body while she held onto the stout bookcase, firmly attached to the floor and wall. Her eyes did not leave the scene before us. 

Annie crawled to Brent and cleaned him thoroughly with her tongue and lips, sucking the congealed effluvium of their previous coupling and swallowing it all. She murmured often, sucked loudly and then as his cock regained its regal stature, took some part of it into her mouth and sucked on him hard, slurping as she did so. Brent gave a muted groan. 

I fucked into Natasha from behind, taking her with gentle but firm, long strokes. Her channel was syrup-smooth but wrapped itself around me like velvet. I held her hips and simply matched the motion Annie adopted on her son's cock. 

Annie was determined to get the cock fully down her throat. She was fucking it with her mouth, taking it far down her throat which was only about half or three quarters of the whole. She would seat it as deep as she could and blow loudly through her nostrils and try to inhale around it while she swallowed. Brent would grunt each time she bottomed out but she could not get it all inside her mouth. Finally, she stood up and turned around, grasped his cock between her bowed legs and fit it into her pussy and sank back onto him, taking him once more into her pussy. Her head was up and she was staring , glassy-eyed but with a lurking look of fierce intention behind them. Brent was mesmerized and did not move while the woman pressed her cunt down onto his cock. 

I was stroking Mrs. Rossini and had an idea. The other guys merely sat on the table and watched. It was time to use Mrs. Kingston as she was intended to be used. I pulled Mrs. Rossini up and whispered in her ear. "Watch this. Stay out of sight and be quiet." 

She nodded. She was watching her son fuck a woman, or be fucked by a woman in her basement. At some point that reality had struck her, I think, and she was so aroused by the fact, the idea of watching her son fuck seemed to have bypassed her filters. She was so wet it was running down her legs and mine. I just hoped no one noticed. 

I walked into the lighted part of the basement, pulling off my shirt and still naked from the waist down. 

"Sonny?" Landon said. He sounded more than a little drunk but it was not the couple beers he had drunk. 

"No problem. I may have to go in a bit but I can take advantage of this situation since you stupid fucks are sitting there watching." I presented my cock to Annie. She grasped it, feeling the effluvium on it immediately. She put her head back so she could look at me while her tongue looped out of her mouth and slurped at the dripping end of my cock. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Annie sucked hard and my cock sliced past her lips, into her mouth. She moaned as she came off Brent's cock in order to get my cock deep into her mouth. Then she tipped backwards, taking the cock into her pussy as the one at her mouth slid over her full lips. Her tongue lashed me the whole time. I was so close to coming. I stood still while she teetered back and forth, first full of one cock and then the other, like she was a piece in a machine, a piece of ass in a fucking machine. Then she took me completely into her mouth and I grabbed her head, pulling on her as my orgasm threatened. She lost Brent who grunted as the pussy washing his cock slipped off and away from him. Annie went to her knees and sucked hard, knowledge of my situation seemed to accentuate her own. She tasted Natasha on my cock and it only seemed to arouse her more. I began to come, grasping the back of her head with one hand while she sucked me deeper, swallowing and swallowing, blowing and blowing till I was utterly emptied. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Sharing a MILF with her Son 

Later that week we finally got together again. This semester, we had designated Thursday afternoon as pizza on campus day. I had an afternoon Chem Lab but everyone else had evening classes so they came early and I arrived when I could. I was late, later than usual. Annie called me while I was walking to the pizza parlor to tell me that Sid was leaving Sunday. She sounded wistful, like she wanted to talk but I was on a mission and had no wish to discuss it with her. I would think about it later. Most of the pizza was gone by the time I arrived, the assholes. They offered to order one for me and I let them. I had had nothing to eat all day and was famished. 

We had all talked during the week but seemingly by some mutual understanding, the taking of Annie had not been part of our hurried conversations. No one mentioned her, her fantasy or fantasies to be accurate or the pact taking her implied. She had served her purpose. We did not discussed what it was like to share a woman, to be inside her while she took cocks in her other holes. We acted almost like nothing had happened. We joshed and bantered till my pizza arrived and then Landon sat down on the chair like a normal person and everyone followed. He usually sat on the back of a chair with his butt on the back and feet on the seat, balancing. Everyone but Brent and I were following suit. The wait staff glared at us but we did not hurt anything and were generous with tips so they usually left us alone in our remote corner of the mostly empty room. We met around 4 before the rush and before class. The assholes came early and ordered and ate before I arrived. Now I understood why.

"Sonny, we got to talking before you arrived." Landon began. 

For a moment apprehension tightened my stomach. 

"Last Sunday, was, fucking phenomenal!" Landon spoke conversationally and thus somewhat incongruously. "Having Mrs. Kingston like that, well, it was great! You demonstrated a real talent in how you managed the whole scene. You have had all the MILFs and I wanted to get everyone together to make sure no one was having second thoughts."

"We aren't." Sammy said. 

"Right. We aren't." Landon echoed. "In fact, if I would characterize the mood of the guys lined up behind you, I would say they are impatient. However, I have counseled them, based on your performance thus far, I have counseled to allow you to guide us to the promise land and not get freaky about things." 

"We will not fuck anyone without your say so." Brent elaborated. 

Landon nodded.

I pulled at a beer, thinking furiously. But my fucking phone rang. I answered and a breathy voice whispered into my ear. "Are you alone?" Alissa Honeywell sighed into my ear. 

"Yeah, I am at the pizza place with the guys." 

"Do you remember what I told you?" Alissa murmured. When I did not respond, she went on. "About being had on my back? I am inviting you to give me my fantasy now. Would you like that?" 

"Sure, mom. I can pick you up in maybe fifteen or twenty minutes." I said. The funny thing was that I did need to pick mom up in twenty or thirty minutes. 

"In twenty minutes, I will open the door to my garage. Park inside. Close the door. Take me, any way you want. Bye." Mrs. Honeywell clicked off. 

I was left staring at the guys with my cock growing, a pizza slice in one hand and my phone in the other. Inspiration struck so hard I got hard. 

"Got to go pick up your mom?" Landon said. 

Something about the way he said it seemed odd. When I glanced at him, I could clearly see the gleam of lust in his eyes. I could not stall these guys off from the MILFs for long. But MILFs in the wild were dangerous and skittish and had to be handled with care. They had to listen. I grunted, put away the phone and continued eating. 

"Anyway, Sonny, I just want to tell you, for all of us, thanks for getting us this far. Brent told us about how you shared your mom and Mrs. Wills with him and, fuck, that sounded great. But, Sonny, don't wait too long." 

I regarded Landon with a stiff prick in my pants which was likely destined to go spelunking in a very willing cunt in a few minutes. His implied warning did not dent my resolve. "No worries, boys. But I will not make any MILFs before it is time. If you rush it, we may see it all come apart. MILF making is an art, not a science and the project plan is event driven. Just remember Sunday. I got us that far. Let me work out how to get us the rest of the way."

"You don't have a plan?" Brent asked. 

I shrugged. "My dad used to say that he had lots of theories about how to raise kids before he had kids. Once he had real live children, he discovered they did not know any of his theories. Same with MILFs. You might be able to make it a science, Brent, but I think my way will always be more fun for everyone. Let me do it my way and I think you all will be pleased, everyone will be pleased." 

Brent held up a hand. "I know but, Sonny, I have to ask. Did you fuck my mom Sunday night?"

I goggled and hesitated. Brent did not seem to notice. 

"When she got home, she was dressed in a long coat and a negligée." He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Did she come home earlier? While you were upstairs?"

I nodded. "She watched us fuck Annie, saw most of it. So, yes, I fucked her before I had Annie suck my cock. Both times. Annie knew I was dipping my wick but licked me completely clean anyway."

"Fuck me." Sonny grunted. "It is raining pussy for this guy!" 

Brent nodded. "Wasn't that the time to share?" He looked pissed and I understood what had happened. Landon had talked him down, likely all week. 

I returned his baleful stare. "Brent, darling, I fucked your mother because you were not ready to do it yourself. She wants what Annie got. All of it and maybe more. Even you, perhaps, especially you. She watched Annie suck you and fuck you and all she wanted was cock. Mine was handy. The first time, with each MILF, they should be the main, likely the only attraction for us. That makes them feel at ease, without competition or challenge. Before we get them together as a group, they all need to have done their sons. You guys. That is a tricky dick for them, like taking your cock up the ass, Brent my dear, is going to take some doing and some woman is going to have to get brave before they get stretched. And loose because you will stretch her beyond . . . well, beyond. Otherwise you will be riding the narrow river or going down the throat. I am working on sharing the MILFs but this is new for them too. I think they will, I mean I think each will eventually do the Annie. But just because I think there is potential does not mean I know how to do them all today. Besides, no one wants to do them all today."

"I do." Sammy quipped. 

I ignored him, but with effort. The fucker was funny and I did not want to laugh in front of Brent's . . . concern. "I did not go looking for her, she asked for it. When she saw Annie riding you, she demanded it. But Brent, once we were done with Annie, do you think we had much left to give mommie dearest?"

"But you did not tell us." Brent muttered. 

"That is his call." Chris said softly. "We used him to get this far, you have no right to be pissed off if he keeps fucking your mother. Or mine for that matter. What are you going to do when you come home and catch them doing each other in the living room?"

"Good question." Landon said, looking over at Brent. "You did his mother and Chris' mother and did not bother to mention it and I do not care why or if Sonny suggested you keep quiet. Your choice and you did not say anything so your question is stupid. Cut it out. In the end, the whole issue is this, do you trust Sonny or not?"

For a moment no one moved. Then Brent nodded, flushing. "Of course." He looked at me. "I trust you, Sonny. Whatever that means, I think you are going to share the MILF list."

"Then what is the fucking problem, Brent?" Landon pressed.

Brent shook his head. "I don't know. I think seeing her sneak back into the house in nothing but a nighty shook me. The idea that my mother was out fucking around . . . I knew it was stupid but I felt it." He looked round at the rest of us. "You might too. If you do feel it, if you get pissed at Sonny or any of us, call Landon first and Landon, you can call me. We need to be careful and not run off half-cocked. It could be bad for everyone. Agreed?"

Everyone nodded. 

"No jumping to conclusions without talking it over with someone else. It is easy to get irrational when it comes to mommie dearest." Landon said. 

"And no jumping mommy without Sonny's approval." Sammy added. He looked like he thought he was being helpful.

I hated to crush him. Sammy was great at keeping everyone light and making a good time better but his common sense was rare. He helped us not take ourselves too seriously and we kept him from ever taking himself seriously while directing him in the ways he should go. I shook my head and held up my hands. "Wait a minute, right there. Let's be clear. If anyone has a shot at mommy or any of the MILFs, be my guest. I have had them but they are emphatically not mine. My objective is to move the sharing along. If you have an opportunity, grab it." 

Everyone nodded. 

Brent looked at me with an intense gaze. "I think seeing her dressed like that, it made me wonder if she was really fucking around. I guess I feel relieved that you were doing it and thought I was angry with you. Now that I know it was you, I guess I am relieved. The idea of her hunting for cock on the open range sort of rattled me. Sorry, man."

I nodded but I was distracted. The germ of the idea I had earlier had grown and now it bloomed. "Sammy, when is your class over?"

"Usually around eight unless we get to talking. Existential philosophy does not obey something so mundane as a clock with a sweep hand." Sammy said with a grin.

"How about digital?" Chris said in his quiet voice. 

I ignored him too, though I was surprised at him; Chris was usually not given to sotto voce humor. "Doing anything after?"

"No plans."

"I might come by later. I have to run and get mom. See you guys later. We straight?"

Everyone nodded and we banged knuckles and I whipped out of the pizza parlor. At my car, I verified that the two scarves I had borrowed from Mrs. Wills were still in the backseat. I draped them over the passenger seat and went to meet Mom.

I cruised by the entrance to the mall and Mom opened the door and got into the car. "Mom, are the girls home?"

"Tawny is I think. Georgia and Dalia will be home for supper."

I pulled one of the scarves loosed from under her shoulder and draped it over her shoulder. "You won't be. If you need to call anyone to let them know you are going to be late, do it now." 

Mom stared at me and then nodded. She opened her phone and made two calls, canceling her evening, clearing her schedule. She took the scarf in her hands as I drove. "Where did you get this?"

"Take off your bra." Mom wore a brilliant white turtle neck, tight, snug about her body. Her tits looked huge, like mounds of ice cream or mountains in a topsy turvy world. We traveled several blocks before she pulled the shirt loose from her pants, reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She then did the 'take off the bra without taking off the shirt' trick and held it out to me. I tossed it into the back seat. "I know a place that is empty and I can get in. But I do not want you do know where you are. I am going to take you there and take you there." I pulled into a church parking lot. "Turn." I pulled her round so her back was to me. I rolled the scarf into a band and tied it snuggly around her eyes. "You are going to be fucked blindfolded." I said softly. 

I took a confusing path out of the mega-church's parking lot so she could not keep track of my direction and drove directly to the Honeywell residence. It was the house with the open garage door. I pulled inside and turned off the car. "Wait here, till I come get you. I need to make sure no one is home." 

I got out and hit the button to close the garage door. A car eased bye out on the street but I do not think they noticed or cared what was about to happen. I went up the steps to the kitchen door of the Honeywell house. It opened into the kitchen. It was around five and the sun was already fading, giving the place that brassy glint that late afternoon sun creates, tinting all the colors with shadows and shine. 

My first instinct was to call out but I had a feeling I knew where I would find the erstwhile Mrs. Honeywell. I walked through the kitchen and living room back through the house to the master bedroom, the door was ajar and a wavering golden light shone beyond the slit. I gently pushed open the door and my imagination meshed perfectly with reality. Alissa lay on her belly on the bed. Naked, with her hands shackled above her head. 

"Sonny? Is that you?" She whispered. She shifted so she could look over her shoulder at me, raising her bare ass a bit. 

My cock was already hard from having my mom give me her bra. This sight did nothing to reduce inflation. I knew what Alissa wanted. Beside the bed, on the nightstand was a smooth paddle. Beside it was a bottle which, as I approached the bed, I could see was lubricant. I smiled. I should go to Vegas. But this woman was in for a huge surprise. Maybe two. 

I bent over her chocolate body and kissed each cheek of her ass at the inflected curve. 

"Ohhhhh Sonny! I have thought of nothing but you since you took me last."

I stepped away from the bed and unbuttoned my shirt. 

Alissa lay her head on her upper arm and crossed her ankles. Her eyes watched me as I pulled the shirttails loose and shucked the shirt onto the floor. I unbuckled the belt, unfastened my pants and slowly drew my zipper down over the arch of my stiff prick, careful to keep my hands out of her line of sight. 

"Sonny? What are you doing? Why are you in my bedroom while I am naked like this?"

"I am going to give you something the like of which you have never seen." I muttered, peeling my tight jeans down my thighs. Once again, the fucking genius forgot his shoes and I had to stop and untie my running shoes to get them off. Weak ankles. Then I took off my jeans. I just needed practice and by far, this was the most fun sport I could practice. I just needed repetition to polish my performance. Alissa did not seem to mind watching.

When I got my pants off and only had my briefs on, I stopped and approached the woman. Her eyes were a bit below my arching cock but never left it. Close to her face, right at the edge of the bed, I pulled the briefs out and then slid them down over my cock, revealing head and shaft in a slow unveiling, rather like the fan dancer of legend. Oh, how times had changed. 

"Gawd, Sonny!" Alissa breathed. "I am so wet for you."

"I am going to tease you, Alissa. I will fuck you, but you have to promise me to be completely silent or I swear I will gag you."

My words registered and worked confusion into the expression of lust on her beautiful face. She lifted her head a little to look more fully at me. "What do you mean? Be quiet?"

I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, naked. I climbed onto the bed, planting my ass on her upper thighs and leaned forward to grasp the cuffs which hooked her to the bed. In that position, my cock fell neatly into the crack of her ass, snuggling into her cleft with loving memory. I glanced at the clock on the far side of the bed. I had time, but I needed to pace myself to make this all work right. 

I unhooked the first cuff and pulled it through the lattice of the headboard to the other hand and freed her. "Turn over."

"Why? What about . . .?" 

I kissed her on the lips to silence her. I did not want her demanding her fantasy. That is not how the best fantasies happen, by surprise and without expectation. They come to you, drifting out of the unseeable future like a single snow flake settling down onto your tongue the day before Christmas, an harbinger of a fulfilling fantasy. I had figured that out. Besides, what was about to happen to her was going to exceed her fantasy by several orders of magnitude . . . I hoped. 

"Turn over." She did so that I was sitting across her hips, my balls dangled onto her bare crotch and my steely cock bobbed over her belly button. She stared down at me. 

"Gawd but I want you right now." She hissed like it was an imprecation rather than a plea. 

I reshackled her arms and arranged the four pillows so she was sitting up with her arms comfortably shackled to the sides about even with her ears, forming comfortable L's. "Mrs. Honeywell, have you ever watched another woman be fucked?"

Alissa's eyes bulged and her mouth opened in surprise. She shook her head. 

"She is in the garage. In the car, and I am going to bring her in here and fuck her while you watch. She is blindfolded and will not know you are there unless you make a sound. Do you think you can keep quiet or do I need to gag you?"

For a few moments, Alissa merely stared at me. Then her risk assessment brain took over. "You cannot be serious! You cannot bring another woman here and fuck her. She'll know I am here."

"Not if you keep quiet." I responded. 

"It is too risky. What if she figures out where she is? What if she recognizes my house?"

"That will not matter, trust me. You will see but I think it will be much more enjoyable if you keep quiet and just watch. When I am done with her, I will take her away. I will come back and ask if you want her to watch while I give you what you want. If you do, I will and she will. If you don't, I will take her home and then return to finish with you. Will you be alone tonight? Do you have time?"

Alissa shifted around to get comfortable against the headboard and pillows. "Sam is away. But Sammy's class is over at 8." She smiled. "I have a business trip tomorrow and will be gone till Sunday. I thought I would be more focused if I . . . . " She stuttered to a stop. 

I smiled. "Had me?" I prompted.

"Got you out of my head, off my mind." She looked at me then, a nervous, oddly shy smile on her full lips. "If I got what I wanted," she whispered. 

I leaned over and kissed her. The urge to caress her body nearly unhinged me but I wanted her untouched till later, piqued with desire, anxious for what was coming. I wanted her ready for anything. She kissed me back with a surging passion. My cock pressed against her soft belly and bent between us. Her hands pulled at the shackles, making them clink on the metal. 

I broke the kiss and sat back. "I think you will enjoy this but you have to be quiet or, well, things might get complicated." Complicated in a good way, I hoped. 

Alissa's eyes got wide and she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh! I understand! This is that 'other woman'? You want to . . . are you going to show me off? Do you want her to watch us? To keep her from, a, from crowding you . . .?"

"You mean 'stalking me'? Sort of. You'll see. But you must keep quiet or you will lose the option to say 'no' and she will know you are here. That could ruin everything." I did not think so if I knew my own mother beyond just the Biblical way the Puritans referred to so quaintly. 

Alissa nodded, happy, proud and naked all at once. "I promise. I will be quiet. I promise." 

Then I did something that surprised even me. I parted Alissa's legs and entered her, pressing my cock into her sopping depths. She grunted in surprise as I bottomed out in her cunt and then sought to kiss me but I was already retreating. My cock popped free of her clasping cunt with a wet cluck and I was getting off the bed. Alissa's eyes were closed but her hips were pumping up and down on the bed. Not furiously but languorously, like she was savoring the moment just passed. I stood beside her and kissed her again. "Quiet, now, right?"




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 02



She nodded, only opening her eyes to look at me after her hips stopped moving. "Gawd, Sonny! I am so turned on! Did you see the . . . " 

I kissed her again. And then withdrew from the room, leaving the door ajar. The candles which lit the dim room flicked with my passing and the light heaved. I padded, naked through the Honeywell house to the kitchen. I guess I got over my reluctance to be naked in someone else's house. Sammy had a pair of flipflops by the door which I slipped on to go into the garage. My mother sat in the car, illuminated by the diffused light from the garage window but nothing else. I padded around and opened her door. 

"Sonny?" She asked, turning her head towards the sound. 

"Yes. This place is perfect for what I have in mind." 

"What took you so long?" She put out her hand and encountered my bare leg. "Oh. Oh!" She said and smiled. She moved a hand over towards my cock and I backed away. I was going to let her taste another woman on me but I realized soon enough that it would ruin the surprise. Surprises. All of them. I pulled away from her and helped her out of the car. I pressed her against the car and grabbed the red scarf from the seat. I wiped off my cock with it. 

"Come with me, Mom." I said softly. "Have you ever been fucked blind folded before?"

She shook her head. Her breast bobbed like billowing sails in a gusty wind under the tight, white sweater. I caressed them for a few moments then closed the car door and led her by the hand to the stairs. 

"Mom, we cannot use the bed or anything. I am going to do you on the floor of someone else's house. Suck me till I come, then get me hard again and I will fuck you. Okay?"

She was speechless, panting with anticipation but she nodded. 

I led her carefully through the house, down the hall to the door to Alissa's room. I pushed it open. Alissa sat on her bed, staring at me. I moved to the side and let the light from the candles and the dying day fall on my mother's face, watching Alissa. 

The black woman's face expanded with shock and something else which I chose to call lust but I could not be sure. She was naked on the bed, shackled so the gasp that cut the atmosphere was surely unintentional. 

"What was that?" Mom asked. 

I kicked the door. "Nothing. Come on." I maneuvered her into the room and closed the door, the 'clunk' echoed. Mrs. Honeywell sat completely still on the bed. I led my mother to the space between the bed and the vanity dresser and stopped her. The dresser had a small stool. I moved it away and then turned to my mother and kissed her. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed me back. Her body seemed alive with tension and arousal. Her hips slapped at me like lapping waves, easy, calm but insistent and constant. Her lips were soft and luxurious and the moment I felt them part and the tip of her tongue touch me, I lost track of where I was. One hand clinched her ass and I turned her so her back was to Alissa. My other hand ran under her white sweater and onto the cool skin of her back. 

Mom sighed into my mouth. I continued to kiss her, sucking at her lips and running my tongue against the roof her mouth. She grunted when I squeezed her ass cheek. I caressed her bare back inside the sweater till I broke the kiss. She was panting and I was breathless myself. I took hold of the sweater and pulled it up her body, hooking for a moment on her boobs before shifting it around them. Her arms extended up, giving me the pose I needed to remove it. I moved her around to face the bed and bent to kiss her right breast. She moaned as my lips feathered along the slope of the breast. I circled and then found her nipple and gently lapped at it with my tongue. 

"Oh Sonny! Oh gawd, Sonny, how you make me feel! Oh yes, suck it please, suck it!" 

I didn't. I moved to the other and repeated the performance. Mom's body swayed. I straightened and looked over at Alissa. She was staring at us, her hands completely limp in the shackles, her hips flexing up and down in a slow, measured rhythm. Her eyes met mine and she swallowed. I returned to my mother's tits, this time kneeling and kissing her tummy and up between them before finally tonguing her nipple again. Mom grunted and pressed her body at me but I moved to the other breast and immediately fastened my mouth over the nipple and sucked it hard. 

"Aaaaeeeeyaaahhh!" Mother cried. "Oh, Sonny!" 

I sucked her hard and she nearly fell. My hands were on her hips and I steadied her. Then I put my hands to her hips and pulled her pants down, a pair of purple sweat pants together with the panties underneath them. I pulled off her sneakers and socks. Then she was naked. I stood, still with the red scarf around my neck and moved behind Mom. I pulled her hands back and began to tie her wrists. 

"Sonny, what are you doing?"

"I am going to tie you up." I said. 

"Oh." She said. 

I had expected more reaction, more objection but she said nothing. I wound the soft cloth as I had done with Annie, around her wrists and forearms and tied it off below her elbows. I glanced behind me and saw the stool and my plans all changed. I moved close to my mother, hands on her hips and began to kiss her neck. 

She crooned. "Gawd, Sonny, I love it when you kiss my neck. I am so wet. I want you inside me immediately." She arched her back and her ass caressed my crotch and cock. We were both bare and my drizzling cock painted the cleft of her ass. She shuddered. I ran my hands around her and then clasped both breasts and she shuddered again, more intensely. 

On the bed Alissa's head was sagging but her eyes remained on us. Her hips continued to hump the dry air. She lay back on to the pillows and the bed creaked. She froze. 

Mom did not react except with a grunt when I pinched her nipples with both hands. Her head dropped back onto my shoulder, her fluid body coating me like paint. 

Alissa opened her legs wide and I could see the glistening film on her bare pussy. That pose, however, proved unsatisfying to her and she closed her legs and began to rub her thighs back and forth together, seeking some stimulation beyond what her eyes and ears afforded her. She lay back and watched as one of my hands eased across my mother's belly, down into the mound above her pussy till a finger grazed her clit. She yelped and jerked in my arms. I ran a finger up and down the lips of her pussy. She muttered in the daze which enveloped her, talking to her passion and bargaining with my teasing fingers. Her hands and arms were behind her, clinched between us but her ass continued to grind against me. 

I pulled away from her, leaving her writhing in the room's cooling air. For a moment I thought she would bend over right there and I would have to mount her. But slowly, carefully, she got to her knees, almost losing her balance a time or two. Then, she opened her mouth and became still. 

I moved close and pivoted her a little so Alissa would be able to watch my cock enter the open maw that would suck me. I was shivering with excitement. Alissa's eyes were glazed with arousal and she kept licking her lips while her thighs massaged her pussy. I took light hold of my cock and painted Mom's lower lip with it. She touched her tongue to the end and then flattened it and held still. I lay my cock on the tray of her tongue and her mouth closed. 

Alissa groaned on the bed but Mom groaned at the same time so she did not seem to notice. Mom sucked me into her mouth, pulling at my cock till it was half its length past her sealing lips. She laved my cock with her tongue and then pressed her head forward and my cock slipped all the way down her throat. My mother exhaled and pulled back, letting my cock free of her sucking mouth. She licked and kissed at it, careful not to lose contact. She did it all by feel and without hands while she teetered on her knees. I steadied her a time or two before bending a little to grasp one of her nipples and squeezed it hard. She sucked me fully into her mouth again and this time she blew through her nose and swallowed around the end of my cock lodged in her throat. 

On the bed, Alissa was motionless, staring with rapt attention and frozen delight. 

Mom began to furiously suck at my cock, blowing and inhaling through her nose as she sucked at me and then the orgasm flickered near me, a blinding crash which closed my eyes and then it flashed and I was coming. I gripped Mom's shoulders and pumped my cock into her mouth and throat. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, massaging my cock with her mouth and throat with such pleasure she must have extended my climax. Finally, the jerking in my body stalled and Mom relaxed her hold on my cock enough that I could pull free of her throat and mouth. I picked up her sweater and swiped her mouth and tits, removing the gobs of liquid that had bubbled around her lips and run down her chin. 

My mother sat back on her heels. Alissa was grunting on the bed and Mom was turning her head as though she were listening. I waved at Alissa but her eyes were closed. "Mom, that was great!" I said. I helped her to her feet. She swayed and pressed her boobs against me, sighing with the contact. "Now for something completely different!" I muttered. 

"Anything, Sonny. So long as you mount me soon. Gawd, I am gushing. I am going to stain the carpet."

"I doubt the owners will mind much. If they catch us, you have to fuck them all." 

Mom merely moaned at the thought as I turned her around and pressed her to her knees again. I pulled the vanity stool in front of her and tossed her sweater over it. "Lean over this, Mom. I have a surprise for you." She felt the square, four-legged stool with a plush cushion under her belly and bent over it. She found her balance and then lifted her ass. I think she anticipated something besides what was coming. I stepped to the nightstand and picked up the paddle. 

Alissa hissed on the bed, gasping and then sank back into the pillows, the chains clinking with her movement. 

"What was that?" Mother asked, turning her head. 

I stepped to her ass and brought the paddle down hard on one cheek. "Our audience." 

Mother shrieked, as much from surprise as pain. "What the hell, Sonny! What are you doing?"

I struck her again but this time she did not scream. I was gentler perhaps so all she did was grunt. "You remember I told you about fucking Mrs. Honeywell?" I struck my mother's ass again.

She hissed and then dropped her butt, laying fully on the stool now, her hands pulled up and out of the way at the small of her back. 

Alissa stared, her face a mask, so far beyond shock that it seemed to be pulled out of shape into something without expression, unresponsive but conveying her astonishment now repeated anew. She was far past her normal capacity for wonder, affected in another fashion beyond the sight of a man getting his cock sucked by his naked mother on her bedroom floor while she watched naked from her own bed. 

I struck my mother's ass again and this time she moaned. "Alissa told me something that fascinated me. She wanted me to spank her ass and then roll her onto her back and fuck her with her ass steaming hot from the spanking." I struck my mother's ass again, but harder. 

"I have never beaten a woman's ass. Or fucked her after she was spanked, for that matter. I thought I would do that for her. I wanted to practice on someone and Mother . . . . " I bent down and kissed her straining back, on the shoulder blade while caressing her breasts. " . . . I thought of you." I struck her again, very hard this time. 

Mother shook when the blow fell. The paddle made a satisfying 'thwack' on her ass, like the crack of a shot. "Mom, have you ever been spanked and then fucked?"

Mother shook her head. I struck her again. "Mother, have you ever been spanked and fucked?" I struck her again. 

"No. No. NO!" Mom cried. "I struck her again. "Oh, gawd no!" She screamed. Her body seemed to quiver and then her torso lifted and dropped and her hips hammered downwards. "Sonny, please touch me. Fuck me, Sonny! Oh gawd I never imagined!" 

I struck her ass again. "Neither," I struck her again. "Did," I struck her again. "I," I struck her again, harder each time. Then I dropped the paddle, got behind her, dividing her legs and pulled her ass higher. My cock found the gushing entrance to her pussy and I shoved into her, sinking a few inches before her spasming pussy stopped my descent into the depths of her pleasure.

"Gawd, gawd, gawd!" Mother chanted. "Come, come, cumminnnnnnggggg!" She shrieked. At the end of her chant, she gasped for air and I shoved forward, entering her tight, wet pussy further. Mom grunted and dropped her head and her body quaked, jerking and shivering, balanced precariously on the little vanity stool. "Oh fuck me, Sonny!" She entreated. "Jam your cock all the way into me. I want to feel your prick pierce my body!"

I pulled out, SOB that I am. 

"Oh gawd!" Alissa groaned from the bed. 

"What?" Mom said, trying to focus through the throes of ecstasy. 

I waved a hand at Alissa and moved away from my mother's parted thighs. I struck her ass an awkward blow and she merely grunted. "Oh gawd, your cunt is great. I am going to turn your ass red and then fuck you on the floor."

"Yes. Beat my ass red." She echoed airily, intoxicated by this encounter with the boundaries of her own sexual arousal. 

I struck her ass, very, very hard. My mother screamed a real scream of pain but laced around the 'yesssss' which was her intended meaning. "Mrs. Honeywell would like to try this." I struck my mother's ass with the paddle. "Do you think she would like it?" I moved the paddle to my other hand and struck her cheek with my open hand. The smack was different and my mother's ass rose with the impact. I left my hand on her skin, caressing her for a moment. I could see liquid flooding her thighs. 

"I, I, I . . . ." Mom grunted. She was lying full on her belly which made everything difficult including talking and breathing. 

I struck her ass with the paddle, then with the open hand. She groaned. 

"I think, I think she will, will love, love it!" Mom managed. 

I struck her with an open hand. Then again, once on each cheek. 

Mother grunted. 

"Oh Christ!" Alissa whispered. 

"Christ, oh Christ!" I echoed. I struck my mother with the paddle, once twice, three times on the same cheek and then equally in quick succession on the other cheek but not hard. Then as hard as I could with one hand on each cheek. 

"Aaaaiiiiiiiahhhhhaaayaaaahhh!" Mom screamed when my palm struck her ass. 

I massaged her flesh. It was warm but not hot. I glanced over at Alissa. She had her head back, eyes closed and her hips were flexing and her thighs clinching. Her lower lip was caught in her perfectly white teeth and she was making little grunting noises. I struck mom with the paddle hard several times till she began to wail. Then I danced over to Alissa and pinched her nipple till her eyes opened. Her eyes were glazed with lust. I put a finger to my lips and she simply shook her head. A sigh whistled past her lips but mom was still squealing. 

I returned to Mom's ass and beat her several more times till she was crying continuously. She either could not hear or did not understand that Alissa was grunting and whimpering on the bed. But while I beat my mother's ass, Alissa avidly watched, her head turned, eyes opened while her body twisted and twitched. 

I pulled my mother to her feet and she staggered. I unfastened her arms and pulled her down to the floor, first to her knees. I got behind her and entered her. She screamed but pressed her ass back against me, sheathing my cock in her pussy completely in a single stroke. Mom grunted and came as soon as I was securely socketed in her. A secure socket, the phrase suddenly had a whole new meaning for me. 

"Back. On my back." Mother muttered, her head down between her arms. I withdrew from her pussy. Her ass was shining scarlet, mottled and hot. I rolled her onto her back. She shrieked when her ass made contact with the carpet. I pulled her sweater from the stool and found her ass lifted above the floor so I easily slipped the sweater under her. I pushed her legs apart and she lost strength and her ass dropped, contacting the floor again. I mounted her then. 

My mother screamed the whole time my cock was sinking through her boiling flesh, pinning her burning ass to the floor. Once I was firmly seated in her cunt, she lifted her legs and locked her ankles around my waist and began to hump up at me, pistoning my cock in and out of her or body with incredible speed and skill from her position on her back. 

"My gawd!" Alissa said, staring down at us. 

I bent forward over my mother's body and began to kiss her breasts. I marked each one with a large bruise which made her roil through another orgasm. Mom seemed to be flowing with them, a river of pleasure, broken with rocks of climax which frothed the flow and made her shudder with pleasure. I found her lips and the kiss we shared stilled us both for a time. Balanced on my elbows, I kissed her tenderly while Alissa watched. Mother's legs remained up and her ass was slightly lifted off her sweater. When I realized she was sparing her ass, I lay down fully on her and clasped her ass in both hands and began to fuck her. 

Mom exploded. She screamed. She pleaded. She begged. She cursed. She came and came and came! Then finally, in the wash of her constant orgasm, I came also, filling her completely, pounding her pussy over and over again with load after load of my come. Then exhaustion took hold of me at the same time Mom relaxed. Her legs fell, her arms released me. I pulled out of her and rolled to the side. She pulled the blindfold back into place. 

"Gawd, Sonny! What you do to me!" She wheezed. "I do not know what to think. I never imagined . . . I never imagined!" 

I helped her to her feet and then walked her out of the room. Watching my cum ooze down her legs, watching the rolling of her hips made me want her again. My own mother! Very few guys are lucky enough to have a true MILF much less actually get to give her the fucking finger of fate like I just did. In the garage, I pushed her down onto the hood of our car and entered her again. She moaned as I pumped into her. After a couple minutes I pulled out. "I need to get our clothes. Stay here." I said.

"Like I could move." She responded. 

Certain things just catch the imagination and you pursue them till reality smacks you in the face or, or, or till something else replaces it. When I presented my well-coated cock to Alissa, she tasted it with just the tip of her tongue then closed her eyes and licked me clean. Then she sucked me into her mouth. She sucked me part way and then sucked hard, trying to satisfy the longing in her loins by proxy. She failed, released me and looked up at me. 

"Fuck me. Please Sonny, I need it. Now. Put your cock in me." 

"Do you want an audience?" The question was calculated to break the fuck trance which controlled her and it did, at least in part. 

"Please, enter me. Mount me, Sonny! She is your mother! That is your mother, you just fucked!" 

I glanced at the clock. Seven ten. I got between Alissa's legs and slipped my cock completely into her wanton, grunting body. 

Alissa sighed and started to lift her legs to lock me in place. 

I pulled back and out of her. "Mom is in the garage. Do you want an audience or not? If not, I have to go."

For a long minute, Alissa stared at me. "You fucker. What sort of situation is this? Audience and have your mother know I am a twisted, desperate woman fucking her son or wait here, shackled and hope you get back before my own son comes home and finds me this way? You are not going to release me in any case, are you?"




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 02



I smiled. "When does your plane leave?" 

"Nine tomorrow morning." Mrs. Honeywell said. 

I shrugged. "Before then. So? Decide."

Alissa's eyes left me and pointed into an unseen distance. "I want you to invite your mother to watch us. She already knows. About us, I mean. I want you to bring her in here and fuck me, hard."

"No. But eventually. I'll be right back. Eventually. If she wants to return or I will take her home if she is done. Either way, I will be back." I walked out to the garage. Mother lay placidly on the hood of our car. She turned her head towards me as I descended the stairs. I helped her to stand up. "Do you want to go now? Are you done or do you want to continue?"

Mom turned her blindfolded head several times, listening. "We were not alone in there, were we?" 

My mother was no fool. "No." I said. 

"So someone just watched you spank then fuck me, right."

"Right."

Mom nodded. "We must be at Honeywell's house. You said this was Alissa's idea."

She got all the clues just right. "Right. She is shackled to the bed. I need to get you home or we need to go fuck her right now."

"We?"

I removed Mom's blindfold. "We. I will fuck her. Well, I may have time to eat her first and then I will fuck her. Once I have filled her up, I want you to go down on her."

"Alissa? You think she will . . . ."

I walked towards the steps and went up a couple. "Coming? I am going to go give the poor woman some relief."

Mom nodded and followed. At the bedroom door I hesitated. Mom bumped pleasantly into me. I moved into the room, going immediately to the bed and bending to kiss Alissa on the mouth. She kissed me back, straining at the shackles. I backed away and got onto the bed. "I think you need some relief, Mrs. Honeywell." I began by kissing her neck and down to her breasts. I took each one in my mouth and sucked on the nipple and sucked lightly on it. 

Alissa groaned and arched her body at me, sliding and slumping down till her hands were suspended well above her head and she was prone on the bed. 

"Mrs. Honeywell, I understand you have been fucking my son." Mom said behind us. 

Alissa's head snapped up. I moved out of the way. Then I resumed kissing her body, sucking on the other nipple while she tried to talk.

"Hello, Cici. Oh, oh, ohhhhh." Alissa moaned as I sucked her breast into my mouth. "Yes, I am your son's woman. Aaahhhh." I kissed her other nipple again and this time I bit down on it and Alissa yelped, her whole body flinching, dislodging my cruel lips. 

"You just watched him fuck me." My mother asked.

"Yessssssss." Alissa moaned while I sucked at her breas. I released it and moved down her body. "I watched him spank your ass till it was bright red, too." Alissa said. 

"His cum is dribbling down my legs." Mom said. 

"Uuugggghhh." Alissa responded as my tongue swabbed her bare crotch. The knot of her clit scrapped along the surface of my tongue. I felt the earth move and looked up to see mom sliding onto the bed from the other side. She bent over and kissed Alissa on the lips, a light, gentle kiss. 

"Alissa, what are you going to do for me if I let my son fuck you?" Mom whispered, a stage whisper but still a whisper but one I could clearly hear. 

I moved to the chocolate and cherry pussy and ran my tongue down the center of her pink, protruding lips. Aliss'a whole body lurched. 

"Alissa! Alissa, look at me." Mom was proving a fun partner. 

"What?" Alissa almost shouted. 

I pressed my tongue against her lips and entered her as far as a tongue would go before curling it up towards the top of her entrance, searching for the g-spot.

"Alissa, what will you do for me, for us if Sonny fucks you?"

"Anything." Alissa said biting the word off just before screaming at the top of her voice when the very tippy tip of my probing tongue touched the rough skin of her tender g-spot. Then she was coming into my face. I had prepared, wrapping both arms around her thighs so I could ride the wild pussy with my mouth. I clamped down on her spasming cunt and sucked and she quaked, slamming up at me and trying to dislodge me from her tender, sensitive pussy. I sucked and Alissa climaxed, three times; each time her body arched and lifted my body and soul off the bed where her flesh shivered and quaked before dropping back to the bed. The first two times her ass merely bounced up again. With one hand I found her clit and twanged it with a thumb which might have helped. It did not distract her from her orgasmic trajectory. I was so proud I could hang on. I felt like a bronc buster walking away from the encounter with my cowboy hat still on. 

The third orgasm left Alissa sated and compliant. She lay still as I untangled from her heaving body and sat between her open legs. 

"Alissa?" My mother persisted. "You said anything but I cannot think you mean that. What would Sam think?"

Alissa's eyes were closed. "We are separated. He found a little white girl to fuck." She pulled at the cuffs and the chains rattled. "He packed to be gone a while when he left this time. We talked once but only agreed to take some time. He told me to get laid, said that was what he was going to do. I called Sonny." Alissa opened her eyes. 

My mother bent over her and kissed her on the mouth. The kiss became passionate; my mother put a hand on Alissa's breast and Alissa arched her torso into the contact. My mother broke the kiss. "Fuck her, Sonny." She was looking back at me. She bent and kissed Alissa's breast, pulling at the nipple with her teeth then went to the other and did it all again. Alissa made a choking noise deep in her chest and arched under the woman's attention. Alissa shivered with arousal, quivering as we touched her body. She pulled her legs up and parted them further, the invitation in the action as clear as pleading words could be. She opened her eyes and gazed down her voluptuous body at me. "Do as your mother says." She said to me.

I shuffled forward and hooked a finger into her pussy. With the other hand I positioned the cock head at her entrance and bore down. I glanced past my mother's naked back at the clock. Eight o'clock. I had to hurry. I had no more than 30 minutes. Sammy was a creature of habit. 

I plunged my cock into Alissa's pussy and its reaction changed my thinking considerably. I needed to stall and the way she was kneading my cock, I would come long before Sammy arrived to find his mother helplessly bound on her bed. 

Alissa grunted. Her ass punched up at me and my cock knifed into her furrow to the core of her quivering body. "Oh gawd!" She proclaimed. And then she screamed and her body jerked, the new cock-driven climax controlled her, possessing her body and soul for several minutes while I ploughed her relentlessly and steadily. Her head rolled and whipped about. When I rose up on my arms or sat back on my haunches, my own mother would swoop in and suck at Alissa's tits making the poor woman gasp in the middle of trying to catch her breath. I lay down on Alissa's body and grasping her ass, began to pound into her cunt with increasing ferocity and force. She responded, hunching up at me with remarkable synchronization so that we pounded together at once and pulled apart, titillating the tip of my cock with the rim of her trough for just a shuddering moment at the apex of each stroke before slicing into her convulsing pussy as our bodies slammed together again. We assaulted each other, toiling at our individual passion with complete devotion.

"Ohhhhh fuuuucccckkkk meeeeeeeeee!" Alissa sang as I pounded her. Her body flexed and arched and my climax erupted in me. I felt my mother's hand on my ass, fingering my ass hole again. If she pierced me this time, I thought my head would explode. My body was quaking and jerking as the climax rifled through me, rippling and twitching. Alissa lay beneath me panting and praying to Dionysius or Aphrodite or whoever could help her breathe. I rolled between her and Mom. Mom immediately descended and took my flagging cock into her mouth. She licked the effluvium from it and roused it when I thought it would dissipate completely but I could not get hard again right then. She abruptly pulled her mouth from my cock and climbed between Alissa's legs, pushing them roughly apart. 

I glanced at the clock. Eight forty. My how time flies when you are having fun!

"Mrs. Honeywell, my son has a fantasy. You have a fantasy. We think a trade is in order." Mom bent and ran her tongue up the cleft of Alissa's pussy. The black woman convulsed like she had touched a live wire. Her eyes flew open and her hands strained at the chains. When Mom's tongue left her flesh, Alissa's body relaxed. 

"A trade?" Alissa muttered. "It is hardly fair to negotiate when I am shackled by chains and lust. Can't we discuss this over wine after you eat me?"

Mom descended again but this time ran her tongue to the top and thence searched out and sucked on the poor woman's clit. Alissa screamed and her body bucked with passion, shaking as she came just a little. Mom released her and sat back again. My cock was fascinated but still seemed lethargic. 

"My son wants to make you airtight. You know, mouth, ass, cunt. You want to be spanked and fucked. I propose a trade. You make yourself available to be airtight and we will give you the beating of your life."

It was at that precise moment that I remembered that she had specifically asked for a belt. I rose from the bed and pulled my broad, black belt from the loops of my jeans. I doubled it and slapped it against my hand so hard it stung. "But no paddle, or at least, not just the paddle, Mrs. Honeywell." I muttered. Her eyes fixed on the belt. Alissa Honeywell shivered.

Mom lowered her mouth to the woman's cunt and began to feed. In moments, Alissa's ass was bounding about on the bed. Mom discovered the same thing I had and resorted to a similar tactic, wrapping her arms around Alissa's thighs. My mother proceeded to suck on Alissa's pussy, drawing out the elixir Alissa and I had mixed together there. Alissa grunted. 

"Airtight?" I prompted. 

"You and who else?" She said, trying to focus on the mouth at her cunt and talk at the same time. She looked at me without turning her head, pulling her eyes high in their sockets. 

At that moment, I heard the sound of the car arriving in the drive. I brought the belt down hard on my mother's ass and she raised her head and screamed. I moved to Alissa and kissed her. "I have to go to the car to get something. I'll be right back." 

I hoped neither woman had heard Sammy arrive. I got to the door before he did and opened it. His face was so comical when he saw me naked, I felt I might going to giggle myself to death. But I could not even crack a smile. Instead I put a finger to my lips. "Hush, little baby." I whispered. 

Sammy glared. "What the fuck, Sonny? What are you doing in my . . . . " He slapped his forehead. "Oh, duh!" He grinned. "I am not the brightest star in the firmament, am I?"

"Just the luckiest." I whispered. "Take off your shoes and be quiet. Go look in your mother's bedroom. I followed Sammy, several steps behind him. He crept back to the door and peered in. The look he gave me was priceless, like a Jewish-Protestant kid first realizing he gets two holidays!

"Holy fuck!" He mouthed, barely making a sound. "What should we do?"

"You should walk in there and fuck my mother. I have. Then fuck yours. I did. I'll be back in a minute." I was high. I scampered out to the garage and retrieved my phone from the car. I called Landon. "Buddy, tomorrow, ten o'clock. Sammy's house. Bring your cock and cancel the rest of the day."

"Tomorrow? I can't I have . . . "

"I do not care if you have a meeting with God, Landon. Ten tomorrow morning." I waited. 

After several beats, he said, "that soon." A statement.

"You said don't be slow."

"That is not slow, certainly. Do you want me to call the other guys?" 

"Sure. No need to call Sammy. Make sure everyone is here."

"I think maybe Brent has a big test tomorrow."

"No worries, tell him to come when he is done. He got the pussy the whole time last time. We are going to do the Annie but not with Annie."

Again, Landon hesitated. "Mrs. Honeywell?"

"Ten o'clock." I hung up.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, Sammy was fucking my mother. Mom was still wrapped around Alissa's legs and from time to time she would suck on Alissa's pussy but mostly she was chanting about the cock in her pussy. I arrived just about the time Sammy began to pick up speed, his tight black ass blurred as he pounded my mother. She laid her head on Alissa's thigh and held on till the man who was planted in her pussy orgasmed. Sammy wobbled and fell over onto the bed like a felled tree. 

Mom crouched between Alissa's legs for several minutes, resting or thinking. 

I walked into the room, still naked but aroused from watching my mother get fucked between a shackled woman's legs. I moved to the head of the bed. Sammy rolled to his side and looked up at me. I was so glad we had been naked with another woman before now. He did not look at me for long but resumed studying my mother and his, switching back and forth like he was looking out a train window on a foreign country, afraid he would miss something. I looked down at Alissa, shackled to her own bed. She looked back at me. 

"My son just mounted your mother." She said sotto voce. 

"I have a favor to ask of you." I said, equally softly. "You are going to be gone, right?" 

She nodded. 

"Do you mind if we have a party at your house tomorrow, during the day I mean. Just the five of us." I lay a hand on my mother's head, gently stroking her black hair now tousled over her face. She roused a little. "And my mother." I finished the thought. 

Mom roused more and sat up. "A party? I have to get to work tomorrow."

"Sick day, Mom. I am going to give you to my friends tomorrow." Now Sammy sat up, well, his eyes opened really. The rest of him remained in the lethargy of a post-orgasmic haze. 

Mom, surprisingly, nodded just a bit then actually sat on the side of the bed. I pointed at Sammy. "Take him over to the chair over there and suck his cock. His mother and I have some unfinished business and then we need to go home. The girls will worry."

My mother looked over at Sammy and then nodded, still not talking. She stood up, finding her sea legs or giving them back, maybe. She wavered and balanced like the ground was moving under her then tottered around the bed and rolled Sammy onto his back. She pulled her hair back and kissed him soundly. His cock jerked and began to rise. Mom released his lips and said, "Care to come sit in the cocksucking chair?" 

Sammy got up surprisingly slow; his cock beat him upright by several seconds. Mom took him by the hand and placed him in the chair on that side of the bed. He sat forward till she pushed him back into the chair. He understood and slouched. She parted his legs and eased into place between them, took hold of his cock and licked it, the cock so lately planted inside her hallowed grove. She licked and liked and then gradually fit her lips over the head of his cock and it began to disappear into her mouth. 

I finally broke my gaze to look down at Alissa. Her eyes were fixed on her naked son and his disappearing cock. I caressed her hair and after a few moments she looked up at me. "Don't worry, Alissa, your turn is coming. But now, we have some unfinished business." 

For a moment she did not seem to understand but then her eyes blinked and the light went on. She nodded, though it looked like she could not breathe. I unhooked her arms and she rubbed them then rearranged the bed and lay face down. She grasped the headboard again and I hooked her up again. She moaned as I kissed her bare shoulder. Her ass rose and fell a time or two and then she was still. 

I looked about the room for the belt and found it hanging on the foot of the bed. I picked it up and cracked it across my hand. Sammy's head came up. I stared hard at him for a moment and then turned my attention to his mother. "Say it, Alissa." I whispered. But she was too slow. I lifted my arm and the belt whistled through the air and cracked onto her raised ass. Alissa moaned and buried her head between her arms. The cuffs were not far apart but high enough to hold her arms up but left her elbows planted on the bed to cradle her face. I struck her ass again. 

"Hey Sonny, what the fuck?" Sammy grunted, trying to set up. Mom sucked hard on his cock just then and he groaned also. 

I ignored him. "Say it, Alissa." I whispered again. 

She lifted her head and turned to look over her shoulder at her son, or perhaps at the woman sucking his cock, I could not tell. "Sonny, whip my ass with the belt. Make me scream and then fuck me on my back. For that, you can have me as you like, as you said, give me to your friends as you wish. I agree." She turned and dropped her head back into place. The belt fell again and her ass pressed down onto the bed. 

Mom came off Sammy's cock. "A pillow." She said, panting, clearly out of breath. "Put . . . a . . . pillow under . . . neath her." Then she put her lips onto Sammy's cock and sucked him out of sight again. Sammy groaned again, the exact same sound and his head dropped. 

I retrieved a pillow from the pile beside Alissa and patted her ass. She grunted and lifted and I slipped it under her crotch, propping the cheeks of her ass higher than the rest of her body. When I struck her again, she moaned. The second time, her ass flinched downwards. The third time her head came up. She was panting, blowing her breath out in huge puffs. I struck her ass again and she mewed deep in her throat. I struck her ass again and she turned her head to look at me. 

"Fuck me." She breathed.

I struck her ass again. The flesh quivered and her legs went wide then back together.

"Touch me." She muttered.

I struck her ass again.

Alissa groaned loudly this time, so profoundly that Sammy raised his head but his eyes did not open. Mother's cheeks were dimpled and then she blew out and sucked down hard on the cock in her mouth again. I struck Alissa's ass hard, harder than before and she wiggled, twisting her body as though to avoid the next blow. I waited till she lay still and flat again and then I struck her again. 

"Eeeooooowwww!" She cried out. 

Sammy's eyes did open then. 

I moved to the head of the bed. "Get to your knees, Mrs. Honeywell."

Alissa lifted her head and looked through her tousled hair at me and then struggled to get to her knees. The belt descended and she wailed then for I put force and effort into it and the sound of the impact on her hips was loud and sharp. 

"Again." She grunted. "More." The words barely eased out of her throat, nearly sticking to her lips. Her hands clung to the metal lattice of the headboard. Her breasts hung below her body. I took the opportunity to pinch a nipple. I pinched it hard and then twisted it, harder. Alissa grunted and spread her legs wider. "Fuck me, oh please fuck me." She groaned. 

The belt whistled through the air and then again and again. I fell into a rhythm and soon Alissa Honeywell was yelping at it struck her, then crying out with each blow; 'yes' or 'more' or 'fuck' by turns. Mother rose up from her knees and sat back down on the cock which had been in her mouth, fitting it into her cunt and sinking down onto it without hesitation. Sammy struggled out of the slouch and held her hips but all she did was make little twisting motions while he dried to lift her but did not have enough leverage to accomplish it. Finally he put his hands on her breasts and twisted her nipples. Mom's head snapped back and cracked Sammy on the nose, not hard but enough to give him pause about making surprising moves in that position. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Airtight Training is over, Airtight MILF #1

Driving away from the Honeywell residence, I reflected on the successful sharing I had just experienced. Sammy was at that very moment lying naked with his mother in her bed doing god knows what. I felt curiously content but still tense, wound as though waiting for something to happen, which of course I was. I glanced at my mother. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" I asked. 

Mom folded the seat divider up and moved over to lay her head on my shoulder. "Tomorrow? What happens?"

"What do you want to happen, Mom?" I asked, driving. I felt her lift her head from my shoulder and look at me. 

"Sonny, our relationship has changed but it is because we added something to it. Now we are mother and son AND man and woman. You have been inside my body and I responded and accepted you and you just gave me to Sammy. Allow me to be a mother for a moment and tell you about what it means to be a man. Till now, you have been a sensitive boy, letting me, us, all the MILFs on your list fulfill their fantasies of being with a virile young man of infinite energy. They loved it. I loved it. But airtight is not a sensitive, romantic experience. I doubt any of us would volunteer that as something we want."

"What about fucking your sons?" I asked, perhaps speaking when I should have been quiet. 

Mother shifted and pressed her body against me. She had not put her bra on again so her wild breasts roiled inside the tight sweater, nuzzling against my arm. 

"Sonny, I do not know if every woman with a handsome son wonders what it would be like to fuck him. You could say only the repressed ones don't think about it. I did but dismissed it because I was your mother and I could not be both a woman and a mother, or so I thought. Now, well-fucked and about to be used tomorrow to fulfill your fantasies about me, I am discovering that, yes, I can be mother and woman. But not at once, not at the same time." She seemed to shake herself and peeled her body away from mine and sat against the door pulling her knees up and looking at me. 

I stopped at the red light and looked over at her. 

"Sonny, airtight is not romance. It is being used for pleasure. You understand this. You have been used by all of us, me included. We invited you by not denying you. We encouraged you by desiring you. We seduced you by accepting you. Where a contemporary . . . light." Mom pointed.

The traffic light had changed and I glanced in the review mirror to find traffic stacked behind me. If they only knew what was happening in my car, they would have waited with patience but only if they got the full story. I turned my eyes away from my disheveled mother and drove on towards home. 

Mother returned to her subject. "Where a girl of your age will need to put you off, to push you back to see if you keep trying, we did not. If we, any of the MILFs would have pushed you away, it would have shattered you and with you the moment and it never would have been repeated. You never would have approached any of us. But success breeds confidence and confidence ignores resistance. You succeeded because we all wanted it. That is the only explanation. Oh, you are handsome, sexy, attractive . . . all those things but you did not fuck five, six grown women because you were so overpowering. They, we wanted it. When I sat watching you take Laura, Mrs. Wills, I was enthralled by the scene of my son fucking a woman right before my eyes and though I thought about joining in, I did not want to change what was happening. When you found me with Georgia, all I wanted was for you to fuck us. The charade was over. When you told me about the MILF list and the goal of making it airtight, I confess I got excited. I wanted it. But Sonny, you need to understand that few women would ask for this. Few will look you in the eyes and request a cock in every hole. This is something the men do to her and she accepts it. It is that acceptance that is the core of her. You must realize something."

I stopped at the stop sign on our street and looked at her. 

"Airtight is about using us. You use us for your pleasure and the key to our pleasure is that we are being used. We want to be maneuvered around and entered, taken, fucked by you guys. But it is not about being polite or asking or trying to make us feel comfortable. There is nothing about having a man in your ass that is comfortable but it may be arousing. It is the desire to be had that arouses us. It is the feeling of the lust in you while you use us that arouses us. We are all mothers, women who have peaked sexually and are now running on fumes. We are at the end of our sexual excellence and we can see the end of our sexual youth, when it all changes to something different. It scares us. Many women simply cease being sexual just to avoid that fear. We are not that much different. But when five young men seek to take us, use us, we want nothing so much as to lay back and enjoy it but we do not want to be held to account for it. It is not a question of responsibility, it is a matter of being used, taken, possessed for the express purpose of fulfilling your pleasure. We want to be crazed for one last time in our lives. 

"The MILFs have had you. It is time for you to use us. Airtight is about using a woman. I want to be used. I want to be the object of your lust and to be the mode of your fulfillment." My mother hugged herself, bunching her breasts together between her own arms and she looked so sexy right then. My cock stirred and I felt it rouse. 

"Sonny, this is the last advice I will likely give you but if airtight is going to work with us, you need to be willing to use us. The amazing thing about the MILF list is that you have us all lined up and you are about to give us each something we would never dare take for ourselves." She hesitated. "I dare to speak for the others but I think this is true for them all. Taking us was your doing but giving them to their sons, that will be the key moment. What you just did for Alissa and Sammy had to be done before she could submit to the use airtight requires. I am thinking." 

Mom released herself and hunched down, bowing her head and her voice came out small and quiet. "Since you have already had me, I think, I want you to bring Laura. She is a natural submissive. I do not remember if I mentioned this to you before or hinted but she has a deep seated need to be used, more than other women, more than me. But she needs to be teased with humiliation and dismissal. She needs to be humiliated, nothing gross or truly demeaning. I think the dismissal of being a servant, of being expected to serve without concern for her pleasure would suffice. I want you to, I mean, I suggest that you bring her with you tomorrow and have her serve us, like a handmaid. You can have her clean up, have towels ready. Perhaps you can have her fluff the boys before they take me. Use her as a maid, a servant and then if you want to fuck her while I am being fucked, she will come and come and come."

My mother looked up at me. 

"And so will I." Her eyes did not blink. "While she watches, knowing she is there witnessing me being used, that is what I have always dreamed of." Mom closed her eyes. 

I nodded, swallowing, hard. Gawd but I wanted to fuck her right then. I think she wanted it too but we needed to get home and get to bed, for rest. I was scheduling an orgy for the first time and I figured I should be fresh and rested. I wondered if it would work. "Do you think she will do it?"

"Don't ask, tell her. With all of us, all the MILFs, it is time to be authoritative. But be clear, this is a fantasy and it will come to an end. Make sure you are clear about that with everyone. We are not agreeing to be your fuck dolls whenever you want. We cannot do that and it is unrealistic."

"Do you think we can go back to being normal?"

Mom shrugged. "I think after you have had us, then you will find girlfriends and go on with your lives. And when you need to have them and you are tired, you can think of the airtight MILFs in your past and you'll fuck her good!"

"Spank bank." I muttered.

"What?" 

"Spank bank. To inspire erectness in the cock when you are distracted."

"I think you all are too young to worry about being distracted. But someday you may be and I can be helpful then by being used now." She waved a hand. "Home, James."

I drove us home and we each went to our corners. I showered and lay down to sleep. It was eleven o'clock. I thought about what mom said. I wondered what would happen if I called Mrs. Wills and Chris answered, or Jeb. If Jeb answered I would ask for Chris. I dialed.

"Hello?" Mrs. Wills answered immediately. 

My heart pounded in my ears. Be the man, Mom had said. Use us. "Laura. I need you tomorrow."

Silence.

"Call me when Chris leaves. We are going to fuck mom tomorrow and I want you to help."

"I have a maid's uniform." She said. 

I almost laughed, both from delight and from relief. "Yes, wear that. Is Jeb in town this week?"

Silence. For several long moments. Her hesitation concerned me. "No." She said. 

"Bring towels and wash clothes. We will pick you up about nine."

"But what if Chris is not gone yet?"

I mentally shrugged. All the guys were going to have to get used to the idea that their mothers will be used. "Right. Well, too bad."

"So I do not have to call you?"

A light went on. Submissive. Submissive means taking instructions. I also heard the tight tremor in her voice. "No. But Laura, you should not wear panties. Do you have garters?"

Silence. "No. I am sorry." 

"No panties. Nine tomorrow." I hung up. I felt the change. Mom's words were sinking in. For a moment I thought I was going to be awake all night thinking about what was coming but I lay down and then it was morning and I heard the girls chattering. I heard Tawny asking if I didn't have classes but Mom answered that I was skipping today. No explanation. The racket died down and I got up. 

Mother was in the kitchen. It was eight o'clock. The house was quiet. She wore her house coat, a satin, pink thing with frayed edges. I was hard. She watched me approach. I took her in my arms and kissed her on the lips, a hard, insistent kiss. I squeezed her ass with my hands, pulling her robe up till I could feel her tights and ass. She was bare underneath. I broke the kiss, turned her and entered her a small bit, she was wet enough to accept me but still tight. She grunted and I pulled back out. I ran my hands up the front of her body, inside the robe to her breasts. I kneaded them and she slumped back against me. Her head turned and I kissed the corner of her mouth but we could not connect. I bent her again and flipped the robe up over her back. I spread her cheeks and entered her again. 

"Oh gawd, Sonny!" She moaned. 

I pumped her a few more times and pulled out. "Come with me." She stumbled along behind me, mounting the steps with increasing ease, walking almost normally when we arrived at the door to her room. I pushed the door open and she walked around me to the bed. "No." I said. "Later. The closet." 

We entered her stuffed walk-in closet. "What is the sexiest thing you own? That can be ruined today," I added, knowing that damaging a three-hundred dollar 'little black dress' which I knew she owned made no sense. We searched around for twenty minutes, with her trying various things on. She did not become depressed with the variety of sex things which simply did not fit comfortably any longer which impressed me. 

Finally we found a pleated black skirt which was made for a woman with straighter hips. It hung on her but covered her thighs to only about four inches below her pussy because so much was required to drape over the shelf of her ass and hips below her small waist. It accented her hips and ass. She found a sweater which was tighter than comfortable but had a seam in front running down between her breasts with several buttons. It was white. With her black hair it was perfect. She did not button the split and her breasts showed full and plush against the brilliant white of the sweater. We decided on a bra which was clearly too small, nearly a half-bra but still covering her engorged nipples. I had her pull on a pair of panties because I could smell her arousal so clearly. 

It was eight-forty-five. We drove to the Wills house. I pulled up into the drive and called Laura. She answered but did not speak. "Come get into the car. Wear a coat." I said. She hung up without a word. 

Next door, at the Kingston house, Mrs. Kingston appeared, stepping out into the chill morning in a very revealing nightgown. Her breasts were clearly visible. She stared at us and then disappeared back into the house. 

"What was that about?" Mom asked, pulling her eyes away from the Chinese woman. "Did you get things settled with her? Is she a problem?"

I shook my head. "Annie has proven most helpful." I said. "I will tell you about her sometime."

Mrs. Wills appeared, wearing a long, gray coat. I saw Chris open the door, staring out at me. I waved but he seemed embarrassed, pulled his head back inside and the door closed. I smiled to myself. Laura got into the back seat without a word and slammed the door. I drove us to the Honeywell house. I called Sammy and he had the garage door open and I pulled our car inside. He closed the door beside us and went up into the house before we got out. The door went shut, closing out the brilliance of the day, leaving only the gray light filtered through the dirty window. I got out of the car. Neither woman moved. 

I walked around to the passenger's side and opened the door. I helped mom out. I walked her to the steps and looked back at Laura. She understood and got out herself and closed Mom's door. When we got into the kitchen, Sammy was leaning on the kitchen counter sipping a cup of coffee. 

"Mother, suck Sammy's cock for him, while we talk." 

Sammy nearly choked. Coffee dribbled down his shin. 

I looked at Laura and she moved, abashed at being noticed. She picked up a dish cloth and wiped Sammy's chin and took the cup from him. Then she moved away. She still wore her gray London Fog but it did not hide her glittering black high heels. 

Mom got to her knees, pulled Sammy's sweat pants down to reveal his stiffening cock. She licked and kissed it and then sucked the end into her mouth. 

Sammy groaned. 

Mom took him deeper, sucking his cock down into the core of her throat and then pulling back. 

Sammy looked at me. "I." He said. "I," he started again. "I thought it was only . . . your . . . ahhhh . . . mom." He stuttered it out.

"I got to thinking. We need someone to clean up. Laura will do that for us." I looked at her. "Did you bring towels?"

Mrs. Wills looked like I had struck her. Her eyes welled. 

Sammy groaned. 

I tapped mom on the shoulder. "No coming yet." She pulled off and stared at the cock before her. Sammy patted her head and moved away from her, pulling his sweats back into place but they tented and he looked ridiculous. 

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. 

"We have plenty of towels. I'll get them." Sammy said.

"No. Tell the maid where to find them and she can get them out." 

Sammy did and when Laura was gone, he looked at my mother sitting on her heels in the middle of his kitchen. "We are really going to do it?"

"After last night, how can you even ask? What happened after we left? No, don't tell me. We need to decide where this is going to happen. Should we use the front room or your mom's bedroom?"

"Geez, I had not thought about that. We did change the sheets on the bed though. Everything is clean." Sammy said. 

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them over my hard cock. "Mom." I said. 

She looked around at me and watched as I unpeeled my cock. She crawled over to me and wrapped a hand around it and pulled it down level with her lips. She kissed the end, licked it and then sucked the head into her mouth. 

I laid a hand on her head and held her gently back so she would not deep throat me. I did not want come now and would if she enveloped me like she had Sammy. 

He was watching and after mom began to casually suck on my cock, he looked up at me. "I think the bedroom. But strip her in the living room. Then she can suck us there and then move back to the bed where we . . . " He stopped. 

". . . fuck her." I finished for him.

Sammy nodded. "Yeah, where we fuck her." 

I tapped mom on the head. "Go lie down and relax. We'll come get you when we are ready. 

She released my cock and struggled to her feet. Her eyes blazed but she said nothing. She turned but I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back against my bare cock. Instinctively she reached behind her and took hold of it. Then she pressed her ass back against me and sighed. 

I put my face beside her ear and whispered. "My beautiful mother, today I am going to give your body to my friends to use as we wish. Before we do, you will declare to us all your desire to be used as we see fit. You will give us your permission . . . " she shook her head. "No, you are right, you will request that we use you." Again she shook her head, still being Mom. "Okay, then what?"

She turned and kissed me passionately. "Just take me. Show them I am ready to be used." She whispered and then she left us. 

Sammy was staring. "Cheese and crackers, Sonny. What was that about?" 

Laura appeared with her arms full of towels et. Al. "Laura, take those to the bedroom, where Mom is. Make sure she is wet but Laura, she better not orgasm or it will not go well for you." She nodded soberly and left us. I looked at Sammy. "Your mom is not the only woman who likes to be spanked but I think Mrs. Wills wants to be punished, not hurt. Your mom likes the pain, the fire in her ass. Mrs. Wills want to be ignored so that when she is finally taken, the contrast will rip through her and give her a deep climax." I shrugged. "Just a theory."

Sammy nodded mutely, his brown eyes were wide. Then he grinned. "Why is Mrs. Wills here?"

"I told you. She is the maid. She will clean up after us. Keep Mom tidy and neat while we fuck her. We are not barbarians after all. Aw, crap. I was going to do something. Come on, I want you to watch this." I went back to the bedroom and found Laura standing at the door staring up the body of my mother lying on the bed. Mom's legs were open and she was caressing her pussy very slowly and gently. 

"Put the towels there, Laura." I said softly. 

Mom's hand quit moving but she did not respond otherwise to our arrival. 

Laura placed the towels on the dresser which had been cleared, presumably in anticipation of our arrival. She turned and looked at me. 

"Lift your dress, Mrs. Wills." I used that address to emphasize her situation. 

Her cheeks flushed and she put her hands to the lapels of her coat and slowly pulled it away from her shoulders. She took it off and laid it on the straight backed chair at the end of the dresser. 

Mom's head lifted and she gazed down the topography of her body at us. 

I moved to Laura and Sammy stepped into the room.

"Lift your dress, Laura." I said. 

Her flush deepened. She glanced past me at Sammy and then over at mother who was watching us. Mrs. Wills dropped her eyes and grasped the hem of the little black skirt she wore. "I lied." She said. "I do have garters." The hem of the dress rose, proving her statement. She stood there with her skirt raised above her waist and then raised her eyes to meet mine. 

Her actions were so . . . so . . . alluring, I did not know whether to spank her for lying to me or fuck her. So I did both. I took her by the shoulders, turned her to face the dresser and bent her. She dropped the skirt and placed her hands on the dresser. I lifted the skirt myself and ran a finger down the crevice of her tight little ass, down between her legs to her pussy which I found sopping wet. Then I struck her right cheek with that hand, hard. I spanked her other cheek equally hard. Then I opened my pants, took out my cock and entered her, shoving against her resistance till her pussy blossomed and I fell to the bottom of her cavern, planted like a flag on a new continent, claiming it for the King. It is good to be King! 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 03



Laura whimpered and shivered. 

I pulled out of her body and she whimpered again. "Laura, you cannot come today. If you come, you go back home and I will not let you serve any more, or again, when we have anyone else, when we do the Annie to anyone else." 

"No. No, please." She whispered. "I want to, to, serve you. Everyone." 

"No orgasm. No climax. No cumming. Do you understand." 

Mrs. Wills nodded. 

"Now make sure my mother is aroused and wet but do not remove her clothing. I am shutting the door and we'll come get her. If she is not wet when I return, you go home. Understand?"

"Yes, Sonny." Laura Wills whispered, still bent over the dresser, her ass glistening with the smears of moisture. 

"If you are good today, I will use you again the next time."

I left the room, closing the door behind us and went back to the kitchen. I fixed a cup of tea. 

Sammy was staring at me. "What has gotten into you?"

I shrugged. "What do you mean?"

"You are acting all, all, all Landon and shit!"

I shrugged. "Mom pointed out to me that airtight is not a variation on dating. It is a mode of treatment; it is pleasure by combining our use of the with their acceptance of us. They want it. We want it but someone has to go first. That is me. I made all the MILFs, I need to direct them to our goal of airtight."

"I thought you said you were going to let things develop?"

"I was wrong. I am acting like Brent now but I will not overdo it or get bent if we break with the plan."

Sammy nodded. "Right. He hates to have a plan and not follow it to the letter. He is a little . . ." Sammy stopped talking and grinned. 

I grinned as well, "Anal?" I said.

Sammy half-laughed then said, "Oh shit, who is going to take him in the ass?" 

I nodded, thinking about that but the doorbell rang. I glanced at the stove clock. Ten exactly. "So? Did you do anything with your mom last night?" I sipped from my tea cup.

The doorbell chimed again. 

"Shouldn't we answer the door?"

I sipped again. "Let them wait for a moment. Anticipation can be very exciting. So? What did you do?"

Sammy glanced worriedly towards the front door.

"What? Do you think they are going to leave? Let them wait." I said. 

Sammy smiled then. "I slept with her. We fucked after you left. My gawd she was so turned on. I thought she would never run down." He rubbed his cock. "I entered her this morning but left her panting. I did not want to come up empty today. Of all days!" 

"She loves to be eaten, Sammy. When she gets home, take her to the shower and eat her there." I shoved off the counter, set down the tea and went to the front door. I opened it. 

"Why is Mrs. Wills here?" Landon asked immediately. 

"Good morning. Right on time." 

"Well?" 

"Are you coming in or not?" I said, starting to close the door but Landon put a hand out and stopped me. I stepped back and they trooped into the house. 

"I would not fuck with Sonny today, Landon. He has it going on!" Sammy said with a chortle in his voice. 

I grunted and walked into the living room and sat down. The other guys followed but stood around staring at me. 

"What the fuck, Sonny?" Landon said. "You said ten o'clock. It's ten o'clock." 

I just stared at them. The effect was comical but I was silent mostly because I could not think of anything to say. They all stared at me but when I did not look away, they got nervous and started glancing at each other and shifting their feet. "Are you going to sit down?" I asked finally.

They all looked abashed, including Sammy who knew what was in the bedroom waiting for them. They all found a place to sit. 

"Sammy and I fucked Mrs. Honeywell and my mother last night." I said. "Mom and I discussed this and agreed. This is an event, like going to Disneyland. We are not going to live here. If you are confused about this, we need to get that clarified. We are not trying to turn our mothers into sex slaves."

"Why not?" Chris asked. 

That stumped me. "Well, ahhh, okay, I don't know the answer to that. I guess what I mean is that I am going to make it clear to each MILF that they are an occasion, an event, perhaps like a sexual holiday. They need to know that we are going to give them something we all want and then they can go back to being mothers. If you want to persist, that is up to you. But I am not going to try to be involved. My charge from this august body is to get us all into those august bodies. Once we are airtight all round, then you guys, and when and why and how you fuck is none of my business and none of your business. Oh fuck it. My point is this. We have to tell the MILFs that they are fucking for now but it does not mean we own their pussies. Right?"

"No." Landon shook his head. "Whatever happens afterwards, we should give them the impression that we are owning them. Now. What we do not do is leave any confusion about that." He looked at me. "You are not giving them the idea that we are just fooling around with them, right? We are actually going to Annie them, right?"

"No doubt about that, Landon. We were one cock short of doing the Annie with Mrs. Duncan and Mom." Sammy said. "Trust me, the MILFs are going to be airtight if we stick with Sonny." He nodded then. 

"Fuck it." I said, realizing finally that trying to organize and orgy was stupid. I stood up. "Stay here." I walked out of the living room back to Mrs. Honeywell's bedroom and opened the door. 

"Oh, ohhhh fuck!" Mom was panting on the bed. 

I walked around beside her where Laura was laying between her legs. Laura had Mom's panties pulled partway down Mom's hips and was blowing in the clit while stroking Mom's pussy lips. My mother was clearly wet, through and through. 

"Enough. Laura, get her up and take her out to the living room. Stand her in the middle of the room and wait for me. Mom?" 

Mom opened her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, Sonny?" 

There was that luscious phrase again. "Go out to the living room and wait for me." 

They got off the bed and left the bedroom. I began to undress. She was my mother, I needed to lead the way. Perhaps I would lead the way with them all. 

When I was naked I walked down the dim hall towards the living room. My mother was standing in the midst of the four males who were staring at her. She looked a bit frightened, a little aroused and a lot uneasy. Landon sat in the lazy-boy and Sammy on the love seat. The couch where Chris and Brent sat faced into the room with the back to the hall. Laura Wills stood near the TV. 

No one made a sound. 

"Mrs. Wills." I spoke from behind the couch. Everyone looked at me and saw me, naked, erect and quivering with adrenalin. "Come here, please." 

Laura walked over to me. 

"Lift your skirt, please." She did. "Mrs. Wills has graciously agreed to help us today. She will serve as the maid, keeping us and Mom clean. As you can see, she is naked under this fetching black skirt. You can enter her as you like but she cannot come today. This day is for my dear, beautiful mother." Mom smiled despite her unease. "Laura will suck you or fuck you as you like but do not come in her or make her come. If you do, she will have to go home. This is Mrs. Duncan's day." I felt a little foolish but using her married name was going to match how the other guys would think of her. "Is everyone okay with that?"

"Why her?" Landon asked, but he was looking at Chris who had his head down. 

"Mrs. Wills, bend over the couch please." She did without lowering her skirt. "Spread your legs." She did. "I am going to fuck you now."

"Yes, please." She said, still holding the skirt above her waist. 

I grasped her hips with one hand and directed my cock between her legs. She grunted and bent further, arching her back and pressing her ass at me. My cock head found her entrance and slipped inside of her. She was slick and hot and wet and seemed to suck me into her body. I shoved hard into her and she groaned and dropped her head. Her blond hair obscured her face. "Mrs. Wills is a submissive and she is wet right now because she knows, she is going to be close to the most intense sex she has ever witnessed but she will not come, not till we are all sated." I punched my ass at her and pulled free of her grasping, clasping pussy. "Go to the bedroom and wait for us, Laura."

"Yes, Sonny." She said, dropped her skirt, straightened and walked away from us. 

I walked to the center of the room. "Mother, if you please, clean me off." My delightful mother did not hesitate but got to her knees and began to clean Laura Wills off my cock. "Gentlemen, this is my mother. When she is done cleaning my cock, we are going to undress her and then I am going to fuck her. Then we will take her back to the bedroom and she will suck the lot of you, fuck the lot of you and then we will join her together to the fellowship of airtight MILFs." Mother sucked my cock into her mouth and took me completely into her throat, gulping me like I was ambrosia. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of my mother's mouth on my cock. I felt her swaying breasts, sheathed in the soft cashmere sweater brushing my legs as she sucked my cock. "She is a cocksucker and I am a motherfucker." I pulled her up to her feet. "Please, undress her." 

I stepped away from the woman and watched as the guys all stood, as though on cue, rising at the same time. Sammy approached her, pulled her sweater up to her breasts and then over them. She wore a flimsy bra, sheer, giving form but hiding nothing. She lifted her arms and Sammy pulled the sweater over her head and off her arms. He stepped back taking the sweater back to his seat as though it was a trophy. The other three guys glanced at each other and Chris stepped in behind her and unhooked her bra. He kissed her lightly on the side of the neck.

Mom sighed and shifted to face him but he held her shoulders, pulled the bra straps down her arms and she let it drop down and off. Chris moved his hands under her arms and cupped her breasts and kneaded them for a few moments. Then he stepped away, picking up her bra as moved away. He came over to stand beside me. 

We watched Brent puzzle over the pleated black skirt. Chris leaned close and whispered, "When do I get to fuck mom?" His voice quivered. 

"Yours or mine?" I asked, just to torture him. I knew what he meant. I glanced over and grinned a little when his eyes met mine. "Getting impatient?" 

"Seeing you do that to her, yes. Gawd I thought my head was going to explode!" 

"Which one?" 

Brent mastered the mystery of the skirt and it dropped to the floor. Mother watched as he slid both hands down one of her legs and carefully lifted one foot then the other to free her skirt. She wore stockings, thigh highs with a pair of sheer white panties which clearly displayed her pussy and luminous skin. Mom's eyes were closed and she had her hands on his shoulders for balance. Brent leaned in and kissed her above the stockings while stroking the cheeks of her ass. He rose and carried the skirt away. 

"Really, Sonny. When?"

"Chris, your mother is a submissive woman. If you tried to take her tonight, she would not resist you, I do not think. But I want her to serve us with each of the other MILFs, just like she is now. The anticipation will make her crazy. When it is finally her turn, she will be crazy with lust. She wants that. She wants to feel the longing, the desire, the need and have it delayed, dangled before her, displayed, demonstrated, offered then jerked away before she is satisfied."

"But you might fuck her any time." 

"So might you." 

Landon approached my mother. He caressed her boobs, thumbing her nipples. Mom bit her lower lip. When he ran a hand down between her proud breasts, down across the flowing plain of her tummy and over the panty sheen at her waist and thence between her legs, she grunted and flexed her hips, pressing her cunt against Landon's hand. 

"But you want me to wait?" Chris said, watching my mother respond to Landon's touch. 

"I do. You will fuck my mother, Mrs. Honeywell . . . "

"I know but, well, since I was or am going to be last to fuck my mother, wondered if I could be the one to . . . to . . . do what Annie asked. You know, fulfill your part of the bargain you made with her."

Landon took both of my mother's breasts in his hands and kneaded them for a few moments, ending with each nipple pinched between his thumb and fingers. She winced as he pulled at the tips of her breasts. He dropped his hands to her waist, hooked thumbs into her panties and slowly pulled them down over her wide hips. She shuddered as the tight band scraped over the broad, bare crotch. 

"You want to fuck Annie?" I asked. 

"Just while I am waiting, you know, to . . . to . . . do mom." He finished, gulping. He seemed apologetic. 

As I thought about it, it seemed fair. Someone had to go last but taking on Annie was a worthwhile endeavor. "Sure. Sid leaves Sunday." I cursed. I had not asked and Annie had not said when he was returning, how long he would be gone. I walked purposefully back to the master bedroom. I found Laura sitting on the vanity stool. She stood as soon as the door opened. "Call Annie and find out when Sid is going to be back or how long he is going to be gone." I closed the door and returned to the living room to find Landon licking my mother's bare pussy, her panties around her ankles and his hands clasping her ass. Mom was shuddering, her lips open and she panted, licking her lips, her eyes closed. Her hips began to move, slightly, pressing her cunt against Landon's face as he licked her, pressing for more pressure, pressing for a piercing tongue. 

"Hi Sonny." Sammy said, eyes shifting back and forth between me and my nearly naked mother. 

Landon pulled back and looked over at me with a curious mixture of guilt and defiance on his face. He removed her panties and returned to his chair. I walked to my mother. I bent and kissed her nipples, great, inverted nipples which nestled in the midst of large round aureoles, bumps of flesh which swelled as I kissed them. Mom moaned. 

I stood up. "On your knees, Mom. All fours. Time to be fucked doggie style." 

My mother got to her knees and spread her knees, arched her back and rocked her ass high, splitting her cheeks till her pussy appeared. I knelt between her calves and stroked her pussy with one hand. She grunted when my finger entered her. 

"Oh gawd, Sonny!" She hissed. "Put it into me. Mount me, son." 

"Geezus." Brent said. 

I entered her, slipping the head of my cock gently inside her pussy. She pressed back, sheathing me deeper. I grabbed her hips and yanked her back hard onto my cock. She squealed and then shrieked as I began to pound into her, hard and fast. She came with a wail and dropped to her elbows. I pulled free of her weeping cunt. 

For a few minutes we watched in silence while the waves of climax rippled through her body. Finally, she rolled to her back. "Who's next." She sighed. 

"I want her on the bed." Chris said softly. He got up and stripped off his shirt and kicked away his shoes. Mom watched him pull down his pants and briefs. He looked at me, naked and erect, his cock was hard and pointing directly at my naked mother. 

I nodded and helped Mom to her feet. She brushed past me, and walked back to the bedroom. I stood still, waiting. Everyone else followed. I was last into the room. Christ was standing beside the bed while my mother settled down on her back in the middle. +

She reached out a hand and Chris took it. She pulled him to his knees on the bed and maneuvered him between her legs. "Chris, will you fuck me? I want you to mount me, put your cock in me and fuck me!" She whispered. One of her hands closed around his cock and guided it to the entrance of her snatch. Then her hands went to his hips and pulled him into her, tipping him over like a landslide. Chris fell to his hands. Mom wrapped her legs around his waist and clinched him firmly into her body. She moved her hands to his face and pulled him down. "Kiss me, Chris. Then fuck me." His mouth covered hers and they kissed. For a few moments it was tentative, gentle and then it became probing and insistent. Chris felt her kissing him. He broke free.

"Oh gawd, Mrs. Duncan. You feel unbelievable! I cannot believe I am inside you!" 

"Fuck me, Chris. Pull it out and slam it into me hard." Mom said, still whispering. 

Chris, instead, bowed his back and began to lick her breasts, first one then the other. When he stopped licking and began to suck on it hard, Mom's hips hammered up at him and her body arched. She squealed as the rough tongue rasped on her nipples. 

I glanced at Laura. She was standing with a hand on the vanity table, staring at her son while he fucked my mother. 

"Laura." I said softly as Chris picked up speed, pounding my mother's pussy with force and power. "Laura!" I said more insistently. 

She looked back at me. 

I gestured for her to come and she did. I slipped an arm around her waist. "Your son is fucking my mother." I whispered into her ear, then I licked and kissed her ear. Chris moved his hands down to Mom's ass and pulled her up to meet his downwards strokes. Mom planted her feet and began to lever her body up, taking Chris' cock deep into her each time. "Suck my cock, Mrs. Wills." I whispered. 

She turned away from the scene of her naked son, agog and staring at me. 

I stroked her blond hair, brushing it away from her shoulders. The maid's outfit was perfect, tight below her breasts but bunching them into cleavage. "Chris is not going to fuck you today, Laura. Eventually, once you show you can serve us well. Eventually, we will all fuck you. I promise. But now, suck my cock." I pushed at her shoulders and she knelt, disappointment written on her face like a proclamation. She looked once over her shoulder as Mom began to scream and Chris abruptly pulled out of her. He rolled away from her heaving body, panting and cursing. Laura licked at the moisture swathed on my cock and then kissed the head. She sucked at the head and licked the shaft till it was clean and then sucked me deeply into her mouth. I grasped her head and pulled her back. "Did you talk to Annie?" I asked. 

Laura tried to nod but then said, "Yes" when my hands did not allow the movement. Chris tottered off the bed to the easy chair and sat down. No one else moved. My mother was writhing on the bed, close to an orgasm but robbed by Chris' departure. His cock was red and streaked with glistening moisture. "Yes. Sid will be gone three week, she thinks." I pushed her head back onto my cock. She gagged a little at the suddenness of the intrusion, adjusted and then sucked me deep. 

"Chris!" I gestured. He stood up and staggered over to me. Everyone was now watching Laura suck my cock. She felt the attention while at the same time, aware that her naked son stood over her, watching her perform fellatio on his best friend. I felt a tremor quiver through Laura's body. "Chris, Sid will be gone after Sunday, likely for three weeks or so. Pick a day and rape Mrs. Kingston. Call me to see if she will be home or just watch and get her some night. Do not wait too long. Someone else may want a shot at her." Laura sucked hard on my cock and I pulled her off. "Laura, go undress someone. My mother needs more cock."

She pulled off my cock and stood, looked about the room in a dazed fashion, adjusted the bodice of the maid's uniform and went to Landon. She pulled his tee up and off his torso. She unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. She shucked them down. 

Mom quit her thrashing on the bed and turned partly onto her side to watch Mrs. Will strip Landon.

Mrs. Wills took off Landon's shoes and socks then removed his jeans. She sat on her heels for a moment, staring at his hard cock bowed up in his white jockeys. She stroked it with her hand. Landon groaned and his hand went to her head. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 03



"Laura." I said. 

She started, jolted from her reverie. She skinned his jockeys down his thighs. Landon's cock flopped forward, its angry blue vein clearly visible. It seemed to pulse though likely it merely bobbed before her goggling eyes. Laura pulled at the jockeys, down to his knees, down his calves and then removed them a foot at a time. Landon stroked her face and walked over to the bed where Mom lay panting and staring. 

Mom reached out a hand as she had to Chris. Landon took it and she pulled him to his knees on the bed. He crawled between her legs and put his cock to her pussy. "Mrs. Duncan, I want to fuck you. My gawd you are so beautiful and sexy. You do not know how often I have dreamed of this moment." He glanced around at the rest of us. "But there was no one watching." He grinned.

"I like having my son watch me fuck you, Landon. We have nothing to hide from him. You saw him take me. I cannot tell you what it is like to feel his cock slipping into me while . . . ugggghhhh!" 

Landon slipped his cock into my mother. She grunted and pulled her ass lower, seeking to escape the invasion then surged upward, taking more of him into her body. Landon bent over her breasts then looked at me. 

"Laura. Clean Mom's breasts for us." 

Landon kissed Mom instead. Mom's hands grasped his shoulders and they shared a kiss. They broke as Laura approached with a towel. He sat up, shoving his cock into Mom again. Laura wiped Mom's breasts with the towel, then with a wet cloth and then dried her chest again. Landon bent and kissed her breasts. Mom opened her legs wider and put her hands on his ass and pulled him against her, harder. Landon released her breast and began to hump into her. She humped back.

"Laura, who is next?" 

She went to Brent and unbuttoned his shirt and then unbuckled his pants. She knelt to remove his shoes. Landon continued to pound into my mother. Laura pulled Brent's pants down, stripping off his underwear at the same time. He was naked and she knelt before him. He put a hand on her head and pulled her closer to his monstrous cock. She opened her lips and took what she could into her mouth. She sucked on him and Brent groaned in unison with Landon who was pulling free of my mother's sopping cunt. 

"Oh gawwwwddddd." Mom moaned as the cock slid out of her pussy. 

Brent pulled free of Laura's mouth and then climbed onto the bed while Mom was still swimming back to the surface from having a cock removed from her cunt before it was time. Brent lined up and shoved his cock into her. Mom screamed and tried to buck but Brent hooked her knees and bent her double, pressing his cock into her taut pussy. Mom screamed again and the orgasm flailed at her from all sides. Brent began to stroke her while she quivered with her climax, looking up at him from between her knees, pressed next to her ears. 

"Gawd, Mrs. Duncan, you are a sexy piece of ass. I love fucking you. Are you ready to be airtight?" Brent spoke through clinched teeth. 

"Laura." I said. 

She went to Sammy but he pulled off his polo shirt himself. She did his pants and then shoes, again forgetting to do the shoes first. She pulled his briefs down and kissed his cock. Sammy groaned as my mother wailed to another orgasm. Mom shuddered and then she emptied of energy. Brent released her legs and pulled his cock out of her with a pop. Mom opened her eyes. 

"Brent, honey, do you think you can get your cock into my ass? I have been thinking about it ever since you fucked me that night. I should be able to take you." She looked at the now naked Sammy, his cock down Laura Wills' throat. "Sammy, come get yours. Then I want it, I want you all, three holes and two hands." 

Sammy pulled Laura off his cock. She toppled away from him, panting, her face flushed and splotchy with lust. She sat on the floor, staring at me. I shook my head. Sammy climbed onto the bed and Mom pulled him between her legs.

"Hello again, Mrs. Duncan. Seems like I remember this pussy but it was not nearly so damp." Sammy said. He entered her and Mom groaned. 

"Gawd, five cocks, one after the other. What a fucking thing! Since you went last, you come in me and then everyone else can do it." 

Sammy did not hesitate but pounded into her without art or finesse. She accepted his pummeling and when he came, they kissed. Chris mounted her again and his orgasm was close behind the renewed contact. Laura cleaned them both, wiping my mother's pussy with the wash cloth. I went to the bed. 

"Laura, I think she need better cleaning than that." 

Mrs. Wills glanced up at me and nodded. She dropped the cloth and attached her mouth to Mom's pussy. Mom bucked then but Laura held on, sucking and swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the mixture swimming in my mother's cunt. Mom was delirious. Laura began to rub Mom's clit while she ate and sucked and licked the pussy. I positioned myself behind Laura's bent form and lifted her skirt. She was half on and half off the bed. She moved to stand, bent over Mom from the side, bending her head to fit between the splayed legs. I entered her, plunging into her sopping pussy. Laura lifted her head and screamed, "No!" as I pulled free. 

"I will come." Laura moaned before returning to eating my mother's pussy. I moved around her and presented my slathered cock to my mother. She licked it clean and sucked on the end. But I pulled away and reentered Laura, shoving my cock into her hard. Her body began to quake and her knees buckled. I pulled her free of my mother's cunt and dragged her to the stool by the vanity. I walked to my clothes and pulled my belt free. 

Laura watched with terror in her eyes. I met her gaze. "Laura, what did I tell you about having an orgasm?"

"You said I could not come today." She said, her voice quivering. 

"I am going to punish you for your infraction. No one is going to leave so I am going to beat you." 

Landon mounted my mother and began to fuck her. 

I swung the belt at Laura's covered ass. It splashed against the cloth. "Lift your skirt, Laura." I looked at Chris who was staring at me. I struck his mother's bare ass. "Chris, once we have had your mother, made her airtight, I believe you can give her to Annie after you rape her. Your mother would enjoy that, I think." I hit Laura again. Mom was huffing on the bed, panting like she was the midst of a hard work out and then she wailed again. Landon grunted and pumped load after load into her.  

I struck Laura three more times. "Clean them up, Laura." I said. She got unsteadily to her feet, her legs did not appear to work very well. "Use your mouth." I said. 

Laura shot me a shocked look but she licked Landon clean and then resumed sucking at my mother's sloppy pussy. When she finished, Brent mounted her and fucked Mom. Her legs splayed wide and finally fell open. Mom was coming continuously now, wave after wave of cock-induced climax. Her face tilted into a grimace which emitted grunts and cries as each wave flashed through her ravaged body. Brent socketed his cock into her and came, flooding her once more. I pushed Laura at them and again she cleaned them, licking Brent's cock stem to stern and then resuming sucking on mother's cunt. 

I walked round the bed and lay down beside Mom. Mom pushed Laura away from her pussy and sat up. With some difficulty, wobbling, she got a leg over me and then pressed her pussy down on my stiff prick. She lay down on me and kissed me as my cock sluiced into her. "Thank you, Sonny." She whispered. 

"We are not finished, yet." I muttered. I placed a hand on each cheek of her ass and pulled them apart. "Who is first?"

Chris' cock was hard again. I pulled Mom firmly down onto my cock. Chris got behind her. All I could see was Mom's enormous tits. I began to chew on them, putting bruise after bruise up the inside of each tit. Then I felt her stiffen and then she lurched over me. Her eyes were wild.

"Oh fuck!" She grunted and then she was pressing backwards, sheathing my cock deeper into her pussy. Then she bucked forward, pulling me free again. I found my cock with one hand and directed it at her pussy. Mom grunted and her body plunged down. The weight of them both was incredible and for a moment I could not breathe. Chris' face was a furious red, clinched with concentration. He rose up off Mom and she struggled to her knees once more, but then tipped forward, cinching her cunt onto my cock, laying her head against my shoulder. She turned it and a cock appeared at her lips, she kissed the end of Brent's cock then opened her mouth and sucked the head into her mouth. Chris grunted and pushed forward. Mom groaned around the cock in her mouth. I held onto her hips and Chris pressed down into her ass from above.

"Mrs. Duncan, your ass is so tight." Chris said through gritted teeth. 

Mom opened her mouth and sucked at Brent's cock. She sucked on the flared head and then took what she could into her mouth; not much at the angle. I grasped her hips and pulled them apart, in doing so, locked her onto my cock. Chris began to fuck her ass with great, long strokes. Mom's pussy began to seethe and boil around my cock. For a moment I felt pressure from above, then it was gone and then it returned. My cock was feeling Chris fucking my mother's ass. Mom grunted and I began to hump at her from below. Something about that motion set her off. 

"Glllummmptttthhffff!" She made a weird noise around Brent's cock head pressed against her cheek. Then she was shivering. Chris groaned and slammed into her from above and my orgasm rose up in me and I was coming. The convergence of our three orgasms shook the bed, us and the world. I flopped back to the bed and Mom completely collapsed over me. Chris pulled out of her ass and disappeared. Then I saw Laura and she began to clean Mom's ass and as much of my legs that she could reach with a wash cloth. Mom rolled onto her back. I rolled off the bed onto all fours, unable to stand. My body sang with the sensation of being inside her and feeling the force of her orgasm communicated to me through my own spasming cock. 

Landon immediately took my place. Brent got on the bed and helped Mom mount Landon's ready cock.

"Oh gawd, boys. This is unbelievable!" Mom moaned. "I am fucking all of you. You are all fucking me! Cheese and crackers!" Then Brent's cock touched her back door. Mom became completely still, mashed down onto Landon's cock, her knees wide. It strained her and stretched her. I was looking at them from bed level. Mom knew what was coming. She concentrated on relaxing. 

"Put a pillow under his ass." I mumbled. Laura responded and with a lot of hunching and shifting, she got a pillow under Landon's ass. Landon settled into a more relaxed position and Brent found her ass much more accessible. He lubed his cock and her ass and pressed his cock head against Mom's ass. My mother blew through her nose, sounding for all the world like a snort. I struggled out of the way when Sammy approached her mouth with his hard cock. Mom grasped his cock with one hand and struggled to get to the edge of the bed. She twisted on Landon and Brent pressed into her another inch or so. 

Brent pulled back and pressed forward over and over again, working Mom's ass like a pile driver. She sucked on Sammy's cock. The angle was better and she got most of him into her mouth. 

I sat up and then stood, staggered and made it to the vanity stool. Laura appeared and wiped off my saturated cock. It had nothing left to give. "Laura, wait for Brent to get all the way into her ass, then put lube on your finger and stick it into his ass." I spoke loud enough everyone heard. Brent looked at me but the command did not seem to penetrate his current frame of mind which was focused on penetrating my mother's ass. He had about half his cock into her. They were alternating motions. Landon hunched, Brent pressed and Mom would suck on Sammy's cock. 

Brent finally got his cock completely into my mother's ass. He screwed it into her, twisting his body and then started to pull back. Laura's finger touched his ass hole and he grunted. He pulled back and slammed into Mom, hard. The motion was so violent it nearly gagged her on Sammy's cock. Sammy began to come and Mom struggled to swallow his cum as he shot into her mouth. 

Landon was wheezing under the collapsed weight balanced on his cock but then he started concentrated hunching which made Mom wail. She screamed, she shook, the new edition of her climax wracked her. Brent increased his speed but Laura finally got her finger aimed right and pierced his ass hole and Brent yelled and came, filing my mother from behind. Landon gasped and went still. For several long moments, Brent hammered Mom from behind while she was shaking with a new orgasm. Finally, Brent finished. He lay on them for a moment but finally stirred. He pulled his cock out of Mom's ass with a long, careful backward motion. Mom moaned. When Brent was clear, he climbed off the bed. Laura began to clean him off and wiped my Mom's ass off. Landon waited for Laura to finish then flipped Mom onto her back and proceeded to hammer her pussy, sliding into her with long, forceful strokes. 

Mom lay still, taking the pounding with nearly no response. Landon persisted and came inside her pussy. He rolled onto the bed beside her and lay still. For a moment, there was neither sound nor movement in the bedroom. 

"I am fucked out." Sammy said. Several grunts seemed to echo the sentiment. 

Mom opened her eyes and sat up on her elbows. "Boys, that was wonderful. Thank you!" She said. She looked at me and then struggled to her feet. "Sonny, take me home." We dressed and I did that. 

She sat carefully on the way home. "Brent is an ass full." She said finally after I accelerated too much and she winced. "I might have surpassed good sense but taking that boy in the back door." She looked at me. I was dazed, utterly empty of thought or feeling. All I wanted to do was sleep but it was only four o'clock. Still, it seemed like a good idea. 

My phone rang just was we arrived home. It was Kyla.

"Sonny?" She said softly. "Sonny?"

"Mrs. Clark." I said, looking at Mom who rolled her eyes, which I did not understand. 

"I am sorry, Sonny. But I have not seen you or heard from you. Is something wrong? Have I done something wrong?"

"No. No, Kyla. I have been, er, busy."

"Can we talk sometime, Sonny. I think we should talk."

Now I rolled my eyes. "Kyla, what I want is to take your ass again. If that is what you mean by talking, then we are on the same page." 

Silence. 

I was so tired, so fucked out I was not sure I even cared if I overstepped. But then I heard a long sigh. 

"Thank god! I thought something was wrong. Where have you been!" 

"Ask Landon." I said. I hung up, blissfully ignorant and exhausted. The emotional stress of giving my mother to the guys was gone. I felt like I was sitting in the car with a football teammate after winning a big game. I patted Mom's leg. "Well done."

"Fuck me. I do not know if I could do that again." She hesitated. "But I think I like it up the ass. Who knew?" She looked at me. "Who's next?" 

I shrugged. One MILF was airtight. The beginning was past. The Sharing was commenced and the List was active. 



Sharing the MILF List Ch. 04



Chapter 4

Mother and Son Coming in Concert

For several days after we did Mom, Kyla sexted me. It was like she just discovered her phone. From the time I told her I wanted her ass again, she began sending me lurid little missives. They were random thoughts, like a stream of consciousness from a fevered brain, the brain of a very horny woman. They were all short, to the point if somewhat less circumspect than the texts I usually go; teasing, coquettish or obliquely licentious: My ankles can touch my ears. I always wanted to be bent over the back of a couch. Have you ever done it with an audience? I love deliveries at the backdoor.

So they arrived, not constantly, not like a stalker but frequently enough to keep her and her luxurious ass on my mind. Tuesday, she asked if we could have a late supper Wednesday night, alone, privately which implied 'secretly. I agreed and that was how I came be talking to Chris on the phone while looking at Kyla Clark across a table in the dimmest corner of Passionate Darlene's. 

"Whoa, slow down, Chris." I said softly, watching Kyla watch me. 

"I did it!" Chris said after taking a huge breath. He waited then, perhaps for a response but I knew what he was talking about. I said nothing so he went on. "I waited for her in her bedroom and when she came in, I grabbed her. She struggled like a wildcat. I got hold of her wrists and forced her onto the bed. I tied her up, with mom's scarves, not like you did but enough to keep her from scratching my eyes out. Then I put a half-hood over her head and tied it so she could breathe but not see. Then I fucked her. Gawd, she came and came and came. I took her ass and she screamed till I came in her. I released her and left her lying face down on her bed." Chris stopped but I knew there was something more on his mind. 

Kyla was watching me. Her brown hair caught the flickering candlelight and turned bronze, burnished by the fire. Her eyes were dark, almost predatory. She sipped from her cosmo.

"Sonny, I liked it. Fuck, I loved it! I never came so hard in my life. I came in her twice in like twenty minutes. I swear she orgasmed the whole time. The moment I entered her after tying her up, she shuddered, grunting and muttering in Chinese. I made her suck my cock after it was in her and she sucked me hard and I took her again with the same response. I lasted longer. I think she came over and over again while I fucked her. It scared me a little. But I loved it, Sonny!" Chris' voice sounded like he was pleading for something. 

Kyla licked her lips, then ran her tongue along the rim of her martini glass, while she watched me through her long lashes. She had gone to considerable trouble to appear alluring and she succeeded. Just before my phone rang, she told me she had done what I suggested. Namely, she asked Landon where I had been and he told her I had been 'courting an older woman,' he had said. Then he added, "That takes time, and it turns out, energy, trust me, I know." She said he smiled then, like he was in the midst of a dream and then the subject passed but not for Kyla. She was shivering with nerves when I sat down across from her in the booth at the restaurant. She was twitchy, maybe like a tweaker would be, though I have no knowledge of such people, fortunately—it must be horrible to go through such an experience. She told me about Landon's comment and waited for my response. Her naturally green eyes were greener. In the silence, my phone seemed loud when it hollared but I was relieved to answer it. I gazed at her as Chris came uncorked. Naturally he wanted to tell someone about his latest conquest, about giving a woman her private fantasy and succeeding but he sounded . . . odd. I waited, listening, trying to discern what was going on with him.

"I liked it, I liked raping her, Sonny!" Chris spoke finally.

Then I understood, "Chris, that is not rape, it is sex play. Keep the two separate. Rape is about force and power; not sex. Many rapists cannot even get it up and that is why they hurt their victims. They externalize the rage against their own impotence, blaming the woman. Others get off on the fear, the terror of the victim. That is so far from who you are, I cannot believe you are even thinking about it that way." I watched Kyla's eyes. "She asked for it and by that I mean she told me that was what she wanted you, us to do. She struggled because the feeling of being subdued arouses her; the feeling of helplessness, of being taken violently without consent or interaction made her scream with orgasm." Kyla was listening intently now, trying to catch my words but I could not tell if she could hear or understand what I was saying; I spoke very quietly. "She came because you fulfilled her fantasy and few women get to experience that. Chris, go back. If you think you can get it up again, sneak into her house and do it again, right now. Take her again."

"What about Mom? She'll know I went out."

I smiled. Kyla thought I was responding to her tongue on the martini glass and her eyes glittered. She licked her lips and then put them to the rim of the glass and sipped, making the motion a sensuous kiss. She closed her eyes. "Tell Laura, tell your mom you are going to fuck the neighbor. I imagine she will want to watch but will go to bed and masturbate, knowing you are next door fucking Annie. If she begs you, you must refuse her. She wants this but denying her till the last possible moment will give her the greatest satisfaction. Go do Annie again, Chris. Get it out of your system." I waited.

"Again? I am not sure I can." 

"Then tomorrow. But now, tonight is best. She won't expect another visit so soon. Let's keep her off-balance. Maybe sleep for a while but wake up around two and slip over. Did you get the keys to a door?"

"She had them on the table, labeled 'spares'. I could not miss them. Shit Sonny, there were five copies!" Chris wheezed. "Shit, Sonny! She wants us all!" He took another huge breath. "Okay. Okay. Okay. I am hard! I'll go fuck her now." He hung up. 

Quiet Chris! Who would have thought? 

I put away my phone. "Sorry, Mrs. Clark." I said, intentionally using her formal name. "You were saying?" I asked blandly. 

"Landon said you were pursuing an old woman." 

"Older." I amended, smiling. "Jealous?" I returned. 

Kyla looked shocked. Then her eyes softened. "Who?"

"You of course. Do you think I would tell Landon I was fucking his mother in the ass whenever I wanted? Have you eaten or are we going somewhere, a, more private?" I was a little uneasy. A quiet dinner in a romantic restaurant did not fit the airtight philosophy. But then I reconsidered, what if it did? Maybe there is a woman who thinks 'airtight' is a romantic interlude; naw, not likely. But some wanted it the same way Annie Kingston wanted it, dreaming of us all stealing into her house and taking her unawares one at a time. Thus she can live out a rape fantasy lodged in her brain from some event in her sexual past or maybe just a fantasy. Our MILFs, however, were definitely asking for it. I regarded Kyla, wondering if she would like a cock in each hole. 

Kyla stared at me. "But he said, 'trust me, I should know', what does that mean?"

Uh oh, I thought. Careful, cautious Landon had slipped. Then again, maybe not? What if he meant to imply he was doing a MILF of his own? I smirked. The fucker may have put me in this position intentionally just to fuck with me; that sounded just like him. "Are you asking me if Landon is having an affair?" I returned.

Kyla hesitated, wondering if she wanted to know, I guessed. Finally, looking guiltily at her napkin twisted in her hands, she nodded. 

"He is your son, you should ask him about it. But I will say he has been somewhat secretive lately. Mysterious. I never thought about it till now." Literary license, right? The little white—or blue—lie to make things more interesting? I shrugged. Back atcha, Landon. "I could ask him, press him about it, if you wanted?"

Kyla shook her head, eyes distant. She looked up at me and said, "I have not eaten. I thought we could eat and talk."

"About what?" I was really nervous now. 

"Us." Mrs. Clark said softly. "I want us to do something . . . normal? Is that the word?"

"Normal?" I was waiting to find out if she heard any of my conversation with Chris and would ask about it but she seemed preoccupied or distracted by her own little internal drama, the drama which had us sitting in Passionate Darlene's waiting for a waiter. So maybe she did not hear or better, paid no attention. 

Kyla closed her eyes and the demeanor she wore like a veil seemed to slip like an ill-fitting mask. She opened them again and the strained persona of a beguiling woman she had been using since I sat down receded. "Well, not exactly normal, but, I'm sorry, Sonny. It's just, I am, you are . . . oh crap!" She bit her lip. "I think I have become obsessed with you. I want you, Sonny. I think I'd take you anyway you wanted, whatever you wanted, however you wanted. Is that wrong? I think about you all the time. I waited and waited for you to call again, the anticipation made my chest hurt. I went to bed wet, thinking about what you did to me." The words spilled out. "I know this is not good. I thought I would get over it but I can't. I want you so much I almost invited you to a hotel room to . . . " she looked around. " . . . to fuck me, take me, have me like before. No." She shook her head hard. "I want you to have me how you want me. I figured that out. Being, being . . . " she looked up at me, fear in her green eyes. "Being yours, it, arouses me. I like being owned like that. But I know you don't own me. I thought you would not even want me till you called and told me, said what you said about my . . . said what you said."

She stalled. The babbling words ended and she sat staring at her twisted napkin, the cloth tightly wound between her two hands. "But I got to thinking, after you called. I could do something with you, something normal and you could do whatever you decided to do with me after that. I thought, perhaps, I could take you to the opera Friday night. It would be like a casual date and you would hate it. I would see how young you are, how different we are, how wrong it is for us to be, be doing what we have done. I would get what a mistake this has been and the spell would be broken. Then you could fuck me and I would know that you are just a sex toy. That's what you are, right, a sex toy?" Kyla lifted her eyes from the table. 

The candlelight made her face seem to move, shifting the shadows and light on her gaunt cheeks and high cheek bones. But gawd she was beautiful, achingly beautiful in that mature, knowledgeable way that usually scares the shit out of callow boys like me. But I did not feel frightened, I felt a whirlwind of elation which morphed into a clinching dread that the MILF List was changing into something wholly unexpected. I would not let it.

I grunted. "You are the sex toy, Mrs. Clark. But I do want to give you the best sexual experiences of your life."

Kyla's eyes widened. "But it is not good for me to be so, so, so obsessed, right?"

"Why don't we call it anticipation. When was the last time you looked at a man and thought he would give you your sexual fantasy?" I said with a grin. "What did you have in mind for our date?"

Kyla slid an envelope across the table at me, letting the more interesting first question pass unacknowledged. It had 'La Traviata' embossed on the envelope. "I asked for the best seats. You can pick me up at six. We'll have a light supper and then go. You have a tux?"

"A tux? Are you nuts?" I could not restrain myself. I felt stalked and trapped. I did not want to alienate her, Landon would be furious. Well, everyone would be I guessed. I took a deep breath.

Kyla's face closed. She started to pull the envelope back.

I felt the sudden chill. I had to do something so I put a hand on it and drew it from under her fingers. "I never wore a tux before. I know nothing about them." A lie. I had been bound up in a cumber bun and tails before and I looked dashing, to say the least. "How much are they?"

Kyla smiled tightly. "I know an excellent place to rent them. You can go give them measurements tomorrow. I will have it paid for and it will be ready by noon on Friday."

"And where am I supposed to go to change into it? Do you really think I am going to leave the house in a tux without causing a stir?" My objections were tumbling out. I would have been better served to shut up and listen. But I felt panicked. This was going in an entirely unexpected direction. "Do you really want to be seen with me, in public, where people might know you?"

Now Kyla, unaccountable smiled. "Oh yes, you see this is known as Cougar night at the opera. Oh, it is not called that, formally. It is called 'Youth Night at the Opera' and tickets are reserved for the 'younger generation'. We, the patrons of the opera are supposed to bring someone half our age," she giggled, "or younger, to the opera, sort of a 'take your kid to work' event. Most people bring children, sons, daughters, that sort of thing but it is well known that many men and some women will appear with casual acquaintances, hookers, escorts, gigolos and more often, mistresses or for women, boytoys. Perfectly respectable people parade around high society with prostitutes on their arms or his shy niece or her pool boy. There is a party afterwards, sponsored by the Society of Frustrated Women," Kyla giggled. "Not really. The Society of Famous Women, actually, a group who sponsors events throughout the city. I am a member. I think your mother is a member. The afterparty is thrown by Guy D'Arnot and his wife Vivien. It is just a social get together for anyone wanting to have sex on the sly with everyone watching. An odd sort of thing but coy and often couples split up and, well, you know. Think of it like the druidic festivals when everyone could give into their baser natures." 

Kyla sounded so excited. I got an idea and I got excited as well. Ideas were good and so far, they had not led me wrong. Do not fuck with a winning streak, goes the saying from Bull Durham. I put the tickets into my pocket. "Where are the seats?" I asked, the plot forming with surprising ease, an elegant 'next step' in sharing the MILF list. 

"I don't know. I did not look. I asked for the best remaining." 

We ate, we chatted, I flirted and talked dirty to her but we made no real plans beyond the date at the opera. Nor did we touch which seemed to pique my arousal and, I am guessing, hers as well. Just before we left I told her to wear something fetching and no panties, I would fuck her in the dark. She merely smiled and we parted with a polite hug and air kisses. What a fucking weird meeting, er, whatever you want to call it! 

I went straight home to my mother. I knocked on her door and poked my head into her room.

Mom was in bed reading. She pulled the strap of her nightie down the slope of her breast and leered at me.

"No, Mom that is not why I came in here. Kyla Clark is taking me to the opera Lay Trattoria or something." 

Mom laughed. "La Traviata, dear. It's about a prostitute, I think." She slipped the strap back into place. 

I approached the bed and pulled the ticket envelop from my pocket. "I want you to take these tickets and trade them for a group of four. I am going to get one of the guys to take you, to the opera I mean. You will have seats next to us, which will be suitably awkward."

"You mean the Cougar night at the Opera?" My mother smiled. "I always wanted to go to that. Who will you get to go with me?" Her eyes glinted

"I'll let you know. Just be ready around six on Friday, before the girls get home. Take him some place nice, feed him and then go to the opera and we'll see you there."

In my room, I called Landon. I told him my mother wanted to go to the Cougar night at the Opera and asked if he would go with her. He hesitated. "Yes, you can take advantage of her if you get the chance." I said. "She really wants to go but has never had the hutzpah to go. You would be perfect. You have a tux, I bet."

"Yes, I have a tux. Mom used to take me but I have not gone in several years. It could be fun."

"I'll tell Mom to go commando." I said. 

Landon chuckled. "Wait a minute, Mom likes to go to those things . . . " He stopped.

I could hear him thinking but I wanted to say it out loud. "Wondering who she has been taking since you quit going with her?" I asked. 

Landon grunted. "No." He said and hung up. 

I doubted his denial. I smiled. Surprising people could be such a fun endeavor. 

The next day I filled Mom in on the details. She got us four tickets right together. Chris called later and told me he did Annie again. He said she never spoke a word but gave him everything he wanted. He asked if he could go back but I told him to wait a while. Make her long for it. 

"I long for it, why should I have to wait?" Chris persisted. 

"Better is coming. You need to be ready."

"Oh." He said. "Oh! Who's next?"

"I think Mrs. Honeywell is ready to be airtight." I knew he would blab to the guys. I talked to her earlier in the week and discovered she would be out of town this weekend. We would have to wait. I wanted her next, airtight and screaming with orgasm. I chuckled. In the meantime, two others till needed to be prepped, which is to say they needed to be mounted by their sons. 

Friday seemed a long way away but it arrived with a flurry of activity; tux, then dinner and finally we were walking up the grand stair way to the entrance to the opera house, more of a utility concert hall but it served. We were seated next to two empty seats when the lights went down. They arrived from the other direction from where Kyla sat and since they were on the aisle, it was easy not to notice their arrival. My mother, however, sat beside me and leaned in and whispered, "You naughty boy!" They were next to me so Kyla did not notice Landon and Cici Duncan till the lights came up after the second act. She grabbed my arm and leaned in close. 

"Look who is sitting next to you!" She hissed. "What is your mother doing here?"

I glanced around at them. They were shuffling their feet and NOT looking at us. "Do you see who she is with?" I hissed back.

Kyla sneaked a peek past me and gasped. "My gawd, that's Landon!" 

Her grip on my arm became painful. 

"Kyla? Is that you? Oh my gawd, Kyla, if I had known you had the same idea I had, we could have come in the same car!" My mother gushed, leaning over me, pressing her ample bosom into my arm and giving me a fine view down between her breasts. I ran a hand over the lower slope of her tit as it pressed into me. 

"Ah, hello Cici." Kyla looked past my mother's outstretched hand to the shocked face of her son. 

Landon glanced at me and I felt elated. I had got him finally, after being behind all these years, he was finally thunderstruck by something I did! "Hi Landon. Mom asked me to go and I said I had a date. I had no idea . . . "

"I hope you don't mind." He said earnestly. 

I had an arm around Kyla and pulled her into his view, or more fully into his view. "I hope YOU don't mind." I returned. Then I grinned my most wicked grin which Mom saw but Kyla did not. Landon's face registered something, a glint of a hint of understanding through the cloud of amazed, aroused confusion. His hand was on my mother's leg, the inside of her thigh, under the white fabric well above her knee. He slowly pressed it higher till she shifted to allow him access. I wondered if she had eschewed panties as I suggested. Her legs were bare at least. 

"Let's have a drink," my mother said in a tense but bright voice. Landon withdrew his hand and I glanced around to see if Kyla was watching. She was. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 04



Mom continued. "I know you boys are not old enough but at this soiree the drinking limit is often waved. No one is going to accept any complaints of underage drinking here, what with the Mayor, several commissioners and the Chief of Police here and all." She squeezed my leg. "That is the least of anyone's worries!" 

She was more right than she knew. Landon and I went to the crowd cloud around the Champaign bar to get booze for our broads and emerging from the clump came face to face with Darlene Emerson. Darlene was two years younger than us, eighteen for sure. Certainly not old enough to drink, though. The man whose arm she held was emphatically too old for her. He had steel gray hair and yes, a monocle. I almost stared.

Darlene smiled and curtsied, releasing the man's arm. "Gentleman, so nice to see you this evening. Allow me to introduce Gottfried Von Strumberg, he is from Germany, visiting our fair city. Gottfried, dear, could you get us both a glass of the bubbly." When the man glared at her, Darlene smiled prettily, "the Champaign, dear, the Champaign." The man moved off through the crush and she took us both by the arms. Her face was red. "What are YOU two doing here?"

Landon and I looked at each other. "We came with our mothers."

Darlene looked mortified. She was barely recognizable. Her mother was a famous recluse, well-heeled said the rumors but repressed and dominating from behind a curtain of gray and black, a sort of local version of the good Queen Victoria. Her children were polite, equally repressed and shy though utterly brilliant. Each of Abigail Emerson's five children exceeded academic excellence and went on to great renown in various fields which I paid no attention to. Darlene was the youngest. She usually wore her fine brown hair straight but tonight and dressed like Little Bo Peep—truly! She wore a bonnet to high school the first day. Despite the best efforts to the contrary, no matter what she wore, her breasts projected a sexual invitation nothing else about her echoed and no amount of disguise could refute. However, before us stood a woman who seemed to be trying too hard to look older than her 18 years. She was shorter than me by perhaps four inches but thick of body with large hips but a pleasantly narrow waist. She had brown hair, large breasts, and thick but shapely legs. The most striking thing about her, however, was her white, perfect, translucent skin and the delicately pink, fully sensuous lips. She was coiffed, rouged and dabbed with eye shadow and liner but her manner was of a worldly woman, well-schooled in the erotic arts. Neither Landon or I ever considered the possibility that Darlene Emerson knew what erotic arts were but we would presently discover we were very wrong on that score. She denied her sensuality in all things to that point. 

Now, however, the efforts at denial were utterly absent. She wore a short, tight black dress, high heels and black stocking with some scene woven into them. I could make out a horse and buggy along the flat side of her voluptuous thigh which the short black dress did not cover. Her thick lips were a red so bright, they could have been electrified. Her breasts were on full display through the gauzy black fabric, bare, without bra. I could see her huge aureoles clearly through the diaphanous fabric and could not help myself; I stared at her luscious breasts. The skirt did not obscure the darkness of her pubic forest or dim the light shining between her legs from behind her. Her body was fully outlined, highlighted and primed to be fucked. Nothing about her ignored that possibility or even attempted to suggest she intended anything other than to spend a grunting passion filled moment on her fair back with her legs parted and her feet in the air for the man behind the monocle. 

"Come with me!" Darlene grabbed us by the arms and pulled us away from the crowd into a small gallery where small naked statues were on display, back lit on ruby or forest colored red velvet covered pedestals. "You cannot tell anyone you saw me here. I will blow both of you if you promise not to tell!" 

I glanced at Landon and together we nodded. The offer was so sudden and so out of character for this girl whom we thought to be repressed and innocent, destined to an intellectual but sexless greatness despite her erotic appeal, neither of us had the presence of mind to resist the wash of circumstances she seemed to be surfing with sensuous ease and sureness. 

Darlene got to her knees and undid Landon's pants and pulled his swelling cock out of his fly. The tight skirt rode up her legs, showing her pale buttocks and their deep, full crease. She engulfed Landon's cock with her mouth, taking him deep immediately. The girl was no innocent child, apparently. Landon groaned. He looked at me and waved me away. He still held his two glasses of Champaign in his trembling hands. He drank one and looked daggers at me. I left with my fetched Champaign. I took the two glasses to the women who were standing in mutual silence at the balcony. I begged off to go to the restroom where Landon had presumably preceded me and wove through the murmuring crowd. 

I got back to the chamber to find Landon's cock planted in Darlene. She was bent over, holding onto a column, her face turned towards the fetching little bronze of a naked Eve. The miniature female origin of all sin was staring into the eyes of the serpent as she bit into the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Darlene's 'hide nothing' black dress was bunched around her waist and Landon held her by the hips and was pounding her pussy hard from behind. Darlene was grunting and moaning. She looked over at me and winced into her climax, biting her lips and crying out quietly into the muted silence. 

Landon moaned, shoved full into her and came with her. After a pregnant pause, he withdrew his cock from her pussy and wiped it on her inner thigh. They smelled of sex, satisfying, fulfilling sex. She looked back at Landon. "You promised. He will not tell on me!" Then she looked me and smiled. "Foreplay!" She said brightly and straightened, smoothing her black skirt.

Landon nodded, busy tucking his spent cock back into his pants. Darlene rearranged her dress turned and leaned into him and kissed him, on the lips. She left a distinct impression of red lipstick on his mouth. She opened her purse, took out a hanky and dabbed and wiped at his lips till they were clean of her kiss. She flounced away, no sign of the repressed brainiac which was her reputation in high school. Her thighs glinted with the liquid of love draining out of her cunt. 

Landon quickly explained what had just happened. She was an eighteen year old high school senior and apparently she was hooking. Her father lost their money in the market and she had to hook to make up the loss of her college fund. It sounded thin to me and where did she find the time to explain all that to him with her mouth full of cock but Landon seemed content to believe it and since he had gotten sex from her for both of us, I was willing to leave well enough alone. After all, I had fucked his mother—one might say this was balanced by his cock being inside my mother but somehow it did not seem equal, even to me. Nonetheless, he swore me to silence and we went to meet our respective mothers. Something about his manner seemed curious but I left it alone. We had other fish to fry, or as the case was, other women to take. The MILF List was not about being equal anyway, God does not create people equal, Brent was proof of that. I snickered and followed Landon out of the gallery. 

By the break between Act 2 and Act 3 the atmosphere had thawed some among the four of us. Landon was edgy when he saw his mother on our return, his cock wet from Darlene's welcome bribe. We chatted and drank till the lights flickered and we returned to our seats. We sat and I began to stroke Kyla's thigh in the dark. She eventually put her hand on my wrist and pulled my hand up her leg, beneath her pale green chiffon till I could feel the dampness of her cunt. I thought of my mother next to me and at that very moment distinctly heard my mother sigh and felt a shiver travel from her body to mine through the point where our shoulders touched in the narrow seats. I don't think it was the drama trilling before us on stage eliciting her response. 

I turned my hand and stroked Kyla's pussy and entered her with a finger. Her fingers tightened on my wrist, holding me in place while her hips shifted the smallest motion, up and down on my finger. After an hour of this Kyla was quivering and I was hard as the proverbial rock. We were all thirsty when the second act came to an end. Mom was flushed when the house lights came up and Kyla walked like she was drunk. She had not made a sound but her fingernails left marks on my wrist through the tux. I tried to put my arm around her waist but she pulled away and made it clear she would not have me squeezing her ass with her son so close. Her eyes glittered when our gazes met and I saw the hunger in her. 

We again got Champaign and stood at the balcony not talking but looking down on the Champaign-less proletariat below. I feared Kyla was either horrified or furious, I could not tell which; likely furious if she thought I had anything to do with the situation so more likely horrified as I felt confident she had not determined that this was my doing. This, in retrospect was silly, of course she had to suspect something fishy but she did not acknowledge any suspicion even once the event was over. So I went blissfully through the night believing I was clever. 

Mom talked to Landon and treated him like an escort, flirting with him mercilessly and rubbing her breasts against him like a forward school girl who did not have the personality to play hard-to-get. Kyla watched with an inscrutable gaze but at one point she took hold of my hand. I took that opportunity to slip that arm around her waist and pulled her close, sliding my hand down onto her ass. She flinched. That was the moment when Mr. D'Arnot appeared. 

"Why, Kyla, so nice to see you? Who is this fine specimen of the male race on your arm?"

Kyla glanced at Mom and then said, "This is Sonny." 

I shook the man's hand. D'Arnot looked inquiringly at my mother. 

"And this is my friend, Cici Duncan and her friend, Landon."

Landon shook the man's hand. 

"You are a lovely woman and deserve the attention of such a handsome young man!" D'Arnot said to my mother after he kissed her hand. He winked. "Clever to bring your 'sons' to this event. Would I had a 'daughter' to expose to such rampant culture." He winked again. "You are planning to come to the L'Argent for the afterparty, yes?"

Kyla shook her head but a new voice shocked her still.

"Why, Mrs. Clark! So delighted to see you out to introduce our youth to the elicit joys of Verdi." 

We all turned to find a handsome man with white hair and another monocle in his eye along with an unlit cigarette in a fancy cloisonné holder. 

"Mr. Kipperstam." Kyla said softly. "Lovely to see you this evening." 

Kipperstam was the name of the Senior Partner of the city's leading legal firm. He looked the part. 

"I did not catch your answer. You are going to join us all at the L'Argent, won't you, please?" Mr. Kipperstam spoke, his voice a soft, fatherly lilt that was calming in its essence and effect. 

Kyla nodded and after catching my mother's eye, Mom nodded with her. I did not know who this man was but clearly he had some importance in the Clark Cosmos. Even Landon shrank, turning away. I wondered if the man knew them; they clearly knew him but neither seemed to worry about a misunderstanding. 

Mr. D'Arnot beamed. "Great, bring your er, friends, please. In fact, Kyla darling, I think we have a suite leftover which I would love for you to take as a gift. We wanted to fill the place but not with strangers so we donated most of the upper floors to the Opera committee and they auctioned them off to help raise money. I would love for you both to share the suite tonight. That way you all can drink the L'Argent's fine selection of liquor and not need to drive! I will send someone to find you and give you both keys. It has separate bedrooms so it will prove quite discreet." And he fluttered away, like a big butterfly. 

Kyla remained with my arm indiscreetly around her waist, massaging her ass while she talked to Mr. Kipperstam. Clearly he had done business with Anthony Clark. They discussed his current project and his persistent lobbying in the capitol for development clearance for the new section of the University he was advocating for. They discussed the prospects in some detail and finally, he smiled and clasped her hand in both of his and departed, smiling into her eyes with a fatherly gaze. I wondered if his teeth were that perfect or if he took them out to sleep. His blue eyes were sharp and clear. I doubt he missed anything despite his smarmy manner.

Before parting, Mr. Kipperstam leaned into her and said with a glint in his startling blue eyes, "Clever to have these young gentlemen use your sons' names. If anyone asks, you were seen at the opera with your sons. You and Cici are bold women. I approve! Such handsome young men for you both! I am almost jealous. Most discreet, my dear, most discreet! Do enjoy the remainder of your evening, my dear, please do!" Then he was gone, his august presence seeming to drift away while acknowledging the many faces he recognized in the crowd. 

Without discussing the new plans for the evening, we returned to our seats for the third act. The rest of the opera passed and Kyla wept at the end. I ran a hand up between her legs again and she completely broke down, weeping or something on my shoulder while opening her legs for my invading fingers. She gasped when I stroked her but the house lights came up before she came and I had to leave her hanging. She groaned and lifted her head from my shoulder, dabbing at her eyes while the aroma of her arousal wafted about us. She was alternately anxious and wistful.

We agreed to take separate cars to the L'Argent with arrangements to meet in the lobby before going up to the party. I parked the car myself, eschewing valet service. I opened the door and when she got out I pinned Kyla against the car with an insistent kiss. She squirmed for a moment before looping her arms around my neck and returning the kiss with her own twist. She opened my pants. I lifted her dress and entered her. Her green dress with its drapes and folds at once separated and revealed her naked body, providing stimulating access. I took her against the car till headlights halted us. In the glaring light we stilled and then turned our faces away till the dark returned. We righted ourselves and walked to the hotel entrance both panting with the interruption. Kyla panted and walked funny till the doorman opened the door for us. She did not speak till we saw Cici Duncan and Landon across the huge lobby. I laughed, thinking 'Cici Duncan' in my mind instead of 'Mom' or magnificent MILF or whatever. She did look glorious, sexy as hell and glowing with her own version of Kyla's discomfiture. 

Kyla gripped my arm and whispered. "Please, let's get through this and I will do whatever you want. I have to impress these people. It is important for Tony." She hesitated and said much more softly, "and for me." 

I wanted to ask if we were in a bind but wondered why she had not spoken of it in the car, which had been all silence and stoic calm. Perhaps she had been thinking what was to be done about this unfolding drama. She took my hand and pulled me to join Mom and Landon. I do not know what Landon did to her but Mom had the look of someone who just found perfection in a mundane world. I think the proper word is 'ecstatic' but that might be too clever by half. Mom air kissed with Kyla and we found the elevator and the party in short order. We crowded into the elevator and I felt the closeness of both women. For a moment the unreality of the situation washed over me and I shivered, scared and excited mixed together. 

The party throbbed with loud crowd noises and sparkled, replete with splendor, youth and money. I saw a dusky woman being molested by an insistent young man in the wings of the stage where the band played an eclectic mix of music only someone hopelessly out of touch with the current culture would select. The music was old, classic but good music despite that. We got a table, drinks and something confectionary and sat and ate. Mr. Kipperstam found us with a wispy little blond thing on his arm acting all innocent and demure but with the eyes of a shark. She did not speak but I wondered if she spoke Russian better than English. The yellow dress bound her body like a bedsheet knotted by the drier. I felt Kyla relax when he moved away. 

Kyla looked at Landon. "I do not think he recognized you. How long has it been since he saw you?"

Landon struggled. "I think I still had short hair and pants. Don't worry Mom, he was looking down Cici's dress the whole time he was here. I doubt he noticed either Sonny or I." He stared at a couple who appeared to be having sex on the dance floor and abruptly bent around my mother and kissed her hard on the lips. After a startled moment, Mom put her hand to the back of his head and made the scene unanimous. 

Rather than sit there before the molestation of my own mother, I asked Kyla to dance and pulled her into the writhing throng. We danced gracefully and well together for a while till a soft slow number sealed us together and I found myself kissing her hard while massaging her ass with both hands. She did not resist but seemed about ready to bare my pole and climb onto it. I turned her towards the band and pulled her skirt up to show her ass and I know the drummer noticed. The music changed and we returned to the table to find my mother and Landon still in a lover's clasp. Kyla stared throughout our approach and I thought she would intervene when we sat down. Landon's hand was clearly between mom's legs and they seemed about ready to take the matter to the floor. Each time Landon came up for air, Mom's hand would pull his mouth back to hers and they would resume their mutual body search. 

I about joined them but Mr. D'Arnot materialized from out of the crowd. Beside him strode a tall sparkling woman with brown-red hair. She was a striking woman and acted as if she knew it. Her breasts were tucked inside the glittering dress with the V descending nearly to her belly button. She was nearly a head taller than her husband who introduced her to us. Her cool eyes met my gaze easily. Her face was smooth and brown. When I smiled, she did not even blink as her husband introduced her.

"Kyla my dear, you remember Vivien?" 

The two women oozed through the social greetings. Landon released Mom. Mom's eyes were glazed and she had to adjust her dress to get her breasts under control. Mr. and Mrs. D'Arnot stared down on them appreciatively. Then Vivien turned her glittering pale eyes to me. 

Mr. D'Arnot nodded to us all. "I am doing some rearranging to accommodate you, Mrs. Clark. I hope you do not mind waiting?" He shrugged with an expressive smile. "We have had, a, a communication problem within the staff but I am certain we will be able to work it all out. I will have someone bring you all room keys as soon as the matter is sorted."

I did not know what he meant but I got hard when I thought of a hotel room and about Kyla on her back, me between her eager, open legs. I was distracted when Vivien spoke to me. 

"Dear boy, won't you ask me to dance? It is the price of the suite." She smiled but failed to make a joke of the statement, leaving the meaning as naked as the lust in her gaze. There was nothing subtle about Vivien D'Arnot. "I saw you dancing with the lovely Mrs. Clark and see you have the skill it takes to steer a woman safely through a crowd." 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 04



I glanced at Kyla and she gave me no reaction to steer by at first but merely met my eyes with a closed gaze of her own. But then she nodded slightly, "Of course you should dance with Mrs. D'Arnot, Sonny. I am sure you will enjoy it." The comment was neutral and her eyes were at once pleading and guarded with something in them I certainly could not ask after in the moment. I mentally shrugged and stood up, my cock pointing awkwardly outwards inside my approximately fitted tuxedo trousers. I did not bother to try to hide what was going on inside my skin. The whole scene aroused me while fear coursed through my veins because I felt like I was well past the point where I knew what was happening or what to expect next. I had no illusions about controlling what happened next; I felt like I was just realizing I had jumped out of an airplane without a parachute but now this feeling of reckless abandon aroused me. I guessed I was getting used to it. Flying could be fun, but I wondered for a second if there was a rude landing for me—moralists would have it so but those who have good fortune usually do not make a point of touting it so tragedy gets the telling more often than 'happily ever after' in our times. It does not do to tempt the gods of pleasures with impudence though—nor one's less fortunate neighbors. 

As I stood Vivien extended a hand with a dazzling smile of perfect teeth, unmuted anticipation dancing in her eyes. The woman looked down at my tented crotch without a hint of embarrassment. She took me by the hand and pulled me free of the table. "I will let you have him back when I am finished with him, Kyla." She said, without the slightest trace of awareness of being antisocial. The band cursed me and played something slow. I made to put a hand on her waist and hold her hand like we did while learning to dance in junior high when touching a girl made our cocks hard immediately. Vivien D'Arnot was having none of that social politeness. She faced me and stepped closer, her face nearly even with mine. She pressed the length of her body perfectly into me fitting against me like a wet blanket over a bicycle. Her lips caressed the side of neck while she fit the tip of my still-erect cock between her legs which, in her heels, proved longer than mine by a couple inches and raised her crotch conveniently above mine. She hunched her cunt against my cock, bending it low till it lodged between her legs deep in her crotch. Her long legs allowed me to fit between them but not comfortably. 

I was caught. I looped an arm around her waist and she put hers around my neck and we danced, barely moving. 

"Are you fucking, Mrs. Clark?" The woman hissed into my ear. 

"Not now. That would be you mounted on my cock." I muttered tightly. 

Mrs. D'Arnot tittered like a curious school girl. "My dear boy, I have had better men than you between my legs and I will again, hopefully tonight. I asked if Kyla Clark is fucking you? You all seem so, intimate." 

My cock wilted. That was not the only thing in my body that went limp; my mind seemed to be made of wet paper mache. At least my cock was more comfortable; neither of us was inclined to offer this woman much resistance. "Yes." 

"Of course you are. How much is she paying for this little night on the side?"

I grunted as her hand stroked gently over my cock, adjusting it from its painful angle. She was nothing if not polite and at least my cock appreciated it. The attention roused it again and suddenly it seemed okay to fuck, that is it seemed okay to fuck anything and everything within reach to my cock. Don't get me wrong, Vivien D'Arnot was a striking woman with a dress cut to show she had the will to go with the way. Her breasts pressed against me. We twirled and I looked over her shoulder to see Kyla staring at me and Landon stroking my mother's breasts while kissing her. Kyla glanced away from my gaze and was immediately transfixed by the sight of her son kissing my mother, his hand dipped inside Mom's dress. Kyla did not look back at me but stared at her son and my mother making out before her. I was alone. I turned Vivien out in a swirl she gracefully executed. 

When I pulled Vivien back into my arms, she said, "Fine, professional discretion." I dipped her and she came up with the surprised look of delight women get when they are safely frightened in a man's arms. "Is she any good?" Vivien whispered, clutching at me breathlessly. Her breath was hot on my ear. Again I got the impression I was way the hell out of my depth. Vivien did not wait for an answer. "Come with me. I give the best blow job you will ever have." She pulled me away from our table, through the surging, seething crowd of dissolute generation-bridgers, straight for an exit. She stopped and whispered something to one of the many dashing attendants before pulling me through the doors and down a carpeted hallway to a tall door. She tugged at it but it resisted. She looked at me. 

I put a hand to the handle and pulled open my own cell door. Vivien smiled at me. I intentionally let my eyes slide away from her gaze, down the V in her dress, imagining her bare breasts. I felt like meat, prey, captured. I also felt like a heel at that moment, with Kyla cooling her heels at the table while I ogled this woman's tits. I went with the flow because I felt Kyla had a lot at stake with these people and embarrassing her was worse then whatever Vivien and her tits had in mind for me. They WERE nice tits, though and this woman clearly had an agenda which involved my cock; blowjob indeed! Kyla put me into this situation, she could wait. I pulled the door open and Vivien stepped past me, rubbing her breasts against my chest as she did. The room was long and narrow, a squeezed, disused gallery, narrowed to make room for the hall next door. At the far end were a cluttered table and several chairs where apparently the help smoked and sampled the evenings fare. She ignored the disarray of chairs, though the table was still covered with a demure white linen. Vivien pulled me toward them. 

"I do not like getting on my knees any more, dear. I hope you do not mind. I can blow you just fine sitting down." She spoke as we walked towards the chairs with a breezy tone, empty of anticipation or eagerness. 

I felt dizzy. 

Vivien sat on one of the chairs and looked up at me. "Are you going to let me see it?" She said, her eyes amused. She did not wait for an answer but pulled me close. She parted my coat and opened my fly. Her hand was deep in my pants trying to find the flap in my briefs when the door opened behind us. 

I would have flinched and jumped but her hand took firm hold of my cock just then and I held very still. I looked at the door to see a gorgeous woman walking towards us dressed in the livery of the L'Argent. She had that fine coifed look of a European woman well past being dreamy about sex. Her hair was two-toned, brown and blond as though she changed her mind half way through having it dyed. It made her look exotic which of course was her intent. The black skirt and tight golden something which encased her breasts helped the effect along with the black eye liner and the direct, piercing gaze she fixed on me as she approached. By the time she came to a stop before us, Vivien had my cock out into the fresh air, which did not help my breathing. 

"My dear, I hope you do not mind but I like to have a little taste of woman on the cocks I suck." Vivien said. 

I was not sure who this comment was addressed to, which added to my confusion. Then again, I had no idea the socially correct response to such a comment. The woman was holding my bare cock in her hand, gently massaging it. Is there something a guy should say at that moment when another woman enters the room? If there is, if I ever knew what it was, I was hopelessly empty of memory and ideas at that moment. So I said nothing. Being speechless is different than choosing to be strategically silent but under the circumstances seemed to serve the same purpose.

"Justine, do you have panties on?" Vivien said to the woman standing before us, eyeing my cock or the hand on it. 

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Garters?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

Vivien made a clicking sound with her lips. Dear Justine's hand opened and a pair of small scissors appeared. Vivien leaned in and blew on the end of my cock, then kissed it with relish, the first sign she was enjoying herself. She looked up at me; I did not know where to look. "Justine is so accommodating. Ever the best hostess we have. I hope you do not mind."

Vivien looked up at the woman, perhaps thirty. Justine was not slight, not plump but she was curved, rounded, plush. Her hips arced from her small waist and possessed a pronounced angle to her straight sides. Her ass formed up behind her with twin, eye-catching orbs which flexed when she shifted her weight, taking a stance before me in profile, I guessed so I could see the pleasing arc of her ass. I wanted to see her breasts or the little bit of them which was not visible around the little golden triangles she pretended was covering her up. Vivien smiled and looked up at me but spoke to Justine. "Lift your skirt, dear. Please cut her panties off and give her a few strokes, young man. I mean, put your cock in her, for the taste, you understand. Then I will suck you as promised."

I thought once before meeting Vivien that the night could not get any stranger; I was so very wrong. My cock twitched in her hand and for a moment I felt the surge of climax teasing me. 

Justine did as she was asked, lifting the skirt. Blue garters and black bikini panties came into view. 

Vivien looked at me again, a hand still wrapped around my very hard cock. "Young man, take the scissors and remove her panties. She will be well-fucked before the evening is through and deservedly so. Justine is a very sensuous woman. There is no reason you should not begin the night for her, is there? She brought us scissors so she will be wet with anticipation. The woman enjoys this sort of attention, as do you, I suspect. Kyla will appreciate having you well primed before you get her on her back." 

My pulse pounded behind my eyes. In a trance I delicately took the scissors from the woman's hands and cut her panties off of her body. I had to turn and bend without shuffling my feet or moving my lower body at all because Vivien's hold on my cock was unstintingly secure. By the time I was done, Justine was pressing her hips at me, her eyes were closed, her lips opened while she licked her lips and panted. 

"Now enter her." Vivien finally let go of my cock. "Put her ass on the table." 

Justine moved like she was trained, drifting with deceptive grace as she positioned herself to take my cock into her body, preparing to be mounted as ordered. Her ass ended up on the table and she pulled her skirt out of the way, opening her plush legs. Her half-closed hazel eyes watched me as I moved between her thighs. She dropped the skirt and with one hand, grasped my cock and pulled me to the entrance of her cunt. I pressed forward, finding her invitingly hot and wet and open and eventually deep. 

The walk across the room must have been the final act in her inner sexual drama which started with the bosses' summons; dear Justine knew what was coming and apparently the idea of contributing to the scene aroused her. When I entered her she was dripping, running wet. She groaned and dropped her head back. My cock encountered nothing but a tight, welcoming slickness and heat as I pressed it into her body. Her ankles rose up my legs till they locked behind my knees. Justine put her hands behind her and arched her ass, forcing the lips of her pussy up the length of my cock till I was embedded in her body to the hilt of my noble sword. I looped an arm around her waist and pulled away from her. Her hips pulsed up at me, making a slight, soft squishing sound. 

She groaned. 

I pulled her against me and the electricity of the moment flashed through me. I moaned to match her. I cycled in and out of her pussy a few times before I noticed my eyes were squeezed closed. 

"Now, here." Vivien D'Arnot said softly, laying a hand gently on my ass. 

I opened my eyes and the world expanded from the sensation of having the woman mounted on my cock to include the observer and the rest of the room. I looked dazedly at Vivien and she smiled and her tongue appeared between her red lips. I pulled free of Justine and turned slightly, shuffling towards the woman seated demurely on the chair. She leaned forward, licked the dew at the end of my cock and then kissed it. Vivien sucked me into her mouth, slurping the juice on my cock at she sucked me down. A milky forth formed on her lips as my cock slid past her taut lips. Vivien's eyes stared up at me as she began to do her thing. 

She was right. She knew things about sucking cock I had never imagined and did not understand. The pleasure was intense, rippling and sucking about the length of my cock. She sucked and sucked and whatever method she was using melded into a unified theory of pleasure which found the adrenaline chasing through me and turned it all to raving, mindless lust. Just when I thought I was going to come, she sensed it and expelled me, pulling her head back while her tongue, seemingly not party to the interruption continued to lap at me like a cheerleader with a lollypop. Her eyes were wild. 

"In her. Come in Justine." Vivien husked, a raspy voice, raw with lurid lust. Her eyes burned. 

Still pussy drunk, I followed her suggestion which sounded like a command but I preferred to think she was merely suggesting out of the depths of her training as a hostess. I found Justine's thighs open and her pussy the same. I plunged into her and before I reached bottom, I knew my climax was approaching. Justine groaned as I pierced her, seeking to thrust back at me with her hips but having little leverage, she only managed to clamp down on my thrusting cock, which was not all that bad. Her legs rose and she grasped her knees as my shaft descended into her dank depths once more. She lay back on the table and moaned a long keening groan as I tipped into her body. 

The cool air following the heat of Vivien's surreal mouth followed by the bubbling intensity of Justine's pussy distended the sensations I was experiencing. Lights danced in my head! I jerked and pounded twice into the clasping pussy. I gripped Justine by the hips and pounded at her with a series of rabbit punches before my orgasm finally released and I began to pump her full. Justine slumped fully onto her back on the table. I ejaculated with some urgency. When I pulled free of her pussy, Justine's hand moved from my side and pressed a crumpled napkin into my hand, ever the attentive hostess. Vivien elbowed me aside and pressed her lips onto the woman's bubbling pussy, the sound of her chair scraping across the floor underlined Justine's sighing moans. Vivien slurped and lapped till Justine squealed and then her filled hips bounded off the table, only to be pulled back into place beneath Vivien's voracious mouth. 

I zipped up and—ignored, used and dismissed—I walked to the door; well, staggered really since my mind was reeling and my body sang with the thrill of attending two women and the aftermath of our climaxes still sizzling about me. Before opening it, I looked back. Vivien had her mouth fastened to Justine's pussy and Justine was pumping her hips up, her legs held wide, her calves lightly resting on the elegant woman's shoulders sucking her pussy. Vivien entered her with a finger and Justine screamed, uninhibited and loud. I opened the door to let the siren shriek leak out into the corridor. Several people were there and their heads turned to see me and then looked past me into the room and the clear tableau of Sapphic love being orchestrated behind me. The door closed behind me as I stepped into the hall.

For a moment, they all stared at me and then the world resumed spinning and I became invisible again. I was so far beyond my middle-class existence I felt like I was walking a tight rope and dared not look down to see where I was. I staggered back to the table to find not much had changed except my mother had her hand inside Landon's open fly. Kyla regarded them with casual interest, ignoring my approach. 

Gawd but I felt guilty in that moment. I was a stranger to such casual sexuality or had been once and remembered clearly being that stranger; now it seemed to blend perfectly into the world of sex our list had created for me. I made my way through the now dense crowd of Cougars and lechers to the table and collapsed into the chair beside her. I sat for several minutes, sharing with Kyla the sight of Landon caressing my mother's breasts till a waiter brought us goblets of Champaign. I found my mouth was dry and drank one before the guy was gone. He obligingly left me another, hesitating when I lifted it and sipped with more restraint. He watched my mother's hand moving inside Landon's pants. His eyes came back to me and then flicked away. I felt Kyla looking at me, finally, and met her gaze.

"Did you fuck her?" Kyla asked. 

"Who?" I breathed tightly, utterly lost as to how to respond to this situation. 

"Vivien D'Arnot." Kyla said softly. "Did you fuck her?"

I shook my head, both heads empty but then suddenly my mind cleared. "I want your ass, Kyla." I looked around me. The waiter had vanished but I found Landon's eyes open and regarding me as he kissed my mother. Apparently I had spoken more loudly than I intended. 

Kyla did not respond. I ran a hand up her leg to her thigh. She did not move. Her legs were crossed. 

"Open your legs." I whispered. 

Kyla hesitated and then she did, the subject on her mind had clearly changed. 

Landon quit kissing my mother. Feeling Landon's attention displaced, Mom released his slack mouth and looked around at us. 

I slid my hand further up Kyla's leg. She had uncrossed her legs but had to shift to open them further, to provide me access. The sight of a woman in such a setting sitting with her knees wide open made it seem like a spotlight found Kyla and everyone was waiting for our next move. I put a heel of my foot against her ankle and pulled her leg wider. Kyla grunted and closed her eyes. I rubbed against the cleft of her pussy and found her weeping wet. I put my finger into her. Kyla sighed and arched her hips against my hand, taking my finger deeper into the intimate folds of her body. 

Landon stared at us. 

Mom picked up a key card packet from the table. "I think Kyla is ready for bed." Mom said conversationally. "I know I am." She turned to Landon with a smile. 

I pulled my finger out of the woman splayed before me and swiped it across her lips. Kyla opened her eyes, then her lips and her tongue cleaned her juice from my finger. Her aroma wove around us like calm smoke in a foggy night. My cock finished its waking ritual and became uncomfortably tucked again. I stood up, presenting my tented pants to Kyla's eyes. She stared at the pyramid in my pants for a moment then looked up at me. 

"Guy brought us keys to our rooms." Kyla said, her voice rasping and breathless. "Mr. Kipperstam is in the suit across from us and invited us for brunch." She looked at me with a look of resignation. I did not think we would actually have to stay the whole time." She sighed. "This is not going the way I had planned." 

I nodded and looked at Mom and Landon. "You guys go on up. We'll see you all in the morning. We'll see you for brunch with Mr. Kipperstam." 

"At eleven so we have plenty of time. He is punctual so we'll need to be up and around fairly early." Kyla added. 

Landon groaned and looked at his watch. "Can't we skip that?" He asked, a whine in his voice. He got a shocked look on his face when he realized he was using his 'awww Mom!' voice from when he was nine. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Swapping Moms and Swapping MILFs

After successfully introducing Kyla Clark to her son's cock, front and back, I began to think about the rest of the MILF List and the next airtight candidate. Who should be next? Mrs. Honeywell? The black woman had been on my mind after the Cougar Night at the Opera. Or perhaps Mrs. Rossini? The woman who pled for 'the Annie' and giving her what she wanted seemed reasonable. Mrs. Clark? She had just been had by her son and so asking her to do her part and share her charms with the rest of the guys all seemed reasonable. Mrs. Wills? I had decided she should go last because she was to have the privilege of observing the other four woman giving themselves to five guys. I was using the blond woman in a way that meant she had to go last. She was subservient, eager to serve and be used and also a voyeur who love seeing another woman get what she wished for so long as I denied it to her. She would get to watch us do the other MILFs. At least, that was my plan. As seemed to be the way of the MILF List, inspiration arrived out of the clutches of the mundane. 

Monday afternoon I saw Sammy on campus, sitting in the glow of the Indian Summer sun, his shirt off, his eyes were closed and he swayed as though the sunlight was caressing his skin. I sat down beside him. "Now is the winter of our discontent made summer by this sun." I said. 

Sammy Honeywell opened his eyes and glanced sideways at me. "You are so fucking weird sometimes, Sonny!" He muttered. "It's only autumn! What have you been up to?"

"Landon fucked his mom." I said casually. 

Sammy turned his head slowly to look at me. "No shit! And you were there, I'm sure!"

I nodded, feeling like a sage. "And our little Chris, he fucked Mrs. Kingston . . . and liked it."

Now Sammy stopped his swaying and gave me his full attention. "No shit! He . . . " Sammy looked around and then said with a low voice, almost a whisper, " . . . he raped her?" 

"Two or three times, it seems." I averred casually. "Well, if you can rape the willing then, yes. Are you fucking Alissa?" I used her given name just because I wanted to see his reaction and in case anyone was listening, which seemed unlikely but you never know.

Sammy stared at me. Then he picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head, a stripped blue and yellow tee that made him look twelve. "Noooooo." He said. "Well, not this morning." He grinned and the lie was clear. She probably sucked him off or something. 

"Have you been doing her?"

"Every fucking chance I get." Sammy said without the least bit of a stutter. "I am a motherfucker." He grinned. 

I rolled my eyes and he rolled his. 

"And how does she like having her son fucking her." I spoke sotto voce but he heard just fine.

"She hasn't complained. She loves my tongue." Sammy snickered but then shrugged. "The other night, She tucked me into bed, sucked me and mounted me by lifting her skirt and climbing aboard. She rode me, came and left me hanging. So yeah, I think she likes it. I am fucking her every chance I get." 

"So. Stop it." I said. 

"Why? Aren't you fucking . . . Cici every chance you get?"

I shrugged. "As a matter of fact, I am a bit behind on that but I am not going without. Trust me. I want you to stop doing your . . . doing Alissa long enough for us to make her airtight and the best situation is to have her be a little crazy horny. Get it? You cut her off and then we all do her."

Sammy grumped for a moment. "I guess it is back to Amazon for new books. I love my kindle. There is nothing like reading porn in Religion class." He sniggered, an evil little laugh. 

"Or Literotica." I said without thinking. The look he gave me was something more than just a look, it had measuring in it and I felt it intensely which has everything to do with a guilty conscience. 

After a slight hesitation, he said, "Brent is the real master of Amazon, though. Fuck the guy reads everything!" Sammy thought for a moment but then nodded. "So, no more motherfucking for Sammy!" He sighed with such exaggeration I had to laugh.

"Hey, I don't expect you to go cold turkey." I held up one of the keys Chris had given me, the ones he had found on Mrs. Kingston's dresser the first time he took her. He did her Sunday morning, early and left her panting for more, he told me. We had a class together Monday morning and, oddly, the subject came up which was how I got the keys for 'distribution'; Annie's clear invitation. "I am thinking that Mrs. Kingston deserves some variety, what do you think?"

"Of the soul variety, you mean?" Sammy said watching the key swing back and forth like I was hypnotizing him, which, I guess maybe I was. 

"This key is for the backdoor." 

Sammy chortled. "Both, I hope!" 

"Quit it! Sid is gone till," I had to stop and think, calculating; "next Sunday, I think. I'll check in on the erstwhile Mrs. Kingston and let her know we are making her famous and check to be sure that the variety is not tiring her out."

"Do you think that is possible?" Sammy sounded worried. "I think making her dreams come true would be a blast." 

I shrugged. "I think she provided five keys for a reason. So, for the moment, I am not too worried about the woman changing the terms of her endearment." I need new material, I am starting to poach movie titles. "But in return, you need to put your dear Alissa on notice that she is pending airtight and will be missing you till she experiences that consummation devoutly to be wished." 

"Geezus, Sonny, can't you leave anything alone? Even the bard does not deserve your abuse! Next you are going to be making fun of the Ninja Turtles, Bugs Bunny or the Marks Brothers. Is nothing sacred with you?"

Sammy held the look of consternation for about two seconds before guffawing. 

"Sonny, you looked so . . . so . . . I don't know what. But anyway, okay, fine, no more morning blow jobs or showers with mom."

"Hush!" I said, looking around. 

Sammy shrugged. "No one would ever believe us. You have changed the world for us all and I thank you! But fine, I will trade one willing woman for another."

"And Sammy, ask your mother to have lunch with me tomorrow."

He looked around at me, focusing his soft brown eyes on me. I could see the wheels turning. Sammy shook his head. "Gawd, you are going to actually do it. I mean all of them, right? I cannot believe that my loving mother is going to spend a day airtight like yours did." He spoke softly but hearing the words aroused me and I wanted nothing so much as to find one of the MILFs and use her. But I resisted, well, for the moment, not really resistance so much as lack of present opportunity or least delaying gratification. "Where?" Sammy asked. 

"Let her chose and call me." 

"Why not just call her yourself?"

"She is an attorney; do you think she wants a record of this sort of thing?"

Sammy nodded, "Gotcha. But aren't you acting guilty of something? We are friends, after all? Calling her could be really innocent. You know, planning her birthday party or something."

"But it isn't is it? But you are right. Still, I want her to take action, to make the move just so there is no ambiguity about what we are doing when we starting removing her clothes. She needs to tell she wants to be airtight. So, have her call me if she wants. Let her decide." 

Sammy nodded. "I'll tell her and call you tomorrow with a place." He rubbed his hands together, "and tomorrow sexy Mrs. Kingston gets a visit! You have a morning class tomorrow?" 

I nodded and we were set. Sammy left and I sat on the bench for a while just soaking up the sunshine and thinking about Alissa Honeywell, her lips, her breasts, the feel of my cock slipping into her and the sound she made when she was penetrated. I got hard and then it occurred to me that I would need a place to make her airtight and we should not use her place. Of all the MILFs she had the most to lose if her airtight status got into the wind. It did not take long for my lizard brain to figure out the solution but I needed to recon first and make sure nothing would interfere. I got up and went to my car. 

Mrs. Wills opened the door of her house almost immediately after I rang the bell. In a measure of how our relationship had changed she bowed her head and stepped back, allowing me immediate entrance. In appreciation, I closed the door before I kissed her, taking her in my arms much like the first time on the patio. She flowed against me, a huge sigh escaping her. Our kiss lasted, lingering while I caressed her ass and back till she began to hump me and I pulled away. Not yet. 

"Oh Sonny!" Laura breathed, her eyes alight with the thrill of desire. "I am dying! You do not know what it is doing to me to watch, watch what you are doing and not get to, to come. It is killing me! I fear I will lose my ever loving mind!"

For a moment I stared at her. I did not think I had ever told her she could never come, even on her own time. But if she was restricting herself . . . a thrill shot through me when the measure of her dedication to her role came clear. I nodded and I felt a bit of compassion. I said, "Come with me." I took her hand and walked to the patio door. I felt the disappointment rattling around in her, slowing her steps but she followed and by the time we were at the Kingston's back door, she recovered, walking easily with me. I fished the key out of my pocket and opened it and slipped inside the living room. I kicked off my shoes and Laura followed suit. The lower house was quiet and dim. But I saw a light upstairs and padded up the steps. After a moment's hesitation, Laura followed.

Annie Kingston was just finishing changing the sheets on a guest bed. She turned around and saw me and went completely still. She wore a pleated black skirt with a tight white pullover blouse that fastened at the neck in the back but hugged her slim body. I was on her before anyone spoke. She squeaked at I bowled her over onto the bed but the squeak may have been from seeing Laura Wills appear behind me. Annie made no other sound. I had hold of her wrists and tucked her hands under her ass.

I kissed her and she fought me for a moment then relented and kissed me back, I released her arms. She humped up at me with her hips, clasping me by the shoulders and pulling me between her parting legs. We were awkwardly situated, half on and half off the bed. I looped an arm around her waist and carried her more fully onto the bed. "Take of her shoes." I hissed and Laura moved immediately to remove the woman's high heels assuming her role with equanimity and diffident eagerness. 

Annie laid on the bed her legs on either side of me, knees up. I backed off of her and got to one side and reached under her skirt. She lifted and I pulled her panties away from her waist and down her slim thighs as her legs eased together. Laura stood watching us. When the panties were clear of her ankles, Annie opened her legs and moved down the bed and with her hands pulled me between them. I opened my pants and shrugged them down over my cock. Laura, pulled off my sneakers, socks and then tugged my slacks and briefs down my legs. 

Annie was panting, her body undulating beneath me. Her hand grasped my cock and she directed me immediately to her cunt. I entered her hard, shoving firmly down once I felt the lips of her pussy kissing my cock. She was delightfully tight but filled with liquid fire as I penetrated her. 

Annie grunted, jerking her hips up to greet my descent into her pussy. She groaned as my weight settled onto her. I kissed her again and she kissed me back like she had not been fucked in months but had not forgotten what it was like; contrary to her situation. I began to fuck her, the black skirt crumpled between us. She lay still, meeting me with little motions but otherwise watching my face as my cock sluiced in and out of her cunt. I began to come and slammed down into her with force. She grunted a little but lay still while I deposited my cum into her body. When the flash of the orgasm was passed, I lay atop her, my head beside her ear, panting. 

"Annie, are you okay with this?" 

She nodded. I lifted up a little and pulled the white blouse over her head. "Love it." She said softly. "Fuck me more."

I rolled off of her and sat on the bed, my cock leaning but not disappearing, smeared with our juices. Laura stared at my cock for a moment before meeting my eyes, questions in hers but hunger swirled there as well. I nodded and she got to her knees between my knees and licked the cum off my cock. In that moment, I wanted her and resolved to have her. She sucked my cock into her mouth and down her throat now with practiced ease. I waited till she had provided me with sufficient stimulation then pulled her off my cock. She got to her feet before me with some reluctance which lasted till I began to undress her. Laura seemed puzzled and watched me with growing discomfort as my hands revealed her body. She seemed uneasy about this shift in her role.  

"Annie, take off your clothes." I rasped. I heard Annie began to strip her remaining clothing off her body as I unbuttoned Laura's grey blouse, rubbing the backs of my hands against her large breasts. She sighed and her head went back when I grasped both breasts over her bra and mashed them against her chest. The blouse came off and I unhooked the bra. I felt Annie behind me. She reached around and unbuttoned my shirt pressing her nude body against my back. Laura's breasts came into view and I began to lick and kiss them. Laura shuddered, standing between my knees as I sat on the bed. Her skirt dropped to the floor and I skimmed her conservative panties down her legs to her ankles where she stepped out of them. "On the bed, Laura," I hissed. She immediately complied. Annie moved to the other side of the bed. Laura made a place to lie down and her legs opened. I moved between them, gripping her behind her knees and pulling her body towards my erect cock. She gazed at me with glazed eyes and parted lips, both. I mounted her and she squealed and then humped up at me, her hands pressed to the newly made bed. 

"Lay down, Annie." I instructed, patting the bed beside us. She did, next to Laura. The contrast was startling. Laura had huge breasts and white alabaster skin and Annie was darker, tan to brown or yellow as it were with grey tints and small breasts. Annie's nipples were nubs, distinct and erect. Laura's were just the same but mounted on much larger structures. I pulled out of Laura, moved between Annie's legs and mounted her. I noticed them link hands, intertwining fingers as they lay side by side, sharing the same man. They were neighbors after all. I thrust deep into Annie and she grunted. 

"Fuck me, Sonny!" She hissed. "Your cock feels great, great in me."

I pulled free of her cunt and moved between Laura's luscious legs. Laura placed her hands on my sides and guided me unnecessarily to that point over her crotch. My cock wagged below me and Laura grasped it, smearing the liquid there onto her hands. I descended into Laura's pussy again and she moaned and grunted as I entered her. I rose up. Annie looked at Laura's smeared hand, put it to her mouth and licked it clean. I fucked Laura for a few strokes and then moved to enter Annie again. Annie used her hand as Laura had directing my cock into her grasping pussy. While I was sinking slowly into Annie's pussy, Laura made a show of licking off Anne's little hand a finger at a time. Her eyes were glassy with need, desire and lust. 

I fucked Annie till her hips began to bounce up at me. I was shivering with the need for release. Then I withdrew to the music of her keening regret and remounted Laura, piercing her with my cock. Laura's hands gripped my shoulders. Her body arched beneath me as I sank into her pussy, her hands pulled at my waist before moving to my ass and pressing me deeply into her body, lifting her legs. She strained up at me as I shifted into her till my weight bore her torso to the bed. I rose up and plunged down. Laura's blond head whipped once to the side, looking away from Annie. I kissed her exposed neck and then marked her while she wheezed beneath me, her hands gripping but not moving my shoulders while I sucked hard on her beautiful neck, right below her ear. She turned when I released her and I kissed her, tangling my tongue with hers as my cock rose and fell, driving her hips into the bed over and over. She began to shudder and I immediately withdrew. The look of loss and lust twisted together as I climbed over her legs to be welcomed back into Annie's waiting body. 

Annie wrapped her legs around me as I entered her, pulling at my shoulders. I grasped her hands and stretched them out over her head, locking them with one hand. She lowered her legs and I wound mine around hers till she was imprisoned by my body, bound by arms and legs and cock. Balanced on my one elbow, I proceeded to hammer the woman beneath me till she began to gasp and shake, her eyes fluttering as the climax arrived. She shook and grunted a few times before turning her glazed eyes back to me. 

"Yes, fuck me, Sonny." She whispered. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me!"

I felt my orgasm approaching and for a moment, considered changing rides but it accelerated so fast I dropped hard onto Annie, grasped her ass and began to pound her with great force. Annie hissed and her legs rose up and clasped me about the waist, pulling me hard against her. I felt her body roil beneath me and then the climax collided with me and I was coming into her body. Annie writhed below me, moaning and grunting as I filled her again. 

After I became still, Laura pulled at my shoulders and rolled me onto my back. She began to lick my cock immediately. Against all expectation, I became hard again and she mounted me, taking her position over me and lowering her weeping pussy down onto my once more aroused cock. When I was firmly rooted inside of her, she turned and kissed Annie who was on her knees beside us. 

The sight of the two women, the very different physical specimens kissing each other with true, coiled passion ignited me. Annie's hands found Laura's big breasts and sought to contain them but failed, squeezing and massaging them while Laura held her head and aggressively kissed her. The sight finished inflating my cock. 

Annie returned the kiss and when they broke, Laura began to rock her hips on me, grinding us together. Annie moved to kiss Laura's tits, licking and sucking then biting the blond woman's huge, full breasts, cooing and muttering. Her small hands did not cover the breasts but appeared like they were drawn onto the sides as decoration. When the Chinese woman bit down hard, Laura would only sigh and slam her cunt harder down onto my cock. She twisted her torso to give Annie full access to her breasts. The strain seemed to arouse her more. I grasped her slender hips and began to punch my cock up at her as I pulled her down hard. Laura looped an arm around Annie's shoulders as the woman continued to suck her breasts. I began to snap my cock up harder and faster and suddenly Laura flung Annie away and began to ride me hard, hands on my shoulders to balance her thrashing hips. Her face contorted and her face screamed but without a sound. She shook and flopped forward onto me. I struggled and finally succeeded in rolling her to her back where I continued to fuck her, pounding her hard till she roused from her orgasmic swoon and began to fuck me back once more. For twenty minutes I fucked the blond woman while Annie sat and watched, finally lying beside us, stroking and touching us as we copulated. My orgasm arrived suddenly and I pumped into Laura, holding her hips against me. She ground her pussy up at me while I panted in the aftermath of my climax. After a few moments, a violent climax wracked her and she convulsed to completion as I faded. I rolled off of her and Annie was between her legs, lapping at our mixture before I lay still beside them. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 05



Poor Laura immediately began to climb to ecstasy again and when she came, she grunted and sighed. Annie withdrew and lay down on my other side. I put an arm around each woman and pulled them to me, big breasts and medium breasts nuzzling against me. "Laura, how is your weekend looking?" I asked after a long, contented silence. 

She lifted her head. "This weekend? Nothing much, really."

"Would you care to serve again?" I asked. 

For a surprisingly long time, she did not answer. Then finally, in the smallest of voices, she said, "Yes, master." I felt rather than saw Annie open her eyes, tension flickered through her nude body as it clung to mine. 

I patted Annie on the ass. "We have not forgotten you, Annie. Stay home, mind your own business and we will manage to give you what you want. Is Sid still away?"

"Till Sunday night, late." She said. "He go again Thursday. His mistress in China calls him to go fuck her. I fuck here so it is okay." 

For a moment I wondered if that was actually okay but chose rather to let it pass. "Laura, we need your house. Is Jeb going to be gone?" 

Laura nodded and Annie lifted her head to look at the blond woman. I pushed Laura onto her back and moved her between Annie and I. I took a nipple between my lips and Annie, watching me finally took my hint and followed suit. We both sucked and nibbled at Laura's nipples for a while till suddenly I bit down and Annie did also. Laura merely grunted and bucked, jerking her body under us. Annie moved down between her legs and began to eat her. I dressed while watching them. "Laura," I said, "we will be here Friday night and leave before Sid arrives Sunday night. You will be as before. Do you understand?"

Laura opened her eyes and though it did not seem like she was seeing me, she nodded. I patted her naked hip. "Time to go. I cannot leave you here. Annie, thank you for the keys. We'll all be fucking you sooner or later."

Annie withdrew her lips from Laura's drooling cunt and nodded soberly, a hand idly stroking through her own wiry black pubic hair. She rolled onto her back. 

I waited till Laura was dressed. I escorted her down and out of the house, leaving Annie lying naked on the bed she would need to wash and remake once more. 

"Mrs. Wills, we will use you and your house this weekend. I have another woman for you to serve." She nodded again, silent, subservient. Something about her in that moment stirred me and my cock reawakened but I could not take her again. I had given her sufficient attention, I feared more would spoil it for her. I bent, kissed her and left, sated for the moment. I returned to school for a late class and then studied at the library. 

I got home late so I just showered and went to bed. I woke from restless sleep with dreams one does not discuss involving Mom and Laura Wills. I expected to be meeting Mrs. Honeywell that day. I dressed for the day's main event, a suit with a tie and went off to school as soon as was practical. Class was a bore and I aced the quiz. History was not that big a deal for me. Everyone made a big deal out of the suit and tie but I told them I had an interview. Little did I know at that time. 

As I left class, Sammy caught up to me. 

"It is all set. You need to meet her today," he glanced around, "for lunch at 1:30 at The Big Bassoon, a trendy bar and restaurant downtown. 1:30, after the noon rush."

I nodded. "Thanks, Sammy!" I said seriously. I felt nervous.

"A, hey Sonny, I have to ask you something."

"Oh?" I wondered what was coming. I was surprised.

"I found a series of stories on Literotica.com called "The MILF List" and it sounds suspiciously familiar. You aren't writing up our little adventures and putting them on the net are you?"

Caught! "I, well, no, my stuff is on Amazon. I am trying to make a little scratch to go with the allowance from Mom! I write under the alias of Medium McClusky—The Pleasure Contracts. Look it up. Buy them and see if I didn't write them! Leave me a good review! They are strictly fantasy. Better than this brave new world that has such pussy in it!" That was all bogus but it was my favorite series so far on Amazon. I liked to read erotica and I was a bit surprised that Sammy did as well, but it stood to reason. I never thought he would find my recounting of the MILF adventures on Literotica.com, though! I hoped Sammy bought the disinformation.

For a moment, Sammy stared at me but then shook his head. "Christ, Sonny, you fuck with everything don't you?" He waved me off and walked away. 

I got there around 1 and there was no table so I sat on a big planter outside till I saw Mrs. Honeywell approaching. She was with a couple guys, older men, one black and one white. Suits. They seemed to be charmed or charming, I could not tell which. She stopped, pointed at me and said something and the two guys looked at me like I was a minnow in a shark tank. Alissa laughed and patted them both on the arms and came towards me. I stood up and she held out a hand. 

"Shake my hand." She said into the pause that felt awkward.

I did and wondered what that meant. 

"Come with me." She said softly and waved me towards the door. 

I glanced at the two guys and they were watching me with something really, really green glittering in their eyes. "Who are the bozos?" I asked. 

Alissa laughed. "Partners, at my firm. I told them I had a lunch meeting about, ah, well we'll get to that. They did not believe me. They think I am getting laid. If only they knew. They thought I was doing a client, who is just a really nice, married man. I told them no way but they had to come see for themselves. Now they look and feel stupid and they are. I had to fuck them both to get my partnership and that was the last taste of this pussy they ever got." She chirped a sound that may have been a laugh but it meant contempt. "Without that, given that Sam has become such a shit, they could have been sampling me easily and often but no! They had to be greedy and bitchy now they are watching and hoping. Fuck 'em. I may not last the year at this firm anyway and I have options. If it were not for Sammy I could go to LA. But let's go in."

I held the door for her and we found our way to her reserved table. 

Settled, ordered with drinks before us, ice tea for her and lemonade for me, she cupped her chin in her hands in a decidedly unprofessional manner and smiled at me. Her eyes were gleaming. "I know this was your meeting, airtight and all but I need a favor from you so, if you can wait and let the lady go first, I would like to go over something with you and see if you would, ah, consent to handle something for us. And by us, I mean them." She nodded at the two gumbies who had followed us in and stood at the door staring at us. Alissa waved her hand, a gesture generally consider to be waving them 'away' rather than something more friendly. They turned and left, neither one smiled or waved back. How rude!

"Okay. Sure." I was unprepared for this businesslike presentiment. Frankly, it rattled me a bit to see Alissa in her element. It seemed so odd to see this professional, self-assured executive sitting before me interwoven with the pictures of her screaming with passion as I fucked her, as I mounted her. It made my head spin. My cock got hard and I figured I would never make it in business if poker was the issue. Maybe I would go into movies where 'poke her' is supposed to be a parcel of success. 

"Sonny, I do not want to demean your desire to do right by the other boys, but you should not sell yourself short. You have something about the way you manage a woman that is very, very rare. Believe it or not, we MILFs have all known about it since you were a gangly kid and it always amazed us that the girls around you did not drag you off to the closet for a little hide the pickle whenever they could."

I could not help it, I giggled, rather like a little girl, I thought with embarrassment but the compliment was so full-bodied and wonderful, I was embarrassed and hoped her turn of the phrase would account for my outburst. Hearing the elegant, professional woman say 'hide the pickle' in a sentence made me laugh. I regained my composure; "Okay, well, thank you, I guess, if being oblivious does not distort the image." 

"There. That is what I am referring to; the ability to be graceful without seeming to strain at it. You are adorable and neither care who knows nor do you care if you spatter that image with self-effacing humor. I have always loved that about you, your charm is effortless. Which brings me to the subject at hand; we have, just this last week, acquired a client or actually the chance to acquire a client of some international renown. He is famous, rich, powerful and scary as hell to women but only because he is so attractive, so sexy, we figure if he looked at us wrong we would throw off our bra and rub our tits in his face till we came and that would not take long."

I shook my head. "I did not know women did that any more. Rather a lost art in our increasingly crass culture." 

Alissa sobered. "Don't push it, Sonny. Here is the deal. He has let it be understood that he is looking for a 'personal assistant' of the female gender who has no qualms about working late hours and is free to travel when he is in the country or out of the country."

"Let me see if I can translate that. She should be comfortable on her back and not have any emotional attachments or domestic responsibilities which would keep her from leaving at a moment's notice to travel the world and she should be good in bed; do I have that right? What about Mom?" 

Alissa laughed. She was genuinely amused which told me my suggestion was not taken seriously. 

"Sonny, listen, we have the need to put a woman under this man who can do all the work he needs to keep him organized when he is in the country and will be willing and able to be discreet, can be trusted and yet will still prove to be interesting once the bra comes off. The man likes tits. My partners had the temerity to suggest I should fill the position and to tell you and only you the truth, I was tempted for the merest moment. Of course my legal career would be forever over since being in that position would tell everyone I can be corrupted and I rather suspect I am too old for his tastes. At least I presume so. Still, it is tempting to be in that position, at least to me." Alissa smiled, her brilliant white teeth and sparkling eyes lit up her business face.

"And I am the wrong gender." I mumbled, letting regret shade my voice. "What does this have to do with me?"

Now Alissa looked a bit uncomfortable. "That is the tricky part. How does an internationally famous person like this man discreetly find a woman he can trust who will take it up the ass and then book his appointments with equal aplomb without needing to cavort with seedy characters? What is more, how does he find the right woman without it becoming known he is looking? If he attempts it himself, it would attract all the wrong element and complicate the process. If he uses an attorney, it is much easier to avoid the extortion or blackmail aspect of the situation. His last protégé was the daughter of a friend who owed him, we are told but the situation has run its course and she is off to the rest of her life; well compensated for her service, I might add. That was serendipity for them both and he is unlikely to able to duplicate it. He cannot do such a thing like this himself because the vetting would be, shall we say, it would be awkward for him. Why he came to us, I can only guess but we have been asked to 'handle it' and by handle it, we need to demonstrate that the woman or more likely women in question will be willing to fuck. In fact, we need to video them doing precisely that. So? How do we do that? We, who are a respectable legal firm seeking to gain access to an entertainment account that could lead to millions of dollars for all concerned if we can satisfy him? How do we managed this as a law firm? How do we get a girl's knickers off without leaving a trail the enterprising paparazzi could not find? A trail that leads to him or us?"

The light went on. "I am getting the feeling I come into the picture about now."

"Right." Alissa said. "Here is the sketch of a plan. I show you their pictures. I show them yours and suggest that you will do the 'final interview' in a very informal setting. You pick them up at the bar and take them up stairs to our well-wired suite and fuck them silly for the cameras. We send the tape to his highness and viola, you have an interview process."

"What's in it for me, besides pussy?" I held out my hands. "Don't get me wrong, I can be had for the promise of pussy but there must be something else, as a fig leaf for my self-respect."

Alissa smiled, "I never heard it called that before. She sobered and nodded. "I told them we needed something besides just that. You would see the risk of this enterprise. Anyone worth a shit would but they figured youth and dumb goes together like dumb and blond used to in the boardroom. Wrong on both counts, I think." She shrugged. "I have nothing else to offer but I am sure if you came up with an option, a suggested remuneration that would be discreet and meaningful, it would be likely I could get it for you. I say meaningful because if you are supercilious or silly, they will not take you seriously. It needs to be something they would want themselves. We need them to take you seriously." 

I missed the irony at that moment because it was yet to develop. "An internship. For Sammy." I said immediately. "He wants law school and that would be perfect, working at his mother's firm would teach him some gravitas he has not garnered yet."

Alissa would have colored if she had been colorless. The expression on her face told me she was thinking of Sammy exercising another sort of gravitas between her open legs. She collected herself and smiled, a nervous smile as though the world was able to read her thoughts. "No. That is not really feasible." She said. 

I almost made mention of her penchant for fucking her son and the temptation it could become, working with him, but demurred, acting in favor of avoiding mentioning who the MILFs may or may not be fucking when they are not fucking me. "What is the alternative? Tell them to find a place for him at a competing law firm." I said, nodding. "Does that make any sense? The other firms would think him a spy and it would be worthless to him. He is going to get an internship, this is a way they can give it to him without appearing to be manipulating either him or you. It is my demand."

"Spy? You watch too many movies. But I get your point. On the other hand, having him working in the same office . . . we would have to be very discreet."

"You need to cut him off." I hesitated, "for this to work." I finished, keeping my feelings to myself. For a moment I stared at the cleavage visible and imagined her naked and gasping with pleasure. 

"That is fine but what about you? What do you want for yourself?"

I smiled, returning to the present. "Are their wives pretty?" I asked. "By 'pretty' I mean, sexy? Or if they are too old to fuck?" I cocked my head. "Maybe their daughters would work."

Alissa goggled. "You cannot be serious." She paused, staring at me. "Jeezus Christ, you are serious. What makes you think they can give you their daughters or wives for that matter?"

I shrugged. The idea had struck me as simply the best. "It would be off the books and if it came back on them, they would be shielded, because what respectable executive would prostitute his own wife or daughter or sister—mustn't forget sisters—for the sake of a client?"

Alissa snorted. "These guys would! But, no, not possible."

"Think about it, it is exactly the kind of thing they would be expected to avoid at all costs. So it is difficult and that makes it serious. No one would believe it but they and their women would know. That makes it private. You would know of course, which gives you some leverage; so the cost would be high enough to matter but still possible. Many powerful men have women who are critical to their success so suggesting their women would be loyal enough and sexy enough to fuck to help them get this 'big fish' might make perfect sense to them. It should make sense to you, too. It gives you leverage if you can figure out how to prove it happens. It would fit with my supposed professional endeavors. Nor would they be inclined to fuck with me or you for that matter if they came through."

Alissa considered for a moment. "I doubt either of them would hesitate to pimp their wives or girlfriends out." She muttered. "On the other hand, they will have to know if they refuse you are liable to ask for something that leaves more of a trail which would put them in more danger and they are both very 'risk' averse." She shook her head then and smiled a very friendly smile. "Sonny, you are too good at this. They might do this but asking for it would demonstrate a sort of . . . what? Not class. Not understanding but something, something that fits the situation." She grinned. 

"My point exactly." I said softly. And just in case you miss the implication, if I don't get them, sister or daughter or wife, you have to stand in." I smiled. "Win, win."

For a moment, Alissa looked startled but then she seemed to relax. 

"Your firm is, Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline, which are they?"

"Bickerstaff and Kline. Peppers is the founder and is mostly retired." Alissa smiled, "He has a trophy wife that might like the idea of fucking you for the sake of the firm. I think they are a good match and there has never been any whiff of impropriety on her part but she strikes me as the sort of woman who might like that sort of excitement, if her husband requested it."

I smiled. "You sell it to them that it gives 'the client' leverage because he will know they have to keep it all discreet because they have a lot to lose if anyone gets a whiff of it. And if they don't want to, I can demand you fill in for them. Then they really owe you." 

Alissa's face fractured with amazement. "If they hesitate, if their wives or whatever will not play, they have to ask me to become your sex toy for the sake of the firm. My gawd, that is beautiful! You get to use me anytime you like and the firm will pay our way, happily, if this works. If not, then I could be out on my ass but I think they are going to do that to me the first chance they get anyway. Peppers hired me but the time is coming when that will no longer matter. I think they gave this to me with the explicit idea that it is a 'no win' situation and they could use it to dump me out of the firm!" She shook her head. 

I went on, "We have to make the pussy price high enough so that one or the other of them cannot or will not pay. Then I get you and they have to let it slide. And Sammy is at the office to keep an eye out to see if anything is getting out of hand." I thought for a moment. "I think I could get Mom to take Sammy off your hands so that does not get out of hand either." Or one of the other of our eager MILFs, I thought but did not say. 

Alissa shrugged. "I am not sure I want him out of hand."

"I don't share, Alissa." I said seriously. Of all the women, Alissa Honeywell seemed to be the type of woman I would invest time and attention in, at least for the part of my youth I was busy frittering away till something else came along. I had been toying with who would be mine to revisit once the airtight conspiracy was over and it always came back to her, partly because of what Sammy said at the very beginning but recent experience validated the idea—which was not to mitigate the other pussy in the pod. But a guy can't have everything all the time. Now, however, it was this feeling of connection I got with her, the luxury of the simpatico we shared at that moment. The others did not blend with that nearly as well, though they all seemed willing to fuck me; not an indifferent consideration. I smiled a little, letting my feeling for her show in my eyes. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 05



Alissa's eyes softened. "You are a dear man, Sonny Duncan." At that moment the food arrived.

We ate in a companionable silence for a while, commenting on the food. I thought I was biding my time but I actually waited too long.

Alissa put down her fork. "I have been thinking about our proposition and I have a great plan. I have to confess that I have discussed you with my sister, Melissa."

"Melissa? As in Aunt Missy?" Sammy had mentioned his hot aunt a number of times in terms I felt awkward mentioning to Alissa. I had met her when I was much younger and remember thinking she was hot, at the time. The terminology of a callow youth. "Melissa and Alissa? How cute!" I snickered.

Alissa did not smile. "Alissa and Melissa, she is younger than me by five years. I think, if you are going to give me to your friends, I decided I wanted to have Melissa there, to watch, to see you take me." She smiled but her eyes did not match the smile. 

"You want your sister there? To see you take on five guys? What about Sammy?" 

For a moment, Alissa's face registered surprise. "Oh shit, I never thought about Sammy being there."

"Have you been fucking him?" I asked, trying to assert myself, ignoring my earlier decision. Alissa ignored me.

She shook her head. "I was going to have her go topless but with Sammy there . . . well, no matter. She can be dressed. I would not want them to see . . . he will be naked, though, right? Perhaps you could distract him for most of the day and then Melissa could leave and he could arrive? That seems like the best solution. Saturday afternoon would be fine. That will give us six or eight hours to do the dirty. The main thing is that Missy has to watch but no one can touch her and she gets nothing, right? We just tease her all day, wouldn't that be a blast? And having her watch me, watch me, a, watch me, my gawd that would be fabulous!" Her eyes shone with excitement making her seem much, much younger. "I thought we could start with each of the boys taking me to bed and Missy could be tied to a chair and be made to watch while they fuck me. Then when each of them has had me, we get together and satisfy my obligation to you."

This woman seemed completely different from the one I seduced, the one I introduced to her son and my mother. And the one I had only moments ago separated from the pod as my designated pussy of choice. I wondered if I had made the wrong choice. Fortunately there was no record so I could still change my mind. But still, being shown to be wrong so soon after the thought entered my head was disconcerting. I thought about Laura Wills kissing Annie, her body twisting as she bore down on my cock and leaned into Annie's little hands squeezing her big tits and I got hard again. 

"Oh and you will need to restrain Missy. You know, so she cannot escape. Perhaps my fuzzy cuffs? Or scarves like you did with your, er, with Cici." She glanced around. Then smiled at me again. "This should be much more enjoyable, don't you think? With an audience?" Then her face clouded, "Unless you were thinking of inviting your mother again?" 

Caught off guard, I shook my head. I was thinking of this dynamic she was describing with Mrs. Wills in the mix and it muddled the whole picture. I had seen pictures of Melissa, Aunt Missy as Sammy called her, and she looked attractive enough, hell she was fucking gorgeous. But having her invited unceremoniously to join the MILF list seemed, well it just seemed wrong somehow. 

"Well, that's settled then. Be at my house around noon or one, Saturday?" Alissa wiped her mouth with her napkin. "You will notify the boys. Have Sammy arrive about seven and I'll see that Melissa is out of the way by then."

We finished eating, she called for the check and paid it with a credit card, giving the handsome waiter a generous tip the fact of which she made sure to mention to me. She had to leave for the office but I went to the restroom so we would leave separately. She may not have been paranoid but I was. 

It was with my hand around my cock at the urinal that I finally woke up and comprehended what had just happened. I had been . . . what is the right word? Not bamboozled. Not hoodwinked. Shit, maybe both! She had really worked me over. That was the word! Worked! I had been worked was the best way to describe it. Manipulated yes, but it was far too artful, too smooth to be manipulation. I had been worked and worked good. In the end, Alissa got what she wanted and I, I got what she wanted. I was not certain I understood all the issues with her work but as I thought about the thing with her sister, reviewing the conversation with Alissa, I realized there was a pernicious glint in the woman's eyes. Her look suggested a sisterly rivalry. She was using me, us and I was not sure I apprehended the full agenda and that made me nervous. What I did know and could feel in my bones was that I just lost control of the MILF list and that did not sit well with me. 

Suddenly I had to shit so I went into the corner stall and sat down. I took out my phone and called Sammy. "Sammy, my man . . . ." I only got to that point when he interrupted me, panting. 

"Dude, can I get back to you? I have Annie, am having Annie, how about later?"

I hesitated but then considered the effect on Annie to be interrupted or made to wait; the delay might make her more excited. "No, I need you now. Go in the other room." I waited, listening to the sound of a gagged woman grunting and whining."

"Just a sec, Sonny. I am going to give her some cock and then I'll be with you."

Rather than disconnecting, Sammy put down his phone and I heard him say, "Annie, spread your legs." A squealing sigh followed several grunts. A moment later she groaned and mewled and then came the sound of a closing door. "What is so fucking important that it takes me away from fucking Mrs. Kingston?"

I needed to shake him up a little, in order to get him to help. "Have you ever fucked your Aunt?"

Long, long silence; "What?" He said slowly. 

"Have you ever fucked Aunt Missy, your Aunt Melissa?" 

Another long pause, 'Fuck, Sonny, what are you up to now?"

I did not respond. I waited. I wanted to give him time to think of Aunt Melissa naked. 

Sammy sighed. "Okay, no, but yes, I have thought of it, many times."

"Do you think your mom would tell her about us, about me and her fucking?"

Sammy thought for moment and then responded in a thoughtful voice, "She might. I have seen them flirting with the same man before and it was fucking embarrassing. My father never likes to be around them at the same time. Once Aunt Missy rubbed her tits on his arm with Mom watching and Mom nearly ripped his head off. It was embarrassing, he did not do anything, well, nothing I could see. But Mom was fucking furious. She and Aunt Missy get together and things get really weird, like space bends." Sammy chortled. "I guess it makes sense, space-time could get really perverted if you have two black holes that close together." He laughed and laughed but then sobered up. "Sorry, I just kill myself sometimes." 

I waited till his applause for himself was past. "Sammy, can you get hold of your dad?"

"My dad, sure. Why?"

"Is there some way you can get him to come to the house this weekend?" 

Sammy clicked into the phone a couple times. "Well, he has this project and he has talked about coming back and getting some things . . . I could ask him to do it this weekend. But shit, this is airtight weekend again, right?" 

"I am working on that." I said, noncommittally. If I could not get my ducks in a row, I would cancel on the business-like Mrs. Honeywell and let her learn that way; but that struck me as terribly crude. I was looking for a more elegant solution to the forthright Mrs. Honeywell, something that would rattle her loose from the idea that she controlled the MILF list. "I guarantee you, Sammy, I will not leave you out."

"I guess I could invite him for dinner Saturday night, to talk about my future or something and then cancel while I was fucking his wife." Sammy chortled. "Don't feel sorry for my Father, Sonny, he is getting his. I found a picture of her on his phone, what a rack! She was nude with a cute little Santa hat on! A white woman with the most . . . well, with very impressive tits. Your Mom's tits are actually better which is amazing given her age, not that she is old . . . I mean . . . ." Sammy lapsed into a strategic silence. 

I was tempted to get more details but demurred in favor of trying to figure out the logistics of getting Alissa Honeywell to understand that the MILF List was not business, it was pleasure and she should not confuse the two. "Call him, right now, and see if he can be here no later than Friday."

"Oh, I have a great idea." Sammy said, excitement in his voice. "He promised to go look at cars, implying he would buy me one. I'll get him here Thursday night so we can look at cars on Friday after class. He'll stay to get his stuff, he always likes to stay at the house just 'cuz it makes Mom so nuts; he told me that once. So that will make Mom nuts and she will be happy to get out of the house and do us." 

"Don't get ahead of me on this. Just get him here, ask him to come to town but if he asks about your mom, plead ignorance. If he does not ask about her, suggest he should check with her first and insist that you need to know right now!" I waited. 

Sammy breathed into the phone. "You know I looked up that series you told me about, The Pleasure Contracts; you are right, they are fucking great at not a bad price either." He fell silent. 

I could feel the question lingering between us. Finally he spoke again.

"But that series on Literotica, are you sure that ain't us? The names are all changed and some of the details but shit it sure sounds a lot like us!" 

I felt cold so I dissembled and distracted. "Isn't Mrs. Kingston cooling off? Maybe you better go finish what you started?" 

Sammy agreed and hung up, but not before I heard the door open and Mrs. Kingston's keening in the background. He was so easy to distract. I finished my business which took while. 

I was walking out of the restaurant after polluting the men's room when she called. 

"Sonny, Sonny?" It was Alissa, right on schedule.

"Hello, Mrs. Honeywell." I said coolly. I did not like being moved around the board of life like a pawn. I wondered if she would hear the coldness in my tone. In fairness, I am not cold very often so I am not particularly practiced at giving that sort of hint so when she missed it, I could not hold it against her. On the other hand, if she had, a perfectly fine weekend could have ended up scuttled. 

"Sonny, my husband, Sam, is coming back to town this weekend. He wants to look at cars with Sammy on Friday so will pick up some stuff on Saturday. He has some things to fix at the house and is planning to do that too, while he is there." 

I waited. I was getting good at waiting, controlling the impulse to talk when I should be listening. 

"I hate to cancel, particularly where Missy is flying in." Alissa ended the sentence as though there were more, much more to add. She waited for me to add it. 

I waited. So far, this was her plan and I was not going to help her solve the problems she created. About that time, I realized that the woman had really ticked me off; funny how it took so long for that to sink in but I did not want it to interfere with getting to use her. I think I realized in that moment what I wanted and the chagrin I felt was caused by the recognition of how difficult it could prove to get Alissa Honeywell to fit with my ideal of mutual pleasure for all concerned. She seemed to like to control things, to move other people around like chess pieces. We'd see who moved who around the bedroom chess board. 

"Sonny? Are you there?" Alissa sounded irritated and a little jittery. 

"Yes." I said and nothing more. 

"Did you hear what I said? Sam is going to be at the house this weekend."

"I heard." I said. 

Alissa is not a stupid woman, not by a long shot. Her willingness to make an agenda and use me as one of the parts spoke of how she thought about me. For many reasons, I needed to change that. If her 'deal' at work was real, I needed her to take me seriously because everyone would key off how she responded to me. If they thought of me as just some dumb kid, it would never work. I needed her to fear me, just a little, just enough so it would appear as respect to those other people or her deal would never work for me. The truth? I smelled an opportunity and I wanted to make the most of it.

"Sonny, is there some place else?" She said, the first inkling that she had made a misstep tinted her tone. 

"Yes." I said and hesitated. "No problem." I said, softly. "I think I can make proper arrangements, Alissa." 

She sighed, actually sighed into the phone. "I did not want to ask Melissa to cancel . . . I do not know if she could get free for another weekend. And she would lose the ticket value if she canceled this late." 

I knew she was hedging the truth. I hate to say she was lying. Maybe she actually did think Aunt Missy would lose her ticket but I knew better. Surely an attorney would too but then again, she was a partner and partners do not make their own travel arrangements. I had to keep my sexual paranoia in check. It could have been non-refundable, I suppose.

"Oh, and Sonny, I checked Melissa's flight times and she is getting in around four. Could you pick her up for me? I have an important meeting and Sammy will be with his dad. Could you do that for me?"

For a moment, I was stunned. At what point did I become her gofer? I felt denigrated but then the light shown on my benighted face and I saw the truth shining through; or at least the gleam of another opportunity. "Sure, Alissa. I would be happy to." 

"Great! Thank you so much! See you . . . when?" 

"Friday night." I said softly, "Or whenever I bring Melissa by."

"Oh no, can you find a place to stash her till we are ready? I need to tell Sam I am going to be gone this weekend so I will need a place to stay as well. I'll leave Friday so she cannot come to the house. I'll stay with her." 

I almost said 'get a hotel' but kept my annoyance to myself. No time to be petty. The light got brighter and I almost laughed. The weekend was taking shape for me. "Sure. Where will you be, I'll come pick you up and deliver you to . . . wherever I find that will work."

"Great. You are such a dear, Sonny." And she was gone. 

I hung up. I had some preparations to make. I was about to call Sammy when my phone buzzed and it was him. I answered and listened to the noise coming from the other end of the connection.

"Suck me, Annie, suck me and if you do a good job, I will fuck you, again." Sammy was saying. 

I heard the grunted assent which sounded like it came from a woman with her mouth full which it probably did. 

"Sammy?" I said softly.

"Hey Sonny, we are good. Dad called Mom and just got back to me. He'll be in Thursday. So Annie will not get any of Sammy this weekend." 

I regretted that she likely heard that but no matter. Things could still change. "Don't count on it, Sammy. This weekend is shaping up to be a good one."

"Aaarrrrgghhhh. On the bed, Annie, you deserve it whichever way you want it. Gawd, Sonny, this woman is amazing. She is on her knees pointing her ass at me and I cannot tell if she wants it in the ass or the pussy! I love options! Gotta go!"

"Wait. This weekend, when I ask you if you want your mom, say no, pick the other woman, regardless of who I offer you."

Sammy paused in his departure. "Other woman? Sonny, what are you up to? Oh, forget it. I got it. Don't choose Mom." 

"Right. No matter who the alternative is, do not take your mother." I said and disconnected. 

I called the other guys with the same message; be at the Wills' house around ten Saturday morning and do not pick Mrs. Honeywell when given a choice. Despite their dubious tones, all eventually agreed. 

Landon asked, "Why would I ever say 'no' if you offered me Mrs. Honeywell?" 

"Because I asked you to." I said, unwilling to disclose what I was planning, in case it did not gel. 

When I spoke to Brent, something seemed off. He agreed to my simple request but was quiet after and I stayed on the line to see what was what. Finally, he spoke into an odd silence you never get between guys.

"Sonny, I know I was a little irate the other day . . . you know, about you fucking my mom . . .?" 

"Yeah." I said slowly, wondering where this was going. 

"Well, I was wondering, you know, if you would mind if I, you know . . . . " He trailed off but I could see the trail a mile off. 

"You want to fuck your mom?" I said and waited but he did not respond. "You are asking my permission? You just don't get it do you? These women, our mother's, they fuck whomever they like, with or without my permission. Turns out they fuck and like fucking more than any of us imagined."

"Ah, okay. But that is not what I was asking. Not really. I was asking about your mom. Would it be okay if I fucked her." He said. But there was more. "But Sonny, she called me. Your mother, I mean. She invited me over tonight."

I cannot really tell you what I felt but it was damn uncomfortable. Confusion and guilt and excitement all boiled into one thing that did not fit in my gut or mind very nicely. I remembered the sight of his great cock sliding into my shaking mother! I shook my head; if I started fucking my own mother regularly, then next thing you know Georgia would want . . . I let the thought dribble away. "She called you?" I asked. 

Silence. I imagined Brent nodding his big head. "Yes." His voice came belatedly over the phone.

"What did you tell her?" I asked. 

"I said I would have to call her back and hung up. Shit, Sonny, it scared me. She scared me. She sounded all . . . a . . . ready. You know what I mean?" 

I had to smile at that. I knew that feeling! And then lightning struck. I love that feeling when the perfect solution to a complicated problem suddenly appears like an angel, which in this case was a naked angel with big tits. "Weeeeeeeeeell," I said, drawing the syllable out. "Isn't that interesting. Tonight?" 

Again, silence.

This time I said , "This ain't a video phone, Brent, you have to talk."

"Right. Yes, she said the girls were going to be gone and . . . " his voice rasped over the phone but then he said in a small voice, "she asked if I was doing anything interesting tonight."

"Call her back and tell her seven-thirty. But Brent, wait a tick. Do you think Mrs. Rossini will be home tonight?"

The silence this time was much, much longer. 

"Sonny, what are you thinking?"

"I am thinking we should swap Mom's. You fuck mine at my house while I am fucking yours at your house." 

Another silence. "Why?" He asked. 

I chalked it up to just being the only thing he could think of because Brent was just not stupid. I changed tactics. "Brent, what if we fucked your mom this weekend? You know, made her airtight?" I said. 

Now the fucker really couldn't speak. 

I waited. 

When he did speak, he sounded angry. "Is this about your mom calling m. . . ."

I interrupted him with a harsh, "No! Of course not. Brent, fuck her, don't fuck her take her ass do what you like. Mom is a woman and an adult and if she decides to fuck us all on her own, that is entirely her business. And absolutely none of mine!" I felt twinges of other feelings but decided to only express the most liberal and enlightened one, at least in the opinion of my cock which was trying to make its own hole in my pants. "Listen, Brent, I want to fuck your mom tonight, while you are fucking mine. Do something, say something to let her know where you are and what you are doing. But try to make it seem like you are trying to keep it from her. If you can be that subtle," I smirked to myself at the idea of blunt Brent being subtle but even if he wrote it on his forehead that he was off to fuck Mrs. MILF, I thought I could fit that into the picture. "I will surprise her and if all goes well, I think you can have your mother tonight as well. But Brent, you have to know that I am lining her up to do the Annie this weekend."




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 06



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Wednesday, I woke alone in my bed and for several minutes tried to fight through my recollections and fantasies to figure out what was real and what was imagined. I thought of Georgia, the eldest of my three sisters and concluded that I had fucked her once but not last night, though she had been in my room, on my bed when I . . . oh yes. It was all becoming clear. Mrs. Rossini, Mom, exhaustion, Georgia's disappointment. I suddenly felt pangs about neglecting a willing woman living right in my own house but shit, I simply had too much pussy to manage the way it was. Getting the dicks of sons into the pussies of their Mom's so neither freaked out and fucked up the MILF List was a delicate undertaking. 

My phone rang and I glanced at my clock. 10:30. I must have been tired. I answered the phone's insistent trilling. "Hello?"

"Sonny? Shit, something is wrong!" 

It was Brent and the panic in his voice made my nuts shrink. "Brent? Where are you?" 

"Campus." He said but stopped. 

He went to school. Something must be wrong. "What's wrong? Why aren't you at home fucking your . . . fucking Sasha?" I changed off the 'mom' word to her name, hoping if he was freaking it would not exacerbate it. 

"She, she, I think she freaked out. When she woke this morning she was all amorous and shit and I fucked her then suddenly she seemed to wake up and she went berserk."

"What happened? What did she do?" My heart sank and I felt sick. 

"I don't know, Sonny. She just started babbling and crying and then she would kiss me and grab hold of my cock. She acted just nuts. So I got out of there. I don't know what was going on. Go talk to her, will you?"

"Talk?" I said stupidly. 

"Talk. Or whatever. Fuck, Sonny, you started this, you have to fix it."

I let the silence stretch, fighting the lurch in my gut and the anger that wanted expression. I needed to be careful, reasonable but fair. "That's crap, Brent and you know it but I will talk or whatever to your mother. But you have to know you are going to have to man up and handle this yourself eventually."

"I know but just not now." He hesitated. "Okay? You'll talk to her?"

"Or whatever." I said, not wanting to commit to something that only meant talking. 

"Right. Fuck her if that is what she needs. But . . . go see her, okay?" 

Brent sounded a little nuts himself but you help your buddies out, especially when they want you to go fuck their mothers. What can a guy do but answer when called? "Fine. I have a class at 11 so I need to get going. It may be four or so before I get over there. Is your step-father in town?" 

"No. And thanks, Sonny!" 

I just made class and aced the quiz again. I had another class, rescheduled, at 1 so just had time to get lunch. I was famished. It was 3:30 before I got off campus and drove leisurely towards the Rossini house. I had not had much time to think. People kept bothering me at school so the drive was a chance to gather my thought. All my sphincters tightened as I reviewed Brent's phone call. I took a long route but finally decided I had to just ring the bell and see what answered. 

So, I did that. 

Mrs. Rossini opened the door. She was dressed in a man' shirt and cream slacks. I liked the Contrasting affect, her breasts in a man's shirt and her womanly shape in the expensive slacks. 

"Oh gawd, Sonny, thank you for coming by." That should have been a clue but my mind was full of my weekend plans, focused on getting Natasha back into the picture. I had a ways to go to learn how to not let plans get in the way of reality, sexual reality; a sort of Tao of fucking I think. 

I decided to be both disingenuous and direct. "I can't stay, Natasha but Brent called and said," I gulped, "well, he said you were feeling a little . . . "

"Panicked?" She smiled, nodding. "Yes, well, I think I scared him. I have to tell someone something and, well, you came to mind."

I was fascinated. 

Mrs. Rossini's hands kept smoothing the diaphanous fabric along the ridges of her thighs and up beside her crotch. Her eyes kept clicking to the side. 

"What did you do to scare him, Mrs. Rossini?" I asked. 

Her fingers quite moving and her eyes licked up my body to meet my gaze. "You better come inside, even if you can't stay." 

I am not genius but even I could hear the disappointment in her voice. But it was shallow, like an oil spill over a deep reserve of eager anticipation. When the door was closed and I was inside her house, she confirmed it. 

"I, oh gawd, Sonny, I have done something horrible!" Her face betrayed her. Though her voice cracked, the ragged words held anguish and angst but her eyes were alight with excitement. She was not a poker player but I was not sure what the bet was either. 

I took her by the arm and steered her into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. I found a bottle of scotch and poured us each one and sat down. Mrs. Rossini stared at the glass for a moment but then picked it up and drained it. She tapped the lip of the tumbler again and I poured her just a little but she did not touch it again. 

"What did you do?" I asked softly. 

Natasha's big, dark eyes found me and the excitement shimmered. "Oh Sonny, I fucked my son last night." 

"Oh." I managed to not smile or smirk or anything but I cannot pretend I had any sort of poker face. "You wanted to him to fuck you, right?"

Mrs. Rossini picked up the glass and knocked it back again. She hugged herself while I unstopped the scotch bottle and poured for her again. She stared at the glass for a moment before speaking. 

"You have to promise, you must promise not to tell anyone. You have to promise! Promise me!" Her voice had the anguish in it but her eyes were still shining with focus and excitement. The incongruity confused me. 

"Okay, I promise. So what is the matter?" 

"I think my son is stupid! Or maybe he is a rapist!" She said, her voice approaching a weeping tone. 

I began to think that the shining in her eyes was not excitement but tears pending but incomplete. I got a bad feeling. "What are you talking about?" I asked carefully. She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. 

"Let me tell you the whole story. I was getting ready for bed last night." She began.

Something snapped in me and my heart went cold. Suddenly I feared that what had been so obvious to me had not been quite so clear to anyone else. Mrs. Rossini continued.

"I had just finished my shower and was going to watch TV in bed before going to sleep. I walked into the closet and the light did not come on when I pulled the chord. Then someone grabbed me, he put a hand over my mouth and then he tied me up. I was so scared, so horrified at what was happening. I was nude and I could feel the man's hard cock." 

She stopped and her eyes found me and for a long moment she stared right into my eyes and in that instant, I think I felt her horror, her fear but when my eyes cleared, all I could see was her eyes shining with excited confusion. I did not know what to say. 

"And Sonny, you know what? Do you know what I felt at that moment? When he pulled my arms behind me, sitting on my legs? Aroused!" She said it with such anguish, such shame, I felt sorry for her but I had no idea what to say or do. I waited. She continued.

"My body began to tingle and I was shivering I think while my mind screamed 'no'. My body wanted him to do what he was doing. He tied my arms behind me and then he made me get to my knees by the bed and I sucked his cock. My gawd, I cannot tell you how excited I got! I was aching to be fucked. I think I even offered to fuck him if he did not hurt me. I was so excited and scared and excited and . . . well, ashamed. I have had fantasies of a man raping me and here it was, happening to me and all I could think about was the cock I felt in my mouth and wished he would hurry and put it into me. Not my mouth, my pussy. And when he did, my gawd I think I must have come a dozen times in a single moment. I kept coming and coming as he fucked me." Mrs. Rossini stopped, her shining eyes were running tears. 

She was not finished. 

"He came in my mouth and all I could think about was watching Annie and I resolved in that moment that I would make you make me airtight. I would fuck my son and all his friends just to have this high again. I was tied and all I had to do was please this man. Did I mention he blindfolded me? I could not see anything. I talked him out of gagging me by promising to be quiet and to suck his cock. I promised! Can you imagine? I was so crazy frightened but the only thing I could do was promise to suck his cock because I did not want to be gagged. I could not stand the idea of being gagged while he fucked me. I wanted it. I wanted him between my legs but you cannot guess what he did before he fucked me. Yes, I was raped and I loved it! I felt him slide his cock into my body and all I could think about was how much I wanted it, how much I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast and fill me up with his vile pleasure." Natasha was panting now. The tears tracking down her cheeks glistened. 

I had become unbelievably hard. Had I been able to move I likely would have fucked her but hearing her tell the story, hearing her account of what I had done to her, just WOW! I sat still, afraid that if I moved I would scare her away, like I was watching a hummingbird dining. 

"He ate me, Sonny! Before he fucked me. He tied me to the bed, across it so my legs were open and my hands were stretched back over my head. I could not move and the first time his tongue touched me . . . oh my stars, I did not want to move. I held still, afraid he would just enter me but he didn't. I had dreamed of being raped with a man's tongue but always figured it was stupid because . . . well, who would do that? He sucked me and licked me and rammed his tongue deep into me and I loved it. When he quit I felt both disappointment and anticipation because I felt he had to fuck me. No man would rape a woman like this and leave her without putting his cock into her. Men can't be lesbians, right? No, that's crazy! I found I was more scared he would leave than that he would hurt me. Somehow I felt he was not dangerous, not really because all he wanted was to fuck me, to take me on my own bed and make me pleasure him and I wanted that. Gawd, I wanted to tell him I loved him and he could fuck me any time he liked but instead, instead I did something terrible, something awful. Do you know what it was?"

Of course I knew but I waited. Astonishment and her unfettered eroticism bound me. 

"I wanted to tell him I wanted him, that whatever he did, whatever he wanted to do, I wanted it too. I wanted him to know so you know what I said? I asked him his name but when he said nothing, duh! I told him I had a son and I would use his name. I called him 'Brent' the whole time he was raping me." Sasha fairly wailed this last part. "And you know what? In my mind, I called to Brent over and over again imagining he was fucking me, entering my body with his huge cock! It made me come harder and more often than ever before." She sobered. "Honey, it is was different with you. I could never have imagined being taken in my kitchen like that so when you touched me and kissed me, I was helpless and could not fight you. I let you fuck me and I loved it. I still dream of that . . ." She hesitated, her face working. She swallowed hard and continued. "Then later, when you did Annie, when I watched what you all did with her, I was so aroused I could not stop myself from giving up to what you wanted. But this time, last night, I wanted it. I pled for it. He ate me to many orgasms before he finally tied me to the bed on my knees. 

"My gawd, thinking about it makes me . . . makes me want it all over again! He put me on my knees and just waited. I started begging, pleading with him to put is cock into me, to fuck me! I was a slut, a whore or something; I was a woman primed and ready to be mounted and when he did, I think I must have blacked out! I came so hard for so long I just got lost, like I was sex drunk or something! High and unable to think or talk or anything. I lost track of time. But I remember hearing Brent arrive and then the guy was under me, and I fucked him . . . while my own son watched me!" 

Natasha then shifted onto one cheek and she ran a hand over her lifted ass. "Oh, I remember too, he beat me with his belt. My ass, he spanked me so hard and so long I thought, I thought I would die! I remember it clearly. He released my legs but all I wanted was for him to fuck me, to put his cock into me again and he did. Then he put me onto my back and pounded his cock into me and I came and came with my ass flaring hot each time it hit the bed. I remember, I remember his hands on my ass and the stinging fire that flooded my body with singing sensation so that I felt every ridge and vein of his cock in my pussy. I was crazed and a mania oozed out of me and all I wanted was to be fucked, over and over again!" She shook her head. "I cannot understand it. Seeing Annie, seeing her take all of you one after the other like that, I wanted it and I told you I did but I don't think I ever really admitted it to myself how much I wanted it! How much I needed to have an ultimate sexual experience like that. Just once, at least once anyway!" 

Natasha was babbling but coherent, rambling but focused. I just could not discern the object of her focus just yet. 

Her eyes cleared a little. "I remember, now. His phone rang and he got my . . . oh!" She looked at me as though remembering for the first time.

But by her look, I realized she was about to tell me about the dildo in her bed table and was debating if she should. The decisions arrived and she went on speaking.

"Oh Sonny, don't think ill of me but he found a straight silver vibrator I use to . . . from time to time to . . . a. . . you know, when I am alone." She stopped.

"You mean to masturbate?" I asked helpfully. 

The look on her face was pure bliss and happiness. "Yes. Yes, I masturbate sometimes. A lot really! Since the first time you touched me, Sonny, I have been masturbating all the time and more since I watched you guys fuck Annie that way! My gawd, you have lit a fire in me and I am not trying to put it out but . . . well, he found it and do you know what he did with it? The dildo I mean—but yes, he put a fire in me. He did do that. But the dildo, that beautiful silver thing, he put it into my ass! In my ass, Sonny! In my ass!" Her voice was shrill and ragged. I felt her panic but did not see it in her eyes which were wide and excited. 

She gulped air and swallowed exaggeratedly. "He stuck my own vibrator into my ass and turned it on! I thought I would die just from the humiliation but Sonny, do you know what made me relax and enjoy it? The vision of your cock ramming Annie in the ass! I replayed that vision over and over again as the vibrator rattled around in my ass!"

I thought back and found it interesting that I did not recall that I had fucked Annie's ass that night. She sucked me and I fucked her but I did not do her ass. The thought stopped me because it occurred me that I may not have had her ass at all. You know, it is a weird feeling to realize that you have been fucking so much that you do not remember if you had a particular woman's ass or not. I grunted and that seemed to renew Natasha's commentary.

"That was when he left and brought Brent back. He got under me and I fucked him with Brent watching. He must have been terrified. Maybe the guy had a guy or something but I know he just stood there and watched me fuck this guy who had been raping me for hours. Then the next thing I know he made Brent fuck me. First from behind, doggy like, and then he got under me and I fucked him like he fucked the other guy! Shit, I mean shit! I was aroused, so excited, I would have fucked the Pope, raped the Pope I mean and he would have fucking loved it. Brent is huge. Did you know . . . of course you did! You saw him fucking Annie . . . ." She stopped and stared at me. 

"Oh fuck, Sonny, I forgot something! Oh my gawd! I have been so preoccupied with, with what happened to me I forgot something. I don't know if I should be telling you this or not . . . but I think Brent was fucking your mother last night. While I was being raped . . . he tried to tell me he was going over to see you but . . . there was something about the way he said Cici would be home and he would 'say hi' for me, that did not . . . . Sonny? Sonny are you okay?"

I must have been staring because she reached up and laid her hand on my cheek. It shocked me a little and I flinched. Her face took on a look of compassion and concern. 

"Sonny, honey, I did not mean to, I mean I did not want to hurt you but I thought you ought to know." Natasha looked so forlorn and worried I almost laughed. 

In fact, I did chuckle under my breath. "Sasha, my dear mother fucked your son while I was in her ass. In fact, we all fucked her not so long ago. We 'Annied' her." 

Mrs. Rossini stared. "You mean, you mean what I saw, saw that night?"

"Afternoon." I said and immediately felt inane. What a dork!

She just smiled, a misty-eyed, barely-a-smile, smile that made me feel ethereal and light. 

Just like that, the conversation changed, though only for me. "Mrs. Rossini, I want you to be airtight this weekend. How does that sound?" As soon as I said it, I felt how ungodly insensitive it was. Here she was telling me about being raped and I was signing her up for airtight flight! What an asshole!

Her face registered the disjunction.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. Rossini. I . . . don't know what to say about the rape."

Her eyes immediately softened. "Sonny, it has helped just telling you about it, talking it through with you. You do not seem shocked at all that, that I did not hate it . . . oh hell, Sonny, who am I fooling? I fucking loved it! Having him control me like that and then giving me pleasure like he did, when he could have just jammed it into me and left me tied to my bed. No, when Brent arrived, he made him fuck me, just like I wanted. It's okay. I am not asking for you to get all weepy for me or something. How many women get their most secret fantasy to come true right in their own bedroom and then followed up by another they had not even admitted to themselves?"

"You admitted it to me." I said and once more wished I would keep my fucking mouth closed. 

Mrs. Rossini smiled at me. "Yes, I did, didn't I? And you told Brent, didn't you?" 

Now it was my turn to goggle at her. 

"Relax, he told me last night he knew I wanted him after he fucked me a couple times. He did me twice during the night, using me and then going back to sleep. I laid beside him and just felt the sensation of sleeping with my son and Sonny, I owe this to you, to you for taking me in my own kitchen and then showing me what a woman can experience with enough dick at her disposable. So, yes! Yes, to I long to be airtight and yes, to as soon as possible!" She grinned at me. 

For a moment, I searched for something sensitive to say but found nothing so I chose to press forward, take her at her word and address the issue. "Sasha, you say he beat your ass?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded. 

"Well? Did you like it?" I asked. 

She hesitated but finally nodded. "Gawd yes, especially after he entered me from behind the first time. I thought I was going to scream so loud the neighbors would come take pictures. You know I never imagined having a hot ass could be so . . . so . . . so . . . erotic!" 





Sharing the MILF List Ch. 06



"Imagine how it will feel to have a cock running into your ass after getting spanked good." For a second my 'sensitivity alarm' went off but the look of lust on her face changed the moment. 

"Oh! I had not thought about that yet. Oh my gawd, now I am!" 

I mentally shrugged. "So, if I can get you airtight this weekend, you would be willing to make your body available for our pleasure?"

Natasha stared at me, digesting my words but then she nodded. 

"And if it comes to it, heating your ass would be okay with you?" I asked the question really knowing the answer but it needed asking. 

"Heating?" Natasha said, puzzled.

"Beating, dear woman." 

"Oh. The belt you mean?" She nodded again, a bit breathless. 

One more thing occurred to me. "How do you feel about blindfolds. I did not cover Annie's eyes, frankly it had not occurred to me but I am thinking it might be . . . more interesting for you if you were blindfolded.

Something in Mrs. Rossini's eyes changed and it was like she was actually seeing me for the first time, like her brain started taking calls from something other than her thrumming clit or pulsing pussy. "Blindfold?" She said softly. A finger touched her lips and pulled at the lower one. It was such a weird motion I stared at her. She looked like a little girl, like she was channeling her memory of being a child. It looked really creepy. Children should have childhoods and leave the messy business of fucking to adults. Natasha Rossini looked all too adult. "Why not." She said, not a question. "You were not listening too well, were you? Didn't I mention that he raped me while I was blindfolded?"

I pressed the subject, eager to be sure I had not scarred the woman. "I mean, do you have any phobias or something about having your eyes covered, and your hands will be bound." I found I liked being thorough. It usually seemed to me in the past that all this sort of shit had to be a surprise or no one would go for it. But that is not the world I live in. I wanted her to be thinking about it for . . . I had no intention of telling her when her eyes would be covered or her hands tied or her ass beaten, I wanted her thinking about it all the time. It was a different sort of foreplay and I liked the idea. Suddenly I was interested in seeing if it would all work the way I was seeing it. I wanted to try it. 

She shook her head slowly, her eyes blanking as something changed again. 

"Mrs. Rossini, what is it?"

When her eyes fixed on me, whatever was happening passed. "When I was, maybe nineteen, we played a game. There were like four or five couples. One of us put on a blindfold and then stood in the center of a circle of the rest, of everyone else. Then they touched me. First it was a single hand, then it was many hands. One unbuttoned my blouse. Another lifted my skirt. We had a pot, whoever went the longest got the money. I was competitive back then. Someone ran their hand up between my legs. It was a girl and she exclaimed that I was wet! She was so surprised. I did not move. I just stood there while they undressed me, touching me, stroking me. I got so excited I think I would have fucked them all but my date threw in the towel. I was furious and there was no sex for either of us that night; it was a matter of principle. So no, I have no difficulty with having my eyes covered." 

She had been staring past me, in the past, as it were but now her eyes fixed on me. "You cannot tell anyone about that." She whispered. "I remember it so clearly, being so excited. I want to be that excited again. I felt it watching the Annie, watching her scream." 

I did not remember screams so much as grunts but who was I to correct her memories. Natasha was clearly filling in fantasies where her memory did not suffice. If she wanted there to have been screams, then screams there were. I nodded. "Good. So, you have it now, Mrs. Rossini, airtight. At some moment when you are least expecting it, expect a visit from us. Or maybe just me. Annie has been fucked, raped by at least three of us. She loves it." 

"I am sure she does." Mrs. Rossini breathed. "I am sure I will love whatever you decide to do with me." Her face changed and then she got up from the table and disappeared into a closet. She turned with a key dangling from one finger. "This is a key to the back door, there. Use that if you like, that way you don't have to enlist my own son in fucking me." She stared at me, waiting. When I did not answer she added in a small, quiet voice. "Feel free to make copies." She bit her lower lip. 

The statement was so odd, it halted my thinking. I really had not planned to stay, to linger. But something in her manner, something in her eyes . . . I actually thought to myself that it would be a crime to leave her like this. Criminal and I was not a criminal, not yet. Well, technically, I had not been caught any way. Does the tree make a sound in the forest and all that. Pussy can change your life; the euphemism for it was once marriage but I think it was always pussy. Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!

The silence between us stretched and her eyes lowered. Mrs. Rossini wore a man's shirt buttoned tight to her neck, like she was getting ready to put on a tie. It was a burnt orange-brown plaid with orange and green stripes running through it and hung on her torso, clearly too large for her. It served more as a drape than a shirt but her breasts still filled it. Her slacks were cream and loose, soft to my touch when I put a hand on her knee. Her head bowed a little more as her breathing changed. 

"Mrs. Rossini," I spoke her name. 

She looked up at me, her eyes soft, blurry. "Natasha, call me Natasha." 

"I have not had you on a bed." I said softly, testing to see if her memory was any better. The comment snapped her eyes into sharp focus, focus not recollection. 

"No, you haven't." She said. She ran a hand under the hair that fell over her eyes, flipping it back away from her face but slowly. 

"I think it is time, don't you?" I said. I really, really needed to leave, I had so much work to do but I was all het up from wrangling Alissa and the plan was formed and it excited me. I had the pieces . . . I just had to fit tabs into slots and it would all work. I just did not know how it would work when I got it together. The moment stretched. 

Natasha had not moved. Her two hands held her hair, like they were not things, almost hiding her eyes. I stood up and looked down on her. She dropped her hands into her lap and looked up at me. It was the most composed, peaceful look! It made her look angelic and I wanted nothing so much as to despoil that purity and make her howl like a demon again. I extended an hand before her eyes. She put hers into mine and stood when I pulled. She turned into my arms, pressing her ass against my engorged cock. My hand laid lightly on her hip, low, right on the point of it except with her, there was no point there, just the full curve of her body. I ran it up her side to the rib cage and from there, cupped her very full, very bare, braless breast through the heavy shirt. 

"I have told myself I should not pursue this. I have talked to myself about you and what you do to me, what you did to me, what you have done to me." She spoke to the emptiness before us while my hand rested on her breast. When it moved, she inhaled and her body seemed to relax against me. "But after last night . . . ." she began but my other hand stroked down between her legs which she opened. "Since, ugh, last night, I am wild inside. I want to be fucked, Sonny. I sent Brent away so I would not, not tie him to the bed and fuck him all day! I wanted to. Gawd but I wanted . . . ahhhhh." She sighed as my hand unbuttoned the slacks and snaked down the front of her abdomen and found the curls of her pubic hair. When I touched her pussy, she jumped and then pressed harder back against my wooden cock, fitting it into the crevice of her ass. 

"The bed." I prompted. She looked up at me. She had that 'prey' look in her eyes; the look that that said, 'you are hunting me and I am your prey and I don't know whether to fight or open my legs for you.' I like that look in woman's eyes. The measuring look of need mixed with the reservations of culture and civilization, social convention and inhibitions well-manicured but no fear, only anticipation and the clanging deafening roar of sexual need. 

"When you left me that first time, in the kitchen, I felt like I had been turned inside out. Nothing and no one looked the same. I started staring at Brent's," she licked her lips, "at my son's crotch, imagining it, him. Then, then in the basement I saw her lowering down onto him. I saw his huge cock and I got so wet. I dream about it."

"Not about me?" I asked, disappointment dripping from words, remember her early testimony and wanting to hear it again; a small vanity in a man. 

She twisted, trying to look into my eyes and smiled, an ashen smile. She lifted her chin. "I let you take me, I demanded you take me and when you all left, I came back to the house in only the nightie you fucked me in. Brent saw me and his face . . . I wanted to explain, I wanted to take him in my arms and tell him everything would be okay. He looked so . . . crushed. I swore I would not follow through on it. I swore that I would not do this to him." 

"Changed your mind?" I made it a question and dangled the key she had given me. 

"Geezus Sonny, I want my own son! I want him to fuck me. I want to fuck him!" She shivered but it was not cold that convulsed all those little muscles that make a shiver work. It was something utterly different. "Again, I mean. I'll do anything you want if you can . . . can . . . "

" . . . get him between your knees?" I finished helpfully. "Again." I added belatedly.

" . . . help." She finally finished. When my words registered, she blushed. "Me." She added, belatedly. 

My cock was so hard I thought sure I would splash her from behind. I moved my hands down to her waist and pulled her hard against my cock, crushing us together. 

Natasha moaned. She took one of my hands and moved it up her body till it covered her breast once more. She put her hand over mine and pressed it onto the stiff shirt fabric, filling my hand with the weight of her breast. My cock responded fully. 

"Have you ever seen anyone else fuck? I mean, have you ever watched another woman have intercourse?" I asked. "I mean right here, in front of your eyes, where you can touch her?" The question was stupid and I realized it only after posing it. She had seen us do Annie in her own basement. 

Natasha shook her head which seemed odd to me. 

"Brent, he fucked Annie and my mother . . . " I hesitated but then pressed onwards, "and Mrs. Wills. We, the two of us went to my house and fucked them, after I fucked you in the kitchen."

For a moment she went completely still at me. "Cheese and crackers, Sonny, you must be . . . oh, you are young! What a waste youth is on the young!" Her head lulled back onto my shoulder with a sigh, massaging her own breast with my hand. 

"Brent knows I fucked you, Mrs. Rossini." I left the statement in the air and she seemed to waver, her body swaying with the pressure her own hand created on her chest. 

Her head lifted, looking forward before us, distracted but still pressing her plush ass against my cock. "Does he want . . .?" She stalled before she could finish the thought. She seemed to emerge from the soothing zone she was in. "Of course he wants to. He did. But, Sonny, do you think, do you think it is okay if, if he, if we . . .?" 

I freed my hand and with the other took hold of the collar and unbuttoned that top, tight button. Mrs. Rossini hissed. I unbuttoned the next one. She closed her eyes. I dropped my hands and her head lulled back on to my shoulder, questioning—why don't you open my shirt all the way? She seemed to be saying. 

"Bed." I whispered. 

She did not move. 

I lifted my hands to the next button and opened it, revealing the valley of her two breasts. I touched that crease of flesh briefly then moved to the next button. Her hands ghosted my movements, touching and brushing my skin as I undid the button. And the next, and the next; Natasha definitely swayed then. She sagged against me and ground her ass back against me. When I got to her waist, I stopped, leaving the last button intact. I pressed it with a thumb and she tensed; it was near her pussy and I think maybe it touched her clit. Her hands tightened on my arms. 

"Bed." I said again. I felt certain that if she did not recognize me on her bed, last night would remain her cherished fantasy. I figured that would be fine. What a crock. Of course she remembered. I realized that she was protecting a fantasy by playing like she did not know, did not remember. 

"Yes." Mrs. Rossini breathed. Slowly she eased out of my grasp. She turned to face me, blinking her eyes so slowly it was not a blink at all but a closing and opening focusing and closing again, pressing the lids closed and opening very, very wide. When I leaned in to kiss her, her body flowed against me and she clung to me. "Yes. Bed." She sighed. 

My arms had gone around her and gripped her ass but I felt it tense and released her. She twisted away from me and with a hold on one hand, pulled me out of the kitchen down to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Her bedroom. Brent's door was closed. The door opened and we were inside. She pulled me to the bed and stopped with it against the backs of her knees. "Take me." She said softly. "I want it all. Tie me, eat me, fuck my pussy, mouth and ass. Use me, all of you. Do the Annie!" She spoke with fierce intensity while keeping her voice to a husky whisper. "I want it. However. Whenever. Wherever you want me!" 

I unbuttoned the last button. I moved away from her and began to undress. I stared at her, an image of lust, need and desire. Seeing a woman with her blouse unbuttoned, half-covering bare breasts but showing skin from tummy to neck always stopped me, grabbing my attention and focusing me. I began to remove my shirt, a stiff oxford shirt, taking my time with each button, making the minimalist motions seem like raucous action. I unbuttoned my pants and let them sag down my thighs. I pulled off my undershirt. I stopped. 

"Do you want to finish?" I asked, rubbing a palm over my very stiff, very hard cock, which tented my blue briefs. 

Natasha hugged herself. Then she got to her knees, put the tips of the fingers of both hands inside the waistband and pulled my briefs out and down, freeing my cock. Her mouth twitched while her hands struggled to get the briefs down my legs. She did not notice I did not help finally bending to push them to my ankles, tucking them into my pooled pants against the sneakers I wore. 

She looked up at me. "My gawd, Sonny, it is just like this last night. He made me knee, over there on the other side of the bed and I sucked his cock. Just like this." She smiled up at me, her eyes returned to the instrument before her. 

When her lips touched the end of my cock I thought my head with explode; well, both heads I guess. Then her tongue, gently, carefully, delicately touched the head, moving around the helmet a couple times very slowly before tracing the edge with the soft, damp pad of her tongue. I shivered. I actually shivered it felt so intense. Her hands rested on my thigh and the other hip, so gently her touch almost did not register. She sat on her knees but raised up a little to get my cock even with her mouth. Then she sucked me into her mouth, her lips smoothing along the shaft as she pressed her head onto me, fucking her face with my cock. In and out, in and out, in and out my cock vanished and appeared, her mouth and lips and tongue caressing my cock while she held my body. Her eyes were fixed on me, her face canted to look up which put her at an odd angle to suck my cock. 

I had a 'moment', noting I was nearly or practically nude while she was nearly dressed. Her shirt was open and her breasts hung clear of it, but covered at their tips, so she seemed demure while at that very moment, she was sucking my cock, her hands moving up and down on my bare thighs. My orgasm seemed to key off that sensation because I began to cum the next time her lips shifted down my shaft and the head of my cock lodged in the back of her throat. Her hands went to my cock and balls. She squeezed them as I came and I jerked and swayed. One of her hands gripped my ass and steadied me. She sucked and sucked, licking and sucking my cock as I ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed over and over. Initially she was staring up my bare body at me but then her eyes closed so I could not see any part of her soul, only her gorgeous body, quivering with need. 

I wondered if her recollection of taste was as fuzzy as her memory of other things. 

She did not release me when the spurting stopped. She continued to suck and suck and my cock responded by not responding, remaining as it was, completely hard, stiff and ready. When she was certain my cock was not going to deflate she pulled her mouth off of it. Her lips slicking along the shaft and hooking on the ridge of the head before she completely left me with a soft pop. She giggled a little and sat back on her knees, looking up at me. 

"Bed." I said again. Complete sentences seemed to be overkill. 

I helped her stand and then smoothed the shirt off her shoulders, unveiling her beauteous breasts. She watched it drop. Her eyes caught on my slacks and briefs around my ankles. She gave me a little push on the chest and I stumbled, shuffling to maintain my balance. When I felt it about to leave me entirely, I sat hard onto my bare ass. I stared balefully up at the woman from the floor and then removed shoes and clothing. Her big breasts swayed as she moved and her straight belly revealed the care she gave to her appearance. 

I got to my feet again and moved in front of her. I pulled one nipple then the other. She hugged her arms about her breasts, demure once more. I reached around her, pressing my chest against her bent wrists, and gripped her ass. I found and released the catch on her slacks. They were billowy and baggy and dropped to her feet immediately. She stepped out of them with little difficulty. She had bikini panties on, red, with just a string around the waist. I was contemplating how to remove it when I noticed the hook on the string. I fingered it and found its secret and released it. She bowed her legs for a moment and the dainty thing drifted down her legs to drape around her high heels. 

I touched her pussy, pressing the back of my hand against her. Her lips parted a bit and I felt heat and humidity. Her 'Alabama' state of mind was clear, hot and humid. Southern girls don't mind getting sweaty or hot or humid. I turned my hand and moved close to her as my finger entered her, sinking into her depths. She leaned forward and touched her lips to mine but the kiss remained incomplete as my finger penetrated deeply into her body.

"Cock." She said and her two hands grasped hold of me. 

"Bed." I responded. The chatty kathy I had fucked in her kitchen had been replaced by a woman empty of denial, full of lust. She crawled onto the bed, the long motions of a cat that made her body flex and stretch. Her breasts rolled below her, luxurious and large. I guess she used up all her words before. She bent over her own knees and flexed her ass, opening herself to me, her pussy gaping and winking with wet invitation. Then it occurred to me I had tasted her but she claimed she did not know that. I grasped one ankle and yanked. The inference interrupted her grinding pose and disturbed her balance. She rolled to her side and I pulled her to the edge of the bed. She squeaked and squawked till she noticed me kneeing between her knees, pulling her knees apart. She became quiet, still. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 06



I touched her pussy, pressing a finger against the bulging lips, outlining the inner flesh, running my finger through her curiously silken brown pubic hair. She keened and relaxed back onto the bed. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and began by kissing her thigh, inner and arch up to the point of the hip. I repeated it with the other, kneading her flesh, massaging her while being diligent about breathing my super-heated breath onto the surface of her body, all along the cleft of her cunt as I moved and hovered over her. I licked and kissed around her pussy for several minutes which brought out her verbal mastery once more. 

"Oh, oh please, oh Sonny please kiss it. You know where, you know who, you know why, please let when be now, now oh, Sonny!" Despite the begging anticipation in her voice, she kept her arms extended above her head, not touching or trying to direct my spiraling progress towards her molten center. Only her hips pulsed and tried to entice me with pressure and proximity, rising and shuddering before slowly lowering back to the edge of the mattress. I teased and pleased by turns so that when my tongue finally touched her pussy lips, her whole body quaked and a gigantic climax shook her. She gasped, she shivered, she sighed and then it was past. 

"Cock." She hissed and I had not even kissed her cunt yet. She pulled away from me, crab walking back to the middle of the bed. "Out of time, cock!" She hissed at me again, her head back as she lay back onto her elbows. 

I moved between her legs and they spread, planting her heels and lifting her pussy. I touched it with a finger. She groaned. I touched it with my cock. Mrs. Rossini screamed. I shoved my cock into her, entering her hard and fast, matching the drooling lushness I found there with straight on thrusting. Her body blossomed and arched as I sank into her. Her orgasm arrived in a flash and she was calling and crying as she flailed on her bed, convulsing in the throes of it. 

I leaned over her, feeling her breast quivering against the skin of my chest. I lifted my body up and off her crotch, pulling my cock out of her body till only the head remained lodged in her. "Mrs. Rossini, you understand that I am going to fuck you whenever I want?" 

"Uh huh." She grunted. "Love it." At that moment, her bedroom door opened and Brent stuck his head inside. She did not notice. Her body was taut, strung with heightened sexual awareness. Her eyes were closed and all she knew was the cock piercing her body fired passion throughout her flesh. 

Brent eased into the room. 

I shifted my hips up and thrust into her pussy, piercing her fully. The withdrawal was long and luscious. I held it, the head of my cock again just separating the lips of her cunt. "And with this key, I will be able to come here any time and mount you?" I said, looking at Brent. 

He winked at me and began to undress.

"Oh yes!" She groaned but I was unclear if it was an answer or a response to my descending cock. I pulled back again and waited. For a moment she waited too, unmoving, listening, still. Brent froze.

"Mrs. Rossini, you said you want it all. I take that to mean that you want them all, us all. Including your son. You want us all to fuck you, to take you, mount you, do you over and over again?" My cock descended. 

"Yes, ohhhhh gawd yes!" She growled her head thrashing back and forth as the slow penetrating cock sluiced into her body. 

"And you said you want the Annie? We will, give you the Annie but when I please. I think this weekend would be best. Saturday, maybe?" I slammed hard down into her. The quivering woman grunted and her hips rose to meet the ineluctable penetration. She grunted and groaned but made no words. I hammered her over and over again. She had no words. 

My orgasm arrived just as hers abated which fired a new feeling in her. My cock, having been pounding her to the bed, rooted in her and began to deposit load after load of spunk into her and she responded with renewed ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around me and locked me in place pulsing and pressing me deep, her hands crossed behind my neck. Her motion broke me down to lay fully on her. I kissed her lips, feeling her breasts smashed between us, careful not to pinch one of her great lovelies. She kissed back but only for a moment because a new wave of orgasm rattled her loose, tensing and shaking her with successive waves of pleasure till finally it ended and she collapsed to the bed. 

"You, you must go." She panted. "Time. Joey returning tonight. Oh fuck!" 

I bent over her. "Don't fuck your son till I say you can. Okay?"

That stilled her, she held her breath and I supposed tried to clear her sex-addled brain. Finally, she nodded. "After you say," She gasped. 

Brent was naked, out of her range of vision between my elbows even with her eyes open. He stared at me. I grinned and lifted off his mother. 

"Mrs. Rossini, it is definitely time for you to fuck your son!" I said. "Brent, she is all yours." 

I moved off of her and she looked genuinely puzzled. But then Brent came into her view and she seemed to be transformed. She rolled to her knees and crouched on the other side of the bed, looking from me to him. Her eyes were wild. 

"What is the matter, Mom?" Brent whispered. "You fucked me just fine last night."

The frantic look in her eyes passed and she nodded. "I know, son, but, but, do you know what happened to me? I was raped, remember? He forced me, tied me, fucked me."

"And you wanted it all." I muttered. Sasha looked like I had betrayed her. "On top or bottom, Mrs. Rossini?" I asked. 

She pulled her eyes off Brent's great cock, staring at me like I was a stranger. Finally she nodded and returned her eyes to his cock. "I want to be on bottom." She said softly. "I want to fuck you, Brent. I want your big, huge cock sunk as far into me as you can make it go. I want you to mount me while Sonny watches. I want him to see you fuck me . . . " her face screwed up into a grimace. " . . . like you fucked his mom last night." She lifted her eyes to look Brent in the eyes, but he was already moving onto the bed. He reached for her and she tumbled onto her back, her legs opening. The reference to my mother only seemed to fire his drive to enter his own. 

"I know you fucked her, Brent. And Mrs. Wills and Annie. I watched Annie take you and watched her scream as she fucked you. I want to see you fuck Cici and Laura and Kyla and Alissa. I want to see your great big cock slip into them all! I want to watch them squeal as you pound them senseless!" She shifted down the bed, gripped his cock with both hands and positioned it at her pussy entrance. "Now fuck me! Fuck me, Brent!" She rasped, the passion rattling in her voice. 

Brent fucked her. 

At first, his cock sank slowly into her, up and down, up and down. But then, finally she lifted her legs and the penetration was complete. She was pinned to the bed by his great spike. He bowed his back and enveloped first one breast then the other, sucking and kissing her before he took hold of her ass and proceeded to pound heavily into her. 

Mrs. Rossini screamed, her head shook and her hair flew and her heels drummed on his back, erratic strikes as he rose and fell, pumping his cock over and over into her clasping pussy. After several minutes, she thrashed through an orgasm which triggered the same response in Brent. He pumped into her over and over again, grunting as he filled her with his come. 

By this time, I was hard again. I had stood stock still beside the bed and watch their sexual collision. Nothing I had watched to that point had been as sexy as this moment. Seeing Natasha accepting her son for the first time—well the fourth for fifth but who's counting? It made me a little crazy. Once Brent quit pumping her and he flopped onto his side, his cock appearing out of her body, coated and streaked with their come, I moved to the nightstand and found what I sought. Not the vibrator, though on second thought I took that as well; it was the lube I sought. I held the tube up. 

"Mrs. Rossini, do you really know what airtight means?"

Natasha's head lulled in my direction. 

"Yeasssh." She said, sounding quit drunk. "I shnow what airshtight meanshhhh." She slurred. 

"I think you need to have a cock in your ass and one in your pussy, just to make sure. You can practice your cocksucking technique another time. Suck him. Have you given your son a blow job yet?"

Natasha rose to an elbow and her eyes seemed to clear. She stared at my erect cock. "You want to put that in my ass?" She said, doubt in her tone. 

"Airtight." I said softly. "That is our price for agreeing to come to your house and rape you like we do Annie from time to time. Remember? You said you wanted that. Someone to surprise you and eat you and fuck your cunt and ass when you least expect it?" I prompted. 

Natasha's eyes rose to look into mine. My cock felt slighted but it did not wilt. She nodded. "Oh fuck yes, I remember." She said. 

"Suck your son's cock. Make him hard. Mount him and then it will be ass time." I sounded crude but I felt crude. I want to pounce on her and fuck her quick and fast and hard and empty myself into her; heart, soul and cock but I retained control of my baser urges. "Now." I insisted. 

Brent rolled onto his back.

"Can you get me a cloth? Something to clean him with?" 

"Airtight, and Natasha, you may need to eat some pussy just to keep things even. Just as well start by tasting your own pussy. It is a simple step from licking pussy off a cock to putting your lips to her and doing what you like to see if she is built the same." My voice was slow and low, almost a croak. 

She regarded me for a moment but finally nodded. She turned to Brent, found him lying on his back. She got to her knees and moved over him. Balancing on knees and elbows, she began to lick and then suck his flagging cock. After several minutes, Brent regained his stature and she was taking a third of his cock into her mouth and throat, trying for more but backing off with slurps and licks. His cock seemed to pulse and did glisten. She did not wait but mounted him, moving up his body to position her pussy over his great spike. She flexed her legs and rose up. Brent helped by holding his cock upright which forced her to go a little higher. Finally the tip fixed into her pussy and she sank down on him. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk mmmmmmmmmee!" Natasha groaned as the great instrument pierced her body. She pulled off of it and then pressed down again several times, eventually beginning to coat his cock with her juices. After several minutes, she managed to get it to fit back into her body. The impassioned assault of earlier was replaced by a careful insertion of her son's meat into her body; a studied envelopment which I thought was going to blow Brent's mind before she even got it all to fit into her. 

But finally, she was able to sit down firmly astride his hips, grinding and hunching at the mighty cock lodged in her pussy. Then she became still and turned to look at me. 

I had moved a little away to watch the tableau develop and did so with amazement. I watched the two of them negotiating the mechanics of copulation. I could clearly see neither of them focused on the 'who' they were fucking. But I did. Seeing this mother jamming her body down on her son's cock, focused on enveloping it with her luscious flesh, watching her get him impacted in her pussy so that she sat astride of him, filled with his cock . . . it all just flooded over me and I had a moment of intense pride. Perverse, a little, I admit that but they were fucking each other because of me. They were getting what they wanted because of me. When Natasha looked back at me, her eyes shone with concentration and effort, stimulation and sensation. That a woman could fit Brent's blunt club into her body with such determination seemed beyond belief. My cock had softened in the fresh air, watching a woman mount another man's enormous cock apparently intimidated me. 

Natasha twisted her body and both she and Brent groaned with the motion. His cock formed the axis she rotated on. "Ass." She wheezed. "Ass?" She said again, but making it a question. 

I cannot believe she left it up to me, like I would refuse that offer. I moved to the head of the bed. "Suck me hard, woman." I said, trying to sound tough or something and failing. It made her smile and Brent giggled which, given his position must have required considerable effort. 

"Oh, oh gawd, Sonny. Keep him laughing. I can feel it in the back of my throat, I swear it!" That made Brent chuckle again and his mother groaned, shuddering with pleasure as the little shivers traveled up the cock into her seething interior. She recovered then bent, twisting as she did so and took the end of my cock between her lips. Something went off in my head and I think I went momentarily blind because when I next noticed anything I remember, my cock was rock hard and her mouth had it completely enveloped at a sort of wrenched angle which put odd pressure on me. 

Brent had his hand clasped to her ass cheeks and was gently undulating beneath her which caused her to emit gurgling grunts of pleasure and excitement but made her sucking on my cock erratic. I backed up and she nearly toppled over trying to keep her mouth on my cock, which I admired. I wanted to surrender to her good graces but instead, I needed to teach her ass to hold a well-intentioned cock. I moved beside them and Brent pulled her into a kiss which tipped her forward onto his chest. They disappeared into their private passion and I took that moment to retrieve the vibrator from the nightstand. 

When they parted, panting, Natasha began to shiver and shake and her ass began to buck on the cock she rode, shifting and shimmying like she was trying to dislodge it, escape or something but finding it too long to rise above, she remained pierced while the orgasm ran through her. Brent took two of the bed pillows and lifted her while she rode, stuffing them under his ass. At the last, his mother rose up on her knees to make it easier but then she lost her will and dropped heavily onto the cock in her, grunting as she did so. Her eyes where dull with passion, glistening with tension and slitted with concentration. 

Brent pulled her forward once more which, given the slight rise the pillows granted his hips, jacked her ass into the air. He widened his legs which opened his mother that much more. She slipped just a little, a small jolt which seemed to rattle her. She tensed and tried to lean back, arching her neck as she gripped her son's shoulders. I moved between his legs and put my implements on the bed. I grasped her ass and opened it.

"Oh shit!" She muttered. 

"Good question." I said. I asked if she had other needs before I fucked her ass and she insisted she was 'good to go.' 

"Shove it in me whenever you are ready." She moaned, her voice sound choked as though emerging from around the cock that seemed to run up her spine and lodge in the back of her throat from behind. Her body never stopped rocking. 

I got lube and dabbed it on the cone of her ass hole and massaged it a moment. She grunted when my finger entered her. More lube, more finger, more lube. She got still when my finger entered her the first time. She canted forward and tensed her knees, lifting her body so that Brent's cock was half in and half out of her pussy. In this position, she waited. 

The sliver vibrator was chilled in the night air and when I touched it to her asshole, she jumped but the motion only made her lose control of her muscles and her suspended body slid down the cock till she had it completely lodged inside her body once more. I pressed the tip of the vibrator into her and she lifted and pushed back at it, wanting it, desiring it, taking a few inches of it into her ass. I withdrew it and with more lube, shoved it deeper into her. She sank onto Brent's cock and offered no more help. I worked the silver dildo/ vibrator into and out of her ass till it I got it completely buried into her ass. I sat back and regarded my work. Brent hunched a little and Natasha responded somehow but not with much intent because of the dual penetration. 

When I turned the vibrator on, Natasha's body jerked and she screamed, an inchoate testimony to pleasure. Her hips shook and jerked, shivering and shaking as the vibrations rattled through her. 

"Fuck me, I can feel that in my cock!" Brent said through gritted teeth. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Natasha grunted as she began to come again. She lifted her head and kissed her son on the lips. "Fuck me, baby, fuck your mother while Sonny does my ass. I want it all, Brent baby. Fuck me." 

I am not sure what she was asking. He was hardly in much position to do much but she kissed him and raised her hips and shucked her cunt down his shaft as hard as she could. I touched the vibrator and increased its buzz. Natasha's ass began to piston up and down, chasing after a speed she could not hope to match. Finally she clinched and tensed, her whole body shaking and shaking and shaking. 

"Geezus, she is so tight!" Brent grunted. "Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me!" 

His words seemed to touch something in Natasha Rossini and she began to hammer her hips up and down with a wild frenzy. Then the orgasm peaked, she tensed and her ass dropped, slicing the cock back into her. She lay still. Brent moved up to her hips and pulled at her large ass cheeks. 

"Your turn, Sonny. Fuck my mother in the ass!" He growled. His hands pulled at her hips, peeling her open further. 

The sentiment touched me and all I wanted to do was obey. I withdrew the shivering silver from her ass. Brent pulled her ass cheeks apart again. I got to my knees behind the piked woman and touched my cockhead to her asshole. When I pressed forward, the tight heat of it nearly unraveled me. I wanted to just topple over and spurt all over the room. But I steeled my will to match my cock, pulled back, dabbed more lube around the point where we joined and shoved forward. Natasha lifted her ass and I plunged past the guardian, deep into her ass. 

Both Brent and Natasha groaned with the added weight. Brent wrapped his arms around Natasha's back, underneath her arms. "Fuck her, now." Brent grunted. 

I found my balance, rose up, pulling my cock half out of her ass and then began to slide it back into her. The feeling nearly overwhelmed me; tight and hot, my cock seem to transmit every ridge and rill of her ass canal to my brain, stimulating my cock all along the way. Out. In. Out. In. I sawed her ass a few strokes. Then I reared back and hammered her ass hard. 

"Oh, oh gawd, yes. Like that. Like that. Fuck me hard, Sonny! Fuck my ass hard like that!" Natasha cried. 

When I did, she cried out again and screamed her body tried to move, to respond but Brent held her in place. I hammered down into her, over and over again till she began to shake. I felt Brent arching beneath us. Together, we double-fucked his mother. 

It seemed like she came continually for several minutes before my own orgasm flashed through me and I felt Brent begin to erupt into the female we shared. I think it was only a minute or so because it was so intense, I was nearly erupting as soon as she first squeezed down hard on my implanted cock. Natasha was babbling senselessly, her body, twice pinned and fully filled; she could do little else besides quiver between us and feel us fuck her. She received us both and came and came and came. Her jabber finally quieted as I pulled my cock out of her ass and sat back on my heels. Brent pulled the pillows out from under his ass and lifted his knees. He humped into his inert mother a time or two but she did not move. She lay, completely open, completely spread on top of her son. 





Sharing the MILF List Ch. 07



The next two days went by, not fast, not slow. I had to work like a dervish to get ready for the weekend. The last thing I wanted was to have homework on my mind. I communicated the same idea to the rest of the guys. The last thing we needed was our MILFs worrying they were fucking us out of a good education. I got enough done so that Monday could arrive without difficulty if the weekend proceeded as I hoped it would. If I had only known, what would I have done? I likely would not have been able to concentrate and would have gotten nothing done. Yes, sometimes ignorance is bliss. So I got to Friday in pretty good shape. 

The only odd thing occurred when I was leaving the shower Friday morning, Tawny met me at the door pressed her hands against my bare chest and kissed me on the lips. Without another word, she pushed me out of the bathroom and closed the door in my face. I have to admit, I was paying so little attention to the pussies in my house, I had no clear idea of what was going on. But in retrospect, the agreement to let me come to them was likely wearing a bit thin since I was busy elsewhere, I was taking too long. I would get to them, I promised myself. I just wanted to give them my full attention and at the moment I had plenty to focus on. I had to figure out how to let them know I would not neglect them. 

On Friday, I finished up about two and drove to the airport and parked. Being in a rush usually makes me jumpy. I like to ride a calm wave of a good plan and avoid the jitters of adrenaline. However, now, I felt the adrenaline and the thrill. I had a general idea of who I was meeting and what she looked like. I picked up the flimsy sign I had made with 'Melissa' on it and went into the terminal to wait for her plane to arrive. I was barely prepared for the woman in the flesh. 

I spotted the woman in question striding down the walkway without knowing she was coming to meet me. She wore black, a flared black skirt that looked more like a European lamp shade and covered nothing. Her stockings glinted blackly on her lithe legs as she strutted towards me. Her high heels made her prance a little. I held a sign with her name on it, hoping but not really believing it was actually Alissa's sister. I wore a dark jacket over my blue jeans with the billed hat typical of a limo driver. I had no limo, Mom's car would have to do. 

Melissa's short black jacket covered her shoulders but could not contain her breasts which waved before her like an approaching tsunami. The black blouse was fitted under her arms and was so thin it was almost not there. When the jacket balked, I could see her breasts clearly through her blouse, full, taut with tapered, pointed nipples showing clearly. She stopped before me, lips parted. 

"Mrs. Arherns?" I said.

She shook her head. She tapped the sign I was holding. "Melissa." She said. 

I looked at the sign, a mystified look on my face, hiding the thrill that this woman was 'the' woman, 'the sister'. "Oh shit!" I muttered. "Wrong sign. I am sorry, ma'am! I am supposed to be picking up Mrs. Arhens, or I thought so. Just a sec." I took off the cap I wore and wiped my forehead with my forearm. I picked up the clipboard I had my homework on and studied it as though I searched through a list, running a finger down the paper. "What is today? The nineteenth?"

"The eighteenth." Melissa said, her eyes changing to one of confused concern. "The sign is right. I am Melissa."

I looked at the clipboard. "The eighteenth? Oh right! You are Melissa Crawford? The one I am supposed to fuck till she screams?"

Melissa's look was priceless. I was sure we had met but not recently, not in a several years maybe during which I had grown taller, more muscular. I am sure I was changed and the chauffer's hat and sunglasses would have fooled my sisters into looking twice. I looked good! I chuckled, and held out a hand. "Luggage, Ms. Crawford?" 

Melissa recovered and held up the bag in her hand. "I am good. This is enough." She said, her aplomb returned. "I checked nothing. And you are?"

"Just the driver, ma'am." I said. I offered to take her bag again and after a moment, she let it go and we headed for the car. I walked before her in silence. She followed and I could feel the nerves emanating from her like radiation and her eyes poking at me. I could almost hear my words echoing in her ears while she tried to convince herself she did not hear what she heard or at least, that I did not say what she heard. She appeared much younger, more innocent than her elder sister. At the car, I tossed her bag into the backseat and stood before her with my hand on her door. 

"Miss, would it be all right if I kissed you right now?" I asked. 

For a moment, she looked nonplussed. "Miss?" She responded, avoiding the question.

I shrugged. "Have it your way. Miss MILF, would you like to be kissed? Part of the service, no tip required, I assure you!" 

"Who the fuck are you, anyway?" She said, putting her fists on her considerable hips. 

I smiled my best 'I am so cute' smile. "Sonny Duncan, Ma'ma." I said. 

Her face worked. "Sonny Duncan? That Sonny Duncan? Alissa told me about you. Last night she said you wrote The Pleasure Contracts on Amazon. That Sonny Duncan?"

I shook my head but said, "That's me." The lie was getting away from me. 

She grinned. "I started reading them on my new Kindle. Pretty fucking awesome if you are a man! Pleasure contracts!" She snorted. "What woman would ever fuck whenever a man asked? Just because she signed a contract giving her body to him?" 

I felt my face heating. I had to do something to change the conversation. "Miss MILf, what about the kiss? No strings attached." I held up my hands. 

Her face left nonplussed behind and almost made it to shocked before she smiled. "From what Alissa tells me, I would be a fool to refuse. You have a reputation, buddy." She stared at me for a moment. I waited. Finally she closed the car door and nodded. I put a hand onto her waist and leaned into her. Her eyes closed as my lips touched hers. She was tense beneath my hand. With my lips laying on hers, touching but still, I pulled her a half step closer. If I was going to use this woman, she needed to get used to it and immediately. With the hand once on the door handle, I lifted her skirt and touched her between the legs. 

Melissa flinched and tried to twist away without breaking our kiss but my hand at her waist did not release her. I pulled her a bit closer, keeping my lips lightly in contact with hers though I felt her tongue touching me. Her eyes were open now. I massaged her crotch and for a moment she watched me with her big eyes before they closed and her hips hunched at me. I moved my lips away from hers enough to speak. "We are going to take your sister this weekend, often and repeatedly, Melissa. I understand you want to watch?" My fingers found the divide of her pussy and I pressed at the cloth covering it. 

Melissa moaned softly and bumped her hips at my hand. She moved her hands which had been hanging lankly at her side up to lie lightly on my chest. "Yes." She breathed softly. "Yes." Her hips pressed against my hand. 

"Watch? Or participate?"

Her eyes opened mine and she looked at me for the first time, seeing me studying her beautiful, flawless face. I touched my lips to hers again and then pulled back after the slightest pressure. 

"Participate?" She spoke it as a question.

I was about to press the issue when I felt two things, one leading to the next. First I felt the seam, the opening in the pantyhose she wore and upon exploiting it, discovered the second thing. I felt the moisture bubbling out of her body, slicking my finger as I stroked her. I pressed the winning finger into her body and Melissa grunted, widening her thighs as I entered her. She hips swung forward and my finger sank deeper into her quivering body. 

The echoing chatter of other people rang through the garage. We froze. A car started and drove away and our level of the parking garage became quiet. I heard nothing, saw no one. "Open my pants, take out my cock."

Melissa fumbled for a moment before her hands found and freed my erect cock. I put my back against the car and bent my knees, sliding lower. She stepped over my legs, straddling me, her hand remained tightly wrapped around my cock. I pulled her close and kissed her, her eyes watching my lips as they neared hers before closing as we made contact. My pants dropped down my legs. Her body neared mine, her hand moved off the end of my cock and she rose up on her toes and the wet head of my cock encountered the material covering her pussy. My finger was still inside her body. She grunted when I removed it and then she was pressing herself onto my erect cock. I wiped my sopped finger on her butt and then gripped her and lifted her body up and onto my prick. The seam parted and I was inside her in a moment, her body shivered at the contact. Both of my hands found the cheeks of her considerable ass and pulled her up, nearly off her feet. I held her high, free of the ground and she lifted her legs, her knees sliding up the outsides of my body. When I pulled her down onto my cock, she dropped her legs, my mouth sealing against hers and her arms went around me. I penetrated her and she gasped as we clinched together, joined. 

I heard voices and saw two couples exiting from the access elevator but they only glanced our way then turned the other direction. I lifted her up and turned us, her arms around my neck and my hands holding her tight on my cock by the ass. I pressed her against car and completed our coupling, shoving the remaining length of my cock into her body. Her knees rose and she wrapped her legs around me as I resumed kissing her. I pulled out of her and then pounded deep into her body, feeling the constraint of the seam gaping as her legs strained around me. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me!" Melissa muttered. " Alissa said I should fuck you if you wanted me. She said you would do this. Fuck me before we left the airport. I have been boiling hot in anticipation since I got on the plane. My gawd, you are deep inside my body, I feel your cock, your hot, fiery cock piercing me!" She kissed me and then hunched higher on my body, only touching me and the car, her feet locked behind my ass. I began to stroke into her and she lay back against the curve of the car and allowed me to fuck her, holding her, watching her massive breasts as they shimmied inside the diaphanous black blouse. 

The elevator returned and this time I heard children. I disengaged and pulled up my pants, opened the door and stuffed Messy Melissa into the front seat. I rounded the car and got inside. 

"That is one hell of a greeting." Melissa said softly. "Are you sure that is part of the service?"

I started the car and got into the night's traffic flow before I responded. 

"Do you know what this weekend is about?" I asked. 

Melissa nodded in the darkness than spoke, "I think so. Sex. Lots of sex for us all."

I chuckled. I could not have said it better myself. "This was to be about your sister. I had more or less decided to do her next. I don't know what she has told you but there is a MILF List and she is on it. We were going to make her air tight, after we all fucked her, mouth, pussy, ass, all five of us. She was to be ours, and we would have been hers. She wanted you to watch. It seemed to me that she would be turned on by your presence, that you would enhance the experience for her. I thought she wanted you to see her lose her mind in the agony of total ecstasy as a matter of increasing the thrill of being had by five guys. I say, I thought that, for a reason. I had a woman to serve us, to help keep us clean. But then dear Alissa fucked it all up."

The last words came out more harshly than I intended but being inside Melissa had fired off every instinct I had about a woman being 'good in bed'. This woman was an untapped natural resource and I wanted to tap it. If Alissa was black fire, her sister was black lava, burning hot and darkly. 

"What do you mean?" Melissa asked softly. "How did she fuck it all up?"

"Do not get me wrong, here, Missy." I said, putting the slight sneer I heard in Alissa's voice into mine when I spoke the name. "I love your sister. She is a hot property but she can be a bossy bitch when she gets into her professional setting."

Melissa chortled. "Oh, you have seen Miss 'I am the greatest', have you? Gawd, that pisses me off when she gets that way. Miss 'Mistress of the Universe' and everyone is expected to fall to their knees and worship or at least obey her every command!"

"Yes. That woman appeared. But Missy, you should get this since we have so little time together, I am in command, not your sister. She is going to learn that this weekend, if you wish to participate," I stopped. Thinking to ask it of her, to elaborate what I had in mind but thought better of it, face to face would be better than while I was driving. "What did she tell you, about the weekend?" It was a good stall. 

Melissa eyed me for a moment, curious about the interrogation. "She said she had arranged for five guys to take her and she wanted me to watch and learn." Melissa said, a bite in her voice. "I almost told her to fuck off but she had already told me about you, about how you fucked her senseless, in shackles and everything." The woman gasped and took a huge breath. "She described it in detail. I have to confess, her description was pretty awesome. Despite her other faults, she has never lied about ecstasy. When she invited me, I thought she was just gloating, not really inviting me."

"Why did you come?"

"I haven't yet." She said calmly and looked over at me with a wicked grin. "Don't get me wrong, I got really close. A woman likes a man trying to make her come, even if he fails. We appreciate the effort. But to your question," she shrugged and the motion of her breasts almost caused a wreck. I swerved and made for the restaurant where I would finalize the situation. 

She continued. "I have never seen anyone fuck, not up close. Lissa and I have talked about it forever; you know, watching each other fuck the same guy. She said we could take you all on, that you all would love to have sisters like that, right? She would fuck one and then I would and then move to the next one and I could go first. She begged me over and over, telling me how great it would be."

I smiled as I pulled off the freeway. "Your sister, has she ever competed with you, I mean, made things harder for you while pretending she was helping you?"

Aunt Missy glanced at me and I met it with one of my own before returning my attention to traffic. I pulled into the Cat's Meow, a bar and grill I liked before she answered. I turned off the car. 

"Lissa fucked three of my boyfriends in high school. She would come sailing in from college and the next thing I know, she had them in her room and I would be cooling my heels in the living room. She always claimed I was keeping them waiting so she 'heated the up' for me. I always wondered if she wanted me to break in on them but I never did. They would come down with this guilty look on their face and we would go to dinner. They were all college boys, older than me but I knew what was going on. Truthfully, it sort of excited me at the time, knowing my big sister was upstairs fucking the guy I was going out with." She grinned. "I am a little weird, I guess." She clucked, clicking her tongue against her teeth. "I never got any from any of them. They all were so nervous after she . . . did whatever she did to them, they dropped me as soon as they could. They got the wrong sister, I suppose, I suppose they thought that anyway which is weird because after she did them I certainly would have, just trying to keep up."

I nodded and got out of the car. I had one more issue I had to manage. I opened the door for her. "Call Alissa and tell her your plane is late, tell her you are going to be delayed." We waited at the car while she completed the phone call. A moment later, my phone rang. 

"Oh Sonny," Alissa sang at me after I answered. "My sister is going to be late, she missed her flight or something, can you be a dear and wait for her? She said it could be seven or eight before she arrives? Call me when you are settled. Thanks, hon!" And she was gone before I said a word. 

I looked at Melissa, miffed but not at her. "Let's get a table. There are some things you need to know." 

When we were seated and ordered dinner, I leaned on my elbows, mentally shrugging. I had to address this now. "Melissa, did Alissa mention that she was fucking Sammy?"

She rolled her eyes. "Sam? No and I doubt she is. She claims he has a blond chippy on the side somewhere that keeps his wick wet. Why? You the jealous type?"

I almost laughed. Me? Jealous? Hardly. That is a colossal waste of time. "No, Melissa, not Sam, Sammy." I said sotto voce, the tone catching her attention so she reviewed my words once more before answering. 

When the words registered, her face expanded as she gasped, her sexy mouth making a full oval before she covered it with a hand. "No shit. She is fucking little Sammy? Oh my gawd!" She muttered, staring down at the table, a hand still at her lips. The more I looked at this woman, the more I wanted to take her, the more aroused I got. She had that something, that mysterious something that became more attractive the longer I was with her'; inviting and mysteriously erotic. Her kinky hair and her large lips, once more covered with lipstick, a hot pink shade that accented her beautiful white teeth. Her eyes danced. "Fuck me, we had a bet about who would fuck their son first. I thought it was a joke but . . . no shit!" Then her eyes widened again with a new realization. "When she said she was taking on five guys, shit, Sammy has to be one of them, doesn't he?"

I nodded, slowly. "Sammy and I did Alissa together and now the rest of us were going to do her this weekend. But now I would rather we do you, let your bitch of a sister watch while you fuck yourself silly on 'her' boys. How do you feel about fucking your nephew while his mother looks on, tied to a chair?"

Melissa looked at me with absolutely no response for the longest time. I thought she was waiting for the food to come so she could have something in her mouth to help her consider the situation. But finally she spoke, "You mean to have me take Alissa's place?"

"Well, not exactly. I mean to have her watch while we do another MILF and if that goes well, if you like what you see, then you can ask for us to do you the next day. I know this is a lot to take in, but Missy, your sister was setting you up, shining you on. She wanted us to tie you up and fuck her and never let you have anything. I don't think she was going to share anything with anyone, least of all you."

For a moment Melissa's mouth worked but then she breathed, "That bitch! It sounds just like my sister. She would think that is all very entertaining, me tied to a chair while she gets cock hammered and comes over and over again. Fuck me!" Melissa's eyes began to tear up, her face actually flushed, her caramel cheeks showing pink through her light makeup. 

I held up a hand. "It is just Alissa being Mistress of the Universe but Melissa, she likes to be taken down a peg. I think this is a test to see if I know how to deal with her. If you agree to help me, I will give you the option of being airtight." Our food arrived and while we ate, I told her about the MILF List and fucking my own mother and sister and the mothers of my friends. By the time our plates were clean, Missy was staring at me wide-eyed. 

"You have got to be kidding me, Sonny. You fucked them all? My sister likes to be spanked and she has had a woman go down on her?" Melissa's voice quivered on that last phrase. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 07



I nodded. "Here is what I want to do. I want to do to you, everything that turns her on." I stopped, "Oh, we'll do anything you want that turns you on too, if it is different from your sister. But I want to make her watch you get what she wants, what she thought was hers." I could see immediately that I had engaged the woman's interest. I smiled at the gleam in her eyes. 

"Let me get this right. You want me to fuck you and Sammy and three of your friends, suck each of you off, fuck you, take you in the ass and then do you all at once?"

"Yeah, like that. If you can stand it, I want to spank you, like I did her so she sees you getting what she wants. While you are shackled." I hesitated, wondering about Mrs. Wills' beds, if they had something to tie Melissa to. That is the key. I am thinking that since you are a sister of one of the MILFs, we would all eat you. Do you like to have your pussy sucked?"

Melissa nodded slowly, like she was in a trance. "Oh, oh yes." She breathed. 

I nodded. "Then here is what is going to happen. Tomorrow, the guys are going to fuck one of the MILFs instead of Alissa with her arriving all hotted up thinking she is going to be the main intercourse. Sunday, they will have the choice of you or her and they will all vote to take you. So we will take you, if that is what you want. I'll ask you at the time. All you have to do is hand us your sister and you'll be off the hook but I really would like her to go without while you get what she thinks she should be getting."

"Oh fucking hell, that is wonderful!" Melissa muttered. "Finally every guy in the room takes me rather than my older sister! Oh gawd Sonny, it makes me wet just thinking about that, to say nothing of the actual fact that I will star in an orgy with five hot young guys like you!" Her eyes clouded. "One of them will be Sammy, though right?"

I nodded. That had to be addressed. 

For a moment she sat, her eyes distant. Finally she fixed that smoldering gaze on me. "What does Sammy think about this, have you discussed it with him?" 

I considered my responses. "Well, not really. I did not want to promise what was not mine to promise. For all I know, Lissa strung me along just to jerk with me." I did not explain why I would think that or that it would fit with her vetting of me for her company project. The thought had occurred to me. "I could not be sure you were really coming till you . . . arrived." I stumbled, wanting to be clever but my mind was too cluttered. "Trust me, Sammy will be happy to fuck you. He has been at your sister since my Mom and I introduced them." 

"Your mom? Oh right. She and you fucked Sammy and Alissa. I get it. Clever. Mother and son watch mother and son fuck and it seems . . . better somehow." She shook her head, smiling a private little smile. "Like seeing yourself in a metaphorical mirror. Son fucks mother."

"Is that a problem for you?"

Missy hesitated for a moment but grinned. "No. Well, I don't think so. I have thought about fucking Sammy or young guys like you before now but this is the first time I have . . . well, confronted the real possibility. You are dumping a lot on me though."

"I know, Melissa. And look, it is okay if you want to pass and let me do your sister without involving you in all this."

At that, Melissa shook her head vehemently. "Hell no, mo' fo'. I will not miss this for anything. I just had not considered Sammy would be involved. Oh shit, I remember you! You have been Sammy's buddy for years. You guys fell out of a tree one time trying to see me getting out of the shower!"

I grunted and grinned. "Right. That was me, us. I have to say that was Sammy's idea. He has had a thing for you for a long time. The question is do you have enough of a thing for him to fuck him while his mother looks on?" I absolutely could not avoid this if the weekend would work. 

There is was. Melissa Crawford sat for a while. It was a long time but curiously, I did not get antsy. I just waited. Now the plan was in place and all I could really do was ride it and the weekend out. 

Finally, Melissa leaned forward on her elbows. "I am sorry, Sonny, this is a lot to take in. I have been close to this sort of sexual event before but never so intimately connected. How about this, I will go along with you till I don't and when I don't I'll just bow out? What do you think? I just don't know how all this is going to affect me but I have to confess I am curious as hell to find out. I just worry that it will be like a bad LSD trip and I don't want to be unable to get out of it if I need to."

I considered her words and shrugged. "Ma'am, I guess that is implied for anyone and everyone involved. Don't like the scene? Split. No worries."

One last thing, Sonny, just to be even. I really would like to see you fuck your mother, particularly since Alissa may not be fucking her Sammy, if I get your drift." 

"Geezus, my mom and I are really in demand." I muttered but not so she could hear. "Fine. My mom seems, somewhat more willing than I ever thought she would be when it comes to this sort of thing. I am pretty sure I can get her on her back for you."

"While I am here?"

"How long are you staying?"

"Plane is Monday but I can push it a day or two. Lissa and I always do things radical like, with no plan really or at least, we rarely if ever follow the plan we start out with." She smirked. "We have gone out planning to fuck the same man several times and well, as far as I know, you are the first man who has been inside of us both." Her eyes found me. "Is that long enough?"

I nodded, "I think so."

The ticket came and she paid it for me and we left. She walked before me, her long stride made her ass shift and I wanted her, my cock grew but I knew I had to wait. We got into the car and I checked my watch. It was a quarter after six. Dark was falling and we had time to kill before Alissa would be expecting us. I had just the way to kill some time. "So, Miss Melissa, have you ever been 'right there' while another woman was fucked?"

She twisted in the car seat to look at me. Slowly, she shook her head. "No. I haven't had the pleasure. Movies don't count."

"Movies are not the same, I assure you." I felt all worldly and shit and that made me feel awkward and stupid. "How about you get a little taste of it before the main event tomorrow?"

Melissa did not respond. But she did not say 'no' either. 

I started the car and drove, eager to pursue this thought. I took out my phone and at a red light called the Wills house and told Mrs. Wills we were coming, I told her to have the uniform on when I arrived which puzzled her and Melissa. I ignored them both. 

I pulled up to the house and went around and opened the door for Melissa. I put my arm around her and walked her to the door. She rang the bell. Chris answered the door. Her eyes got wide and he stared at Melissa like she had three eyes. Of course it was because she was beautiful and smelled like aroused woman, even if he could not place the scent that emanated from every pore of her sexy body. 

"Chris. Chris? Chris!"

"What. What? What! "

"Why are you answering the door?" I spoke in a loud voice, hoping Laura could hear me. "Can we come in?"

"Oh, what? Oh, sure! Please, come in."

"Chris, this is Melissa Crawford. She is Sammy's aunt, Alissa's sister."

"Sammy's? Alissa's? Oh. Ohhhhh!" He grinned what can only be described as a predatory grin but on Chris, it appeared more like delight and naked lust. 

"Down boy. She is just here to watch." I could see the disappointment in his face so plain he could not have been more obvious using any words at all. I glanced at Melissa and found her staring at him. 

"He is beautiful. Can I have him?" She looked over at me. Her eyes were wide. She ostentatiously licked her lips. "Blond. Blue eyes. He looks delicious!" 

I almost laughed and might have done so if Mrs. Wills had not appeared from around the corner, buttoning up the bodice of her white maid's blouse, her bare breasts clearly visible through the diaphanous material. I clinched my face into a stern look and nodded. "Mrs. Wills, thank you for opening your home to us. This is the woman I told you about."

Mrs. Wills curtsied. "Please to meet you ma'am. My name is Laura, please tell me if there is anything you want."

"Show her to her room, will you." 

Mrs. Will gazed at me, confused. 

I helped. "Show her to the guest room for the moment. Melissa, are you comfortable?"

Melissa pulled her eyes off the stunning blond maid before her and looked at me. "Comfortable?"

I moved over to Laura and put a hand on her ass. She stared up into my eyes, her green eyes wide and waiting. I moved the hand under the dress, searching for undies. I nodded. "Good girl, no underwear." I pushed my hand between her legs and she had to shift her feet to allow it. I found her dripping pussy and put a finger into her as far as her clinched pussy allowed. I withdrew the finger and presented it to Laura's scarlet lips. She had on blue eye shadow and mascara, tastefully applied. She licked my finger clean. I looked at Melissa who was staring. "Get comfortable, we are going out. If you want her to lick you anytime, feel free to ask. Tell me if she says 'no', though, would you?" The implication was clear. 

Chris immediately looked crestfallen, the very meaning of that phrase 'going out' reducing him to disappointment. The women departed up the stairs, curiously quiet for two women. 

"Hurry back." I called after them and then looked at Chris who was staring after them. 

"Geezus, Sonny. What are you doing? I thought this was just our thing?"

I shrugged. "Not my doing. Alissa invited her. She started this but we are going to finish it. In about an hour or two, when I get back, you will need to go get Alissa and bring her here. Chris, when you arrive, I am going to offer you her or her sister. You ask for her sister. You understand? Alissa gets nothing this weekend." I said more than I wanted. I knew what she wanted, she wanted this, she challenged me and if I let it stand, nothing would work the way it needed to. Alissa knew that but she could not stop herself; she relied on me stopping her and I was not going to disappoint her, even a little bit. 

"Are we going to fuck her?" Chris asked. "Gawd, that would be something! What a gorgeous woman! She reeks of sex, she . . . " He stared at me. "You have been in her already, haven't you?"

"When did you get so clever?" I asked but he did not answer because we heard the click, click, click of Melissa's high heels on the stairs and they appeared. Laura's face was scarlet red. Her face was bowed to the floor. I knew something had happened but not knowing seemed so delicious I left it alone. I took Laura by the arm and pulled her into the living room and pressed her to her knees. Chris and Melissa followed and seeing Laura on her knees, glanced at each other. 

I opened my pants and offered her my still limber cock. She immediately pulled it to her lips and began to kiss and lick it. She sucked it into her mouth and began to move her head up and back, sucking noisily on my cock. Her eyes were closed but her body fairly sang with the performance. I watched Melissa, gauging her reaction which was a mixture of fascinated interest and reluctance. When my cock was hard I put it away and turned from the woman kneeling on her own living room floor. "Chris, no fucking her, hear me!" I buttoned up my pants, tucking cock away as I did so.

I took Melissa's hand and pulled her out the back door. She followed me but shambling like she was drunk. I pulled her to the gap in the hedge that led into the Kingston's backyard. I stopped and pulled Missy close and kissed her hard. 

When our lips parted, she said, "I thought we are going out."

I smiled. "We are out. Now we are going back in." She made to turn around but I pulled her through the hedge. She squeaked as we scraped through. With her hand clasped firmly in mine, I moved up onto the Kingston's deck. I peered in the little window that overlooked the Kingston's kitchen. I saw Annie at the stove. She wore a green print dress with little purple flowers on it. Her hair was down, a kinky flow of black covering her face and neck. 

"What are you doing?" Melissa whispered. 

"I am going to fuck her. Look. Doesn't she look ready to be laid?" I grasped Melissa by her shoulders and held her before the window. We could hear music coming from inside, a singer crooned in Chinese. Annie turned her face towards us without seeing us, a pot of rice in her hand; she was clearly singing along with the music. 

"What do you mean?" Melissa whispered. 

I did not answer but pulled her to the sliding door and tried it; I had the key but it slid smoothly open. I pulled Melissa in after me, stepping down into the sunken living room. She was pulling back but I did not release her. Her face was a mask of fear. I kicked off my shoes and then when we were near to the counter of the kitchen that overlooked the lower part of the room, I released her and bounded up into the kitchen. Annie had her back to me, bending over the stove. The song ended and Annie turned, her eyes became wide and she tried to scream but I was on her, turning her and encircling her waist with one arm from behind. I lifted her and she kicked, her high heels glancing off my shins. I put my hand over her mouth and she tried to bite me. I dragged her to counter, my cock pressed into her little ass. I bent her over it. She was shaking, her whole body shuddered and quaked. 

Her dress buttoned up the back. I hissed into her ear, loud enough for Melissa to hear. "Fucking be quiet." I did not threaten. I still had an arm around her waist and was bending over her. The keening against my hand stopped, she struggled but I held her tight. My hard cock pressed against her ass and I felt her lift her ass, pressing against my cock, grinding against me with obvious relish. I released her mouth and with that hand pressed her flat onto the counter top, she supported herself with her legs but only barely, high on her tiptoes. I grasped one side of the dress and yanked at it, hard. Buttons pinged around the room, the dress opened down to her waist. She had on dainty red panties. I released her with my other hand. "Don't move." I growled. With both hands I ripped the dress completely apart, tearing through the skirt. 

Annie moaned, her ass waved at me. 

Melissa stood stock still in the middle of the living room, like she was tied to a stake. She stared, one hand lying at the crease of her cleavage and the other bunched in her own skirt. 

I parted the dress, filleting it out to each side so it looked like Annie was surrounded by great green wings. I unhooked her bra and then inched her undies over her slim hips and down to her straight thighs. She hissed as they dropped down her legs. She shifted and stepped out of them but tangled a heel in them and I had to bend down to release her foot. I straightened and opened my pants and skimmed them down. 

"I am going to fuck you, Mrs. Kingston, like you like it."

"Ohhhhh." Annie wailed, tears running down her cheeks, her face towards the interior of the house. Melissa could not see her face. 

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her towards my cock, fitting it between her legs. She grunted and lifted her lower body as high as she could, then lifted one leg, bringing the knee up onto the counter beside her torso, opening her pussy to me. I entered her without further ado. She squealed as my cock slid into her still quaking body. Seated partway into her body, I halted and felt the thrumming in her flesh, the unbelievable little shivers of excitement, of fear. I looked up at Melissa. Her face was a mask, two really. One was lust and envy and the other was horror and revulsion, both fought for control of her expression. 

I grasped Annie's hip and her thigh on the other leg, withdrew my cock and then slammed hard into her, crushing her against the counter. She twisted to give me better access and I began to fuck her. She struggled to her elbows. I felt her body go completely rigid and I knew she had spied Melissa. 

"Melissa," I said softly, regarding her over Annie's bare back, "lift your dress, take off your hose and play with your pussy. Let Mrs. Kingston watch you while I fuck her." 

For a minute, about four long, deep cycles of my cock into and out of Annie's liquid pussy, Melissa stared. Perhaps something passed between the two women, or perhaps Melissa could see pleasure on Annie's face; whatever, she did as instructed. She skimmed down her hose and then pressed a finger into her pussy, while holding the black skirt over her waist, her legs in an odd configuration to allow the pose. I continued to pound Annie and about the time Melissa closed her eyes and groaned, Annie bucked and dropped her legs. Her feet left the floor and her weight shifted onto her stomach. I held her hips high and her legs wound around me, awkwardly but enough that her heels were at my shoulder blades, prodding me deeper into her tilted pussy. I pulled her back so that my balls did not get mashed into the counter and, holding her hard, pounded into her pussy. 

Annie screamed. 

Melissa opened her eyes, staring at the thrashing woman. 

"Oh yes, fuck me!" Annie whined, her voice a high squeal. She bucked as best she could, a surprisingly strong action given her position on the counter. Her legs released and she lowered them searching for the floor, her green heels still on each dainty foot. I pulled her back further and she found the floor. I let her gain purchase, grasped her hips and proceeded to fuck her hard while she fucked back at me, now well balanced on her bare legs. Her bra dangled around her upper arms. 

I was nearly at my climax. "Melissa, come here." I rasped. 

Melissa went still, then dropped her skirt and made her way to the kitchen, to stand beside me. 

"Have you ever kissed a man while he was fucking another woman?" I asked. Below me, Annie grunted which turned into a moan as I slowly fed my cock into her pussy, reversing the pace, slowing, teasing her with a slow hand. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, clasping it with a thousand fingers of pressure. "Now is your chance." I hissed.

Melissa stared at Annie's bare, straining back, watched as the little woman lifted her ass to meet my stroke before grinding her hips against me, swirling my cock inside of her body. Annie twisted to grip me with one hand, bending towards Melissa. Annie held herself hard against me while I continued to slide my cock into her body. Melissa turned back to me and kissed me, her lips open and fiery. Her tongue met mine. I held Annie still, cinched against me, her pussy filled with my throbbing cock. Melissa put a hand out and touched Annie's back, then caressed it. 

Annie grunted and then, when I pulled free and plunged into her again, she shrieked and came, her body spasmed against me, seizing me from inside as she bucked through the flashing orgasm. My climax echoed hers and I put an arm around Melissa and pulled her against us, her cunt pressed against the point of my hip which forced her covered hip against Annie's bare one. Annie collapsed onto the counter as my orgasm hit. Holding her imperfectly, using Melissa's body to bind Annie against me, I pumped cum into the oriental woman. She hissed once and then she bucked against me. I opened my eyes and could just see Melissa's hand under Annie's body. Annie rocked onto her left side, exposing her breast to the hand. Melissa grasped the gentle swell of Annie's tit, found the nipple and squeezed it hard. 

Annie screamed and her body thrashed. Melissa released it and moved her had to her hip and thus onto my other hand. Melissa pulled Annie hard onto my still pumping cock. Annie groaned and cried out something in Chinese, 'diao wu, diao wu', she chanted. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 07



I stilled and kissed Melissa for a moment before withdrawing from Annie's frothy pussy. I redressed and made for the door. "Get your stockings." I flung over my shoulder. Annie lay panting on the counter, her shredded dress under her still thrumming body. Melissa followed me out into the darkness and through the hedge. 

I stopped, my cock still pulsed from the encounter with Annie's cunt. I wanted to be sucked but could not ask Melissa. 

"My gawd, Sonny. Do you fuck every woman you know?" Melissa said as soon as she emerged from the hedge, pressing her body against me. 

I looped an arm around her waist and placed my hand on her excellent ass. I squeezed her ass cheek and she shivered, closing her eyes for a moment. "No." I said. I kissed her. "But gawd, I want to fuck you." I hissed. 

She did not respond and I pulled away and made for the Wills house. Melissa followed. I found Laura sitting on the couch watching TV and Chris in another chair flipping through TIME magazine. "Laura, on your knees." I muttered as I came through the door. She obeyed immediately and I approached her and she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I pulled out my coated dick and laid the end on her outstretched tongue. She closed her lips over the tip of my cock and slurped as she sucked me in. She sucked and licked and sucked for the next few minutes while Melissa stood beside us and watched and Chris eyed us from his chair, rubbing his own cock. 

My phone rang. I answered as Laura took my length fully into her mouth, lodging my cock head in her throat and holding me there while her throat and tongue massaged me. Her hot breath singed my pubic hair. "Hello?" I said tightly. 

"Sonny? Has my sister arrived yet?" 

I nodded, then, feeling stupid, said, "Yes. We are at the Wills house. Come when you can." 

"The Wills house? Laura Wills?" Alissa hissed, "why the hell are you there?"

I hung up and she called back. "Sonny, goddammit, you cannot hang up on me!"

I hung up and put a hand behind Mrs. Wills head and held her firmly in place, my cock fully enveloped in her mouth and throat. She blew through her nostrils and sucked air, which I swear I could feel wafting around my cock. 

My phone rang again. "Sonny, listen, wait." Alissa sounded significantly different. "Can I stay there tonight? I have a taxi coming. Sam is here and I have got to get the hell out of here! I cannot stay in a local hotel."

"Stay here? Why not at a hotel?" I asked, not really wanting an answer and paying little attention to her words on the subject. 

"I thought . . . you would find a place for us, to, ah . . . ." she petered out before she got to the words. Her voice had descended to a whisper. "Where are we going to, ah, do it?" She asked. 

For a moment I thought of keeping her in suspense but then it seemed like a lot of bother for not much point. "This weekend Mrs. Wills has opened her house for us." I said. "You know Mrs. Wills, right? Laura Wills? Chris' mother."

Silence. 

I liked the silence. "I had promised Laura she would observe us in exchange for her, a, service. She is a good subservient, likes to dress up like a maid. She cleans up after us. She was present when we fucked my mother. She toweled us off, cleaned us off and such. She enjoyed sucking Mom after we filled her and I believe Mom enjoyed it as well. I hope you don't mind. I sort of promised her."

"You did what?"

"You don't have to come, Alissa." I said, feeling down right evil. "We have your sister so we could just make do with her and Laura." 

If frigid stares could be felt through a smart phone, I felt it at that moment. 

I knew I had hit a nerve and at the moment, I did not care. It did serve to validate my read of the situation and what was required in order to make it all work. I was ready. For a moment I considered the weekend sans Alissa and it amused me. "If you would rather, I can make do without you." I said again.

"No, Sonny, this is my weekend." She said archly, her voice tart with authority.

I almost giggled, ebullient with the idea of what was in store for her. "Of course, you will get everything you deserve." I said. 

"Good. Now where do you want to meet me. I do not want to take a taxi to the Wills house."

"Go to a hotel. I will send, no, I will come get you. Call me when you know what hotel."

"The Burbury Arms." She said. "Half an hour. Don't keep me waiting." 

"Fine," and I hung up. My cock was hard. I could not decide what to do with it. I pulled free of Laura Will's wondrous mouth, her lips scraping down the shaft and over the head as I withdrew. I patted her cheek. "Good girl. Your day is coming. But not yet." 

I zipped and buttoned up. "I am going to get Alissa. You all stay here but no fucking or anything till I get back. Do you have an opener for the garage? I want to park there if that is okay." 

Chris immediately pouted. Laura brought me the spare garage door opener for their mostly empty three car garage.

"Sorry Chris, Ms. Melissa is an observer only." I did not know if they would or could resist the temptation to satisfy their needs but I left them. If they did, they did. None of my concern but I hoped I would not find them in the midst of a ménage a' trois, at least. I drove to the Burbury Arms and saw Alissa standing at the front door, next to the valet station. She looked ravishing in a professional sort of way. She wore a form-fitting mid-length black skirt which accented her hips giving them a great round shape one which her torso stood. She had a jacket of the same black material, a sort of blend of black satin fronted with a black lace which gave it depth but made it all shimmer when she moved. Underneath it all, she wore an opaque but shiny scarlet blouse with small pearl buttons. Formal, demure, business like but sexy as hell. Her hair framed her serious face. She did not smile when she saw me. 

I pulled up and helped her put her large suitcase into the back seat. We drove in silence for several minutes. 

"How long as she been here?" Alissa asked. 

"Your sister is very beautiful. I think it is wonderful that you are willing to share her with us." My cock was soft. I did not like the feeling coursing through me. I did not like feeling like I had to subdue this woman, that she had suborned my . . . my thoughts ground to a halt. Authority, I was going to say authority, in my head it echoed. What authority did I have? And there it was, the issue. Suddenly I felt better, filled with first the poised feeling of certainty that I understood the situation. Then came the elation that I was going to give to Alissa her best sexual experience of her life. That was my authority. And she would bow to it and give herself to that authority once she understood what was in it for her. 

"You cannot be serious." Alissa whispered. "You are not going to do that are you?"

I just drove, immersed in my own thoughts, while my cock gradually became hard, harder and then the hardest it could ever be. Though I was not really trying to psyche her out, I think Alissa was a little freaked by my silence. I had been so sweet with her before then. She had no idea what was coming. 

"Sonny?" She finally said as we approached the Wills house.

"Did you bring your toys, the shackles?" I asked, suddenly.

She nodded but I did not acknowledge her. So she said, "Yes, the cuffs, and some other stuff. It's all in the bag." 

I liked her apparent diffidence but I did not trust it. I kept thinking of the two partners leering at her, wondering if she was telling the truth that she fucked them for her partnership. We arrived at the Wills household and I pulled into the garage. When I turned off the car, we sat in the dirty light of the single incandescent bulb till it blinked out. 

"Sonny, what is the matter." Alissa asked. I had not touched her. Her hand sought my arm in the dimness. 

"I am just thinking about how the weekend needs to go, Alissa. I want to give you the most sexual excitement you can stand." I said, but did not add, 'just not this weekend.' My mind was awhirl but I moved out of the contemplation and got out of the car, got her baggage. "Have you showered?" He asked. 

"Yes. I am very, very, squeaky clean." Her tone was light but her voice was tight despite it. She followed me into the kitchen. We looped into the living room to find her sister on her knees sucking Chris' cock. I was disappointed but then figured I would delay the moment I envisioned for Alissa. I cleared my throat and Chris opened his eyes and Melissa lifted her mouth off his cock. "Alissa, do you have the set of cuffs?" When she nodded, I said, "Get them out, will you." She did, two sets. I tossed them on the couch beside Chris. "Take Mrs. Crawford up and fasten her to your mom's bed, would you? Then take your mother into one of the guest rooms and hook her up there, okay. You can fuck Melissa once she is bound up if you like but do not come inside her, okay?"

Alissa listened with her mouth open. When she started to speak I turned to her and pulled her away from her suitcase. I skimmed off her business jacket and unbuttoned her scarlet blouse down to her waist and rubbed her breasts through her bra. My cock swelled and I wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her then but I knew that would not be nearly as much fun as what I had in mind, not in the long run. In the long run, I wanted her for myself and I wanted her to know that she was mine and not to ever get confused about that again. I slipped a finger between her breasts, hooking it on the wire between her full cups and pulled her closer. "Come with me." 

I went out the back door again, to the gap in the hedge and through to the Kingston's yard, again. I left her blouse open and she bunched her arms to her breasts as she followed me, trying to make sure I didn't break the wire on her expensive bra. The lights were off downstairs but on in the second floor windows. Alissa fought through the hedge. "What are you doing?" She hissed. 

She held her blouse closed. I separated it and pushed my hands under the cups of her bra. There was nearly no room but I managed to press them over her breasts so I could squeeze and stroke them in the darkness. She moaned and moved closer to me, her hands fluttering at my shoulders. I moved out of her grasp and dashed up to the sliding back door of the Kingston residence. Alissa followed me, her breasts waving in the gloom, her bra up at her neck. I tried the door. It was locked. 

Good, I thought. Dear Annie is not expecting any more attention.

"What are you doing." Alissa hissed. 

I removed the key from my pocket and opened the door, carefully, quietly, hiding what I was doing so Alissa could not see. Alissa started to say something but I kissed her. "Something special for you." I whispered and slipped into the silent house. I hesitated for a moment and heard the vague sound of a shower upstairs. I removed my shoes and went to the stairs and eased my way up to the next floor. There was a dim light from Annie's bedroom. I went to the door and eased it open. No one was in the room. The door to the adjoining bath was cracked and wisps of steam escaped into the bedroom. I could hear the shower running. I undressed, tossing my clothes onto a chair by the door. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Sonny?" Alissa whispered, pulling my ear to her lips to speak but then licking that ear. She panted Her conservative black skirt cloaked her, she had left open blouse open, unbuttoned to her waist. I bent and took one breast into my mouth sucking on her hard. Alissa grunted and gasped, her hand gripped my shoulders hard but she did not resist. I felt the tremor of adrenaline in her hands but she held me in place. My lips released her and she responded with an audible sigh which, as it got louder, she bit off into a panting, gasping silence. I pulled it up and found she wore pantyhose. I found the waistband and pulled it down her hips, skimmed it down her thighs and off her bare feet; she had left her shoes with mine downstairs. I could feel her shaking. When I had her legs and pussy bare, I stood up. I ran a finger along her pouting cleft then pulled her skirt down, needing to work to get it back into place. It was tight and she filled it well. I wanted her so much then but I refused us both. Her eyes were wild and she trembled but she did not move. 

"Sonny!" She whispered. Her voice blended with the rush of the shower coming from the bathroom. 

I leaned into her, taking her by the hair and holding her ear next to my lips. "Shut the fuck up or I swear I will tie you to a chair and all you get to do is listen. Now watch and enjoy." I slithered out of the rest of my clothing and stood before her, naked. She gazed down at my cock, the end glistened with my anticipation. I moved to the bathroom door and opened it a little. Through the mist, I saw nothing. The shower was one of those walk around jobs without a door. I padded to the bed and pulled the sheets down. I heard something in the house but chalked it up to the wind or something. Alissa had not moved from her place at the end of the make-up table. Her breast were still bare, she still had not put the bar back into place. She watched me with a mixture of horror and fascination. I pulled the pillowcase from one of the pillows and yanked the tie from the fluffy green robe hanging on the foot of the bed. 

I glanced at Alissa. She shook her head. She mouthed something to me which may have been 'I am an attorney' but I was not sure. I crossed my wrists and held them up. Her lips clamped shut, her eyes fiery, intense. I stared at her till the water stopped, but she chewed her lower lip to keep it from quivering. 

I moved stealthily to the bathroom door. Annie emerged from the steam, a towel draped over her head which she used to vigorously rub her mane of long kinky black hair. Water beaded on her naked, lithe body, her pussy was bare now, shaved clean. She must have done it just now because she had a healthy bush when I fucked her earlier in the evening. She turned her back to the door. I had rolled the pillowcase up so it formed a small bag in my hands. I moved quickly through the door. She may have heard me but I had the bag over her head, forcing her arms down her body before she could sense my arrival. She squeaked. I bore her to the floor, pulling her arms behind her and tying them with the sash, thinking I was getting good at this.

"Not a sound, lady!" I hissed. "Or I swear I will hurt you. Shut the fuck up!" 

Annie groaned as I sat on her hips while I tied her. Another wrap, a silk kimono hung next to the shower. I pulled the belt from it and bound it around her head, pulling it into her mouth and tying it tightly. She struggled at little and cracked her forehead on the stone floor which calmed her inclination to fight me. I pulled her to her feet, she struggle to find her balance. 

I pulled her into the other room, half walking, half dragging her to the bed. Alissa stood with her hands over her face, fingers extended up onto each cheek while her eyes followed my every move. I grinned at her. She provided no response. 

I directed Annie to the bed. I released her and she stumbled into the bed and fell heavily onto it, face first. With her arms tied behind her, she could not control her fall. Her momentum turned her on her side and then she slid off the mattress, dropping onto the carpet with a thump. She grunted and then groaned as she lay, bagged and tied beside the bed. She could likely only see hazy shapes through the pillow case. 

Grasping Annie by the shoulder, I lifted her onto the bed, her feet scrabbled below her, trying to orient her body. I dropped her on her face. She struggled, finally turning her head. I grabbed each thigh and looked at Alissa. I arched an eyebrow. 

Alissa was looking at my very hard cock. My hesitation which became stillness eventually attracted her attention and she looked up into my eyes. Her gaze pierced me. I shrugged, made a questioning gesture with my head and nodded in her direction. After a moment or two she understood. She blinked and blinked before nodding at the bound woman before me. Annie, on the bed, lifted her head, trying to look around, twisting to look about her, her voice a gurgling rattle in her throat behind the makeshift gag. When I pressed at the small of her back, she grunted and dropped to the mattress once more. I looked back at Alissa. 

She nodded, then nodded at Annie. With her luscious lips she mouthed 'fuck her' to me. 

I understood clearly. I pulled Annie's hips to the edge of the bed. She arched her body, then realizing that it ground her pussy into the edge of the bed, she reversed the motion and presented her pussy to me. I hoped Alissa did not notice or care to read the action for what it was—an invitation. I used a finger to find her opening and pierced her, shoving deeply into her. Annie's recently used pussy was molten. My cock head touched her bubbling pussy and she moaned. I shoved into her and her voice rose into a keening squeal. I pushed further into her and she bucked, grunting as I penetrated her viscous body, the clasping folds of her inner cunt. I grasped her hips and pulled her hard back onto my cock. 

She squirmed for a moment but then turned her face to the mattress and pressed it flat into the bed. Her scream emerged a muffled shriek. I pulled my ass back and shoved into her again, and again, and again. Each time, I ground my cock into her body she would shuddered and buck under my assault. I increased the pace, feeling an orgasm close by, I chased it. I hammered the helpless woman as best I could, alternating between pulling at her hips to wrench her onto my shaft more securely and grasping her lean thighs to widen them for better access to her now gushing pussy. 

At one point, I pulled free. Annie grunted and lifted her head, turning it left and right as though looking for someone in a crowd. I glanced over at Alissa and thought I saw a shadow moving behind her. She had her skirt as high up her legs as she could manage without tearing it, a hand reached through the slit on the side and worked at her pussy. She had hooked her ass onto the surface of the make-up table. It supported her. She rubbed her pussy and clit hard, making the little table rock as her body responded to what her hand was doing and what her eyes were seeing. 

Annie lifted her ass, a silent inquiry. I lifted her to the middle of the bed and in doing so, helped her struggle to her knees. Balanced on her face and one shoulder, she widened her stance, opening herself to me. I touched her gaping pussy, feeling her sloshing excitement. I shoved a finger into her and she shivered. I shoved two into her and she grunted. I moved behind her and entered her, mounting her with my most animalistic aggression. My cock disappeared into her body and she hissed through the gag, blowing through her nose before turning her face into the mattress once more and screaming into it again. 

"Oh, oh gawd!" Alissa groaned. 

I felt Annie go rigid below me. But then, as memory sifted through the blur of her position, she relaxed, arching her back to sheathe my cock more fully into her cunt. She understood I liked an audience, something I myself was only beginning to comprehend. I took firm hold of her hips and rode her hard, pounding my cock into her cunt over and over again. The smooth sides of her tunnel convulsed around my cock and the clinching itself consumed me, pulling me deep into her body. I crushed her to the bed, my ass rose and fell in short, pleasurable strokes as I poured my orgasm into her. Annie shrieked, a true shriek despite the gag and her body, feeling my release, bucked and jerked, little twitches communicating her own orgasm to me through her lean hips and thighs. I collapsed onto her, bearing her heavily to the bed once more. She gasped with the weight. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 07



"Stay home, tomorrow." I whispered in her ear, just before I pulled my cock out of her cunt. "You will be happy you did." Despite her condition, she keened and lifted her ass with me as I withdrew from her body. I wiped the goo we had made together on her ass cheek, on each thigh. I dressed, staring down at her while she shivered and humped the bed, seeking another release. 

When I was dressed, I finally looked at Alissa. Her face was a mask, still and unmoving without expression or emotion. Only her eyes were animated and alive, gleaming. She turned to leave the room. I picked up her pantyhose from the floor and followed. We put on our shoes and I followed her out the door, down the steps to the cut in the hedge. She was a smart woman and would figure out that fucking the neighbor had to be a setup but the thrill of it might remain with her. 

Through the hedge, she turned to me and pulled me into a vicious kiss. She bit my lips and pulled at my ass. "Fuck me!" She whimpered. "Gawd, I have never seen anything like that before. I want you inside me right now!"

The command put me off immediately. Had I been able, I would not have fucked her just from vexation. I took firm hold of her wrists and led her to the back door of the Wills house. I found things as I had instructed. Chris was down stairs. "Go upstairs and see what your sister looks like bound to the bed." I told Alissa. 

She looked at me for a moment. "You left her there." She whispered.

"You are welcome to go release her if it concerns you." I got no response. "Go upstairs." I said. 

The woman did so. I sat down across from Chris. 

"Dude, I am sorry. I know this is, is, is . . . . " I did not know how to finish that sentence. "Look, go fuck Annie. She is tied up on her bed. I am sure she would like to be taken again. Maybe her ass while you are at it. Just leave your Mom and the other two alone. Please, trust me this time. I think I know what I am doing. Tomorrow, believe me, you will be in better shape than I will be."

He looked up at me. "Shit, Sonny, you don't know what it is like to have her here like that and not just fuck her. I have fucked Annie a half-dozen times when I wanted to be doing Mom. It is killing me."

"When I am done, Chris, she will be yours forever. I promise. Okay, but for now, let this be. "

Chris nodded and I padded upstairs. I found that Alissa had unhooked her sister and they were in the midst of a conversation I wanted them to avoid. I patted Melissa on the head and told her to go shower and after a moment, she did. When she returned, she found Alissa and me naked on the bed. I was kissing Alissa's mammoth breasts, licking them while she cooed and groaned on the bed. When Melissa arrived, I kissed my way down to Alissa's pussy and ate her. My tongue lapped up her juices. 

"I see him kissing your pussy, Lissa," Melissa whispered. "His tongue must be going deep inside you because I can see him straining and the look of concentration on your face. I am sure if he pinched a nipple or a clit you would come, right away." 

I took her direction and did both, finding Alissa's clit with my lips and biting gently down on it while my other hand pinched her engorged nipple. She grunted and then exploded. Her hips leaped off the bed. I was kneeling between her legs. Melissa knelt and pressed her wet, naked body against my back and took a firm hold of my nearly raw cock. I knew I had fucked too much that day or was close to it. 

"I want you to enter her, put your cock in her." Melissa whispered into my ear. I stood, with Melissa still sealed against my back, her voluptuous body so close but out of reach. Alissa stared at us but then moved to the center of the bed and opened her legs again, fingering her clit while she waited for me. I shucked off Melissa and got between Alissa's legs and slipped into her body. It was like putting my cock into warm water. She ran with liquid and when she squeezed her muscles, I could feel her flooding the bed below her ass. When I hit bottom she came again. And again. Each time I slammed into her body, she exploded into a new thrashing orgasm, her body rocked and writhed as I fucked her. Melissa lay to our side and waited her turn. I knew what she was thinking but she had to know something about what I was going to do to her sister on Saturday. I wanted her to be cool and not mocking when it happened, even sympathetic. We'd see. 

When Alissa finally lay still below me, I rolled off her and lay still, panting. Alissa turned on her side and captured one of my legs with hers. Melissa matched her pose but whispered in my ear, "My turn?"

I grunted. 

But her sister apparently not as enthralled as we thought spoke into the brief silence I left there at the end of Melissa's question.

"Oh no, sweet sister, this is my weekend. He is mine. If anyone fucks him, it is me." 

I felt the anger tear through me like a fire in a dry forest but I mastered it and sat back on to my heels. I regarded, Alissa, laying with a hand between her wondrous legs, arched and open. Her gaze was hot fire. I smiled, moved between her legs and yanked her lower on the bed from where she had been sitting. I entered her with my aching cock. She grunted. I put my face next to her ear. "I know what you told your sister. If you want her to know what you intend, deny her to me now and she will know this is just a fuck away, a dry fuck for her. But let me fuck her, let me fill her up and I'll have Mrs. Wills come clean her up, unless you want to do it. That way, when tomorrow comes, she will not have a clue." I stopped my bouncing ass. "Well?" I asked. 

After a distinct hesitation, Alissa nodded. "Take her, if you want." She hissed, her voice dripping with venom I did not understand. 

She has not seen anything yet. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and sat back between her gorgeous legs. She would be mine before I was done, I told myself, mostly to justify not fucking her till I only weighed 90 pounds and was near death. Alissa was an intelligent, capable woman and making her come would be worthwhile when I finally got to it. 

"Since you girls have intruded on our little thing in order to satisfy your desire to watch either other fuck the same guys, I figure I should get to have two sisters at the same time. A sort of apples for oranges exchange, right?" I looked at Melissa and saw the raging sexual demand in her eyes. 

Melissa nodded. "Sounds fair. Whatever you want tonight." 

After a moment, Alissa nodded her head in agreement. 

I grinned and proceeded to arrange the two nude sisters side by side, hips pressed against each other. At the same time, in a move that looked curiously choreographed, they stretched their hands above their head. I moved to stand beside the bed, gazing down at the two beautiful, nude, compliant women. "Five strokes and change. I come in whoever is the lucky pussy and either the other sister eats the winner out or Mrs. Wills will fill in for you. Your choice." 

I don't like games but I really hate games I cannot win; this was one I could not lose. 

Laying side by side, the black women glanced at each other and I saw it; the flickering exchange of the challenge, the aggressive competition between them. I did not have to do this; I just wanted to fuck sisters before I fucked my own sisters. That thought nearly made me come. That was in the future as sure as the sunrises in the morning. I felt that tingle in my nuts. 

When both women nodded their mute agreement, I moved between Melissa's legs and bent to kiss her. She looped on leg over her naked sister, locking her in place. Her lips were soft, pliant and luscious. Her kiss seemed to emerge from her belly and geyser out of her like a sort of spirit of sex. Her legs opened and I moved between them. I felt Alissa's leg against mine as I got between her sister's legs. Melissa took firm hold of my cock and guided me to her pussy and she sucked me inside of her. I dropped into her like post being set, plunging through her flesh without resistance. 

"Oh shit, that's good!" She groaned, shaking my lips away from hers. "You told me he fucked good, sister." 

I pulled my ass backwards, wrenching my cock out of Melissa's molten pussy. 

"One." Alissa's voice seemed to echo about us. 

I pounded into Melissa and pulled back again.

"Two."

With Alissa counting, 'three, four and five', I fucked Melissa. 

At five I pulled out of her and moved over to crouch between Alissa's open legs. I gazed down at her body and she lifted her legs. "Get in me." She hissed, looping her leg over Melissa's twitching nude body. 

I did but not without chagrin coursing through me. Being ordered around like that, that was for someone else, not me. I fucked Alissa with five firm, profound strokes. Melissa counted but she sat up a little and put a hand on my ass and jammed me down into her sister, accenting each downstroke with her hand. At the end of the last stroke, I hesitated, grinding my cock into Alissa and then switched to Melissa. She wrapped her legs around me and kissed me hard while her sister counted strokes. I realized this was childish and I was stupid to enable it but it was too late now. 

When I next entered Alissa, I put her legs over my shoulders and bent her double. I fucked her with five more strokes and changed rides again. Melissa received me once more with her pussy and lips and her hands gripped my ass and helped shove me hard into her pussy with each stroke. The fourth told me I would not be changing rides. I hammered through the limit and on to the consummation, filling Melissa with my come for the first time. She shuddered under me despite the carping of her sister which had become just a background noise like traffic sounds from the street. I fucked Melissa with concentration, ignoring her sister and everything else but the feel of her legs and hands and lips. She seemed full of the moment and when I erupted, she met me with each shuddering stroke with one of her own. Then, after I lost all steam, she held me, stroking me and cooing like a lover while her sister fairly glowered beside us. 

I lifted my head, dreading the next moments but resolving to fix them for the long run. 

"You cheated! That was mine!" Alissa said immediately. 

Melissa sniggered and said, "It is rude to interrupt a man once he starts on the path to glory. A good way to get ignored later." She said lightly. 

"You said five and then change." Alissa insisted. 

I realized I had trapped the woman into showing this part of her character so I could go on with my plan without reservations. I lifted my head to find her glaring at me. "I'll eat you while Laura does your sister. Is that okay?" I almost added 'your highness' but refrained. 

Alissa sniffed her assent and lay back moving away from her sister's body.

When I was able, I padded naked down the hall, opening doors till I found Laura. She was shackled to a bed in a spare bedroom. When I turned on the light she blinked away sleep. I unhooked her and helped her up. She did not speak. I started to take her to the other room but hesitated. "Do any of your rooms look out on the Kingston house?" She grunted and shook her head, almost sullen. I led her back to the room and pointed to Melissa's gaping pussy. "Clean her up." I said. 

Laura looked at me with something akin to terror in her eyes. Terror or untrammeled shame mixed with lust. I waited. She looked between the two, nude black women laying on her bed. Laura's mouth moved but then something changed in her eyes. The shallow concentration seemed to drain away and she hugged herself. She nodded. 

"I will clean her." She said softly, her voice was strong, thick with arousal. But still she stared at Melissa's supine body. Melissa lay with her arms over her face, her eyes closed but her hips gently undulated on the bed. 

Finally, Laura made a place on the bed and proceeded to lick and suck Melissa. The woman began to coo and give her encouragement. This seemed to have the intended effect. I pulled on my clothes. 

"Where are you going?" Alissa demanded. 

I ignored her and padded downstairs. I did not find Chris anywhere so I went next door. I slipped in the open back door and quickly made my way to the door of her bedroom. The light beside the bed was on. Chris sat against the headboard. Annie was sucking his cock. Nearly the moment I arrived, she pulled her mouth off his cock and assumed a position on her knees with her head down, bent over a stack of pillows. Chris got behind her. He had a tube of lube in his hands and greased her ass, running a finger in and out of her ass till she was shimmering and her ass was wagging. 

Annie did not speak. 

Chris finally stopped stroking her ass with his finger and inserted his hard cock into the little woman. She grunted and buried her face in the mattress. Chris fit his cockhead and then shoved long and hard, burying his cock in Annie hard and fast. She screamed , a high-pitched squeal that the mattress completely muted but could not eradicate. Satisfied, I left them. When I arrived back at the Wills bedroom, Laura was eating Alissa and Melissa was lying on her side, her eyes closed, back to the two women. I led Laura away and shackled her back in place, more comfortable, after letting her use the bathroom. I turned off our light and settled down between the sisters, aware of the danger of such a position but, given they were both nude and snuggled up against me, it seemed like a good place to be. In that position, spooned between the two sisters, I went to sleep. I was exhausted and spent but vaguely eager for the next day, the next two days. I believed I was ready.



Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 1



From the Author: The MILF List series is proving to be very popular. This installment is broken into 3 parts since it is very long. I hope you like it. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for voting but mostly, thanks for reading. -C





Morning came with a dull steel gray light. The sister's dark bodies where draped over mine, pussies both pressed against my thighs. The chill of the morning did not penetrate our little scrum. I roused and padded naked to the bathroom. 

I released a very uncomfortable Mrs. Wills from her cuffs, leaving her grunting in relief. I requested she start breakfast and said I would send her help, hoping I could. I returned to the master bedroom, showered and by the time I emerged and put on new cloths, a polo shirt and baggy sweat pants, the smell of breakfast was wafting up from downstairs. Alissa got up when I arrived, groggy but beautiful despite the morning and went to take her shower. 

I kissed Melissa awake. She rolled onto her back. I pulled the covers down and kissed her breasts, moving up to her neck and ear. "Ready to fuck your nephew?" I asked. 

Her eyes fluttered open, fixing on me as I rose up above her to find her eyes. I did not wait for a response but got off the bed. "I can smell breakfast. Come down and eat. You will need the strength." 

I left her there, aware she might stay and confront her sister but Alissa followed me by ten seconds. Melissa arrive later, fresh from her shower. As I had instructed, Mrs. Wills was up, bustling about the kitchen, making pancakes which were good with coffee, eggs and sausage. I ate carefully, not wanting to stuff myself but finding myself ravenous. Alissa arrived and joined us. After I was finished, Chris appeared. 

"How was Annie when you left her?" I asked casually. 

Chris sort of grinned but then bowed his head and took a seat. "She was good. I think she likes it as much in the ass as anywhere else." He glanced nervously at Alissa as he spoke. 

"Did you take a shower, Chris?" His mother asked. When my gaze snapped to her she looked abashed and Chris looked positively embarrassed. 

"We'll have none of that, Mrs. Wills.  Get your son breakfast and then suck his cock for him, Laura. You are his mother but today you serve us all." She set a steaming plate before him. "You did shower, right Chris?" I asked. 

He grinned crookedly and nodded. His mother looked relieved. She took off her apron and then fit herself under the table, between her son's legs. She struggled to get his cock into her mouth but the moment she did, Chris sighed and his whole body flexed. When the fresh moment of pleasure passed, he looked at me, gratitude and joy in his eyes. 

"Don't come, Chris. We have another candidate to hold all your come today." 

He nodded with tight lips but I was speaking with my eyes on Alissa and she fairly preened with it. 

Chris pulled his mother off his cock a few minutes later and she clambered up to resume clearing the dishes. The clock said nine-thirty. None of us spoke. Laura wore another maid's outfit, one that showed her cleavage to great advantage with a white bib that bulged from time to time, revealing that the black blouse was diaphanous and transparent, showing her great white breasts clearly when viewed from the side. 

My phone rang. It was Brent. I walked casually out onto the deck and through the hedge. For a moment, I thought I saw someone in the Kingston house and wondered if Sammy had returned. 

"Sonny? So, what do you want me to do? Mom is bound up like Annie."

"Is she naked?" 

"Yes. Just like you said." 

"I changed my mind. Have her dress in something nice and normal, elegant maybe. Have her bring you over about ten. Then she should wait for half an hour or an hour before returning. She should bring something for Laura, something she needs to give her face to face so she has to come in. When I ask who you want to fuck, you know what to say?"

"I want to fuck my dear mother." Brent said, like he was reciting some trite line for the thousandth time and was bored with it. "I get it but what? Do you have everyone else primed to say the same thing?"

I left that alone. "Tell your mother I will give her a good day if she wants, but she can beg off any anytime, well, till we start anyway."

"Right.  Like she is going to skip this now."

"When did you fuck her last?"

"Wednesday, like you said. We waited but shit it was way more difficult than I thought it would be. How do you keep from boinking your mom every morning?"

"She gets up before I do." I said. "Tell Natasha to try to be here around eleven. Think she can wait that long?"

"I don't know, Sonny. The waiting, the anticipation, I think it is getting to her. She was touching herself before I tied her up. Now she is looking at me now like a wolf at a cow social." Brent loved 'The Farside'.

"If she gets impatient you know what to do."

"Fuck her?" Brent asked hopefully. 

"Suck her, Brent. But don't finish her. Heat her up but don't let her come. In fact, make sure she is hot when she drops you off." 

"Whatever." He hung up. I almost went to see Annie but left the hedge to go back to the Wills house. My cock was really hard. The moment was at hand. 

I just arrived back in the kitchen when it began. Laura was clearing the table of Chris' dishes.

"Missy, help with the dishes." Alissa said, blissfully unaware of her sister's resulting dagger stare. I waited. Melissa finally shrugged a little and did, stocking the dishwasher while Laura wiped and cleaned the table. Just as Laura finished, I moved behind her and lifted her dress. Everyone in the kitchen watched me or stared at her bare ass, Melissa standing nearly beside me. I ran a hand over each smooth, bare cheek of Laura's ass. She had gone completely still when I lifted her dress, leaning on the table. I ran a finger down the crease of her ass, deep enough to touch her ass hole and then around to her pussy. 

"Good, Laura. Very good. Finish with the kitchen. The others will be arriving around ten." I went to the sink and washed my hands. 

"Missy, help her, would you." Alissa spoke with a measured, even tone. Repeating her earlier instructions to her sister and receiving essentially the same response. 

I turned to look at Melissa for she had turned her eyes to me. I made no effort to direct her and after a moment, she returned to helping Mrs. Wills put things away. The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. It was ten till ten. 

I answered the door, with Chris close behind. It was Sammy. 

"Dude! Is she here? Is my Aunt Melissa really here?" He whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

I nodded, the time for being coy with everyone was long past. "Hello to you, too!" 

Sammy's eyes got large. He looked at Chris. "Have you fucked her already?" His voice filled with menace. 

The old Chris would have crumpled but now he merely smiled and nodded. "You'll get your chance, Sammy. Your Aunt Melissa loves to fuck from what I can tell. If I know Sonny, you'll get your chance." 

While the general flow was clear in my head, the details remained a little fuzzy. I knew I had to present Melissa to Sammy but I really wanted everyone to be present when it happened. "Ah ha." I said aloud.

"Ah ha? Ah ha, what?" Sammy said.

"I want you to wait for a while, before . . . " I did not finish. Landon's car arrived and I saw Mrs. Rossini's car close behind. I closed the door. "Let them in, Chris, before they ring the bell." I pulled Sammy into the living room, hearing the clinking of the women in the kitchen. "Do you have your key?" I asked Sammy.

"Key? What key?"

"The key to Mrs. Kingston." I said softly, consciously leaving the phrase ambiguously wrong but deliciously suggestive. 

"I think so, why?" 

"Go fuck her. If you take her ass, be sure to clean up good before you come back. We are going to start without you but believe me you are not going to miss anything."

For a moment I thought Sammy was going to refuse. But finally he shrugged and nodded, his face impassive. Then he grinned. "You want me to fuck Mrs. Kingston? I'll fuck Mrs. Kingston." He opened the door and stepped out into the gray, rainy morning. He stopped. "Sonny, this better work out for me." 

The serious tone of his voice worried me a bit but I nodded, "It will. Come back in twenty or thirty minutes."

He grinned and the usual Sammy was back. "You think it will take me that long?" He asked. "You flatter me, sir!" he said before prancing down to the hedge and disappearing through it. I glanced up at the Kingston's window's and thought I saw something. I wondered if Annie knew he was coming. I hoped not, it would spoil his surprise. 

I walked into the kitchen. Chris was introducing Landon and Brent to everyone. 

"This is Landon Clark and Brent Rossini." Chris said. "You guys know Mrs. Honeywell. And this is her very lovely sister, Melissa Crawford."

Landon's eyes found me, pulling away from Melissa who was leaning against the sink. Her legs where encased in black hose and her breasts filled a delicate half-bra which showed clearly through the transparent black blouse. She had the precise look of a woman inviting attention.  Landon nodded. "Sonny, how you doin'." His eyes were sober. "Can I have a minute of your time?" 

I nodded but did not move. 

When Landon saw I was not going to have a private chat with him his lips became a thin line. Then he looked around, "Alissa's sister? What the fuck, Sonny? Aunt Missy? Where is Sammy? Shouldn't he be here? Fuck, Sonny, you are not leaving him out of this, of all mornings, are you?" 

Everyone seemed a little tense. Rather than blend with that tension, I walked over to Alissa, took the coffee cup from her hand and set it down. I pulled her to her feet. She wore a long, flowing white linen skirt. Underneath, she wore a stretch black leotard that covered her body. It clung to her legs and torso, capturing her huge tits, outlining them perfectly, showing her nipples. The white skirt formed a contrast which suggested she was naked despite being fully dressed. The elastic material stretched thin over her breasts but blended with them, hiding the details, blending her dark skin with the fabric and leaving suggestions of her body evident to the eyes but no more.  

"Are you ready?" I whispered as I hugged her.

She shivered. "Wet and ready, Sonny. Wet and ready." That got everyone's attention, mine included. 

Alissa's leotard was cut broad on each shoulder. I smoothed my hands clearly over both breasts, then moved up to slip fingers under the neckline of the leotard near her shoulders. I pulled it down very slowly. Alissa sucked air through her teeth. The room got terribly still. I peeled the black cloth down her arms nearly unveiling her breasts. Alissa left her arms at her sides which kept the material taut on her breasts. 

"Alissa, I think it is time you suck some cock." I said softly and with very little urging, she got to her knees. She pulled my sweats down my hips but my erect cock hooked them, stopping her progress. She worked the pants over the head of my cock and pulled them down to my thighs. Her lips approached my cock. She blew on me, her tongue snaked out and nearly touched my cock. 

"Oh gawd!" Melissa groaned. 

Alissa glanced at her sister, leaning against the sink, mesmerized, one leg bent so the foot was flat against the cabinet. Alissa turned her eyes back to my cock and delicately kissed the end of my cock. 

"Sonny, not without Sammy." Landon said tightly. 

"Yeah, Sonny." Brent said. "This ain't right."

"Sammy went next door." Chris said softly. "He'll be back in time."

I turned my head to meet Melissa's eyes. The expression on her face reflected her astonishment from the night before while she watched me fuck Annie in her kitchen but with a tense difference. She seemed aware that she was going to watch a lot of sex and it stunned her, despite what she had already seen. She was watching her sister for the first time, seeing her with a cock at her lips, a willing cocksucker and it seemed to stun her a bit. 

I looked down at Alissa and though she was sucking my cock head with her lips, she was looking up at me, her eyes shocked by the reference to her son. She started to pull off my cock but I put a hand on the back of her head and eased her mouth further onto my cock. 

Despite the activity of the day before, my cock was fully rejuvenated. The thrill of her lips on my cock sizzled through me. I felt the precursor to orgasm but I did not want to at that moment, not for Alissa. Alissa sucked my cock down her throat. She held me there, blowing and swallowing till I thought I would fill her throat with cum, ruining my resolve. She released me before I erupted, however, and with a loud slurping sound, she backed off my cock. I moved from before her, ending up next to Melissa. Laura moved to stand on my other side. I circled both their waists, a fact the other guys noted but both turned her eyes to Alissa kneeling on the kitchen floor without comment. 

"Who's next?" Alissa asked, looking around at us. 

Chris opened his jeans and moved to stand before Alissa. She gently unwrapped his cock and pulled him into her mouth, sucking and slurping before deep-throating him. Her face pressed against his abdomen and she sucked on him, hard. Chris, bless his heart, grunted once and came into the woman's mouth. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, till finally she pulled off of his cock, gasping and panting and still his cock spat at her. Finally, he ceased his lurching and Alissa slurped loudly as sucked on the still live end of his cock. She removed her mouth from his cock. 

"My, my, young man, you have a deep well." Alissa tittered, clearly intoxicated with the taste of cock and the attention she was getting. 

"Did he fuck you last night?" I said softly to Melissa, not so soft no one could hear but not loud either. 

"Who, Chris?" She nodded. "While you were gone. But he did not come in me." She replied. Then she grinned a guilty little grin, "well, not between my legs."  

Landon glanced over at us, his eyes a curious blend of arousal and curiosity. 

I glanced at the clock. It was twenty after ten. Things were about to get interesting. 

Chris pulled his cock from between Alissa's gleaming lips. Her eyes shone, a fever raged in her. Landon and Brent glanced at each other. They shrugged together. "Landon, you go." I said to break the deadlock. 

Landon did not hesitate but moved to stand before Alissa. She looked up at him. She smiled. "Mr. Clark, so nice to see you." She purred. "I want to see more of you." 

Landon gestured with a hand. "Help yourself." 

Alissa unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers like she was defusing a bomb. She pulled them wide, letting them drop down his legs. He grunted when she passed a hand over his erect cock. "No need for a fluffer, Missy. Sorry." Alissa said. Melissa ignored her as she had all morning, buoyed by the sure knowledge things would even out. 

Alissa pulled Landon's briefs out and peered into them. "Hmmmm. Scrumptious." She pulled them down his hips and kissed the end of his cock. She sucked on it and then began to bob her head in the classic cock sucking fashion, holding it with both hands, her hair swishing as she sucked and bobbed. Her lips pursed and smoothed back and forth over the great blue vein which dominated Landon's cock. He looked down at the black woman sucking his cock, his hands on her shoulders. Abruptly she went completely down on him, taking him fully into her mouth in one smooth, slick motion. The woman had skills!

Landon groaned. He bent over her and slid both hands inside the tight material of her leotard, grasping both breasts, forcing it off them. Then his body bucked and he poured his cum into Alissa's throat. He straightened, his hands pulling at her breasts but finally resting on her shoulders while he finished spilling his cum into Alissa's sucking mouth, using her to balance while he came. She sucked, she hummed, she slurped and she swallowed. When Landon's cock slowed and stopped, he shuffled away, pulling his trousers up his legs. 

"Next." Alissa said, licking her lips, cleaning the cum from them. Her eyes glittered with pride and arousal. She fixed her stare on Brent. Brent slouched by the wall. He straightened and slowly moved over to stand in front of Alissa, his jeans bulging with his erection. "Oh. Oh my." Alissa whispered. 

"Fuck me." Melissa whispered. "Is that all him?"

Landon rolled his eyes. I nodded.

Alissa ran a hand up Brent's leg and thence to his crotch, grasping hold of his cock as best he could through the thick denim. She hesitated for a moment but then unbuckled his belt and pulled the button loose. Slowly, she unzipped him. His cock pressed out at his blue briefs, gaping the waistband. She pulled them out and down, revealing his large cock. She eyed it. 

Melissa put a hand on my arm and squeezed, panting with excitement, too aroused to speak. Despite the competition with Alissa, the woman was undoubtedly turned on by the sight of her sister sucking cocks, one after the other.  

Alissa kissed down the long, thick shaft with gentle, loving kisses, and then back up, before fitting her lips over the head of his cock, kissing it wetly. She then began to lick it, like an ice cream cone; long, wet strokes of her long tongue, from low down his shaft all the way up to the flared, red head. She stopped to suck on the head then resumed running her lips and tongue up and down the cock. 

"I bet I can swallow the whole thing." Melissa said loud enough for Alissa to hear. Despite herself, she panted around the words so she sounded out of breath; which I guess she was.  

The sound of the sliding patio door broke the tension of the moment. Alissa sucked on the head and then pressed her head down onto it, taking a third of the mammoth cock into her mouth. It stuck. 

Sammy appeared. "Oh shit." He said softly, seeing his mother with Brent's great cock planted deeply in her wide open mouth. 

Alissa's eyes found her son, her only movement. Their eyes met for a moment and she shivered. She closed her eyes and pressed her head down further, taking more of the huge cock into her throat. She gagged, she grunted, she snorted and then she pulled back, gasped and descended once more. She repeated the motion several times, going deeper each time till finally, Brent's whole cock lodged in her long, extended throat. I imagined I could see the swell of the head pressing outwards against the skin of her throat. She swallowed and Brent groaned. She was on her knees, her hands gripping his thighs, pulling at him as she sought to breath and suck alternately around the huge cock she had lodged in her throat. 

"Don't make him come, Mrs. Honeywell. Think about the feel of that inside you while you suck your son." I spoke into the quiet thickness of the room, punctuated only with Brent's groans and Alissa's clicking and slurping and moaning as she sucked on the huge cock in her mouth. I tapped her on the shoulder.  

Her eyes opened and she withdrew the huge cock from her mouth, sitting back on her heels; one obedient action in her favor. Before her, Brent swayed drunkenly, his eyes glazed and only after a few seconds did they clear so that he looked over at me. "What the fuck, Sonny!" 

I patted the air between us. "Trust me, Brent. Trust me. If I am wrong, I am sure Mom will make it up to you." 

He grunted. 

I could feel the quizzical thoughts bouncing about us. 

"My turn, then." Sammy said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I could not determine if Alissa had comprehended where her son was but Melissa certainly had. 

I regarded Alissa who, surprisingly was staring at me, not her eager son. I waited and finally she turned her head to look at him. Sonny unbuckled his own belt and moved to stand before his kneeling mother. Alissa looked at Melissa and smirked, just a little, a surpassingly brief expression before she focused on Sammy's pants, opening them and skimming them down his legs. She pulled his briefs, splotched unaccountably, down and regarded his newly erect cock. She licked it and made a face. "Can you wash first? What have you . . . ." Understanding dawned.  "Oh, oh no, really?" She muttered. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 1



Melissa hands tightened on my arm. "I'll suck him," she whispered in a stage voice everyone heard clearly, Sammy most of all. Alissa glowered at her sister and opened her mouth and sank down onto Sammy's cock, sucking hard and taking him immediately and completely into her mouth. 

Sammy groaned and swayed, but had enough wherewithal to reach down to his mother's breasts and grasp them as Landon had. Alissa, caught by surprise and finally feeling the moment of sucking her son's cock with so many people watching, groaned. She twitched and shuddered, rising up higher to get a better angle before beginning her ministrations with full intent and vigor. Sammy held her head with one hand while gripping her tits with the other, mashing and massaging them as her head bobbed up and down. The room stared. 

I pulled Melissa's hand off my arm and walked up behind Alissa. "Mrs. Wills, are there two sets of shackles upstairs?" I asked softly. 

"Yes sir." Laura answered, her voice a squeak of arousal. Everyone else looked askance at me, curious to confused. 

"Go get them please." I could feel the confusion in the room. The clock read ten forty-five. I hoped Mrs. Rossini would arrive soon. We all waited while Mrs. Wills went up the stairs and listened to her walk across the floor above us and then click down the stairs in her high heels. Well, actually we watched Alisa sucking her son's cock and he began to groan each time her lips smoothed the length of his cock. 

Laura arrived beside me, extending the black fuzzy pair and the steel pair to me together. "Come here, Melissa." I said softly. 

Alissa groaned and withdrew from Sammy's cock. She turned and look up at us and smiled. Melissa looked shocked. She moved over to stand beside me. Laura stepped backwards away from us. "Alissa, stand up, please." I said softly. She smiled uncertainly but released Sammy's cock and stood up, reaching for the cuffs in my hand. I avoided her reach. I handed the cuffs to Melissa. 

"Turn around, Alissa." I said softly. She did but continued to look over her shoulder at me. I grasped two handfuls of her straight white skirt and began to pull it up, revealing her sheathed legs and finally, her sheathed ass. I was stalling but I had an idea as to how to attenuate the moment enough. When the skirt revealed Alissa's fine ass, I said, "Hold your skirt, Alissa." She did which surprised. I looked at Laura. "Scissors." I said. 

Whatever sound Alissa made, it conveyed, without words, surprise with a hint of excitement. She shivered again. Laura handed me scissors and I made a bunch of the fabric stretched over Alissa's ass and cut. I opened a gap, showing her skin, the crease of her ass. I cut down each leg. "Bend, Alissa." I said, enjoying the moment of command. She bent a little. "Farther." I said. She bent a little more. "Farther." I said. She looked around at me and bent clear over which served to part her ass enough to show us the lips of her pussy, glistening and swollen. 

I looked at Sammy and he looked at me, oddly enough. Finally, when he did not move, I said, "She's all yours, Sammy my man. Fuck her!" 

The look on his face was comical mixed with frightened pathos. But he shuffled past me, hunching up behind Alissa, grasped what he could of her ass cheeks and thrust into his mother. She groaned and bent deeper as the cock sliced into her. Sammy found her welcoming and his cock slid more than half his length into his mother's cunt. Then he pulled back.

"That's enough." I said to him and he looked at me like I had just told him his ass was mine. But he backed away. Alissa's sigh, filled with the pathos I had seen in Sonny's expression filled the room. "Alissa, suck his cock now." I said softly. 

Alissa straightened and turned to look at me. Despite the look in her eyes, a look of eagerness and excitement, her head shook side to side as I hoped it would. 

I took the cuffs from Melissa. "You suck him, then, Melissa." 

The woman did not hesitate. She got quickly to her knees and licked her sister off her nephew's cock with enthusiasm, making a show of it. 

Alissa's face clouded. Before she could speak or move, I grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her. I had the first set of cuffs in place before she could react. I put the second set around her elbows, which served to make her arch her back, projecting her breasts forward. The skirt dropped back into the place, hiding the ruin I had made of the lower leotard. "Laura, please find something for a gag." I lifted up Melissa's dress and found her panties, bikini briefs which I pulled down her hips and thighs while she sucked on Sammy's cock. She groaned, maneuvering her body to allow access and then success. Her eyes followed me when I moved to her sister who was facing away from her and her son.  

"What the fuck are you doing?" Alissa said, irritation tinting her tone. 

I wadded up Melissa's panties and presented them to her lips. She sniffed, she scowled. She clamped her lips closed. "Alissa, don't make me force you." I said, and some of the antagonistic venom dripped into my voice. Her eyes found me and her lips opened, showing teeth. Sammy groaned and Alissa opened her mouth.

Laura appeared with a scarf. She genuinely looked scared. 

I stuffed Alissa's sister's black panties into her mouth and then tied the gag around her head. I looked around the room and no one seemed to understand what was happening. Everyone looked uncomfortable; perhaps as uncomfortable as Alissa was with her sister's very damp panties in her mouth. I chuckled. 

"Mrs. Crawford, please get up off your knees." 

Melissa looked shocked for a moment but then she sucked Sammy deep one more time before removing her mouth and lips from his cock and rising from her knees to her feet. 

"Bend over, Mrs. Crawford." I said softly.  "You just watched Sammy fuck his own mother, he has to fuck you now. Just like all the other women of the MILF list will fuck their sons. If you are going to observe us today, you have to fuck Sammy."

The room seemed to rustle with exhalation. Sammy did not move immediately. "Aunt Missy?" He said tremulously. 

Melissa opened her eyes. Slowly she bent over, bunched up her skirt to her waist and waited. Her bare ass parted and her pouting pussy lips clearly visible. "Don't you want me, Sammy? Or do you want your mother again?" She asked, her voice dripping with raw sensuality. 

I chuckled. Everyone in the room but Alissa and Laura looked at me. And though understanding seemed to be dawning in everyone's eyes, no one had it right. Brent seemed confused but I figured he was confused in a vastly different way than everyone else was. Even Melissa thought she was next on the menu; I could tell by the triumphant look on her face. When she glanced at Alissa, Melissa fairly smirked. Alissa, had she not been gagged would have been voicing the apoplexy etched on her face; her grunting and wordless talk said so. The guys all regarded me with a sort of surprised and stunned understanding, confused though they were. 

Sammy, confronted with the reality of slighting his own mother in favor of his Aunt seemed confused for a moment. His eyes were on me and I merely returned his look with a cool, sardonic stare. "Why, you, Aunt Melissa." He said, answering her question, pointedly avoiding his mother's bulging eyes. 

Melissa beamed, smiling she looked at her sister. 

"I have already had Mom, so you, Aunt Melissa." Sammy finished and his words dimmed Melissa's gloating grin but only a little. Sammy moved to stand behind her, shuffling with his trousers around his ankles. He held his cock with one hand and balanced Melissa with his other. She sighed when she felt the tip of his cock kiss her crevice. Her hands gripped the counter and pulled them forward till she lay on it. Her pussy was evident and glistening like her sister's. She flinched when the cockhead touched her pussy but then moaned as it slipped between the lips. I was standing to the side in a perfect position to watch Sammy penetrate his Aunt for the first time. He closed his eyes and waited for a moment, his cock head hooked just inside her body. Then he arched his back and hammered his cock into her as far as it would go. 

Melissa cried out from the penetration and her hands sought her ass cheeks and parted them, laying her cheek on the counter. The position made her breasts bulge below her. Sammy gripped her and hammered his cock into her over and over again. 

I moved close and when Sammy sank deep into her next, planting his cock in her pussy completely, I said, "Hold that pose for a moment. I want Alissa to see. Turn around, Alissa." 

She didn't till I put a hand on her shoulders. Her eyes were smoldering and her body was tensed, perhaps pulling at the cuffs or just tense at the sight following the knowledge that her son was fucking her sister. 

At that perfect moment the doorbell rang. Everyone in the room stopped breathing including Melissa, though, I noticed she pressed back at Sammy and moved her ass around.  

Brent had the funniest look on his face, exhibiting what he must have been thinking: How you going to deal with this, Mr. Duncan. I could see the thought etched on his face.  I almost laughed, elation swelling my chest. What a perfect moment. 

I straightened. "I'll get it." I said softly. "Don't move, either of you." I said as an afterthought. I walked out of the kitchen and though the living room to the front door. Mrs. Rossini's timing was perfect. I could have kissed her, could have, wanted to but I didn't.  

When I opened the door, she jerked back. She wore a formal cream colored dress which appeared to wrap her up. It was a concert dress, something she would wear to a formal affair like the symphony. I thought it looked like she was bound up in an Indian turban but it left her lithe thighs covered by stocking and the garters were clearly visible on the inside and outside of each leg. The dress was too short for garters which heightened the effect of both, mismatched as they were. 

"Mrs. Rossini," I said in a conversational voice. 

"Is Mrs. Wills home?" Sasha asked, her voice nearly breaking through the quaver. "I have something I need her to look at." She held up a folder marked 'community center'. Her eyes were full of questions and shone with anticipation. Her skin was luminous between her breasts which the cream dress showed to great effect, the light color accenting her darker skin. I wanted her right then, thought about turning her face to the wall and plunging my cock into her pussy but I stilled my demanding desire. This day and the next would be wonderfully filled with moments to exceed such a mundane thrill.  

"Yes, of course. She is in the kitchen." Instead of leading her directly to the kitchen, I took her through the living room, the way I had come. "Laura, someone to see you." I said casually as we rounded the wall dividing living room from kitchen. 

Laura Wills looked positively horrified. She stood stock still in her little maid outfit, her breasts well displayed. Alissa was equally horrified, standing with her arms locked behind her, her breasts barely covered by the black leotard which was hooked about her nipples such that if she moved just right her breasts would come clear out of the stretched fabric.  Plus, she was gagged and shackled; she could not decide to turn away and hide her face or remain facing us and hide her cuffed arms. 

Melissa's eyes were closed tight, her face visible as she pressed her cheek against the counter. Sammy's cock remained buried in her pussy from behind. They did not move and I daresay Sammy was not paying much attention to anyone else in the room, much less me. 

Brent, however, appeared terrified, a look I thought was a wonderful act but then he had not really shared his mother with anyone but me to this point. The moment was upon him and perhaps he was feeling it. Landon smirked, sharing a look with Chris who was smiling and shaking his head. The stage was now set. 

"Well, Mrs. Rossini. So good to see you. I think you know everyone. Oh, except the woman Sammy is fucking. You can go ahead if you like, Sammy." He opened his eyes and looked back at Mrs. Rossini, perhaps only then realizing she was present. He blinked a few times and pulled his cock nearly free of his Aunt's luscious pussy and then shoved it home once more, the first of many such strokes that elicited her moaning acquiescence. He pulled her onto his cock and then shoved her off of it, rocking her on her feet, her round heels as it were. She released her ass cheeks and began to work the rhythm with her nephew with her body anchored on the counter.  

I blandly looked around the room.  "Mrs. Rossini came by to watch us fuck Mrs. Honeywell." I hesitated, not sure where to go from here but knowing the general direction I wanted. "What can we do for you, Mrs. Rossini?"

She looked up at me, dragging her eyes off Messy Melissa. "Well," she stammered, "I have a folder here for Mrs. Wills." She extended it but Laura was too stage struck to move. Natasha lowered her hand. I took the folder from her and lay it on the table. She looked at me. "I have to confess something. I knew, I suspected . . . I heard Brent say something on the phone about airtight at Mrs. Wills house. I saw Annie, saw you do Mrs. Kingston and I thought, why not join the party? But my goodness, I did not know there would be such a group. Perhaps I am intruding?" Mrs. Rossini smiled so sweetly, I almost hugged her. She looked around at us.

Only Mrs. Honeywell nodded. Even Sammy opened his eyes and steadied Melissa's ass on his shafting cock. 

I took the bull by the horns. "No, not at all, Mrs. Rossini. But I am a bit sorry to tell you that only one woman gets to participate today." Laura squeaked. I glanced at her. "We'll have a, a, fluffer, you could say, a maid to help do the chores for us while we serve the pleasure of the lucky woman. This morning we want to give one woman the opportunity to be airtight. I cannot but think you have every right to be included in the mix, since we have not decided who is the lucky lady yet." 

Natasha looked shocked since she had understood she was the foregone conclusion, the 'sure thing' in our little vignette, a presumption which fit the situation though no one else's understanding except perhaps her son's. She was also confused, even disappointed which did not.

Alissa grunted and struggled against the cuffs on her arms which dislodged the fabric from her huge tits and dropped them into view. She was so aghast she turned her back to us.  Natasha Rossini saw the cuffs on the black woman and gasped her surprise but it was an aroused surprise, maybe envious. Sammy continued stroking his cock into Melissa and unbelievably, she peeped and her body began to shake as though she were coming, which I found hard to fathom. She gasped and panted and jammed her ass back at her nephew who retaliated in kind, hammering at her pussy with his cock over and over again in a bit of a frenzy. His actions shook her body folded onto the kitchen counter. Melissa seized and bucked, gripping the edge of the counter as her nephew fucked her.

I looked around the room at everyone. Landon regarded Natasha with a fresh look of lust mixed, gratifyingly to me, with surprise. Brent was staring at Sammy as he fucked his orgasming Aunt. Laura was blushing deep between her tits, her blond head bowed and her eyes on either her feet if she could see them over her prominent breasts or the floor. Alissa was shaking but I am pretty sure it was not from excitement. 

Despite how elegant Mrs. Rossini looked, she was wiping her palms on the expensive fabric. The dresses' turban-like bows wrapped around her, accenting her hips, breasts and shoulders; bunching at her hips and framing her legs to great effect. Her back was bare. She jumped when I laid my hand on her bare skin there. 

"Mrs. Rossini, we had planned to fuck Mrs. Honeywell. But now you are here, it appears like we have a choice. Her sister was just here to watch. We could consider you, however, that is if you have the desire to be included at all? You must understand, Mrs. Rossini, that we are here to make a woman airtight. You know what I am referring to right?"

Dumbly, Mrs. Rossini stared at me, her eyes wide.  

I proceeded. "I mean, the woman, in exchange for sucking and fucking us all, perhaps having us eat her and having Laura here, eat her—definitely Mrs. Wills will eat you I think. You love eating pussy don't you Laura?"

That brought Laura's head up and her blue eyes twinkled, glittering with excitement. She looked at Mrs. Rossini and then back at me. She nodded. 

The women knew each other and the moment seemed to be filled with promise and adrenaline. For a moment they seemed to see each other but then something shifted and it became like they were strangers. Laura bowed her head once more; the "Mrs. Wills" departed. 

I let the lack of verbal response pass. "In exchange for sucking, fucking and being eaten, you would consent to having a cock in each hole, at the same time. I mean, Mrs. Rossini, you would need to take a cock in your cunt, a cock in your mouth and one in your ass . . . all at the same time. That is airtight."

Natasha pulled her eyes from Sammy and Melissa who continued to fuck and nodded. "I know. I know what it means to be airtight." She whispered, looking back immediately at Sammy. "Is that really his Aunt?" She asked. 

Sammy stopped fucking his Aunt and in a moment of pure inspiration, he pulled out of the woman, maneuvered her to her knees and presented his frothy cock to her lips. Melissa had tottered into position and now, on the firm foundation of her knees, her lips found a cock before her eyes. She looked up and Sammy and he touched the tip of his cock to her lips. Her tongue appeared, touching his swollen helmet. It swirled around and then her lips opened formed over the head. She sucked and bent her head forward and Sammy's cock disappeared into her mouth. 

"Oh my fucking gawd!" Natasha muttered. "She is tasting herself on his cock!"

"You sound a little jealous, Mrs. Rossini." I slid my hand down her bare back into the tight confines of the dress. I found the garter belt but no indication of panties.  "What do you say? Do you want to be airtight?"

She stared at Melissa on her knees, sucking at Sammy's cock with fervent attention. Then her shining eyes found mine and Sasha smiled. "Airtight? Five young cocks? What woman could resist? What woman in her right mind would refuse such an offer?" But then she looked at Brent. "Son, this affects you too, I would think. Do you want to see me take on you and your friends?"

"Wait a tick, Mrs. Rossini. We need to vote. If you win, you get us all, if not Brent fucks you while we watch and you go home and Mrs. Honeywell is the guest of honor." I looked around at the guys. "What do you all think? Landon? Mrs. Honeywell or Mrs. Rossini?"

The look on Landon's face was truly priceless. "Mrs. Rossini." He said immediately. His natural sardonic look was interwoven with genuine admiration with a healthy dose of pure fucking lust. Both of which gave me a charge and a thrill that had nothing to do with sex, well not much. 

I nodded and held up one finger, my hand appearing right in front of Alissa's wide, mute eyes. "Chris?" I said, staring into her eyes. 

"Mrs. Rossini." Chris said definitely, a knowing grin lighting his face. 

Alissa's eyes seemed puzzled, unsure if I had created this but if she thought I had, she was confounded as to how I had managed it in conflict with her own expectations. She did not want to give me the credit for being able to accomplish such a thing but the alternative was equally bad—she was having a bad day. It was just bad luck! I almost smiled. 

"Sammy?" I asked. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 1



Sammy's head snapped around and his eyes fought to focus. He moved a lank hand to his Aunt's head and rode it as she sucked on his cock. "Mrs. Rossini." He croaked, his black hips flexing each time his Aunt engulfed him. She gurgled as he fed her his cock. 

"That's three." I said, glancing at Alissa again. Something in her eyes warned me she understood what was happening. I was glad of the foresight to gag her but I give her credit, she did not try to scream at me through the gag, which I guess meant I was making progress. "I vote Mrs. Rossini, too but we do things by acclamation, we have to be unanimous." I looked at Brent. He was staring at his mother and it was not clear if he registered anything I was saying at that moment. I understood. This whole adventure had just gotten very personal very suddenly and very quickly. Still, I enjoyed his poleaxed look. In the silence, mostly complete but for the slurping sounds of Melissa's mouth on her nephew's cock, Brent finally lost the stunned look on his face and met my gaze. 

"It is up to you Brent." I said easily. "Fuck your Mom today or we have to revote. I expect that if you vote for this one," I caressed one of Alissa's huge breasts. She shook her body at me, almost dislodging what cover her stretched leotard afforded. "If you say 'no' to your mother, now I suspect we will do Mrs. Honeywell as originally planned. Your choice." I almost smiled but held myself still, waiting for him to answer, focused on his face as he fought to regain equilibrium.  

His eyes cleared and I imagined I could see his memory of his mother, bound, gagged and radiating lust emerging into his mind. Brent knew I had released the moment to him, that I was giving him a certain control of his mother by making him vote last. Alissa watched him with aroused fascination, waiting, barely breathing. Brent regarded me, taking his time to think as was his wont. He looked at his mother who had been staring at the bare cock sliding in and out of Melissa's mouth but now turned to face her son. He turned his eyes to Alissa and she seemed to shrink without moving. Her eyes avoided his but he waited long enough till she looked at him. Brent looked away from her, finding his mother with his gaze. 

"Mom?" Brent said softly. "Did you come over here to fuck us?"

She looked flummoxed for a moment. Nothing about the woman made her appear at ease or nonchalant in general and certainly she was not at ease with that question. She seemed wound and wound tightly. 

I moved behind her and placed my hands at her waist. I kissed her bare neck, gently, softly. "Sasha, remember watching Annie Kingston fuck your son? You said you wanted that more than anything. This is your chance. I do not mean to say this is your only chance, we are going to fuck you sometime anyway. I promised you. But you have the option of fucking him now, here, while we all watch you. That is the suggestion we are voting on. But you have to say it out loud, so we can hear you. Say what you want, now." 

Mrs. Rossini shook her head. 

No one knew what she meant. Brent stepped into the breach. "Mom, I asked you if came here to fuck us? Why would you come over here this morning? What could possibly have happened to make you come over here?"

I felt a surge of adrenaline. Brilliant Brent! I waited. I withdrew my hands from Mrs. Rossini and she did not seem to notice. She scanned the faces watching her. Melissa stopped sucking on Sammy's cock and sat back on her heels. Sammy moved to lean against the cabinet beside her, his cock glistening. Natasha stared at it for a long minute. 

"I was raped." She whispered, she moved her eyes to the floor. "And I liked it." I saw the stunned looks on the faces of everyone but Brent. He was smirking. 

Natasha looked up from Sammy's cock. "I had dreamed of being raped, of having a man sneak into my house and fuck me for years. Last week, it happened." She moved over to sit at the table. 

"Natasha, honey . . . " Laura started but she saw my eyes jerk to her and she bit off whatever else she was going to say. The look was confused, a little scared. 

Mrs. Rossini fixed her eyes on Mrs. Wills. "Didn't you hear me? I said, I liked it. He tied me, bound my wrists behind me, like that," she pointed at Alissa, "and made me suck his cock. Well," she chortled a little, "really, I volunteered. I was so scared. I wanted him to fuck me, but feared he was going to gag me and I wanted to be able to breathe when he fucked me. His cock tasted so good! It felt so good on my lips." She hugged herself. "He sat on my bed and I knelt between his bare knees, I could feel it on my shoulders.  He pressed my mouth to his cock and he pressed it into my mouth. I licked, I sucked, I let him fuck my face with his cock and all I could think about was that I was being raped in my own house, in my bedroom. I thought about Annie, asking to be fucked, raped over and over by my son and his friends. She demanded it, I think you have been fucking her. While I sucked his cock, all I could think about was you boys, having you rape me, come to my house and fuck me like he did." Mrs. Rossini looked up, her face glowed. 

"I cannot describe what I was feeling. I could not believe it was actually happening to me! I was sucking a stranger's cock! When he came, I wanted to roll onto my back and open my legs like a puppy, offer him my quim and hope he mounted me. I was boiling hot. He made me stand up and then . . . then, oh gawd, he kissed my breasts! It felt, it felt so wonderful, so erotic! Oh, shit." 

Hearing proper Mrs. Rossini say 'shit' tickled me but I stifled the urge to laugh. 

"I didn't tell you he blindfolded me. I went into my closet, naked from the shower, my hair up in towel and he grabbed me from behind. He put me onto the floor of the closet and knelt on me. He tied my arms. It was dark, dark as ink in there. But he blindfolded me. 

"Then he made me, no let me suck his cock. Boys, I love to suck cock. It gets me into trouble from time to time. I love the feeling of that spongy cock head against the top of my mouth. Mmmmm." She closed her eyes and hummed. 

I watched her talk, mesmerized. 

"He was kissing my breasts and for a moment I went cold. No one kisses my breasts any longer and feeling his lips on my skin made me confront what was happening. I was as his mercy. He could do anything he liked to me and what was worse, my loins were gushing, I was flooded and my body throbbed with the need to have a man's penis thrusting inside me. While he sucked at my breasts, I was thinking, thinking clearly while my body seemed to be reacting to his actions without any say from me. 

"Then he stopped and I was sure he would mount me." Natasha pulled her eyes from the floor where she had been staring and looked at me. "I love that expression, 'mount me'! It is so animalistic! So infused with passion that is base and basic and real! I wanted him to mount me but he didn't."

Natasha looked around the room, her eyes fairly shining. No one moved, no one spoke. The guys were mostly erect. The women seemed to be hugging themselves, the two that were not bound. Alissa stared at Mrs. Rossini, her eyes wild. 

"He bound me to the bed." Mrs. Rossini whispered. "Then he ate me." She shuddered, bowing her head, her arms crossed over her chest. "He ate me! His tongue went inside of me and I felt him deep inside, tasting me, sucking my juice from my pussy, my cunt, my hole, my slash, my vag. He licked and sucked and fondled me till I came like a train. When he first touched me, I came and I came hard, perhaps as hard as ever before. I think I blacked out. I remember telling him he could have anything he wanted if he ate me, if he kept eating me, if he made me come.  I pledged to be his, if he made me come and when I came, I thought of my son. I felt sad that he was not the one about to fuck me and I resolved in that moment, if I lived through being raped, I would fuck my only son whenever and however and wherever he wanted, if he wanted." 

She looked at Brent, her eyes glistened. "Brent baby, you can have me whenever you want." 

A ripple ran through the room. I was not sure what was happening but hearing her recount our encounter was rattling me to the bone. I was so horny I could have screwed a knothole.  Hearing Natasha's account of our little encounter was fucking amazing. 

"He ate me while I screamed," Natasha giggled, "quietly. I did not want anyone to interrupt what he was doing to me." She laughed then. "He ate me to orgasm after orgasm. I came and came. I do not know what I said to him, when I could talk. I was so intoxicated with the experience I could not think straight. But through it all . . . oh, I remember. I asked him name." She laughed again. "Can you imagine? 'What is your name, Mr. Rapist?' I was trying to make conversation, trying to insure he fucked me, to keep his tongue in me, to keep him between my open legs. Can you imagine? Can you even begin to understand what it was like to have a man eating you, a stranger, a rapist and feel so high, so erotic, to turned on your body flooded continually with such stimulation that all you want is for it to continue . . . it was unbelievable. I never felt like that before, ever. I think I was coming continually when he left me.  

"I admit I tried to think about escape but it felt so wonderful I just sank back into the wash of it and the next thing I knew I was on my knees on the bed and he was tying me like that, a pillow under my tits. My arms were tied to the headboard and he wrapped sashes around my knees and opened me up. I plead with him to fuck me and when he did, I erupted again. I felt like was gargling my own cum, I was so full of it, so awash in ecstasy I could not think straight. But then, while I was coming with his cock inside of me, slamming deep . . . oh gawd I can feel it even now! I was coming and he left me."

She stopped talking for a moment, then she turned her face to Brent. "I told him, I told him I wanted to fuck my son and his name was Brent and I called him 'Brent' and it made me come so hard I thought I was coming apart, like light was shining out of me. I felt light and yet when he slammed deep into me, I felt so full, so utterly launched into ecstasy. 

"Then, oh christ, oh my fucking gawd! You cannot believe what he did." Natasha looked around the room. "He beat me. He attacked my ass and thighs with his belt and fuck it hurt! I cried and groaned but he kept beating me. I blacked out to all but the pain, the pulsing fire he lit in my ass. I cried and he strapped me. But then I noticed that I was drooling, not my lips, my pussy. My legs were drenched. When he stopped, I was crying and he entered me and the orgasm fell on me like a huge wave, like an electric storm breaking into rain and I ran with juice, flooding him and the bed. He fucked me and I came like a . . . I came very hard! Like a geyser! A volcano! I exploded and I thought my body was going to dissolve! I felt like starlight and waltzing." 

Natasha sat back into the chair and hugged herself again, squeezing her breasts together, gaping the dress so their inner curves appeared.  Her face was enraptured. 

"The next thing I knew I was on my back, my arms still tied but my legs were free. I did not fight him. I spread myself as wide as I could and prayed for his cock. Then the fire in my ass registered and I lifted my ass off the bed. He pounded down into me. I came hard again and then it redoubled when he pressed my heated ass to the bed. I thought I was going out of my mind by this time. I remember when his hands gripped my ass, the contrast of his cold hands on my hot ass set off another rolling spasm of orgasms. I could not control my body and I floundered under him. My ass burned but the heat seemed to suffuse me and fill me and then melt me inside. His cock touched me so deeply I thought I could taste him. I came so much, so often I could not endure it any longer and fainted I think. I came for so long and so hard, it seemed like hours. I was trembling and weak as the orgasms flashed through me. After each one, I was certain I was done, unable to respond to the intense stimulation. I think my body collapsed. 

"Then his phone rang. He had a woman watching the house for him and she warned him.  She told him someone was coming or something. He pulled out of me and got me to my knees again. He tied me like before and then he found lubricant and my little friend, a vibrator. He greased up my ass and stuck it into me. You know, all I could think of was having a cock in me when he shoved that thing into my ass. Not in my ass, I prayed, in my pussy. I wanted to be fucked. Oh gawd, how I wanted to be fucked! I wanted to grind my pussy down on his cock again. 

"He worked the vibrator into my ass and then turned it on. I thought I would lose my mind! I jerked and strained and came over and over again. When he turned it off, all I could think of was his cock and I wanted him in me. He gagged me then and put the vibrator back into me. When he turned it on, I was so stimulated I think I came in my ass, my pussy and with my clit, all at once, a triple play. All I wanted was his cock. Then he was gone."  

Natasha was gasping and panting with her retelling of her rape. She gleamed with arousal. 

"I was so focused on the dildo in my ass, I did not really notice Brent and Sonny here arriving. I vaguely heard Brent's car in the drive and his music but I did not really register it till Sonny squeezed up between my legs and pulled me down onto his cock. I was so high, so suffused with ecstasy that I took him inside me like I was a tunnel and he was a subway train. I am not sure I even felt anything new. But Sonny . . . " Mrs. Rossini stood up. "You saved me!" She said. She moved over to me and took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. 

"This man!" She kissed me again. "Sonny told me it was him all along and it was him who rape me, tied me and fucked me. Just like that all that fear, all the tension seemed to snap, like a spring held too long extended. All the remained was the lust my own imagination had fired in me for so long, dreaming of being taken in my own house, forced to ecstasy and filled with a stranger's cock. I think I must have come several times while he was in me. The next thing I remember was kissing Brent, kissing my lovely son with his huge cock stuffed in me. He shoved the vibrator up my ass again and turned it on and I came and came and came." Natasha walked over to Brent. She kissed her son on the lips. She took on of his hands and pressed it against her breast. "My son fucked me that night. I drifted down from the high and you know what? I felt no fear. I was not terrified of the dark. I did not jump with the movement I could not quite see. I was, I was free of the fear. All I could think about was fucking my son and then I heard about this, about this whatever it is and I wanted it to be me. It never occurred to me that someone else would be here to receive fuck you boys; kinda stupid of me. But I really wanted it to be me." 

For a long moment, no one moved. But Sammy, whose cock was rock hard, moved away from the cabinet, resumed his place before his aunt and waited. With all of us watching, she stared at the bobbing, pulsing cock before her eyes. She kissed the shiny end and then sucked him deep into her mouth. 

I waited in the silence but finally, with my driest and most sardonic voice I said, "yeah well, that is all fine and good, Mrs. Rossini but what will it be? Are you doing to volunteer to be airtight or not? Do you want to fuck your son in front of us all or not?"

I saw Landon crack a smile and Chris laughed. Laura stared at the floor and Melissa sucked Sammy's cock while Sammy massaged her breasts, shoving his hands deep into the front of her blouse. 

Mrs. Rossini finally looked squarely at her son. She nodded mutely. When she spoke, her voice was low, raspy and sexy as hell. "Yes, I want you, Brent." She mumbled, then her head nodded like she had made a decision. "I want you now, here. I want you all." She looked up at me then at the rest. The expression on her face seemed to request validation, acknowledgement or perhaps she sought approval. I slid my hand inside the fabric of her dress, down to her hip where I found the garter belt with its straps stretched down to her stockings. I shivered at the same time a quiver possessed her. My cock twitched. She glanced at Alissa and shrugged, mouthing 'I am sorry' to the bound woman. 

"Mrs. Rossini." Brent said. "I vote for Mrs. Rossini." 

And that was that, we had our airtight candidate.



Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 2



From the Author--This is a continuation from Pt 1. I hope you enjoy it. -C




I grinned, nodded and looked at Alissa. Her face was a picture of fury mixed with something else. Somehow she knew this was my doing, I could see it in her eyes. I kept the grin and shrugged my shoulders as expressively as I could but she did not seem to see the humor in the situation. I did and it made me wonderfully happy. "Okay, we have to do things a little different than we did them with my mom." I said and I noted Melissa swallow particularly hard which made Sammy groan with pleasure. He showed great control by not pushing his Aunt onto her back and mounting her again right then. I tapped Sammy on the shoulder. "Sammy, you want to give her a rest?"

Sammy looked around at me like I was about to cornhole him but finally pulled his cock free of his Aunt's mouth. He pulled his trousers up and backed away from the kneeling woman. I helped her to her feet. "Melissa, thanks for being game but I think now you are going to just be an observer, okay?" 

She nodded dumbly, her eyes glazed with lust and shock as she moved back to her place by the kitchen sink. 

I pulled away from Mrs. Rossini, moving over to stand beside Melissa, looping an arm casually around her waist. Natasha moved closer to Brent, taking his hand like a shy date in a formal, frightening setting. I thought it was so cute to see them holding hands. 

"So, Sonny, how do we do this?" Brent asked wanting a plan, pulling his eyes from his mother to focus on me. His hand unconsciously stroked his cock which made me almost give into the hysterical joy that seemed about to erupt out of me. It was working and I did it! 

I pointed at Laura. "Mrs. Wills has consented to play the part of the maid of honor and will be available for use as last time. But again, she is not to come. Brent, I made sure Sammy did his Mom before today. Have you fucked your mom yet, Brent?" I asked the question knowing the answer but somehow, not having Mom there made it unofficial or something. 

Brent looked me like I asked to hold his cock for a while.  

"Or would you like to take Mrs. Rossini upstairs and get better acquainted in private?" I waited, wondering what the answer would be. Either way was fine with me. 

Mrs. Rossini looked away from her son, finding me, she moved through the now crowded kitchen. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her body flowed against mine and soon my hands were holding her, moving with her as she gently massaged me with her body. She kissed at my neck. "Use me." She whispered. "Like you used her." Her voice rasped, an almost guttural mutter. 

"I fucked her." Brent said to the room. "I have fucked my mother." Brent was always the smartest of us all. 

Landon's eyes widened. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, me too. I fucked Kyla, my ma.  But Sonny was there. He, I fucked his mom, he fucked mine. I fucked my mother. She sucked my cock. Sonny took her ass while I was in her pussy. And fuck me if she didn't love it. So, Kyla Clark can be airtight anytime." He looked at me and his shouldered shrugged just a bit. "She has been acting guilty and weird ever since so I think, I think she needs some attention from someone besides me." He staggered to a halt. 

He surprised me but hearing that Kyla was not fucking him surprised me more. I nearly snorted, one more thing. 

I turned Sasha in my arms and cupped her breasts over the billowing fabric of her dress. "You have to say it, Natasha." I whispered. "Say it to us all." I felt her shiver. 

"Do it to me. Like you did to Annie Kingston in my basement while I watched. Fuck me. Let me suck you. Oh gawd, eat me! Take my ass and make me airtight! Use me. I want to fuck five men in a row and have them fill me." She looked around. "But mostly, I want to suck each of you. I love sucking cock!" 

Then she surprised me. She looked over at Mrs. Wills. "I want your lips on me, Laura. I want to feel a woman eating me and see if you can make me come! I have never been with a woman but I want it too. I want all of it." 

I pulled back from her, my cock achingly stiff in my sweats. She moved to my side, sliding an arm around me. Everyone was watching us. I gestured at the table. "Lay there, Sasha. Do you have under garments?" I knew the answer but I wanted her to say it, for everyone to hear it. 

She smiled, staring at the table where Alissa stood nearby, bound, her breasts protruding in the black leotard. "No. Well, just garters. Gawd, I am so wet." She chortled. She spoke as though it were a soliloquy, as if none of us existed. She sounded like a young girl, a woman new to her sexuality. This was new to her and she was clearly thrilled by it all. 

When we moved toward the table, everyone shifted away. Sammy took hold of his mother and guided her over to stand next to Melissa and then squeezed in between them, slipping a hand onto their butts and pulling them against his body; he had pulled his pants up. They both looked at him but seeing each other, looked away so he took firm hold of the ass of his Aunt and Mother with each hand and neither woman objected or moved against his hold on their bodies. He grinned hugely. Landon moved out of the way and Brent stood beside him, both watching me, arms crossed. I turned Mrs. Rossini around and sat her down on the table top. "Laura." I said softly. 

Mrs. Wills scampered over to me, her large eyes staring at me expectantly. 

"Is she wet, Laura. Wet enough to be entered?" I asked casually. 

Laura knelt, placed both hands on the woman's knees and parted them, easing them open. Sasha sat back onto the table, staring at the woman between her legs. She looked up at me. Then her eyes whisked past me to Brent, I presumed. Laura ran her hands up the inner surface of Sasha's parted legs; Sasha gasped and her inquiring eyes closed. She shivered and her head dropped back, exposing her beautiful neck. She licked her full lips and swallowed and I suspect all of us watching imagined a cock in her mouth. Her pose thrust her breasts out. With her head back like that, her eyes closed, her knees wide, she appeared the perfect image of a woman submitting to the pleasure of sexual servitude. Her breaths were deep which moved her breasts beneath the swaths of thick cream fabric. Her olive skin looked liquid smooth, supple and fine. 

"Oh, ohhhhhh." She groaned, anticipation dripping in her voice. 

Laura's hands had disappeared under the dress. Laura turned her head to look at me, amazement in her eyes. "She is wet, yes. Very wet, yes." She said, her voice a breathy gasp. "Geezus, she is dripping!" Laura's eyes shone. 

"Mrs. Rossini, would you like us all to taste you?"

Her head lulled forward and her eyes opened, glazed and limpid. Slowly she nodded. 

"Laura, you first. Just a taste."

The blond woman knelt, running her hands up and down the wide open thighs. She carefully lifted the two bolts of cream cloth which crossed just below Sasha's crotch. The tops of Sasha's tan stocking came into view with the bindings linking them to the garter belt which remained out of view. Her pussy remained covered. Laura slowly lowered her head and the dress dropped over her head. 

The woman mounted on the table widened her legs, arching her back and lifting her hips. She leaned back onto her hands, planted behind her and flexed her thighs wide, opening her body up to the woman between her knees. She seemed eager while holding utterly still as Laura Wills moved her mouth closer and closer to the crux of the matter, well out of our sight. "Ohhhhhh gawwwwwddddd!" Sasha groaned. Her body bucked once and she dropped from her straightened arms down to her elbows. "Ohhhhhhh noooooo!" Her hips lifted and then bucked twice. "She . . . is . . . licking me! Licking me! Oh yes, lick me, suck me Laura Wills, eat me!" Her voice ran up the register ending with a high keening. 

Laura rode the motion and seemed comfortable, settling into her position. I tapped her on the shoulder; once, twice, three times before she acknowledged me and her head reappeared from below the edge of the dress. 

"No please, let her . . . " Natasha sighed but then lay back, resigned to what was yet to come.

Laura crawled backwards and then I helped her to her feet. I pointed at Chris. "You next." Chris merely nodded and approached the woman sitting on the table. He stopped before Laura and licked her lips before kissing his mother hard on the mouth and the deeply, their tongues lashing each other. Sasha lifted her head and watched Chris till he broke the kiss with his mother, his face smeared with Natasha Rossini's cum. Natasha's eyes fixed on him, watching him approach through lidded eyes, her head lulling a bit as though she were drugged or drunk or had not slept in three days. 

Chris got between her legs, bending over her at first to kiss her lips. He kissed down her chest and tried to pull the fabric off a breast but had to settle for a squeeze. He got to his knees between her legs. Natasha groaned. He shoved the dress up, trying to flip it up and out of his way. It did not 'flip', the structure did not yield to this sort of rearrangement. He finally dipped his head and entered the makeshift cowl as Laura Wills had. 

For a moment, Sasha tensed; then she grunted and spoke, "Ohhhhhhhh, oh, oh he is licking me. His tongue is going deep inside me. Ohhhhh, yes. I think, I think, I am cuuuummmmiiiiinnnnggggg!" Sasha squealed, her hips flexing up, lifting Chris while he clung to her waist and thigh. After her ass dropped back to the table, he emerged from under the dress, his face glistening and flushed. 

I turned to Landon. "You want to go next?" I asked. 

He nodded. Chris, bless his pea-picking heart, stumbled over to Melissa and kissed her, smearing Sasha on her face. Then he reached for Alissa and pinched her nipples while Sammy watched him, massaging both asses while Chris fondled and kissed his aunt and caressed his mother's breasts at the same time. 

Landon meanwhile looked at me. "You going to have someone clean her up?" 

I glanced at Laura and quick like a blond fox she was between Sasha's lulling thighs with a towel. She disappeared under the cowling and Sasha jumped, jerking and grunting. "Oh fuck! She has fingers in me, she is fucking me." Sasha breathed. "Ohhh gawd! Oh, oh, oh!" Her body bounced on the table. 

I moved to Laura and tapped her on the shoulder again. She was more responsive this time and emerged, her face flushed but clean, not smeared with cum as it had been previously. Landon nodded and slipped under Sasha's cowling and she began to shake as he worked on her pussy. Whatever he was doing, she seemed to like it, her eyes closed and she arched her body against him. 

I moved over to the table and examined her dress. I found the hooks on each side and released its top. I skimmed the broad straps off each shoulder and revealed her breasts. From the side, I pulled the straps down so that her upper torso was bare. Natasha watched me with roiling eyes while her lower body pulsed against Landon's face between her legs. I bent and kissed each of Sasha's large breasts, sucking one and then the other into my mouth.  Below me, Landon worked on her pussy out of our sight. The second cycle of sucking and kissing her breasts, Sasha twitched and jerked and screamed into a new orgasmic convulsion. I moved off of her but pulled Laura over to us who looked askance at me. I bent her over the table, placing her face onto Sasha's torso. I lifted her maid's skirt and entered her. 

"Aaahhhhhhh." Laura sighed as I plunged deeply into her sopping cunt. I pulled free. 

"Brent, fuck Laura here but don't let her come. Mrs. Wills, the rule still applies, no orgasm for you." 

When she nodded, her face pressed against Sasha's roiling breast. Laura lifted up and took the breast into her mouth. Sasha groaned and dropped flat to the table, grunting as the woman sucked on her tit. Laura's other hand cupped her breast. Sasha's hands gripped the edge of the table and her hips punched upwards in rhythm with a beat only she could hear, or feel as the case may be. Landon continued to work between Sasha's legs. 

Melissa had taken hold of Chris' head and was positively licking his face, stopping to kiss him from time to time. Sammy had moved behind his mother and with her arms bound between them, was massaging her huge, bare, black breasts. Alissa's eyes were on me, unreadable but finally they closed as Sammy squeezed and kneaded her tits; one of his hands pressed at her skirt over her pussy and she grunted and her hips popped forward a couple times.  The scene was getting to her. The most interesting thing to me was that no one suggested I send the black women home, interlopers as they technically were in this day of airtight bliss for Mrs. Rossini. They seemed to add to her arousal. 

Brent moved behind Laura and grasped her by the wrists. With a knee he widened her legs and then crouched to touch his huge cock to her crotch from behind. Laura groaned and began to search for his cockhead with her pussy. Sasha watched, finally rising to her elbows to look over Laura's back at her son's cock. Brent caught her eye and for a moment they stared at each other, like strangers realizing they had a previous connection. She smiled and nodded. Brent released one of Laura's wrists and used that free hand to position his cock at the entrance to Laura's body. Once in place, he shoved, his cock sank into the blond woman's cunt and she cried out all the while her body shook and pressed back, taking him deeper and deeper. She rubbed her cheek against Brent's mother's breasts like a cat seeking attention, taking his cock into her body with loving, erotic commitment.

With one hand holding both wrists, Brent pulled back and slammed into Laura again, succeeding in penetrating her deeper. On the third violent and long stroke, Mrs. Wills came, squealing and grunting. Sasha was trying to remain on her elbows so she could watch the woman sucking her tits come, but her hips kept rising up, bumping and thrusting at Landon under the canopy of her dress. Her head kept falling back as the wash of sensation swamped her control

"Oh fuck!" Mrs. Rossini hissed through her clinched teeth. "I am watching my son fuck a woman while his friend eats me." She looked around. Melissa was getting to her knees, pulling Chris' cock into her mouth.  Sammy had his hands on his mother's breasts, while he kissed her neck. When Sasha saw that she glanced over at me. "Little Sammy is kissing his mother and his hands are on her boobs." She said, her voice slurring with drunken excitement. Then suddenly she shrieked and another climax arrived, stronger this time. Her body bucked, responding to whatever Landon was doing under her dress. Melissa sucked Chris' cock into her mouth and deeper, pressing him against the sink beside her sister who was struggling to turn in Sammy's arms. He refused her, holding her by her cunt and a breast, locking her ass against his hard cock. She looked distinctly distressed watching her sister suck a cock right below her eyes. 

Time to interrupt, I thought. 

I clapped my hands. "Mrs. Wills! Mrs. Wills!" I said loudly. "Did I just see you having an orgasm?" I asked, feeling not a little stupid. I had to stop this, it had to stop or Alissa would be betrayed. Another moment and every woman in the room would be getting fucked and I would be left to go fetch Annie.  Not a bad option but today should be Natasha's and I definitely had bigger ideas. 

Brent pulled back from Mrs. Wills. His face working, eyes blinking. "Shit, Sonny, what is the problem?"

"I told her she could not come. I believe she just had a very nice little orgasm. Sammy, leave your mother alone. She is going to watch today." Melissa continued to lick Chris' cock. 

Sammy's hands dropped like they were being burnt. Alissa grunted, turning her gagged gaze to me and pressing her ass back against her son's hard cock. Sammy slithered out from behind her, stepping around Melissa who continued sucking on Chris' cock. Chris continued letting her. Landon sat back on his heels, pulling his head out from under the bunched dress. His hands rested on Sasha's shapely thighs. 

"Landon, help Mrs. Rossini up." I said. "Brent come with me a moment." I took his arm and pulled him towards the back patio doors. I had a key in my hand. He struggled to pull his slacks up and arrange himself, suddenly self-conscious, his huge cock was coated with Mrs. Wills' approval.  "Brent, I want you to go next door and fuck Mrs. Kingston. Take your mother, let her watch. You know Annie likes an audience. It is time to show your mother what is like to get what she wants. Your mother wants what Annie got.  Fuck Annie, hard and fast. Take her like she asked. You know what I mean." I fixed my eyes on Brent's and he held my stare for a moment before nodding. 

"I think Natasha wants it all. What Annie wants. She should see it, see you fuck Annie. Do it right and your mother will be willing to fuck us all the same way. But Brent, this is your mom we are talking about. You have the right to deny her to us, even if it is what she wants. If you take her over to see Annie fucked, to watch you rape Annie, you are telling her that we will do the same for her, surprised forced fucking when we like. She will become another woman like Annie, a woman for us to sneak into your house and fuck whenever we like. You have to be okay with that. Got it?" I spoke loud enough for all to hear. 

He nodded slowly. Then his eyes cleared.  

"When you come back, we'll give her what she asked for, she'll get it all for the first time. She can decide then if she really wants it all, just like Annie! Just like she asked for the first time."

"What do you mean the first time?" 

"The first time she asked for something. I think once Mrs. Rossini sees Annie fucked the way she likes it, your mother will want that too. I could be wrong, I want you to find out. If she wants it with you, she'll want it with any of us so think about it if you take her there. This is one of those times when you can skip it if you like but you should go fuck Annie in any case."

Brent looked at me quizzically. "Pardon me, professor, but weren't you listening just now? I think that ship has sailed. I am pretty sure about what my mother wants."  

I nodded. "I heard. I am not going to make it open season on Sasha's ass unless I know she is clear about what she is asking for. Here is the key to the Kingston's back door. Be quiet and surprise her. She loves it when you sneak up on her and take her by force. Be careful because she likes to fight and I think it makes her wet when you subdue her with brute force before entering her. I am sorry to interrupt you but Laura Wills must obey or she will not enjoy the next phase of her pleasure so much. I promised Chris and if I let her get away with this, well, suffice to say I am putting a stop to her orgasm right now. Go on, take Sasha or don't." 

I turned away from Brent and went into the dining room where the big oval table with the opalescent surface looked out onto the front lawn. It was surrounded by eight chairs, white chairs with gold trim, the backs of which were narrow, tapered like the shape of a candle flame, each a slightly different shape. I dragged two of the chairs into the living room, sitting them at the top of the sunken area. I almost set them to face each other but decided that this would be too cruel. 

"Mrs. Wills." I called. 

Laura appeared, her outfit put to rights but her face showed her fear. Her lips trembled and tears ran down her cheeks. "Please, no." She whispered when she arrived before me. No one else followed her. Natasha still lay on the table panting through her recovery from the wracking orgasms she had experienced.




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 2



"Mrs. Wills, didn't I tell you that if you came, you would be restricted from participating in this event?"

She nodded, weeping openly now. 

I touched her tears with a finger. "I could send you away but I won't but you can choose to leave if you like. Go get me scarves, the right number of scarves. If you get the right number, perhaps I will sit you here and you can watch. If you bring the wrong number I will blindfold you and you can listen to Mrs. Rossini cumming. Would you like that."

"No." She answered immediately. "I like watching. Please, let me, I promise I will not . . . "

"No.  No promises. Just go. Scarves. Now. Or change and leave. Go, now!" I sent her away. I presumed most everyone heard me. Brent had been watching from the patio doors. His mother was still in the kitchen. Brent took a long, deep breath and then walked into the kitchen. He helped Sasha rearrange her dress so her tits were not showing, pulled his mother to the patio doors and out. 

Landon drifted in their wake, fixing me with his eyes. "Sonny? What the fuck?" 

"What the fuck, what?" I tossed back. I walked into the kitchen and took firm hold of Alissa. She seemed less than the imposing woman she usually presented to the world. Chastened. Chastened was not enough. Not by a long shot. I wanted her on her knees but voluntarily and because that is what would magnify her orgasms as she wanted. I had to break her and she wanted to be broken but she would resist till I found the right way to put her on her knees with her mouth open waiting for cock. 

I pulled her into the living room and with some struggle slid the back of the dining room chair between her back and her arms, sitting her in the chair with her arms cuffed behind her. Her elbows almost made it impossible to get her to fit over the back but her back was plenty flexible. I positioned her arms over the back and her legs spread around the seat. She refused to sit. I lifted her skirt and she tried to struggle away from my hand. I found her pussy through the shredded leotard and found her sopping wet. I shoved a finger into her over and over again.  Alissa groaned. Finally I felt her resolve to fight me give a little and she let the chair back slide up her back between it and her arms as she sat down, her legs releasing as I finger fucked her. She grunted through the gag. She bowed her head, her shoulders shaking but I did not take it to be sobbing. It was more like resignation. I needed desire and eagerness to be teased and denied and fucked. That would come.  

Melissa trailed me into the living room, Chris and Sammy trailed her. Sammy made a 'pouncing' motion with his hands behind her and Chris chortled. The mood had lightened a little. 

Clicking heels on the stairs announced Laura's return. She arrived with four scarves. I regretted for a moment that Mrs. Rossini was not here to watch the process but figured that she could live without seeing me tie up the blond woman. "Four?" I asked when Laura presented herself before me. She had them in one hand and I knew she was not leaving because she still wore the maid's dress. 

Laura nodded. She trembled and her eyes were red and she kept wiping them with her knuckles or wrist. 

"I asked you a question." I said softly.

Laura lifted her face to me. "Four. Two for my arms, one wadded up to go into my mouth and one for my mouth, a gag I mean." She said equally softly, almost whispering but not daring to deny us her voice. She was trembling like the proverbial leaf in the initial breezes of a rising storm. 

"No blindfold?" I asked.

Laura stared at me, her body salt pillar still. 

I waited. 

Finally she shook her head no, slow motions to right and left. 

I nodded.  "Okay." Laura sighed, closing her eyes and her body relaxed.  I took the scarves from her and draped them over Alissa's lap. The black woman looked down at them then up at me, her eyes ablaze. I looked at Landon. "Should we strip her before I tie her up?" I asked. I knew the answer but I wanted Landon to say it.

He shook his head. "No. This is Sasha's party. No sense in fucking it up with distractions. I know my Mom would not like to share us with any other naked woman." His eyes were unreadable but it was not a stretch to figure Landon imagined his mom in this situation. Impatience was clearly readable but I do not think it was for the present pussy. His imagination was pressing on him.  

I ignored his implication, whatever it was and nodded. I liked the reference. He presumed his mother would be here, waiting to be taken by us all at some point. However, I was pretty sure I would manage to introduce her to the delights of Sapphic love before we sealed her body with hard, male cock. 

I turned Laura around and tied her wrists. She began to weep most piteously. Her shoulders rolled forward as she bent, presenting me her arms but they shook with her sobs as they possessed her. She could not help it. The disappointment was so sharp, so painful, she could not resist the weeping as it flowed through her. She reacted like a sensitive child after being gently rebuked. After wrapping the first scarf around her wrists and forearms to the elbows, I tied it off. I turned her around. She lifted her face to me, tears streaming down them. I felt so sorry for her. 

"I am so sorry, Sonny!" She whimpered. "I did not mean to cum but Brent is so huge. I was surprised . . . it felt so very good to have him so deep in me!" New sobs wracked her and she almost bowed her head. 

I bent and kissed her lips and the sobs stopped, cut off like someone turned off a spigot. I kissed her for a few more moments then withdrew. "Just think of that big cock being in your ass, Laura. I promise you, the time will come when this will be your party." I glanced at Alissa. She was watching me like a cat stalking a cricket. "The time is coming when we will reward you for your service, Laura. Everyone makes mistakes. After today, you will resume your duties. If you stick to our agreement, you will reap untold pleasure; much more than if you defy me." I glanced again at Alissa and saw the flicker of hope which became resolve in her eyes. She knew who I was really talking to. She sat back in the chair, settling in to be comfortable, to accept what was coming. I almost smiled because she seemed to misinterpret my words, fashioning from them confidence in her own perceptions, hope woven from arrogance which she would have called optimism. Surprise only comes when perceptions are wrong and this could be a jarring experience if not done properly. I would surprise my lovely Alissa. I had a plan and rather than worry about if it worked or not, I wanted to see what would happen if. I would certainly find out. 

I bound Laura's elbows and upper arms, wrapping her tight but not so tight she would lose circulation. I sat her on the dining chair the same way I had sat Alissa, rather like they were tied to two posts awaiting their fates. The contrast of the fluffy, top-heavy blond beside the voluptuous black woman was pleasant. 

I placed the wadded scarf into Laura's mouth and then bound it in place with the fourth scarf. Her eyes watched, breath blowing out of her nostrils. If I knew this woman, if I understood her, she was more aroused than she had ever been in all of her life. For a second I considered putting a hand between her legs to see but demurred. She would enjoy that but denying it would give her far more pleasure in the end, I thought. When I finished, Laura glanced over at Alissa and they shared a curious look. I turned from them and found Melissa with my eyes. She thought it was her turn to be in the spot light but I turned to her sister. I needed to see something, needed to see Alissa do what I thought she would do which would once and for all justify my treatment for her. 

"Alissa, you have been voted off the island but I am willing to let you serve if you want. Do you want to take Mrs. Wills' place as our maid for the day while we make Sasha Rossini airtight? You can if you like? We'll fuck you but you cannot come; that's the deal." I stopped speaking and waited. I could see the wheels turning, see Alissa trying to figure out the angles which was precisely the point. She had to stop that with me and always choose her pleasure or I would never be able to give it to her.  I waited for perhaps thirty seconds before Alissa nodded her head just as I called out; "Time's up, dear Alissa." 

Alissa began to nod furiously but I ignored her. When she finally stopped thrashing, I said to her, "It is likely for the best, Alissa. I doubt you have Mrs. Wills' control. She can avoid orgasm for a long time and has. You would go clear to the back of the line if you screwed up the service after being voted off the island. It is likely better this way. There is tomorrow for you to fuck us while your sister watches." 

I almost smiled when I saw the sigh of relief and the glint of clever hope in her eyes. Alissa would remember this lesson for the rest of her sexual life. That was my vow. 

"Messy Melissa." I said, walking over to her. My arms were open and she lifted hers to envelop me as I kissed her. Her body sealed against me, one hand slid under the sweat pants and onto my bare ass. We kissed till I could tell the other guys were getting restless. I broke free from her, hard to do hard; particularly while she was bumping her crotch against my erect cock, grinding that luscious pussy into my thigh. 

"I am wet." She said softly, suggestively, dropping her eyes to look down, I presumed, at my hard cock. The expression in her eyes was perfectly clear. She wanted fucked. 

"I am sure you are but I have a slightly different role in mind for you. Since Mrs. Wills fucked her situation up by cumming when she shouldn't have, I was wondering if you would be willing to take on her duties for the day."

Melissa's chin lifted. Her eyes cleared, the arousal evaporated and she was calculating the meaning of my words. She lowered her chin. "I am not sure I know the rules she lives by?" She said.

"She is a good little maid; she cleans up after us. We fuck the main attraction and Laura eats her or wipes her cunt, squeezing or juicing her so she is not so sloshy when the next guy fucks her. If we want, we fuck her or have her suck us while Sasha is being fucked or sucking our cocks or whatever. As the day progresses, if she needs to fluff us to get ready for the main events, she does that. She is always ready to clean us or the airtight girl in question, keeping us from turning into a messy mess. We can all fuck her or ask for a little sucking any time but no coming, not for us in her and no orgasms for her while she is serving us. We come in the main attraction. She is here for service and orgasm tends to degrade the quality of that service . . . you would be asked to provide these same services."

Melissa nodded once, "And no cumming for me, either." It was not a question. 

"Right," I said, agreeing with her. "No cumming for you either." I made a face of consideration. "It hardly seems fair to ask that of you for nothing in return. How about if we give you the opportunity to be airtight tomorrow? I don't know if anyone will vote for you over your sister but we can see. Would that be a fair trade for your service? Fair since your sister has slighted us?"

Melissa's eyes focused past me and I turned to find Alissa staring at us, her eyes seemed to be gloating, mocking her younger sister. Her confidence was admirable, continually, she underestimated me. I looked back to Melissa. "Please, dear Missy, otherwise I will need to delay things to find a suitable replacement. I know my mother would be willing." I could have bit off my tongue. In her position, I think I certainly would have voted to see my mother doing the serving. Fortunately she did not know my mother and the thrill of seeing a mother fuck her son was fully present already. "But I tell you what, since we are waiting for Brent and Sasha, we'll do whatever you like till they get back." I knew it was a bribe and wondered if she would see the hook in the juicy promise. 

Melissa did not even hesitate. She reached under her dress and striped down her panties and moved over to the couch. "Eat me." She said pointedly. She sat down, sprawling, her legs akimbo. "Then I want you all to fuck me." 

Sammy, Landon, Chris and I exchanged looks. I went to her open legs and knelt between them. The aroma of excited pussy filled my nostrils. I put my hands on her knees and ran them slowly up her wonderful thighs. Her head lulled onto the back of the couch. Sammy moved around to the back of the couch and kissed his aunt. His hands slid inside her top and he massaged her breasts, squeezing them. Melissa's hips rose off the couch as Sammy kissed her, her eyes opened and she became aware it was her nephew she was kissing. I lifted her skirt and kissed up her right thigh, over her pubic bone and down the other thigh. 

Melissa struggled free of her nephew's mouth, "Quick to it, Sonny boy, I want cock before Brent comes back." Turns out the 'queen bee' syndrome was not just her sister's to master. 

I did hear the longing in her voice, she had seen the size of his cock. I licked her slit from bottom to top, searching for her clit through the tight curls of her pubic hair. She lurched once when I got close but then I gave up and moved lower, back to the pussy lips, swabbing them with my tongue. Then I thrust my tongue into her, pressing it hard into her body till I pierced her. I could feel the many folds and contours of her cunt with my tongue and for a moment I merely explored, touching and caressing her inner flesh with my tongue while I sucked with my lips sealed around her pussy and breathed through my nose. Then I must have found and touched her g-spot because her body jerked and her thighs threated to slap closed. Her hands found my shoulders and gripped me with two claws. Vaguely I heard her voice saying something before her body shifted and her pussy punched me in the face once more. I held on but after that violent ride, I rose up, dropped my sweats and entered her. Pulling her ass to the edge of the couch, I fucked her, pounding into her a dozen times before pulling free. Her black top was open and Sammy had his hands on her bare breasts. 

I pulled out of her and stood up. I yanked her to her feet, extricating her from Sammy's grasp. She had sucked her nephew's cock last, it was time he fucked her again. "Landon, sit down and let this woman suck your cock. Sammy, you have pussy duty." I held her around the waist but she seemed eager to pull free from me. Landon sat down without a word and I released her to her knees. She crawled between Landon's legs and kissed the tip of his now bare cock. 

Sammy arrived from behind the couch, took his position and lifted her skirt. He fingered his aunt's pussy for a few seconds before slamming his cock into her. She grunted and pressed back at him. I turned away from the sight to look at Alissa. She did not register me, staring instead at the sight of her son fucking her sister and her sister sucking a cock while having another cock jammed into her pussy from behind. She stared, entranced, unblinking, completely focused on what her sister was getting while she watched. I waited but Alissa did not move her eyes from her son and sister. She stared with unblinking eyes. 

I mentally shrugged. "I am going to go find Brent and Mrs. Rossini," I said into the twitching silence. "They should not be taking so long." I moved away from the scene on the couch and grabbed Chris by the arm. "Don't let them come in her. Or let her come, understand?" I spoke more harshly than I intended but I was in a hurry. I wanted to see Annie pinned by Brent's big cock and see how Sasha looked while watching. I had an inkling I was too late.

Chris pulled his eyes away from Sammy fucking his aunt and nodded, mutely. Landon groaned. Chris looked past or through me and I felt dismissed, ignored and utterly superfluous to the moment. Perfect!

I slipped out the patio door, through the hedge, up the steps to the Kingston's deck and through the door into the dim interior of their house. The rain had lightened to a mist. My eyes adjusted to the darkness to find Sasha bent over the kitchen counter, her dress bunched around her waist and her son pounding her pussy from behind. She was stretched onto the counter, her arms wide to hold to the smooth top, gripping the edges while Brent slammed his cock into her pussy, facing the refrigerator where Annie stood staring at the scene before her. 

Mrs. Kingston was tied to the refrigerator. I could not see what bound her to the door but she was studying the sight of Mrs. Rossini being fucked in her kitchen. She'd lean forward and the refrigerator door and the freezer door of the 'side by side' would both open a bit and then she'd grunt and push them shut with her ass. She did not acknowledge my arrival.

I eased past Brent who gripped his mother's hips with both hands and was feeding her a mile of cock, ten inches per second. Sasha was gasping and grunting and trying to find a rhythm but her hips only lifted to meet the down stroke and then dropped a bit as the cock pulled free of her body. She was muttering; "My son is fucking me while she watches. My gawd, my gawd, my gawd my son is fucking me while she watches." She began to shiver into a great orgasm and she lifted her head and looked directly at Annie. It was at that point that Annie noticed me. 

"Beeg boy fuck Annie good, Sonny." She said in a strangely casual voice. "Now he fuck momma! I see him, he fuck his momma like he fuck yours. She love it just like Cici love it and like I love it!" Annie smiled. 

I moved over to her and tipped her head up and kissed her. She wore a little dress with pleats and a shredded white blouse. Her bra was cut and a little cup dangled down each arm. Her nipples were firm and stiff. Upstairs I heard something go 'thump' but I could not place it and Annie spoke to me which deflected my attention. 

"You going to fuck me now, Sonny?" She asked, her eyes glistening. 

"Oh gawd, oh gawd!" Mrs. Rossini wheezed behind me. 

I turned around to face her. She was up on her elbows while her son fucked into her body. Her eyes were wild, her face glistened but I could not tell from what. "Brent, we are waiting for you two. What part of 'fuck Annie' didn't you understand?" I hoped Brent would understand the spirit in which I was challenging his choice and he smiled a guilty smirk. 

"Gosh Sonny, you are right. I apologize for fucking my own mother." He pulled back and then stepped away from Sasha whose eyes widened and she turned to try to look over her shoulder.

"No, noooooo!" She keened. 

I patted her shoulder, damp with sweat. "Up, Sasha, time to service the rest of us. You can fuck Brent tomorrow or Monday. Monday, he is busy tomorrow. My guess is that you will need tomorrow to rest before you walk normal again. My observation is that a cock up the ass can change your stride." 

Brent put his pants to rights and he helped his mother stand. She wobbled. Together they rearranged her dress. 

I turned back to the refrigerator and the Chinese woman tied to it. I found she was tied with two stocking, presumably hers. I got a knife and cut her loose. She separated from the appliance and went to stand by the sink, looking back and forth between Brent and me. "If you lick Sasha clean, I will fuck you for a minute before we go back." I said softly. 

Sasha swayed against her son who put a protective arm around her waist. 

Annie directed her dark eyes at me and then nodded, just once, a single, distinct motion. Brent, seeing that, moved his mother the end of the counter and despite her drunken manner, managed to get her body onto the counter. She lay down and automatically opened her legs. Annie moved between the woman's legs and thrust her head under the bunched dress. Sasha's legs opened and Annie began to lick the woman. For a few minutes, Sasha just lay still, her breathing seemed mostly regular with only occasional little hitches. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 2



"Geezus, Sonny, I never thought I would see my mother lay down for another woman like this." Brent said to me in a normal voice. 

"Things change." I returned. 

Sasha tried to raise her head but Annie must have solved the mystery of her cunt because Sasha grunted and then her body went stiff, flexing her hips and thrusting them up against Annie's face which we could not see. 

I smiled. "Sasha seems to be sharing quite nicely. Think she would like to fuck my mom?" I spoke hypothetically, which I think both Sasha and Brent seemed to miss. Neither responded but Brent's eyes raised from his bucking mother to meet my steady gaze. 

"My mom and your mom? Oh fuck would I like to see that!" He grinned. 

The thought seemed to agree with Natasha. "Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd!" Sasha chanted as her body bucked and thrust. Annie held tight. 

I moved behind Annie's lithe body, opening my pants as I got into position. Once I was there, I lifted her little skirt and entered her with half a cock and then as she continued to eat Mrs. Rossini, I proceeded to shove my cock home into the depths of her pussy. Annie's covered head began to hum and Sasha surged and bucked again. I pulled my cock out of Annie's cunt and pulled her, with some difficulty, from Sasha's crotch. Brent and I helped Sasha stand and moved to the deck door and out onto the deck. Annie watched us. From the door I said, "Annie, stay ready, we'll be back, some of us anyway." 

We got Sasha through the hedge with difficulty and up the steps to the patio doors of the Wills house. She walked like she was drunk. 

We stepped into the room as Chris pulled free from Messy Melissa's pussy. The woman was sucking heartily on her nephew's cock and Sammy was sitting with his head back and his eyes closed as Melissa sucked and licked his cock. I sat beside Sammy and gently pulled Melissa off his cock.  Alissa watched me with something akin to rage. 

"Suck me, Melissa." 

Sasha and Brent watched the woman fish my cock out of my sweats and begin to suck it. They glanced at each other. Melissa took me deep into her mouth. I tapped her head. "That's fine. Get up.  Ask Laura where the towels and wash cloths are and come back here. We'll need you. Oh, and take off your bra. I want to see your tits through that dress." 

I went over to Sasha and knelt before her. She looked down at me, mystified. I ran both hands up one leg and unfastened one stocking. She shivered under my touch but then helped me remove the stocking, by widening her legs.  "Thank you, Mrs. Rossini," I murmured. I walked over to Laura Wills. "I need this scarf." I said, removing her gag.  I waited while she gave directions to Melissa then replaced it with the doubled stocking. Then I walked over to Sasha. "Blindfold, my dear?" I asked.

She stared at me but nodded still floating in her sexual trance. I moved behind her and put the scarf over her eyes and tied it. Natasha shivered. I helped her to her feet and pulled her to a clear space in the room. "Our objective, gentlemen, is to make this woman come by just touching and caressing her while we remove her clothing. We have all eaten her so she needs to suck us, fuck us and then we'll make her airtight. Simple plan, Brent." 

"Simple is good." He said. 

I nodded. I moved around Mrs. Rossini. "We are going to touch you, Natasha. Everywhere, anywhere, at any time." I kissed the arch of her shoulder carefully. I looked at the other guys. They gathered around. Natasha trembled which got me several odd looks. Chris got to his knees and ran hands up each leg, deep into the foliage of her dress. Natasha grunted but stood firm. Sammy touched a finger to her lips. 

Melissa reappeared, towels and things, her breasts clearly visible through her diaphanous black dress. Brent gestured to her and she moved to join our circle. Brent lifted the front of her dress which shocked her but then her new role seemed to click into place and she relaxed. But only till Brent's finger sluiced into her pussy. She groaned and bent a bit. Brent held it under his mother's nose and then touched it to her lips, similar to what Sammy did. When she touched her tongue to his finger, her lips opened immediately and she sucked at his finger. 

"Ohhhhh fuck," Natasha breathed. "I taste female." 

"You are included, Melissa. We want to try to make her come just standing here while we strip her. You help." 

Melissa understood immediately and she moved to kiss Natasha on the lips. Natasha's hands found the body before her and registered breasts and hips and the kiss changed.  Just when a sound emitted from Natasha's throat, Melissa pulled away. I moved behind her and lifted the dress. I ran a finger into the cleft of her ass. Natasha groaned. I cupped a cheek and she pressed her body back into my hand. I released her and moved away. 

Landon unzipped one side of her dress. We stood staring at her dishabille for so long that she began to twist her head this way and that as though to hear something. We were all silent. I unzipped the other side of the dress and it gapped, showing her bare breasts nearly to the nipples. Abruptly, the dress just released and shuddered off her hips and down her legs She was naked but for the garter belt, one stocking and the pool of the dress around her feet. 

"Oh my, my gawd!" Natasha breathed.  

I made a motion with my lips indicating we all should kiss her somewhere at the same time and when all understood, we moved in. I took a breast in my lips and noticed Melissa doing the same. Landon turned her head and kissed her lips. Sammy sucked at her neck. Chris kissed her ass which left Brent kissing up one leg to her pussy. Natasha shivered with arousal at the attention and I think we all could tell when Brent's tongue touched her pussy. Together, we kept her from falling. She shuddered and then she was actually coming, a small, tight tremor which shook her body and made her sway in our collective grasp. 

As though a whistle blew stopping play, we all backed away from her. 

"Okay." She said. "Enough. Please fuck me!" 

"Suck me first." Chris said, diffidently but clearly. 

Natasha got to her knees and Chris presented her his cock. She sucked on him hard, pulling his cock directly into her mouth. She bobbed, she kissed, she sucked. Chris held her head and when she began to hum, he groaned. "Fuck she does love to suck cock." He said tightly. He endured for a couple more minutes, reaching down to massage her bare breasts as she sucked at him. When he came, Natasha Rossini drank him down like it was a secret elixir. 

Sammy replaced Chris. 

I moved over to stand by Melissa. She looked over at me and then at her sister who was staring at the white woman sucking her son's cock. "Thanks for helping us out!" I mumbled. 

"Would not have missed it!" She mumbled back. 

"Oh my gawd, she is great!" Sammy moaned. Sasha gripped his thighs while sucking him down her throat. When she began to hum, Sammy pulled out of Sasha's mouth. "No, can't." He grunted. He was saving himself. 

I went next. Melissa cleaned me off. Sasha had her own style. First she pursed her lips and pressed them to the tender, sensitive end of my cock. Then she sucked opening her plush lips a little at a time till there was room and enough flex and the head of my cock popped past her lips, into her mouth and her head bent and she took me deep, immediately. Once with my cockhead seated in her throat, she stopped, breathed, wheezed and swallowed a few times, rubbing the hard rib of her throat up and back along my cock. It was excruciatingly wonderful, filled with tingling excitement and the thrill of having her face pressed fully against me and my balls bumping her chin. When she pulled off my cock, she gasped and panted, sitting back onto her heels, her garters lank on her one thigh and dangling on the other. 

I looked around the room. I pointed to Landon. "Go fuck Annie." I said tightly. I would have been more politely expansive but Natasha slurped her tongue the length of my cock then held onto it with one hand and kissed and sucked at the end. I waved at Landon, speaking through gritted teeth; "I promised her we'd . . . visit. Ah fuck, Sasha, suck me!" I had to speak but when her mouth glided down the incline of my cock, not fast but not slow, gentle as snow but hot as fire, the pad of her tongue cushioned my cock as she pressed her head down onto it, rising up on her knees to change the angle. My cockhead bumped the back of her mouth again and she adjusted, fitting it into the deeper space and inhaling which brought cool air down past my cock and made it feel cool while her mouth enveloped me. Then her head fit against me again and her hot breath blew against my abdomen. She held still and her throat convulsed on my cock over and over again till she expelled me with a gasp and a shiver. 

I was so overcome by the sensation of her technique my head swirled. "She is waiting." I said to Landon. I tried to finish, panting into my own passion. I decided I wanted more and grasped the woman on her knees before me and she opened her mouth. I maneuvered my cock into her and she groaned as I slid into her mouth again. But then I reversed course which nearly made her fall into me. "Maid, I mean Messy, Melissa! Melissa?" 

She had been cleaning up after us, gathering discarded clothing and putting it in piles and dabbing at Chris. She heard her name and skipped over to me, her boobs dancing along with her. 

"Yes, Sonny, what can I do for you? How can I serve you?" 

"Bend," I managed to say. I felt like my heart was about the explode. I backed away from Sasha and turned, spinning Melissa's back to me. She understood and bent forward, putting her hands on her knees. I lifted her dress and dipped my wobbly knees, used one hand to direct the syrupy end of my cock to her pouting pussy and entered her. 

"Oh fuck!" She grunted as I slid deep into her with one profound stroke. Bottoming out in her liquid pussy, I ground at her ass, stirring her cunt with my cock for a few heartbeats which thundered in my ears before withdrawing. 

Sasha had regarded my actions from her knees, fascinated it seemed, to see a woman receiving a cock into her body from such a vantage point. I pivoted and presented my cock to her lips. Her eyes flicked up at me and then she sat forward and her tongue snaked out, touching first the base of my cock while my dripping head swabbed along her forehead. She twisted her head and licked up the length of my cock, swiping along the underside and catching some of Melissa's juice as she licked. 

Melissa straightened and turned to watch. When she leaned into a step to move a way, my hand on her upper arm tightened and pulled her closer. She understood and shuffled next to me. She lifted her skirt, misunderstanding my intention but suggesting something for next or later. As Sasha maneuvered her tongue around my cock, cleaning the last of Melissa off my cock, I turned the black woman and began to kiss her, pulling her lush body against me. I could feel the front of her hip touch Sasha's cheek. Sasha sucked my cock into her mouth, pushing down on me and pulling at me with that wondrous inner pressure the suction created when done right. My cock fit half into her mouth.  I turned my eyes from the sight of her mouth on my cock to Melissa leaning back in my one arm, her huge breasts tight and straining against the gauzy, black material. Her mouth was open and I pulled her to me and demanded her lips.  At the same time Sasha pulled my cock deeper, full into her throat, Melissa kissed me, lips and tongue, a boundless soul kiss that left me shivering. Her body rubbed against me and I felt her hips bumping against the side of my thigh, while her lips weaved magic against mine. 

Then I felt a hand and a moment later, as she suspired, Sasha's hand slide up my leg till she encounter the cinch here Melissa's leg contacted mine. Her hand moved to Melissa's leg and higher, out of my ken but curiously, whatever she did, wherever that hand did communicated with Melissa's mouth and tongue and I felt her change and groan and her hips banged against me. At a most inopportune moment, my climax arrived. Sasha snorted and Melissa kissed me harder. I struggled to breathe, finally breaking the seal with Melissa and spinning her away. The orgasm staggered me but Sasha had me well in hand. Her hands gripped my ass, a cheek each and as I spewed into her mouth and throat, she squeezed me over and over. 

When the flash and thunder passed, I pulled free of her hands and mouth and found Melissa steadying me. I turned to her and pulled her around in front of me. I moved her towards Sasha. "Eat her." I groaned, lifting the drape of Melissa's skirt to reveal her swollen pussy. I locked an arm under Melissa's breasts and held her tight. She agreed with my motion—it was after all her suggestion—and widened her stance, crouching a bit to present her pussy to Natasha. Natasha obliged and her tongue slathered at Melissa, making a slurping sound. Then she did something I could not see but which made Melissa groan and tense. Suddenly, Melissa was starting to shudder. I pulled her away from Sasha. Brent rose from his seat where he had been watching us and moved to stand beside Sasha. 

The woman sat back on her heels and ran her eyes from the base of his cock to the high, erect end, like she was examining a mountain she had to climb. I carried Melissa away, her legs seemed to be of uneven, inconsistent service. We climbed the two steps to the dividing wall between the kitchen and the living room and leaned against it. 

We watched Mrs. Rossini widen her mouth and suck Brent's mushroom head into her mouth, her lips glistening with her eagerness to taste him. Again. Her mouth fit and his cock began to disappear, a couple inches at a time. 

Melissa cuddled against my chest, her body still twanging. "Fuck, Sonny, I don't know how she does it!" She said. 

I, thinking she was referring to Sasha's envelopment of her son's mighty cock, agreed. "She is amazing. What a cocksucker!" 

"No," Melissa raised her head. "I mean Laura, Mrs. Wills. How can she serve and not come just from watching?" She shook her head. 

Something about the motion made me keenly aware of her breasts pressed against my chest. I so wanted to fuck her, what strength my cock lost returned with extra to spare. Idly, Melissa took firm hold of it, running her hand up and down on it while laying her head on my shoulder. It was at that moment that I saw the tears tracking down Laura's cheeks. 

On the floor, Mrs. Rossini had fit nearly all of Brent's enormous cock into her mouth. She gagged and beat a hasty retreat. Brent, twisted his mother around and knelt at her ass. She flopped forward on to all fours and he entered her pussy from behind, shoving his cock half into her body. Natasha screamed.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk! My son is fucking me! My son has his huge cock in me! My son is fucking me!" She dropped her head, gasping for breath. When she recovered, she lifted her head and spoke into the room, to no one in particular. "I sucked five cocks and now they will fuck me. I am going to fuck you all. I want you to fuck me! I want your cocks!" Who can blame her if she lost count? 

At the end of her refrain, Landon arrived, seeing Brent prying his mother open with his cock, he discarded clothing and presented his drooping, damp cock to Sasha and she licked him clean. Then she balanced on one hand and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, realizing her mistake, perhaps. Landon was hard again in a couple minutes. 

Brent pulled from his mother.  "Next." He grunted. Sammy skittered in behind her but when Landon pulled out of her, hard, Sammy rolled her to her back and mounted her, stabbing into her pussy from above and drilling down into her with one full, hard stroke. 

Sasha raved. 

I pushed Melissa away. "Maid duties. Go clean them off." I think she misunderstood because she began to suck Brent's cock which he did not resist but finally she realized what I meant and got a towel and cleaned him and then Landon. Chris pulled her to him and she was on her knees sucking his cock so when Sammy came into Sasha's opened pussy, Chris immediately took his place and began to ram his cock into her over and over. Sasha babbled, calling out her pleasure and chanting her desires. 

I moved over to the two bound women. They were both fixed on Sasha fucking on the floor, her head banging against the couch. I waited till Laura acknowledged me. I wiped at one tear as it ran down her cheek. Then I knelt between her knees. Her eyes turned to pure lust. I glanced at Alissa and saw something more than lust in her eyes. Her mouth worked, a trickle of drool lined her noble chin. I parted Laura's legs and lifted the skirt flap covering her bare pussy. The blond groaned and then, when my tongue lapped at her pussy, she screamed into the gag blocking her mouth. One, two, three burly strokes and her hips were pulsing off the chair. I stood, bending a little. I lifted her ass with both hands and tried to put my cock into her. A black hand appeared, grasping my cock and directing it to the parted lips of Laura's pussy. As soon as the head disappeared, I speared her, jamming my cock as deep and hard into the gorgeous blond woman as I could. It was awkward, even with Laura's willing slump. She screamed again into the gag and her body tried to buck against me but I straightened my legs and pulled out of her. The disappearing cock stalled Laura's orgasm and she hung on the back of the chair, her eyes wild. 

"You are fucking evil, Sonny Duncan." Melissa muttered. I turned my attention to Alissa and for the first time I saw real fear in her eyes. Despite my expectations, her legs opened immediately when I moved in front of her. Beside me, Landon gripped Laura and shoved his cock into her. She screamed again, still muffled. He withdrew, leaving her snorting and sniffling around the gag. 

"Clean me." I said to Melissa. 

She knelt immediately and licked at my cock a few times before sucking it into her mouth and descending on me completely, as deep as she could. Alissa's eyes never left her. 

"Yeah, me too." Landon panted. 

On the floor behind us, Sasha was fucking Chris and her babble came and went, ebbing as a new orgasm washed through her superheated body and resumed as it passed and departed. Chris was fucking her with steady strokes which roused her to climax after climax in rapid and increasing succession. The milieu was bouncing her from climax to climax without much intervening effort.  

Melissa turned from my cock and sucked at Landon's. Alissa watched her sister till I lifted the edge of her long white skirt. With some difficulty, I shucked it up her legs. She pinned her knees together till the skirt was bunched high on her thighs. The fear in her eyes had been replace by a sort of wild desperation; a wanton need which seemed to supplant the 'queen bee' arrogance that had gotten her into trouble in the first place. 

She lifted her hips. I pushed the skirt past her thighs and onto her waist. She immediately spread her knees and scooted forward to the edge of the chair, painfully flexing her shoulders and arms. She winced but persisted, lifting her hips with little motions, the best she could manage. 

For a moment I considered her slit, staring at the black skin rimmed with pink and gray and curtained with pubic hair. When I licked her, she grunted and her hips rose to smash at my face. I withdrew then, with a hand on each knee which served to make her go still, I licked at her pussy again. Again she thrashed against her bonds. I heard Chris coming in Sasha Rossini and I dropped Alissa like she was nothing. She keened after me as I turned away. 

I looked for my clothing and realized my slacks . . . and belt where upstairs. Melissa was cleaning Sammy's cock while Brent tried to get his huge cock into Laura for a third guerrilla attack on her pussy. Landon rammed his cock into Alissa. I had started something I almost regretted. I dashed up stairs and got my belt. From Laura's replete collection, I rescued three more scarves, longer than normal scarves and carried them downstairs. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 3



Authors' Note--this is a continuation of parts 1 and 2. Enjoy. -C





As we approached Laura's bedroom, we heard the grunting of a woman with her mouth full. Landon had his cock in her mouth while Brent fucked her, still on her knees. Her head was turned and she was straining sideways to suck at Landon's hard cock. He pulled it out when we came into the room. 

"What now Sonny?" He asked. 

I left the two women staring at Sasha Rossini fucking her son and moved to take Landon's place. I had planned to have Messy clean me off but Sasha was fine. She did, sucking at my cock and pulling it down her throat as best she could at that angle. When she released me, gasping and panting, she dropped her head between her arms and sagged over the pillows while Brent ran his cock into her three or four more times. 

"Melissa, go get a belt. I think she needs heated up again. Don't you, Brent?" 

Brent pulled his huge cock out of his mother and struggled off the bed. "Sure, Sonny." He gasped tightly. "Whatever you say." 

Sasha turned her head and looked around the room, seeing Laura and Alissa as though for the first time, it seemed like she could not take her eyes off of them. Melissa arrived and offered the belt to Brent. 

"Chris has not had a chance." Brent said, glancing at him. 

"I think Chris tried out the thrill on Annie, didn't you?" 

Chris looked surprised but then grinned and nodded. "Geezus does she like the belt!" He said. "When I stopped, she kept saying 'more, more, more' till I fucked her." 

I shook my head. "She's all yours, Brent." 

He nodded once, took the belt and before Sasha could turn her head back to front, laid it across her ass and hard!

Sasha Rossini screamed like she was being disemboweled. The belt fell again and her voice cut off, chopped off by something inside her and suddenly her body began to shake and shiver. She jerked against the headboard scarf, pulling it tight and then she arched her whole body. "Oh fuck, oh gawd, oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, again baby, one more." Sasha spoke through barred teeth. But when the blow she invited fell she screamed and her whole body convulsed, shuddered and shook. She twisted and bucked as a gigantic orgasm swept through her superheated body. If she was tired, if she was numb, if she was worn out, she showed no signs of being ill-used. She thrashed against her bonds for several minutes while we all watched, amazed. 

Finally, exhausted, she slumped onto the mound of pillows, hanging by her arms. 

"Five more, Brent." 

He administered medium strokes to his mother's ass but she barely moved, barely responded beyond crying out twice through sobs. I backed him off and untied Sasha's arms. She fell to all fours, her head down, her tousled brown hair hiding her face. Melissa untied one leg and I freed the other. 

"On your back, Mrs. Rossini. We are all going to fuck you and come inside your cunt. We are going to fill you up and Melissa will keep you clean."

Sasha groaned and Melissa cooed while she pulled the pillows out from under Sasha's swaying body. Melissa rolled the woman onto her back. Natasha groaned and the screamed and arched her pussy high on the bed, lifting her ass off of it. I got between her legs and grasped her legs at the knees. When I pressed them wider, Sasha lost the tension in her arch and her ass bounced to the bed. 

"Oh fuck!" She cried. "Oh my fucking, hot, burning ass!" 

When I lowered myself towards her crotch, she closed her legs, clasping me between her thighs. I forced them open and then directed my cock at her gaping pussy. She groaned when the tip touched her steaming flesh. Her legs shifted and her pussy lifted, sheathing me into it as her ass came off the bed. I moved forward, keeping my weight off her. She lifted further, encasing more of my cock in her pit. I positioned my body, reared back and hammered down onto her, slamming her ass back to the bed. She tried to cry out but dropping my weight onto her belly and breasts stymied the sound. My lips sought hers and my hands slipped beneath her ass. She kissed me, her tongue filled my mouth and she snorted with passion. 

"We are going to fuck you and fill you, Natasha, then it's airtight." My hands gripped her ass and I ground my cock down into her seething body. 

"Oh yes, fuck me Sonny, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She screamed. 

I was gratified by her response to me and I pulled my cock up and rammed it full into her again. She received it with a grunt and a mewl, half way between a sigh and a giggle. 

"Oh fuck yes, fuck me!" She wheezed. 

Fuck her, I did. For maybe two whole minutes I managed to pound Sasha Rossini before my climax raged though me. I had not come much yet; I had saved myself for her ass but decided it was time. I felt I could fuck forever and the ecstasy of that feeling wrapped in Sasha's milky, heaving body created a furious mania. I hammered her hard, jerking her against me while she jabbered and blathered beneath me. Her hands guided and pulled me, urging me into ever greater force as I hammered her onto the bed. Finally it arrived though I felt an entire epoch had passed. I rooted my cock into her pussy and filled her with cum while she gasped and tensed. Her lips found mine and I felt her orgasm communicated in a kiss. She rose up to find my mouth and kissing me, she came. 

When the rattling pleasure released us, I lay draped over her inert body. Finally, with the thought that everyone was staring at my ass, I pulled my wilted cock out of her body and moved off of Mrs. Rossini. 

"Oh, yes." She sighed. "That was fucking fabulous!" 

"That is just one." I said.

Her eyes opened. "Oh fuck, I don't know if I can stand that again. But fuck if I am not willing to try. Who's next, boys?" 

I grinned down at her and got off the bed. My eyes found Alissa. Her eyes were wide and she looked me in the eye immediately. Whatever had been there before was fading. Perhaps my words made sense to her and she was beginning to intuit the meaning of her presence here. I promised myself, we would do right by her if she learned the MILF List was our thing and sharing it was not hers to do. 

"Melissa," I said, holding Alissa's attention. "Clean her." My thought had been one of wash cloths and towels but when Alissa's eyes jerked past me and I heard Natasha groan, I turned to find Messy Melissa face down in the woman's pussy, probing her with tongue and fingers. Sasha's hips began to pump as Melissa ate her. Her hand gripped the brass pipes of the headboard and her body lurched and she twisted under Melissa's cleaning. 

Sammy caught my attention and pointed at his aunt's ass and nodded. I just grinned which was all the encouragement he needed. He scrambled up behind his aunt and shoved his cock into her, lifting her dress and fucking into her so fast she barely had time to register she was about to be fucked. Melissa lifted her face from Sasha's pussy and groaned, "Oh yes, fuck me!" Her words penetrated Sasha's ecstasy and she rose up to look down her body at Sammy fucking his aunt, the woman eating her.

But Sammy pulled free and was past his aunt before she put her face down. He presented his coated cock to Sasha and she sucked it into her mouth. Landon moved behind Melissa and entered her, shoving his cock so slowly into her body, she lifted her head and waited, shivering and moaning. Once rooted into Melissa, he pulled free just as slowly and then gently moved her aside. "Sammy, take her other hole." He said. Sammy moved down to Sasha's pussy, sitting on his heels and pulling her body up onto his legs and then cramming her pussy onto his cock. Her back was bowed like a suspension bridge but she held onto the headboard. Landon got astride her head with his coated cock and she slurped at it with her tongue till it was clean of Melissa's froth then she sucked it deep into her mouth. She kept it still and merely sucked on it, varying the pressure with her lips and mouth. 

Sammy came into Sasha and flopped back and off the bed, falling onto the floor with a funny thud. It made us laugh but just for a moment distracted from the nude woman on the bed. Landon moved down and fucked into her. Sasha raised her hot ass off the bed but Landon slammed it down. He put her legs over his shoulders and fucked her with long, slow strokes. Chris motioned for Melissa and pushed her forward onto the vanity and entered her, shoving his cock into her from behind. She groaned and her whole body quaked but he pulled free of her before she could gather momentum and climax. Chris mounted Sasha's face and she sucked and slurped at his coated cock as she had the others. Landon was slow-stroking the woman and Sasha quivered with each cycle. Her body was possessed by the two men, her hands gripping the brass headboard like a hurricane blew at her. Then, suddenly as though it arrived without notice, she began to shake and shuddered with a quick orgasm. 

"Again!" Melissa whispered. I looked over at her. 

"Clean me." I said, not thinking of towels and wash cloths. 

Melissa seemed to have forgotten them as well. She knelt and licked and kissed my flagging cock. Sasha screamed around Chris' cock as she came again. Melissa pulled back and looked up at me with glittering eyes. "Definitely. I am definitely willing to be considered." Then she sucked my cock back into her mouth. 

I knew what she meant. 

Landon roared into an orgasm, pounding into Sasha's pussy from his knees. When he moved away from her, Chris took moved down the woman's body which lay inert, quivering and twitching. His cock was hard and straight. "Melissa", he called. 

Melissa left me and finally resorted to cloth and towel, wiping at Sasha's oozing pussy several times before lowering her mouth and sucking at it, pulling cum out of Sasha's gaping pussy till her mouth was full. Then she crawled up Sasha's body, turned the woman's lulling head and Messy Melissa fed Sasha gob after gob of come from her own body. Sasha resisted but Melissa had none of it, kissing her and letting the come drool down into Sasha's mouth. Sasha grunted then flinched as Chris entered her. Then something clicked in her and her hands released the bed and she grasped Melissa's face and they were kissing for real, not just swapping spit, or come as it were. They kissed while Chris fucked Sasha. Melissa's hands found Sasha's tits and Sasha released her head and returned the favor, massaging and rubbing Melissa's tits through the material that covered them. 

At one point, Chris realized he was ignoring the black pussy over the white one, so he pulled free of Sasha's pussy and shoved into Melissa's. The motion seemed to rob Melissa of her ability to remain suspended over Natasha's body. She eased down, rubbing her clothed body against Natasha's nude one. Watching, I wished they were both nude. Chris shoved harder and his cock penetrated Melissa. Natasha broke the kiss and panted for a moment before speaking to him. "Fill her, fuck her, Chris darling. I want to taste you in her. I want you to fuck her and I want to eat her. I want you to come in her so I can taste you in her pussy." 

Melissa recaptured her mouth but Chris looked around at me and I just shrugged. "Whatever the woman wants, Chris." I glanced at Brent. His cock was raging. He caught my eye and nodded with a sly smile. 

I moved over to Laura and slowly removed her gag. She gasped and smiled sweetly at me. Her face gained rapture when I pressed down on her shoulders and she got to her knees. Brent arrived and I moved out of the way. Laura followed his wagging cock with her mouth till Brent took hold of it and positioned the tip against her lips. She kissed and sucked the head into her mouth, moaning and cooing. Alissa looked back and forth between the blond and her sister being fucked on the bed with an expression of hurt neglect. I ignored her. 

On the bed, Chris was hammering into Melissa from behind while Natasha's hands gripped the black ass cheeks, pulling and massaging them, grinding the black woman's body against her own open crotch. Melissa's hands had hold of Natasha's face and she was aggressively kissing the woman beneath her while her body swayed and arched to receive the cock behind her. Natasha shoved Melissa's ass back at Chris. Melissa got to her elbows and grasped Natasha's breasts. In that moment, Chris cried out and began to pump a load of cum into Melissa's pussy. The moment he finished, the women were twisting and changing positions. Natasha sealed her lips over Melissa's pussy and sucked, licked and kissed, swallowing all she found there. Melissa was cooing and then she grunted and her hips lurched. Natasha speared her with a finger and then probed her molten pussy with her tongue. When she moved up a bit and her lips found Melissa's clit, the black woman cried and began to squirm. 

"Cannot come, cannot come, cannot come!" She chanted but Natasha did not relent. 

I glanced at Alissa; her eyes were fixed on her sister, her expression a mixture of envy and malicious anticipation as if she knew her sister was going to orgasm eventually under the other woman's mouth and hands. Natasha continued to work on her. 

Brent was trying to get Laura Wills off his cock, finally having to press a palm to her forehead and push her off and away. Her eyes were closed though she only had the cock head in her mouth, she looked utterly contented. Her disappointment etched on her face as Brent pulled away from her. He immediately climbed on to the bed behind his mother, gripped her hips and jammed his gargantuan cock into her cunt. The moment the bed moved, Natasha became less animated at Melissa's pussy. When the cock entered her, she groaned and then lifted her head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck who is fucking me? I feel a cock sliding into me! I am being fucked while I eat come out of . . . of . . . " 

"Melissa." Chris said helpfully. He had recovered and sat at the head of the bed looking down on the women. 

"Melissa, yes, Messy Melissa. She tastes of man and fucking woman mixed together . . . agggghhhh!"

Brent had fit his cock and was shallow stroking his mother but when she began to babble, he reared back and slammed his cock as far into her as he would go; which was quite a ways. Natasha began to shake. She put her mouth back to Melissa, the flap of the black dress covering most of her head. She fed at Melissa's pussy and Melissa began to babble about coming while her body arched. Melissa bucked under Sasha's probing tongue and sexy lips. Her legs collapsed and spread wide around the two people between them. Her hips convulsed and he writhed into a maelstrom of orgasm. She twitched and screamed through tight lips. When Chris reached inside her bulging neckline to grasp a breast, she groaned, gripped his wrist and held his hand in place while she arched and ground against Sasha's mouth and his hand. 

I was hard again. I moved towards the bed. Chris fought loose and got off the other side. I moved to the head and climbed over Melissa's body, scrunched against the headboard. I presented her my cock and she sucked it immediately into her hot mouth. The position was so awkward, I climbed off her immediately. She slumped on her side, turning her hips up which dislodged Sasha. Sasha lay her cheek on the point of Melissa's hip while Brent pounded into her. Moment later, she cried and her face crumpled as a new wave of orgasm ran through her. Brent arched his back and thrust his cock deep into his crouching mother and began to come, filling as we all had. 

Natasha panted and groaned as her son filled her. "Five men. Five cocks. Five times they fucked me. Five times they entered me. Five times they filled me. Five cocks. Five cocks. Five cocks." She mumbled while Brent finished his deposit. 

My cock ached. I looked around the room Laura Wills remained on her knees, her lips parted while she watched Brent fuck his mother. Alissa was staring at me, her expression a mixture of confusion and consternation. 

"Time to make her airtight." I said, "Unless anyone is hungry." 

"Starving." Sammy said. 

I helped Laura up and released her bindings. "Go fix sandwiches for us. Take Alissa but don't release her." 

Brent had toppled onto the bed beside the two women. 

"Showers and a nap for everyone. We have time to make her airtight, yet. We will eat and rest up for the finale." 

Lunch, showers and naps followed. 

I was on one of the beds when Natasha wandered into the room and crawled onto the bed. "Sonny, thank you for this! I cannot tell you what I am feeling. My whole body is alive, like it has not been in years, maybe ever. I am full of anticipation." Her hand found my cock inside my sweats. It responded nicely and she soon had a fist full of cock. She tipped it out of the sweats and then took it into her mouth. 

"Here she is." Sammy called. "She is sucking Sonny's cock." 

Natasha wore one of Mrs. Wills robes. Sammy moved her body to the side of the bed, my cock still in her mouth. He lifted the robe and she opened her legs, arching her back, lifting her ass and parting the cheeks of her ass. 

"I think Mrs. Rossini wants more cock. I just happen to have some available." Sammy chortled. 

Natasha lifted her head off my cock, her breath blew onto my cock, chilling it. "Fuck me, Sammy." She hissed. A moment later her body hunched as he shoved into her. Her breath caught and pulled at my cock. 

"Melissa." Landon said from the door. "Lube. It is time." 

Moments later, Melissa arrived beside the bed. Alissa in her wake, still bound. Sammy pulled free of Natasha's pussy and staggered back. "Mrs. Rossini, I humbly request the right to be the first inside your ass today." In answer, Natasha got to her knees, and with a long parting suck on my cock, moved up my body and mounted me. He held my cock with one hand, directing it to the entrance of her still slick pussy and then dropped down on me. The feeling of her body enveloping me took away my breath. I shivered and it seemed to travel through me, up my cock and into the panting woman. 

"Mrs. Rossini," I grunted as she began to roll her hips on top of me, pulling my cock out of her body and then running her ass forward to thrust it back into her. I lay almost still, only flexing the moment she reached the limit of depth from her position, serving to push a bit deeper than otherwise would have been possible. The action elicited pleased exclamations from her. Her hands splayed on my chest while she rode me. 

I gripped her great hips, pulling her harder and harder down onto my cock. She rode me for a moment but then lifted up, tilting forward so her swaying tits were in my face. I release her hips and grabbed a tit and pulled it and thus her to my mouth. She groaned when I sucked hard on it. Her back arched, pressing the breast against my lips. 

Melissa patted my flank. "Up." She said. Laura appeared at the other side of the bed. I was pleased to see someone had renewed her bindings. But whoever had dealt with her had removed her blouse first. Suspenders dimpled her big breasts, attached to the skirt. I reached out to her and she came close, her chest arched so her breasts seemed huge. I clasped one and pinched the nipple hard. Laura grunted into the gag, once more in place in her mouth. 

Melissa patted my flank again. "Up." She said. I released Laura and looked to the other side of the bed. Alissa was leaning over me beside her sister, pressing her bare breasts at me. The leotard formed a strap across her belly below her oscillating breasts, partly hitched to each elbow. I ignored Alissa and lifted my hips which jammed my cock up into Natasha. She grunted and then seeing the pillows Melissa held beside us, she rose up above me. I followed her up with my cock but lost her. Melissa fixed the three pillows under my ass. When I settled, Natasha settled and it tipped her forward onto my chest. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 3



"Her ass, Sonny." Sammy said tightly, showing me a finger with glistening line of lube on it. Melissa had more ideas. With a scarf, she bound Sasha's wrists together and then wrapped the remainder of the scarf around headboard's crosspiece. Sasha gripped it and sought to lift her ass. Sammy moved behind her and I felt Sasha flinch and tighten. Her pussy rippled around my cock while her thighs clinched against me. 

Landon came around the bed, moved Alissa back with an elbow which earned him a dark look from the bound woman. He released Natasha, removed her robe and bound her lower on the headboard which allowed her to lie more comfortably on my chest. She flinched and jerked again. Behind her, the bed lurched and she shivered and moaned. 

"Oh, Sammy sweet Sammy darling I feel your cock at my ass. Put it in me, sweet Sammy, plug me, fuck me make me airtight!" She turned her face to Landon who had his cock in his hand. She twisted her body while settling her hips down firmly onto mine, rooting my cock deep into her pussy. She leaned over me, scraping my face with her dangling breasts. Her mouth fit over the end of Landon's cock and then she jumped, her body lifted and then she was straining back. A keening started deep in her throat. I gripped her hips and pulled her hard against mine, seating my cock more thoroughly inside of her. Her inner muscles writhed and seethed with stimulation and excitement. I benefited. Her breasts wagged over my face and I managed to get one into my mouth. I sucked hard and unconsciously crushed her body harder against me with my hand. She became very still. Then I felt Sammy pressing at her ass, a sort of soft motion that shifted her body on top of me. Then I felt that motion change direction followed by a sudden, profound lurch. 

Natasha grunted.

"Wait a minute, Sammy." Landon said. 

Through the tangle of Natasha's tits, hair and her straining neck, I saw Landon grip her face and push it down. Her hands, bound above my head made it impossible for her to follow the motion so it wrenched her, twisting her. 

"Now, Sonny, hold her ass still while Sammy fucks this airtight bitch!" Landon said through gritted teeth. 

The world moved. I held Natasha still but her body seemed to shift and surge around me, around my cock. Her pussy pulled and sucked. Then her hips began to hunch but not with any accompanying muscular action on her part. Her body was fixed in place; she was being moved and I felt Sammy deep inside her ass trying to reach out and touch me. I pulled her hard down onto my cock and felt his weight on her. Natasha screamed around the cock jammed in her throat. Her body was twisted and held and penetrated from all angles. Then I felt it; the woman began to shake. Her flesh seemed alive with inner motion. Landon groaned and I felt Sammy's motion shift speed. Natasha's hips were crushed against me and she flexed them, first against me and then back at the cock in her ass. She grunted and groaned. Sammy, feeling the genius of the situation and went still. Natasha moaned and shifted her body to a more comfortable position and then her hips began to twitch back and forth on the two cocks. Her torso moved as she moved her head up and down on Landon's cock. 

The feeling that flooded through and around me thrilled to the core. The woman fucking me was feeling something I could never feel. She shivered and twitched, her voice grunting and her hips ground down on me then drove back at Sammy over and over again. My own orgasm appeared in the distance and as it eased forward, closer, Natasha began to pant and grunt, blowing through her nose with a sort of erotic desperation that thrummed through the rest of her body. Her body began to shake. Sammy resumed hammering against her from above and I hunched up at her, pulling her hips. The tit filled my mouth so that when my climax arrived, I sucked on her hard and Natasha began to struggle against us. I held her firm and Sammy redoubled the force of his penetration of her ass. Mrs. Rossini keened and shook; her body rocking and convulsing and quaking. 

I erupted deep inside her pussy. I felt her body jimmy which I took to be Sammy coming into her ass. Landon growled and Natasha felt three men coming into her body at the same time. The threatening storm of her orgasm broke and she shrieked deep in her throat, then swallowed the sound and Landon's cum. Her body thrashed and she bucked on top of me, her arms locked over my head. I held on but her motion and the flashing pleasure of my own orgasm took hold of me and I almost lost her breast but bit down hard on the end of it. The impact of her climax and the feeling of my teeth on her nipple catapulted her into a paroxysm of pleasure. 

Landon pulled his cock out of her mouth which allowed her voice to take on something with words but not much sense. I arched underneath her. I felt Sammy respond and we pinned her hard between us. The action seemed to bounce her out of a descent into another orgasmic ascent which made her buck between us. Without needing to suck on Landon, she straightened, gripped the headboard and bucked, convulsing and shaking with the new heights of orgasm. The two cocks lodged in her body prevent her from moving very much. Her face turned down to me; her eyes were clinched tight and her lips were pulled back in a taut grimace of helpless tension. Her hair flailed above me, her head shook and her whole body shook. Unbelievably, another contraction wracked me and my cock lurched inside the woman. The feeling seemed to echo inside her, reverberating but her body seemed to amplify it so that at some point, she passed from the clutches of the present orgasm into another, new wave of orgasmic ecstasy. I felt Sammy grinding into her but she seemed oblivious to us both. But then she opened her eyes and seeming to see me between her elbows, bent down and kissed me hard, all lips and tongue and joyful lust. She rode me like she was chasing pleasure, rocking her hips back and forth between our cocks. 

Then it was over. She jerked once, twice and her whole body went slack. She draped herself over me with a loud suspiration. 

Natasha Rossini became still. 

For several moments, there was no sound, no movement. 

"Jesus Christ, I have never seen anything like that before." Melissa said into the silence. 

Sammy groaned and pulled free of Sasha's ass. Sasha tried to lift her head but she could not, she dropped it back down beside mine. "Sonny," she whispered. "Anything you want. Ever." She whispered. "I have never been fucked like that before."

"You are not finished yet, woman." I whispered back. 

She lifted her body, trying it to see if it was back to obeying her conscious mind. She gazed down at me, her eyes glittering with arousal. "This is my day and I want it all! Everyone gets to fuck Natasha!" She said loud enough for all to hear. "Ass, mouth, cunt—I want cocks in every hole. I am an airtight princess!" She sat as far back as she could, bound as she was. "Take my hands loose, you could not get me to pass on this if you tried. Oh, gawd girls, you have to try this. Being fucked like that! Oh fuck it is unbelievable!" She rocked off of me, releasing my cock and a flood of her juice and mine. 

Chris untied her and she flopped beside me. I was not entirely sure I could get off the bed. My body sang but I was not positive it would listen to me if I asked anything of it. I closed my eyes. Then I felt lips on my cock. Melissa was licking Natasha off my lank cock, the bitch. My cock got hard in her mouth, the shit! I had no energy left to do more than blink my eyes and my cock was raring to go. 

Melissa pulled off me and moved over my face, staring down at me. "Geezus, Sonny, is that what airtight means? A woman going out of her mind with pleasure? Fuck yes, I want that!" She lurched onto me and turned angrily to find Alissa behind her, shoving at her sister's bent form with her hips. Melissa inhaled, I figured, to spit some imprecation at her jealous sister but I pressed a limp hand against her clothed breast and she twisted to look at me, lascivious hope in her eyes. 

"Air, need air." I managed. She struggled off, pushing her sister back with her ass. I managed to sit upright. I felt lightheaded. I got to my feet, wavering by the bed. "This bed is too small. Take Mrs. Rossini into the master bedroom and do her ass for her. I have to go next door and wrap things up with Annie . . . and see if I can get some strength back." 

Chris chortled. Then sobered. "Can I whip Mrs. Rossini's ass while you are gone?" 

Natasha's eyes opened. I saw the fear but could not discern if she was aching yet or if it would add or subtract to her experience. "Ask her." I said and tottered out of the door. I knew leaving had the potential to see every pussy in the room getting fucked while I was gone. The atmosphere was thick with a mixture of female need and the unleashed male lust. I almost went to pull Alissa out of the maelstrom but did not have the energy to bother. If she got hers, she might get nothing else, I vowed. She had to shift how she treated me, how she understood the MILF list. Despite the thought, I wanted to fuck her. I longed to fuck her. I wanted to beat her to tears and then fuck her pussy and ass and make her airtight. 

In that moment, I almost broke. I wanted her so badly but thank god for Annie. I knew I needed to go finish up with her and let her know we were done with her for a while since her husband was returning tomorrow. I needed to leave her the message to let me know when he left next so we could give her more, that is, if she wanted more. I needed to know that, to reaffirm that again. 

My cock was hard so that was not the issue. I staggered down stairs and found orange juice in the fridge. I drank a couple glasses. The chill braced me. From deep in the house I heard a woman begin to scream. Natasha had her mind made up for her, apparently. 

I dressed idly. The day was dim outside. Night was falling. I got shoes on and stumbled off the deck, through the hedge. I noticed a track in the grass and hoped Annie could explain it to her husband. I walked up the steps to her deck and tried the back door. It opened. 

I shit you not, my cock swelled and was impossibly hard. I felt like some sort of fucking freak. After what I had just experienced . . . it made no sense to me that my body was already preparing to penetrate the Asian woman. 

She was not in the living room or kitchen. I did not feel up to sparing with her. "Annie?" I called. I heard something upstairs so I called again, "Annie? Mrs. Kingston?" 

Silence. 

I shook my head. I had to go up the stairs. I had no idea what the fucking woman was going to greet me with. I certainly did not expect what I found. She was on her bed, on her knees. Her hands her planted against the headboard, tied there with soft, fuzzy rope. Her head was down when I looked through the door into her bedroom. But she was expertly bound onto her bed. A strap was fixed around her waist which was tied to the high posts at the foot of the bed. Her knees had cuffs around them with lines pulled taut and tied down to the low posts of the head of the bed. With her hands tied midway up the scroll work headboard, she could barely move. My cock got really hard. I could see the distinct slit of her pussy between her slender hips. In the light from the lamp by the door, her pussy glinted and winked with moisture. Slowly I began to undress. 

Annie's head came up. I understood. Her eyes were covered with thin black wrap pulled tight around her kinky black hair. And she had ear buds which were attached to a little Ipod hanging by her hands. She tried to look around, showing me her covered eyes and her thick, open lips. She cocked her head but she surely could not hear me but when I moved, I saw the shadow I cast move on the wall. Annie turned back and dropped her head. 

Fuck me, I thought. Landon must have been the one to tie her up like this. It was pretty impressive and rather than think through that thought, like where the strap around her waist came from, I finished striping and got on the bed. As soon as Annie felt the bed shift, her head came up again. She twisted her body, trying to look back over her shoulder but blindfolded, it was a waste. I was so hard. I think it had to do with the backwash of memory; Natasha caught in the throes of ecstasy, her body possessed by three men at the same time, just the idea of making her airtight was erotic enough but now, away from them all, seeing Annie, bound, helpless and nude on the bed, I felt a powerful flush of energy rise up in me. I wanted her. I want to make her fuck me, to take what was offered without any restriction. I moved behind her. 

She felt the motion? "Hello? Who there?" True fear lanced through her voice. 

I did not understand at that moment. My mind was a swirl of sensations and images of Natasha on her knees between Melissa's legs and Brent hammering her from behind; Laura Wills sucking my cock while she looked up at me, her eyes wide and shining. Alissa Honeywell bound to a chair, her eyes fierce while I fondled her bare breasts and then fucked her narrowly, leaving her panting for a completion she was destined never to get. I resolved in that moment that I would bind her tonight and prevent her from coming till Monday. I smiled. No such restriction for Annie Kingston. 

I moved behind Annie and touched her thighs with mine as I knelt behind her. She dropped her head. My cock entered her. 

"Oh yes, please fuck me! Make me come, please! Fuck hard, fuck hard, please! Who you are, fuck me, fuck me." She raved. Her body accepted me with what can only have been delight. Her flesh parted and I was buried to the hilt in her wet, clinching sheathe. She grunted. She tried to press her ass back at me but her knees would not allow much shift back, though she did succeed in planting me into her pussy. I gripped her hips and thrust into her several times. The pleasure was immense! She seemed to pull at me with her inner muscles. I thought of Melissa and how we were going to treat her tomorrow, airtight and all and how Laura would enjoy serving while Melissa's sister watched, bound and frustrated. I had watched Laura. She had watched Alissa's discomfort and even through her own craving, when she looked at Alissa and stared at the coiled and bound woman with unrequited desire, Laura wanted that denial for herself. She was jealous of Alissa! 

I increased my speed, fucking Annie with a new fury. I heard something behind me and I stopped, trying to twist without pulling out of her welcoming cunt. I saw nothing, heard nothing. I leaned over her lithe back and pulled the ear buds from Annie's ear. "Are you alone?" I asked, not thinking much of the question. 

"Fuck Annie." She said, her voice a quick whine. "Make me come. That you Sonny? Fuck me, please. I wait all day for you." She crushed her slim ass back against me as far as she could, which was not far. She was cleverly suspended on her bed, with only the slightest slack in her bonds. She grunted with satisfaction as my cock sliced into her again 

The hot pleasure of her body, the radiating need seduced me. I gripped her hips and began to fuck her. I began slow, slow fucking her like Landon liked to do. Then I sped up and soon I was hammering her and Annie was screaming for me to come to her, to fill her and calling my name. I felt my orgasm swelling up in me, rising from my toes and I was about to crush her with a new rush of energy when the air when out of the room. 

"Finally," a horrible deep voice said from behind me. "Sonny Duncan has come to fuck my wife." A shadow fell over me and for a moment I was terrified but Annie screamed, 'fuck me, Sonny, fuck me!'

I think in my lizard brain I figured if I was going to die, the best thing to do was to die in mid-orgasm, or best, post-orgasm and since Sid was likely to kill us both, certainly able, I should give her the best I had because we were both surely going to die fucking. So I roared and pounded against her little body. Annie's head jerked back, her back bowed and then flexed which seemed first to open her then she clinched. She screamed and grunted and my own climax reared up and filled me. I jammed my cock hard into Annie and she lifted her ass to receive me. I was still coming when the shadow changed. 

I felt Annie's ties to her waist release and three pillows plopped down beside her heaving head. I was still pumping into her as a big, huge fucking hands, removed her ear buds, unclasped her hands and pulled them wide which moved her forward. I was not done coming so I followed her body forward, gripping her hips as I filled her pussy full of my cum, perhaps my last come. Annie felt me pouring into her body and something switched on inside her. Her pussy sizzled around me, clinching and pulling. Her back bowed then arched, pushing her pussy onto and then pulling it off my cock several times before she finally convulsed and her climax peaked. She thrashed at her partial bonds and at my cock and my hand on her waist. She groaned and then she spread her knees and tried to sink down to the bed. I refused her, pulling her back into place on my cock. 

"She wants you to flick her clit. Touch her and she'll go off." That deep, foreboding rumble said. The shadows shifted around us and a huge form appeared. Sid Kingston sat in the easy chair tucked between the head of the bed and the window. He crossed his long legs and sipped from a tumbler with ice it. He seemed calm. "Go on. Touch her clit. She is dying to come. Has been most of the day. She fucking loves fear and believe me, she has been scared shitless for a whole day. 

I am not sure what or if I was thinking. I reached around Annie and stroked her pussy. Making Annie come seemed like my true calling at that moment. True to Sid's prediction, Annie bucked and thrashed and then her body went nuts. My cock lost its place in her pussy and I even backed away from her, watching in awe as the little woman surrendered to a sexual apoplexy of heroic dimensions. She shook and strained and quaked and shivered and grunted, grinding her teeth and shaking her hair around her quivering shoulders. 

I sat back amazed at her display. 

Finally, I looked up at Sid Kingston as he sipped from his glass. Sid Kingston was around seventy or so but he was no old man. His hair was steel gray and full. He was every bit of six-nine, perhaps more. His head looked like an Easter Island statue it was so large, with the same planes and angle; cheekbones so high his cheeks hollowed below them and likely always had. His eyes were huge and his hands were about the size of my head. As he aged, he did not go soft or get squishy. He became more angular, like a stick man, turning angular with flat planes where other men his age became soft, bulging wrecks. Sid Kingston looked like an Ent—you know, the tree people from Tolkien! His skin was everywhere Indian brown though he was no more Indian, dot or otherwise, than I was. 

Now you might ask, what in the fucking world was I doing fucking such a man's wife? Youth, I can claim. Opportunity too, but really, it was because she liked it. If her big, dangerous looking husband did not have what it took to keep her sexually satisfied . . .? Well, it was a gamble at best but I had had a good life. My internal, mental shrug had a sort of fatalistic, freed exuberance to it which was heady and luscious at the same time. 

"So you are the new author?" 

Sid Kingston regarded me for a moment, sipped and looked at me through the glass before sitting it down on his big, bent knee. 

All I could think was that I was fucked. 

Sid continued. "Medium McClusky? The Pleasure Contracts? I looked them up while I was waiting for you to finally come by to fuck my little wife here. Not bad. Love the Kindle. I have it on the IPAD. I downloaded the first couple installments. I heard one of your little friends telling Annie what you were doing. He seemed unduly proud of something that was not his but then you gave him a shot at little Annie here, didn't you. Who is that you are fucking over there? Don't tell me you are playing poker and coming over here ever so often to fuck my wife?" He hesitated. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 08 Pt. 3



He seemed so relaxed, I guess I figured cold-blooded killers would be this way just before they killed some poor sap; some poor naked sap who was all fucked out. I both hated and loved the movies at that moment. "I promised her. " I said, then.

Sid nodded. "Yeah, Annie told me. Told me all about you and Mommy and big dick and the rest. We have had a good time catching up since yesterday. That is the thing about schedules, they can surprise you. They can change." He sipped. 

I guess something clicked in me, I mean besides all the sphincters I own, and I just gave up. I laid a hand on Annie's flank. "So you know she likes surprises?" I said. I moved my hand down to grip her leg just before shoving a finger into her leaking pussy. She grunted a little but shoved back, taking my finger deeper into her swampy depths. 

"She told me all about it. Why don't you move around and make her suck your cock while we talk." 

On the one hand, the last thing I wanted to do was move closer to the man. On the other hand, his voice did not sound like a suggestion, more of a statement, more of an order when you get right down to it. I did not reflect at that moment how odd such an order was but orders were orders and since I had not a stitch of clothing on and nothing else in my inventory relating to ensuring my survival to speak of, I complied. The idea of getting a blow job seemed to fit the occasion as much as anything else I could think of and better than most of the alternatives I could fathom. 

I got off the bed and moved unsteadily up beside Annie. I ducked under her spread arm and slithered onto the bed, pulling pillows behind me so I would be comfortable. I had a leg to either side of her body. 

"Annie, honey, suck the good man's dick." 

Annie did not hesitate but dipped her head, mouth wide and tongue out, questing for my cock. She found it and pulled the end of the little guy between her lips. The situation has finally sunk in and my cock was now basically a cocktail sausage. Annie caught the little end with her lips and sucked, her tongue slathering along the sides and over my balls. Despite myself, I groaned and my cock resumed its former occupation, growing and hardening between Annie's luscious, expressive lips. Nice to be single-minded, I thought, wishing I was a cock with some place safe, dark and warm to hide. 

Sid resumed talking. "I have been here since Thursday, late. I had to return early; the lawyers I used in Chicago for my domestic business ran into a conflict of interest and are going to drop me. I had to come back to sign off on some things. Fuck me, now I have to find a new attorney. I am going to look around home here so I don't have to travel so much." He took another pull on his glass. "I am getting old."

Sid stopped talking for a moment, regarding his wife's head bobbing on my cock. I have to confess, yes, it bothered me a little, having him staring at me getting a blow job from his little wife. A couple month months before, I would have lost wood and been too terrified to move but a couple of rounds of airtight and a whole lot of MILFs and sons has sort of altered my perspective. Now, having him watching her suck my cock, well, it kind of thrilled me. Looking back, I remember the thrill of him seeing her sucking my cock with such relish. Of course I did not understand. At the moment, I thought the thrill was simply delight in still being alive and in one piece. I did not give much thought to the fact I should have been too scared to get erect. I only noticed that later, much later. 

"Take off her blindfold. I did that just to irritate her." Sid rumbled. 

I did and found Annie's dark eyes filled with terror. The terror, however, took the form in her of a thrill and a passion which her mouth and tongue communicated to my reviving cock in many wonderful ways. 

"Thanks. I don't want her to be . . . well, maybe I like to see her struggle a little. The blond guy seemed to get a big kick out of belting her ass and I confess, I had no idea she had that degree of tolerance in her." He snorted, "tolerance, hell! She came like a firecracker when he fucked her after he whipped her ass." He drank again. Another relaxed chuckle rumbled out of his chest. 

"See, Mr. Duncan, my wife of five years was actually part of a business deal. I have been doing business in China for ten years, nearly ten years, ten years next July I think. I had been over there before on other matters but never gotten involved, not invested I mean. About six years ago, it came to my attention that one of my business partners was in a bit of a pickle. This one had married him and he used her families' money to get into the game. He had a mistress on the side, or may be two but then one got her hooks into him and he wanted nothing so much as to get out of his marriage to little Annie. Of course he wanted to keep the money and the influence and contacts, which was tricky. But the pussy on the side was good and persuasive so he asked Annie for a divorce. She refused and her father's old friends served as a sort of guarantee the fellow would not manage to leave her for any reason. 

"Now I had developed a bit of a reputation by that time in China. One of the things I rather liked to do was demand things of guys there they both hated to give me but could 'spend' as part of a business deal. It always makes them think you are special. Hung Ye Chao, Annie's ex, husband at the time, he had to give up his mistress to me when we became partners. Once it got around that I like to fuck guy's wives, the wives came to expect it and the reputation of my one-eyed monster got around. Now I never focused on wives, lots of time they were not worth it; girlfriends, daughters, mistresses, shit even a mother or two; I tried to fuck them all. I almost always demanded a shot at the wife of the guys who had mistresses and who knew I knew it. It let them know that even if I was a fucking gui lao, I would not play fair if they didn't. Annie here heard about my monster. After it came to her averted attention that her husband was banging another woman, she demanded that if he wanted to keep his dick, he had to introduce us and then watch while she fucked me. 

"So, Mr. Duncan, can I call you Sonny?" 

I hesitated, but it seemed to be a real question, not a verbal twitch. "Ah, sure, Mr. Kingston." 

"Call me 'Sid'," he rumbled. "Where was I? So, Sonny, you cannot guess what it is like to have women look at you like a challenge and a big, hard slab of meat ready to make her famous. I rather liked it." He drained the glass and chuckled again, that cracking sound when big boulders impact at velocity. I did not like the violence the sound suggested. 

Despite the story he was weaving, my cock was in his wife's mouth and she seemed undeterred by his presence, sucking her own effluvium from my cock while it grew big and strong and happy again before pulling it deep into her throat and working it with her muscles in a way that made it very, very hard. I was ready to release her, throw her on her back and hammer her to the bed; well, except for Sid's presence in the room which made me think that would have been a bit awkward, rude maybe or suicidal, perhaps. But then he stood up. Annie pulled off my cock and then sucked me deep again. The sensation of fearing death while in the midst of a blowjob thrilled through me. It confused me because while I had passed the point of fearing death because I more or less expected to die and soon, I really wanted Annie to get me off one last time before Sid popped my head like a big pimple. 

Before my very eyes appeared the largest cock I have ever seen. The fear returned. 

"Annie, we are going to try again. Maybe you are greased up enough by now. Sonny here is number five I think, pumping you full of cum, if I count right. And shit, that was just since this morning. I know ol' Sonny here fucked you at least twice last night before I went to sleep. One of the other guys came over after that and your racket woke me up for a moment. That should be enough, don't you think." Sid got onto the bed and maneuvered Annie's ass around till he was satisfied. He sat on his heels like Mahatma Ghandi at the weaving spindle, Annie's legs spread over his knees. I could see the big cock head peeking over the crest of her rump in front of my eyes, against the flat, gaunt cliff of the man's broad chest. Annie sucked so hard on my cock I feared she would take it off. Her excitement communicated itself to me. Her hands gripped my waist, like she was holding on, preparing for the monster cock to enter her body and I was her security . . . cock? 

Sid put one hand on his cock and pressed it down her slit before letting it drag back up into position. He repeated that a couple times, just fiddling with her body and his. Annie groaned around my cock, hands tightening on me. Finally, Sid pressed forward, sitting on his heels, his brown-gray legs seeming to be carved from wood, strong and solid, hairless and lean, shining in the awful light. He shoved forward and surprisingly, Annie pulled off my cock to press her pussy down the great tapered head. She closed her eyes and twisted her ass, wagging it back and forth till the whole head lodged inside her cunt or at least, disappeared from my fevered gaze. 

"Geezus!" Sid groaned. "Annie has a great pussy, doesn't she?" 

When he did not keep talking, I figured I better answer. "Fucking A." I said. "Annie is a great piece of ass!" 

Annie's eyes opened and she smiled at me, a sort of sad piteous look. Then she closed them again and tried to press her body further onto the great slab of meat hooked inside of her body. 

Sid patted her hip gently. "Relax, Annie. We have time. I need to talk to your little toy for a bit before we get down to business."

Talking is good, I thought. Let's talk a lot! I could not imagine any business that would be good for me at that moment, what with the man's wife's mouth on my cock and his monster nosing into her pussy. Without an engraved invitation, it seemed like a bad situation. Thank god I was past being scared. At least for the moment, the cock was aimed at Annie, not me. I'd like to say I relaxed but that is overstatement. But I could breathe more or less normally. That was something. 

"So anyway," Sid resumed, settling onto his knees, "Annie wanted to fuck me." Annie's body, propped on his legs and pierced by his cock, shivered. When the tremor passed she moved her mouth back to my cock and sank it down onto me, taking me completely into her mouth and just holding me there. My cock swelled and bulged with pride at such attention. 

"So Annie wanted to see the famous 'great cock', hen da ji ji, in Chinese. I used to walk into a room and I'd hear everyone whispering that. It just means huge cock." Sid adjusted Annie's body on his legs which sent tremors up her spine and thence down my cock. She seemed to like that motion because she undulated her body between the two cocks in her trying to duplicate it. She did not do very well but the effort felt good. 

"When Annie met me, she walked right up to me and said she wanted me to fuck her, in Chinese of course and loudly which made everyone else in the room really, really uncomfortable. If you knew anything about China you would understand that better. Not willing to be put off balance by a Chinese broad, I said fine, where and when. She said the next day. She looked at her husband and pointed at him. She asked if he could be home by noon? He was poleaxed but she did not let him off. She kept staring at him till he agreed. Then she looked at me and said one o'clock and said I should bring my cock; her husband was going to watch her fuck me. She left the room, just like that. 

"I tried to laugh it off but her husband no less insisted I had to show. My partners said that if I did not, he would end up pig feed somewhere and our hopes of completing a billion dollar deal would be kaput. Now I like sex but I love business and this deal was going to be both lucrative and fun. If my partners had not been so scared . . . one of them even said that I might not get out of China and he might never fuck another woman with anything but a finger, if they let him keep that . . . her family was nothing to sniff at, it turned out and most of them were scared of Annie here. I would have skipped it but with all the flurry, I had to keep the appointment. Plus they all escorted me. I had to go. 

"I really didn't know much about her family but she was not too popular with them either. Something about her made them fear her. So anyway, I went to my partner's house. She made him answer the door. He took me to a nice room with a western toilet and a soft bed and everything. He told me to shower and gave me the best silk robe I ever owned. I showered, put it on and walked out of the bath to the bedroom. There was Annie standing by the bed, glaring at her husband. He sat on a straight backed chair with his hands folded in his lap, staring at them. 

"Annie turned to me and pointed. 'Now you fuck me.' She said. She untied her robe and dropped it revealing this perfect little body to me. She got onto her knees on the bed and waited, typical Chinese position, doggy is, I am told. I have to tell you, very few Chinese women even dared to board this train, much less take it all. I traveled in China with a Russian woman who had four kids for the first couple years. She echoed and could barely fit around me. When the guys would try to show off their girls, I had her. I traveled with her because a couple times of having the Chinese girl run out of the room screaming after seeing or occasionally actually feeling my cock and almost getting my throat cut warned me that I needed to be careful about letting Chinese women try to prove something about their sexuality with my cock; it was risky and I don't like risk that much. Eventually, it got around that you did not offer a woman idly to me and it became a contest to see who could find one to take me. No one ever introduced me to their wives once it got around. I had to find new tactics. That's when I started with mistresses, girlfriends, sisters, daughters and mothers. Very few women can take me, a lot tried. They exist but they are few and far between. I am just too big. Most cocks this size do not have the heart behind it to keep in inflated for long. I have always been healthy but I digress. Ready, hon?" Sid leaned forward smoothing a hand up Annie's back. 

She expelled my cock carefully from her pliant mouth and said, "Yes, Sid. More cock, please." She sounded so different, so polite I almost laughed. She put her lips back to my cock and bobbed her head a few times before resuming her position with my cock fully lodged in her mouth and throat. She waited, tense. I could feel the tension thrumming in her taut body. 

Sid put his hands on her hips and lifted her, like she was made of paper. He scooted forward a little and then he lowered her onto his cock. I could not see it from my vantage point; Annie's body hid it. But her hips flinched wide, bending wide like there was a hinge in her tailbone. She groaned. Sid pressed down on her hips and she shivered and then passed right into a wracking orgasm.

"Hold her head, Sonny. She might jerk a little and you don't want teeth marks on your cock." 

He was 100% right about that. I did as instructed. 

Sid moved back and Annie's body quit jerking. The little orgasm left her. Annie lifted her head and then pressed it back down my cock, nestling me into her throat and mouth, her tongue languidly stroked and massaged me. 

Sid continued. "So anyway, there I was, stark naked in a strange house in Beijing with a nude woman waiting on her bed waiting for me to do her doggy style while her two-timing husband watched. I looked at him and he gave me no indication at all of what to do." Sid smiled at me. "Relax Sonny, I have been in your position and you are doing fine. Keeping it up when a husband walks into the room speaks well of you. It indicates it is the woman that you like fucking, not the man." He adjusted Annie's hips again and I swear I saw them drop down a couple inches indicating that much more of him had entered her body. The man was fucking huge, I tell you. 

"I have a rule, you seem to have one like it, Sonny. Never turn down pussy. Nothing good has ever come from scorning a horny woman and Annie was hot to trot. So I moved to stand beside her and dropped my robe. Annie turned her head and began talking in Chinese too fast for me to follow. Her husband told me later she said he had told her the fucking truth for the first time in his skinny, worthless, pig fucking life and now she had to let this monster lo wai fuck her. She said she was going to get him for it. That made him turn white, I swear. She turned back to me and with her face set, told me to climb abroad and fuck her. 

"I did not know what else to do. I got behind her sort of like I am now and tried to enter her. She never quailed but I never got it into her. She started trembling like a leaf and tightened up, way worse than she is now. He told me she counted on 'big dick' going soft so she would not have to take me but I never did, never do once the big guy gets riled unless I go to sleep or come." He brushed a hand over Annie's spread hips and rose up, showing me the girth of his cock and how it compared to her body. I could not believe there was any hope for her and I was not sure why we were even trying. 

Sid pulled on her hips and Annie matched his pressure, shoving down with her back. Another few inches of his massive member passed into her body. Annie grunted and gurgled on my cock, which felt pretty good, actually. 

Sid went on with his story. I was going to hear it all, apparently. "I tried to fuck Annie all that afternoon. By five, her husband was grinning and sitting with a bottle of bai jiu next to his chair, completely blasted, watching Annie sweating and crying as she tried to fuck me. She had me lay on my back and she lowered her cunt down onto me but after trying for twenty minutes, she gave up. We tried with her on her back, her side, shit we did the whole book but she got only about six inches into her at one time. 

"To make a long story short, I never fucked her that day. She finally tried to get her mouth around it and could not do that. She was abashed, I think that is the right word. She sucked on the end till I came and we gave up. The next day my partners were ecstatic. They said the deal was sure to work now and we had nothing to fear from Annie's family. We were too happy too soon. 

"The ruckus between Annie and her husband got worse and more rancorous. Finally, it seemed like the deal and even my right to work in China at all were in jeopardy. I asked to meet Annie and she agreed but in public. I had figured out what had happened by then. Annie had crowed she was going to fuck 'big dick' but when it got out that she had failed, she lost big face among the women she knew. They mocked her but only a few tried to prove they were better women than she was. None were. 

"Anyway, it got out that Annie tried and failed. She hated that. She had told her husband if it got out, she would ruin him. He could not keep it quiet and what had been 'fixed' got broken again. I never told but whether her husband was to blame or Annie herself confided in the wrong ear, I don't know but it got out. She became famous for publicly humiliating herself in her social circles. She blamed Hung Bu Hao, though." Sid tried to giggle but it just came out a foolish booming chuckle. His glee was clear though. "She called him that and he never understood. Bu hao means 'not good' so she was telling him he was not well hung, right to his face. He even answered to the name, took pride in it. He thought she was calling him bad boy Hung, his family name. I think I was the only one to get it. Annie is a smart girl. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 09



The story continues . . . vote, send comments and enjoy! -C





I woke about nine to the rattling buzz of my phone. I had slept ten hours. After a shower, I fell into bed and the black hole below it. I think Mom and Georgia spoke to me when I got home but I was so wrung out, I either ignored them or they got it that I was a zombie husk and not worthy of human interaction. 

The phone continued to buzz and rattle on my night stand and I roused out of the cloying slumber and answered it. "Hello?" I mumbled. 

"Mr. Duncan, I hope I did not wake you." The dark rumble of Sid Kingston's voice snapped me awake. 

"Mr. Kingston." I said.

"Call me Sid, really. Listen, Sonny, I just wanted to tell you . . . "

I interrupted him. I had no wish to hear anything of that sort from him. "Forget it, Sid. Least I could do. Annie's . . . " I stalled, still unsure of my stance with them. "Glad I could help." I finished lamely. 

Silence. 

Sometimes I fucking hate silence and this was one of those times. I got to my knees and sat on the side of my bed. Adrenaline pulsed through me till I felt sick with it. 

"I think I scared the shit out of one of our buddies this morning." Sid said, amusement watering down his deep voice. "But thank you. I just wanted you to know I scared the crap out of one of you buddies. 

"Oh." I said, surprised. Once again I thought I knew something when I didn't. Listening really is a good thing. "What happened?"

"I got up to get some coffee. Annie had gotten up to make us breakfast and I found him fucking her in the kitchen. I am unusually quiet for a big man so he did not know I was there. I don't know what sort of situation you have with the other guys and my wife but I did not want to interfere, since I have benefited so directly, you understand, though it seems to me that I should charge you all something for using my wife like you are." He chuckled, "Like she is mine to give away or something. Annie is her own woman. If you all were paying, I would not even get a percentage. We have renegotiated and you are the beneficiary.  Anyway, I went back up stairs and hollered down at Annie if the coffee was ready. Something I never do. Annie yelled back, something she only does if she is really, really pissed about something. 

"I was far enough down the stairs to see the naked kid from next door bouncing off the deck and disappearing through the hedge." Sid chuckle. "I bet he got scratched pretty good going through that hedge naked like that."

I did not see fit to correct him since I did not want him to go examine it and see the path we were making through it to the back door of his house, to Annie, to his wife. Well, now everyone knew he was home. 

Suddenly it struck me what I had forgotten the night before. I did not tell anyone else that Sid Kingston was home and now poor Chris . . . I could not help it, I laughed. "Poor, poor Chris." I said out loud.

"Is that his name? Oh yes, Chris Wills, I remember now. Good looking kid. Annie seemed to like him. Shit, she fucked him." 

For a moment I was struck by Sid's chattiness but then I was struck by an entirely different thought; one which blanked everything else but the logic of which did not complete itself for some time. "Hey Sid, did I hear you say that you will be seeking new representation and that you want to move it local?"

Sid did not answer immediately. I think I could hear him mulling the question over, wondering if he wanted to make that any of my business or not. 

"Yes, I think I did mention that last night. Jetlag makes me garrulous sometimes." 

Garrulous? Good word, I thought. Garrulous. Must mean 'chatty', I thought. The idea burned in my brain and I could not shake it even to go look up a new word. "You know, I happen to know someone who is with Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline." I waited. Sid did not respond. "I wonder if you'd be interested in talking to her."

"She's a woman?" Sid said immediately. 

"Yes. Alissa Honeywell, Annie, your wife knows her, I think."

"That firm is on the short list." Sid said slowly. 

I don't know how, but I knew what he was thinking—well, not what he was thinking so much as that he was thinking and somehow I had managed to pique his interest. Little did I know. 

"Is she a friend of yours or something?" Sid asked, his voice replete with something I could not name but knew it meant something. There was inquiry behind the inquiry and there was a 'right' answer and he was asking to see if I knew what it was, if I knew the 'right' answer was the 'right answer'. 

"Well, I have been fucking her. She might be on the menu today, in fact." 

Sid sighed, actually sighed into the phone. "You know, Sonny, I'd like to talk to her, right now. This morning. Can you arrange it?"

He seemed so happy, I almost suggested he call their office. But I wanted to help Alissa. Her fear of getting dumped by the firm partners seemed real and the idea of the Honeywells moving out to California disturbed my comfortable view of my life. Ah hell, I just wanted to help her and I wanted her to know I helped her so she would get off the throne and fuck me like an equal again. 

"Let me think. I am just waking up." I said to buy time. "Let me call you back, I gotta piss like a horse in the rain." 

"A horse in the rain?" 

"Forget it, I'll call you back." I returned, fumbling but finding no explanation. 

"This is Annie's phone. She has your number on speed dial." 

I heard the rebuke. 

"Call me back on this number." Sid said, his voice sardonic, wry, dry but honest. "I'll answer for the next few anyway, till she notices I am auditing her call log." Sid chuckled. 

I did not find it as funny as he apparently did. I hung up. 

I pissed, washed my face and went back to my room. I heard rattling and the TV from downstairs but did not want to mix with my family just yet. I had to think. I sat on my bed and then lay down, letting my mind touch each possibility, trying to untangle the right potential from the thicket of options. When I thought I had things clear, I called Annie's number. 

Annie answered. "Hi, Sonny. What you want?"

"To fuck you in the ass again." I said immediately, "while Sid is jamming you full of his monster cock." 

Annie giggled. "Honey, it's for you." She said away from the phone. 

"Mr. Duncan." Sid said into the phone.

"Is that your business voice?" I asked instinctively and cringed. I had little faith in my instincts in this context. 

"Close enough." Sid responded, not put off by my question. "What have you got for me?"

"Well, Sid, I would like to help but I think if she thinks this is my idea, she won't go for it. That's an entirely different story. At the same time, I want her to know she has the opportunity to bring you to her firm because of my help." 

"Sounds complicated. Business is easy, Sonny."

"For you maybe, I am just a dumb kid trying to get some quality pussy lined up for the next few months." That was true but I had another agenda, relating to Alissa's offer to me earlier in the week. I could not say how the two issues related but I knew they did. Unless I converted Alissa to someone who took me seriously 'in the room' I had no hope of being involved with the project from her partners. I knew that down to my toes. My toes were also telling me I wanted in on their seedy little deal. It sounded both lucrative and very, very sexy if I did it right. It had potential but I had to have a hand in making it work. Maybe I was just delusional but hey, aren't dreams just delusions till you make them work? I had to convince someone first and Alissa had to be convinced to start with. She could not be dismissive of me.  Whether this could fix that in her, or fucking her sister and not her or whatever, I did not know. I just knew it had to be fixed or I would not get involved at all with Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline. "Women are never simple, at least for me."

"Well, you got me there, kid. What are you thinking?"

"Annie knows Alissa. Have her call for you, ask Alissa if she is interested. Act like it was your idea. Or better, Annie's." I wanted to say more but thought this would need to develop. I sincerely hoped Alissa was still shackled to her bed and could not reach her phone or it was dead or she could not hear it. 

"And?" Sid knew there was more. 

"And I don't think she'll answer. Then wait to see if Annie will call my mom. My mom will ask me if I know how to get hold of Alissa. Make sure Annie explains to her what is at issue." 

"So it's not your idea but knowing you . . . I get it. She ends up owing you but you never tried to make her owe you. Nice thought. Let me work on it." Sid did not wait for an answer but just hung up. 

That went too easy, I thought. This could work out. I had had a vision of Sid and Alissa at his table in their house . . . but most likely she would suggest the office and not want to deal with it today. She would be distracted . . . but it was worth a shot. Either way, maybe it would help her keep her partnership at the firm. Then I thought of Alissa trying to fit Sid's missile into her womb and I felt a little sick. I really did not want to compete with that thing. Curiously, though, I got a little buzz imagining Alissa on her back taking him. What a fucking perv I turned out to be. I shook the thought from my mind.  I wondered if Chris informed everyone that Annie's husband almost caught him boinking Annie? I felt a new thrill of adrenaline running through me. The whole fur ball was complicated and fraught with possibility; something I was learning both to appreciate and utilize.  More than that, I liked it. 

Twenty minutes later, Mom knocked on my door. "Sonny, are you awake?"

I had dozed and her voice woke me back up. I rolled over and sat up half hard with a half formed but fond memory of Alissa sucking my cock. "I am now." I said. 

Mom opened the door and slipped into the dimness of my room, pulling her robe tight around her body, which managed to accentuate the full shape of her figure. She hesitated, then closed the door. She sat on the bed and I looped an arm around her waist. She snuggled in a bit but then sat up straight. 

"Did any of the girls say anything to you about the other night?" She asked. 

"No. Nothing. Not like I have been around, though. Why?"

"No reason. Just wondered. Brent was wonderful by the way. I really hope you don't mind. You did not fuck me angry so I presumed we are okay and it did not cause any problems with you boys."

"We're fine mom. I fucked his mom while he fucked you."

"And he fucked her while you fucked me?" Mom murmured, like she had not heard it before. 

"Exactly." I said, thinking she had blanked out the discussion of the arrangement while she was bound and I was fucking her.  

"A curious sort of balance but if you are fine with it, I am, though I need more cock than I am getting. So does Georgia, for that matter. She has not been going out at all and I think it is because she is waiting for you to do her some more. Not again, more. She is as enticed by the idea of having a man at home as I am." Mom chortled. She bumped me with her hips and I scooted over. She slid down beside me. "I have to confess, something, son." She said, her voice going soft. "I called Brent."

"Oh?" I said as innocently as I could. "When." A man at home? I filed that line away for later consideration. My mind was focused on Alissa and her various complexes, I was pretty sure I did not have room in my lizard brain for my own mother's complexes AND my sister's at the moment. 

"I asked him to come take me." She said in a smaller voice. "I wanted to feel him fill me again." 

I almost said something about her being in my bed with me but then mentally shrugged. My cock roused and her hand found it when she turned and pressed her tits against me and looped a bare leg over mine. "Do you mind that I called Brent? That I asked him to fuck me?" My mother whispered into my ear, before touching me with the very tip of her tongue. 

I moaned a little; my Mother said 'fuck', a woman who almost never said 'fuck' except under the influence, or under something anyway. I almost commented but turned to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Mom, you are an adult; who you fuck is no one else's business, least of all mine. I don't care if you pull a train full of my friends. I can hardly complain; I have done all their mothers." 

My Mother was quiet for a while, pulling back from me. She was obviously mulling something and she spoke, it was clear what it was.

"I don't care if the girls think I am in here doing you." She whispered. "I sort of hope they do. I had a dream of Tawny catching us and then you made love to her while she licked me." She shuddered a little. "I never knew I had that in me till I had you in me . . . and Brent. And the others. Since you boys attended to me, I have not been the same woman. When I called Brent, I was sooo excited." Then she pulled away and sat up. "Goodness me, I came up here to tell you something, not to mount you." She twisted and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me. The position pulled her hand off my erect cock. 

"Do you know if Alissa Honeywell is in town?" She asked.

I did not know if my Mother was being coy, disingenuous or she really was oblivious. "She is in town." I said.

"Can you get a hold of her? Sam answered at home and said she was out of town. Now why would he say that?"

"I don't think they are getting along too well at the moment. I think he has moved out, more or less." I waited to see if mom wanted to comment but she just waited. "She is in town, though. Why?" Now I was being coy. 

"Do you know where she is? Can you get a hold of her?"

"She is shackled to a bed in Laura Wills' house waiting to see if we are all going to fuck her or not."  I said coolly. I almost made it, 'fuck her or her sister' but thought better of that. Not that it would be a secret with that squall of hens. God help me I loved them all, naked and on their backs and legs open and waiting for a good rogering.  

"Oh? Oh my." Mom said. She turned around and looked down at me. 

I had a flash of fucking my mother, pounding into her pussy while I nibbled on her breasts and being caught by one of the girls or perhaps all of them. That image of my sister auditing a mother fucking rattled through me like a torrent, hot and frighteningly attractive. I scooted away from her and sat up, hard cock and all. I knew I had limits and if I touched her I would be bouncing off them before noon. I had other fish to fry or pussy to fuck as it were. My cock was huge and hard and I wanted to fuck; it seems that use does not wear me down; it is like practicing anything, you get stronger the more you work at it. Or maybe like a drug, the more you had the more you needed and I was getting fucked a lot lately, it seemed. I almost smiled. "Why?  What do you want with Alissa?"

"Annie Kingston called. Sid is back in town." Mom was soooo casual, dropping that on me like I did not know but would benefit from the intelligence. "Apparently, he is looking for new legal counsel and wants to use a local firm if he can find one. Annie thought of Alissa and suggested that I call her and ask her to call Annie."

Not exactly what I had in mind but it was close enough. "Sure," I said. "I can get Alissa on the phone." 

Mom waited a dozen seconds then stood up. She seemed unwilling to get sexual with me unless I put my hands on her first. It turned out to be good thing I demurred. We both had better things waiting for us but I knew it though only in part and she was as yet unawares. 

She eased out of the door but then poked her head back into my room. "Do you need my car today? I was going to get my hair done at five or so."

"If you can drop me at the Wills house, I'll snag a ride home with someone else." 

"You can drop me at the salon, son. I can get a ride with Salisha since I am her last appointment or Georgia said she might meet me there and get her hair done too. Either way, I can leave you the car."

I thought about it. "Okay, sure.  

Then I remembered the other thing I had in mind. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Work." 

"Can you get a few hours off, maybe in the afternoon?"

"Maybe, why?" 

"There is someone I'd like you to fuck, or, more precisely, someone who would like to watch me fuck you."

Mom colored a pretty shade of pink. Then she nodded matter of factly, "okay, Son, okay." She closed the door. 

I had calls to make and despite the idea of making her scream and luring my sisters into my bedroom to watch, I had enough pussy to fuck and it did not do to be greedy. They would all have to wait; well, mom would not wait so long if tomorrow worked out right. I called the a hotel I had in mind and made reservations for Alissa Honeywell and Melissa Crawford. That done, I sat for a moment, composing myself and what I wanted and needed to say to Alissa Honeywell. 

I called Laura. She put Alissa on after some rearranging.

"Alissa?"

"Hello, Sonny." Alissa said coolly. She did not sound like a night shackled to the bed altered her basic inclination. I wondered if I had played out my hand and lost her altogether. I had a flash of her losing it when we all picked her sister and making a scene. I knew it would likely ruin the delicate balance we all were working so hard to keep with our MILF list. It was like a romance that was threatening to turn into a relationship, with all the attendant complications and expectations. None of us wanted that, we just wanted sexual highs we would never get any other way and likely, never again once The List ran its course. Life would go on. For everyone but me, this would be true, well, sort of. Truth is you cannot cross the same river even once. 

"Mrs. Honeywell, ah, Mrs. Kingston called my mother this morning. It seems her husband has arrived back in town."

Alissa's dry chuckle sounded like a cackle, or near enough which was so out of character for her with her lush laughter and teasing, breathy voice she could turn on and off at will. "I know, I heard. Chris came back naked from over there, clothes in a bunch and came up to my room and dressed. He told me about getting cock with his cock in Annie and swore me to secrecy. He seemed really frightened. No wonder. Sid Kingston can be a scary man. I have met him and he can be impressive."

For a moment, I almost told her he knew about the MILF List but then I thought it might unbalance her AND that it could be more fun to attenuate that discovery for her and everyone else. I could not see how and I had no intention of lying to anyone, least of all her, but leaving out a detail that did not seem relevant to the present situation felt okay. Also, it gave me a thrill to think everyone else would be missing that particular fact. "Ah, well, Mom tried to call your house and you were not there, so, she, well she asked me if I knew where you were."

"Oh, why? What does Annie Kingston want with me? She already fucks my son, what more could she want?"

I waited a couple moments, letting Alissa dangle. "Well, she told Mom that her husband, Sid . . ."

"I know her husband's name." Alissa snapped.

She was snappish this morning. I felt really glad I had something to offer her beside neglect and shackles this morning. I was feeling a little guilty about trying to bring her down off her throne. Then I realized I had to spill the beans about Sid knowing about her and I, the MILF list and everything. I thought a moment about the order of presentation, finally fixing on an approach before Alissa got impatient.  More impatient. 

"Sid Kingston is looking for local legal representation.  His New York firm encountered a conflict of interest and needed to disengage." I hoped it was New York. New York or Chicago, it was all the same. I hope I sounded like I knew what I was talking about. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 09



"Oh?" Mrs. Honeywell's voice shifted so utterly, so completely and so quickly, it sounded like a completely different woman speaking. "So? What does this have to do with me?"

"Apparently Annie said she knew a partner in Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline. She said he wanted to talk to you and told her to arrange it."

Alissa's voice came over the phone and chilled me to the bone.  "I will certainly be happy to see him in the office. I can easily rearrange my appointments tomorrow . . . "

"No, you don't understand. He is in a rush and wants to see you today. Now."

Her professional mode shifted, just the slightest bit. "Oh? Now? You mean now?"

"Yes, now. He wants you to come to his house, if that is not too difficult. You need to call Annie and confirm it." 

"Call Annie? You mean he wants to see me now? At his house?"

I heard the tremor in her voice for the first time. Excitement or fear, I could not tell. "You have it.  Now. At his house. You can walk over . . . . "

"Oh I could never do that." 

"Well, call him and work it out. But Alissa, four o'clock." I left the thought unfinished. 

Her voice did not change. "We'll see." She hung up.

I lay in bed, wondering what was going to happen, finding myself at loose ends with nothing to demand my attention. I was just about to doze off when my phone rang again. It was Alissa.

"Sonny? Sonny?" Alissa sounded panicked but then seemed to get hold of herself. "He knows."

"Knows what?"

"That I fucked you. Sid Kingston! He knows you have been fucking Annie! And Sammy . . .!" Alissa's voice was ragged, an odd mix of her professional persona and the woman who loved sex. The two parts of her being seemed to be warring and so far it was a toss-up as to which would dominate. I sort of liked the reality of the mix balanced as it was so did not know which to cheer for. 

"I know. He walked in on me last night balls deep in his little minx. He tied Annie to the bed and watched us all fuck her all day yesterday." 

Silence. "So you knew?"

"Knew what?"

"That he wanted, needed new counsel? He said since you suggested he talk to me, you should at least sit at the table with us."

I remember feeling the chill run up my spine but I labeled it 'thrill'. Sid was about to teach me that big men could be subtle too. I should have known. It was a lesson I would learn but don't get me wrong, it was an astonishingly pleasant lesson but the elegance of it, once I saw all the pieces laying in place together, it intimidated me and not just a little, a lot. The man had game. After hearing him wrangle his wife into giving me her niece for whatever, I should have suspected something. I didn't. 

"Oh." I said, completely nonplussed. "What did he say?" I asked because I needed time to think and because I was ravenous with curiosity. 

"He said since you were fucking me and pimping for his wife, he thought you should bring me over and introduce us anyway. He said you spoke glowingly of my reputation." 

That sounded false but I ignored it. I am not sure what she was saying there but I was not sure it mattered. I felt dizzy. "Ah, well, okay. If you like; did you tell him where you are?"

"No and fuck no. I said I did not have my car and would need to get a taxi. That was when he suggested I get a ride with you. Then he said . . . the rest." 

I got the distinct feeling he 'said' more than Alissa was relating but again, it did not really matter to me. "I see. I see. Okay, how long will it take you to get ready?"

"Shower and dress. Twenty minutes. He said he wanted to talk to me now, said he needed to have someone in place by tomorrow afternoon and if he could get happy with me, he said 'I want you, Mrs. Honeywell, a woman and a black woman as my lead' but he did not elaborate why. He said he was working a billion dollar deal and he could not go without counsel for long. If he could get that settled today, now, he would be very grateful to me." As she talked, her voice became more taut, with tremors rattling syllables erratically and thoroughly. "Can you pick me up in twenty minutes?" 

I looked at my watch. "At noon, then." 

"Noon." Alissa said. 

"And Alissa, let me take the shackles off your arms." I knew I was pushing the limits but the whole thing with her was a gamble. If any one of the MILFs backed out, everyone could get nervous and I would be left as the one guy who fucked them all. I did not really know what that meant but it did not feel good. The MILF List was for us all and all the MILFs had to be included. But that was an entirely different, though related, matter. 

I waited for a response but got nothing. "Alissa?" I said finally, giving up my rhetorical advantage. 

"I heard you." Alissa said. Her voice was cold but her next words were soft. "I would like that, Sonny." She hung up. 

Despite that it was what I wanted, having gotten it from her, I felt a definite disquiet but I had no time to waste. Mom, when I told her what was happening said she would ride over with me and wait in the car. I could walk Alissa into the house and then take mom to the salon and be back by four. 

I wondered for a moment how Mom knew about 'four' but had no time to address it. I ran through a shower and Mom put on a skirt and sweater, a tight, white sweater which made her breasts billow and preen. They looked great! Gawd but I wanted to fuck her right then! We were in the car at five after twelve and at the Wills house by twenty after, late by most standards. I called Laura as we pulled up and told her to send Alissa out. 

She came out, dressed in her outfit from Friday night but with her arms locked behind her. Mom was driving so I could get out and open the back door. "I wanted Mom to see you, since you got to see her." I told Alissa before I opened the back door. She did not glare at me as I expected but merely nodded. I helped her into the back seat.

"The Kingston residence." I told Mom. She backed out of the drive and instead of pulling into the house next door, she drove out and about for a couple minutes which gave me time to get Alissa's shackles off. She stuffed them into her business purse, making it bulge. By the time Mom pulled into the Kingston's drive, Alissa was situated and calm. When Mom turned off the car Alissa sighed. 

"I feel naked going into a meeting like this with no prep and no briefcase. It just isn't natural but fuck, I'd go topless if it meant billing on a billion dollar project." Her nervous laugh told me how deeply this affected her and, beyond that, how much the idea of being dumped by her firm bothered her. She had been defiant and cocky but deep down, that moment allowed me to see my intuition about her was true; the idea of getting forced out of a partnership she had worked so hard to get made her furious. 

I felt good, thinking I was going to do something truly good for her by hooking her up with Sid Kingston. It is good to be simpleminded sometimes. 

We rang the bell and Annie answered. She led us into the house, talking the whole time, asking Alissa how she was and that sort of thing. Sid sat in a bathrobe which looked small on his frame, and flannel pajama bottoms; his smooth broad chest showing in the gap of the robe. He rose as we came into the room.

"Sonny, thank you for coming in with her." Sid said, engulfing my hand in his as we shook. 

"Sid, this is Alissa Honeywell, the attorney I told you about."

They shook hands. Annie poured coffee and brought pitchers of orange and apple juice. Everything seemed normal. They sat and when I did not, Sid's eyebrows raised. "Aren't you going to stay?" He asked. "I was hoping you would. Hell, Annie was hoping you would."

The reference to his wife and her hopes and dreams unnerved me. I could see it shook Alissa a bit just by the flick of her eyes between Sid, Annie and me. A hand smoothed down her skirt, the same black one she wore to the hotel Friday night. I looked at Alissa but she was no help, giving me no indication of what I should do. 

"I suppose I could stay for a while." I said, instinct telling me not to mention my mother out in the car. It did not matter. I worried about keeping mom waiting but I had some time. I hoped she would understand. She did, and how. 

They talked for half an hour and even as ignorant as I was at the time, I could tell they were covering things quickly and easily with a sort of tacit understanding that the deal was going to work. Alissa relaxed into the energy of her professional identity and Sid remained the casual buyer. They argued a few points, tabling several till they could get to the office on Monday and work them out. After forty-five minutes, they seemed very content. 

"There is nothing else I need today. You are doing me a great favor by seeing me today. We can get all the papers signed and get you all a retainer, say half a million?"  Sid spoke with casual directness.

"I have to run it by the partners but I am sure that will be fine." Alissa said. 

I would have been drooling and choking but she never blinked. 

Sid sat back and arched his back, lacing his fingers behind his head. "Well, is there anything else you need from me, Mrs. Honeywell? Are you comfortable we have a deal, at least in principle?"

Alissa nodded. "I can get this out by two tomorrow and you can come in to sign around four."

"Why don't we shoot for one or maybe two and we can have a late lunch to celebrate?" Sid smiled, his eyes glinted with a joy I had yet to understand. My first glimpse was coming. "Mrs. Honeywell, there is one other thing, a peculiarity that goes with doing business with me. I usually do not do business with women; not because I do not like women or because they are not good at what they do or that sort of thing. Maybe Sonny told you but I have the habit of fucking the wives of the men I do business with. I have a rule never to mix business with pleasure which only means I will do business with you or fuck you but not both. And I do not fuck men. But I do fuck their women. I do not mix business with pleasure but I make it a policy to get pleasure from business. Anyone I pay for anything will tell you they had to provide me pleasure somehow, some way. If the money is a lot, a hooker on their tab is not enough. I fuck someone that matters to them.

"With you, I face a quandary. I will do business with you or fuck you. In reality as well as metaphorically, that works for me. I want people I can trust; nothing is more important than trust. Every one of my partners, in the US and around the world, have all given me a wife, girlfriend, sister . . . even a daughter on occasion to fuck, to seal the deal—sort of a gesture of good will and commitment beyond just the money. Money does not make people honest but you know, offering up a wife to be jackhammered for a night rather clarifies the commitment for a lot of men. Since I am usually the buyer, the one with the money, there is not usually a like exchange or Annie, here would not be so hungry all the time and your friend, Sonny, there would not have been inside her so often." Sid sat forward.  "Which brings me to the question of how I do business with a woman like yourself? How do you provide me what I want and need to feel comfortable that I can trust you?"

Alissa looked over at me, her eyes veiled but a tremor tightened one cheek, giving it just a little twitch. Annie, who had been bringing coffee and croissants and otherwise fussing about what was on the table and not what was around the table, now stared at the table, her face had a fixed look as though she were reading some writing swirled in the stone top. Alissa suddenly looked scared. 

Sid reached out and patted Alissa's hand. "Don't worry, honey, I am not going to ask to fuck you. In fact, that is the one thing I will never do. Our relationship is strictly business and you will never have to put out for me. However, since you are a woman and I am not gay, your husband is safe too. But I still think I should have someone to fuck while you watch to let you know that we are intimately connected now and that business is never just business with me."

"I have a sister . . . " Alissa began but then she glanced at me. 

Sid watched us carefully and in that moment, thinking back, I think he got tense. When I shook my head, a slight jerk, he relaxed though. 

"But she lives in another city," Alissa finished. I felt elation because in that moment, I thought Alissa had gotten past something when it came to us. It seemed so neat for her to pimp her sister to this guy but on a slight shake of my head, she left the idea alone, even in the face of the big deal.  Though, in truth, I think she did not understand the nature of Sid's requirement yet. Neither of us did; she thought this was just an idle discussion outlining how he was changing and adjusting his requirements to fit her and she felt complimented and appreciated. Correcting misunderstandings can be valuable. 

"No daughter, at least none old enough. You are much too young for that." Sid said. 

Alissa shook her head without smiling. "No daughter."

"So?" Sid said, spreading his hand before him, palms up. "I want to do this with you and your firm but you have to watch me fuck someone but not just anyone, someone close to you, someone important to you or at least important to someone important to you. You need to think of me every time you look at her. I want you to know that our business required her to do you a favor and fuck me so you owe her. So long as our business remains viable, I doubt she will feel used, though I will use her and use her up if I can. You need someone to help you out who you will not feel reluctant to owe and owe big." Sid hesitated and I give him lots of props. He almost stopped there but then he dropped his cards on the table and suddenly, shockingly, I understood his whole ploy. "Take Sonny, for example. He owns your ass, right?"

Alissa looked around at me and, I am sure, saw the confusion in my eyes that matched what she was feeling but she recovered quickly and, I must say, completely. She nodded. "Sonny is my master."  She said softly. "He can fuck me whenever he likes." She stopped but when Sid did not respond, she added, "however he likes, wherever he likes." Her eyes twitched at me but she remained focused on Sid Kingston. Her two selves were sitting up and taking notice, working together. "I am Sonny's cunt." She said finally into the silence. 

I took that blow on the side of head and was reeling with elation when Sid caught me with a deeper blow to the solar plexus. 

"So, it seems to me, he could provide me someone for you to watch me fuck and everything would be fine. He is not married, but he does have a mother who I understand is quite attractive." 

I could not breathe. Suddenly, the apparent indifference to his wife being fucked turned out to be less indifference than realpolitik. Sid Kingston had found a way to fuck me back. How he knew I was hooked into Alissa, I do not know but I suspect that a screaming, coming Annie was sharper and more cognizant of what was going on than any of us every imagined. Certainly, I had no idea she had an agenda or was paying such close attention, a lesson I would remember. 

"Excuse me?" Alissa said. 

"I am thinking, that since Sonny is your master, as you say, I would be quite content to fuck his mother since you really have no one else to offer me. I won't do this deal without fucking someone important to you. She is your friend too, right?"

Alissa nodded. "Yes but Christ in a bucket . . . " She was flummoxed, astounded that someone would do business with this sort of codicil included in a deal. "You want to fuck Cici Duncan?" Alissa said. In that moment, whatever degree of upper hand she had in the negotiations, she lost it. Not only did I see him get my mother on a platter, but he managed to get a nearly perfect negotiating position. 

"Well, the alternative is to go to your partners and get one of them to volunteer their wife to seal the deal." Sid spoke casually but I watched his eyes. They missed nothing, studying both of us carefully. His tone was casual but he was anything but; Sid Kingston was enjoying this. 

I could see Alissa's mind clicking. She would love to do that, make them prostitute their wives for this deal but more than that, greater than that urge, she wanted to deliver the deal completely on her own. If the partners had to come up with pussy for Sid to seal the deal, it would be theirs and everyone would not it, most of all Alissa. I knew where she would end up. It just took her a minute. In that minute of her hesitation, I imagined my mother penetrated by Sid's monster cock. I nearly groaned with the image and the surety that Mom would lay down for him if we asked her. 

By the time Alissa turned her eyes to me, I had already discovered Sid Kingston was far ahead of us both. I had already considered the fact that my mother had taken beeg Brent up the ass which suggested she might be able to take Sid's mammoth cock in her cunt with a lot less difficulty than Annie did. I did feel intimidated by Sid's monster but at the moment, I was enthralled with the idea of my mother getting what everyone woman dreams of, a chance to fuck a cock that was too big to fuck. 

Sid looked blandly at me. "Sonny, since this is not really your deal, I feel like I should offer you something for the use of your mother. Annie here, you have obtained on your own, on her own, as it were. How about if I promise you six months of my beautiful niece Jillian? Honey, go get her picture, why don't you?" He looked at Alissa, "You, of course, have to fuck him too, since he is your master, right?"

Alissa nodded dumbly. 

"Honey?  Get the picture." His voice chided her for being still seated. 

Annie rose slowly up and returned with a picture of a young Asian woman but with the American mark of affluence and treasured privilege in her countenance. Sid tapped it with one big arched finger. "Annie, you fucked behind my back. This is the penalty. You surrender your lovely niece here to Sonny. He does with her what he wants. You and I balance, Sonny and I balance. Alissa owes Mrs. Duncan." He nodded. "I think it works. So, Annie darling? What do you say?"

I was dumbfounded. In the same stroke Sid won my mother on the presumption she would agree—which I am sure Annie's account of her participation in the List made it a nearly a foregone conclusion and not merely a good bet. She was a sure thing. Having her wrapped up like a deuce and then giving me this beautiful Asian woman for six months, he had good will all around the table and my mother to boot! I was speechless. 

For a couple minutes Annie did not speak. She looked up at Sid and nodded, a clipped, curt motion. "I fucked behind your face, Sidney." She said carefully. "I promise to give my niece An Jai Li, to Mr. Duncan, on my ancestors, I swear you." She looked over at me, her face an image of somberness. "You fuck my niece for six months. Do anything you like but no hurt her, no mark, no damage." 

I nodded.  

Annie nodded.  "You tell me when you want An Jai Li and she come here, fuck you very fine." She nodded again. Her face serious and set, impassive and unreadable. She looked the perfect Chinese in the midst of serious negotiation. 

Sid nodded, turned to Alissa and continued. "I should see that, don't you think? See you fuck Sonny here? And since this is business, I think being fucked in your office would about even things out, don't you? I think tomorrow, before we sign anything, he should fuck you on your desk, while I and his mother at least, watch. That way I know you have some skin in the game, same as me, same as Sonny." Sid smiled then but it was a frightening smile, a rapacious grin. 

I wondered then if Alissa was having second thoughts. Doing business with this man was not going to be all sweetness and light. The fact was, he let her know before she ever signed, before she agreed to anything and that had a trait of honesty you do not find in a lot of people. Most people want you to agree to terms without understanding the true price. Sid did not seem interested in that. In that moment, I admired him.  But he offered Alissa what she wanted and indeed needed most in the world. But it was not free. It was not like she had an easy choice to make. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 09



Alissa looked at me. "Sonny?" She said softly. "Do you think she would?" She closed her eyes.  "I mean, first, would you? Is that, is this . . .?" Alissa stopped. She looked at Sid. "He could fuck me now." She said and despite her otherwise flawless control, eagerness crept into her voice and lit her eyes, flickering for just a moment beyond her ability to disguise or extinguish it. 

I almost injected myself into the midst of this and denied her any such satisfaction but, to my benefit, I kept silent. 

Sid shook his head and to this day, I do not know why or how he knew to do so. Perhaps I am just lucky like the guys say. "Nope. Mrs. Honeywell, I appreciate the willingness but I usually fuck the women in private and then the men and I do business. The fucking is usually separate and private but the men know, the all know I have been inside their women." 

I wondered about this, given his girth.  But I dismissed it as none of my business. 

Sid continued. "This is a little different. I want you to know that the fucking is part of the deal. Your partners need to know that you are willing to fuck to close the deal and that, eventually, if everything goes as we discussed, they are going to need to ante up. So, in your office. I don't care if they watch or not but they need to know you are in there being fucked, on your desk. You just as well enjoy it because it is likely to happen again. Not me. Never me. But someone I like, someone I owe, someone who wants to fuck you for whatever reason, you are going to be on your knees sucking cocks with the rest of us. Make no mistake, my Chinese colleagues would all love a taste of what you have but that is not, will not be how I do business with you. But you will fuck Sonny here, just as you said, whenever he wants. Just like my lovely wife has been doing. Understood?"

The last word was a gentle word, an inquiring word without demand or command anywhere nearby. But still, that idea lingered, tinting all he said: It was not a request, it was a command. The word established the pecking order in the room and Sid, Sid pecked wherever he liked and no one pecked him. Not even Annie.  

Another connection locked into place; Sid was trying to get Annie out of the line of fire. He wanted me to line Alissa up to be fucked like I was doing with Annie. I almost smirked, Annie would have to wail 'uncle' before that happened. Besides, Natasha was already lined up to take some of the starch out of us for her. I had not heard Annie complaining though. 

Alissa nodded and once more looked at me. 

My cock had gotten very, very hard as the vision of my mother taking Sid Kingston's cock danced behind my eyes. "You call her. See what she says." I said, my voice rasping. 

Annie, hearing my tone, poured me more apple juice. I drank with thanks. 

Alissa had not moved. I think she presumed I would be the one to sell the idea to my own mother. The prospect of owing both of us finally dented her ambition and daunted her. "Oh," she said, "Of course." And in that moment, I saw the last of her hostility to taking a subservient position to me crumple. Her eyes changed, her face softened and she said, "your mother? You think you will agree?"

"Me?"

"I mean, do you think she will agree. To fuck Mr. Kingston?" Alissa asked. 

That was a weird slip of the tongue. "Fuck? No. But she might make love to him or mount him or do him. You have to ask the right way."

Alissa nodded, she understood my mother's thing about saying 'fuck' out loud, even though she could be induced to doing so and often had recently. In casual or formal conversation it put her off and she would get stuck on the word and miss the meaning of what was being said. Alissa found her phone in her pocket and got up from the table. "Just a moment." She dialed and walked outside to talk to Cici Duncan, my mother. 

I looked at Sid, respect and admiration mixed with fear and the suspicion that this was all a grim little 'fuck you' directed at me for fucking his wife. Who could blame him? But it was so elegantly constructed and fit so perfectly, I had to be amazed. He was getting me for it but not making an enemy of either me or his wife. Quite an accomplishment. I grinned at Sid. "Mom is out in the car, so you won't need to wait long." 

He nodded. "Annie saw her when you drove up. Well, actually when you left Laura's house. Nice touch to make the lawyer come out to the car in cuffs. Annie, why don't you get down and suck Mr. Duncan's cock." Annie's face lifted and her eyes found mine, gleaming with interest and glittering with focus. 

I held up my hand, "I may need to discuss this with Mom and I would like to be able to walk straight." The casual way which Sid referred his wife to my cock suggested two things, both interesting. First, that it was not the first time he offered his wife's mouth to another guy. That comforted me a little because if it had happened before, even if it was only once, it meant Sid's antipathy for me was not so very deep I would need to keep jumping at shadows for the rest of my life. Second, he seemed to be fluent with ordering her around and despite his description of her as a dominant personality, perhaps he understood that I had found her lever, that 'thing' in her she needed but could not ask for. I shook my head, smiling. It was exactly the same thing I had identified in Alissa. Opposite inclinations existing in the same person created a conflict and a tension which, when relieved could result in the ultimate climax. 

Annie and Alissa were cut of the same cloth. Mom would let you fuck her but she always fucked you too. Same with Sasha. Laura always wanted to be dominated and had only the slightest, socially-induced, inclination to fight back; as little as a mother could have while keeping her child safe. Kyla? I was not sure what her 'thing' was unless it was as simple as taking it in the ass. She had a talent for it but I was still unclear if she relished it and needed it the way Laura needed to be spanked. 

The back door opened and Alissa appeared which scattered my reverie. The front door opened and my mother appeared. Her face was blotchy with a fierce blush but ruinous, like she had not breathed right for a very long time. Given Alissa had not seen Sid's cock and I had not mentioned its size, unless Annie had bragged to her, Mom did not know the half of it. 

Here was a curious little point in life where a single little detail would or could or should make all the difference. Or, to say it more correctly in Sid's case, a very large, mammoth detail. Did I tell her about the size of Sid's cock before putting the proposition to her? Or let her discover that for herself? I got up from the table and went to my mother, put an arm around her shoulders and walked her back to the door and outside. 

"Do you know what she just asked me, Sonny?" Mom asked. Her voice was choked but it was not clear to me what was choking her and part of the reality may have been that my demure mother was not certain either. Not even knowing if she was insulted or thrilled likely confused her if it did not make her feel wretched. 

"Yes, Mom. I was sitting right there when Sid suggested it. In fact, he insisted on I be there. I don't know why." I suspected lots of things but none of them mattered, really, did they? "But Mom, we fucked Annie last night, he and I. That was the moment I realized he was home early. Annie thought he would be home but not till late tonight, or so she told me. And Mom, his cock is huge. Bigger than Brent's. You do not have to do this. We'll find another way."

"Alissa said, it was a billion dollar deal. Bigger?" Then my mother blinked and swallowed before licking her lips. She almost smiled before she spoke, "Bigger?  Than Brent's' cock, you said?"

"Not to Alissa, but the billings will be high, I suspect. Yes, bigger than Brent's." We seemed to be having two conversations per breath. 

My mother nodded. She opened the door. "Let's get to it before I change my mind." 

I pulled the door closed. "No, Mom, he really is huge! You do not have to do this!" 

Mom finally snapped out of the mania which seemed to have inhabited her. She was usually calm, emotionally expressive but rarely emotionally out of control. She turned her eyes to me and a fever burned there. "Sonny, do you know what it means to have a big cock? I mean, inside you? Brent, Christ, he is big and you say Sid is larger? Can he keep it hard or does it go all rubbery?"

"He says he has a good heart, that he is healthy and can still stay hard all day, at least till he comes. He did fine last night." I felt stupid giving my mother a report about the dependability of another man's erection. 

Mom nodded. "I can take it. Even if I can't I have to try! Fuck, every woman, in the core of their little animal brains she wonders what it would be like to fuck a cock that is too big to fit. What does it feel like to be so full, so filled, so horrendously stuffed that you cannot breathe or move or do anything but come? The challenge itself is seductive. Can you take it? Will it hurt and will you find the pain ringing your bell and making you go out of your mind with pleasure? Does size matter? It is like saying there is such a thing as 'too much chocolate'; that makes no sense.  A little chocolate or a lot, it is still really, really good! Same with cock when it comes to a woman's pleasure. Just lying there and having someone stroke into you and cause all those sensations to run through your body is good enough. But the idea of a cock being too big? Yes, it is scary and yes it might hurt but any woman who does not at least try will go to her grave wishing she had. I want to die content, knowing I did what I could and took the opportunities when they came along."

She laid a hand on the side of my face and kissed me gently on the cheek. 

"Just like when I decided to fuck you, Sonny. I decided a woman has to be willing to take some risks to get that kind of high. I still get a thrill running up my spine when I think about fucking you and so long as I do, I am susceptible to your charms. But don't interfere with this. Now that you have told me he is hung like a horse, I am so wet I want him and now. For pity's sake, don't you know how sexy words can be and we have spent all this time discussing a mammoth cock running into my pussy. If you intended it as foreplay, it worked!" 

This time when she opened the door, I just followed her in. She had her tight, white sweater unbuttoned and was unzipping her skirt as we approached the table. No one spoke, they all just sat and watched her undress. She shimmied out of her skirt and then pulled the shirt off her shoulders, revealing her big breasts bound in the bra. The bra was more for comfort and support than enticement. She removed it, bending forward to let her breasts dangle for a moment before tossing it aside. 

I don't know what Alissa said to her, but she showed no doubt about her mission or reluctance about her role. She skimmed her panties down her legs and turned to face the three people sitting at the table. 

"How do you want me?" She asked. 

To show there were no hard feelings and to indicate I actually had had my mother, I moved behind her, slipped my hands under her elbows and cupped both her bare breasts. She sucked air between her teeth and pressed her ass back at my raging cock. My explanation was stupid because, except for Sid, everyone knew I had fucked my mother, had seen it themselves at least once. I think I must have been showing Sid something, that Annie was not the only woman I had fucked who had some risk involved. 

"On the table?" Mom asked, panting as she ground her ass back at my own cock. 

Sid nodded. "Sure. If you like. We can move to the bed upstairs if needed. Sonny, she is your mother, why don't you open her up for us, for me, I mean. Show us how to fuck a woman." Sid's deep voice rumbled with aroused tension. 

I released Mom and she moved to the table and she bent onto it. Annie had cleared it and wiped it clean. Mom lay down, shivering as the cool stone touched her burning breasts. She got comfortable, turned her head to the side, looking at Alissa with Sid and Annie to her left. She reached back to her hips and pulled them apart, further exposing her swollen nether lips. Her pussy glistened and bulged with arousal. Her body shivered in the cool air. 

"Fuck her, Sonny."  Alissa murmured. 

I peeled my slacks off my erect cock, pulling them and my underwear down my thighs. I moved closer, nuzzling Mom's ass with my cock. 

She flinched then settled and pulled harder at the cheeks of her ass. With one hand I directed my cock to her pussy and pushed the head inside. All the while, I was thinking about Sid's big cock and how Mom would react when it touched her or sought to penetrate her or plunged into her depths. I shoved hard into my mother and she groaned, a shudder wrestling her for control of her body. I humped against her till my cock was seated deep in her pussy. I withdrew and rammed it back into her several times before backing away. 

"Thank you, Sonny. Mr. Kingston . . . . " Mom panted, signaling my fluffing time was over. 

"Call me Sid." 

"Sid, don't show it to me. Sonny tells me yours is a record-breaker. Get behind me and let me feel it, see if I can take it without looking. I am so wet, so hot I think I could take a school bus right now."

Sid's laughter rumbled in the room but with a tone of delight. He ran a hand down my mother's back, ending with the back of his knuckles pressing into the near cheek. "Annie, suck Mr. Duncan's cock while I fuck his mother. Mrs. Honeywell, remember, tomorrow afternoon, he takes you on your desk while we all watch. Invite the partners if you like." He rose up and pulled the sash on his robe. His cock looked larger in the light of day. Mom closed her eyes. Alissa gasped.

"Shut up, Alissa." Mom grunted. "Just shut up."

"But Cici, he is huge! My gawd, I have never seen a cock that size before or even close. Oh my . . . . " 

I pulled my cock from my quivering mother and moved around to where Alissa sat, grabbed her by the hair, turned her head and pressed my cock and its slurry to her lips. She took the hint and licked my cock but then pulled back. "This is not my day." She said. "And I get it, I'll be quiet." 

Annie was halfway around the other side of the square table, the side my mother's head was pointed towards. She stopped and moved to the table, peeling back her robe and shucking off a night shirt. She lay down beside my mother, her nude body also twitching on the chilly table. Sid, meanwhile had shucked down his pajamas and stood nude behind my mother. Alissa returned to staring unabashedly as his now very erect, very large cock. 

I walked to the other end of the table, stumbling and dancing while I removed slacks, underwear, shoes, socks and shirt so I could be nude as well. Sid nodded. 

He bent, crouching behind my mother. His great cock bobbed at the divide of her ass. 

"Oh, ohhhhhhhh!" Mom breathed, feeling some of its girth; her eyes stared at Annie's bent body right next to her face. She tugged harder on the cheeks of her ass, trying to pull them wider if that was possible, opening her body up to what was coming, like it would help. Maybe it did. Sid put both hands on his cock and touched it to Mom's behind. 

I regretted I was not where I could watch but then I realized, we should all be seeing this. I pulled Annie from the table and holding her by the arm, grabbed Alissa with the other and we all moved as a group behind my mother's bent, nude body. 

Sid, sensing what I was doing, hesitated and waited for us. I pulled Annie in front of me and bent my knees, arched my back and shoved my cock between her legs. She squeaked then took hold of it, lifted one leg and using me for balance, bent my rigid rod up between her legs and took me into her body. 

"Fuck her." Annie squeaked as I entered her. She was furnace hot and I immediately felt her bubbling over as she sank down onto my steel-hard cock. She spurted onto us both as I penetrated her body. 

Sid resumed his task. With his cock lined up, he tilted forward, pressing his cockhead past the taut lips of Mom's pussy. 

"Geezus, Cici, he is entering you." Alissa said, awe in her voice, business all but forgotten.  

Mom grunted but tried to lift her hips, cocking her ass up to create a more direct path into her body for the huge cock nudging its way into her. 

Sid, accommodating his audience to his side, held Mom with one hand. Her body seemed to flex and pulse around the cockhead wedged into her. Her flesh seemed to be moving, her hips jiggling with the little quivers her body emitted. 

"Deeper." My mother hissed. "More. So big! I want it all." 

"Fuck her." Alissa said. 

"Hush." I mumbled, my own attention divided between Annie rocking back and forth on my cock and the monster in my mother. 

Alissa's head whipped around and she looked positively abashed. 

Sid moved, pumping at Mom, little jerks of his lean hips. He gripped her by the waist and pulled his cock head out of her. Mom's pussy squished and slurped around it. Sid reversed direction and Mom pulled harder at her ass cheeks, and flexed her body along her spine, much as Annie had as Sid entered her the night before. 

Annie's eyes were fixed on my mother and her husband.  Her body boiled with heat and liquid fire and occasionally she would get up on her tiptoes and grind her ass against me. My legs were weakening, being bent and flexed at the same time. When I straightened, I lifted Annie with my hands and my cock buried in her pussy. She squealed as she rose to the tips of her toes then lost touch with the floor till her body cinched further and harder down my cock. 

Sid pulled back and shoved harder. His huge cock did not bend or slacken as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my mother's pussy. Mom groaned, rolling her hips, changing the little angles and taking more and more of the mammoth cock into her body. Sid could not find any rhythm. He pressed for a while then pulled for a while, letting her relax around each distinct motion. But gradually, ever so slowly, he got more and more of his cock into my twisting, undulating and groaning mother. At one point, she twisted to look behind her and I straightened, lifting Annie off the ground, one arm around her waist and the other pinching one of her nipples hard while she jerked and squirmed, pinned onto my cock like an addition to a collection, her toes barely brushing the floor. 

The strain got to me and I bent and pulled free of Annie's cock. She immediately struggled around the table and lay down beside mom, facing the other direction. She kissed Mom's side lightly. It seemed to start something in her. Mom began to shake and suddenly, like a breaking storm or the flying of a fireworks finale, she lurched on the table, her hips flapped and her voice rose. A ripple, like a wave lifted her head and torso, raising her tits free of the table. She groaned and dropped back to the table. Her ass arched and she gathered herself and then thrust her ass hard against the cock penetrating her. Sid met her determination with teeth-gritting commitment of his own, shoving and twisting his big body to find more slack, more room, more space and stretch and slippage in Mom's spasming cunt, for surely she was coming. Her hips shifted and she tried to buck but there was no give in the cock in her or the hands that pulled at her waist. 

"Turn her over." Alissa said breathlessly. "I think you can get in her if she is face up." 

Sid, in a growing erotic frenzy pulled out of my mother and twisted her legs, trying to turn her. Mom, for her part, lost the impetus of her rolling orgasm and with it much urge to move at all. Finally, they got together and Mom flopped onto her back. Sid immediately lifted her legs, putting them over his upper arms, which spread her like wings. Mom lifted her head and stared between her tits and legs at the cock lying on her pussy. She groaned and lay back, closing her eyes. One hand extended to grip the table. Sid pulled her ass off the end of the table and planted his cock in her again. Mom's hips snapped up, jamming more cock into her. Sid gripped her and pulled her hard. Mom screamed and her body began to quake and shudder. The climax was not a crashing thing but a rumbling, rolling, rollicking roar which convulsed Mom's face into a grimace. She cried out, one hand on the edge of the table and the other gripping Annies thigh close by her face. She twisted and with a good grip on one side, she began to punch her ass up at Sid who had moved forward and over her. His cock continued to sink deeper into the delirious woman. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 10



Chapter 10

Doing A MILF in the Office and Doing My Mom for Her Sister

This continues the story with a series of plot developments. This teases and eventually creates a full milieu to conclude the business started in Chapter 9. I hope you enjoy this part of the adventure and the direction it takes the story. Vote, leave some comments, let me know what you think. Thanks for all the great comments to this point. I hope this meets the challenge of the previous chapters and lives up to expectations. Best, -C

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Something buzzing against my nose woke me. Groggy, I roused and slapped myself with a limp hand. I heard a giggle and then the buzzing resumed, the vibration against my nose made me sneeze. I was still asleep and I sneezed! I had never sneezed before while asleep. That seemed crazy. My eyes opened and my willowy, blond sister appeared, leaning over me. Tawny pressed my vibrating phone against my cheek again, just below one eye and the world went crazy for a second. 

"Better answer it, baby bro." Tawny tittered. She was dressed for her day, her blond hair coiffed and her rich bosom hovering over me. 

I made a stab for the phone but she pulled it out of my reach. She answered it. "Sonny's phone." She breathed. 

My eyes opened and I could see her in the ugly dimness of the morning. If I had been awake I would have cackled as her eyes widened and her face shifted. She dropped the phone and covered it then put it back to her face. 

"Just a moment, sir." She said in her best professional voice. She covered it again and whispered, "It is the CEO of somewhere, calling for Mr. Duncan." She said softly. "A woman's voice." 

I grasped the phone and put it to my ear. 

"Sonny?" 

Annie Kingston's voice tickled the cockles of my heart. "Yes, ma'am?" I responded, my eyes watching my older sister. 

Tawny made no move to leave. 

I reached out a hand and ran it up her bare leg, under the knee length edge of her dress. Before, usually when I made some tempt to touch her in even the most remotely lascivious way, she would punch me and not lightly. Now she did not move but stared down at me. 

"You sister?"

"Yes." I responded.

"She sound sexy as hell." Annie said, matching my sister's initial breathy, 'Marilyn Monroe' voice with her higher version. 

"Yes." I repeated, moving my hand onto my sisters panty-clad ass, her skirt draped over my wrist. Tawny did not move. My hand cupped the cheek of her ass. I noted her still acquiescence. 

"Sid send limo for you mother. He want her at meeting. Me too. He no have staff here, so he want us fill in. Look like he have, have, what that word?"

"Entourage." I suggested

"Right, yes. Entourage. We do nothing but look pretty he say." 

"What about me?"

"You not so pretty." Annie cackled. "You come later, maybe afternoon, one or two. Someone call you, tell you to come up and fuck Honeywell woman." Annie sniggered. "We watch you fuck her like she watch you fuck me. About time I watch you fuck someone else besides mommy and blond Laura." 

"What time?" I asked, pressing the tips of my fingers into Tawny's crack, deep, deeper, deeper. She did not move except to bend slightly, pressing her ass back against my hand. Her legs flexed wider, making room for my hand. She grunted softly, she sighed once. My hand moved lower till I must have been brushing her pussy. Her eyes closed, her lips pursed and she blew air out in a soft whoosh.

"I said, one or two, but close by at two for sure. We call you."

"I meant the limo. When is it going to be here?"

"Oh, maybe eleven. Dress mommy up for business, not like slut. Sid wants us look professional." 

"Uh-huh," I said, massaging my sister's ass with my hand, stroking deep to touch her pussy. 

"Be ready." Annie whispered again and hung up.

I lay the phone on the bed beside me and withdrew my hand from under Tawny's dress. She opened her eyes. 

"What are you doing with my phone?" I asked. 

"It was buzzing in your pants. The ones you left on the floor of the bathroom where you stripped them off last night before taking your shower." She smiled. "I thought it might be important." 

I nodded. Right, I thought. I moved my hand to her thigh but she gripped my wrist and pushed me away from her. Then she bent over me and kissed me on the lips, definitely not like being kissed by your sister. Her lips where plush and soft. Without another word, she walked out of room; walked, hell, she sashayed, her shapely hips boinking back and forth like they were mounted on a pivot. Her long skirt swished back and forth. I lay back on the bed, thankful I had not tried to mix my sisters with the MILFs. Gawd, I would never survive that much pussy! 

The next thing I knew I was waking again. The bed was moving and someone was pulling at my shoulder. 

"Sonny? Sonny?" Georgia's voice roused me. Her hands rolled me from my side, I had been facing way from her. She rolled me onto my back, my bare shoulders squeezing against her plush thigh resting on the bed beside me. "Sonny, wake up."

I opened my eyes. "What time is it?" 

"Nine." Georgia said. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Sonny, Mom did not go to work this morning. I thinks something is wrong."

I sighed and lay back, closing my eyes. My eldest sister's voice held no hint of concern or anxiety; if anything I heard jealousy. "So?" I grunted. 

"So, what is going on? Why is Mom staying home from work?"

"What are you still doing home?" I opened my eyes. 

Georgia shook her head, her red-orange hair twitched with the motion. She scooted her ass more firmly onto the bed, pressing her thigh against me, pressing the point of my shoulder deeply into her hip. "This is unlike Mom. She never sleeps this late. When she came home from the beauty shop last night she went directly to bed. What is going on?"

I almost chuckled, remembering Mom's comment from yesterday. What would Georgia do if I told her Mom was recovering from being a human condom? I kept my face impassive. Georgia could be insistent. I shrugged. "Nine? I needed to get going." I sat up and found my phone. I looked at the time on the last call, quarter to seven. Annie called me that early? What a bitch! My cock twitched. She was my bitch and I could use her as she liked, do what she wanted whenever I wanted. My cock hardened and I made no move to hide it from my sister. 

I was dialing when Georgia's hand found my cock under the sheet grasped me, fitting her fingers around me and gripping me through my briefs. Her eyes were intense, staring down at me. 

The hotel answered and I gave the nice lady the room number I wanted while my sister's hand moved up and down on my cock. Can a cock get calluses? After all the action I had participated in these last few days, I thought my cock would be raw and worn down to a nub. To the contrary, Georgia's hand on my cock only made me want to fuck her. The urge flushed through me and I almost pushed her face towards my crotch, but Messy Melissa answered the phone. 

She sounded wide awake and chipper as a chipmunk on a Planter's tour. 

"Mrs. Crawford?" I said. Georgia's hand stopped its gentle motion on my stiff prick. 

"Good morning, Sonny!" Melissa gushed into the phone. "Fuck me but I slept good last night! I have not had a weekend like this in all of my life!" 

"You know the thing I mentioned to you, why you delayed your flight a day?" I asked, ignoring but not missing her comment.

Melissa did not respond immediately. Then she said, "Yes. You mean, you mean watching, watching you fuck . . . your mother?" Her voice dribbled down to a whisper. 

"That's right. Does that still fit into your schedule?"

I thought I could hear her gulp but it might have been my imagination. With Georgia's hand working on my cock, I was surprised I could imagine anything. 

"Well, yes, Sonny. If, if you think . . . yes." 

"I'll be there to pick up you, uh, pick you up in . . . how soon can you be ready?" I was having trouble talking.

"For that? I am ready now. Jesus, I am wet just thinking about it!"

I chuckled. "Why? After all you have seen, why would it affect you like that?" Georgia's eyes found mine. She looked puzzled, trying to figure out what I was talking about, who I was talking to. 

Melissa did not answer right away and for a moment I thought she was gone. Then she said, "Because it's, it's you, Sonny. Seeing you with, ah your mother. Fuck I cannot wait." 

"You may have to but I promise, we'll manage to fit your schedule as you want." 

"There is someone there with you? Jesus, Sonny, is she there? Is she with you now?" 

Georgia pulled the sheet off my body and her hand snaked inside my briefs. Then she shifted to her knees on the floor and with both hands pulled the briefs half off my hips. Her hand gripped me and she fit her mouth over the end of my cock and sucked. Her head drifted down and my cock sank into her mouth. The feeling nearly unhinged me. My sister, dressed to the nines for work was sucking my cock. I was so confused. 

"Yes." I said, drawing it out like a hiss. Georgia hummed around my cock. Fuck but I wanted to fuck her but at that moment I reverted to the tacit agreement I had made with myself not to mix anyone with the MILFs . . . well, not my sisters at least. "I'll be there in half an hour." I said and dropped the phone onto the bed. With reluctance and no little chagrin, I pulled my sister's sucking mouth off my cock. She sat back, her face crumpled with rejection and disappointment. 

"Goddammit, Sonny. You fuck me, you fuck Mom and then nothing. You act like it never happened. I want you to fuck me. Hell, Dalia and Tawny want to fuck you too. We agreed we'd wait on you but shit, you act like we don't even exist!" 

I sat up and covered my now aching cock with a pillow. I had plans for him, which of course often had only a passing relationship to what happened to me. "What the fuck, Georgia, did you blab about, about, a, that night?"

Georgia looked caught. Finally she nodded. "I had to tell them."

I did not bother to ask what sort of logic in her pretty head made that necessity. I pulled Georgia up onto the bed beside me. I unbuttoned her grey business blouse and split it wide, revealing her white bra and equally white chest, littered with freckles. I bent to her chest and kissed the slope of her breast. I dipped into one of the voluminous cups and pulled her lax breast free so I could touch my lips to her. Her hands grasped my shoulders and then my head. Her body jerked and she tried to slide down on the bed, to recline while only sitting half on and half off on the side of the mattress. I licked her nipple and then sucked her breast into my mouth. 

When I finished, Georgia was panting like she had been underwater for an hour. "Sis, I can't. Not now. I have to go." I took hold of one of her hands and shoved it between my legs, pressing my cock once more into her hand. She gripped me again. "I want you, I just, I just have some other things going on and I cannot start with you. I'd never leave the fucking house! Jesus, sis, I want you but I have to be realistic. If I fuck you, I am going to have a house full of pussy. You said it yourself. I need to . . . I need to . . . oh fuck!" My resolution died and I pulled her onto the bed and shoved the grey straight skirt as high up her legs as far as I could only to find the barrier of her panty hose. I stared at it. 

"Oh, Sonny, don't stop." Georgia hissed. 

"I fucking had panty hose." Said through gritted teeth. 

"I'll take them off." Georgia panted, laying back onto the bed. 

I pressed a palm against her pubic mound, and her hips shifted higher and then she slipped off the bed onto the floor. I did not try to stop her but got off the other side of the bed. Her head appeared over the edge of my bed and she was looking daggers at me. "Are you fucking Mom?" Georgia growled. "Is that why she is staying home? You usually have a class but here you are lounging in bed till nine. You think I cannot figure out what is going on?"

She looked so hurt, so angry, so vulnerable all at once I almost did not know how to respond. "No, you cannot imagine what is going on. Georgia, I am going to fuck Mom this afternoon, yes. But, but it is not what you think. I fucking promise."

"Are you going to fuck me, then? Tomorrow?"

I shook my head, astonished that I was turning this woman down. Then I said something surpassingly stupid. "You are my sister, Georgie!" That only made her angry, really angry.

Georgia got to her feet and stood there buttoning up her blouse only to realize her bra was all out of whack. She began to struggle to get tits and ass arranged for the day. "Fuck you, Sonny. She is your mother and you don't seem to have any problem sliding the meat to her."

"Don't be vulgar." I said, speaking my mother's remonstrance with a straight face. What things we do under pressure!

Georgia looked at me like she was going to explode but then the door opened and my mother appeared. Mom's face needed help and her eyes were still bleary with sleep but with that hint of awareness and sharp understanding still present, that acuity a mom always seems to have about her kids. "What's going on in here?" She said in her best 'mom' voice. 

Georgia glanced once more at me and then flounced out of my room. 

"You're late for work, honey!" Mom called after her. Georgia did not respond. Mom's eyes creased with concern. "Is this getting out of hand, honey?"

I shrugged. "I did not want to mix and match, MILFs and sisters." I said without thinking. "Getting you all airtight has turned out to be quite an undertaking." 

Mom gulped, the tension showing the motion clearly in her pearly neck. "Did you think it would be like dating a virgin, honey? We're all women and we want what we want."

"You ladies can be damn insistent, too." I said. My cock twitched and reversed course. "I need you to do something else, Mom." I explained the day's events and what I thought was going to happen, leaving out the conjunction with Alissa. I had no idea how that would happen or if she would even know about it. "Annie said Sid wants an entourage so I am heading out to get Melissa. She can go with you."

Mom nodded but she was thinking something. I could see it on her face. 

"You said I should stay home. You a, said you wanted to fuck me, a, in front of someone?" Her tone made it a question. "Sonny, even after Sid rammed his ram into me, after I left, I kept thinking about what you said. Does that still go?" Her little girl voice was so cute. 

I waited, letting the silence between us linger. When I nodded, I think she breathed again. "Yes, Mom. Alissa's sister, Melissa is in town. We fucked them both last night. I promised her I would let her watch while I fucked you today." 

"Oh." Her face did not change while she digested that. Finally she nodded and looked over at me. Mom smiled. "I'll take a quick shower and be ready when you get back. Is that why you are going to get her? So she can watch me fuck my son?" She did not wait for an answer but opened the door and disappeared. 

I dressed and drove to get Melissa. She was waiting out in the brisk air so all I had to do was drive up and she got in beside me after she put her bag in the back seat. For a while neither of us said anything. I got onto the freeway and could relax a little. I looked over at her. "So Mrs. Crawford, how does it feel to have been air tight?"

Melissa shook her head, her eyelids closing like great shades over her big eyes. She opened them and looked over at me. Her frizzy hair was a dark, sexy cloud about her face and shoulders. "Sonny, never have I experienced something like that! I'll be high with this weekend till my tits touch my knees." 

I laughed, hard. I felt ebullient. After all the confusion I felt last week, everything seemed to have worked out wonderfully. Alissa was mine! And there were still two MILFs for air tight attention. And, if that was not enough, I was pretty sure my mother would fuck me, at least till I yielded her to Sid. If I discounted Georgia's little tantrum, I could not think of a better situation to be in. But then, I don't have much of an imagination. 

"Sonny, watching you guys fuck a . . . "

"Natasha. Mrs. Rossini." I filled in helpfully. 

"Yes, yes, Natasha. That was unbelievable but sharing the bunch of you with Lissa like that. Having her right there when I came and hearing her panting as she came . . . my gawd, it makes me squirm just to think about it now. I don't think I will ever forget it." She laid a hand on my leg and I jerked, the car twitched but I righted it. Melissa did not seem to notice or care. "I have to tell you, after you fucked me at the airport, I wondered what I was getting to. I could not believe you were treating me like, like, like that. I could not bear to face that I liked it but you never once hesitated to make me act like I wanted to be sexual like that. I don't know how you did it but now, having it past, I am glad you did." 

"No second thoughts?" I pressed.

She shook her head. 

"Not even about Sammy?"

Melissa's head jerked to look at me. Her hand covered her mouth. "Oh shit, I forgot about that. You gave me to him." 

I almost corrected her but did not. "Still want that?"

"What choice do I have? Think Sammy will take 'no' as an answer? Particularly since mother is off limits." 

I was nearly to my house. "I think Sammy will be okay. Mrs. Rossini and Annie will fuck him silly so I rather doubt he will go without."

Melissa smiled. Her hand moved to my already or still hard cock. "You see that he stays in shape for his aunt. I think I will be hungry as hell by the next time I see him. He needs to be used to fucking because if I have the chance I am going to get him in my ass while father Sam does me. Sonny, having a man in ass and pussy is the best thing I have ever experienced! A girl hears about it but fuck me, I never imagined actually experiencing it would ring my bells like it did. I cannot get it out of my head. " 

The garage door opened and I drove my car inside, since the girls were all gone. I did not want anyone to see Melissa sashaying into our house with my boner pointing at her from behind. Mom was sitting at the table when we came into the kitchen from the garage. I did not hesitate. I moved to her, took the coffee cup from her hand and kissed her. Her mouth was redolent with the musty coffee taste. She shuddered as I drew her to her feet. She knew what was coming. I pulled her away from the table, to the kitchen counter and ran my hands up under her stretch white dress. It was of some stretchy stuff that was never alive but fit her like, well, like a condom. It looked good but not really my idea of professional, well, not boring professional. As I pulled the skirt over her hips revealing a lacy thong framed by garters and a belt. Melissa sagged against the garage door and watched us, hands behind her ass. 

Mom fumbled with my belt. 

My phone rang. 

I glanced at the clock, it was a bit after ten. "Hello?" I said through gritted teeth. Mom had my slacks open and shucked them down my legs. 

"Sonny?" It was Sid. 

"Hi Sid. What's up? Beside me, I mean." 

He chuckled but it was a rattle and a thump. The tension in his voice startled and disturbed me. "Sonny, the limo is on the way. I have been up all night talking to China trying to get this all arranged. I think we are a go. Turns out it fit right into this deal I am working on in China but it is a fucking project. First, though, thanks for your part in this. I have a reputation to think of and getting my cock into your mother will become lore in China when Annie is done. She loved it. Anyway, the limo is on the way. I know it is a little early but I decided to get started early. If you will be at Mrs. Honeywell's office, downstairs or close by around two, I'll call you. You are still up for fucking my attorney, aren't you?"




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 10



Mom put a hand around my cock as she struggled up onto the counter. I moved between her legs. "Yeah, sure." I grunted. Mom's thighs gripped me and her heels pulled at me, shifting her ass to the edge of the counter. Her hands bent my cock and stroked it beneath swatch of cloth covering her pussy. She inserted the head into her pussy. I shoved a few fine inches into her fine pussy. Outside a horn sounded. 

"Shit!" I grunted, pulling against my mother's rabid ministrations. "That's the limo." Mom released me, her eyes slightly wild. "Sid. Alissa's sister is in town. I am sending her with Mom. I thought she might be a good addition." 

"The more the merrier. I was going to be without a staff at this shindig and well, having all these beautiful women around me will help the deal I think." He guffawed. "Honeywell's sister? Does she fuck you too?"

I ignored the question. "When do you want me there?" Realizing I already knew the answer. 

"Two will be fine. Wait in the lobby or close by. Don't come up till I call you. Once you come up it should not take long. I'll take your mother home, if you like."

I had moved away from mom and she and Melissa were at the door. They waved, the door closed and a moment later I watched the long Lincoln limo pull away from our curb. "Sid, Mom's busy this afternoon." I said softly. "But after today, if you want her, she's yours, I think, if you want her." I felt the tension of the statement seethe in me. 

Silence. 

I waited. 

Finally Sid spoke, "You think she'll be okay with that? You offering her cunt up like that? Cause buddy, if you give her to me, I am going to fuck her every chance I get. Jesus, what a woman!"

"This isn't business, Sid. It's pleasure." Then I had a different thought. "Maybe you are right. Let me work on that. Let's keep that in mind though. I think she liked being your cock sock but she has some stuff to work out." Mom would fuck Sid night and day, I sensed, but I wanted her to help complete the MILF list. I was just stalling. What a selfish prick. Ah well, I'd share later. 

"That's fine. I will be out of the country till the middle of January just before the Chinese New Year. So unless she wants to spend a few months in Asia taking my cock, it is just as well. But Sonny, I want you to understand that I want her. If you arrange it, I will make it up to you." 

Sid Kingston was gone before I could respond. Just as well since I was speechless. He'd make it up to me? Like he owed me something? I was fucking his wife, right? Giving her what she wanted . . . ah there was the difference. She was sexually satisfied and that could be a real valuable thing to a man that needed to travel as much as he did. I smiled to myself. I could rationalize anything. The reality likely was that he was not having me tortured and killed and canned as dog food. 

I had time to waste and tried to study but the whole milieu swirled in my head so I drove downtown around noon. I drove to one of the higher parking decks and parked, finding a level that had fewer cars. I sat for a moment, trying to let my mind settle down. I was trying to get my head around everything that was happening; you know, having one of the moments when everything seemed perfectly clear, understandable? It does not happen but it is cool when it does. 

My reverie busted like a dropped egg. Landon Clark walked right past the row where I was parked. I was facing the elevator down into the galleria. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. I found it difficult to believe it. Out of all the places and people to see here. Then I thought he had some idea of what was going down today and wanted a piece of it. I almost smiled. 

Landon stopped at the elevator but did not touch the call button. He looked around and then stuck his hands in his pocket. I was about to get out of the car and holler at him but abruptly he pulled out his phone. He punched a button. My phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

"Sonny Duncan! What's happening? Whacha doing? What's the good word?"

"Landon." I said slowly. He sounded jocular and that was not like Landon Clark. I watched him talking to me. What a weird fucking feeling. I don't know why I didn't get out of the car or tell him I was watching him. "Where are you?" I asked, curious about his answer. 

"Just hanging. Man, Sonny, the weekend was un-fucking-believable." 

"Uh huh." For some reason, I was dumbstruck.

"I have never had so much great pussy. You are definitely the man, Sonny my man!" 

Landon never talked that way. "Landon, what's up. You never talk like this. You nervous or something?"

Silence. In front of me, he stopped shifting, glancing around. He was waiting for someone. 

Fuck me but I had a vision of his mother cruising into the picture and Landon kissing her on the lips. "Landon?"

"Yeah, Sonny?"

Coy, right. "Landon, is everything all right?"

"What are you a woman?" 

"What are you, a dick? Something is on your mind."

"Jesus, Sonny. All this pussy is making you more perceptive than you ever were before. It's Mom."

Kyla? I flashed on my cock being welcomed into her full ass, her gasping, gurgling pleasure mounted on her son's cock while I pressed her down onto it with my cock in her ass. "Kyla? Have you fucked her since the opera?"

Silence but not so long. "That, well, that is what I wanted to talk about. See, well, shit Sonny, I have a bit of a problem." 

A problem? "Oh?" My heart stopped beating. Was Kyla losing her nerve, losing the feeling of cock and wanted to blow, or unblow our MILF List? No one would go along with it if Landon backed out, particularly before we all got into Kyla. I waited. 

"Well, Mom, she ah, well damn a pirate's balls, Sonny." 

I waited for him to get to it. 

But then a woman appeared in my vision. Not a woman, a girl and something struck me about her. 

"Sonny, listen, I have to go. Could you, can we talk about this later?" 

Darlene Emerson! She stood in front of Landon, smiling. Her full pink lips glistened. She wore a long light coat that flapped behind her knees but framed her full breasts, the cleavage was full and deep and luscious. Fuck but I wanted to dive in. 

"Tomorrow." I said.

"Tonight?"

"No. I have to take Melissa to the airport."

By the elevator, Landon nodded. "Oh, right. We can talk later in the week." He put away his phone and took the girl in his arms and kissed her like a lover. They melded together into a kiss that made me jealous. Landon cupped one of her ass cheeks in one hand and caressed her breasts with the other, pushing her against the wall beside the elevator. Darlene's coat was yellow, with a white sweater underneath. Landon's hand was under it and the tight lean flesh of her stomach appeared. He pushed her bra over her breast and pulled away from her lips to kiss her breast. Darlene shuddered, turning her head to the side. Her arms snapped over her head and she pressed them against the wall above her. It looked weird with her purse still slung on her shoulder. Her hips pulsed, thrusting at Landon as he licked and kissed her one bare breast. Then I saw the elevator move and the light blinked up from below. By the time the doors opened and three women sauntered out, Landon and Darlene were standing side by side holding hands like any other couple in love. They disappeared into the elevator. For a moment I thought I caught Landon's eyes seeing me through the glint of my windshield before the doors closed and they were gone. I was spooked by the whole thing. 

The women from the elevator walked to a car close by, stowed their shopping bags and drove away. I sat, stunned. Landon Clark and Darlene Emerson? Holy shit! That was no $1,000 a whack hooker, either. That was an eighteen year old girl! Suddenly I thought I had a glimmer of what he wanted to discuss and I understood why Landon Clark would stutter. I sat there shivering with adrenaline as I considered the eruption of our little MILF list into public knowledge. 

The tinking on my window made me jump like a virgin sitting on a dildo in church. I turned my head and my heart stopped, again. What the fuck was happening. Kyla Clark gestured for me to lower my window. I turned the key and did so, feeling really discombobulated. 

"Mrs. Clark." I managed to croak. 

"Hi Sonny. What are you doing here?" Her tone was cool. 

I rolled up the window, pushed open the door and got out. Talking up to someone like that made me feel like I was five again with my face in everyone's crotch or ass all over again. No wonder kids are cranky all the time, they walk around in a fog of adult farts! 

"I could ask you the same thing." I countered after I got my car door shut and locked. Rather than the fierce look I expected, Kyla closed her eyes. 

"I suppose you saw it? Landon with that girl?"

"Yeah." I said slowly. 

"Do you know her?" Kyla asked. "Oh, forget that. Okay, I followed him down here." She stopped, took a huge breath and looked up at me. "Buy a girl a cup of coffee?" She said finally. 

Thankful for the respite, I nodded and we boarded the elevator. All I could think of was what would happen if we turned a corner and came face to face with Landon and Darlene. I was so absorbed in my thoughts I did not notice our mutual silence till we arrived at a coffee spot. I guided us to a back corner table that looked out on the lower levels of the four floor galleria. I got us each a latté. When I was settled, I looked at Kyla and saw only sadness in her eyes. 

She shook her head. "Sonny, you cannot imagine what it has been like at my house since the MILF night at the opera." 

I could not help myself. I chortled. I was unsure if she was trying to be funny and I should be encouraged or if she was in despair and my laughter would push her over the edge. She was somewhere in the middle. 

She smiled a bleak smile. "Landon has not touched me since, since, since then." Kyla stared down at her latté. "I tried but I was so, so . . . oh, Sonny it was awful. I thought, I thought . . . ."

I suddenly had a flash of what she might have thought. 

"I was horrified by what we had done." She looked up at me with more of a smile, the barest hint of relief evident in her expression. "Not because of, of what we did. No, I expected him to mount me the next day when he got back but he came home that Saturday night and nothing. I expected him to come into my shower and scrub my back and make me suck his cock. I expected to have him between my legs night after night for the next month. But there was nothing. He barely said two words to me the whole week. Last night, however, he came home smelling of sex, frazzled and clearly completely fucked out. He came into my bedroom and kissed me on the lips. He apologized and said if I could give him time, he would explain everything." Kyla shook her head. "You cannot imagine how fucked up I have been! I felt like I was wearing someone else's skin. I was short with everyone, irritable and filled with . . . you cannot imagine."

She was right. But I had some idea of the intensity of it. 

"Now, Sonny, now I understand. He was out late that Saturday that Saturday after, after the opera. He had a date he said and told me to wait up. I did. He came home and went right to his room like he forgot what he said. I did not forget! I had no idea what to do. I am not the one to slip into his room and suck his cock and mount him. Well, not yet anyway. I thought something had happened. Something did, apparently. The next morning he was gone before I got up. I had a little wine to sooth my nerves that night before and it was late the next morning before I roused. I did not see him again till Tuesday and by then I was crazy inside. I had no idea what was happening between me and my son. I was a wreck. My nerves turned into longing and I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted my son to come to my room and take me like I was his mistress. I dreamed of . . . well, I had dreams about sex. I'd wake up wet with it. Gawd, I wanted my own son to use me to make the longing go away! I was crazed with lust and anxiety mixed in equal measure. I almost called you but I heard him talking to one of the other guys and understood that someone was going to be, a, airtight this weekend, last weekend." 

Kyla Clark's cheeks turned pink. Her eyes found me and suddenly she looked so fucking sexy. Her brown hair tumbled about her face, framing it and giving her a girlish, shy look. Her eyes were a woman's eyes, though, steady and unblinking. 

"I figured you would call me if you wanted a piece of me. I had to just wait. I made up a thousand stories about why Landon had left me hanging. Thursday I was furious with you all day, certain that you had told him to leave me alone so he would be ready to fuck whoever you boys were servicing this weekend. Last night I got that something else was going on and I had could not begin to guess what it was. Now I know."

I nodded. "Landon has a girlfriend." 

Kyla Clark nodded. "My son has a girlfriend." She echoed, a little bleakness mixed with pride in her tone. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I did not know what to say. I gazed out the window and who would believe it? I saw Landon and Darlene walking on one of the lower levels. They stopped to lean over the rail. Landon's hand held her ass and then she turned and they kissed. I glanced at Kyla. She was watching them as well. 

"He is in love. I don't know what to feel. I have never seen Landon in love before. Sonny, you were always the nearest thing to a best friend Landon ever had. He is like his father; self-assured and cocky to a fault. He never felt the need to follow anyone and everyone loved following him but I think deep down he admired you. I know he does now. The MILF list, that is all your doing, Sonny and my son knows it. He has had a terrible time this last week and now I know why."

When I looked at her, Kyla was staring at Landon and Darlene, and did till they disappeared into the thin crowd and out of our sight. 

I had the distinct feeling that she was not done talking. I was right. 

"Sonny, whatever else has happened, this week of anxiety has forced me to think about something I would not have faced otherwise." She looked up at me. 

Something in her eyes scared me and I flashed back to the romantic dinner before the opera. I opened my mouth to stutter only to discover the fucking world actually does not revolve around me and my cock. What a shock!

"Sonny, do you know what I have been dreaming of since the MILF night at the opera?" She spoke with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She did not wait for a response. "Your mother's mouth on me. Her taste on my tongue, the feel of your semen swirling inside of her and her orgasm as I ate her. I am haunted by it. I wake in the night quaking with desire to be eaten by her again." She smiled wanly. "I realized eventually that I wanted my son to fuck me to cover up what I was dreaming about; your mother's mouth on my pussy." 

"Oh." I said into the little pause. After a while I noticed Kyla's eyes on me and the implicit question in them. "Oh, oh!" I got it, finally. "You, you . . . I see."

Kyla did laugh then. "Sonny, you are priceless." She reached over and patted my arm. "Don't worry, I am not . . . I am not giving up cock. But since I am confessing, you know what I thought when I saw Landon's lips on that girl's bare breast right out there in public?"

"You wished it was you?" I ventured. Even if I was wrong, it was a sexy guess. 

Kyla laughed. She shook her head. Then she really laughed. "I guess I am not sure how you meant that, you naughty boy! A different thought. But no, I thought of Landon fucking her and the taste of her after he was done. I wondered to myself, very consciously if I could maybe make her come after he fucked her. If she would like it, if I would like it. Then I wondered if she liked it in the ass, like I do? I thought about sharing Landon with her, the both of us fucking him." Kyla Clark closed her eyes. 

Without opening them, she said, "Sonny, can I tell you something? I have fucked around on Tony for most of our marriage, in my mind in response to his fucking around on me. But that is not fair, I have boinked first as often as he has. We were both props to each other's set piece. Landon has suffered because of that, particularly when one of us gets it into our head that our marriage is more than a business arrangement. No, what I want to confess is that I have often looked at this woman or that woman and imagined sharing Tony with her. I have never had the will to do it. I never wanted to give him the break of implying I was in any way okay with his philandering. I hated it but at the same time, several of those bimbos he took up with made me want to touch them. When I looked at them after knowing that she had sucked Tony's cock, I have often thought about them, like that, nude and sated. I liked the idea of undressing them but until your mother, I never imagined anything beyond that moment when their tits come into view as I removed their bra. Now, now all I can think about it having her tongue swirling around in my freshly fucked pussy! Oh, Christ, Sonny! I am so horny right now. Are you busy? Can I ask you to . . . "

My phone rang. It trilled again and I gritted my teeth. "Kyla, I am sorry, I have to take this." 

She nodded, resignation and contemplation on her face. 

Annie's voice greeted me. "Sonny? Time to fuck Honeywell bitch. Blondie girl wait for you at the front and take you to her office." 

"Okay," I responded but she was gone. I adjusted my gaze to meet Kyla's. 

She smiled wanly again. "It's okay, Sonny. If you have to go." 

I nodded. "I do have to go. I . . . Kyla." I stood. "Things are rarely what you think they are." 

She nodded. "You have no idea. Neither does Landon. I followed him down here. I thought he was seeing another woman. Sonny, I thought it was your mother. I thought Cici was doing my son behind my back." 

I stood, bent over her and kissed her. Her expression did not change. "No, Kyla. Mom is fucking Brent. I can assure you that Landon is not hung up on my mother." 

I left her then. The clock was ticking in my head. Alissa was waiting. On the elevator to the street I called Mrs. Rossini. 

"Hello, Sonny." She said, she sounded groggy. 

"Hiya, Sasha. How's the ass?"

"I am still sitting light, and sleeping less. What did you do to Brent yesterday. He fucked me before going to school today like an uber mensch." 

I grinned. "I am wondering if you would mind if I came by with Melissa and Mom later today?"

"Of course. What do you have in mind?" 

"Melissa wants to see me fuck my own mother." 

Sasha gasped and then laughed. The guy in the elevator with me looked sideways at me and we walked out together onto the street. I stared at him till he went on. Sasha finally spoke. "You want to do it here?"

"If you don't mind? I thought you might like to see that as well."

"Taking reservations, are you?" She asked. "Don't answer that. Whatever the reason, I do not want to know." 

I was just outside the lobby of Alissa's building. "Look, I need a favor. You know Kyla Clark, right?"

"Of course." 

"Call her. Invite her over and if Brent comes home, tell her to fuck him for you."

"He is not going to be home till late. And besides why should I be giving away my house cock?"

"Oh, well, then keep her there till I get there. I'll explain it to her." Her question registered. "A favor to me?" 

Silence. Finally, "Sonny, are you really going to fuck your own mother in my house?" Her voice quivered. 

Fuck me, she was excited. I had no idea. I was just trying to give Annie a rest. What a bunch of twists I was fucking. "I am. I don't know how long before we get there but Melissa's plane is at nine so it will be pretty soon." I hung up and took the fast elevator to the fortieth floor. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 10



I found the entrance to Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline. I hesitated outside till I saw the blond woman staring at me. I pulled open the door and tried to saunter in like I owned the place. I doubt anyone was fooled. I wore a nice outfit with jacket and everything but with an open necked shirt; ties are not my thing. The blond, Blondie in my mind, stepped up to me and extended a hand. 

"Mr. Duncan?" She said in a breathy voice. 

I gulped as my cock twitched and began to inflate. I was already primed and this woman just frosted the cake. She was blond but the rest of her was pretty awesome too. I closed my eyes for a moment and when they opened I could see confusion and a bit of concern in her eyes. 

"Are you okay, sir?"

I nearly giggled. This woman, twenty-eight or twenty-nine I figured, so nearly ten years older than me. She called me "sir". I shook my head. "How old are you, miss?"

The blush was so sudden and so profound I thought I had really fucked up but her eyes dropped and she said softly, "Old enough." She said. 

I nodded an acknowledgement. "Twenty-five," I said confidently. "You look twenty-five. I'm always right about this." 

When she looked up her green eyes were glittering and she smiled a not-very-businesslike smile at me. "Right this way." She breathed at me. 

I shuddered. My cock twitched and grew. The woman turned and my eyes took a moment to get the image of her cleavage out of my mind. The tight red blouse hugged her and I envied it. I moved to keep close to her, eyes fixed on her sashaying hips. What legs! What an ass! The thoughts rattled around in me and put a hitch in my step while I tried to adjust my cock, giving it room to . . . whatever. I tagged along after her into a smallish office. 

"Right in here. Make yourself comfortable." Miss Blondie gestured to the easy chair by the door. She slipped behind it and lowered the blinds looking out on the rest of the office and then tilted them closed. She turned and smiled at me, crowding the chair where she directed me to sit. "Mrs. Honeywell will be right with you." 

I moved around her and she stepped to the door, her high heels made her walk like a young deer nosing through a thicket except she was full grown. She turned and hugged her breasts to the door frame. "Can I get you anything, Mr. Duncan?" She asked then her head twisted to look out of the room and she was gone. Something spooked her. I went to the door, hating the feel of an open door with my back to it. I noticed one of the gumbies from the previous week. The white one, one of the partners but realized I did not know his name, Bickerstaff or Kline. He was staring at me. I closed the door and sat on the far side of the room. The room was dim, lit only by the light from the big cubicle warehouse outside. The office was small, made smaller by the large wooden desk. I sat in a chair against one wall at the end of the couch/love seat. Another lounge sat at the other end right beside the door where Blondie had suggested I sit. 

My heart thundered and for a moment I wondered if I was scared and then I realized I was imagining Alissa Honeywell bent over this big desk, my cock pressing into her body, her full, arched black ass bunching up against me as I entered her. I thought again of her gasping, ebony face, how her eyes fluttered and squinted as she felt a man enter her. When the door opened I jerked like I had been shot. 

The gumbie appeared. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I leaned back and stretched, balanced one leg on my other knee. "Sitting." I said. "Say, I remember you. You are one of the partners, right? Which are you, Peppers, Bickerstaff or Kline?" Before he could respond, I said, "Somebody told me Kline and Bickerstaff were twins but I did not believe them. So? Are you? Twins, I mean?"

The man's face went completely red, clear up into the comb-over that passed for hair. "Mr. Bickerstaff is black." He growled. 

I snapped my fingers and put both feet on the floor and leaned forward. "Right! Right. He is the one with the sense of humor. That is how they tell you apart, right?" Honestly, I don't know what happens to me when I get scared. I get flirty or fucking chatty, bitchy I think, like a well-dressed switch-hitter who stumbles into a biker bar. I don't dress good enough to be gay but I always imagined this sort of witty repartee was what passed for the bitchy gay man under the eyes of some hulky homophobe; confused about whether to flirt or hiss and spit or run like hell. I did not like the looks of this asshole and yet I had to be careful, for Alissa's sake and my own, if I had any shot at their little job. That last thought locked in and I stood up and extended my hand. "Sonny Duncan, sir. Sorry to be such a smart ass. I have heard so much about you and what an impressive persona you have, I was stunned for a moment. I get chatty and stupid when that happens." 

I almost burst with pride when the man shook my head, a look of confused pleasure on his face. I wanted a shower. At that moment, Alissa appeared at the door, Blondie peeking over her shoulder at me. 

"Mr. Duncan? You are on time, I see." Alissa said in a chilly voice. She tilted her head. "I see you have meant one of the other partners, Mr. Kline, Sonny Duncan. You saw him at lunch last week." 

"What is he doing here, Alissa?" The man rounded on her, planting hands on his hips. The cut in his suit coat widened and I imagined a tail poking out of the back of his pants. The image fit his stance so perfectly, I gurgled a choked laugh that earned me a glare from Alissa.

"I asked you a question, Mrs. Honeywell. What is this gentleman doing in my office?" 

"Your office? This is my office until you and . . . until I get the office I was promised when I signed the partnership papers." 

Mr. Kline ignored her. "I asked you a question. What is this, this boy doing in my offices?"

Alissa clicked her lips and let her breath out slowly. "I have some business with him." 

"Business? What sort of business do you have with this boy? I am a senior partner and I deserve to know . . . . "

"My business." Sid's deep voice seemed to curdle the air from around the corner. Blondie gave away and disappeared. Sid's lanky, tall form created a shadow as he moved up behind Alissa. "Mr. Duncan is handling some business for me, private business. Business you best take no interest in, Mister, ah, I am sorry, was it Bickerstaff?" 

I almost choked. 

Alissa, seeming to take a cue from his appearance, stepped past Mr. Kline and moved behind the desk. I sat back down in my chair. Kline looked at Alissa, a questioning stare, a glare for me and then a smarmy, unctuous smile for Sid. Sid's expression did not change. 

"Well, Mr. Kingston, if he is part of your business, I think it is only right that I be read into it right from the beginning. I am one of the senior partners, after all."

"Yes, you are but let us be clear. I am doing business with Mrs. Honeywell. Only Mrs. Honeywell. If that bothers you, I am sure I can find another firm."

"Oh, Mr. Kingston, that will not be necessary, will it Wilfred?" Alissa sounded scared. Before Mr. Kline had a chance to speak, Sid did.

"Mrs. Honeywell, I assure you our arrangement is not in any danger as far as I am concerned. If this gentleman and the other senior partner objects to how you handle my business, I am sure I can buy them out, change the name of this firm to Peppers and Honeywell." Sid grinned sardonically. "That seem a bit extreme don't you think, Mr. Kline?"

The man blubbered for a moment but then finally said, "Mr. Kingston, I just want to be sure you receive the best representation . . . ."

"I am sure you do." Sid turned around and spoke to someone whom I presumed was Blondie. "Would you ask the three women who arrived with me to join me here. They are still in the conference room, I believe. Thank you." Sid moved into the room and sat on the end of the couch closest to me. He extended his huge hand and shook mine. "How are you Sonny? Ready to do this?"

I could not help myself. "Or whomever." I said. 

Alissa peeped and looked embarrassed. 

Sid smiled without teeth and turned his big eyes to Wilfred Kline. "You are welcome to witness this final little bit of business if you like? I bet your curiosity is getting the best of you but, little kitty, you should remember what they say about curiosity." Sid settled back into the couch. 

Kline looked down and he visibly straightened his shoulders and his egg-shaped back. "I am sure my involvement would benefit anything you need."

Sid lifted his eyes to the skies and shrugged his big shoulders in a large motion around his sigh; sort of phlegmatic, 'Have it your way' without the words. "You do have a very beautiful wife, Mr. Kline. Your second I believe." 

Blondie appear leading Mother, Melissa and behind them, Annie. They trooped in. Melissa sat in the chair next to the door, Mom took the couch beside Sid and I got up and offered my seat to Annie. She nodded with a nervous smile and sat. For a moment, no one spoke, no one moved. 

"Go, Mr. Kline or close the door." Sid nodded at Blondie. "Thank you Ms. Swearington. I appreciate all your help. I am sure Alissa will benefit from your particular benefits. I hope you enjoy working with her. Close the door for us, would you."

The blond Ms. Swearington glanced at Mr. Kline and when he did not bother to acknowledge her, she turned on the overhead light and left, closing the door behind her. 

"So? What is this about?" Mr. Kline said in an avuncular tone. "I understand this is the last detail before you sign our contracts?"

Sid laid a big hand on my mother's leg and stretched his ent-like frame on the couch. It made his pants ride up and showed his gray socks and smooth nut-brown legs. My mother snuggled closer to him. I thought of sitting down beside them for a moment but then leaned against the wall at the end of the desk, liking my vantage point. I could not tell if I was a Roman, a lion or a Christian. I recalled Sid's comment about curiosity to the "little kitty". I decided this was the perfect time to make like a wise Roman and keep my mouth shut, so I did, secretly proud of my newly acquired super power. Then I thought of my smart comments to Monsieur Kline and I lost that flush of accomplishment. Only God knew what that little outburst would cost me. 

Sid cleared his throat, still looking at me. His head swung back to Mr. Kline. "You have been researching me and you have discovered the aspect of my reputation that gives lots of men in your situation pause."

"My situation?" Kline said, nearly a sneer in his voice. 

I glanced at Alissa and saw temerity in her eyes when hers met mine. She made no attempt to communicate, waiting to see what was coming next. I thought at the time she had more at stake than I did and admired her for her waiting. I was mistaken. Turned out I was Roman, lion and Christian.

"You have a trophy wife. What is her name, Portia?" Sid said. 

In that moment, thinking back, I believe Mr. Kline realized he had stepped into a hole or maybe on a mine. "My wife? What does she have to do with it?"

"My reputation is for horning in on men who fuck away from home. But that is just sport, fucking a man's mistress right under his nose when he knows he cannot really object. But that is just sport. When it comes to business I am sure your investigation into me has revealed that I only do business with men. My reputation, I believe is that I fuck their wives, or girlfriends or sisters, a mother or two, daughters, whatever. It is a matter of business, a good exchange. My business for their most treasured pussy. I presume your various hints during the conference about the agenda being 'all there is to it' intimated at this and by now you are certain that it is all false. I assure you," Sid's hand slid high up my mother's leg. She bit a lip, stifling a gasp as his large hand moved under the hem of her tight, white, very unprofessional dress. Her legs parted and she slumped down on the couch. She jerked when his hand disappeared between her legs, his fingers must have touched her pussy. Her hips rose once, pressing against him. 

Kline stared at her. 

I was thinking that one huge cock and my mother turned into a cock slut. But her behavior made my cock hard. I wondered if I should try to hide my wood or not. Lion or Christian? 

Sid continued. "I presume, Mr. Kline, that you and your partner thought it all bull, all hearsay and legend but I am here to assure you, both aspects of the legend are true. Are you sure you don't want to leave us to our business?"

Sid waited for Mr. Kline to pull his eyes away from the sight of my mother being fondled. The gumbie looked up and in a sort of a daze, shook his head. 

"You want to understand how this is going to work, right? You thought that you would discover these stories about me are false or you would be in a position to take my business away from Mrs. Honeywell here, right? Because she is a woman and I only do business with men? Isn't that what you were thinking?" Sid stopped but then continued, giving only the merest impression that he cared about an actual answer. "You thought that I would not settle on Mrs. Honeywell because she is a woman and I would not fuck her husband or her son and since she has no daughter . . . " he glanced at Melissa who tucked her chin and cocked her head at him, the oddest smile on her lips. " . . . you thought I had not intention of doing business with her and that this was going to be your account, your business and you and your buddy were going to find a way to replace Mrs. Honeywell as my counsel. Isn't that right?" Now, Sid waited. 

My mother groaned into the silence. Her head lolled back onto the back cushion of the couch. She lifted her hips, one hand gripping a cushion as Sid stroked her pussy. 

Mr. Kline glanced at her and then returned his attention to Sid. He licked his nothing lips, so thin they looked itinerate mascara. 

Sid ran his hand down my mother's leg to her knee and pulled it wider. My mother responded and she grunted when his hand disappeared under her skirt again, pushing it high on her thighs. 

I got so hard. 

"I did not introduce this woman. Her name is Cecelia Duncan." He nodded at me. "She is Mr. Duncan's mother. Mr. Duncan has made an arrangement with my wife, whom I did not introduce. Mai Li Ting is my wife, Annie Kingston." Annie glared hard at Mr. Kline, no acknowledgement of his glance. "I beg your pardon. Annie is fucking . . . or rather I should say, Mr. Duncan is fucking Annie. He can fuck her whenever he likes and she likes it a lot I understand. Annie, why don't you show Mr. Kline that Mr. Duncan can have what he likes from you? Suck his cock for us, why don't you?" 

I gulped. My vision of a quick poke with Alissa bent over the desk turned out to be much less complicated than this reality I was watching unfolding before me. 

Annie did not hesitate. She slipped to her knees and knee-walked over in front of me; an arresting sight in any circumstances but particularly in that situation for she was well dressed and coifed to look professional and alluring at once. The sight of this woman on her knees licking her lips unhinged me. She looked up at me, her serious eyes replete with eye makeup and green shadow. My gawd but she looked sexy staring up at me like that while she found and unbuckled my belt. The sound of my zipper sounded like a scream in the suddenly silent room. She unhitched the button and my trousers rumpled around my waist. My cock ignored everything since my eyes were fixed on the woman's lips which she kept licking. She smoothed my slacks away from my cock and they sagged down my thighs. They tickled me and I had a sudden compulsion to giggle. Annie saved me by running the palm of her little hand up the cloth arch of my covered cock, which sobered me. Suddenly I could not breath. 

Then my mother groaned into the silence. 

My eyes opened and I could see Mom twisting on the couch. With two hands she daintily picked up the edge of her white skirt and stretched it up and off Sid's hand. Sid had his middle "FUCK YOU" finger buried deep in my mother's cunt, her white satin panties pulled to the side to accommodate his dark hand. She was pumping her pussy up and down on his long, knuckled finger, perfectly framed with her white garter straps and the sash of the white belt. 

For a moment I wondered what had become of her thong, the one I had slipped my cock past in our kitchen. 

Annie's head turned to look at the sound. When she turned back, she pulled my briefs off my hard cock, which stopped any wondering about unimportant shit. With both hands she skimmed them down my hips and onto my thighs. A little hand gripped my cock and bent it to her lips. She kissed the head and then her mouth opened and I felt her tongue swiping at me. I was glad for the wall behind me. I locked me knees and arched my back a little as Annie's mouth smoothed down the singing length of my cock. 

Damn but I wanted to groan. 

"The arrangement is to their benefit and with me out of the country," Sid shrugged, "I do not begrudge Li Ting her orgasms. She certainly has to put up with all the stories you have heard. Everyone sees her and wonders how she can be married to someone so obviously unfaithful. The answer to that is none of your business but there is something you should know. Mrs. Duncan, would you care to help?"

Cici opened her eyes. She turned her head and said, "What? Sid? Uhhhh, what?"

"My cock, Mrs. Duncan. Show this good man my cock. He seems to think the legend is a lie." 

While my mother got herself together and got to her knees between Sid's splayed legs, Annie sucked on my cock. Each time I thought I was going to come into her luscious mouth, she would hesitate, stop and wait. I felt like she was scooping out my brains with her tongue. 

"I am here, Mr. Kline, was it? I am here because of Mrs. Honeywell. She understood this aspect of how I do business and she arranged for this part of my business; offered it in such a way I decided to look no further. I am impressed with her willingness to use sex to get what she wants. You see, the way this is going to work is this. Sonny fucks my wife. I fuck his mother. Since I cannot fuck Mrs. Honeywell and have no wish to do a son or a husband, Sonny is going to fuck Mrs. Honeywell for me. He will fuck her whenever, however and wherever he likes which in this case, since I am making a rather notable exception to my legend, will be quite often, I assure you. I will get my pound of flesh and Mr. Duncan there, will have his fill of your Mrs. Honeywell. In exchange for my business, Alissa has agreed to become his willing mistress. However, now that you insist in being read into this part of our deal, you are going to have to participate. You and your partner." Sid stopped talking to lift his ass. 

Mom pulled his trousers and BVDs down his body, down his thighs and down to his ankles. His bare ent-legs glistened smoothly in the dim light, hairless and brown.

"Jesus Christ!" Mr. Kline muttered. 

Mom put both hands around Sid's huge cock and tried to fit the mushroom head into her mouth. She licked, she slurped, she sucked. The cock swelled, straightened, stiffened and rose. 

Sid tapped the side of Mom's face. "Mount me." He said softly. 

Mom did not hesitate. She struggled to her feet and swept her panties down and off her legs. 

Annie withdrew my cock from her head and, still sitting on her knees, twisted to watch my mother mount her husband. I noticed Melissa staring at Sid's monster cock. 

"Fucking fuck me." Melissa whispered. "Oh fuck me!" 

Sid put his legs together. Mom spread her legs and balanced on one knee, the other on the arm of the couch. She fit the head of the cock inside the entrance of her pussy and then she grunted and leaned into Sid. Sid held her by the hips and helped her control the cock piercing her body. Mom's body bucked once and she lost her hold. Her hips dropped a few inches. She twitched and grunted and then started to shake. She found her balance on both knees and pulled her hips back. Then she pounded them forward and down, taking half of Sid's monster cock deep into her welling body. She bent forward and lay her head onto Sid's shoulder. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 11



Chapter 11

A MILF of my own, Owning Mom

This is an intermediate part of the story with some setup for the next few chapters. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks to everyone who reads, votes and helps keep make this a popular story. -C

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The week Melissa Crawford left town, I was exhausted. I slept for ten hours a night for most of the week. I went to school and though I participated, I was zonked, utterly somnambulant. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I went through the motions of being alive, mostly as a courtesy to everyone else, but utterly without conscious thought. I had had so much sex, such great sex, in such mind-blowing ways, I think I was numb. Chemistry and Econ seemed attractive by comparison. Not till Friday night did I rouse, and then only when mom came into my room. She was dressed in lounge clothing, a demure skirt and a sweat shirt. 

She knocked on my door and poked her head into my room to ask me if I wanted anything from the store, she was making a run. 

"Beer? Donuts? Me? Anything?" She asked with a grin. Her eyes twinkled. 

She looked so funny with just her head and part of a shoulder visible inside my door. For a moment I stared at her, my mind clouded with undifferentiated visions of her and the other MILFs I had fucked and watched fucking in the last month. But suddenly the haze lifted and my cock got hard, extremely hard, really fast. But that was only the consequence of what occurred between my ears. For the first time, I think I realized that I had traded my mother to a man with a mammoth cock and she had let me. But beyond that was a subtler, sexier reality. I had traded her but not till February or whenever Chinese New Year arrived. That meant she was mine to trade, which meant she was mine now. She had accepted that. It was part of the arrangement. 

Along with that clarity was the knowledge that Alissa was the same to me, now. I owned her body. I could demand nearly anything of her with the full expectation that she would comply. I had secured her position in her law practice, brought her not merely a huge client (huge! Really!) but in doing so created a barrier between her and the partners that protected her professionally in a way she never could have achieved without me. I denied her to her own son and she compiled, as least I believed she did. Admittedly that was only remarkable in the context of the MILF list. So far I had no reason to doubt her and even if she did lie to me about that, did it really matter? Somehow, sharing the MILFs with my friends for our mutual pleasure relieved the possessive pressure implied when fucking someone. All I wanted was Alissa and Mom to be sexually satisfied while the MILF list lasted. I discovered in that first conscious thought of the week a powerful aphrodisiac; I realized that when the MILF list ended and they closed up shop and closed their legs to us, I had the confidence that I could get between the knees of some other wonderful woman and she would love having me there. 

"Sonny? Sonny?" Mom moved through the door, standing just inside my room. 

I had been studying, but her appearance flicked a switch, the one connected to my cock. I gazed at Mom as though seeing her for the first time. The thoughts ran through my head, Chemistry was forgotten. The swell of her breasts under the sweatshirt made her sexy and inviting. Her knees were smooth and her thigh muscles rippled, disappearing under the skirt to who knew what was up there? Well, actually, I did know. Been there done that. Whatever panties she had or did not have on, I knew the feel of my mother's cunt clasping my cock as it sliced into her seething body. 

After four days off, it turned out I was horny, really fucking horny! The idea that my own mother could be had, at that moment, thundered through me like a glimpse of nirvana and I don't mean the band, well, maybe I do mean the band. 

"Sonny?" Mom's face appeared concerned, her forehead creasing. She touched a hand to her black mop of hair and ran fingers through it, distracting herself from the lack of response from me. She seemed to be reassuring herself she existed since I had not responded to her. 

"Come closer." I said softly, my voice rasping with desire. 

I think she sensed what was coursing through my veins, the roaring in my ears, the tingling sensation of erotic response, because she did not move. I could hear music from Tawny's room and the TV blared downstairs. My sisters were home. The thought that I could touch my mother while they were in the house, knowing that she would surrender to my raging desire amplified it. It was weird, like the past few months had never happened, and I was once more the clueless guy suddenly endowed with the ability to seduce my own mother. That conception roared to life in me as a consuming, demanding need. But I was now a different guy. I could have her, and now I would have her. 

"Close the door." I said again, lifting my eyes up from her breasts to gaze into her eyes. They glittered gray. She blinked. "Come here." I said again. 

Mom hesitated, but then slowly closed the door. Her breasts revealed her excitement, heaving as her breathing quickened under my steady gaze, a clear response to whatever vibe I was broadcasting. For a second she stared at me then she moved over to stand beside my chair. 

I was sitting at my computer desk working on a spreadsheet as part of a project. I turned in my chair and as she approached. She bumped her hip against my shoulder looking down at me without making a sound. Her eyes glittered with her excitement. When I placed my hand behind her bare knee, those eyes closed and she inhaled, making that little hissing sound caused by sucking air between her teeth. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and she made a soft sound, an "Ohhhhh" that was nearly a sigh but really it was encouragement, a plea to touch her, to make her feel what I was feeling. She sensed it and lusted after it. She wanted me to share it with her. In exchange she would share what she had to share, which was just what I wanted. I wanted her!

For a few moments I ran my hand up and down her smooth, luscious thigh before curving my fingers further around its curve so that when I raised it, the back of my hand caressed her other leg. My hand was between her legs. 

Mom groaned. 

I own her, I thought. The torrent of passion roared in my ears. The words formed in my mind twitched inside of me. My own mother would fuck me. I knew it intellectually. I had been between her legs, in her mouth, buried in cunt and ass but it was like all that happened to someone else, that she had been a MILF to me like the others, a luscious woman ready and willing to be mounted by a young man. Now, now she was my mother, a woman but my mother, a woman I should not be touching like this but who I knew I could do what I wanted with and she would comply, eagerly even. The promise shimmered around us like an aura of lust, hers mixing with mine. 

Before my eyes, her breasts heaved, rising as she tried to breath around the tightness in her chest, the tension that tingled between her legs. She longed for my hand to meet that tingling. 

I studied her breasts, nearly even with my eyes, trying to determine if she had on a bra or not. I decided she did. "Mom, I want you to do something for me." 

Her eyes opened as my hand tickled the back of her knee. She nodded. "Yes, Sonny." She breathed, then bit her lip as the casual hand drifted up between her legs, bumping into her crotch before descending once more. 

"Mom," I said, feeling the syllable on my lips. "Lift you shirt over your breasts." 

She hesitated, then, closing her eyes, she complied with my request. Standing beside me, my hand between her legs—I ran my hand clear up her thigh till I felt the heat of her pussy on my index finger—with her sweatshirt hitched over her great breasts, she sighed and closed her eyes and waited. 

I stared at her breasts for a moment, puzzled by how I was going to remove the bra without removing a hand from between her legs. It was impossible. I scooted my chair back and turned to face her completely. I reached carefully around her back and with trembling hands, unhooked her bra. 

"Oh Sonny." Mom whispered. "The girls are home." She said, only a little objection in the words. 

"Yes, I know." I said, aware that the whole idea excited me. The bra went lax and her breasts spread a bit, the tight crevasse of her cleavage widened. With both hands, I pulled her bra away from her breasts and carefully tucked it up into her hands holding the sweatshirt. "Mom, I gave you away to Mr. Kingston. He is going to put his huge cock into you whenever he wishes." I stopped, staring at her big, bare breasts. Every move the woman made shimmered through them. Her nipples were beginning to swell, bulging with her inner tension, distending with tension. I stared at them, watching the flesh purse and crinkle. 

"Oh, Sonny. We shouldn't." Mom whispered, but she did not move. "The girls . . . ." Her voice lapsed when my tongue touched her nipple. 

Her eyes had been closed so I leaned in close and ran the tip of my tongue around the aureole of her breast, feeling the dark skin with my tongue, rough and tight. My mother shivered at my touch. I pulled back and looked up at my mother's face. Her eyes came open, as though with conscious effort. They wandered for a moment before fixing on mine. She blinked once or twice but waited. 

"I own you, Mother." I said. "I can do anything I want with you."

Mom's eyes got very wide, the tension of shock and fear. She swallowed. 

"I gave you to Mr. Kingston. That means I own you." 

To my surprise, my mother nodded, gulping first but then her head dipped once, twice, three times. It was not some spasmodic twitch. It was agreement. Her eyes were wild and her body fairly quivered before me. 

"Say it." I pressed, pushing my advantage. 

"You own me." My mother breathed. "Oh yes, own me, son. I, you, you have brought me pleasure like I have never known. Own me." Her eyes closed briefly. 

I leaned forward and kissed her breast along the side. I held it up with one hand, kissing the exposed flesh, swabbing her skin with my tongue each time. I could taste the acrid tang of soap; Mom always showered when she got home from work. I kissed along the arch to the slope and down between them, nuzzling the other with my forehead while I sucked gently on the inside slope. 

"Ohhhhh honnnnney!" Mom cooed. 

I kissed her porcelain skin till she began to move her torso, twisting and turning, trying to present her nipple to my lips. She was completely mine. I sucked on her nipple and her body swayed. I withdrew and maneuvered her between my legs. I wanted her to straddle me but my office chair had arms that made it impossible for her to straddle me as I wanted. 

"Kiss them. Nipples. Please!" Mom's voice quivered with desire. 

I complied, leaning forward and pulling a swollen nipple with my lips. I fixed my mouth over it and sucked her hard, my tongue swiping at it, sealed inside my lips. 

"Oh, oh, oh yes." Mom cooed. 

My hands had been on her hips. I dropped them to her bare knees and ran them rapidly up her legs under her skirt, searching for her panties. I found them, pedestrian cotton briefs. I pulled the waist band over the bulge of her hips, nipple still sucked hard in my mouth. 

My mother crooned and pressed her chest against my face. Her hands remained stuck to her shirt and bra tucked beneath her chin. Her head wagged back and forth as I sucked on her breast, easing her panties down her legs. She posed before me as a woman submitted to me, her hand holding her shirt and bra to her shoulders, exposing her breasts to my mouth, my hands shifting her panties down over her hips. She stood still, waiting for my pleasure and hers. Her eyes closed and opened very slowly; something to do while I teased her. 

Beyond my door, I heard someone moving down the hall. Mom paid no attention. She was sunken deep into our pool of passion. I resolved to not let her escape without penetration. Her panties rolled into a tight cord around her legs. I pulled them down to her knees. Mom pressed her legs together and they dropped the rest of the way. She lifted one foot and freed her ankle from the binding of her panties, leaving them looped around the other. 

With my hands on her hips, I moved her backwards towards my bed, with little shuffling steps. Her breast remained in my mouth and her hands kept the gray sweatshirt pulled up under her chin. When her legs met the bed, I released her nipple and my hands on her hips pushed at her slightly. Mom sat on my bed. She lay down immediately, her face a picture of pending, frustrated rapture but still holding shirt and bra above her breasts. Her legs opened and she lifted her hips to move further onto the bed for the main event but I gripped her knees and held her in place. I got to my knees on the floor. Her knees opened. 

"Oh Sonny. Oh, my beautiful son!" She whispered. "I love you so much. I am yours. Yes, I love that." 

The last was in response to my tongue searching through her bare furrow. Her hips lurched and my tongue penetrated her. I fit my mouth over her and searched for her clit with my tongue. She shrieked when I found it. Passion mingled with satisfaction and the twitching fear that my sisters would hear and come see what the sound meant. The vision of Tawny peering in on my mother posed on my bed with me sucking her cunt throbbed in me like a beacon from a distant lighthouse. The next sound Mom made was muffled but a scream none the less. I sucked on her clit and she pulsed, pressing against me, the muscles of her legs and abdomen were tense and quivering with excitement. I slashed my tongue deep into her and swirled through the folds of her pussy over and over again. Mom grunted and ground herself against my face. 

I sat back and stood in one motion. 

Mom whimpered, her eyes saucy and blurred. She tried to focus on me. I stood between her open legs. I bent over her, kissing the a nipple, sucking it hard for a moment. Then I lifted her to the middle of the bed. I stood up then, while she positioned herself. Her hands never left the sweatshirt which made her motions all seem odd and awkward but filled with sensual urgency. Her movements made her billowing tits sway and lurch, demanding my attention, my gaze, my lips. 

I dropped slacks and briefs, skimming them down my legs in one quick motion, dislodging shoes and socks all in one motion. I stripped off my tee and got to my knees between my mother's legs on the bed. She stared up at me, waiting. I spread my knees, pressing them against her soft thighs, lowering my cock towards the swollen lips of her pussy. Her thighs widened for me, her heels pulled at my back, urging me forward, urging me to enter her body with my cock. 

With one hand I pressed the end of my cock into the crease of her pussy. 

"Oh, yes. Please, son. Make me. Mount your mother." Her voice rasped about us. 

I bent over her, the head of my cock sank deeper into her. She bubbled with heat and desire. The pleasure shot through me. My mother was on her back on my bed and I was penetrating her with my cock. What was more, she wanted it. She was consumed by the moment, saucy with arousal and throbbing with need. 

Mom whimpered. 

I arched my back, pressing my cock down through her silken cunt into the furious pleasure deep inside of her. I felt her tense and my downward motion slowed. The pleasure was blinding. I wanted to hammer her, to fill her and pound into her with abandon but I disciplined that urge and pulled back. Her pussy clung to me, slurping loudly around the withdrawing cock. 

"No. In me." Mom pled. 

I reversed course and proceeded to intercourse, ramming my cock into my mother, penetrating her with a full stroke. At the bottom, fully seated in her pussy, I ground our bodies together, swishing my head around inside of her, stirring her as the wild delight stirred me. She shuddered with the pleasure of our conjoining. Her pussy pulsed around me and suddenly I erupted into orgasm. The climax crashed through me and I gasped with the luxury of it. I filled her. Mom groaned and lifted her hips to take me even deeper. I twitched into her body, jerking and groaning as I came, filling her body with my cum and moaning into her neck as I collapsed from the bone-melting pleasure of fucking her. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind me while I came, using the leverage to pulse her pussy up at me while I pulsed into her body. 

After a few minutes, attenuated by the sensations of her body responding to me, I recovered enough to lift off of her and back down the bed to stand, staring down at her nearly nude body. Her skirt was turned up over her belly and her legs splayed wide, framing her hairless pussy. 

Casually, I got dressed. While I buckled my belt, Mom sat up, rehooked her bra and found her panties. She unrolled them and pulled them up her legs, not swiping at the cum bubbling out of her. She found the slippers she had been wearing and put them on. She got unsteadily to her feet. We looked at each other. For a moment, I wanted to kiss her but before I could, she spoke. 

"I want to go to the store smelling like I just had a man in me. It is fun to watch people and see the moment they realize what they are smelling." Mom giggled. "It is hilarious. Particularly a woman, when the realize I am wearing eau d'cum. I love that moment of recognition." She sobered. "I am yours." She hugged herself then, closing her eyes. "I cannot believe I am saying that, particularly about my own son." Her eyes opened. "But I am. I want sex with you whenever you like." She touched my cheek with her fingers and smiled a wistful smile that invited me to take her again, right then, right there and I could have. She leaned in and kissed my lips gently. 

She left me like that. 

That night I went to sleep with the thought about my mother in her room and I almost went to her but I demurred. I thought about the sisters and despite my initial reservations and all that Mom had told me, it just did not seem right to be porking Mom with impunity while they were around. I was not sure I wanted them to know, did not know how that would work. I woke in the night at the sound of my door latch clicking open. I lay on my side but out of the corner of one eye I could see a shadow in the door way. I could not focus enough to make out who it was, Mom or Georgia or maybe even Dalia. For some reason I lay still, demanding she, whoever she was, come into the room without encouragement. It was a perverse thing to do but if it was anyone but Mom, I needed them to wait. I had a MILF list to complete. Airtight was reality but we had two more MILFs to fill up with cock. I had no will to distract myself from that endeavor with my sister's pussies. I knew if I started with them, I might never leave the house. 

If it was Mom, she changed her mind and strangely I liked the lingering need in me, unsatisfied but whetted as it was. I dreamed of my mother sitting stride me on my office chair. The next day, Saturday, I got a wrench and took the arms off my chair, the dreams thrumming in me as I imagined my mother's pussy enveloping my hard cock as she lowered herself down onto my pointed lap. 

I was still recovering from the last week and a half of pussy, behind on school work as it were. I spent most of the day working but around five Sammy called to see if I wanted to get pizza with him. I did and he came by and got me. He said Landon and Brent would meet us there and we were picking up Chris. At the pizza place, we reprised the previous weekend. I was watching Landon to see if he would own up to his new girlfriend or the dearth of mom pussy in his case. He said nothing. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 11



Brent, however, was in full voice, recounting his week with Mrs. Rossini. Sammy listened with tight eyes, finally making mention of the fact that his mother was having none of him for some reason. He glared at me. 

"I thought you were fucking kidding about no mommy for me! What the fuck, Sonny?" He almost sounded angry. 

"Yeah, Sonny, when are you going to initiate my Mom so I can start doing her?" Chris asked. 

I was a little surprised to hear he wasn't, or at least to hear him say it out loud. It gratified me a little, making me feel a control I guess I had possessed but never really felt to that point. The MILF list had been more like falling out a window than building a brick wall. Now, it was like the world had stopped and I was touching what we were doing, really focusing on it for the first time. 

MILFs! I shook my head, delighted by the thought of the delicious variety we all enjoyed. "You always have Annie." I said. "I am sure Mrs. Rossini would welcome you, too. Don't you think, Brent?"

"What about your mom?" Brent shot back. 

The response startled me. I shrugged. "She is an adult, she'll fuck who she wants." 

"It makes me nervous to be fucking Annie with her husband in the house. She seems to really love it though." Chris said. "She screams and makes a racket all the time. She'd fuck me right in front of him if I'd let her but I am . . . ." Chris looked around. 

We were all staring at him. 

"You are fucking Annie with her ol' man in town?" Sammy muttered, amazement in his voice. 

Chris nodded, then shrugged. "She called me Tuesday." He grinned. "I asked about her husband and she just said, 'He watch if he like', and that was that. I figured if she was willing I was. She was, I was, we did. He watched TV downstairs while Annie screamed. I took her ass and she screamed louder."

"Jesus." Landon muttered, real respect in his tone. 

Chris blushed. Landon was never impressed by anything. 

"Let's go fuck her now." Sammy said, eying me. 

"Can't." Landon said, but did not elaborate. 

I read his unease in his eyes. 

Brent looked away, "I, well, I was going to go home." He finally said. 

"To fuck your mom, I bet." Sammy said, a tease in his voice. "Want some help?" His voice cracked a little and he giggled.

"As a matter of fact, yes. She wants it every day." Brent said, "since . . . " He glanced at me. "Last weekend." Then he grinned, comprehending Sammy's added little question. "I don't mind if you all help."

I shook my head, suddenly feeling like doing the other MILFs was cheating on my own mother. I wanted her but truthfully I did not know what sort of situation I would find at home. I wanted to find out so I begged off. We scattered. Sammy drove me home then he and Chris headed for Annie's; Chris' really but their intention was to fuck Annie. They discussed it in detail in the front seat all the way to my house, finally agreeing that she deserved to be double-teamed. They were dickering over ass and pussy when I got out. I felt guilty at closing the Hotel Alissa. I thought about going to fuck her but decided to leave her alone. It dawned on me that the lack of attention might confuse her. But then I considered the amount of work she faced with the Kingston contract and figured I might be a distraction. At any rate, I talked myself out of even calling her, supposing that she would find the lack of attention erotic. Hoping. I found that I loved that warm feeling of control it suggested while I contemplated how to give her a new erotic experience that would make her wet to the knees. 

At my house, I found mom on the couch with Tawny watching HBO. She looked up at me with a mild smile and a little wave. Tawny ignored me. I took a chair and watched the chick flick, Bridget Jones Does Dallas or whatever, till Mom got up to get something from the kitchen. She asked if we needed anything.

"Yeah, but I'll get it. I am not sure what I want. What do we have?"

"You'll have to see for yourself." Mom said. Tawny waved us quiet. Mom walked towards the kitchen. 

I did not know if she was teasing me or not but when we got into the kitchen I put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She was in my arms in an instant, flowing together like smoke and fog. When I finally released her lips, she breathed, "Liar." She ran a hand over my very hard cock. 

"Lair? What?" 

"You said you didn't know what you wanted." Mom whispered, pressing her face into my chest to smother the giggle erupting from her. 

"I want you. Now." I said, placing my foot between hers and pressing my thigh between her legs, opening her. 

She shuddered, but shook her head. "I am yours but, Tawny . . . "

I released her. "Tell me you want to fuck me." I hissed, putting my lips close to her ear and breathing the words into it. 

"I want you." Mom said. 

"No. Say, I want to fuck you." I insisted. 

She shook her head and shook free of my arms. She looked at me, poured a glass of wine and returned to the living room. I went upstairs and showered and, at a loss, returned to studying. Something about the situation gave me laser focus and it was nearly one before I came up for air. I did my toilet duty. The house was dark. I padded down to Mom's room and silently opened the door. I slipped into her room, only to wonder if I had left my door open. I poked me head into the hall and saw that yes, I had. I went and closed it. I did not want one of the girls to see it and wonder what I was up to, since I certainly was up to something. 

I stepped into Mom's room again but her voice whispered to me.

"Is that you, Sonny?"

My cock shouted something she could not hear. I moved silently to the side of her bed. My hand found her hip and she scooted over. I bent over her and found her mouth. She kissed me and I began to rub her breast. 

"Oh Sonny!" She breathed. 

I wanted her to say something else. 

"Do you want me?" I asked. 

"I want you." She agreed. 

"Then say it." I said. 

"I want you." 

"I know you do. But say what you want." 

"I want your cock." 

"Better. You know what I want you to say."

"No, Sonny. I don't." She whispered, her voice puzzled. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." I said. The only time my mother said 'fuck' was when she was crazy with passion, usually, though the last few weeks had found it in her conversation way more than ever before. This was not yet such a time. That was what made it seem so sexy to insist she say it. I miscalculated.

"If the girls are here, I will wake them. God, Sonny, if you touch me like you did, I will scream my fool head off."

"I'll cover your face with a pillow." I said. 

"Please, do. Do me now." My mother whispered. 

"If you say it."

"No." She said. 

I got off the bed. "Ok." I went back to my room. I don't know what I was thinking. She would have fucked me and I left her alone just cause she would not say a few little words while she wasn't fuck drunk? I realized immediately I had screwed the pouch. But by that time, I felt beyond the point of recovery so I went to sleep, my hard cock remonstrating me for such stupid foolishness. But there lingered in me a luscious feeling of lust delayed, of control asserted, that left me panting in my dreams. 

The next morning I rose late as is my habit on Sunday, well, when I am not getting ready to fuck someone on a schedule. I went downstairs. Everyone was around the table. I staggered into the kitchen and Mom got up and poured some orange juice. She handed it to me and said in a quiet but very distinct voice, "I want you to fuck me, Sonny. Please." Her voice was ragged and she looked like she had had no sleep at all last night. 

I held very still, trying to see my sisters without looking. They all seemed to be paying attention to their toast and coffee. I was the only one who did not drink coffee. My cock usually woke me up. Here I was, hoisted upon my own petard and what a petard. I glanced furtively as my sisters who had to have heard my mother's comment, her plea as it were. They studiously avoided my eyes, finding all manner of things to stare at besides me with my mother's hand parting my robe, groping for my stiffening cock. "Fuck me, Sonny. Please. I need it right now or I won't be able to concentrate when I go to work tomorrow. I want it. I want you to fuck me!" This time her voice was higher, more urgent. 

My sisters might as well have been made of stone for all they reacted. Something was going on but I could not tell what it was. I shrugged, my favorite activity when decidedly confused and I was confused. I said "okay" and began to lift my mother's top, clearing one breast before she pulled away, took me by the hand and led me up to her bedroom. Inside, I spun her around, pressing the door closed with her back as I kissed her hard. I stripped off her tee shirt, the one she often slept in and knelt before her, stripping her pajama bottoms over her hips and down her legs. She lifted each leg and let me denude her. Before getting to my feet, I licked her pussy and tasting the cleanliness of a fresh pussy, I kissed it hard before sucking at Mom's clit. She grunted and her hips bucked at my face. 

I gripped her thighs, pulling them apart so I could fit my tongue into her, pressing the flat against her clit while she burbled above me. 

"Oh Christ, Sonny, fuck me! Please. Is that what you wanted? For your sisters to know for certain that you are fucking their mother? Please, now, I cannot stand it! Fuck me now!" Her voice was ragged with desire, growling out her need. 

I struggled to my feet, passing my mouth close to her breasts. Her face was clenched, her eyes were wild. I looped an arm around her waist and carried her to her bed. I dropped her onto her back and she grunted. Her legs opened. I stripped out of my clothes and crawled over her, her legs parted around me. 

"She is mine." I said aloud. "I can do anything to her. She wants me to fuck her." 

My mother trembled, her eyes turned glassy. When she nodded, I thought I would come just from the joy of the moment. 

I bent to kiss her. Her lips were soft, inviting. In a moment her mouth opened and her tongue greeted me. Our breath mingled. For a few minutes we kissed, till she wrapped a hand around my cock and gently tugged. When I entered her, I saw stars. The pleasure was so intense I thought I would die. She groaned and as I bottomed out in her, she gasped and muttered " fuck me, son! Fuck your mother. You own me now, so use me! Use me! Use me! Use, aghhhh me!" Her voice collapsed into grunting syllables of passion. 

I used her. I pounded her, crashing our pubic bones together. I ground down into the welcome of her cunt, feeling her slick invitation clear to the bottom of her uptilted pussy. I pumped my cock into her over and over again while she hunched her ass up at me till the orgasm I wanted last night roared through me and I filled my mother with cum. She moaned as I filled her, humming as her hips met each of my hunching deposits of cum into her. When I was done, I flopped onto my back beside her. She immediately rose and cleaned herself. She brought a wash cloth, cleaned off my cock and then sucked me hard again. Once I was hard, she took my length deep into her mouth, fitting it down her throat while she swallowed around me, massaging me with her throat muscles in that luscious, unique sensation of a woman with her mouth completely filled with cock. She blew through her nose repeatedly till I thought I was going to come. Her warm breath rustled through my pubic hair, firing the passion anew in me. She squeezed my balls, held a moment then gently, carefully removed my cock from her mouth. She crawled up my body and without further ado, mounted me. My cock snuggled into her enveloping pussy. She ground down onto me while I gripped her hips and pulled her hard down onto me. My mother gritted her teeth and came with a sharp, violent jerk, her huge breasts roiling over me as she encountered her orgasm. She calmed immediately, her eyes opened. She stared down like she was rousing out of a coma. "I have thought of nothing but this since last night. My god, Sonny, I am addicted to cock. I have been without for so long." She ground herself down onto my cock. She groaned and began to roll her hips, surging onto my cock over and over again. She rode me till she screamed and her scream was loud and unrestrained. 

The vision of my sisters hearing their mother coming and knowing their brother was making her scream with that unique passion had an unbelievable effect on me. I began to hunch up at Mom, holding her by her broad, full hips crushing her down onto me while I pierced up into her from below. She ground herself onto me and came over and over again, five or six times before finally falling off of me as though she were shot through the heart. I lay on my back for a minute. Mom recovered nearly immediately and got to her knees beside me. I took the hint, got behind her and rammed my cock into her pussy from behind. I rode her hard, she grunted with exertion as I fucked her. She bent her supple back, pressing her breasts to the bed and opening herself up to me. I hammered into her, jamming my cock into her with long, violent strokes. She mewled and keened. 

Finally, I pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back and entered her again. I put her legs over my shoulders and bent her, ramming my cock into her pinning her to the bed. She groaned and shuddered and then screamed my name as loud as she could. If there was any doubt about what was happening in her bedroom with her son, my sisters would have had to have been daft to not understand now. They were not daft. 

I did not really understand what was happening but simply figured that since she had fucked them all, they would understand what was happening and leave well enough alone. I held Mom's legs over my shoulders for a few dozen strokes then let her stretch out beneath me while I grabbed firm hold of her ass, gripping her spongy ass cheeks in my hands. I pulled her into my down stroke and she groaned with pleasure. Her lips found mine and the kiss zinged through me, her desire and her lust filled it. I ground my cock into her and then proceeded to hammer her hard into the bed. Just as my climax gushed out of me, she came again, squeaking like a door in need of lubricant. She squealed and bucked under me as I poured myself into her. 

We slept most of the day away. I woke up around three. My thoughts were jumbled. My mother had announced to my sisters that she wanted me to fuck her. I lay staring at the ceiling for a while, thinking about my sisters and what they must be thinking about now, knowing their brother was reaming their mother while they listened and we did not seem too concerned they knew about us. I guessed I knew what Georgia thought and was vaguely surprised that she was not horning in on us. 

When mom woke up, I asked her about it. 

She sighed. "I told your sisters this morning that I was having sex with you and that it was none of their business. Not their fucking business, I think I said." She smiled wanly. "I told them we were adults and we could do what we wanted. I told them I wanted you and you wanted me. That's all there is to it." She kissed me and got out of bed. She went to shower, leaving me musing in her bed. 

Finally, I got up showered and went back to studying. The house was silent. Mom went out and I was alone for the rest of Sunday. Strangely, fucking my mother in the face of my sisters only served to make me want her more. The certainty that this was prelude to fucking them aroused me and whenever I thought about it, I got hard. But I tried out the resolution that I was going to fuck mom as often as I could till I gave her over to Sid Kingston and his monster cock and found it felt good. I sort of liked the idea of teasing my sisters, fucking Mom at home with the sure knowledge they knew and would be soon to gain my sexual attention. I liked the idea of keeping them waiting, but too, I had two MILFs to make airtight before I was ready to turn my attention and my cock to my sisters. It was some time during that day right there, in the midst of that extended study session that I put two and two together and got the idea to give my sisters to my friends. Airtight sisters! Then I thought about fucking my sisters with my mother and the whole venue blew up. It was too much to think about how buzzed poor Chris would be at the prospect of pounding Mom and Tawny at the same time, well, you know what I mean. I felt so stupid for not thinking about it before then. The prospect buzzed me. It was too much to contemplate so I put it away with the visions of fucking Clara Swearington and the rest of the law firm harem, mostly Clara since she was the only one I had yet met. Then I thought of Alissa and oddly, felt a little guilty for neglecting her but the realized that ownership meant I could. She was mine whenever I wanted her and so if she had to wait, well and good! I went back to studying. That was all for later. I was trying to get an education! 

Monday, I went down for breakfast and my sisters all looked at me with a mixture of emotions on their faces. Georgia looked primarily angry, like a woman scorned. Dalia looked amused. Tawny looked intense which for her was unusual and noteworthy in itself. I went over to Mom and kissed her on the mouth. She returned it with passion and soon we were grinding against each other. Finally, flustered, she shook herself free. I confess I had a fantasy about fucking her in the kitchen while my sisters looked on but Mom had to go to work and I had class. Rather than riding with Georgia, I left early and Mom dropped me. We did not talk, riding in silence all the way to school. It was an easy silence and I thought it was sexy. It felt weird to know I could touch her any way I wanted and all she would do is coo. I funneled the desire to do so into the future and let it sit there and draw interest. 

That night I went to her room. She did not object. She moved over and I lay down. She turned to me and soon we were tightly clinched, kissing, my hard cock pressed between us. I turned her onto her back and pulled up her tee shirt, a dark blue shirt that made her black hair seem ink black. I sucked her breasts, kissing and licking them while Mom cooed and stroked my hair and back with her hands. After a time spent kissing her breasts, she moved me between her legs and I entered her. She was smooth, hot and soft, taking me deep immediately. 

"I have thought about this all day, son." My mother whispered to me as her body accepted me. I ground against her and she lifted her legs, then with her feet planted on the bed, hitched her hips up, sliding me an inch deeper into her roiling flesh. "Oh yes, I do love your cock, honey!" My mother began to hunch her hips at me, fucking up at me with staccato jerks that set me to shaking with the pleasure of it and the sensation of being desired as she surely desire to have me inside of her. She was much too fast to match her motion for motion so I found a slower stroke that slide into her as she shimmied beneath me. My orgasm appeared in the distance. I kissed my mother and she felt the urgency in me. Her hands lay on my waist and rode my throbbing motion as I fucked her. She stretched beneath me, allow me to penetrate her deeply. When she stretched her hands over her head, I grabbed them and pulled them tight, hammering my erupting cock deep into her. 

"Oh yes, Sonny. Oh, yes, I love, love, love that feeling when you come in me. Oh, yes, Sonny!" My mother babbled into my ear as my orgasm wracked me, weakening as the pleasure convulsed me. Her body tensed beneath me as I filled her. When I relaxed, her hands smoothed up and down my back, caressing me while she talked meaningless syllables into my ear. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 11



In that moment, I realized we were lovers. I raised up and kissed her. Mom returned the kiss with a guileless eagerness that aroused me again. This time I fucked her till she came. I got onto my back and she mounted me, bending down to feed me a breast before beginning the short ride to ecstasy. She came with a shriek and pled for me to finish her on her back. I rolled her to her back and pounded her for a few minutes, finding a steady rhythm that allowed her to come over and over till she spasmed, clinching and bucking under me while she cried out her pleasure, gasping with passion will the climax rampaged. We lay together for a while. When I made to get out of bed, my mother clung to me. 

"Don't go, Sonny. It has been so long that I woke with a man in my bed, I just want to wake up with you." 

So I spent the night in my mother's bed. Waking up with her, I lay staring at her in the dull morning light. My cock got hard. When her eyes opened, her hand snaked out and found my cock. She lay on her back and I was on my side, my hand under my head looking down on her. When her hand found my hard cock, she smiled and she scooted closer to me, opening her legs. She guided me between her legs and I entered her. She groaned as I fucked into her. I needed to piss and that distracted me but she came almost immediately and the shaking pleasure she communicated to me summoned my orgasm and we both started the day well satisfied. 

"I dreamed you were here." She whispered as I came into her. "I dreamed of this. This is better than the dream!" 

Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday were much the same. My sisters did not speak to me. They barely acknowledged I was present. Dalia would catch my eye and half smile but then, particularly if Georgia was present, the look would change to stolid, impassive indifference. Tawny treated me just as she always had, with a sort of perky indifference. But she did not speak to me unless she had to. I decided Georgia was the instigator. 

Friday afternoon, when I got home I saw Brent's car parked close to the house. Sure enough, when I got into the house, he was balls deep in my mother. I left the house and went back to school. Emotions roared through me. I almost stayed to join them but decided that I needed an invitation. Mom likely would not have cared but if I had been Brent, venturing into his mother's bed the first time, it would have been awkward, at best. At worst it would have scared the starch of me. Rather than risk that I walked out to a bar nearby and ate supper and studied. But when I got home that night, the girls were home, Brent's car was still on the street and when I opened the door to the house, I could hear my mother screaming. I walked into the house and you should have seen my sisters. They looked at me like I had horns, which, I guess in a classic sort of way, I rather did. 

Georgia's face got really red and she stalked off. 

"What's wrong with her." 

Dalia looked me with her cool gray eyes and said, "We thought it was you in there with Mom. What the heck is going on?" 

I wondered if they knew that was Brent's car out front. I smirked but had no works. 

Dalia smiled back, licking her lips. She did not seem nearly as bothered as Georgia but her casual curiosity had an hard edge to it. I had no explanation in terms they could understand. Brent fucking Mom made sense, in a MILF sort of fashion but in the context of the rest of the week between Mom and I, that all left me confused. Tawny just left the room, going down in the basement. 

The house got quiet and a moment later, Brent sauntered down the stairs. Our eyes met but with my sister sitting there, we did not speak. He just nodded, trying to keep a straight face and ambled out the door and drove away. We did not see Mom till the next morning. We were all in the kitchen just hanging out, though I confess I did not talk much. I was terrified someone would ask what I had been up to the last few months and I would tell them. I am bad about that. Under pressure, I break immediately. Mom came down and asked if I could come with her, she wanted to discuss something with me. Dalia rolled her eyes. 

I walked behind my mother's rolling ass to her bedroom expecting her to get to her knees and start sucking but she just sat on the bed and patted the space beside her for me to sit down. I did. I figured we would be discussing her tryst with Brent. I was wrong. Again. Still.

"Honey, I need to ask you something. I know you said I was on the MILF list till next year but I was wondering, Annie called and said that Sid has been delayed returning to China. He will be here through Tuesday next, another ten days it turns out and I wondered," she hesitated and the blush flushed her face and the rest of the skin I could see. I was curious to know if her tits blushed to the nipples or not but thought it would be rude to peek down her top to see. The thought was distracting me from the nervous knot in my stomach and the sure knowledge of what caused it. I knew what Mom wanted. 

She looked up at me, chewing her bottom lip like a shy school girl. "I was wondering if I might have the next weekend with Sid. Annie asked Sid for me. She said Sid insisted he made a deal and made it clear he would not ask and unless you call and give me to him for the next weekend, he won't touch me." Her eyes turned to me like huge spotlights and for a moment I was blinded. She wanted to go be a condom for the weekend. The desire blazed in her eyes. 

"What's Annie going to do? Take pictures?" I asked, saying the first thing that came into my head. 

Mom smirked. "I didn't ask about Annie. Should I?"

I thought about pursuing that, it needed pursuing. I thought I should pursue the subject on my mind instead, so I changed the subject. "We are fucking. You don't make any effort to hide it from the girls. Why not?" Well, that was one of the subjects banging around between my ears making my head throb, the big head. 

My mother sighed but looked away from me, staring straight ahead. "I told them." She stopped. 

"You told them what?" I pressed. 

"I told them I had been doing stuff with them for long enough. Now it was your turn till the end of the year or shortly thereafter. I told them after I was done with you, I would expect you would be trying to get into their pants but until then, they should butt out." Mom looked at me. 

That surprised me. "Any? I mean, how did they take it?" I felt the pressure behind my chest. I knew I was not making a lot of sense but what choice did I have. "Any?" I said again, no idea what I meant. What was I really asking? Mom advised my sisters that I was going to fuck them? I felt lightheaded, dizzy, intimidated like I just found out I had a project due tomorrow I had completely forgotten! 

"Georgia is still upset. I do not think you realize how much she loved being a, yours. She reacts to anything like this with anger when she does not get her way. I don't care. For now, you and I are the only one's doing it in this house. Tawny is fine with it and Dalia," her Mom smiled a private little smile. "Dalia, I think Dalia wants to watch but cannot get up the nerve to ask." Mom looked over at me. "I would let her but if you objected . . . ." 

I shrugged. The idea that my sisters knew, I mean KNEW I was having sex with our mother and she was expecting me to fuck them soon or later sort of rattled me now that we were talking about it. I knew it was obvious before then but this, this was different. I finally realized it was Brent pounding her fucked up the neat little picture. I imagined my sisters discovering my MILF list fantasy and that it was not really a fantasy in the too fantastic to imagine, sense. It was real. What would they do if the guys started dropping by to fuck Mom and she welcomed them with open legs? This week the fact that I was sleeping with her and waking up with her was clear. For the first time I considered an ugly possibility. "Ah, will they tell?" 

Mom looked at me. "Sonny Duncan! You shit. How dare you suggest that! They are your sisters! Really. Do you think they would make private family business public?"

I shrugged. "They might." But then I shook my head, this was my sisters I was talking about. "No. No, that is ridiculous. They would never, never do that." Then it occurred to me that I was actually late to the party, that is, to the orgy. Who were they to bitch if mommy dearest was fucking the lone cock in the house when they had been spreading their legs for her tongue and fingers since they were eighteen? The thought made me grunt which did nothing to make me feel any better. 

Mom nodded. "So long as you fuck them all, I doubt they will ever give us up. But Sonny, you have to fuck them all, now."

He held up my hands like I surrendered. "If the subject comes up . . ."

My mother nodded. "I don't mean, now, now. I mean, well, I told them. January. Two months and change. Georgia may not make it. You may have to do something to cool that woman down." Mom put a hand on my leg and moved it right up my thigh to my lounging cock. "Where were we?"

I still had not asked about the subject, the other subject on my mind. Now I did. "What about Brent?" I asked. 

"I don't ask who they are fucking, ugh, such a nasty word. I am saying it all the time now. That is all your doing!" She glanced at me. She smiled. "Well?"

"Well, what, Mom?" She had avoided my question.

"Will you give me to Sid for a weekend?"

"You are an adult, Mom. You fuck whoever you like."

"Is that why you are asking about Brent?"

"No, Mom." I was exasperated. "I am wondering what has happened to my relationship to my sisters. I am fucking our mother . . . "

"Now you are just like the girls, Sonny." She panted my knee. "So? Will you fuck me? And that is the last time I am using that word for you." 

I wanted to resist but I didn't. She had been entirely compliant about saying "fuck" for me. Now I supposed it was my turn to give in to her. I spent the morning between my mother's plush legs. First, eating her till she begged for cock. Then I took her on her back, on her side, on her knees, standing in the shower and bent over the sink. We fucked till two in the afternoon, Mom screaming her pleasure. When finally my cock quit responding to her fingers or lips or tits, she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. 

"Mom, about Brent. I don't care if you fuck him till you wobble when you walk but if you do it here, and the girls know, doesn't it screw up our thing a little bit?"

Mom lifted her head, glanced at me like I just told her I was pregnant and then nodded once. "You are right, son. I'll take care of it." She said and went to sleep. I stared down at the top of her head, her black hair spread over my chest. I was nonplussed. I was sure I should have pressed the issue but could not find any nice firm surface to press that would not slip under my hands. I sighed. Suddenly, my mother seemed much more conversant with this life than I was. Somehow, with her forthright attitude about fucking me and my friends, she made me feel inferior, once more her son and despite the fact she got hot when I gave her away to a huge, condom making cock, she seemed to be in control of herself. I never imagined it could be this way. I had always imagined her as a demure woman who not only never said "fuck" but never even thought about it. To find out how utterly wrong that was throbbed in me, daunting me and telling me what a mental klutz I was. I never imagined my mother nude, fucked and asleep on my shoulder. But as I have said often, my imagination is less than one would think. 

After a few minutes, I slipped out and started studying again. I was still so far behind I could not do any more pussy diving or I'd end up driving a taxi and my sense of direction is not that good. Nothing wrong with driving a taxi but I'd suck at it. That night I slept in Mom's room and late in the night, she blew me and mounted me but quietly, moaning deep in her heaving chest as she rode me to a violent orgasm. In the morning, I fucked her while she was still asleep, filling her in a few minutes of fervid pumping into her still well-irrigated cunt. Tuesday afternoon, after school, Sammy dropped me off and headed off to see if Annie would fuck him. I think he and Chris both got as much of charge out of fucking Annie with Sid in the house as she did. I walked towards my door when Landon roared up in his car. 

I stood and watched him approach. He gestured for me to come over to the curb. "Get in." He said. "We need to talk." 

My heart sunk. Even with my active imagination, I could not fathom what was on his mind for sure but 'we need to talk' is almost never good news. Good news needs no preface. When he told me, though, it was so obvious I felt really, really stupid. 

We sat in a booth at Score Card, a sports bar we like. "So? What's up?" He had put this off on the phone that Monday I watched him undress Darlene Emerson by the elevator. He had called me while I watched him wait for her and hung up when she arrived. 

The waitress, a buxom blond with the self-conscious awareness of her own breasts, which were impressive took our order. I hated going out; not being twenty-one sucked. I ordered a root beer just to be perverse. Staying in was so much better, I could have a beer and no one bitched. 

I sat and waited, Landon seemed oblivious to my presence till his malt came. I thought if he had difficulty speaking a malt was a bad choice but that is just me. Finally, after taking a long drag on it, he met my eyes. 

"Sonny, I told you I have a problem, right?"

I nodded. "Something about Kyla." 

He bowed his head and looked away again. "Christ this is difficult." He said. 

I felt my stomach tighten. Too much pussy is an oxymoron and complaining about it, turning any woman away tended to be bad luck; it dried up the supply entirely. Feast or famine. That seemed to be a cosmic law of the universe, never turn down pussy till you are ready to swear off of it forever. "Spit it out, Landon."

"I need out of the MILF list." He said. "I am sorry, I can't do it anymore." 

I nodded. I felt the kick in my gut I thought was coming. But strangely, I was calm and despite it all, I was looking for a way to make it right or to make it work. Either one. "I only have to get Laura and Chris ready to go, buddy. That should be easy, easier than the rest of you fucks. Then Kyla and Laura can be airtight. Then we are done. Can't you hang tough till then. I think by the end of the year we should be able to wrap this covey of MILFs up and go back to our boring lives." What a stupid thing to say, but fuck, he started it. I can be as stupid as he can!

Landon smiled but it was sickly smile. "Do you think we can ever go back to the way it was?" He asked. 

"Do you want to?" I asked, actually wanting to know. 

Landon cocked his head and then shook it. "No. Of course not. I mean fucking the MILFs, what a thing to experience, I mean really!" 

Yeah, really, I thought. So what is the deal? I shrugged. "So? What is the fucking problem?"

Landon hunched his shoulders but did not speak. 

"Christ, Landon what is the fucking problem? Can't you figure this out? Let me help. Fuck them all. Bad luck to turn a woman down." I felt a little bad about being so coy but only a little. I knew the problem but he had to say it. Landon had to tell me or I would be shadow boxing.

"Okay. Okay." He took a deep breath. "You remember that night at the opera?"

I smirked. "Duh. I'll never forget the night at the opera and I don't mean the Marx brothers movie or the Queen album."

"No. I mean yes, that but I mean do you remember the girl we saw there, the one . . . "

"Darlene Emerson." I nodded. I did not want to make this all difficult for him. I was not sure the other guys would want to go on with the MILF list if Landon quit. But then I had an entirely different thought. Was I really sure they would care? So long as Kyla fucked us and she would, I felt sure of that so long as Landon did not object. But what would happen then? Why was it such a big deal if he quit? Maybe it would just be more pussy for me, well, for the rest of us? I could imagine letting him off. I can be so stupid sometimes. I just did not want to. It was us five and our five mothers, plus a couple extra females just to be generous but still, we all fucked them. I wanted it for aesthetic reasons. Maybe I am stupid. Or maybe I am a twisted sort of romantic. 

"I am in love." Landon said, looking like he had just poured pickle juice in his malt and taken a huge swig. 

"Hey, that's great!" I responded, shaking off the shock of seeing him so uncomfortable. Oddly, I felt elated. Being in love was a great thing and for Landon Clark to think he was in love, man the world really had shifted. It was funny because this was hardly what I expected. I seemed to have the perfect response close to hand in spite of myself, though. I was properly surprised and enthusiastic about it. "About time you fall in love. I never seen you get your heart busted; it was always the other way around."

"Fuck you, Sonny." Landon said but then smiled a funny, embarrassed smile. 

"Thanks but no thanks." Only later would he notice I did not bother to ask who he loved. 

"What? I'm suddenly not good enough for you? Fuck you all over again." Landon held up his hands. "Listen, Sonny, I am serious. Darlene, I am so in love with her, I cannot stand it." 

"The hooker? That Darlene?" I said, still being coy. 

Landon nodded. "Right, from the opera. The one I fucked that night on the promise that we keep quiet and thanks for not saying anything to anyone." 

I nodded and waved dismissively. "I fucked your mother. I figure we are about even." 

"I fucked your mother and we are absolutely fucking even. The whole MILF list was sort of my idea and here I am about to pull out on you before we complete it. But Sonny, I cannot fuck my Mom and then go out with Darlene." 

"She's a hooker, buddy. Wouldn't that sort of balance the scale?" I was being a smart ass but Landon looked at me like I had just pissed in his Cheerios. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, I never thought of that!" He said, with a grimace. "I never fucking thought of that!"

I had a feeling this was entirely too easy. But hey, I liked easy, right. "So? What is the big deal? She was fucking some German guy who did not even know English and . . . shit, I wish Brent had been with us. He could have tried out his German on ol' Otto Von whoever."

"Brent's German is fine, Sonny. Focus."

I was, furiously. I was trying to figure out how to get Kyla into the picture. I envisioned her shapely ass and suddenly my cock was hard. Just the thought of ramming her in the ass lit me up! "Okay, focusing." I really shouldn't have. I thought of Darlene in her 'fuck me' get up and that didn't help either, particularly since I was already Kyla-hard. Now I wondered if I was Darlene-hard and I felt guilty; she was my buddy's girl! My cock wilted with guilt. Who should I focus on in this situation? I thought of my own mother and what we did to greet the day and got hard. I was a mess. It was like I was breathing through my cock. 

"If I am really serious about this girl, if I am really in love, I can't continue fucking our MILFs can I?" Landon spoke, much more earnest than usual. His casual, princely approach to life was missing. 

I squinted at Landon but he did not seem to be paying me any mind. He was serious. It was a real question for him. I could not share its seriousness but then I wasn't the one in love. For all the horizontal bump he had done, it seemed weird for him to suddenly have qualms about taking what was being offered. People are fucking surprising. 

"Does she know you are in love with her?" 

Landon blushed. Landon fucking Clark blushed red as a beet. "The night we went out, I could not get her out of my mind. She gave me a business card with a special cell number on it. It was supposed to be an answering service. I called it that night, while we were in the hotel and it rang her phone. Or at least she answered. I asked her out and she asked if this was a professional call or a personal one. I said 'Personal' and she said 'good, I am glad'. We went out. It was the Saturday after the Opera, the day after that Friday night. That was why I did not want to stay the extra day. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 12



Chapter 12

Two MILFs in a Theater, Two Shopping and Something Weird

Friday arrived, again. My pseudo confusion served its purpose. I had no indication that my sister's thought catching me with Mrs. Rossini bound in our living room was a setup. Being the youngest and male served me for once. My sisters tended to think of me as a happy bumbler and that view colored their opinion of me. The idea that little brother could out smart them never occurred to them. I got up Friday and drifted through breakfast without bothering to attend to their various reactions to me or to having watched me fuck Mrs. Rossini, the MILF of the moment. Mom was calm and everything seemed unnaturally normal. If I had been awake, I would have been nervous I think. I got nervous about ten o'clock, daydreaming in ECON and realized that my family had attended a fucking and participated in some limited way and seemed unfazed by the event. But that made me realize I may not have been paying attention. How could they catch me with a MILF tied up in my living room and not freak out? That question bothered me. By noon, I had successfully talked myself out of being paranoid or even a little neurotic. When things are calm, enjoy it, I say. I had a movie date planned and the prospect of this new lizard-brain invention stifled the other commentary. I was looking forward and the near future held great promise. 

After the three o'clock class was over, I was waiting where I agreed to meet Sammy. The fucker was late, I hoped he remembered. I was getting antsy when something struck me, something I hoped was an ingenious idea. The impulse overcame my other judgments (not better, you understand, cuz this was a pretty good idea, I thought). I called Alissa. "Mrs. Honeywell, what are you doing." I said as soon as she answered the phone. 

"Oh Sonny. I was never so excited as I was last night, sneaking into my son's room. I sucked his cock till he woke up and then I mounted him." Her voice rasped like she was about to choke. 

I cleared my throat. Much as I liked her voice—I grew hard while she spoke—I did not want to be having this conversation in Sammy's car. Then I shrugged, what the fuck, did it really matter? "Mrs. Honeywell, I asked you a question." 

"Oh, yes. I was getting ready to go home."

"Done with work?" 

"Yes."

I sighed. "I need your, ah, I need you go to go to the Kingdom Community Mall. Go to the Kingdom Cinema and wait for me. What dress do you have on?"

"Are we going to the movies?" 

"What are you wearing? Straight skirt or something looser?"

Alissa hissed into the phone. "A straight skirt but I have something looser to change into."

"Good. Change." I spied Sammy's car. "And Alissa, no panties in case I want to fuck you in the theater. Understood?" My voice came out harsh, commanding. I was just rushed but her response did not acknowledge that; she responded to my tone of voice. "Meet me at the entrance."

"Yes, sir. I will be there." 

I looked at the time on my phone. "By five o'clock. Can you make it?" 

"Depends on traffic." She said. 

"Try. See you there. Oh, Alissa, it wasn't last night, that was Wednesday." I hung up. 

Sammy arrived and the Camaro purred like a contented panther. I jumped in and he looked at me. "Fuck me, Sonny, what are you up to? You have the look."

"Just drive." I said. "I'm in a hurry." 

He pulled into traffic. "Where to?" He said, his voice sober. 

"Kingdom Community Mall." I said. "Step on it. You're late."

Sammy grinned. He put the beast in gear and got us onto the freeway with a lurch and a roar. 

When we were cruising, tightly nestled into rush hour Friday traffic, I said, "What look?"

Sammy glanced at me. "That look you get when you are about to rattle someone with something radical. Like when Landon told you, you had thirty days to do your mom before we all moved on. I think back to that moment and the look on your face and I just laugh. If we had only known what was coming at us then or what you had been doing. Fuck me! We had no idea. By then you had fucked some of our moms, even mine I bet and you just agree to hurry. " 

We drove in silence for a while, which for Sammy was unusual. He nearly always had something to say, regardless of what else was going on. That's how we knew he was awake. After a while he did speak up. 

"Sonny, dude, uh my mom, was she really supposed to fuck me the other night or did I get her in trouble?"

I looked over at the guy and chuckled. "Why? Not like you can undo it, is it?"

He grunted. "Sonny, I know I speak for all the guys but we are all amazed at what has happened. Except for me and Chris, I guess, Brent and Landon can be fucking their mother's all the time. You too. We, Chris and I, we have Annie, which, by the way was a nice touch. I don't think Brent or Landon have done her like Chris and I have. Jeezus but she likes being rounded up and done. She screams into an orgasm as soon as I get her panties off and shove cock into her. It is like the whole thing is new and surprising every fucking time! She fights like a hellcat and comes like a demon. She fucking loves being buttfucked after a strong climax." He looked over at me. "And it is all your doing. I mean, I just wanted to say 'thanks', in case no one else told you. We all really appreciate what you have done."

"Even taking your mom away from you?" I asked, surprised and not a little touched by his words. Then the reality of it gobsmacked me and I felt the elation of being a motherfucker, one of five. When you run off a cliff over deep water, it is kind of nice to know you have four other guys in over their head's too. So far no one had hit a rock. So far so good, said the guy falling off a 100 floor building at the 50th floor. So far so good!

Sammy swung the car into the Mall entrance and pulled into a parking space. "You don't get it, do you? If I never fucked her again. If Aunt Melissa and Mom both closed up shop and gave me the big heave ho! and I never sniffed a whiff of them high with sex again, if I never tasted the salt of excitement on their necks again, if we went back to the way things were and I looked at them like, well, like Aunt and Mother, again . . . if that happened I still wouldn't care. I would have what we have done. I'll never again be awkward around a woman. I'll be imagining my aunt stripped and screaming with orgasm when I meet a woman I like. Now, I'll figure I can get that for us both. You did that for me at least and I know Chris feels the same way. He told me about getting caught by Annie's old man and scampering out of her house starkers. He said it was terrifying but he was never so excited as nearly getting caught. He went up and had my Mom suck him off, covered with eau d'Annie. My Mom did and thanked him and then begged him to fuck her. He refused. Can you imagine! He refused to fuck that woman, tied to the bed like that! My own mother wanted it from him, he tells me and we compare notes. And I believe that when it comes time for Mrs. Wills to get into the mix, she will fuck me just as well as my mom fucks Chris. That is a fucking work of art. I don't know if anyone else noticed but I have. Anyway, thanks!" 

I nodded and shook his offered hand. I tried to think of something profound to say but all I could think about what Kyla Clark's ass and Sammy's mom waiting with a loose skirt hugging her hips. I nodded and got out and sauntered towards the entrance of the mall, ebullient at the expression of gratitude. It made the madness of my latest plot seem almost sane. Sammy roared off and I turned my mind to the task before me. For a moment, though, I was struck by Sammy's lack of curiosity. It felt like he had faith in me and had no need to horn in on whatever I was doing. I checked the time and saw I had a few minutes and so did not need to hurry. I arrived at the entrance of the theater about ten till five. I was late. I texted Kyla and looked around. I told her I was getting a ticket and suggested she should take her panties off. She sent back a little smiley face. 

When I saw Alissa I nearly came. She wore a sheer black top that showed her great breasts held in thrall by a brilliant white bra, shimmering under the blouse against her dark skin. The skirt was a frothy maxi that tickled her calves but jumped with each step she took, twitching as she moved, as her hips swished back and forth, really. She cocked her hips to and fro with each step like she was on a catwalk, overstepping, placing each foot across the other to maximize the bump of her bum. Her walk made the skirt jump with each shift of her ass. God but she was sexy! I was not the only one who stared. She stopped, standing before me like she was waiting for inspection. I groaned audibly and a smile ghosted her rich lips. 

"I am going to use you, now." I said softly. 

She nodded. "Took you long enough. If you had not called the other night . . . I know, it was Wednesday. If you had not called, I was about ready to come find you." 

I repeated myself, just to be sure she heard me, that she consciously agreed. "I am going to use you." 

She nodded, slowly, her eyes smoldering. 

I took it to be agreement. But then I thought better of it. "Say it."

"Please, Sonny, use me." She breathed, her voice rattling with nervous excitement. I took her hand and led her to the ticket window. The little guy there could barely make English work his mouth was so dry. He never once looked at me and I don't think he ever looked Alissa in the eye. She fairly glowed, floating beside me as we left the window while the little man looked her right in the tits. Her strut said "take me, now" and every guy that glanced our way, did the classic double-take except the two gay guys who saw us and pointed and I assumed began talking about her fashion statement, the one that said "take me now." Even they seemed to appreciate her signage. 

We found the theater and I hesitated at the door. I pondered telling her about what was going to happen but then opened the door. Part of the thrill was giving her that feeling of confused anticipation, of being out of control, feeling utterly in my care. Suspense is a commodity, precious and tricky. 

The theater was dark for a moment but then the opening scene of the movie started. I let my eyes adjust and then moved to the end of the entrance divider and looked up at the sparse crowd. I realized I had not asked Kyla where she was sitting. But then I studied the layout and found the darkest, most remote corner and pulled Alissa up the stairs towards it, keeping firm hold of her hand, pulling her along. When we arrived before the row Kyla had claimed, six seats with her siting two in, I moved past her, presenting her with my crotch, pulling Alissa past me. I sat the black woman against the wall. She nearly disappeared in the gloom. I sat down, leaving a seat between Kyla and us. I flipped up the divider between Alissa and I. 

Alissa sat tensely beside me. I pushed my arm around her waist and she sagged against me. A hand tentatively descended to my knee and then trickled up my leg till she pressed it against my hard cock. I groaned, loud enough for Kyla to hear. Alissa lifted her hand but with my other hand I pressed it back into place. I leaned into her and whispered into her ear. 

"Do you have panties on?" 

She shook her head. 

"I did not hear you."

"No sir, I do not have panties on."

"Pardon me? I still did not hear you?"

She shivered in my clutches. "I am sorry, sir," she whispered. In a normal voice she spoke, "No, I do not have panties on." 

I so wanted to glance at Kyla and see if she knew who I had next to me but I did not dare. I did not want to confuse the issue. With the hand around Alissa, I gripped her side, feeling that sharp muscle that blended into the swell of her hips. I moved a hand up to grasp her breast, shifting to cup it fully with my lucky hand. I leaned around her. Her head turned and my lips found hers. She kissed me hard. I pulled her hard against me, twisting to make the kiss jangle her. 

Her hands seemed to appear from nowhere. One arm looped around my neck and the other found my cock and rubbed me through the slacks. I leaned more fully against her, pressing her back into the seat, almost standing. My arm moved up her back to lay around her shoulders. I broke the kiss. "You know what I want." I said softly. 

"Yesssss." Alissa hissed at me. "But, Sonny, she is watching." 

"Maybe she will join us." I breathed, trying to make the words without speaking them. I succeeded in getting the thought to Alissa. She shuddered. 

"What if . . . " She began.

"She won't." I said. "She wants to see it. She wants it." 

For a moment, Alissa was still, utterly without motion. Then she grunted. A soft moment in the movie left her sound bare around us. Alissa shuddered again, hearing her own voice and the assent in it accentuated her arousal. 

I sat back and pulled both hands away from her. For a moment only our thighs touched then she bent forward and lifted her ass, holding tight to the seat back in front of us. We sat right over the entrance way into the theater. I wanted to look Kyla's direction but did not. Alissa moved over between my knees and when I spread them, she sat down, grinding her ass into my crotch. My hand slipped under her arms and I palmed both breasts. 

"Oh gawd." She groaned. It did not seem loud but I could not tell. My heart hammered so loudly I could not judge sounds relative to anyone else. I pushed Alissa forward a little and quickly opened my pants. I pulled my cock out of my briefs, wondering why I had not prepared better for this moment. Alissa sat back and my bare cock bent against the small of her back. She groaned again, twitching her ass against the cock she could obviously feel awaiting her. 

Slowly, I began to pull her fluffy maxi up her legs. She continued to cover her knees with it even as the backside of it inched higher and higher. Finally, she bent forward and lifted her ass. I pulled the back of her skirt over her ass and up to her waist, leaving her bare. She sat down on the seat and hissed with the feel of the cool leather on her ass and thighs, or perhaps it was the feel of my bare cock against her ass and back. She lifted a leg and draped it over my leg. I moved my leg in till she was half sitting on me, tilted oddly in the seat. She grunted and then lifted her other leg. My legs closed and she sat forward, her weight on my upper thighs. She took firm hold of the seatback and got her feet on the floor and stood up, not standing exactly but lifting her ass till my cock traced a wet track down the luxurious cleft of her ass cheeks. 

"Put it in." She sighed. Then she repeated herself, speaking in a normal voice. "Put it in please." 

God but I wanted to glance at Kyla, but one woman was asking to feel my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy; I needed to stay focused. With one hand I moved the tip of my cock down her ass crack , passing near her asshole before feeling the wet slickness of her pussy on the back of my hand. Alissa held still as the head of my cock sliced between her velvet lips, newly damp with her excitement. They kissed the head of my cock, wetting it as I pushed it along her furrow. The black woman groaned, a sound enveloped by the noise of the movie but loud in my ears. I stopped my motion, moved a hand to the side of her hip and waited. Alissa sighed, "yes". She tipped forward a bit and then shoved back. Her pussy parted and she slide slowly down onto my cock. "Oh," she moaned as I penetrated her. Her weight rocked back and she sat down firmly, taking my cock deep into her clinging pussy. I was inside her. She groaned. Her head rolled and she ground her body down onto my cock before settling back into me, laying her head as far back as could. 

I kissed the side of her exposed neck. 

She leaned forward and widened her legs, holding fast to the seat back in front of us while rocking her ass back and forth on me, stirring her pussy with my cock. The feeling when my cock slipped inside of the woman nearly stole away my reason. Now, however, I did look at Kyla. Alissa wasn't going to notice, that was for sure. Kyla was staring at us. Her face a pallid smear in the darkness with little glints of light marking her eyes. 

"She is watching us." I whispered, my voice harsh. 

The black woman grinding her body down onto my hard cock moaned, a soft acknowledgement. Alissa lifted her body and bore down on me harder once more, shifting her hips as she fit me back deep inside of her body. My cock slashed deeply into her, a piercing pleasure than fixed my attention on our conjoined bodies. She shuddered and then suddenly she tensed. Her body shook once and then she was leaning back into me, her hips twerking back and forth as she ground her pussy down onto my cock, hunching and shifting as she sealed us together in the cool darkness. 

I turned away from Kyla. 

I placed both hands on Alissa's hips but then moved them under the skirt, placing them on her wonderful smooth black skin, the tight, firm skin, taut and luxurious. I pulled her more fully into my lap, her legs spread over the top of mine. I positioned her properly, planted my feet and then lifted my hips, sending my cock an inch deeper into the woman while taking her weight fully onto my cock. Alissa whimpered. Her legs splayed, opening her body to the pleasure of containing a man's complete attention. Her whimper turned into a groan and then she stiffened and jerked just once. I concentrated for a moment on my cock and I swear I felt her pussy massaging it as she climaxed. Her whole body seemed to turn to steel, tense and still. She held the posed, her hands gripping my sides as she steadied herself as the erotic thrill surged through her. Her body pulsed a time or two, communicating her ecstasy to me directly. "Oh, yes, yes, yes." She chanted as her hips bucked over me, planting my cock in her with each punctuated affirmation. I fixed my hands on the inside of each thigh and pulled her apart. Her body became a peel, sealed over my cock. She grunted and sat forward, rocking side to side from ass cheek to ass cheek. Suddenly, my own climax roared out of the darkness and I filled her hard and fast, grunting with eye-watering passion. My lust filled me and flowed to her. It filled her and then she shook with it herself and it flowed back to me. Back and forth the thrill bounced through us. 

Alissa's whole body seemed to be in motion without moving off of my lap. She finally quit shaking but then she lifted her ass and then plunked her body down onto my spasming cock. I arched with the connection and the last few thrusts of my cock seemed to trigger a new reaction in the woman. Alissa slumped forward onto her forearms, pillowing her head in her arms on the back of the seat, vacant as was the whole row in front of us. She began to grind her ass, slashing her pussy over and over with my cock while she whimpered. On the big screen, I saw a pair of bare tits and a man kissing them. When I could, pulled Alissa back and cupped her breasts. When I squeezed and massaged them, she moaned and shifted her body, widening her legs again, opening herself completely to me. My cock calmed and I held her over my lap. We both panted, sucking air as thought the oxygen content had been reduced. 

"Oh fuck." Alissa hissed. "Oh god, Sonny." Her voice seemed to hang in the darkness around us. She shifted. "I never. I never. I never." She muttered. She twisted and tried to kiss me but could not turn. She sat still for a moment then turned her head. 

"I need the women's room, I think." She said, her voice amused, pleased. "How did you like that? 

I grunted, gathering my energy from wherever it had scattered. I felt drained one moment but then my eyes seemed to see, the scenes on the screen of a man kissing a woman appeared. I became conscious of the dim relief of the theater and the subtle silhouettes facing the light. I heaved a contented sigh and helped her stand. She sidled out of the row, showing her ass to Kyla. As soon as Alissa turned into the exit ramp below us, Kyla was over beside me, flipping up the chair arm. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 12



"Jesus Christ, Sonny, that was Alissa Honeywell. I thought you were going to fuck me." She whispered fiercely into my ear. 

"I will. Eventually." I whispered back, mildly. I felt so pleased with myself. Kyla sounded so disappointed but tight excitement rift in her tone. It was an odd, complicated condition and I think it confused her. The hand on my bare thigh trembled with an erotic palsy. I turned my head and looked the beautiful MILF. I felt her need, sensed her arousal, her commitment to the moment. She licked her lips and I responded with a hoarse voice. "Right now, you need to suck my cock. When Alissa gets back, she is going to sit between us and we are going to molest her till she screams. Do whatever you want to her. Play. If we have time, I'll fuck you." I did not wait for a reply but pulled Mrs. Clark around to face me, forcing her onto her knees beside me. Her hands gripped my bare knees. She looked down at my cock, running her hands up to the juncture of my body with my legs, her thumbs poking at the base of my cock. She wore a very low cut sweater that hugged her considerable chest. It was white and made it easy to see her cleavage. My cock was drying in the cool theater air. Kyla Clark gripped my cock and flinched, finding it dewy with Alissa's excitement. 

"Lick it. Suck my cock, Mrs. Clark." My whisper wafted between us, light as spider silk. 

Kyla bent her head and hesitated for a moment. When she looked back at me, I grinned. She bent forward and licked the end. On the screen, the music swelled and I did too.

I had not completely lost my woody and when she touched me, the sensation coursed through me. Her tongue touching me ignited me again and by the time she fitted her lips around the head and sucked at my cock, I was wondrously hard once more. She sucked loudly and I tapped the top of her head, shushing her. She lifted off my cock, holding it with one hand while the other gripped my thigh. 

"Sorry. Sorry." She whispered. She kissed the end of my cock and then licked the length of it down one side and up the other. She kissed one side and then the other before fitting the tip into her mouth and pressing her head firmly down onto my cock. She groaned deep in her chest as my cockhead bulged her cheek and then bumped against the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment but recovered, lifting to breathe in with a great hiss before pressing my cock fully and completely into her mouth and thence down her throat. The sucking pleasure enveloped me and my cock responding, filling her mouth, pushing the head against the entrance to her throat. Her tongue worried along the length. Her lips massaged me. The pressure was fantastic! I could not help myself, I gripped the sides of her head and held her in place. My hips arched up and Kyla, bless her pea-picking heart, pressed her mouth down firmly, taking my cock deeper. I could feel her throat contracting around the end of my cock. My climax echoed in me and my hips bumped upwards. Kyla gagged and tried to back off but I held her. She blew through her nose and recovered the delicate balance between cocksucking and breathing. She mastered the tight rejection of the cock in her mouth and then resumed sucking. 

I saw Alissa's form appear below us. She turned the corner and rose through the gloom. I watched her approach while Kyla continued to suck my cock. Alissa, arriving to find a woman sucking my cock, stopped at the entrance to the row. Her black face glinted but I could not make out her response. I thought she understood what she was seeing but she moved into the row but then stopped suddenly registering the reality the darkness hid. I reached up with one hand and pulled her into the seat beside me. She plopped down heavily. 

With my cock securely in Kyla Clark's mouth, I leaned over and kissed Alissa, hooking a hand around her neck and pulling her face close enough for me to kiss her lips. They were stiff and chilly. She tried to pull back but then mastered her reaction and returned the kiss, pressing against me. She turned to make the connection more comfortable. I felt her hand find my bare leg and then she patted Kyla's back. I felt Kyla register Alissa's arrival; a sharp intake of breath, well, what should have been breath but turned into a tight suction on my cock. I was kissing one woman while another sucked my cock. I savored the dual sensation, keeping control enough to meet Alissa's questing tongue with my own. I broke the kiss and in a whisper loud enough for Kyla to hear, I said, "Unbutton your blouse."

Alissa giggled. "No buttons." She whispered back.

On my cock, Alissa had stopped sucking. I tapped the side of her head with my free hand and she returned to sucking me. 

"All one piece?" I felt stupid for not noticing that detail about how she was dressed registering only that she was showing me her bra, the white showing plainly through the black, see-through blouse. Who could blame me for missing such a detail in the presence of her astonishing tits and the sure knowledge I owned them. I was liking the sensation of ownership. 

In answer, she lifted the part of her blouse closest to me, peeling it high till she uncovered her bra-covered breast. I kissed the revealed black slope of her breast and then with one hand fought to push the bra off of it. Alissa helped and as a Kyla lifted and then crammed my cock deep into her mouth once more, I fit my lips over Alissa's nipple sucked with equal gusto. 

Alissa squeaked. 

I removed my hand from Kyla's head, turned it awkwardly and thrust it as far down her sweater in the front as I could, searching for her breasts. I could only manage to rub the back of my hand over one breast but the effect expressed by her sucking mouth was magical. I thought I would come again but Alissa directed my lips back to her breast. I kissed her puckered nipple, fitting my lips to it and feeling it crinkle and respond. I sucked at it and she sighed. My mouth fit over it, my tongue tip twirled around it, the roughness of her aureole tickled me. I sucked her breast hard into my mouth and assaulted the nipple with my tongue till Alissa cooed and panted beside us. 

When I moved away, she slumped back into the chair. I could see in the dull glare from the movie that she had her eyes closed. I pulled Kyla off the floor and sat her next to the wall. I stood, bending and motioned for Alissa to move into my seat, which she did. It felt weird to have my cock bare in the cool of the theater, holding up my trousers at my knees with one hand as I shuffled past Alissa. She giggled when my cock bumped into her. 

Alissa turned to look at Mrs. Clark and gasped "Kyla" into the noise from the movie. I tried to pull up her shirt once more, not wanting her to get fixated. I wanted to distract her from this situation before she started to think about it. She turned back to me. I lifted the blouse, pressing my hand against her still bare breast. I tried to uncover it. Alissa helped. Her bra was kiddywhompus, still covering one while the other bare. Alissa pulled her blouse up and held it, baring tangle bra and breasts, covered and bare. I felt the eagerness in her motions and it surprised me. 

"Unhook her." I whispered, not clear who I was talking to. I was so aroused I could not tell if I was actually whispering or if I was yelling. 

I felt Alissa flinch and then heard the "smack" of a lips kissing bare flesh. 

"Oh, oh, oh." Alissa hissed, whispering but loud, like a stage whisper. I leaned to look around her and found Kyla had twisted in her seat and sucked Alissa's breast into her mouth. I reached across Alissa and tapped Kyla on the head. She released the nipple, sucking at it loudly as she backed away, pulling it so that it elongated. The light from the screen was bright and made it glisten. 

Alissa leaned forward and a moment later her bra sagged about her breasts. Mrs. Honeywell pulled the bra up and off of her wonderful tits with accommodating willingness. I twisted and almost getting to my knees took her nipple closest to me into my mouth. Alissa flinched and jerked. 

"Oh, fuck!" She hissed but arched her back, pressing breast hard into my mouth. 

I sucked the breast heard then released it long enough to say, "Kyla, come on." 

A moment later I saw the white smear move and I felt Alissa groan. Kyla's head bumped against mine. I pulled back to see what I could see and found I could make out Kyla's face and the darkness of Alissa's breast blurry against her mouth. Alissa was sitting back into the tall seat back, tense and shaking. For a few moments we worked at her breasts and each time I thought Alissa would come, Kyla would back away. I tried to keep an eye on her, feeling her motions by the way our mutual lover shifted in her seat. Alissa panted and it seemed like it was loud but the music from the screen covered her sounds. Finally, Alissa put both hands on us and held us against her bare breasts. When I finally remembered and tried to put a hand between Alissa's legs, I found Kyla's already there. I ran my fingers down her forearm, to her hand to find her fingers buried in Alissa's pussy. Alissa's body was twanging, jerking and twitching while Kyla pumped fingers into the black woman's body. She clearly knew what she was doing to Alissa and seemed intent on making the black woman scream. 

Alissa groaned and then her hands moved and she was pressing Kyla between the seats. Kyla got smoothly between Alissa knees. Alissa slumped down till her ass hooked onto the edge of the seat. When Kyla resumed fingering her, Alissa twisted her torso over toward me and tried to kiss me, all without dislodging the woman between her legs. Then she froze. I twisted to look behind us and saw someone moving down the row in front of us. The guy glanced at us and then turned to go down the stairs. 

"Hook up." I whispered. 

Alissa convulsed as Kyla's lips found her pouting pussy lips. When Kyla's tongue entered her body, she thrashed into a new, violent orgasm. She held to me like she was going to fall a thousand feet. Her hips rose and fell as she quaked into a new orgasm. Alissa groaned and it was loud. The sound of her lust laden voice seemed to penetrate the erotic haze that surrounded us. Alissa sighed and pushed at Kyla. She moved into the corner, leaving Kyla kneeling beside an empty chair. She hooked up her bra and put herself to rights, struggling to get her shaking hands to pull the blouse over her breasts. I moved back into that middle seat, pulled up my pants and put away my cock away. Kyla moved back to her seat. We waited. 

The guy came back with two big buckets of popcorn and two cokes. This was an R film so I knew there were no kids present. He did not look at us. As soon as he was settled below and to the right of us, both women reached for my cock. Their hands met and greeted each other and then together, they opened my pants and freed my cock. Kyla started to move between my legs but Alissa moved also so Kyla remained seated. Alissa bent over my lap and sucked my semi-hard cock into her mouth. After her lips kissed me and her tongue licked me, her mouth opened and enveloped me and I got hard, nearly instantly. After a couple deep bobs of her head, she sat up and gestured silently with a hand at my erect cock. She worked my pants over my hips, down my thighs and over my knees. 

Kyla understood the invitation immediately. She did not hesitate but stood up and got astride my legs as Alissa had been, facing the screen. I was so happy to be shared in this way. I ignored the implicit fact that Alissa was giving me away. No time to be petty. Like Alissa, Kyla half squatted over my erect cock. This time, however, Alissa's hand gripped my cock and she guided Kyla down onto me. Kyla spread her legs and took me into her body. She groaned way too loudly. My cock sunk through the wash of her loins, penetrating her with pleasure that made her shiver. She sat back and lay her head on my shoulder. Her hips rose and fell, pumping her body up and down on my cock, fucking me with a short staccato motion that sawed my cock in and out of her over and over again. Her body began to twitch and then she tensed. She bucked on me, her hips thrusting forwards and then pouncing backwards. I gripped her and ground her down on me, jamming my cock deep into her, filling her over and over again with my long hard cock. The pleasure of being inside the woman radiated through me, washing me clean of other sensations and awareness. 

My climax arrived and I filled Kyla with cum. She thrust her body down onto me, turning her head in a vain effort to kiss me without changing her position on my cock. Her mini skirt covered us incompletely. Her white legs gleamed in the gloom, spread wide on the outside of mine. When we were still, we panted for a few minutes and the three of us watched the movie for a while. Kyla finally let my flagging cock free of her pussy and moved to her own seat. She retrieved her panties, presumably stashed and covered her oozing pussy. Alissa shrank away from me. No one spoke; we did not look at each other. 

We all sat, sated and saw the movie through to the end. When the credits rolled, we remained seated till the sparse crowd in front of us was up and filing out. We got up and together the three of us made our wobbly way down the steps. I felt like I was floating but I knew better. It made me take care to hit each step. Kyla, in front of me, seemed in no more of a hurry and Alissa lay a hand on my shoulder, I presume to steady her. I think we were all lightheaded. 

When we finally made our way out into the corridor, I put my arm around each woman, tucking them together beside me on each side. My hand rested firmly on their hips. I muttered. "Fuck me that was intense." 

One of the movie people glanced up at me. "Really? I have not seen it. That good?"

I chuckled. "I doubt you would believe me if I told you." Both of the women in my arms squirmed. The guy regarded me with a mixture of confusion, envy, and condemnation. I had an arm around them both, twisting each woman so part of her ass pressed into my crotch. I relaxed my hold on them both. We walked away and once out of earshot of the hapless fellow both women broke into giggles. We filed down the exit ramp right past the waiting area and I saw Landon standing against the near edge of the waiting crowd. His eyes found mine. They were intense, boring into me. Then they flicked side to side. He noticed who I was with. His eyes widened slightly. 

I put an arm around both Kyla and Alissa again. They both snuggled into the curl of my arms. 

At that moment, I saw Darlene. She was curled around Landon's shoulder, a hand toying with his cheek and looked up at him. Seeing his eyes fixed on us, she glanced my way and immediately straightened. 

"Fuck me, there is Landon." I said softly. "Come with me."

I could feel both women tense but I had my arms around them and they had to either make a big scene or allow me to guide them over to Landon, which they did. "Hey Buddy, how are you doing?" 

Landon looked suitably chagrined and my ploy worked perfectly. He kept glancing at Alissa on my left between him and me. Kyla kept trying to shrink out of sight on my right. 

"I was just taking your Mom to the movies, a sort of easy night out." I intentionally ignored Alissa. 

"Your Mom?" Darlene's voice squeaked with surprise. 

Landon let her move around him in the press. "Uh, yeah, Darlene, this is my Mom, Kyla Clark." His eyes flicked to Alissa but then fixed on his mother whom I was propelling around me to face him and Darlene. He followed my lead to ignore Alissa. Mrs. Honeywell was panting beside me. 

"Say hello, Mrs. Clark I hissed sotto voce. 

"Yes, okay. Hello. I am Kyla Clark." Kyla extended her hand, still securely circled and bound against me with my arm. Her squirming had little effect. She moved forward and for a moment I sniffed sex in the air. God knows what the three of us looked like. 

Darlene glanced at Landon. "Uh, Darlene Emerson." She said. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Clark."

"Emerson? Oh, really? Are you any relation to . . . "

Darlene nodded her brown curls fluttering about her. "Yes. My father." Darlene said. 

Kyla's tension shivered out of her body and suddenly she was completely relaxed, unlike Alissa whom was as tense as a fencepost. Everyone ignored her despite my arm tightly around her waist, clasp delightfully on her hip. I let my hand slide down on Alissa's flank and cupped her ass cheek. She squeaked. 

Kyla was rattling on to Darlene about who they both might know. The crowd began to move around Landon and Darlene. 

"Well, you gotta go, see you two later." I said and pulled the two women around and guided them off. 

Both women struggled a bit then relaxed as we emerged out into the flow of the Friday evening mall crowd. I guided us down into a more or less empty spot between two stores. I released Kyla and turned to Alissa. I kissed her lush black lips, holding her against me till she relaxed and finally began to return the kiss. When she opened her mouth and offered me her tongue, I broke the kiss and pulled back, cock hardening. I looked into her eyes and saw the passion. I kissed the side of her face. "Go home, Mrs. Honeywell. I'll call Sammy and tell him he can have you till six on Sunday. Whatever he wants, give him." 

Despite her normal reserve, the black woman smiled. She nodded her head. 

I released her. "Go on home and thank you for your service." I said. She did not move for a moment but then she glanced at Kyla, turned and disappeared into the crowd. 

"Fuck me, that was weird." Kyla said. That made me laugh. 

"I hope you enjoyed it." I said softly. 

Kyla looked around at me, bending to peer up into my face as I stared at the place where Alissa, my Alissa had disappeared into the crowd. The feeling of having the right to give her away intoxicated me for a moment. 

"Sonny?"

I looked at Kyla. "What?"

"What now? Was that what we were here for? To meet Darlene Emerson? She turned into a sexy . . . oh, shit, I bet she is spitting her teeth about now, afraid I will blab to Victoria, queen Victoria, we call her. Oh, no, I should have been more clear about . . . ."

I chuckled. "Do you think she really is worried about you blabbing about seeing her when you had a young man's arm around you, smelling like sex and with a beautiful black woman on his other arm? I hardly think that she is going to worry much about you saying anything to anyone. She might be thinking you have as much to hide as she does." I savored my private irony. 

Kyla stared at me for a minute then she shook her head. "That is what this was all about, wasn't it. You arranged for her to see me with you so . . . oh, Sonny!" She threw herself into my arms and kissed me, holding my face between her hands, her plush body leaning against me and rubbing up and down on me as she kissed all over my face. When she finally stopped kissing me and stepped back, she smiled delightedly at me. "Let's do something fun." She said. 

I had originally assumed I would just go home and study but when I said so, Kyla nearly crumpled. 

"No, Sonny, let's do something fun, really fun."

I put on a hurt look. "Crap. You mean that was not fun!" 

Kyla Clark laughed and then immediately sobered and I thought she had seen a ghost. "Oh Sonny, that was fabulous. Seeing you leading this strange woman in beside me and then watching you fuck her, I cannot tell you how amazing that was. All the emotions that rampaged through me; at first I was furious but as you entered her, I think I lost my mind and all I wanted was to see what you were doing to her. I could not believe a woman would do that! While I sat there watching! I couldn't breathe I was so excited. I saw your cock as she sat back onto it and I thought I would come as it disappeared as she sat down on you. Then I realized who it was and I got excited all over again. My gawd, Sonny, Mrs. Honeywell! I was flabbergasted but then I realized what the MILF list must be. She had to be on it. My goodness. Then when you made me go down on her . . . "




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 12



I was seeing people glancing at us in ways that suggested they had heard "MILF" and "go down on her" I pulled Kyla into my arms and kissed her soundly. She grunted and kissed me back. I released her lips and nodded. "Yes, let's do something fun, something you think is fun, anything you like."

"Shopping!" She nearly shrieked but then sobered. "You would hate that."

For a moment I almost agreed but then I thought better of it. "Hmm, shopping? For cloths you mean? Taking these clothes off and putting those clothes on, you mean? I think you are right, it might be fun." 

I don't know if it was what I said or what was in my voice or my eyes or my general expression but Kyla Clark blushed to the roots of her hair and I mean red as a stop light. 

Then I had a new thought and my little soldier rolled out of the racks and came to attention. I knew I was onto something, so to speak. "But Kyla, if I go shopping with you, what do I get? You need to trade me something." I hoped she could read my mind, my squirming little lizard brain was in overdrive. 

She looked up at me, slipped her arms around me and kissed my lightly on the lips. "Why, Mr. Duncan, you can have me." She said coquettishly. 

I smirked, liking where this was going. "Naw. I have already had you. I was thinking of something, ah, new."

Kyla sobered, pulling back to look at me. She undrooped her arms and stood before me, studying my face. I was better at poke her than poker; I could not keep a straight face. I grinned lasciviously. 

Kyla studied my face. "What are you thinking, Sonny Duncan? Do you mean that I am a sure thing and no longer interesting?"

"Are you?" I asked. 

Kyla smirked. "A sure thing?" She nodded. "Yes."

"Prove it." I said, pouncing. She did not see it coming. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She said, a twinge of exasperation in her voice. 

"Kyla, let's go shopping but if I go with you, you have to promise to ask another woman to fuck me. Till you find one that agrees. You have to watch me fuck another woman, a stranger that we agree would be fun to do in a dressing room."

She stared at me. She shook her head. 

I shrugged. "Fine. I'll go till I get bored and then I'll leave. You will be airtight soon, I'll see to you by myself till then." 

Kyla's face twisted and she shook her head. "No, no wait. I can do that. Really. I think I can talk a woman into fucking you." She grinned, the idea taking on a life of its own. "It might be fun. Besides, you are helping me with Landon and whatshername."

"Darlene."

Kyla Clark nodded. Her face looked determined. "I can do this."

The first few stores I just followed her around while she touched and cooed at clothing. She tried stuff on that made her look like a school teacher or someone's mother. She asked my opinion the first time she tried on some floral crunch that made her look like a lamp shade. "You look like an old lady. Reminds me of my fourth grade teacher." I kept the "lamp shade" comparison to myself, figuring it might be too much. 

She did not appreciate my appraisal but pursed her lips and changed. She returned and asked what next. 

I cast around and found a startlingly attractive woman with her hair mounded up on her head like a conehead. I pointed. "Her. Ask her." 

Kyla twisted around and stared at where I was pointing. She glanced at me and then sidled over to where conehead was nosing through a rack of blouses. A moment later, Kyla was hurrying towards me. "We should go." 

"No go?"

"I think she is going to call the police."

"You need to be subtler." I said as we walked as casually as we could directly out of the store. I twisted around at the door and found the woman glaring at us. 

"Fuck you, Sonny." Kyla said. But then she burst out laughing. "Oh my gawd, that was so fun! Let's do it again!" 

I shook my head, not in negation but in wonder. My lizard brain clearly knew something I didn't.

We wandered into another department store. Kyla found another green outfit. "That looks like something my mother would wear." I said, intending it to be a negative comment. 

Kyla grinned and went to try it on. 

I snapped my fingers and took out my phone. I had forgotten something. "Sammy, dude, what you doing?" I said when he answered.

"Cruising, dude. The lost art. Chris is with me. Want us to pick you up? We can cruise for chicks and then go fuck somebody's mom. How about yours?" Sammy horse laughed. 

"Listen, I need you to do something for me." 

"Anything, man."

"Go fuck your mom."

Sammy hissed. "On my way."

"Wait, hold on killer. I want you to go to Laura Wills house and pick up . . . you said Chris is with you? Then just pick up Annie. Take her to your house. You have her till Sunday, 6 pm."

"And Mom?" Sammy said, his voice rough with anticipation.

"Till then." I said. "I need to get some studying done." Maybe my most inane comment ever. "I'll call Annie and have her go over to Laura's house. And Sammy, tell Chris you both should slip Laura a long length of cock for a short time, just to be friendly. Okay?"

"Got it, Sonny, my man! We will do as instructed. Wait, damn you Sonny, I was going to study tomorrow myself."

"I am sure it would be more fun to do so with Annie sucking your cock."

"Fucking impossible." Sammy growled. "Hey Chris, how about a sleep over? You, me, my mom and Annie?" I hear Sammy talking away from his phone. He came back on a moment later, virtually with no delay. "Chris is good with that I think." Sammy lowered his voice. "But Sonny, I think he is disappointed that his mother is not part of the fun." 

Sammy was always thinking of others. What a guy! "I am working on that. Tell him to be patient just a little longer. Tell him . . . "

"Tell him yourself. I am fucking driving my Camaro home to fuck my mommy!"

"Hello, Sonny. I think Sammy is losing his mind." Chris said calmly into the phone. "Did you really tell him to fuck his mom?" 

"Chris, dude, I know we have made you wait . . . " I spoke over him so missed the question. 

"No worries, really. I think you have her number. She is so wound up all the time. But she is committed. The other day I put my cock in her and she got so hot so fast she beat at me till I let her up, screaming she was going to come. She was panicked about it. You have her hooked on waiting. When it is time, fuck me, I think she will come like a hurricane."

"I hope so. Glad you think I am on the right track. It is pretty great of you two to play along."

"I am not playing, Sonny and neither is Mom. She wants this. She is getting exactly what she wants. I am not fucking with a good thing."

"Well, okay. Go fuck Mrs. Honeywell and be sure to make Annie eat her. Make Alissa eat Annie too, though. Oh hell, you guys can figure out how they fit together. Have a good time. I need the weekend off." Need was one thing, getting what you needed was another. 

I saw Kyla emerge from the dressing room wearing a slash and burn evening dress in fierce green that trailed behind her. "Gotta go buddy, have fun." 

"I'll tell Alissa you told me to fuck her ass four times." Chris said. 

I hung up and grunted. I tried to remember what I had told Alissa before she left us. I needed to call her. And Annie. Kyla arrived, strutting like a Greek goddess at a museum opening. "Nice. Which window were you thinking of for that? I have to say you make those curtains look great, though." 

Kyla glared at me and turned on her heels and stamped away. 

"Hey, wait. Come back here." 

She turned and switched back to goddess from pissed woman and glided gracefully back to me. "Yes?" 

I pointed. "See that woman? The black woman with the ass?" 

Kyla nodded. "Fine. Fine. I'll try something different this time." She glided over to the woman and they spoke for a moment and then Kyla retreated to the dressing room. The black woman followed her, talking animatedly. A few minutes later, Kyla appeared. Her face a look of consternation. 

She arrived and looked past me. "On the rag, she said, or she would do you in a heartbeat, Sonny boy."

I snorted. "What did she really say?"

Kyla snorted, matching my sound almost exactly. "She huffed and puffed and flounced away. No sense of humor."

"Were you being funny?" I asked. 

"No. Dead serious. Let's try a different store. This is surprisingly fun. Pimping I mean!" We sauntered away, finding a new hunting ground. 

Kyla was getting into to the spirit of our pussy hunt. She pointed at a tall, willowy red head of maybe twenty-five or so. I shook my head though it was a good option. By the time we got to the next place, Kyla had pointed at five or six women and gotten no better than a six on my pussy meter. I insisted on an eight or better and when she complained, I told her with a nine on my arm, they would never agree if they were no competition. Kyla thought that over and decided to be complimented and challenged. We changed stores. Walking in I stopped. 

I saw the woman I wanted. She strutted about with her double chin in the air her huge breasts proceeding her like the bumpers on a tug boat. The double chin was not because she was portly but just the way her chin blended with her thick neck. She was not perfect but she had the largest tits in the place. Loved those tits. "Her." I said nodding. This time, Kyla ambled off with a purpose and moments later at the woman engaged in a conversation. After a few moments she came back. 

"You don't want her." She said.

"Did you ask."

"Tits are not everything, Sonny. You don't want her."

"Why? What's wrong with her." 

"Sweats." Kyla said, wrinkling her nose. "Smells." 

Who can argue with that? We left the store. By the time I got to the next store I had convinced myself I needed to call Alissa. I wanted to hear her response to what was coming her way. While Kyla shopped, I called Alissa. She answered. "Yes, Sonny." She said. "Yes, Master. Anything for you, master." She said, teasing. "Gawd, Sonny, I am still excited from the theater. I want it again."

"Glad to hear it. Sammy is on the way. Did I tell you to fuck him?"

"I, uh, I don't know. I think so. Maybe. I was so high coming out of the theater I was not thinking straight. I think I came a bakers' dozen times."

"Sammy is coming home to come and Chris is with him. They are bringing Annie. Fuck them all, Mrs. Honeywell. Oh fuck, I have to call Annie. Have a good time."

I hung up. Kyla held up a pink blouse and when I shook my head carried it to the dressing room, looking back at me with a smirk. Clearly she did not think I had any taste but bad taste. I had not seen anyone of interest yet. I dialed Annie. 

"Shonny? Yous call?" Annie slurred into the phone. "Mommy ish eating me." She gasped. 

For a moment I was confused but then I remembered. My mother was taking condom training. I guessed Sid found something for Annie to do. My cock, already hard, twitched and I hoped Kyla was going to find someone soon. I wanted to come in someone, some else but really, Kyla was a great option. I thought about her ass. My pants became a real possibility but that would be awkward. 

Then Sid's voice spoke to me. "What's up, Sonny? Need something?"

"Send Annie to the Wills house. I have arranged some entertainment for her." Then I had a thought. "You don't have any objection to her doing your attorney do you?"

Silence. "No." Sid said finally. "So long as no one knows." 

"If Annie keeps it to herself, no one will know." I thought about that and figured it was not much of an assurance. "They'll be doing their mothers. And Annie, of course." I waited. "Mutual assured destruction?" I half asked, hoping that somehow would make sense. 

Sid waited. Finally, he said, "I'll send her over." His voice was tight. The following silence invited more comment and finally he did speak. His voice had lost its tension. "And Sonny, thanks for your mom. Annie has been warming her up. She is quivering with excitement, has been since I picked her up. I owe you, Sonny and I pay my debts. And about the legal pussy you have on line, I'll let you know when it is time. I am leaving it all alone for the moment just to see if the dickheads figure out the game. If I have to come collecting the vig is going to be a lot higher, but that is good for you, guy. You're my cunt collector. If they pay you, I am content; if they don't then I get to stretch their imaginations a little—and their women." Sid's laugh rumbled. In the background I heard Annie squealing through a very vocal orgasm which I suspected was for my benefit. What a nice lady! 

"Sure, Sid. Anything you say." 

"See ya. I'll send Annie right over. Six Sunday, you say?" 

"Sure. She'll be banged good. I bet you'll fit her fine. She should be oiled enough to slide you right up between her eyes." 

"I am fascinated by what you have going with your MILFs. Annie has told me what she knows. I know I cannot get involved but I'd love to know what you have been up to." He laughed. "Cici is going to walk funny for a while but it should make her smile." 

I chuckled at that. I thought about telling him about the account on Literotica but hesitated. He hung so I hung up, the thought unspoken. Funny, I could not tell if that was a dumb idea or not so I left it alone. Kyla was still nowhere in sight. When she finally emerged, she drifted towards me. She arrived and put her arms around me. "I asked another woman. She was next door. I went into her booth and asked her. She said, no. So I kissed her. Sonny, I kissed a strange woman. Fuck me, she kissed me back! We have to go." 

I yanked on the store's blouse she was wearing. "Forgetting something?" She looked askance at me for a moment but then unbuttoned it hurriedly and shucked it off and pulled her white sweater over her head and into place. She gestured for us to go. 

I saw people staring at us. She had just showed the world her body and bra-clad tits. I shook my head and we walked out of the store, the help glared after us. 

"So who was this woman you molested in the dressing woman? I mean by that, what did she look like?"

"Pretty. Young. She put a hand on my breast after I kissed her and smiled. I think she would have eaten me up right there."

"What are you doing out here with me?"

Kyla laughed nervously. "She fucking scared me." Kyla blinked and shook her head, she said. "I am not accustomed to this sort of thing."

"Let's go back." I said, my cock hardening.

Kyla gulped and looked away. "I can't. I just can't. Not yet. I have been coy all my life. I have never made a pass at anyone before tonight. I just showed cleavage and trolled around till I got a bite and they bent me over the furniture. Suddenly, with you out here, I am . . . " she laughed a clanging, tight laugh. "I don't know what is happening ." 

She looked at me, her eyes shining. "I like it but I have to, to adjust, I think." 

It was the next store that I finally got clear on what I was going to do with Laura Wills. It had been nagging at me for several weeks and suddenly, it came clear to me. Chasing an inspiration is like trying to satisfy a finicky woman, difficult and challenging. 

Kyla appeared. She walked through the racks of clothing to me and took my hand. "Come on, Sonny. I've got the right one for sure." She pulled me towards the fitting room but I resisted. 

"Who?" I insisted. 

Kyla turned to look at me, on hand on my chest and the other still holding my hand. She lifted my hand and pressed it against her breast, massaging her sweater with my hand. "See the slight blond girl in the store livery? Straight blue skirt and the white blouse, sort of the page boy cut and the black glasses? Nice ass. See her?"

I found the woman. She was one of the staff in the store, blond hair curtaining her face. She turned her head and looked at me. Her expression did not change but she held her gaze on us for some time. She watched Kyla massing her breast with my hand for a few moments, only turning away when someone spoke to her. She had small breasts and a tight little ass that turning away showed to me, a view that was much to her benefit. 

I nodded. "I see her, yes." My cock was swelling in my pants. Whether it was because of the blond or Kyla's big boob being pressed into my passive hand I could not tell. Some confusion is sort of fun. 

"I told her to come to the dressing room with a red outfit. I pointed to that one there and told her, if she wanted to play, come with that in red. She said it doesn't come in red so I said something in red, if she wanted. She said she thought she could find something to do the trick." 

"Okay. Have you asked her?"

Kyla shook her head. "Not exactly. Come with me, though." She pulled me towards the dressing rooms and we found the end dressing room empty. We both tried to go in together and did not fit through the door. We laughed and I gestured to her to go first which she did. I followed and as soon as the door closed, Kyla had her hands on me, pulling me down into a fierce kiss. 

Breaking the kiss, she whispered. "I found one. She said she was interested but I did not ask her to fuck you. I suggested that she might like to watch us. I told her I was your fourth grade teacher and we are having an affair no one can know about. I cannot go home and I would rather have her in the room so no one gets suspicious." Kyla kissed me hard once before continuing. "Sonny, I told her I wanted you to take my ass this time. I said you would but that was my part of the fantasy. I told her you wanted someone to watch. Since we cannot tell anyone, you want someone to know, someone to watch you fuck me. That is part of your fantasy, someone seeing you fucking my ass." Kyla was breathless with passion. 

I was still processing her story and how it fit us when there came a knock at the door. "Ma'am? I have your outfit." A tinkling voice came to us through the door. "Would you like to come . . . out? Or shall I come . . . in." 

Oh yes, this was a playful one. 

"Yes, a moment." Kyla called out, loudly. "I got her here. The rest is up to you." Kyla whispered before moving to open the door. "Fuck her if you can. I want to see that." Kyla's voice quavered. She licked her lips. 

Seeing the woman's tongue active on her lips like that made me shiver with arousal. I stepped into the lee of the door so no one outside could see me. This dressing room was an actual room, unlike the others which were only cubicles, this one had walls and an air vent of its own; part of the upscale milieu. 

"Yes, I think I have what you want." The woman said at the door. 

"Yes, I am sure you do." Kyla Clark said in her breathy voice. "Would you help me with something?" 

I leaned out to look at the woman and she was glancing around her before she nodded. "Most of the rush is past. I think I have time to help with your fitting." She spoke over loud. 

She stepped into the room and glancing at me, delicately closed the door. She locked it and then stood staring at me. Her name tag was stuck just over her left breast, a smallish thing that dimpled her blouse. The white blouse was diaphanous so I could see the pattern on her bra and a large mole just over her right breast. The name tag read, Siena. 

I extended my hand. "Hello, Siena. I'm Sonny." She shook my hand. Her hand was cool, the skin smooth. Touching her sent a thrill through me. 

"Hello Sonny." Her eyes dropped to my crotch. My cock twitched. 

I held onto her hand and she let me. I held it till she swallowed hard and looked over at Kyla who was watching us like a dog waiting for a scrap from the dinner table. 

"Siena, a nice name. Interesting." I said. We were all whispering and it seemed odd. 

Siena smiled then. "Yes, I was conceived in some cubbyhole in a church in Siena. They named me after the city in Italy. Where I was conceived. I said that. I have never done that before. I thought about it all the time, though. Catching someone uh, doing it in here. I never thought. Oh heavens, my husband will never believe this."




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 12



I glanced at Kyla who stood there with the scarlet dress draped over her arm. I took it from her and she blushed. I hung it on the clothes hook. I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. Siena moved back against the outer wall, pressing against it, her fingers splayed out on the wall beside her narrow hips in the blue slacks like she sought to keep her balance on the ledge of a yawning cliff. 

"Oh." Siena gasped when I pulled my pants down and my suddenly hard cock came into view. "Oh." She said again. Her eyes met mine and she smiled, a cautious, wan little smile that suggested she was not getting enough oxygen. 

I turned to Kyla who was watching us. "Well?" I said, dropping my eyes to my cock and then directing them back to hers. "Teacher?" 

Kyla understood and got to her knees. She put a hand around my cock and stroked it once before kissing the head. Her tongue came out and she licked it and then she found a tissue from her purse and wiped me off. Well, she wiped Alissa off me. And Kyla, for that matter. The eau d'aftertaste wafted up to me and I could smell us, mingled into a tangy perfume. I admired Kyla for taking me into her mouth.

Siena watched this all with wide eyes, behind her black-rimmed glasses. 

When I was clean enough to lick and kiss, Kyla did that. She pressed her lips down the length of my cock and in a moment, my cock was lodged deeply in her mouth, deliciously once more. She swallowed and my cock head penetrated her throat. She blew through her nose and sucked hard on my cock, tongue working up and down the length of it. 

"Oh my." Siena said softly. 

"Ever kissed a man while his cock is being sucked." I asked tightly. Kyla redoubled her efforts to make me lose my mind. 

Siena shook her head but then took a half step towards me. She touched a finger to her lips and then licked them and seemingly unconsciously, the finger, the tip of her tongue quested along her finger. She moved to my right side, scooting the metal chair loudly away from beside Kyla. 

Kyla sucked. 

"I think that looks fine on you. Try this one." Siena said loudly. She took another step closer and whispered. "My husband, he always asks if anyone got caught in the store when I go home. He won't believe this." She giggled a little bit. "I never saw a woman, uh, do that before." 

"Suck a man's cock?" I said softly. 

Siena nodded. Her eyes both started blinking fast, one then the other then both at once. 

"Want to try?" I asked.

Siena grinned weakly but said, "I think maybe a kiss, you know, to start." She leaned into me and bent her head to cross mine and touched her lips to mine. Her hands balanced her over the woman on her knees sucking my cock below. 

I put a hand at her lean waist and she shivered under the touch. Kyla's hands griped my thighs telling me she was watching. With my hand on Siena's side, I was able to pull her closer. I felt her leg bump into Kyla.

"Oh, oh!" The blond woman said, pulling back and looking down at Kyla, Kyla sucking my cock. Siena looked back at me, closed her eyes and leaned into me, kissing me gently. When I felt her tongue tenderly touching my lips, I opened my mouth. Siena had a hand on my chest but the other groped below us for Kyla's shoulder. She lifted that hand and looped it around my neck. She groaned and moved to my side, fitting the point of my hip between her legs and grinding her crotch against me. Her body pressed against me, fitting into my embrace while we kissed. She opened her mouth. Her tongue sought and found mine. She moaned into my mouth. 

The feel of a woman kissing me while I had another woman sucking my cock again fired through me like a rage. Every nerve seemed focused on the twin sensations. I think it was the milieu, the sensation of being in a changing room with two willing, desirable women, one of which was a stranger, a married woman willingly approaching the moth fire we were luring her into. My cock jerked in Kyla's mouth and she pulled back and then slide me deep into her mouth and swallowed around the head. The sensation nearly blinded me. 

I shifted backwards to lean against the wall. Both women shifted with me. Siena pressed her hips against me, grinding against the point of my pelvis. My hand at her waist wrapped around her lean body and she shivered and her hips pulsed at me again. I cupped her little ass and she moaned again when I squeezed it, fitting my fingers deep into the crack to grip one ass cheek hard. Kyla continued to suck, blowing and slurping below us. 

With my free hand, I reached up and unbuttoned the woman's blouse, top button, second button, third button. When I pressed my hand over her revealed bra-covered breast, Siena broke the kiss to groan, tilting her long, perfect neck up to release the sound gently over us. I twisted and kissed down her neck. Her body shivered and pressed against me. She bent and tried to kiss my neck but I kissed down her sweet tasting skin to her bra. With one hand, I swept the blouse off the point of her shoulder, uncovering her. She moved a hand and pushed the bra up off her breast where I was kissing her skin. I took her stout little nipple between my lips, touching it with the tip of my tongue as I breathed around it. Siena groaned and shifted her body while somehow not moving the nipple between my lips even a little. 

"Oh my gawd, a, a, Sir." She wheezed. "Oh my gawd." Her voice was so soft, the words seemed to linger about us. "I, ah, I am, ah , sorry, ah, sir, I have ah forgotten, for, forgotten your name." She breathed. While she talked I had been kissing around the nipple, crinkled and pert, darkening as it stiffened and lengthened right next to my lips. I licked the girlish swell of her breast. She twisted, trying to direct my lips to the nipple. I avoided it, teasing her. I released her ass with one hand. She sagged a little, missing my steading grip. I pushed her out a little and unhooked her slacks. I ran a hand around her waist inside them and then slipped fingers and palm under them and onto her bare ass. The moment I cupped her pert little ass, I closed my lips onto her nipple. 

Siena's body bucked in my grasp. She arched her back and pressed her chest against my mouth as I sucked on the nipple hard. "Oh my!" She shuddered. 

I squeezed her bares ass, pulling her hard against my hip bone with her crotch then held it tight against me. Siena ground her hips against me. Her hips surged against me, pulse after pulse. I released her nipple and found her lips again. Her kiss was fire and she gripped my head with one hand, knotting her fingers in my hair while the other clawed at my shoulder. The passion sang in her, twanging like an old saw under a violin bow. Her body fairly shook as she kissed me. My hand massaged her silky ass. She continued to bump and grind her pussy into my hip. I moved my hand lower into the slight cleft of her ass till I felt the wet kiss of her pussy on my fingertips.

Siena groaned and opened her legs a bit, bumping into Kyla's shoulder with her thigh. 

Below me, Kyla unhitched from my cock and stood carefully up, trailing a hand up as she rose, till it touched Siena's other, covered breast. The woman jerked loose from our kiss. Kyla smoothed the bra off that breast and licked her lips. Siena stared at her. I watched them, two women encountering themselves in each other. Kyla bent to kiss her breast. Siena bit her lip and sucked in air, closing her eyes. I bent and took her other nipple between my lips and bit gently down, increasing the pressure. The woman's surging hips quickened and then, as my lips closed and I released the nipple to suck on it hard, she tensed. Her body tightened and she ground her pussy against me. She shuddered and became still. I released her nipple and lifted my head. I kissed her slightly parted lips. 

The woman's eyes squinted at me and she cooed. She leaned into the kiss again, moving to stand against me, shrugging Kyla aside. Finding my hard cock with her crotch and pressing against me, She ground against me several times before pulling away. 

For a moment we all looked back and forth from one to the other. 

"I want to watch." Siena whispered. "Please. I want to see you, you ah, see you do her." She smiled, this time a stronger more engaged smile. "From behind. Quickly, they will miss me soon."

Kyla finished standing up and lifted her miniskirt. She was fully bare. Her panties had gotten lost in the night's shopping shuffle. 

"From behind." Siena said. She nodded then, her eyes lidded, half closed, a quirky smile on her full, smeared lips. "Yes, from behind. I want to see that." Her voice was breathy, dreamy. She lifted a hand and stroked my face. "Please, Ronny will love to hear of it. You, you, you and her, from behind. Yes." She sounded drunk, slurring her words and careless of the King's English, mangling the meaning but leaving it discernable. 

We all moved around till Kyla was facing the wall and I stood behind her, caressing her ass with my cock. She wheezed before me. 

"Enter her." Siena said, moving in beside me and looping an arm onto my shoulder. She smiled and put her other hand on Kyla's ass. Kyla moaned. Siena's hand slipped inside my shirt and she brushed fingers along my chest to my own nipple. She coated my side with her body, kissing my ear lightly. The thrill ran through me like a chill. I started to sweat. 

I bent my knees and Siena bent with me, moving her hand along Kyla's flank to grasp my cock. Her hand felt good on my cock. This slight blond woman was intent on watching us fuck. I loved that feeling, her intense focus on what we were about to do. Siena directed my cock, painting the damp head along Kyla's wondrous ass. She nuzzled it along Kyla's crack. Kyla arched her back and she flinched when she felt the head of my cock against the pursed, aroused lips of her pussy. Siena stroked her with my cock. I felt her finger lay along the side of my cock, feeling Kyla as she maneuvered my cock to enter her. Siena pumped her hips at me, pressing me harder against Kyla. Siena pulled at my cock then my cock head and Siena's intimate finger slid into Kyla's flexing pussy. The lips parted and we entered her. Siena's finger ran before me, piercing the woman we were fucking before withdrawing. 

Her lips kissed my ear. "Fuck her." She hissed violently, her high little voice husky with urgent desire. "Fuck her, hard, fuck her hard, fuck her." Siena chanted. 

I thrust hard and Kyla squealed before gasping and blowing hard. My cock penetrated the bent woman. Her body trembled. Siena's hand lay between Kyla's ass and my bare abdomen. I pulled back and plunged into Kyla and Siena's hand grazed the length of my cock as I withdrew and then we smashed it between us when I pressed my cock home into Kyla's well lubricated cunt. 

"Do her." Siena whispered into my ear. Her breath tickled and the tingle lit me up. The sensation of her lips kissing my ear sparkled throughout my body. "Her ass. I want to see you fuck her ass." Siena whispered. One of her hands found mine and in it, was a small tube of something. 

I felt over the little tube and found no cap. I squeezed it and the lube came out. I pulled out of Kyla's oozing pussy and swathed the oil against the entrance to her ass. She moaned. I got more oil on my finger and shoved into Kyla's welcoming ass. She arched her back, her head pressed against her folded arms. Siena's hand found my cock. With her other hand, she gently stroked Kyla's pussy, hugging the quivering woman with her lithe body. Kyla, realizing who was touching her, moaned. 

"Her skin, it is so soft." Siena whispered. "Does she, is she, I have never touched a woman like this." Her voice was tight. She licked her lips. 

My finger slid into Kyla's amazing and awesome ass. Kyla greeted me with a soft but distinct squeeze before releasing and turning all gooey and soft. I shoved my finger deeper. Her hips flinched, bucking once. Siena's eyes widened and she grinned at me. She reached around the bent woman and as she dug a finger into Kyla's weeping pussy, Siena grinned. Kyla moaned. Siena ran her finger in and out of Kyla for a minute. I matched the motion as closely as I could with my finger, jamming it into Kyla's ass. When Kyla growled and her hips tensed, Siena pulled her finger from Kyla's pussy. She looked at me, eye shining. She put her damp hand to my wrist and removed my greased finger from Kyla's ass hole. Siena gripped my wrist and moved it up to her face. She looked at it and smiled. She nodded. "She is ready." Then she directed my cock higher to meet Kyla's asshole. 

"In her." Siena whispered into my ear, her body, laying along my back, writhed against me, her crotch grinding into my ass cheek. Her lithe body shivered against me. I imagined I felt the hard nubs of her tits against my back. Her finger found mine, just at the entrance to Kyla's body. She pushed my finger into Kyla. Kyla shuddered and groaned something like "yes" but the sound was indistinct. Maybe I was projecting. I wanted to feel Kyla Clark's ass again. The memory of her incredible ass exploded in m and I could not breathe. 

My cock head touched Kyla's ass and I was penetrating her body. Siena pressed me from behind. I bumped back against her to get a little leverage and shoved my cock steadily into Kyla. Kyla groaned louder. Siena left me. The next moment she was standing beside us, staring down at my cock, now half buried in Kyla Clarks sumptuous ass. Kyla twisted her head to look at the blond woman. Siena bent and kissed Kyla on the lips, her torso bending impossible to meet Kyla's lips with her own. I noted her flexibility and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. 

I pressed my cock deeper into Kyla who cooed into Siena's kiss. I withdrew carefully. Siena, feeling the shift in our balance broke the kiss with Kyla and looked at me. Her eyes glittered. "Fuck her ass. Fuck her hard." She whispered savagely. "Do it. Fuck your teacher in the ass!" Then she grinned and looked down at where I was joined to Kyla. 

Kyla groaned. 

I waited, searching for a new, different impetus but too, luxuriating in the miracle that is Kyla's ass. It seemed to ripple around me, tight and expressive. Kyla lost patience and arched her back, resheathing my cock into her ass, then she ground against me, ramming her ass full of cock. The sensation rattled me. 

"Fuck her hard." Siena hissed again. 

"Yessss." Kyla echoed in agreement. "Fuck my ass!" 

I did. I began to ram my cock into her, grinding into her, her plush butt conforming to my body, sealing her invitingly soft cushions against my body. For a moment, I focused on her great ass, grinding deep in her but focusing on the padding of her cheeks. Christ! I loved that feeling, her ass grinding back at me while my cock penetrated her ass, her plush cheeks massaging me. 

Siena watched me pump in and out of a Kyla a few times. Then she smiled brightly and kissed us both. "You're on your own now, honey." She buttoned up her blouse, righting her bra as she did so. 

I looked at her and said, "Wait, don't go. I want to fuck you too." 

She crinkled her nose. "I only take it in the puss deary and I think we are past that, don't you?" She smiled but I glimpsed something in her eyes that seemed unsavory, even predatory. She did kiss me but then I concentrated on the ass I was fucking. 

I continued to plunge into Kyla's ass, grunting with effort. Kyla blossomed about me, her ass welcoming but expressive and tight at the same time. I was fucking her ass and her ass pulled at me, sucking my cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. The pressure was intense and the pleasure powerful. When my orgasm struck me, it was so profound I spent all my energy keeping the shout confined in my heaving chest. I thrust my cock into Kyla and filled her with load after load of cum. She shivered and ground her ass back at me as I orgasmed. My ecstasy communicated to her directly through my cock jammed into her ass. 

When my eyes finally opened, Siena was gone. I did not even hear the door click. I sagged over Kyla's back. After a moment, she began to grunt with my weight and I found my legs. I pulled up my pants and sat on the chair. Kyla straightened. She moved to sit astride my legs. "My nipples. Kiss them." She hissed.

I pushed up her sweater and bra and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard. 

Kyla barked with passion and a moment later, a hand between us, rubbing under her skirt, she came while I licked and sucked her breasts. She bucked at me for a moment and then she stood up. 

"So nice! We better go." She panted. 

We walked out of the store together. Once outside, she turned around and went back inside. She emerged with a package. "I thought we should buy something after the good service we got." She held up a card. "Plus I got her phone number." We left the mall together but parted at her car. 

I drove home, weary. I had a lot of work to catch up on. I got home and found Tawny alone in the house. She asked where Mom was. 

"Out." I said. 

"Out where?"

"Out. That is all she told me. Said she would not be home this weekend. I get her car but I am staying in. I am so far behind I think I have work to do left over from high school."

I went up and went to work. I did lock my door. 

Saturday was more of the same. Occasionally during the long siege, I found myself thinking about Laura and what I had in store for her. The idea was formed I needed to call all the women. Chris and I would fuck them all and then Laura would eat them. We'd do it in stores around the city. At the end, after fucking two of the MILFs each, Chris and I would take Laura home and fuck her, long, fast, slow, hard, however she wanted. With Mom, we'd make it Laura's night. But in the meantime, I'd take her shopping. I still did not know how it all went together. I tried to work it out but in the end, I fell into a work hole and did not emerge till my phone rang late Saturday evening. 

I can be single-minded from time to time and that day I was a mind master. I got so much done I was feeling like hitting the hay early but the phone rang about ten-thirty. I was surprised no one had bothered me, even in the night. Whatever arrangement Mom had with the girls seemed to be holding. 

It was Landon on the phone. 

"Jesus, thank you for answering!" Landon said. He sounded hurried. "I am sorry for calling this late."

"Dude, its ten-thirty on a Saturday night. What are you, seventy?"

"Oh, yeah. You are balls deep in something, are you?"

"You mean someone?" I returned. 

Landon barked a laugh. "You aren't are you? Am I interrupting something? Please tell me you are doing something really boring!"

"Plenty boring, Landon, just studying. My balls are resting up after a hard day. What's up? 

He groaned. "You're gonna hate me." 

"For a little while."

"I need you to come down to the Moonlight Terrace. It's the bar at the Sentinel downtown. Know where that is?" 

"Now?" 

"Now. Immediately and dress good if you can. I'll explain when you get here."

I would have had more to say but the bugger hung up on me. Dress good? Whatever was up, it was fucking with his proper English. I stared at my phone and felt the reality of the situation strike me. I was done in. My mind was done studying for a while. I would just be wasting seat time, accomplishing nothing. Besides my ass was numb so it was likely my mind was and I had not noticed yet. My attention span was wing tip to wing tip on a mosquito. I shrugged, took a quick shower and found my phone ringing when I got back to my room.

It was Landon. "What are you doing, almost here?"

"No. I thought I should smell like I look. You know, pretty? I'll be there soon."

"Fucking hurry, Sonny." 

What the hell? I wondered as I flashed through my "make me pretty" ritual and with "good enough" going for me, left the house. Tawny and Georgia were in the living room watching TV when I left and waved but said nothing else, though they did glance at each other with some new, previously unsisterly look that had not been in their condescending lexicon of "Sonny, Sonny, what are you up to?" It was nearly quarter to twelve by the time I got parked and strode into the bar where a shot of scotch would cost me twenty bucks. I was sweating the prices when I saw Landon. He did not even let me sit but met me half way to where he sat at the bar and guided me out and to the elevators. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 12



When we were finally alone walking down a corridor on the sixtieth floor, he said. "I need your help, Sonny. Listen, Darlene is going to be down in the bar at twelve. She wants a threesome with, with two guys. She said she'd get me someone to share her with. She is a little nuts I think but she told me she would be working tonight. She said I could have her for a grand but she needed to do another guy first. She has expenses, she says. Fuck me." 

"Threesome?" I said blankly. Then my mind switched on and the mosquito got a lot bigger, pterodactyl-sized I think. "Threesome?"

Landon opened the door with a key card. We went inside and he pointed to my shirt. "Nice shirt." He slipped the card folder into my pocket. Then he pulled out a wad of twenties. Go down and have a scotch in the bar, when you see her, get her attention and have her come over. Wait for her to make her move and then when she is set, bring her up here. Don't worry about the money. She'll want a grand and will be clear about it. She knows you so she does not have to be careful," Landon stopped. "Right, Sonny?"

"Right what, Landon? That I am not the fuzz? Right. What is this?" I was still thinking "threesome"; I kept seeing the word in huge blinking pink and red neon in my mind's eye. It was damned distracting 

"You are going to fuck my girl." Landon said. 

"Jesus Christ, Landon. Your mother and now your girl. I'll be in hock to you up to my ears forever."

Landon patted my shoulder. "Not so, not so. I'll owe you. My alternative was to have her fuck some other guy. I'd rather share her with you. We have some experience with having a woman pinned between us. I'd rather it be you than some smelly booze hound with a lot of cash. Get going. She said I had till midnight when she quits being Cinderella and turns into a whore, her words."

"Threesome?" I said again, reading now. I am sure my eyes had that thousand mile stare. I was suddenly seeing Darlene Emerson with her hands over her head and Landon sucking at her big, beautiful, stout breasts. My cock told me to get some. "Threesome?" I said again. 

Landon finally slowed down, realizing I was in shock. "She said, she said she needed more bread. She had to fuck someone and when I offered to do her twice at twice the price, she got a little pissed. Told me she was in no way going to use her boyfriend as her sugar daddy. She said to find her a john or she would. What am I a fucking pimp?"

"Threesome." I said again. It seemed so stupid. We, Landon and I and the guys had orgied our mothers but this was different. Darlene was just eighteen. Somehow, it seemed all different from doing MILFs. Even Annie and Melissa Crawford seemed out of her league somehow. I don't mean that how it sounds, it's just, fuck, the feel of a young woman and her body is different than a MILF. "She wants." My mouth was still not bothering to do everything my brain was telling it. 

"The money. But she'll let us do her at the same time for the same price." He glanced at his watch. "You have to go. She is pretty good at getting a guy's attention, I think. I expect once she walks into the bar, there will be line so you have to be there first." 

I was pretty sure I heard a twinge of pride in his voice which made the whole moment seem that much more surreal and believe me, I know surreal. Turns out I was still a rookie. I held up my hands. "You want us to double-team your girlfriend?" I said. 

Landon finally looked right at me. His face worked then and then he nodded. "Okay. Yes. I want you to fuck my girl. Ass or pussy. You pick." 

"Ass. No, pussy." I said automatically. Having to choose warped me a little. I was far from the only one. Landon looked fucking nuts. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Landon, buddy, snap out of it! Do you get what you are asking?"

His eyes quit twitching all over the fucking place and met my gaze. After a half a minute, he nodded. "You were right. I have not really got it that she is a whore. Prostitute. Prostitute she calls herself. Or hooker." He shook his head. "Fuck me, Sonny, I'll do anything for her. She wants two guys, fine. You're the one. You have to go now. Go. Now!" 

Landon was clearly rattled. I left him in the room, watching me as I trotted back to the elevator from the door like I was his first grade son off to my first day of school. He even waved when I looked back. I had just ordered a twenty dollar scotch and paid for it with one of Landon's bills when Darlene appeared at the entrance to the bar. I had been thinking about how money had never been an issue between us; he had lots and I shared with three sisters which meant I was fucking broke most of the time. Seeing Darlene at the door of the bar looking like a million bucks unnerved me. More. If that was possible. The scotch seemed more like therapy than recreation. 

She scanned the room and I nodded at her. The look on her face told me Landon had not revealed his particular solution. She drifted over to me. Men stared at her with hunger and naked lust. Her breasts were clearly visible through the diaphanous dress she wore, moving as she moved, inviting everyone of us to stare at her, beautiful and braless. We did plus some women with a mélange of expressions on their faces as they sipped from their straws and tried not to be caught staring at the bold woman with the great, obvious and very, very proud breasts. 

The outfit she wore was simple but sexy, and familiar. Her top was a revealing something that looked like snake skin. 

Darlene sat down and held up a finger and told the bartender she wanted a Tequila Sunrise. When she brought it, Darlene clinked my glass and smiled. Another twenty. 

"Hello, Sonny." She said, a slight lisp in her voice. 

I did not recall the lisp. Her dress V-ed nearly to her belly button but black mesh ghosted her pearly skin the glistening, blue-green snake skin did not cover. Her breasts filled the faux-snakeskin making it seem metallic and commercial, which, I guess she was. When she twisted to reach for the pretzels, I choked. Her back was bare to the small of it with only a small band of the shimmering snakeskin across her broad shoulders. I almost reached out and touched it, her back I mean. Her flesh was luminescent and the aura around her, twinned with the erotic aroma of some perfume that lured me into her spell. I could see the twin arches of her ass clearly uncovered by the back of the dress with the dark crevasse that led to cornhole heaven or her pussy place. I shook my head. Something about the milieu was making me crude. I think I was having an allergic reaction to fucking my best friend's girl. It might have been the thousand bucks she was going to ask me for. My mind touched that but I think recoiled and repressed it because it went right out of my head. Might have been the gorgeous young woman sitting before me. 

I shook my head, again, trying to get the vision of the arches of her ass bound up in the dress out of my mind. 

"What's the matter? Lost your nerve?" Darlene smiled. 

"Darlene, I . . ." I did not have enough breath to stutter. This was Landon's love! The metallic green dress shimmered. I wanted to touch it. It was tight, sealing itself to her body, accenting the contours of her fully developed, succulent flesh. Cupping her breasts like I wanted to in the worst way. One thing I could not argue with, Landon had every reason to want to please this woman. Her sensuality seemed natural and unhurried but easy and carefree with just the right amount of lightheartedness to make it seem logical that she would share that eroticism with you. She was utterly enticing. "Darlene . . . " I stuttered again without any idea what I wanted to say or should be saying in this situation. My mind was freelancing, thinking this woman could make a fucking fortune which made a chortle rise up in my chest which I had to stifle. 

Darlene laughed. "Shit, Sonny, you have no idea what it is like to hear my actual name in this business." She sipped and looked me as she did so, bending her head forward rather than lifting the glass so her eyes regarded me out of her long, sexy lashes and past her pencil eyebrows. 

I gulped and drained my scotch. 

Darlene watched me throw it back and she smiled slightly and followed suit, downing the remainder of her Tequila Sunrise. "I guess we are going." She said. 

The flush of the scotch warped though me, singing that low song that makes you thrum with anticipation of something. In this instance, it was sitting right beside me. The fumes of the scotch and Darlene's sensuality wafted into my nostrils and I suddenly felt very, very willing to fuck her. Threesome? I thought. When she stood up, though, a chill ran down my back and I think my cock length went negative. I put a hand on her forearm and guided her back to her place. I signaled the bartender with two fingers. 

She came over, "Double scotch and a, a Tequila Sunrise?"

"Make mine a single and yes. Dead on." 

The woman, a stocky no-nonsense figure that relied on character rather than cleavage to please her patrons, grinned. "Take care of this one. She looks dangerous." 

I nodded. Suddenly I felt both the urge to touch Darlene, a hand on the knee or a caress of her side or even bumping the back of my hand against her breasts. I felt terribly guilty. 

Darlene was watching me and did not seem to hear the bartender's comment or ignored it. Her brown hair was cut and layered and puffed up so that it cluttered her shoulders and fell invitingly about them, clear to her breasts. In that moment I felt like I had seen her before, a ripple of déjà vu that shocked me. I sat muted and stunned trying to figure out where I had seen this woman before. Of course, that was a stupid thought because Darlene and I had a class together in high school before I graduated. Of course I had seen her before! What a stupid sensation!

But then it struck me; that great "Ah ha!" moment that is so luscious when it does not stand your hair on end. Darlene looked enough like Kyla Clark she could have been the woman's daughter. Seen together with Kyla and Landon, Darlene would look like his sister! My cock got suddenly very hard as visions of my three lovely sisters cavorted through my head. I shook it again but only succeeded in a vision of Darlene and Kyla as mother and daughter. I could not tell if I needed more scotch or less. 

The bartender sat down our glasses. I dug out a twenty and dropped it on the bar. Then another when the woman arched a bushy eyebrow at me. 

"Change?" The female barkeep asked, dryly. 

I shook my head, afraid my voice would squeak if I tried to talk. My lizard brain committed a twist of the first order. A vision of the two women nude, Kyla Clark and Darlene Emerson kissing, taking cock and moaning out their pleasure as Landon and I fucked them while they kissed each other. This visions shimmered behind my glazing eyes. My cock sprang to attention and my whole body shivered. 

New plan, I thought. Then I realized what I was thinking and I gulped my scotch down again. How could I get Kyla and Darlene to fuck us? "She's a hooker." I thought. "A couple grand and you can ram it to her." I think I needed less scotch but that was a matter of metabolism. I sipped more in that curious sort of logic that alcohol teaches. 

Darlene did not follow suit this time but took the straw in her drink and pulled the red liquid slowly up the clear straw to her pale pink but lusciously full lips. "Are you okay, Sonny?" She said after swallowing ostentatiously. 

I nodded. It was time to speak and I feared for my dignity if I tried to do anything complicated. "So, Ms. Emerson, how did you get into this business?" The words left my mouth before my hazed brain had time to stop it. I thought I would be wearing her Tequila Sunrise but Darlene took another drink and pushed it away. 

"Landon is waiting." She said. 

I nodded. "Fuck him." I muttered, not meaning it but I was reluctant to show this ravishing woman that I was scared spitless. Then I grinned, "Making him wait for you, I am thinking that might be a little bit fun."

Darlene smiled at me. When her hand touched my leg, I felt it in the roots of my teeth. There was fucking something about her, something about her manner that made her seem accessible, mysterious and desirable all twisted up in a single package of T&A. I could see why she could demand a thousand bucks at a swing. Fucking her must seem like a trip into orbit for a common man, or even a master-of-the-universe Euro-trash like Hans von whoever. 

"Thanks, Sonny, for doing this, I mean. When I told Landon I needed the money tonight, he offered to pay me two grand for a go but I would not do that. We working girls have ethics and standards you know. He insisted that you would help me out, be happy to. I was not sure he meant it but here you are. He said you were the best friend a guy could have and you would join us so, well, so he did not have to call me Candy Swanson all night."

I wanted to fixate on the idea that she acted surprised when she saw me and Landon did not think she knew I would be here. People get the strangest ideas, conclusions drawn from the same fucking conversation . . . I gave up on that line of thought. I concentrated on the here and now. 

"Why would he call you Candy . . . oh, yeah. You mean if you found another, I get it." I tried to seem worldly but this all rattled me to my core. I know, seems stupid for a guy with a nearly completed MILF List but everything is not the same and when you encounter the difference between an experienced MILF who by the way happens to be your mommy and a girl who apparently sold her ass for a grand; it tends to make an impression. My best buddy was in love with this woman and I wanted to fuck her. What a scene! He wanted me to. It was his idea! Big difference from sexual admiration managed in private. 

Darlene smiled and for the first time, I noticed she had dimples. The smile gave her a look of innocence but her eyes held a steadiness that made the innocence seem . . . different. "You are so cute, Sonny. I'm glad it's you." 

"So, a Candy . . . " It was harder than I thought to switch gears. 

Darlene laid a hand on my arm. She turned on the stool and crossed her legs right in front of me, exposing them before her and to my eyes. What legs! My god I almost swallowed my tongue. God but I love women! She leaned an elbow on the bar. "Darlene, Sonny. Let's not make this too professional. We do know each other and you did me a solid the other night. I was, a, worried about that conversation with him, with Landon. He seemed so blasé about it, I was worried that he, well, whatever. You put my mind at ease." She pulled more Tequila Sunrise up the straw into her pursed pink lips. "First, I would never have thought I would fall for Landon Clark. Or, best of all possible worlds that he would fall for me." She looked at the face of her phone laying on the bar. "It is a quarter after midnight, shouldn't we be going. 

I nodded, then shook my head violently. "Not ready. I am sorry, Darlene, I am having a tough time getting my brain around this. My best buddy calls me and tells me to come fuck his girl? You know that does not happen every day in the male world, right?"

Darlene laughed and turned to sit beside me, her legs under the bar, the shiny silver five-inchers hooked on the rung. Yes, I looked. Her legs shimmered with hose or whatever. Her tight skirt seized her body and presented it for inspection. I just had to glance to see so I did. Then my imagination interfered. The vision of her in garters nearly unhinged me. Getting the picture? I was definitely feeling out of control. 

"Sonny, Landon said you were the best buddy a guy could have. Now I see why." She turned to face me again, leaning on an elbow. "Landon is a selfish prick and wants me all to myself but I have to turn a couple tricks tonight and doubling my price on my boyfriend just does not seem right. It is a stretch to charge him for, ah, it. But a girl does what she has to." She grinned. "He insisted."

I almost laughed but saw my opening to extend the conversation. My cock was rock solid focused on the situation but the rest of me was far from sure that I should give my cock his due and fuck this woman. "Wait right there, Darlene. That is what I just do not fucking get. You are actually Darlene Emerson, right? Or am I confused?"

Darlene nodded, her eyes suddenly serious. "Yes, Sonny."

The way she said that made my mouth go dry. I love it when I hear my name taken in vain like that! I know I have said it before but fuck me I love it! I shook myself, mentally. I had to focus and surprisingly, I could. "And your father is Constantine Emerson, right?" 

Darlene nodded. 

"And he is one of the richest men . . . " 

She was shaking her head. 

"You don't understand." She breathed. 

" . . . in the city and so it does not make sense to me that you are, a, hooking." I looked around. No one paid us any mind but the bartender who's eyes twitched over to me as I looked around. 

Darlene nodded. "My father lost everything. In the crash, he bought lots of securities that turned out to be filled to overflowing with bad paper. He invested everything he had, we had, convinced that the market would remain strong even after Lehman when down. We are broke. We have been living off his reputation since then. We owe everybody. I would not have discovered it if I had not turned 18 and tried to access my trust. Somehow, the trust my mother's father left me worth five million, Daddy had penetrated it and it was empty. There was only $2,127.19 in it by the time I got to it. Hardly enough to pay for Stanford. I went to mother and it was like I was trying to tell her that daddy fucked my ass. She would have none of it. She insisted that we were fine and Daddy would figure it all out. I just had to be patient, something I am not long on. Patience, I mean. When I confronted Daddy, he said I did not understand, that he had borrowed from the trust and it would be there before I needed it. 

"He told me to go ahead and apply. So I did. They asked if I needed financial aid and I said yes and asked Daddy for his tax returns for the last three years. He refused. I broke into his office and found them and the shit had dummied up his tax returns to show he was still making 100 million a year or some such bullshit. He paid taxes on money he had not made and did not have! Can you fucking imagine!" 

"Shhhhh, Darlene." Her voice had risen and I saw the barkeep glancing at us. "Best not to attract attention, don't you think, since both of us are underage?"

Darlene smirked, all sign of the coquettish vamp was gone. "You think they care how old you are if you can afford to pay twenty bucks for a scotch? Those rules are for other people. In here, if you have the scratch, you have the right to the catch. The only time they get uppity is if you don't pay or something." She looked around. 

I said, "Maybe we better go. Landon will be . . . "

Her phone rang. She gave me that sort of look you never want to get and answered. "Hi Sweetie! Yes, he's here. No. We're having a drink or two. No. He says if he is going to fuck his best friend's girl he wants to get to know her first. I think that is perfectly sweet, don't you. We'll be up when Sonny is ready. What's the matter, afraid he will bug out on you and make you find someone else to fuck me?" She made a kid's face at me, screwing up that sexy mug to look like a ten year old's, which deflated my cock. "No, sweetie. Don't worry. As Sonny has pointed out, it is not every day a guy is asked to fuck his best friend's girlfriend by his best friend." She tittered. "I like how that sounds—girlfriend! I am your girlfriend, right? I thought so, so fix yourself a drink and we'll be there when we get there, okay!" She hung up and looked back to me. "You were right! That was kinda fun. Where were we?"




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 13



A MILF Reward: Giving a MILF to Her Son



Author's Note: Finally the next chapter is ready. I have the next two in first draft and should be ready in a few weeks. Thanks for your patience. I hope you all enjoy the rest of the MILF List. It has been a blast to write. Vote, leave some good notes. I am still looking for an editor but I have taken more time to get this one edited so I hope there are fewer flaws than were in the past few. Thanks again for all the support.          

Regards, -C







I did not wake till noon. My big plans for being caught up on class work before I went back to class on Monday remained in place but as yet still unfulfilled. I hit the books but then remembered a thought that had surfaced during the drive home. Well, it resurfaced from somewhere and sometime. I dialed Sid Kingston's number before I lost my nerve. 

"Hello?" Sid said, his voice tense. "Who is this?" 

I felt slighted. Least he could do is remember my number and name me in his phone. I suddenly felt small. "Sonny Duncan." I said. 

"Oh, Sonny! How you doing? You mom is fucking me again, the third time in three days. She is sitting down on me, trying to see if she can get it all in from that angle. What, uh, uh, uh, can I do for you?"

"Sid, I need some money." I said. Suddenly, as the words got past my teeth, I felt how bad that sounded. His hardened voice told me I was right. 

"Money? Why are you asking me for money?" He said. "You ask for money after giving me your mother?"

"Bad idea." I said. "Forget it. I never called. I have not had enough sleep." I hung up, shaking but not afraid. 

A minute later, the phone rang and it was Sid. "Sonny, hey Sonny, wait a moment. Hang on. I am sorry, I wasn't thinking straight. People ask me for money all the time but never while I am fucking their mother. Seems like a different set of circumstances than I usually encounter."

"I am sorry, Sid, I should not have called. It was a bad thought."

"What do you need money for?"

You know, in most stories, when someone is asked about the reasoning behind a seemingly crazy request, they never help themselves by trying to explain. I am not sure why. If you want someone to be rational, they have to have all the information. Maybe it is to avoid rejection but if that is true, then you weren't asking in the first place, were you? So I told him what I was thinking. 

"I want to take Laura Wills shopping and I don't have any money."

"Shopping?" 

I could hear the skepticism in his voice. "Well, okay, that still sounds stupid. Listen Sid, what I have been doing, you know with the MILF List . . . "

"Fucking my wife and all your friend's mothers?" He said. 

Though his voice sounded reasonable, I imagined how it actually sounded, what the meaning seemed to be. "Well, yes. I, uh, I have prepped the MILFs. The guys, fuck Sid it was their idea and they always hand shit like this to me. I was supposedly the only one . . . I am sorry, am I interrupting something?" I was whining, suddenly defensive and unnerved by describing my behavior to the husband of a woman I had subjected to incredible erotic use, which, by the way, she loved.  The man intimidated me but I did not hang up. I needed his help. I relaxed my grip on my cell, I did not have the money to get another one if I crushed this one. 

"Yes, Sonny. But that is already done. She got all weird trying to fit over my cock while I chatted with you.  Your mom is frigging herself trying to get oily enough to take me again. She wasn't going to make it riding me yet so really no loss. What did you do with Annie? I haven't heard from her?"

"I am sure she is having a good time." I said.  I stopped, not sure how to continue. 

"Go on. Take your time. Tell me everything."

"I had to fuck my mom because she was supposedly the one glitch in our plan to fuck our MILFs, make them all air tight." 

"Okay." Sid laughed. "That was hardly accurate, huh?"

I chuckled too. "Who knew? Mom was . . . " I almost ratted her out and exposed my sisters to Sid Kingston's cock. Instead I said, ". . . She was demure as hell. I had no idea she would be good with being put on waivers and traded to a visiting team, pussy and all." 

Sid laughed. "I get it. You had to fuck your mother first. Why? The others were presumed to be sure things?"

Fuck, the guy was quick. "Right. Anyway, I did. I fucked them all. Myself. Just me. Well, except for one little variation when we, a, Brent and I fucked Mom, Laura Wills and Annie, uh, your wife."

"Uh huh. How did that happen?" Sid asked. 

I hesitated. I did not want to rat Annie out but hey, if she was gaming Sid, that was her problem, not mine. At this stage, the last thing I wanted to do was piss Sid off and fuck up the situation. Mom would never forgive me or Alissa or as I thought about it, Annie herself, for that matter. Annie herself was enjoying her brand of fuck me fast, hide and go seek. "Annie caught Laura kissing me, well, actually I made sure Annie saw me kissing Mrs. Wills. I figured Mrs. Kingston would eventually start talking about it and sooner or later my mom would hear about it. I was going to confess to being in love with this older woman and then see if I could get mom to fuck me to get me over the reality of it. I though for sure she feel the need to explain to me about being in love with a married woman."  I knew I was not making a lot of sense, but that was sort of the point.  If a guy makes too much sense in these situations you look like a psychopath.

"Okay. Not what happened, I gather? Sounds like it was a little thin. She didn't buy it? You did something else?"

I chortled. "Not hardly. I did Laura, while Mom watched, did her right in our kitchen. While Mrs. Wills panted and came on the kitchen table I think we all three realized that Mom could not be on the sidelines while I did the dirty with Laura. So we arranged to have Laura over again and I was going to fuck Mom, or something like that. Anyway, Annie, she caught Laura on the way over to knock boots with me and demanded a turn. Now that I think is about it, I wonder if the women were not negotiating to see who fucked me. Anyway, when I got there, Annie was eating Laura and mom was frigging herself. Brent and I fucked the three of them . . . but that is beside the point."

"Not to me it isn't. You say my dear little Annie horned in on your twofer?" 

"I guess. She was there, face down in Laura Wills when I arrived."

"And that led to you tying her up and giving her to your buddies?"

I wondered how he knew about that. Had I told him? No idea. My cock works way better than my memory.  I mentally ignored that little tidbit. "She was a bitch to us and I was a little pissed, worried that she would rat me out, fucking my mother and all." 

"Uh huh."

"I thought I saw that she liked to be controlled, you know, used. She likes to have a man take from her what she is loath to surrender but wants them to have in the worst way."

"Fuck me, that is Annie to a T." Sid agreed. "Always fighting against what she wants the most just to make you force it down her throat, er, so to speak. I never understood that until I watched you guys running the ramrod up her cannon. Even knowing I was watching her, she was turned on by you guys."

"I realized somewhere along the line that we, me and my friends, we needed to practice airtight on someone. Just jumping in and trying to fuck our mothers, any of them, without some chance for everyone to get used to the idea of the whole situation seemed like a problem. I needed some half way method, someone to practice on, as it were. It wasn't like we had shared a woman before that. We were normal guys till the MILF list became real. I needed someone to go first but none of our mothers seemed like a good solution. Annie seemed more than willing, once we had all fucked her. To be airtight, I mean. So we did. Every hole at the same time."

"Every hole." Sid echoed. 

I could not read his voice so I went on, a little nervously I'll admit. "Well, to make a long story short," but Sid interrupted me. 

"No, no short cuts. Tell me everything." He waited while I gulped and searched for words. "Hey, I don't mean the whole play by play. She, Annie told me about it, about you guys tying her up and fucking her. It was a confession and she was, what would I call it? Contrite? That, but she seemed real excited about it all."

I nodded to my phone.  "I know she liked it, Sid. Honest. I think she came all the way through it. Ass, mouth, cunt," I stopped, my head pounding with the pressure of describing this to her husband. "She loved it. She made us promise that we would come to her house, fuck her, ass over tea kettle whenever we wanted. She lit up like a Christmas tree when we crammed cocks into her and all she could do is grunt and come."

"Fuck me running!" Sid breathed. "I don't much like to watch but I wish I could have seen that. We always have to be so fucking careful. I don't want to open her up like a rip tomato." 

I thought to myself, or turn her inside out. I nodded to myself again. "We did her good and it was fine. After that, it was airtight for all the other MILFs. Mom was easy but the other MILFs had only fucked me so I needed to introduce them each to the concept of motherfucking for real. So I got together with the son in each case and arranged to have them fuck their mothers, you know, while I fucked my mother. I figured it would be better for them if they watched me, er, and mom. Like we were showing them how. You know, so they did not feel so weird about it. But Laura Wills turned out to be a special case. She had already fucked one of us, er, two of us I guess. Annie ordered her around like a servant and it only made her come that much harder when we fucked her. It turned out that she enjoyed being around sex but having it denied to her. She liked being entered and sucking cocks and serving us, but not really participating. She wanted me to tell her not to come. I did.  She cleaned us off with towels, at first, then using her mouth on the women. Watching them, I guess she got reasonably accomplished at muff diving. She did as she was told. She served us all. I told her not to orgasm and it just made her more excited."

"A submissive? Fuck me, I know some places in the world where a blond like her could make a fortune playing that game."

"No." I said. "I don't think it is like that for her but I am not sure, not like I'm an expert or nothing. I think she liked being involved in the MILF List and likes seeing us fucking our own mothers. She takes a little pain with her coffee too but ultimately, I think she is just wired differently. She loves to be fucked and to be denied it for as long as possible. I think seeing it, watching other women come unglued with ecstasy thrills her to her short and curlies."

"Okay." Sid said, neutrally. 

"So, with the others, I and their son fucked them, with Mom there or at least involved. Mostly, I did it this way to make sure no one freaked when we all got naked and lined up to fuck a mom and she had to confront fucking her own son. That way, her son could fuck her and she could relax and fuck the rest of us and work through the delight of being fucked by five guys intent on making her come without being bothered by being entered by her baby boy." I realized I was repeating myself and stopped talking. I suddenly shivered with adrenaline. Talking about it, the MILF list this way was, well, it was strange. Telling Sid about it, even after all we had done, it just felt strange in a tingly, make-me-hard sort of way. I was hard and I just did not know how I should be feeling about that. I was aroused; no doubt about that. The MILF list was real! We were fucking our mothers and our mothers were fucking us. I felt how surreal that was. 

"I see. Mrs. Wills, she is a special case because she has been available as a fluffer to the other ladies?"

I nodded, felt stupid. I just keep doing that. I said, speaking out loud, "Right. She has been a jewel in all this and I want to give her something special. My thought is that she should go shopping with me. I'll buy her some really sexy stuff, I am not sure about what yet. At the first store, we run into MILF #1. Chris and I are both there. We fuck MILF #1 and then have Laura eat her. Store number two, rinse and repeat. Till it is just Laura, Chris and I. We fuck her as well and as completely as possible. In the few months since this all started, she has not had a fully sexual encounter of this type since that first couple days when I initiated her. I thought it would be fitting to give her what she wanted; teasing her till she is ready to scream and then fucking her to so many orgasms she cannot breathe right for days. I want her to remember the first time her son entered her and came inside her body, if it has not already happened, she should remember when he came in her ass while she rides my cock. Or something like that." I finished lamely. 

"Sounds fun. I can imagine why you want to give her that particular gift." 

"Well," I grinned, "the MILF list is, how would you say it? The gift that keeps on giving?  I don't think anyone wants to put it back on the shelf just yet. We'll put things back to normal eventually. Just not yet. Laura, Mrs. Wills really deserves something special." 

"And you need money to buy her stuff so she is thrilled by the shopping mixed with being fucked so thoroughly?"

I nodded again. Felt stupid again. "That's right." I said out loud. 

"How much do you need?"

I shrugged. Felt stupid. My head was not screwed on very tight I could tell. I was actually asking this man for money to make the MILF list better! But I was doing it. I had that falling sensation I started the MILF list with. But I had found the guy a female attorney and was keeping his rich little wife happy as a clam, so, if you squinted a little, he owed me? Right. Sure. But how much?  "I don't know. Couple hundred maybe?" I really had not thought this through very well, note to self. I guess I was focused on the MILFs and the fun of running into them in a department store and then fucking them. The buzz of doing Kyla with Siena right there, a strange woman who liked to watch, that informed this whole idea. That whole thing captivated me and I ended up getting distracted from some of the more essential details. 

Sid chuckled, his low gravelly voice replete with amusement. "Son, that would last you about ten minutes if you want her wet in a clothing store. And she has exhausted the erotic potential of window shopping. I'll send a couple grand home with Cici. I'll offer it to her and see how she responds if she thinks I am trying to pay her for sex." His rumbling chuckle held real amusement. "That should be interesting, see how she likes having money put in her hand after riding my cock. If she likes it . . . scratch that thought. She'll have it when you pick her up this evening.  Six o'clock." 

"Thanks Sid." I said. I did not know what else to say. 

"Sonny, figure out something special for Annie, would you? I leave on Tuesday."

I hesitated. I wondered if he knew about his wife's delight with being fucked with force? "I'll line up the guys and do her all week long." I said, hoping that was what was on his mind. Then I wondered if I had just sold our services, servicing his wife for two grand?  I shook my head. For some reason, making this a mercantile exchange ruined it for me. I like orgasms but coming when you look at a bank statement just seems weird and not in a good way. "We'll take good care of your Annie, Sid." I said, not realizing how casual that sounded. Sid did not seem offended. 

"Good. I have never seen her calmer. She is high strung, even for a woman. I kind of hate to say this but I think she needs what you give her and no one knew it, not even her. And Sonny, that is a skill that no college degree is going to give you. Knowing that about her. Figuring it out is one thing but actually managing to provide her that sort of consistent ecstasy, that is a real talent. You should take that seriously. If you think that could be a vocation, I may be able to help but it means you'll never live any semblance of a normal life. Every woman you ever meet will be someone to figure out sexually. Most women would love having a man figure them out, even if it meant you turned their head in completely new directions. I think you might be good at that sort of thing.  Just something to think about." 

I nodded. Shook my head. Still felt stupid. Sid could not see me over the phone and I just could not seem to get that into my head.  I couldn't wait for video phones. How would that change the call that arrives in the midst of coitus? I wanted to laugh to relieve the tension but instead said, "I will, Sid. Thanks." 

He hung up and I went to work. It was a quarter to seven before I remembered I needed to go pick up Mom and wondered why no one called. I was on the way to the garage when the front door opened and Mom came in. She looked worn out but ebullient. She walked over to me and hugged me. Her walk was peculiar, her ass seemed to twitch further than it usually did or something. I wanted to look closely and see if she was bowlegged or something but figured staring like that would get me bonked. She did not speak but went upstairs, showered and went to bed. I worked late and went to school the next day, convinced I was forgetting something. 

I got home early and was studying on the semester projects I had pending, due pretty soon when I heard Mom get home from work. She went to her room and showered.  Her arrival prompted action because I finally remembered what I had forgotten. 

In my room I called Laura Wills. I did not have the money yet but I had faith. If Sid did not come through, I figured I could hit Landon up. It was a stretch but it was my only plan B.  I wanted to do it so, yes, I was getting out in front of myself a little. I had faith. 

"Mrs. Wills?"

"Hi, Sonny." 

"Is Chris home?"

"Yes. Finally. He was gone all weekend. You don't know where do you? Where has he been? When he got home last night he smelled like sex and seemed too tired to focus to the end of a sentence." 

No mention of Annie. "Are you asking as his mother or as our MILF?" I responded. 

Silence. After a long pause that punctuated the moment, Mrs. Wills spoke. "I am your MILF, Sonny.  Surely you know that by now. I will do anything you want me to do. Anything." Her voice had shifted into a breathy facsimile of Marilyn Monroe, the sort of voice that a woman on her back, full of cock and close to orgasm uses to communicate. Ms. Monroe must have enjoyed practicing that voice before she sang happy birthday. If Laura was fucking with me, it was working. Perfectly.  I could not tell if she was serious or not and that definitely fucked with me. So I ignored her. 

"What are you doing Friday evening?" 

"I have a board meeting for the Basics of Civilized Living." 

"Saturday morning?" 

"I am free." 

I heard the tautness in her voice, the sudden swell of excitement in it. I grinned to myself. "Laura, I have been meaning to repay your for your service." At that moment, Mom cracked my door and stepped inside, freshly washed, wearing a robe, her hair wet, straggles of glittering black tresses stuck to her white skin. 

"Sonny?" Laura said. 

"What time does Kingdom Mall open?"

"Nine." 

"I'll pick you up at eight-thirty." 

"Okay." She said. 

"I want to buy you some really nice stuff, Laura. You deserve it. After all you have put up with from me and the guys, your guys, you deserve something really nice. So be thinking of what you would want to buy. What stuff you would get if someone bought it for you that you would never dare get for yourself."

"Oh, okay. Thank you, very much, Sonny." I heard the disappointment in formality of her voice. It struck me as so odd that she would be disappointed, unless I or we had actually warped her out of shape and now she would rather suck our cocks than go shopping. It could happen, after all she was not married to any of us. But really? I shook my head, figuring I was the one that had warped out of shape. It felt okay. Really. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 13



"Eight-thirty, Laura." I almost told her to wear something comfortable but demurred, leaving her disappointed. Maybe she would work out of it. The solution was clear to me, though. "Oh, Mrs. Wills, tell Chris he is coming with us. He deserves something extra for going last."

"Last?" Laura Wills said softly. 

"Being set free to fuck you. All the other guys, they are fucking their mothers but not Chris. The two of you deserve something special for going along with this little situation. See you then." I hung up. I did not want to know if they were fucking or not. If they were . . . I could not finish the thought but if they weren't, it would mean Laura would be about to explode. Man this could be fun!

When I finished I focused on my mother who was standing over me. She was smiling down at me. It was a proud mother's smile. 

"You are a good man, Sonny Duncan." She said. She leaned over to kiss me but groaned. Her lips touched mine and she straightened. "Annie got home around four yesterday and she showed me how she liked to be spanked. That woman is nuts. Don't ever think spanking is my thing, Sonny. She said Mrs. Honeywell makes her look like a, what did she say, a vivvle? Whatever that is." 

"You know, a whiffle bat, maybe? Sit down, I need a minute." I knew what I had forgotten the previous night but I could not just ask my Mom for two grand, particularly if Sid had changed his mind or forgotten or something. Mom sat down on the bed, wincing. Her face flushed a little so I left that alone. I realized that I was a little ahead of the game but felt that Sid was a man of his word and I could get the cash one way or another. Still, the promise to pay for Laura's pretty things made me a little nervous, poor as I was. I put the concern aside. 

I draped myself over the back of my chair. "I have a little project. Chris and Laura are the last pair, you know, mother-son couple who are not actually doing it. I have told them, no fucking, well, no orgasms at least. They have been playing for several weeks. Chris has been making Annie when the pressure of having his own mother right there got too be too much to bear, knowing she was going to fuck him eventually. You were the one that told me Laura would like this, doing without, I mean. She has but now is the time. Laura must be about crazy with lust by now. We have all been in her, mouth and pussy and she has only come once by mistake when Brent did her, if I remember correctly." I was trying to think back and the effort distracted me for a minute. 

Mom listened like I was talking about who was zooming who in my social circle at school. She kept shifting her ass on the bed and finally stood up and lifted her robe and looked at her ass. "I think the bitch bruised me." She said, half to herself. "Mind if I stand? I have been fidgety all day." She rolled her eyes. "All I could think about was cock all day long. Sid's. Yours. I am a woman obsessed. I have never, ever been so horny in my entire life. I never before understood the spanking thing but now I see it focuses the mind on your ass and how it got that way, all day long, every moment you have something rubbing on your ass. It has made me wet all day. I'll just stand, okay?" 

I waved, ignoring the implication that she may be a spanking candidate after all, if the aftereffects were so luscious. I shook my head to empty it of such thoughts. I was probably wrong. Focus. "I have in mind taking Laura to the store, ah, like you heard."

Mom snapped her fingers. "I knew I was forgetting something. That man offered me money for taking him all the way inside. After about the fourth time, he finally relaxed and just rode, you know, like he finally felt comfortable doing me and not treating me like a China doll." Mom's face grimaced. She put a hand over her lips. "Oh my, I did not mean that. I mean, well, like he was going to split me in two. I had my doubts about what my body wanted but it apparently knew best. By Sunday afternoon, he could get inside me with only a little restriction. I may never be the same! I am blathering. I'll get your money." She disappeared and a few minutes later she returned. 

"Sonny, there is ten-thousand dollars in here." She handed the stack of hundred dollar bills to me. "Sid told me to take Laura to a jewelry store. I had no idea what he was talking about. He said to tell you to blow five grand on something big and glittery if it did not get her into trouble with the old man." Mom cocked her head. "I wonder what became of Jeb? He has simply disappeared. I'll have to ask her where he went. Anyway, Sid said buy her something fabulous. Five grand should do it. That will make her plenty wet. That was exactly what he said and I have to tell you, jewelry for a woman is foreplay." She snorted. "I was horrified that he would think I wanted money from him.  That magic missile he carries between his legs has my full attention.  The man offered me money to take that which I would gladly pay good money to feel inside of me." She grinned like she was proud of something. I suspect she was. 

I grinned and patted her hip. "You are worth every penny, Mom. I bet I could pay off my student loans with your talented ass." 

She smacked me. I deserved it. 

Mom snickered. "I did not know what he was doing when he handed it to me. I looked at it, a stack of cash that size you don't see every day. I asked him what that was and the smart ass said 'money'. Of course I knew that. Then he said you needed it. He also said to ask you to pardon him and that it was not a loan. Anne is sleeping through the night he said. I think he really loves that woman but not being able to, well, you know, he regrets it. Having a cock that size sort of limits a guy's options to talented women like myself." My demure mother had the good grace to blush, which she did and profusely. She did not often brag but she was now. "Doubt he ever had a girl's ass but with a cock that size, why would you need to? Any pussy that it fits in will be condom tight. I should know! He mounted Annie after she got in and he got inside her before it was time to bring me home. I don't understand their relationship but he seems strangely pleased that his wife is fucking the neighborhood."

"Fucking, Mom?"

She covered her mouth with a hand, gasping and coloring. 

I grinned. "He explained a little of his past with Annie. It is stranger than you can imagine. I am finding everyone who gets out at all is a little strange. Anyway, I am taking Laura out, with Chris, to buy them something but it is all going to be a setup. We'll go to several places and at each one will be one of the other MILFs, if I can get them all included, I mean, if you all will do it for us. Laura deserves it. Kyla is the only one she has not helped out but she will."

"You mean? What do you mean?"

I half nodded, Mom was first, when we were just figuring it all out. "Laura likes to serve, like you said. She loves to be ordered to suck or open her legs and let someone fuck her or to suck another woman's pussy. She gets so riled up, her cheeks turn pink and she starts to pant just before she comes. You've seen her, haven't you? Anyway, quit distracting me. She has been keeping everyone tidy and cleaning up after we finish, like she did with you. So going second is not so sloppy. When we needed a fluffer . . . "

"Fluffer? What is that?"

I smirked but Mom gave me the mom look and I replaced my disbelieving smirk with a very serious look. "A fluffer is someone who sucks cocks hard on the set for X rated movies. So I understand. Mom, don't look at me like that!" 

"Porn movies? What do you know about . . . " she laughed. "Never mind. I am still adjusting myself, I guess." 

"Laura has been helping the whole airtight thing but only because she likes it—although, no matter what, someone would have had to go last. It just happens that the whole milieu works to make her aroused and eager all the time. It is the waiting but also being the maid and the servant that gets her aroused. She even went out and bought a maid's outfit, several of them."

Mom was nodding. "Honey, we're best friends. She has told me about it and thinks you are a genius the way you have been dealing with her. And no, she is not coming or fucking Chris or anyone else for that matter. She says that she is aroused all the time, thinking about sex all the time. She thinks when her turn comes, it will be ten times better than anything we have had. She is so jazzed about it all, I think I am or was a little jealous. I told her about Sid the other day and taking him and she got really scared. I tell you, I do not know how you knew what she needed. She told me she never imagined that being on her knees, sucking a cock on demand would arouse her so much but it does." Mom smiled a "mom" smile. 

I felt fourteen again when she embarrassed me in front of my friends. "Well, anyway, I want to run into each of you in a different store. Chris or I will take you into a dressing room and fill you up, then the other guy will take Laura into the dressing room and make her clean you up. She'll eat all of her friends in one afternoon. Then Chris and I will take her home and fuck her for the rest of the weekend." I found my mother's face with my eyes. "What do you think? Stupid?"

Mom stared for a moment. She shook her head. "I think just knowing that you go to all this trouble to wind her up will make her love you more than she already does."

"Uh, Mom, how do you mean that?"

"Pussy love, honey. She'd fuck you at the intersection of Broadway and Main in any city in the country if that was what you wanted. She spends all of her time dreaming of the moment . . . oh my. I shouldn't tell you that, I suppose."

I shrugged, curious that she did not register that she already had. Does sex really make everyone a little stupid? "Like I don't know. Anyway, I have to call everyone and work out the times and the places where we will see each of you and who will be where when."

Mom got a 'look' on her face, like she was straining or something. "Honey, let me do that for, you. I think it would be cute to arrange it all." 

She seemed serious. I cocked my head and waited. She did not laugh and point so I decided she was serious. The idea of having that just handed to me seemed sort of wonderful and I guess I was a little suspicious. After waiting for a few moments, I realized she was waiting on me. "Well, okay, Mom. That would be great but are you sure that you want to be setting your son up to fuck your friends?"

Mom laughed as she got up to leave. "Don't worry about that, dear. Like you said, this is a phase. We'll get past this and look back on it fondly. It will be the year our sons fucked us all to failure and we'll cherish it. But we all know it cannot and will not last forever.  Besides, we moms, we all like this idea as much as you boys and getting you to do my friends, that is something a girl does not do everyday." At my door she looked back at me pensively. "I don't know if I should sleep with you or not."

"If I don't, it will confuse the girls."  I said. 

Mom nodded. "Good thought." Then my meaning clicked.  "I see. You don't want to end up fending them off, telling them no or something?" 

I nodded. "I'll be in, in a while. This week though, nothing but work. I am so far behind I may never die." Mom laughed knowing what I was referring to. I studied long into the night, showered and cozied up to my mother in the night. She relaxed into my arms, I kissed her and was suddenly hard. I mounted her and she woke. She was so stretched out I needed an oar to touch the side of the tunnel but she remained rich and luscious. I came, she went back to sleep and that was that. At least she wasn't sore, or too sore to deny me. It was like fucking a warm bucket of honey. Her kiss had been soft and loving but listless, so I used her body and she let me. We both woke happy and launched into the rest of a busy week. 

I kept my promise.  The rest of the week I only came up for air to make sure one of the guys was fucking Annie. She got plenty that week. Chris went over to her house while she was taking Sid to the airport and hid. Usually, she could hear us come in the patio door but he said he hid in the guest walk-in closet. She never knew he was there. She was getting ready for a shower when he grabbed her and fucked her against the wall of the hallway. She came as he did her. He said he spent the night fucking her and she screamed over and over. The next morning, he dragged her over to his mother's bedroom, early in the morning, and fucked Annie right beside his mother while Laura watched. 

Brent, Sammy and Landon all took a turn but I did not get any feedback from them. I was approaching parity with my education but I needed to get ahead before Laura's weekend. By Thursday Mom told me she had a schedule worked out with the other MILFs but only gave me the places and times. She said she thought it would be more fun for me to actually be a little surprised by whoever was first and second. By then, she pointed out, Laura would probably have figured out this was her day with her son, releasing her to fuck him as he liked. My mother is so thoughtful.

Me and the guys got together Thursday afternoon for pizza. It was a weird time for me. I was busting to tell Chris his waiting time was over and I was about to hand his mother over to his loving care. Landon was cool and gave no indication he knew his girl had sucked me off or that in all likelihood she was no more drunk that he was while we fiddled with her. I wanted to know if she was what I suspected, fucking with us but I wanted to know why first. All the kings men did not line up in that picture for me yet. I just could not make the pieces of Darlene fit together and that puzzled me.  

But we did manage to discuss Annie and her ass in some detail. She had been visited with surprise fucks plenty in the course of the week and she had orgasmed several times a day. If she was not faking, her pleasure muscles must be in great shape. It sounded like she got quite a work out.  Landon left first so I had no time to feel out his status with girlfriend or mother. Darlene's invitation to ask her for help and her sincerity puzzled me. I was not sure what the cost of taking her up on her offer would be. I wanted to fuck her but until Landon and her relationship sorted itself out, I was reluctant to contact her for a casual poke. I was pretty sure she would fuck me and that bothered me because I was not sure Landon knew that or worse, he might not care which confused me even more. We broke up but Brent, bless his heart, invited everyone over to fuck his mom. Sammy was all over that and they left. That left Chris and me. I told him about taking him and his mom out to buy some things that would pay them back for going last.  

He got all embarrassed and then looked at me and demanded how I was going to pay for anything he could not, when I did not even own a car of my own. I was stuck for a moment but then he nodded and grinned. 

"Fucking Landon! What a guy!" Chris chortled.  "He owes you and so do we all. He is making you look really good to me and mom by letting you give us what he could not do on his own." 

I thought about correcting that but merely shrugged. "Believe what you like, buddy but the money is mine and I want to spend it on you and Mrs. Wills." I intentionally used her married name, making it sound much more formal. 

"You going to fuck her?" Chris asked. 

"Do you think it is time?" I asked. 

"I think she is so wound up by this whole situation, she is ready to fuck a bicycle seat." 

"And you?" I pressed. 

Chris grinned a crooked grin that looked wrong on his perfect fact. "Annie might like a break." He said.  

I told him to be ready Saturday morning and that was that. 

Saturday arrived, a cold cloudy day. I woke early, before dawn even. I found it almost funny that I was excited by what I was planning. It was like I was planning a surprise birthday for someone and just the idea of that much pleasure for someone I cared about made me feel like I was about to burst. Plus, I slept in my own bed and had left mom alone since Wednesday, so, well, I woke with a cock I borrowed from Superman.  I thought about waiting but got up at seven and ventured out of a quiet house. I drove to the Wills house and parked in the street down from their house.  I quietly opened the gate and ventured around to Annie's house, hoping Chris was not there before me. She was asleep in her bed, a mop of black hair on the pillow. I quietly kissed her back and neck till she roused out of a dead sleep. She smelled fresh and clean so if someone fucked her on Friday, she got a nice shower after. I told her to get dressed, we were going next door. 

Despite the fact I figured I would be fucking three women that day, I thought I should spin out the first cum so when I did enter the first woman, whoever it turned out to be, I would not come right away and spoil the moment. Seems like such a fear would be beyond me but this whole thing had sort of gotten to me. I was nervous, like a virgin bride the night before the wedding. My cock was hard and Annie noticed, staring at my crotch while I watched her get dressed and do her toilet. She kept licking her lips but said nothing. She was bleary, silent and damn sexy in her dishabille. Her kinky black hair formed a tangled net over her face. 

Annie and I crept down her stairs. It seemed stupid because no one else was in the house, who were we going to disturb? We went next door and I was happy to see a light on.  I rapped on the glass of the patio door till a puzzled Laura Wills heard and let us in. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Wills.  How are you this morning? Ready for a day of shopping?"

She stared at me, looking back and forth between Annie and me. "Is she coming with us?" 

It had never occurred to me that she might think that but it was logical enough. I decided not to be caught out by her question.  My response was a little harsh but she complied with alacrity. 

"On your knees, Mrs. Wills. Annie needs a long hard one and I want you to make sure she gets what she wants." 

I give Laura credit. She did not even hesitate. She got to her knees right where she stood. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes and waited. I chuckled. If you have ever seen a woman on her knees with her head cocked back, eyes closed and mouth open you'd know what I mean.  Her hands held the lapels of her white robe, pulling it taut over her breasts. Fuck me, I lost my place and forgot what I was doing. I just stared at Mrs. Wills. Finally Laura opened her eyes and looked around. When she looked at me she reached out and patted my tented pants. Reassured, she closed her eyes again. I moved into the living room and sat down.  I gestured to Annie and she came to stand before me. Laura opened her eyes. I think she expected to hear a zipper and feel the head of my cock on the pad of her tongue; she looked a little disappointed. 

I turned Annie around and sat her down on the recliner, her ass between my thighs, pressed against my very hard cock. She twitched her little ass against me as soon as she felt my cock. I had made sure she wore panties when she dressed. She had watched me watch her, waiting for me to interfere or intervene. I had just watched silently while she brushed her teeth and washed out her mouth. Now she understood the preparation. 

"Mrs. Wills, come warm Mrs. Kingston up, if you please. I think she would like a little orgasm before I fuck her."

Annie immediately slung her legs over mine, spreading herself. She lay back against my chest, pressing her ass against my hard cock, grinding her ass onto me just a little but with intent.  "Sonny very hard. Be quick." She snapped. Annie could be a bit of a bitch but she liked the consequences so such bitchiness could be tolerated. The consequences and her reaction were pleasing in so many ways.  




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 13



Laura flinched to her feet then got back to her knees and crawled over to us, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at Annie's open crotch demurely draped with her black skirt. Laura waited. 

I realized she needed or wanted instructions. "Mrs. Wills, take off Annie's panties, please." 

Laura carefully lifted the drape of the skirt, her face a serious, intent mask. She licked her lips. She ran both hands up Annie's thighs. When she massaged the cloth covered pussy, Annie writhed in my lap. I felt her erotic response to Laura's hand on her. Laura then moved Annie's right leg off my leg and then the other, closing Annie up. She then leaned over Annie's knees, running her white hands up Annie's tan, golden legs. Over her knees and under the dress, up the thighs till her hands were clinched against Annie's waist. Then she ran them down the Chinese woman's legs again and back up. She repeated this a few times.  

Annie glared down at her, not really appreciating the tease. I crunched forward and kissed Annie's neck. Annie twisted her head and kissed me on the lips, incredible in her ability to twist her head and not damage something. I pressed my hands over her breasts, crushing her back against me, distracting her. While we kissed, lips and nothing else, I felt her tense and then lift her hips. When I opened my eyes, Laura had her panties at her knees. Delicately, Laura worked them over Annie's knees and down and off. She then put Annie's legs back into their original position, draped over my legs. I opened my legs further, spreading Annie while holding tight to her breasts. Her hands covered mine, holding me as I held her in place, spread open between my legs.  Laura then lifted Annie's black skirt and folded it up over her tummy, unveiling the woman's pussy. 

When Laura touched her, Annie jumped like she had been stung. Her body tensed and she pressed her back and head against me, her hands left mine, gripping the arms of the chair as Laura's fingers explored her mat of black pubic hair. Her hips jerked when Laura entered her, slipping a finger into her slick depths. Annie's hands found mine and I took firm hold of her and pushed my hips forward. Annie was scooted forward by my movement, right to the edge of the seat cushion. 

Laura looked up at me. Her big blue eyes glittering. 

I think she felt a sense of control, the sense of control over the woman spread before her.  She loved the feeling that Annie desired the pleasure the blond had to give. Laura smoothed her hands down Annie's silken thighs and sat up on her knees. She bowed her head and touched Annie's pussy lips with her tongue. 

"Ah fuck!" Annie grunted. 

Laura's face pressed into Annie harder. Annie bucked in my grip, her whole body flinching with the contact with Laura's mouth. Laura did not hesitate further. She hummed as she sank her tongue into the woman. Upstairs, I heard Chris bumping around.  His mother inserted a finger into Annie's pussy, rubbing Annie's clit as she did so. Annie shivered. Her head twisted and she sought my mouth. I bent to meet her full lips. her kiss was ravenous, her hands strained against my hold on them. She struggled against my restraint, fighting me, but reveling in her inability to escape the mouth at her cunt and the lack of freedom for her arms. She struggled, moaning into my mouth, seeking the kiss but fighting it. She could not escape. Her calves were mashing against my knees but I held her legs open with my knees for the blond woman on her knees between our legs. 

Laura pressed her face deeper into Annie. Whatever she did, it electrified Annie. Annie began to shake and then her hips bucked at Laura. I tapped Laura on the head and released Annie's questing mouth. "Pull her forward." I grunted. 

Annie was panting.  Her eyes were wild with passion. She was grunting, little syllables that echoed with urgent need. 

Laura gripped her tense legs and pulled her forward till her ass was dangling between my thighs. I proceeded to unbuckle my pants and free my cock with one hand while the other held Annie still. When my cock was bare and erectly so, I nodded at Laura. She sat up and together we lifted Annie's squirming body, moving her back over me.  Annie struggled but together, Laura and I held her in place, positioning her pussy over my cock, Laura fine tuning the positioning. Laura took careful hold of my cock and ran the head through the furrow of Annie's pussy, plowing her with a shallow stroke that stilled her struggles. She sighed, leaning forward, consumed with the sensation, shivering with excitement, tense with anticipation of penetration. She wanted it.  

Laura bent forward and licked the woman spread over me, sucking at the top of her pussy as we relaxed and Annie's body settled down slowly onto my cock. Annie whined, like a frightened puppy. Her thighs quivered and settled onto mine and she immediately used up the leverage that gave her to lift her pussy off my cock. Laura withdrew, grasped Annie by the hips and jammed her violently down onto my cock. I pierced the woman and Annie shrieked. Her whole body bucked as a penetrating orgasm wracked her. 

I heard Chris clomping across the floor upstairs and then I heard him on the stairs. His voice punctuated my penetration of the woman on top of me. 

"Jesus Christ, Sonny, what are you doing to that poor woman."

"Fuck, fuck, fucking her." I panted. 

Laura was forcing Annie's hips down, jerking them back and forth, grinding us together.  Annie squirmed, then she tensed as a new flash of pleasure ran through her. Her pussy writhed around my cock, pulling and taunting it with the pleasure of her hold. 

"Her arms, hold her, pull her forward." I grunted. 

Laura took control of Annie's arms, gripping her wrists. She pulled the woman off my chest, which made it a little easier to breathe. Annie was not that heavy but still. The move, though, levered my cock more firmly into her body. Annie grunted, resisted and Laura dropped one arm and slapped Annie across the face. Annie was shocked, she relaxed, bending the direction Laura was pulling her, shoving my cock deeper into her pussy. The chair prevented her from changing position. In a moment, Laura had a good hold on both arms and was bending Annie forward between my legs. The position created tension in Annie that cinched my cock with a tight hold. I put my hands on her hips and began to grind her against my crotch. Laura had hold of her and she could not sit up, so all Annie could really do was grind her pussy onto my cock, and well, come. Discovering that, she did so with vigor quaking with small orgasm after orgasm. Soon, she found enough purchase that, with my help, she could lift her ass a little. She began to stroke my cock into and out of her pussy, a few inches at a time. Her ass accelerated and I knew she was chasing an larger orgasm.  When she came, her pussy convulsed, clamping down on me with velvet delight. Annie jerked, her whole body tensing and relaxing in a series of motions that fixed us together. Then all at once, she went utterly and completely limp. Her ragged breathing rasped in the quiet room. 

"Did you come, sir?" Laura asked. 

I was surprised that she spoke and almost reprimanded her. "No." I said, taking the question to be a matter of care and not an invasion of privacy. She did not respond.  "Get her on the floor." I said. Suddenly I just wanted to be inside of her pussy, pumping Annie full of cum. Together we maneuvered the nearly unresponsive woman onto her back. I got to my knees between her legs and entered her. She barely responded on the outside but on the inside, her pussy roiled, squeezing me and tugging me deeper. She knew I was there. I jammed my cock deeper, rooting it into the woman as far as it would go. As I thought, this position released my orgasm. It geysered up out of me like a banshee, fierce and violent, shredding me. I began to cum. Suddenly, as suddenly as she had gone limp, Annie returned. Her body convulsed and her hips jerked up at me, seating my spouting cock deeper into her. She fought loose from Laura who had been holding her by the ankles. Her legs and arms wrapped around and she bent up, coiling around me while I pumped load after load of cum into her. She bucked, she thrashed, she finally squeaked and then groaned, falling away from me, her eyes wild with ecstasy. 

My orgasm ran its course and I lay down on the slight woman, covering her.  She struggled and I had to get to my elbows so she could breathe. Eventually, I got to my knees, my cock pulled free of her body with a satisfying, slurping noise that ended with a wet pop. I staggered to the chair. Laura immediately took my cock in her mouth, laving me with her tongue and sucking our combined juices off of me. When I was clean of our collected cum, she wiped me off with a soft towel. 

I lifted my head and looked down at her. "Now Annie." I said. 

Laura looked at me with a sort of shock that morphed immediately into an expression of resolution. 

On the floor Annie lifted her head, looking back and forth between Laura and me. It was comical, like we had never been here before. Laura made her reluctance part of the play.  Annie's anticipation was palpable. Finding two women who could play a part so perfectly, I felt lucky. 

Annie pulled her skirt over her hips, baring her oozing, swollen pussy. The gray and pink lips glistened with our cum. Laura got to the floor.  Annie pulled her legs up, lifting her knees, opening herself. Chris reappeared from upstairs. He had disappeared somewhere along the line. He came down and stood behind the couch, peering over the back as his mother sat on her heels, staring down at Annie's frothy cunt. 

"Mrs. Wills." I said darkly. 

Laura's head snapped around to look at me then glanced over at her son.  "My son." She said, delicately reluctant, giving her role a delicious sense of reluctance. 

"Eat her, Laura." I said, feeling far more arch than the scene really required. Somehow, I felt Laura's tension, her need. She turned her blond head back to Annie. Annie regarded her, looking down her body, over the matted pubic hair, black skirt bunched at her waist. Her hands gripped the backs of her thighs, holding her legs high and apart. She waited, demand in her stillness. 

Finally, after a minute or two, Laura crawled between Annie's knees. She got heavily to her elbows and then licked up Annie's pussy.  Annie grunted, dropping her head to the floor while her hips lifted. 

"Jesus." Chris muttered. "What a way to start the day." 

I almost smiled. He had no idea. 

Laura lapped at Annie's pussy several times. Each time, slowly; drawing her tongue across the pursed lips of the woman's sex. Annie seemed to ratchet tighter each time the tongue grazed her body.  Her hips followed it when it withdrew, arching her body higher and higher each time. Laura finally looped her arms around Annie's legs, pressing the woman to the floor. She attacked Annie's pussy with mouth and tongue, sucking and licking and then kissing her pussy, lapping at her. Mrs. Wills made a show of swallowing the cum that oozed out of her.  Annie's hips began to pulse as Laura intensified her attention. Laura inserted a finger, alternating between piercing the pulsing woman and rubbing vigorously at her clit. In minutes, Annie began to pant, her head wagging side to side, her palms pressed to the floor while her hips thrust up and down making the blond head between her legs bob. Laura gripped Annie's hips, taking a firm hold of her ass, a small cheek in each of her white hands. Annie began to keen as the tongue delved deeper, piercing her, pulling pleasure out of her with each stabbing stroke. 

Abruptly Annie squeaked. Her hips arched high and she froze.  Laura sensed the moment and pressed her mouth fully over the woman's pussy, sucking hard. She moved a finger to Annie's clit and strummed it. The moment the white finger touched Annie, her hips jumped. Her head jerked back and forth while she screwed her face up into a grimace that made her appear possessed. She shook and then she screamed. Her hips dropped and then leaped up again. Annie stood on her feet and shoulders, levering her hips up as far as she could as the new orgasm roared through her. She gasped and panted and gurgled with pleasure as the woman sucked her cunt. 

Laura did not relent but continued to spear her tongue into the woman. Her finger worked at the clit, but then she shifted, grabbing hold of Annie's flying hips. She pulled the cheeks of the woman's ass apart. From where I sat, I could see her hand move between Annie's ass cheeks, a single finger aimed into her body. She touched Annie's asshole and her finger penetrated into Annie's ass. Annie shrieked, her body arching impossibly high. Laura skewered the woman, thrusting her finger deep into Annie's ass.  Annie shook and bucked as Laura sucked at her pussy, probing deeply with tongue and finger. Annie's hips began to flap, bounding down to the floor which only served to jam the finger deeper into her ass.  Laura rode her body. Annie bounced up and down, her voice grunting and gurgling as orgasm after orgasm rumbled through her.  After several minutes of that, Annie finally wound down. Her hips dropped and stayed on the floor, pinning Laura's hand beneath her.  Her body tensed then suddenly she went slack. Her knees splayed and she collapsed flat onto the floor.  

Annie panted, gasping, trying to find enough air but fighting a wondrous deficit. 

"Fuck me." Chris said. 

"Good idea." I said. "Laura. Laura! Get Annie on her knees. Your son wants to fuck her."

"Shit. I just got my pants on." Chris growled. 

I looked over at him to find his shoes flying and his pants unraveling as he stripped them down his legs. He caught my eye and grinned. "Just kidding!" He said. 

Laura got to her knees. She first straightened Annie's legs then put them together and rolled Annie onto her stomach.  Laura got to her feet and lifted Annie by the hips, high enough for her dangling legs to bend at the knees. When Laura relaxed, Annie lay on her chest with her ass in the air. 

"Annie." I said. "My cock wants you." 

Laura looked over at me. Her robe was a mess, her tits were evident in the gap in the front and suddenly I wanted her. I refused the temptation.  I felt something that she savored and I would not rob her of it. The desperation in Laura's eyes encouraged me. Her blue eyes fixed on my cock like she was watching the barrel of a gun or the waving head of a cobra. She feared it but behind the veil of fear was desperate, erotic desire. The hunger bolstered my resolve and I consciously refused her. 

"Laura, you should go get ready." I glanced at the clock. It said seven forty. "We need to leave in a while." 

Laura nodded. She went up stairs. How a woman can act both reluctant and eager at the same time, satisfied and desperately lustful, I could not imagine but she did. 

Annie got slowly to her hands and knees and laboriously crawled over to the chair where I sat, my cock lank between my legs. She struggled half onto the chair. Chris immediately got behind her. She felt him and moved forward, taking my cock in her hand. She sucked at the end, cleaned by Laura. She sucked and I came around, hardening in her hand, while her tongue lay along and swirled around the head. Annie looked up at me just as Chris began to probe between her legs, her black skirt flipped up over her back. When his finger found her cunt, I saw it in her eyes. She groaned and my cock snapped hard. When Chris entered her, she arched her back, lifting her hips to take him into her body.  She was so focused on the dick running into her from behind I hated to distract her. She held her arched pose for a minute while Chris began to pump in and out of her pussy.  She rocked in my lap. 

"How can she take so much cock and still feel so great?" Chris hissed. "Everyone fucked her this week and she still wants more. Sonny, we could fuck her all day long and she would still be ready to do it again tomorrow." Annie released her pose and for a moment a look of pure pride passed over her usually inscrutable features. Then she opened her mouth and inhaled my cock. I love it when a woman wants to show off her talents by sucking my cock! About the time she got the head of my cock accommodated into her throat, she began to come again in response to Chris stroking her from behind. With a cock restricting her breathing, she grunted and moaned around it as the orgasm rose; this one was slow and steady like a rising tide.  

She rode it. Chris fucked her. She bucked once. She lifted her mouth off my cock and screamed, whipping her head back and forth as Chris hammered her from behind. She gasped, holding herself on my thighs as Chris drove into her from behind, over and over again. My cock slapped against her cheek as she huffed and puffed through the waves of climax washing over her. She stiffened, then bent her head down, swallowed and inhaled my cock again. She began to suck, running her fabulous tongue the length of my cock lodged deep into her throat. I felt her throat tighten each time she swallowed and tense as she struggled to breathe. She had locked her hands on my thighs so the motion of her hips as she fucked back at Chris with her lithe hips did not affect her mouth on my cock. Her lower body rippled with Chris, fucking him as he fucked her. Her ass tilting high as he pummeled her and then snapping back at him as he tried to withdraw, following the cock till his head was just barely inside her. 

Chris increased his tempo. Annie lifted her mouth off my cock, lay her head on my leg beside my cock and with one hand around my aching cock, took Chris' pounding with grunt on grunt. Chris stopped his labor. "Maybe I should do her ass." He said aloud. 

Annie lifted her head but then laid it back down, compliant with whatever use we made of her body, content with the pleasure she had or would have. With this tacit assent from her, Chris pulled his cock free from the trembling woman. She seemed poised for another huge orgasm. Chris looked up at me and I shook my head. He did not hesitate. He pulled Annie off my lap, rolled her onto her back.  He flipped up her skirt, took her legs over his shoulders and entered her pussy again. She sighed as his cock slid into her once more, her eyes tight slits, her lips a snarl of passion. Her hips rose to meet him, enveloping him with her slick goodness. She arched under him and he began to hammer her again. Moments after entering her, Chris began to come.  Annie lifted her head, looking around their erotic knot at me, her eyes widened and then clinched as her body bucked under Chris. She lurched with the climax, meeting Chris' staccato motions with her own pulsing thrusts. 

I had a moment watching them, realizing that Chris had obeyed the slightest shake of my head. I had to wave him off her ass. He had a school of pussy to penetrate and I did not want his cock sullied with Annie's ass. His immediate assent allowed me to avoid explaining my reasoning or find some other likely story to fill in the blank with. He just obeyed. I liked that fact and wondered what that meant. It was likely temporary. 

Laura appeared on the stairs, coiffed and primped, her tangled blond hair dangling over her breasts. Her little, tight pink outfit was a look. The look made her appear younger, much younger. She came down and stood behind my chair, watching her son fuck the neighbor lady. She lay a hand on my shoulder.  Neither of us spoke till Chris groaned, filled and then released Annie. Moments later they lay side by side on their backs panting. Annie pulled her skirt down and wrapped her little hand around Chris' dewy cock. 

I looked back at Laura. Her eyes were on the two people on her living room floor. Her eyes flicked at me and she colored. I thought I knew the source of her embarrassment. She was staring at her son's cock. She was longing for it to become available to her. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 14



Sharing the MILF List is about over. This is the second to last episode. Thanks for all the support. I have learned some things about what works and what doesn't. There is more to come. -C

*****

I woke up Monday morning with a thought. It disturbed me a little. I had this thought about how my life had suddenly gotten so utterly and completely out of control. I just spent a weekend fucking quite an array of women some of whom I had actually met before. I was nineteen and I was becoming completely twisted; sexually knotty. When I looked at a young woman at school, flouncing along talking to her friends, what did I think? Not, "Will she go out with me?" Not, "Do you think she is a virgin?" Or "Does she kiss good?" No, I wonder if her mom is hot because I am confident I could fuck her if she was. "Could" not "would". And when I look at a girl's ass, her cute little bubble butt, what do I think? I wonder if she has ever been fucked in the ass with a cock? I wonder if she has ever been double-teamed by two guys? I wonder if she has been air tight or if she has rape fantasies or swallows when she sucks cock. 

Now does that sound normal? Does that sound like something a normal nineteen, almost twenty year old fella should be thinking when he is walking around in the world minding his own business and letting his mind and eyes wander? 

I thought this between that oblivion that is perfect sleep and the clarity that is wakefulness. The clarity is when you become aware of your surroundings. My first thought was what time was it and if it was dark because it was dark or because my eyes were closed and I had overslept. Then whoever was sucking on my cock pulled me deep into her throat. 

I had fallen into bed Sunday night fucked out. Happy to leave Alissa and Laura to the good graces of their respective sons. I had done them both, several times, in several ways and I was pretty sure they would not miss me. I showered, went to bed and for all I know I quit breathing and died. Returning to the land of the living where awareness had advantages turned out to be a shock to my system. My cock was hard and someone was sucking it and doing quit well. 

I thought about waking up and seeing who was sucking my cock. The possibilities were limited. Either my erstwhile mother was sucking my cock or one of my sisters was sucking my cock. I was pretty sure I was not asleep or imagining the lips stroking down my cock and the tongue looping around me. That thought fluttered through my putter and I almost made a hole in one. But then I relaxed a little. The mouth on my cock rose, a tongue lashing along the length as she lifted her head off my cock. I felt her fingers delicately fondling my balls and then she inhaled my cock again. 

It was definitely not my mother. I knew her technique. This was ... different. She held still, her throat pulsing around the end of my cock, squeezing and massage it at the same time. I wanted to groan, I wanted to lay still. My hips lifted a little and a new, different hand ran down my thigh and backup and took firm hold of me. She lifted her head off my cock and then ran it back down her throat. 

I could not help it. I moaned, doing my best to sound somnolent and unconscious at the same time. She went still. One of my sisters was sucking my cock. I wanted to know who. But a moment later she had lifted off, slipped out from under my blankets and was moving through my room to the door. I tried to open my eyes and they stuck closed. I panicked. Someone had glued my eyes closed!

Okay that was just a dumb thought. It dawned on me a moment later and I concentrated. My eyes opened and all I could see was my door being carefully closed. Dawn was nigh. I felt hung over. I lifted the covers and looked at my cock. Yep. It was poking up through my briefs. It glistened just a little and when I touched it, it was damp, slick and hard as calculus. Love that expression, hard as calculus! Can anyone mistake that meaning? 

I did not know which of my sisters had been sucking my cock that morning and the thought haunted me throughout the morning. By Tuesday I wanted to know but could not puzzle out how to winkle that information out of them. They all seemed perfect little angels, except for Georgia who still glared at me a little. A woman spurned. 

Mom had to be gone for business so my life dropped into a sort of normalcy. But the sensation of my sister's mouth on my cock tinkered with my mind. That sensation wove together with not knowing so that it distracted me for the next few days. It dominated my mind. I could focus on something but as soon as I lost focus, Wham! There is was, that luscious feeling of my cock penetrating her mouth, her head pressing down on my cock till the head was lodged in her throat where she squeezed . . . It distracted me constantly. 

So Wednesday I am sitting in Macro-Econ1 and my phone vibrated in my pants. I had to shuffle out of the class while the prof glared at me. The class was almost over and I realized I was about to miss the next assignment but the line on my phone was long distance, overseas and I figured it was Sid Kingston. 

I was right.

When I answered it I got an heavily accented voice saying, "Please hold for Mr. Kingston. Thank you." That was how my brain translated it anyway. 

"Sonny? Can you hear me?"

"Perfectly. Are you back in town?" 

"No, no. Still in Asia. Say, listen, I hear you have touched the attorney's mistress?" 

I nodded, not sure what to think about that. "Wow. News travels fast."

Sid chuckled. "I know shit, son. I know shit. Can you talk? Do you have time?" 

"I was in class but I always have time to talk to my good friend whose wife I am fucking." 

You know how you say things to be funny and just as the last punctuation mark dribbles off your lower lip you are already thinking it might have been better to not speak, or to talk ever again because what you just said was just not right? Well, that was how I felt. I wanted to reach out somewhere and grab onto those words and pull them back but, fuck me, they were gone. Already said. But one thing I was learning, when you fuck up, act like you don't notice and maybe no one else will either. 

Sid noticed but it did not matter. 

His silence did not encourage me. "I wasn't going to say anything but since you mentioned it." He stopped.

So did my heart. I don't know why but the idea that Sid was about to post a NO TRESPASSING sign over his wife's pussy made my chest hurt. Double teaming her Saturday night was amazing. She loves to fuck. I was already thinking of how to argue with him, how to try to get Sid Kingston to change his mind when I realized that was crazy talk, well, crazy thinking. By the time I blinked back into my body, I realized he had kept talking and I missed it, nearly all of it. 

"Sorry, Sid, you blinked out there. What were you saying?" 

Silence. "I said I was not going to bother you about this but since you mentioned it, I have not been able to get hold of her the last few days. Just two nights, really but we talk every night, just to say hello. She has not answered her phone. I was wondering if you would mind checking on her. You know, just to make sure everything is okay." He stopped talking. "You can't call me here. Why don't you just email me whatever you find out. Unless there really is something wrong. I'll give you a domestic number to call that will get me a message right away." He gave me both and I jotted them down. I'd put them into my phone later. 

My mind was grinding on that, the idea that he could not get hold of Annie. I thought lots of crazy shit. 

"So Sonny, that really was not why I called. There is another matter. I have an associate, a Chinese man who will be in town, your part of the world sometime this week. He might already be there. You have not heard from him, have you?"

"No." I said. 

"Good. Good. I kept meaning to call you. It is five a.m. here. My days are crazy. He might call you. I gave him your number. I may of screwed up, I don't know. I told him about you and your MILFs, not Cici actually—I kept that out of the mix but the others, told him about you doing your friend's mothers. He was fascinated. He likes to purchase what he fucks. I think he likes the feeling of giving them money. He might call you and see if you could set him up with one of your MILFs, that is, if there is one who might not take it poorly to be tricked out. I mean, she could keep the money or you could or whatever. I have no dog in that fight but, I mean. Shit, Sonny, this guy is a bit of an arrogant bitch but he does love new and different pussy. You two are a bit the same that way and of course, I thought of you." 

Sid grumbled something I did not hear. He sounded out of sorts. I figured he was getting a morning blow job, or in his case a good nob licking at least. 

"Sonny, here is what I am thinking. This thing, that deal they had going, you know what I am referring to? The guy looking for a lay down assistant?"

"Okay. I remember." 

"I think this guy, if you help him, if you can, he might be a help. Those two guys know each other. I know they do. I know some of the same scenery they have shared. They like to compare notes. Curtains and carpet, that sort of thing. You know, and they give each other references. Truth is I think they like to fuck each other's women so Cheng has taken to only paying for it. You know, just to be a pain in the ass. My point is, that if you help Cheng Wei, it is possible that might go around and help you on that other deal. See what I mean?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Sid cleared his throat. "I know tricking out one of your MILFs might not seem too cool, but if you can manage it, this would, would make it worth their time, perhaps yours. You could tell them you needed cash or something. They might do it for you." 

"What about Annie?" I could not help myself. Once again I spoke without thinking. 

Sid exhaled loudly. "Jesus, son, you have a big brass pair. Not one in a million guys would think to make that suggestion. To me, I mean. No. Not because I don't think she would do it. If you asked, she might. But no. Cheng has plenty of Chinese trim. I think he wants more conventional American snatch. And no, because having him pin my wife could prove a little complicated in the circles I run in. So no." 

"What about Mrs. Honeywell?" I asked. "She is your attorney, after all." 

Silence. Sid was thinking. Or maybe we lost the connection. 

"Sid? Are you still there?" I asked after three long, sweating seconds had gone by.

"Still here. Just thinking. That is complicated. Pros and cons. I'd love it if you put her onto him but I am pretty sure he wants a white woman. When he wants black women he goes to the source, if you know what I mean. But it might be risky to have him fucking her. Or not. Might be good. Shit, again, I never considered that. No direction on that score. My guess, though? He didn't say it but I think he wants a white woman. Cici would be perfect but that would be awkward if he did any checking on you so I would not recommend it." Sid Kingston hesitated. "Plus, if she actually does shitcan her job and come to Asia with me, that would be really awkward because he is likely to meet her while she, er ..." his voice dribbled off to silence. He did not make an issue of it but just continued as if it had not lost the bubble. "So, not Cici, either." 

I nodded. "So just the other three."

"Right. If he calls. I have no idea if he will but if he does, I think it might make some sense. He does not want some young chicky or a pro. He was fascinated by the idea of doing one of America's desperate housewives. I needed to give you a heads up. Oh, he will insist on paying. In his mind, that is not cheating on his wife. He always rents and apparently she is aware of that but I don't really know if she is fine with it or not. She is a looker and no one understands why he does not stay home. He can be prickly. If you can satisfy his curiosity about your MILFs, it might help you with Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline." 

I nodded again. "I understand." 

"Thanks, Sonny. I did not mean to put you in this spot. I have to admit I sort of stepped in it, you know. I never meant to shoot off my mouth about what you have going there but, well shit it is something worth talking about. Know it or not you are a pretty good story and other guys, well, they love hearing about you and your exploits. Truth to tell, though, I think your mother sort of went to my head. I have not thought about anything else but her since she left me that Sunday. Being fully in a woman like that again, and more than once and comfortably, well, that was fucking fabulous. I owe you for that and then I jam you up this way. I hate it but there it is. Help me out on this and it could have some benefits for you longer term. I am serious, Sonny." 

I understood him perfectly. The threat was implicit in what he was telling me and strangely I did not feel scared to be threatened. Truth was I got hard. 

My mind had gone right to Mrs. Clark. Kyla might be the perfect pussy for the job. If the guy called. "I think I have the perfect fit, unless he is hung like you are." 

"No idea but no whispers either. I think you can figure he will fit in a standard glove like you guys do. I am an aberration." 

"Well, thanks for the heads up. I would have been very confused otherwise." I had a moment when I realized I was talking to Sid Kingston like an equal. He was a billionaire and I was, well, not. Then, for the first time it struck me that Anne Kingston lived in a middle class neighborhood in a relatively small house for such a rich man. How odd? I thought. Odder still that I had not thought much about it since meeting the man while I was buried cock deep in his wife. Okay, I guess it was not odd I wondered about the size of his house when confronted by the size of his cock. 

Sid spoke. "I get it. I won't let it happen again." Silence. 

This time I had the feeling that Sid was pondering something. Right again. 

"I'll owe you again if this works out. Shit, Sonny, if he calls, if you can help him, that will be a great thing for me. I cannot be there and this deal, the MILF list, it would be great for him." More silence. "I think letting him see my attorney nude might be a hell of a deal, now that I think about it. I don't know how to manage that but if the opportunity arises to bend her over the desk for him like you did for me, I think that would be just fine. Gotta go. And, Sonny, really, thanks again. Sex is a currency everyone understands. It is definitely international. Tell Cici I am planning on seeing her before the Chinese new year." 

"I will, Sid." 

"And check on my wife. Make sure she is okay. Okay?" 

"Sure, Sid. I am sure she is fine." I almost said, "I fucked her Saturday. Twice. And she was awesome." Almost but instead I hesitated long enough that I lost the chance. I almost regretted it despite feeling sort of proud of myself for keeping my mouth shut. Despite the urge to brag about making her come like she did, in my lizard brain I knew it was stupid to brag to a man about making his wife come really good when he could not, or at least did not. Maybe not just stupid, could be suicidal. Better to resist the urge and not develop a potentially fatal habit. 

Sid wanted me to check on his wife and I would. I'd fuck her too but that was something not worth mentioning either. The idea inflated my ego and my cock. I could go fuck Annie; and Alissa and Kyla and Natasha. My mind wandered and any thought of stepping in it with Sid got crowded out of my lizard brain. My cock took over. 

Sid clicked off. 

My mind blinked and the train of thought that inflated my cock derailed and I snapped back into the immediate present. I sat, puzzled. Another fucking complication. All I wanted to do was to finish the MILF list, finish sharing it. I had two MILFs to go. Kyla Clark and Laura Wills needed to fly first class to air tight heaven and then we would need to retire the MILF list. Us guys would need to join the rest of the world and start dating women our own age and having normal relationships. I thought of Landon. Fuck, he had half of that going on. The rest of us were probably hopeless. 

I shook my head. I had put us all in need of long years of therapy. I just hoped the therapist was hot, willing and ... shit, I was hopeless!

I had sauntered up the hill in back of Baxter Hall where Econ met and found a place to flop. Then I saw Sammy coming around the corner of the building, scanning, a hand over his eyes. I stood up and waved till he saw me. He gestured for me to come to him but I waved him off and finally he started up the hill towards me. 

Then my phone rang. 

It was Kyla Clark. 

"Mrs. Clark, so nice to hear your voice."

"He isn't fucking me again." She said. "I know. He is fucking his girl friend but can't he do us both?" 

How do you answer that? Never speak for another guy's dick, particularly if it is a choice between his girlfriend and his mother. 

"I want to go next. I want to be airtight. I want you boys to fuck me. Cici, Alissa, Tasha, they have all told me about it; about having you boys in every orifice. I fucked you first and I still have not been airtight." 

I saw the opportunity and I seized it. Does that make me an opportunist? "Okay, well I was going to do Laura next but I could arrange that differently, if you like." 

"I like." She was almost panting. Her voice twanged with urgency I did not feel. I could use it though. 

"Can I ask a favor, though?"

"Sure, Sonny. Anything."

"You should never say anything to me, Kyla. That is not wise."

"I am fairly warned. You can ask anything." 

I smirked at Sonny as he arrived. "Nothing now. I just may have a favor to ask of you later." 

"Okay. Thanks." She hung up. 

What a strange conversation. 

I had sprawled on the autumn brown grass and Sammy stood over me. I lay back and closed my eyes, expecting him to gush about Laura and his mom. But my phone rang again. I glanced at it, it was Landon. I held up my hand. 

"Sonny? Sonny? You there?"

"Landon, buddy, what's happening?"

"Did Sammy find you?" 

That was an odd question so I dodged, wondering what was going on. Sammy was not grinning but had a grimace that on anyone else would have been a scowl but on Sammy looked like he was in pain. It was his "serious" look and one of the reasons we rarely took him serious. Rarely. 

"Is he looking for me?" 

"Yes." Landon said. 

I expected him to say more but he didn't. 

"Why is Sammy looking for me?" I asked. 

"Call him." Landon said. 

An odd response I thought. "How is Darlene doing?" 

Sammy's eyebrows rose. A name he did not recognize. 

"You need to get over here, Sonny. I think Chris has completely jumped the tracks." Landon Clark sounded worried and he completely zipped past my question. "Sammy told me he had not been to class all week and did not answer his phone. I am on my way over there now. I sent Sammy to find you and bring you over to the Wills house. I'll meet you there." Landon sounded worried? He did, something in his voice was off, a strain of tension Landon Clark never felt and certainly never let it appear in his voice. 

That in itself worried me. But something inside of me clicked and I felt the tension of his worry flash away. "What is the matter, Landon?" I think I supposed Landon was becoming judge and jury and had decided that Chris should not be fucking his mom. 

"Just meet me there." He clicked off. 

I closed the phone and sat up. The Indian summer day was luscious and I did not feel like leaving the caress of the sun for any reason. I squinted up at Sammy who had not flopped down beside me, remarkable in itself. I rarely had to suggest to Sammy to join a lounge party. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 14



"What's up dude?" 

Sammy shook his head. "Chris. I have not seem him all week. He is not answering his phone." 

No wise cracks, no sniggering suggestions. Fuck me he sounded worried too. 

"When did you see or hear from Chris last, Sonny?" 

I got to my feet. "I saw him last when you did, Sammy. Sunday night. I left you and him with your mothers, your nude mothers in fact ready to fuck them."

Sammy nodded. "Since then? Have you heard anything? That is not like him. Chris never cuts class. He always does what he is supposed to do. I don't think he cut class even in high school!" 

I nodded. I had to check on Annie. I had the niggling feeling that the two absences were connected, likely by cock in pussy or ass or mouth or something like that. But I did not say that. "Where is your car?" 

Sammy just gestured and I followed him to it. A quiet Sammy was unusual and it bothered me more than Chris skipping class. Maybe he was lightening up a little; Chris was a tense fellow and the MILF List was rearranging his deck chairs. I had no idea.  

Once in the Camaro, we rode in silence. Finally I said, "I doubt anything is wrong. He just got the pussy rights to his mother. I bet he has not gotten out of bed since Sunday night and Mrs. Wills is sore and satisfied for the first time in a long while." 

Sammy looked over at me as we sat at the traffic light. After a moment he smiled, not a Sammy-grin but a smile. 

I got it then. He had something on his mind he did not want to bring up. I puzzled over that for a moment and then Athena sprang from my forehead. I almost did the V-8 bump. I knew what was on his mind. With Laura given to Chris, Landon and Brent balls deep in their respective MILFs, Sammy was feeling left out! I had just the solution. 

"You busy Friday night, Sammy?" 

He glanced at me and shook his head, not really focusing on me or what I was saying. 

I dialed Mom. "Mom? What are you doing?"

She said she was working.

"Late again tonight?" 

She was.

"How about Friday? Are you going to be back in town by then?" 

She was.

"Do you think you could get a break?" 

She asked what I had in mind. 

"I think you need to go out. Do you think you could be available Friday night. I mean available, Mom." 

She paused then said maybe she could get out by seven. Her voice took on that purr like she had something specific in mind. 

"You know about the arrangement I have with Mrs. Honeywell, right. Well, I need to balance that out." I hesitated. 

"With me?" My wonderful mother said, not forcing me to beg. 

"Right. With you."

"With Sammy? Is that it? First Brent, and now Sammy?" 

"Mom, you can . . . " She did not let me get the sentence finished. 

"Of course. That is not my point. I just want to be sure you are not showing me special favor." 

I almost laughed out loud. What a cool problem to have to solve. "No, Mom. I think the other MILFs are getting plenty of attention of the kind they want. Why, is someone complaining in the Mom network?" 

"No, no, not at all. You are roundly loved. But everyone is wondering how this all ends." She left that statement alone, not making it a question but I answered it anyway.

"Once Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Wills are air tight, then we'll be done with this deal. You all can go back to being moms, just moms I mean. We'll put paid to the MILF list and make it history."

I imagined her nodding in that, "of course I am right and I am glad you know it" way she had when I told her what she wanted to hear. In this case, I was pretty sure we were actually in agreement. I made a mental note to suss that out with the guys. Would our MILFs quit lying down for us and would we quit asking? I had not idea!

"Good, Sonny. I mean, we all like this but it is like vacation, no one wants to be a tourist permanently. Like you say, fun while it lasts but then, it has to end." 

Our time apart had left her thinking. I wondered if the other MILFs were having similar thoughts. No matter. Like I had thought before, if everything halted right now, we all had way more spank bank deposits than any other guys our age, maybe any other guys at all, anywhere, forever! Then I felt a little guilty. I certainly was not positioning Alissa for such a closed-end arrangement. As long as her firm represented Sid Kingston, Alissa could be mine. I felt guilty thinking that but it was so. She would always have to bend over the desk for me because of how that all came about. Somehow, I did not care. I wished I had planned it, you know, like I had designed the web I had her entangled in but I could never have imagined Sid watching me fuck his wife with such equanimity. Alissa was not complaining, at least not to me. I knew I could please her and so far, it had not rattled her life and if a reckoning was coming, I could not see it. 

"So, seven? I'll have Sammy pick you up at the office?" 

"Six. For this, I'll leave early. I get in Thursday night late so I'll be in the office. But I will need to clean up. I'll let Georgia have the car unless you need it."

"That works. Sammy will call you tomorrow to connect up. He will take you to his house. I think Alissa should have to listen to you scream for once rather than always making Sammy listen to her. Bye mom." I hung up and looked over at Sammy. 

Sammy kept his eyes studiously on the road like he had not heard that conversation. 

"I got you a date." I said softly. 

Sammy looked at me but just grinned. "Thanks, Sonny." He said. After a few moments his eyes flicked to me from the road. "I, I really want to fuck your mom, Cici." He giggled, like a little girl getting a new Barbie. "I love saying that out loud finally. You ain't mad, are you?" 

I shook my head, staring at the road, feeling the enormity of what we boys were doing with our MIFLs. We are definitely not normal but who the fuck likes normal, anyway? "You mad about me and your mom?" I asked tellingly. 

"Shit, no, Sonny. She, I think she is happy and she is not all focused on my dad getting a leg over with his white woman. I can't tell if you just take her mind off of it or if screwing you is actually cathartic, you know, like therapy. Anyway, thanks. We all owe you." 

I wanted to tell him no thanks was needed but let it be. It was great of him to say so. We drove all the way to the Wills neighborhood in silence. 

As we approached their house, Sammy muttered. "Jesus, I hope nothing is wrong. What if his old man came home and found them knocking boots?"

I felt a lurch. What if Jeb returned? That feeling lingered leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Landon's car was in their drive but he was not visible so he must be inside. That was a good sign anyway. 

We got out of the car and strode to the door. I decided not to punch the door bell and just opened the door. We walked inside around to the kitchen. Landon and Chris were sitting at the kitchen table, each with a beer. 

"Beer? This early?" I said. 

"I turned twenty-on." Chris said. "You fucks missed my birthday." 

That was crap. He was a libra. Oh, fuck this was October. Well, he was not twenty-one any more than I was or was he? Suddenly I was not so sure. I changed the subject. "Where is Laura?" 

Chris looked up at me. That little shift that had always made his blue eyes seem pale was gone. He did not look away from me either. He just regarded me for a few moments, steady as stone and cool as a cucumber. "Downstairs." He said. 

Landon had not looked around at us. He sat hunched over his beer. That seemed odd. 

"Chris, you haven't been in class, Sammy says." 

Chris shook his head. "Homework." He smirked, a slight sneer of his lips that did not touch his eyes. 

For a second I was scared of him but then realized I was seeing exhaustion. Following my earlier intuition I asked, "What about Mrs. Kingston? Have you seen her?" 

Chris nodded. "Yep. She's downstairs, too." 

This Chris, tired or not, I had never seen before. It was like he was a different guy. "Fuck me." I thought. "What is going on here?"

Out loud I said, "Is she okay? Are they okay?" 

Chris just gazed at me. He blinked once, a slow motion that hardly qualified as a blink, like he was about to go to sleep then remembered he was supposed to be awake and opened his closed eyes. 

"Chris?" Was he on drugs? "Chris?" 

"They are fine, Sonny." Landon said. He still did not look at me. "Fuck me they are great. Go see for yourself." Now he turned around. His eyes were wide and fixed. "You won't fucking believe it." 

Now I did get a rush. My cock got hard. Laura and Annie, in the basement, Chris exhausted. Landon looking shell shocked? What could that mean? I had no idea but that wasn't right. I had some idea what it meant but no idea with it implied. Well, my cock knew what it meant but he has a very limited vocabulary. My cock thought it meant free pussy but that was not the issue. Something had changed. Something about Chris was really, really, different. 

I walked to the basement door and went down the stairs. The lights were off but dim daylight swathed the basement. I found the switch and turned it on. Landon was right. I did not fucking believe it. 

Mrs. Wills and Mrs. Kingston were bound together on a long narrow table. Or something. I did not really know what it was I was seeing. It was about eight or ten feet long and maybe eighteen inches wide, padded from end to end. The women were bent over the end, bent at the waist, their arms stretched over their heads. Their wrists were bound together, enclosed in leather cuffs to the elbow and hooked together. A rope ran between Mrs. Wills and Mrs. Kingston down the table length that attached to their secured wrists. When one woman tugged the other woman was pulled by the wrists. A broad, soft-leather strap bound them both to each end of the table, around their torso, just above their waists at about the points of their last rib. Their legs were bound; not together but individually. Each one had bands around them. Two at the thigh, two on the calves. 

Oh, they were both topless. I could see Annie still had on a skirt but her back was bare, her little tits were mashed to the table. Laura's larger breasts bulged on the edge. The surface they lay over was padded with a dark blue velvet cushion. Both women were blindfolded and I could see earpods in their ears and once I listened, I could hear the faint clang of sound from the earpods. Behind me I heard the other guys coming down the stairs. 

Sammy had followed me. "Holy shit." Sammy breathed, amazement in his voice. "You skipped class for this?" 

God, Sammy could say the damnedest things. 

Chris lead Landon down behind us. 

"I have been working on this since you first fucked Mom." Chris said from the foot of the stairs. "Built it myself. Mom would come down and look at it and just shake her head. I don't think she had any idea what I was doing. I found plans on the internet but adjusted them a little. Watch this." He walked over behind Annie and reached past her legs and flicked a latch. He stepped forward onto a little pedal mechanism. Annie lifted her head when Chris lay a hand on her bare back. The table came alive beneath her. She grunted and jerked. When she jerked she tugged on the rope attached to Laura's bound wrists. Laura lifted her head and pointed her unseeing eyes around the room. Lifting their heads made both women lift their asses. Any right thinking man with a cock for females would have sworn they were asking mutely to be mounted and right then. The effect was, I confess, electrifying. 

Chris stepped forward on a pedal. Annie's legs spread wide below and behind her, opening her like a little gate. She grunted and her body squirmed, a motion that traveled down the cord to Laura and she squirmed. Annie's legs widened without any movement on her part. Suddenly she was opened, utterly without any say in the matter. She was completely helpless. Her voice sounded aroused, clogged as it was with the gag. Chris stepped between her legs and they spread wider while her hips arched up, bending her body at the small of her bare back. 

Annie grunted and jerked on the rope. Laura grunted and squirmed. They were both helpless. They were both gagged. Something about the way they moved in their poses suggested they were both aroused. Or, well maybe that was just me projecting. 

Chris folded Annie's skirt up over her back. Her hips were bare. He traced a finger down the cleft of her ass. Her hips twitched. Her jerk, jerked Laura. They groaned, Annie laid her head down and arched her ass against the bonds that bound her to the table. She sighed and relaxed. 

The inclination to release the women struck me in the stomach but it was followed by a contrary thought, an observation really. Neither woman struggled. They knew we were there. They could sort of hear us talking I think. Neither struggled against her bonds. They lay still, quiescent, waiting. I could see the narrow table had a slit in it, well padded, into which they could fit their noses and foreheads most comfortably. Both were blowing through their noses, struggling to get enough air in whatever state they were in, tied as they were. When Chris pressed his finger into Annie's pussy, she bucked and keened through the stuffing and gag in her mouth. Her body arched just a little but she had little slack to move. 

The contraption held her. With her legs spread wide, anyone could stand behind her and fuck her. She was completely open to such use. With her skirt over her lower back, she was completely exposed.

"I made a little mistake." Chris spoke softly. "I could not figure out how to make it adjustable. I made it fit Mom and Annie pretty well but anyone much taller will not fit in the closed position unless I make the table legs longer." 

This sounded like the old Chris. He wanted approval, his pride showing and the request for validation throbbed in his tone. He moved his finger inside of Annie, stroking her. She squished. I could hear it. She was wet or maybe full of cum? Chris stroked her. 

Her body bucked hard against the restraints, a very small movement compared to what would be expected of a woman being penetrated that way. She grunted and keened with effort, nearly her only response. She struggled to respond to his probing but could not. Her feet did not touch the ground so she was suspended over the end of the table. Her legs lay in long cupped splints, padded and formed to fit comfortably against her legs, like half-pipes. The bindings on her legs held her fast into each pipe. One pipe for the calf, one for the thigh, gnarled to avoid chafing. Despite her spread and stretched pose, she appeared quite comfortable. The strap around her waist and a complex web around her shoulders locked her in place. The cord to Laura attached to the forearm bindings—dark leather cuffs that went from wrist to elbow, with metal rings in them to which the cord was attached—ran through a large eye at the mid point of the table, looped though it and attached to Mrs. Wills on the other end. When one pulled, the other was yanked. 

"Want a go? Anyone. They are clean. I haven't fucked them since last night." Chris looked around at the three of us. "I made a box yesterday, you know to stand on while you fuck them. Two, one for each end. This way they are too high to fuck comfortably, well for me anyway. The box makes it easier. I tried it out but it slides. I just put on latches that secure it to the horse this afternoon. I was about to test it out when Landon came banging on my door." He grinned darkly. "I call it the fuck horse. For someone like Annie, she is completely suspended off the ground. When you enter her, she will come." Chris smiled and he disappeared, replaced by this other guy, the guy with two women bound to a fuck horse in his basement. 

"How long have you had them like this?" I asked. I wanted to shiver, weirded out but my cock was too fucking hard and I felt flushed. If I shivered it would be from adrenaline. But I was still weirded out. 

"Since ten. This morning. I let them sleep in. We did ten and ten yesterday evening." 

"Ten and ten?" Sammy asked. 

Chris looked at him. "Ten orgasm for each of them. I tried to vary them but wanted them to occur as fast as possible. I used Mom's toys and some I obtained on my own. They both came really quickly once I had them both tied down. Then I fucked them. Annie was first. By the time she got to ten, she was tired. Fucking her tired was unbelievable. She could not help herself. She could not stop coming. She squealed and thrashed while I hammered her. I think Mom was jealous. I did not blindfold her last night and she watched while Annie jerked on her and came while I fucked her. I did Mom the same way and she came just as fast as dear Annie here." He ran his hands up Annie's lean thighs, under the skirt and onto her ass. Annie wiggled her ass. She grunted then relaxed back onto the table. 

Chris finally looked at me. "I entered both this morning at about noon when I was finishing up the fuck boxes and Annie came as soon as I slide into her. I think the anticipation is like foreplay. All they can think about is being in a vulnerable position like this, just waiting for someone to fuck them. That is all they think about. It keeps them horny." Chris shrugged. "Just a theory. Try them. I bet Annie will come right away before you get half inside. Mom, she likes a little more pumping but she'll come right way, too. Soon, I mean, fast. She is easy to make climax after she starts. Annie tends to start and stop." 

Chris looked at me. "Don't worry. She doesn't owe you much. Ask her." 

My curiosity overcame my shock at what I was seeking. Funny to think that after all the things I had seen and done that I could be shocked but reality is always more sumptuous than imagination, unless you were practiced. 

I went down the length of the table to Laura. I caressed her head and she lifted it, her covered eyes wagging back and forth. I carefully removed the gag and wadding from her mouth. The panties I took from her mouth looked suspiciously like Annie's. I could be wrong. I removed the buds from her ears. 

"Laura, Mrs. Wills?" I said, trying not to sound concerned. 

"Five times. He only let me come five times." Laura said quickly. Then she dropped her head to the table. "Except, except for the ten and ten yesterday. Do I owe you for that? Oh my god, Sonny, I will, will have to fuck the whole city if I keep this up." 

I glanced at Sammy and Landon who seemed like they did not understand Laura's language. Of course they did not know what she was talking about. So much for my concern and for my equation of orgasms for strangers. Clearly I had miscalculated the degree of anticipation in my buddy, Chris. By quite a bit, it seemed. 

"Are you okay?" I asked Laura, though I had no real doubt about it. She was plenty willing to be where she was. 

"Ask my son." Laura whispered. "You may own me but my son is my master."

I looked at Chris. His eyes met mine but his gaze did not waver or flit away. Not like Chris at all.

"Fuck her. Let's all fuck them. I have not tried it out with a cock in them both. There is a little shift in the fuck shelf. When you push them it shifts away, a max of about six inches but there is a spring assembly that allows about three inches with enough push. When you relax, she snaps back onto you. The whole table shifts. The sudden stop grinds you into them and they come like storms. And Mom's lying. I bet she has come two dozen times since Monday. I introduced her to it Monday. Annie interfered that afternoon."

"Sid called me, Chris. He has not been able to get in touch with her." I said. 

The flat stare flickered. Chris pulled the ear buds from Annie's ears. "Annie, you did not tell me you needed to talk to your husband." 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 14



She shook her head. Chris removed her gag. 

"Forgot Sid. Oh no, I forgot. Fuck me quick and I go call him." She relaxed onto the table. "Fuck Annie quick. Someone put cock in me. Mount me." Her voice was ragged with desire, thick with lust, demanding and pleading all at once. 

Chris' response was immediate and swift. His hand struck her ass with a loud whack. Annie groaned. Her body lurched. He looked back at me. "Mrs. Kingston gets confused about giving and taking orders. I order her and she does what she is told. This table is where you learn that. I was going go beat their asses and ride them today. Care to stick around? Fuck Mom. Sammy, care for a dip in Annie." He smiled with real pleasure. "I'll take their blindfolds off so they can watch each other get fucked. When you are done they both need a nice firm spanking." 

My cock got real hard. Well, it was hard I guess I just noticed it, thinking of ramming into Laura Wills strapped down on the fuck horse. I felt, I felt ashamed somehow. 

"Fuck her, Sonny." Landon was staring at me. A hand ran over his cock, smoothing up and down the tented front of his slacks. 

"Help yourself, Landon." I said, feeling mean. 

His eyes looked shattered. 

I realized that he wanted to but feared to do so, he felt loyalty to well, at least Darlene. I had a vision of that woman strapped down to this gadget. To dispel that arresting vision, I moved behind Laura. Chris moved to remove her blindfold. He then clicked something on each end of the table. 

"There. Now they will shift as you ram them. Pussy on a stick. Enjoy." He sauntered over to a worn office chair and sat down. It squeaked in the dank silence. The women were completely still, heads down, fit into the gap in the table, bound tightly into position, their legs wide a position that implied one thing. Well, no, that position suggested all manner of things. I inspected Laura. 

Her legs were on the ground, eight inches apart but well secured as Annie was. I lifted her skirt, a gauzy summer dress that ghosted her legs. She was nude underneath, as expected. I ran a hand up the back of her legs. 

She groaned and lowered her head. "Fuck me, Sonny. God I am so hot to be fucked. All I can think about is my cunt. I want it filled with something. God, Sonny, fuck me!" 

Chris rose from the chair with a little leather quirt in his hand. He gestured and I moved away. The quirt cracked across Laura's bared ass. She shrieked. 

"Mother, I warned out about ordering people around. Stop it." He sauntered back to his chair and sat down. 

Laura wheezed on the table. "Please, please fuck me, Sonny. I beg you. I have been like this and all I want is an orgasm or ten. Please mount me. Please, I beg you!" Her voice twanged with urgency. 

I touched her between the legs. Her body flexed but did not move much. At the other end, Sammy dropped his trousers and skimmed his briefs down to his knees. Annie lifted her head then screamed really loudly as he entered her. True to Chris' prediction, she bucked into an immediate and violent orgasm. Her voice chattered and wheezed as Sammy ground his cock into her pussy. The orgasm ran through her in waves. She moaned, fighting the bonds, rattling the structure of the apparatus, bucking with each new surge of pleasure. Sammy pulled back and hammered back into her. The table shifted just a bit. 

Laura squeaked. 

A new surge of orgasm wracked Annie. 

I regarded Laura's closed legs and her pouting pussy lips. 

"There is a latch, a peddle to open her a little to the right and then one in the middle to finish spreading her." Chris said helpfully. 

I stepped up and found her cunt was too high for me. Chris pointed to a box off to the side made of plywood, about two feet square. 

"I am going to cover the boxes with something to make it more comfortable but for now, it works okay. There is a latch to hook it to the table so you don't go for a ride." Chris said helpfully. 

I stepped on the pedal. Her legs spread to about sixty degrees. Mrs. Wills sifted towards Annie and then jerked back as Sammy slammed into Annie. I found the middle pedal and spread her more, to 100 or 120 degrees. I got the box into place and found the latch. Between her spread legs I knelt to hook the box up. "A mounting box." I mumbled, thinking out loud. "A box mount?" I looked up at Laura's pussy and ass. I stood up. 

"Oh yes, now, Sonny. Please!" Laura wills keened at me. 

Sammy retreated from Annie and the two suspended women shifted his direction. He slammed back into the Chinese woman and she screamed, bucking with little motions. The whole table shifted towards me, the two women riding it. The motion made Laura twitch, the motion echoing in her body. She groaned. 

Standing on the box, between her spread legs, I shoved my pants down and bared my cock. I flipped her skirt up again, revealing her white buttocks, tipped up and spread by her position. When I touched Laura's hip she jerked. Then she twitched back towards Annie and then back towards me again. For a moment I felt like I was falling. I imagined what Laura must be feeling. The vertigo was curiously delicious. I bent my cock, touched it to Laura's pussy and pressed. Her tight ass was tilted up and tense in that position and it opened her up. I ran my hands up her tights. She twitched away from me which tipped me a little off balance. I fell forward and we shifted again, a smooth jerk that lodged my cock deep into her. Sammy slammed into Annie. The table shifted against me, the motion skewered Laura onto my cock. I jammed into her with no gentleness. 

"Oh yes, fuck me!" Laura wills groaned, shaking. Her voice was raw with emotion and passion. Her body began to buck. 

I pressed forward, inclining my whole body to shove my cock into her. I put both hands on her hips. Her great ass muscles rippled under my grip. Her pussy was hot and slick. I pulled back and she clicked towards me, riding the table onto my cock. I withdrew further and then slide fully inside of her. I pulled back and hammered forward as hard as I could. I felt her shift before me. Annie squealed. 

Sammy hammered into Annie and Laura's body clutched back tighter onto my cock as Annie yanked on her arms, pulling her away from me. She grunted and her body shifted under me, completely impaled on my cock. I grasped her hips and proceeded to fuck her. Five or six hard strokes and I was coming, filling her pussy with cum. She shifted away from me than back again. The sensation swamped me and I hammered into her, filling her.

Laura began to come just when I began the little rabbit strokes as I poured into her. She groaned as I fucked her and then she came and came and came, wave after wave of constant orgasm that made her whole, bound body twitch as she climaxed over and over again. Her pussy cliched and seethed around my cock. 

On the other end, Sammy was filling Annie with much the same result. She lurched and bucked on the fuck table, her body securely held but fully supported. All she had to do was lay there, be fucked and come. That she did, over and over again. The two women yanked and jerked at each other; forming a curious communication of their own orgasmic convulsions that seemed to resonate from woman to woman and back again. 

I lay over Laura's back. There was no place to put my hands so I gripped her shoulders and virtually collapsed onto her back. My weight seemed to trigger something in her and she bucked as best she could again. Her body twitching and shifting bound as she was. There was something truly amazing about entering a woman so utterly helpless but excited by her predicament. Her excited breath rattled under me. 

After a moment, I struggled to my feet and pulled out of her. Laura sighed as my cock popped free of her body. 

"Chris, you are a fucking genius." Sammy said, standing between Annie's splayed legs. 

I looked at Landon and saw something I had never seen. He stared at Annie with a look in his eyes that made him look as different as Chris did. He looked at Annie with longing. 

I pulled up my pants. I needed the toilet. I dashed upstairs as Chris said something to Landon about it being his turn to ride the fuck horse. I did not hear his response. He was torn. I truly did not know whether I would have been in his place. His girl friend fucked for money; why should he turn down perfectly delectable MILFs? I had no answer. Coming out of the toilet I heard a cell ringing. Curious, I followed it to Mrs. Wills purse. 

I was surprised at myself. I dug it out. I am usually not that nosy. I looked at the display and there was a name, rather than a number. It read, "Mary Fuck Me." I could not help it, I answered it. "Hello?" I said. 

Silence. 

"Hello? Mary?" 

"Sonny?" Her voice was terribly surprised. 

I found I was tickled she knew my name, recognized my voice. Fuck, for a moment I felt like a celebrity. 

Mary gurgled softly. She recovered quickly. "Should I ask why you are answering Laura's phone?" 

I searched for an answer to the question she did not really ask and did not find one. So I answered the one she did ask. "No." I said laconically. 

"Oh. Okay. Is she there?"

"I'll give her a message." I said. I chuckled meaningfully and as it turned out, truthfully. "She's tied up." 

Mary laughed. "I see. Tell her I want her. Inside the hour. That was our agreement, right?" 

I nodded. Shook my head. I was not previously so anti-verbal. "That's right. I'll see she is there within the hour." 

"Okay." Mary disconnected. 

I stood there staring at Laura's phone. Clearly they had been in contact since she gave her number to Mary. Interesting, I thought. I turned to go down to get Laura and stopped. The fuck horse was built for two. If she left, what would they do? We needed someone on the other end. Mom was out of town, Alissa was at work. That left Mrs. Clark or Mrs. Rossini. Well, Kyla was not really an option yet. Not really. Who was I kidding, she would have come running but I wanted to leave her out for the moment. I felt like she needed to be air tight first. 

I felt something else. My role as director in our little one act play seemed to be on the way to becoming superfluous. Chris had changed the whole milieu. Fucking the MILFs seemed to be taking on a whole new dimension; one I was not sure fit me very well. It was all well and good ramming my cock into a pussy mounted on a stick but it was not exactly what I loved. But who was I too mess with Chris' deal? He seemed to have an affinity for fuck hardware and the two women howled with orgasms; just because that was not my thing did not mean I should mess with it. Landon had a fever for it. 

I found my pack and got my phone. I dialed Brent. He answered. "Buddy, where are you?" 

"Just driving into my garage." 

"Is your mom fuckable?" 

Silence. Then, "yes. I mean I," he laughed nervously, "I have been doing her." 

I nodded. "Perfect. Can you blindfold her and bring her over here? I think she deserves some attention." 

"Where's here? Dude I need some detail." 

"The Wills house." I said. "How long?" 

"Give me an hour." His voice was tight. "It's Wednesday, Sonny, do you think this is a good idea?" 

"Chris is doing Laura." I said. "He has not been to classes at all this week." 

"Shit, that does not sound like him." Brent said. "Oh. Oh! I think I am seeing the problem. Okay, I'll bundle her up and bring her over." He chuckled. "Someone had to go last. Glad it wasn't me." 

I rang off. I decided Mrs. Rossini would be enough. I went downstairs to find Landon balls deep in Annie, riding the fuck horse while Chris rammed his mom. The table jerked back and forth as they found an alternating rhythm. The women both groaned with each shift of the table. One guy would hold to the table while the other ram his woman which in turn jerked at the other woman and clicked the table in that direction ramming her onto the stationary cock. When the first guy held still, the table would click back his direction, ramming his woman onto his cock. Then the second guy would ram his woman and the table would click against the spring mechanism and the first guy would have his woman jammed harder onto his cock, if he would hold his position. The women seemed to orgasm with each motion, bucking as they were moved back and forth. After a couple cycles, both women began to come at the same time, pulling on each other and crying out as their individual orgasms synchronized and harmonized together, blending as they were both fucked. The motion communicated to each woman the feeling the other was experiencing. It seemed to amplify their pleasure. 

I cleared my throat. "Hey guys, I, ah, I need Mrs. Wills for a while. I'll bring her back." 

Chris looked at me. His expression was bland. He halted his penetration of his mother and pulled back. 

Sammy looked at me, "Ah, Sonny, do you think that is wise. I mean, look at her. She seems to be doing fine." 

"Annie needs to call Sid. I answered Laura's phone and she needs to take care of something for me. I have studying to do so I need to get. Laura, she can take me home." I was torn about telling about Mary's claim on Laura, and on me. 

Landon continued fucking Annie and she continued loving it. 

Chris stood behind his mother. "Fine. When she gets back, we'll do her ass. She hasn't been airtight yet." 

I nodded. I felt the director baton slip out of my hands. I cared not a whit. The MILF List was hardly my invention but it had turned into my thing. I wanted to get out of that role. I did like completeness though. Five airtight MILFs, six really, had a sort of unity, a poetic completeness. Who am I kidding? They were all worth the fuck, for fuck's sake!

Chris began unfastening his mother from the fuck horse. When she was fully loosed, she stood, strangely, she covered her breasts with her arms and hurried past me up stairs. She did not ask what I was talking about. Maybe she already knew. 

Landon continued to fuck Annie. 

"I called Brent. He is bringing Tasha over in an hour or so. You can use her to balance the horse till Laura gets back." I expected someone to ask me what the hell was going on but no one did. I felt guilty, breaking up someone else's party. No one objected but I still felt like a butt. 

Landon pulled out of Annie. "I have to go too." He said, his eyes on me. Sammy stepped up and began to release Annie. Free, she found a little tee shirt and pulled it over her head and down over her tits. She looked around and left us, like a skittish deer bumped by a car, thankful to be alive and free once more. Landon went up stairs after her. 

"Something bothering you, Sonny?" Chris asked. 

His voice was elegantly neutral. I shook my head. "No. The jeweler called. We need to go back there." 

Chris nodded. "Ah. I get it."

"What?" Sammy asked, mystified. 

Chris answered him. "Sonny traded mom for a twelve grand necklace. She has to fuck this woman whenever she calls." Chris looked over at me. "Mom told me all about it. She, she said she wants to finish out with you before she puts on the collar again. She said it is mine."

I nodded. The Chris we knew had disappeared. There was nothing timid about him but he seemed still gentle in manner but his manner had steel in it that had not been there before. 

"Sammy, let me show you the dangle tree." Chris said. 

I went upstairs. I was curious about what the hell a "dangle tree" was but decided I would find out in due time. 

Laura was standing in the living room looking at her phone when I arrived. Her hair was wet from her flash shower. She wore white slacks that hugged her ass and a black blouse. Black, white and blond; what a picture! She looked at me. She got her coat and we went out to her car in the garage. She did not open the garage door. I got into the passenger side and she took the drivers seat. We just sat there, both staring straight ahead at nothing. 

"Don't you think you should open the door or start the car or something?" I said finally. 

"I don't know what has happened, Sonny. Something is happening to my son, something I, I never expected." She looked over at me. "He, he wants to be my master." 

"Let's go. Mary is waiting." I said, not wanting to have this conversation here. I admit it, the whole subject made me nervous. I felt caught out in some sort of crime. She did as I suggested and once onto the street, I said, "Mrs. Wills, our little arrangement is only good if it is good for you. If you want out, we'll call it good."

Laura did not respond till she stopped at a traffic light. She put a hand over onto my leg. "Sonny, don't take this wrong but I cannot be something to you and Chris at the same time."

I nodded. I was thinking the same thing. "Hey, I only served to fill the position. I have no investment in keeping you on a leash." 

The light changed and she drove on towards the mall. She looked over at me suddenly. "Oh Sonny, was I supposed to take you home?" 

That had been my original intention but now I was seeing the situation more clearly. I shook my head. "You have to decide, Mrs. Wills. Do you want to do this thing with Mary, our thing with the orgasms or do you want to ride the fuck horse? Makes no difference to me." I said. "You are a grown woman so you can decide but you cannot do both. You have to pick." 

"If I don't go with you to see Mary, is that all right?" She said softly. 

I shrugged. "I probably should have brought the necklace along to give back to her." I said. "We got a hell of a deal." 

Mrs. Wills nodded. 

"Is that what you want? Ride the fuck horse and call our thing to a halt?" 

Laura pulled into the mall entrance and parked without speaking. She looked over at me. For a while she regarded me and then she nodded. "Yes. He's my son and, and I have the feeling that this, this thing we have started, it will not be over soon for him. Or for me, for that matter." She shuddered as though she were chilly. Her head bowed. "He, he wants to own me. Really own me, not like you and Alissa. You just use her. He wants, he wants everything." Her voice sounded on the edge of hysteria. 

I could not tell if it was good hysteria or bad. I did not ask what "everything" might include. I focused on the moment. I could do that but fuck, my chest hurt. "Will you go in and at least see what the situation is?" I grinned at her. "Once more, for old times?" 

Laura smiled back at me, wistful. "You won't take this personally, will you, Sonny? I love what you have done for me!" She snickered. "With me. To me. Oh god, Sonny, you have no idea! I am a different woman than the one you fucked on your kitchen table with Cici watching. That was a dream, of seeing her eyes on us. I knew I liked to be, to perform but I had no idea what I would do to have that. Last weekend ... it was amazing but Sonny, Chris is my son. And, and he wants me! You cannot imagine what that feels like. He wants me, Sonny. On my back, on my knees, in my ass, in my mouth, I do not care. He can spin me from the ceiling again and give me to all of his friends so long as he still wants me when he is done. He wants me and I want to be used however he likes. He would never stand for it like Sammy does." She sighed, sucking breath through her teeth. "Neither would I, honestly. So, so this time but after this, after this I don't see how ..." 

She meant it. I felt like I had been caught stealing and she was apologizing for making me put everything back. I patted her on the shoulder. "I understand, pretty girl. I bought the collar but it was for both of you. It fits you but it is really his." Laura Wills beamed like I understood something important that made her happy. I felt satisfied. "Come on then. Let's go see Miss Mary." 

We left the car and entered the mall, striding easily, side by side, not touching. She remained a half step behind me. I could not decide if it was because she liked the feeling of being towed along, longing for the collar and her leash or she liked looking at my ass. It was late and the mall was sparsely populated, even for a Wednesday. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 15: Conclusion



This is the final episode. Many issues need to be resolved, some are and some are not. Sharing the MILF list proves to need some development before things heat up. I hope you enjoy this conclusion. This is not the END, but the next in the adventures of Sonny Duncan. Thanks for your support. Vote your conscience, feedback is much appreciated. -C

*****

I took a Saturday bus home late Saturday morning half expecting to have someone dog me to go back to the Wills house. No one did. Alissa offered to give me a ride but I left her nude in her own bed. I did not fuck her again on the thought that I would need to retain cum for the Wills airtight flight. I walked pensively to the bus stop and rode it all the way home. 

My blisters had something doing and they packed up and were gone before I go home. They left a note saying they would be back Sunday night. There was no sigh of Mom; that is, not only was she not in the house, there was no sign that she had even been home the night before. I wondered if my blisters wondered what mommy dear was up to but they did not mention it in their note. Whatever was going on between the females of my household, they did not feel any need to include me in their negotiations. 

I spend most of the day studying and found I was curiously focused. Whenever the flow stopped, I thought about Laura Wills and the rail and yes, I got hard but oddly, I felt like I was not being left out of anything. I liked it, a day to myself. I puttered some, studying enough to salve my conscience. I waited for the guys to call and for me to feel slighted or left out. I thought about calling Alissa about seven that evening but demurred. I settled in and watched "Die Hard" again since it was on HBO. I hate watching movies like that with the polite words dubbed in. It is just not the same. I went to bed early and slept like the dead. 

The next day was much the same. I studied and puttered, fixing myself a nice breakfast without any females sneering at my sloppy cooking or telling me when things were done. Of course I overcooked my sunny side up eggs but no one was there to point that out to me and they tasted just fine. I had learned to cook because from time to time I pissed of all the females in my house and it was better to eat alone. At first, they used that against me because I would only resort to PB&Js but eventually I learned to cook myself just so they would not threaten me with whatever the "fuck Sonny" issue of the month was. They were never mean, just saucy and from time to time that was just irritating. 

It was around noon when Sid called. "Hey Sonny?" 

I did a quick calculation and discovered it must be around one in the morning there. "Sid, Dude, what are you doing up this time of night on a Monday morning?" 

"Do not even ask. I will tell you everything and then you'll want to come over here and get a taste yourself. I called to ask about Annie. I haven't talked to her since you told her to call. What's going on?"

I explained what I thought was going on.

"You're not over there?" 

"No, Sid, I am not really into all that stuff. I tied the women up just to keep things organized, not really to, well, actually I did kind of like that part of it but all the other stuff, that just isn't my thing. Mom has been over there all weekend and I would have bet all that was not her thing either. But she has not come home wagging her tail behind her, either." I stopped talking. "Okay, TMI, right?" 

"Well, maybe. But Sonny, it really is good to know stuff like that though. I just wanted to be sure she was all right." 

"You are a good egg, Sid. She is fine. We are taking fine care of your wife." 

Silence. 

"Sid? You still there?" 

He was, I heard him grunt and I could not interpret the sound. Finally Sid did speak. "Sonny, listen, you know, last week, what we talked about?" 

I thought back, leafing through my fuzzy memory. "Right, the MILFs and Mr. Cheng?" 

"Uh huh. Listen Sonny, I know you did not discuss the MILFs with Cheng and that was fine. It was really up to him to bring it up. He knows that. A guy just does not offer up a MILF unless, well, a guy does not do that to any woman without prior permission." 

I waited. 

"Well, I don't think Cheng is done with you. He might be back. You know, ah, he might still be interested in one of your MILFs. I don't know that for sure but it strikes me as very odd that he got you into his car with a couple bimbos and then just watched you fuck them."

"Hey, I did not fuck them both, just the one he offered me. Should I have refused his offer, Sid? Did I misread the situation?"

"No, no, not at all. I think you read it just fine. I just got to thinking yesterday that I cannot imagine that Mr. Cheng would not still be interested in an American MILF for his collection." 

"You think he will call me again or something?" 

"He might. I wanted to be sure you were aware of that possibility." 

"Possibility or certainty?" I asked. 

"Well, I'd say certainty. If I know the man and I may not but if I do, he wants a MILF before he terminates his stay and returns to China. Unless he has other options, which he might, I am thinking you have not seen the last of him. I know you are but be flexible." Sid paused. 

When he spoke again, he sounded a little embarrassed. 

"I know this may not be my business exactly, Sonny, but I like you and want you to do well. I, I thought about this several times this week and wondered if I should mention it. You see, I think you are a unique guy. Most men, people really, they have a specific spectrum of attraction. I mean, there is a small set of people who trip their trigger. That is what chemistry means. You find someone that blends with you just right and the sex will always be fabulous regardless of how bad they are for your or unavailable. It is a nearly irresistible urge to give into someone like that." Sid stopped talking.

I was curious but not anxious. I wondered if he was trying to be delicate about something and then I did get anxious. "What are you trying to tell me, Sid?"

He sighed, a big blow into the phone, like the wind came up. "Sonny, I think you may be one of those unique people who has the chemistry to match just about anyone. It seems to me that every woman you meet has the willingness to show you what's under their skirt and to let you do whatever you want with whatever you find there. That is unusual. Annie, I saw Annie with you. She seemed scared to put you off yet she knew you were jamming it to all the other MILFs and she did not care. She is, was horribly jealous and overbearing and that was one reason I dumped her in a suburban little house like that on her own. I would come by from time to time but I did not think I could ever live with her. She made me a little crazy, despite our little arrangement. I am avoiding the point.

"Sonny, I think you could seduce any woman you wanted. Really. That, if that is true, if you can, then you will find it could dominate your life. There is nothing you can do about it but it could and likely will rob you of a normal life. Unless you have the patience of Job and the resolution of a Tarheel, you will find yourself lifting every skirt you like and fucking them more often then not. It is like you get a free fuck from every woman you like and they never try to put a bone in your nose. I have seen it before, twice and it ruined both guys. Neither understood it and I never got it till later. They both spent their youth trying to have a 'normal' sex life. But they kept ending up dick down in a vee of strange and upsetting whatever normal life they had been pursuing. They hurt a lot of people, not the least the women who loved them. 

"Sonny, I might be wrong but you need to think about this whole MILF deal and see it for what it is. It is your deal. Without you, it never would have happened. Your buddies, they would still be painting the sky with their dicks and not putting them into every MILF orifice they can reach. You need to take that seriously. I just, Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell, she would fuck you whenever and wherever you wanted but she asked me the other day if she had to turn that big titted blond in her office over to you or not."

"Clara Swearington?" I asked, just to be clear. 

"Swearington, that's right. She, she was amazed that you opened her up like you did. She said it was like convincing a starving wolf to eat a steak. She, she is worried that you will fuck everything that moves and lose any hope of happiness—her words. I don't know if I agree with that assessment but I know this, if I am right and you do have the ability to fuck anything you like, you owe the rest of male humanity to do just that. We all wish we could but most of us never get the chance. But unless you acknowledge that is what is going on, you will spend a lot of time, tears, and treasure trying to conform to a life that everyone else is living. All I am saying is that may never be in the cards for you. Even if you play the straight arrow and never fuck around on that special someone, if women throw themselves at you all the time, even if you never lift a finger, it will be very, very difficult for any woman to live with that sort of attention going to their man. You get what I am trying to say?" He did not want an answer because he went on without waiting for my reply. 

"I may be overstepping but I felt like I should mention it to you. Those two guys I mentioned, they tried really hard but in the end, they just suffered and suffered with it. I often thought they would have been better off to face up to their high pussy potential. I have no idea how you do that but knowing that is what is going on might be worthwhile. I wanted to tell you this, let you at least hear it once so you could at least think about it. I am off to bed. Talk to you again, Sonny." That, it turned out, was a big fat lie. Neither of us knew it at the time, though. 

I did think about his words. Later that day Landon dropped by with Mom. She staggered upstairs to shower and bed, not even speaking to me. Landon stood there just inside the front door looking like an usher looking at a duplicated ticket when the theater was full. Finally, he looked up from the floor. 

"Sonny, do you think I am a shit?" 

I knew what he was referencing and did not play like I didn't. "Not sure it matters what I think, Landon. But I know for certain that if you do not get ahead of things with both of the women in your life, you are asking for sure heartache." 

He nodded. "What should I do?" 

"Tell them the truth. Coping with the truth makes much more sense than trying to deal with some lesser version of it that is not quite a lie but isn't quite the truth, either." 

We left it at that but my own words haunted me the rest of the week. Chris finally showed up at class on Wednesday. He looked like a vampire on a vision quest; haggard, exhausted. When I mentioned that he just grinned wanly and shook his head. "I can't stop, Sonny. God help me, I do not want to stop and until she wants me to, I doubt that I will." 

I shrugged and told him to have Annie call Sid. He said he would. After we parted I thought about Kyla and her three holes; I felt like maybe I should have reminded him and wondered if Laura would want to serve her. I'd ask about it another time. 

That week Mom worked late, getting home late. Her absence the week before and her "date" with Sammy sort of ended out little private romance. It was as if we were back to being conventional mother and son; leave it to Beaver rather than Beaver and Beaver. I called Alissa Tuesday but got voice mail. I had thought to discuss what Sid had said with her but once I realized she was not picking up and I lost my nerve and hung up. She was often busy and so I did not interfere. I felt like I was floating and Sid's words hovered around me like a swarm of sand flies, buzzing up my nose and in my ears and flying at my eyes. All I wanted was for it to go away and leave me in peace. It is safe to say I was bothered. 

Like I had in the past, I concentrated on life without pussy for a while, but just a while. Wedensday, Wei Cheng called me. I did not ask how he got my number. 

"Mr. Sonny?" He said my name funny, like Mr. Shunny. 

"Mr. Cheng?" I said, guessing rightly. 

"Yes, yes, Cheng Wei here. We did not get to finish our business the other day. I am back in town and I have a proposition for you." 

"Oh?" Dealing with this world, the world where Sid lurked left me feeling like I was missing something and it made me cautious. You might call it chicken shit but I prefer to call it caution. When Mr. Cheng did not speak, I said, "I'm listening."

"Of course. I want to buy one of your MILFs." 

There it was. "Sounds more like pleasure than business, Mr. Cheng." 

He chuckled. "Business, then pleasure." 

For a moment I had a horrible thought, that I was putting Kyla Clark into danger but then I considered Sid Kingston and the fact that I and my friends were fucking his wife with abandon, his strange wife, I'll grant you but his wife nonetheless. If there was danger here, I was already in it up to my nuts. I thought of Annie then Connie and my cock twitched. The feeling passed and any thought of danger evaporated. 

"Business then pleasure." I repeated, searching for the next line. "Well, Mr. Cheng I think I have the the perfect woman for you." I lowered my voice, I guess just for emphasis. "I do. She loves it. Her ass, fuck me, it is magical. She has a magic ass." 

"Magic ass? Magic ass? Yes, I like that. Magic ass!" He laughed hard. "I like that. Magic ass! You funny guy! You have MILF who like ass fuck? I," here he stopped, sobering abruptly. "Maybe I want you to show me. You know, give me little demonstration."

Bingo. That was where I was going. I had Alissa in mind for just such a conference. Then I hesitated, what if this was some sort of ploy? I smirked at my phone. So what, I thought, I would be balls deep in Alissa's ass while a man she may well end up across the negotiation table watched. That would surely put a rumble in her tummy. I liked that idea, that she would be excited by this sort of professional danger. In my gut I thought she would, hoped she would but even if I got it wrong, I had Sid Kingston telling me to go for it. "I think that might be a good idea. I have another MILF, for me, who might be willing to let you watch while I do her ass." 

"Two MILFs? Oh, oh, oh!" Wei Cheng hooted with laughter again. "Sid say you great guy. No American guy ever say this to me. Ever offer to show me how to fuck girl ass. You serious?"

I nodded, hesitating. "She is black. Is that all right?" 

"Negro? You mean black skin?"

I nodded. 

He thought a minute, then smacked his lips. "Yes, that is fine. My MILF, she not black though, right. She is white woman?" 

I nodded and said "yes". 

"Yes, okay Joe, you fuck your black woman, I fuck your white MILF. How much?"

"I'll let you negotiate that with Kyla."

"Kyla? That her name? Pretty. I like." 

"Kyla, Kyla Sloan." I decided I needed to change the names to protect the innocent. No telling what circles who ran in above me that far. Better to be circumspect. But not Alissa. I wanted Wei Cheng to know I fucked Sid's attorney, after I fucked Sid's attorney. That would be interesting for everyone concerned. The risk, that made it interesting. Not for me, hell I was so dumb I could not even begin to see the risk in this tangle of professional maneuvering. What I got out of this was so far out of sight, the only thing that I had to focus on was Sid's intimations and the pussy in the near distance. I was young and pussy balanced almost every risk. I almost suggested Laura Wills but something told me that Kyla was a better solution. This strange was certainly strange enough for them both. I thought she would enjoy it and that surely would improve Mr. Cheng's experience. Laura would likely be preoccupied, if Chris let go of her. It was better not to go there, not to even ask. 

My next job was to get Kyla airtight. She deserved a little attention of her own for going this long, after being first, and for having a magic ass. 

"Then, is that all?" I said. "Wait, no wait? Mr. Cheng?" I always forgot things like this, little fucking details that kicked your ass, like Napoleon's boots that gave him the cold and made him lose Borodino. "Hello?"

"What?"

"When? Where?"

"Oh yes, I am staying at the Bedford. I not there now. Friday. For weekend. That okay? I meet you and MILF in bar at five o'clock? That okay?" 

I heard the tremor in his voice and I wondered what it meant. It sounded like eagerness if I was any gauge of his intonations. But I was just learning to read other people's voices and to pay attention to them. I decided the guy was eager and allowed myself to feel good about that. 

"That will be fine. See you then."

"Mr. Shunny? You understand, I want to fuck your MILF, right? Ass no ass, I want to do her on her knees. You understand, right?" 

"Sure, Mr. Cheng. You buy her but Mr. Cheng, no marks. American women," I stopped. What the fuck did I know about American women or any women? Well, likely more than Mr. Cheng but still, pointers that weren't pointers made you look stupid. "American women are great. You should have a great time." 

He cleared his throat. "Mr. Shunny, do not want to give offense but I would like you to wear nice clothes. This is best hotel and they don't like blue jeans and T-shirts." 

"I have a suit." 

"No, you not understand. I will text you an address. Go there today and they will measure you for nice suit, shirts, all of that. Get you good shoes. Make you look wealthy. I know, Sid tell me you regular guy with four MILFs; that make you rich but in the Bedford, it better if you look rich by yourself. Can't pay hotel bill with MILFs!" Cheng thought that was hilarious and guffawed till he snorted. 

"I have nice clothes." I said, a little put off. 

"No one let you in bar dress like dumb college boy. Besides, I am meeting business associate at Bedford Friday. Just for a moment. He is bringing me a check. Big check. You need to look like you belong. Not like pimp." The man chortled over the phone. "It's business. I don't care if you go naked but business guy, very uptight. No understand. I like idea of your MILFs dress like hookers, that make him very nervous."

A light went on. Not about what he was saying, I had no idea what that all meant. I understood he had another appointment and wanted to show off two women dressed like hookers but why I could not imagine. "What should the women wear?" They would want to know. "Slutty or elegant?" 

"Swutty?" 

"Hooker style or elegant? Do you want them to look like hookers or like they are wealthy?" 

Pause. "They dress like hookers? Really? I love hooker style." He laughed. "Hooker style? Is that real style?" His voice betrayed him, he was really asking. 

I felt so American, with our quaint little colloquialisms that made us sound like rubes. "I cannot describe it but I guarantee that you know it when you see it." 

"Know it when I see it? Oh, that is rich! You funny man!" Mr. Cheng hooted again. 

"Slutty it is then." I said. 

"Swutty?" The laughter stopped. 

"Hooker style. They will dress in hooker style." I got the feeling that Mr. Cheng was fucking with me because it just did not seem normal that a man of his position and accomplishment would be so willing to appear ignorant. But then, maybe that was part of my charm. Mine, not his, and perhaps he tolerated it for my MILF pussy. Men have done more for less. 

"Hooker style, yes. Yes! Friday. Five o'clock. Bedford hotel bar." 

"Got it." I hung up and looked around me. I was on campus and while I had been talking on the phone I was utterly honed in and never looked around. I had to concentrate to catch his meaning because on the phone his accent had a burr that slowed down my comprehension. I felt like it was a balancing act the whole time. There was a redhead who was staring at me. I got my shit together and walked away. Even if all she heard was "hooker style" it was best to beat it. 




Sharing the MILF List Ch. 15: Conclusion



I took the bus to the address and got tricked out. What a place. I had to ring a buzzer just to get in and at first they were unwilling to give me the time of day but one of them checked a picture and they straightened right up. I felt like fucking royalty and I have to tell you, that is sort of great. When they were done, they took my address and told me they would deliver the goods, a full suit of clothes. I chortled, thinking how confused my sisters would be. I was going to school and not working yet here I would be with a ... shit, I had no idea what the suit would cost but the gold plated toilet I used suggested it would be more than a buck sixty. 

I got home late that night. I saw Brent on campus but we did not discuss the MILFs. We studied together at the library for a while and then he gave me a lift home. It sucks not having a car but it is great when your buddies do. I was walking up the walk to my front door when I wondered to myself how many guys would trade a car for a MILF on a leash? I smirked. Then sobered, thinking about how cool it would be to have my own car. Crap. Fortunately the option of pussy or a car was not really practical unless Cheng would cough up ten grand for a piece of ass. No, I had to play the long game here. I walked to the door, sheepish that I could think of tricking out my own mother, which was what I was thinking. A guy should never think such a thing. Sisters, however, they might be a different deal. You think? I think I had a concussion. 

I went upstairs through a cloud of glowering females to my room. My truce with my sisters was contorted around their confusion. I was lucky they had not been home during the weekend. For all I know they did not even know she did not come home Friday night. I kept waiting for another surreptitious blow job or for Dalia to come back and bare her tits for me. I think she was waiting for me to make some move and the longer I went without doing so the more moribund she became. 

Mom tapped on my door and did the whole Mom routine, not coquettish, no flirtation, not flashing me anything. She was totally straight. Then the small talk lapsed and she just stood there in my room in her bathrobe. I had a flash that she wanted me to rip it off and give her a hot beef injection but that vibe was not what I was getting. I remained the dutiful, non-kinky son. 

After several moments of silence that dragged like a ride in an elevator with a puking street guy, she spoke up. "Sonny, uh, I, uh, Sammy called today. He said, he wants to take me out on a proper date. He is so cute but I don't think ... I mean ..." She staggered to a halt leaving us both in silence, all semblance of conventional mother and son conversation was gone. "Sonny, I told him 'no'. I mean, I did not feel right about, you know, unless I talked to you first." 

I was touched. "Mom, you are an adult woman and Sammy is an adult, a, well a child of legal age anyway with perfectly adult inclinations. You can do whatever you want. So can he." 

"I just didn't think I should let him assume ... you know."

Mom's reserve was firmly back in place. I shrugged. "That is all up to you. Does this mean I should not presume I can throw you on the bed and fuck you any time I like any more?" 

She grinned, nervously I thought. 

"No, Sonny. If you want me, I will be available. Laura feels the same way about you. I just don't want to be something your friends use like a dishtowel or something." 

"Laura seems to like being used." I said, my mouth rattling off my thinking again. I really needed to get a time delay on my fucking tongue. 

Mom smiled kindly. "Honey, that is not her and you know it. She is a one-man woman. She loves doing what you tell her. That is her thrill, to do what thrills her. If you told her not to a have sex with anyone else, she would stick to it, just because that is what you wanted." 

"She better watch out, Chris might want stuff I have not even thought of." 

Mom nodded. "I did sense something different in that boy." 

She was a champion of understatement. 

"So?" She said, arching an eyebrow.

"So what?"

"Should I go out with Sammy. And, you know?"

I almost made her spell out what she was so sure I knew but left it alone. I was trying to correlate what she was saying with what Sid had told me. I couldn't. "That is up to you, Mom."

"You mean you wouldn't care?" 

"If you fucked him? No." I said. I felt like I had just wet kissed a cat's back. I wanted to spit and I did not know why. I wasn't jealous. Then I understood. "Mom, look, you were mine but I gave you to Sid." 

"But that is not till after the first of the year." She had no better idea of when the Chinese New Year than I did. 

"So, till then, why don't you just do what you like? If you want to sleep with me, do that. If not, then don't." 

Her eyes got glassy. Shit, she was going to cry and I realized I may have stepped in it. 

"You aren't jealous?" She asked, her voice tremulous. 

"Should I be? No. Don't answer that, Mom. You are my mother. I, I seduced you and now we have to go on with life. Do you want to, you know, try to fit me between your legs as part of real life rather than this MILF fantasy we have been living?" 

She shook her head then she nodded. "That, that would be complicated. I ..." She hesitated, looking down. Her face took on a determined look, the same look she got when she had to paddle me when I was a kid. "Honey, I have to tell you something. I, I have had fantasies about being with you for years. Since you were young. I used to wake up quaking with orgasm. By the time you touched me, I wanted you too so bad I was dumb with fear you were being seduced by my simple desire. It may be a MILF fantasy," she grinned, "I kind of like that! MILF fantasy. But now, you are right, it is time to think about getting back to the real life that we can show to the rest of the world." 

I grunted. "Think my sisters are going to be able to get the sound of you coming while I fuck you out of their heads?" The comment was almost cruel and I regretted it immediately. 

Mom, however, smiled brightly, confusing the hell out of me. "You are such a good man, Sonny, I am sure you will do something to help them out." With that she, she turned to leave. At my door, she turned back to me. "I think I will call Sammy back. He is a sweet boy. I haven't been out on a proper date in years. I'll decide if I want to stay with him depending on how he behaves. He has to woe me." She grinned and sauntered out of my room. I toyed with the idea of letting Sammy know what he was in for but decided better he find out honestly than to go into it with my tips for tipping mom over onto her back. Mom might change her mind and do him in the parking lot. Women, once they decided sex was fine with them, could be voracious. And scary. 

I took a quick shower and then lay on my bed in a towel and called Kyla Clark. 

She answered on the second ring. 

"Sonny! Do I know what you want?"

"I doubt it." I said dryly. 

"Ohhhh, Sonny. What have you got in mind?"

I hesitated, wondering if the Saturday with Mrs. Wills had meant to her what Darlene intended it to mean. I realized I had not spoken to her since then and decided I better ease into this conversation. I assumed she knew she had come within a cunt hair of being turned out that afternoon and had been okay with it. That was part of my confidence she would agree to my proposal but in the very moment I was about to broach the subject, I quailed and decided I had better check to be sure the idea of turning a trick was not that strange to Kyla Clark. Better to not assume. "Uh, Kyla, what do you think Darlene wanted you to do Saturday?" 

Silence. "She, uh, she wanted me to fuck that guy for her." 

Not quite, I thought. "Kyla, she wanted you to fuck him with her. She told him," I cleared my throat. "She told him you were her mother and he wanted to, you know, do a mother and daughter duo." 

Silence. More silence.

"Kyla?"

"Oh." She said. "Oh!" 

I heard her sigh into the phone. 

"Oh, fuck me." She said. 

"That is why I am calling." 

She chortled a little. She did not sound horribly offended or repulsed. 

I felt a little better about this. I was about to trick dear Kyla out. I wondered if Darlene would be pissed I got it done first? "Mrs. er Mrs. Sloan, I wonder if you would be willing to meet someone for me?"

"Who? Sonny, are you feeling all right?"

"You need to have a different name, so if the meeting gets discussed, you know, it will not be you they are discussing." I realized she must think I was nuts. Kyla, however, took it in stride. 

"Mrs. Sloan? What happened to Mrs. Jones? Or Mrs. Robinson? Forget it. What are you talking about?" 

"I have a, a Chinese gentleman who would uh, like to meet you." 

"Chinese? Meet me?" 

I could hear it in her voice. I was losing her. I forged on. I had a day to fix it if I fumbled the ball. "He, well, he has never done the ass before and I thought, well, maybe you would care to give him a little lesson. You know, give him a little of your magic ass." 

Silence. 

Fuck, I hated these silences. 

"My magic ass." Kyla said finally. Her voice was small. "You want me to fuck a stranger."

"No." I said. "I want a stranger to fuck you. Jesus, Kyla, you know that Darlene is hooking, right?"

"Yes. I mean, I, I mean, she fucked that guy but I never saw any money. Hookers get paid. Wait, are you saying he wants to buy my ass."

"Among other things. Maybe. Eventually. After he does you on your knees, you know, from behind. You come highly recommended."

"I come pretty easy I think. If its you, anyway." 

"Thank you. Your are a dear." I waited, thinking, got nothing. "So?"

"So what?" 

"Will you do it?" 

"Do what? You mean your are actually asking me to fuck some guy you just met?" Her voice fairly screeched. 

I winced but did not back off. I was already wondering how mom would like to . . . Shit, she has a date with Sammy that night! That left Natasha and Laura. Suddenly I felt weird. I had options? This guy wanted to fuck a MILF and I had options! I did not feel so bad. In fact I felt a little pleased with myself. Then I realized I needed to say something else to Kyla. I didn't want her all pissed off at me. 

"Okay." Kyla said before I could squeak. 

It so surprised me I just goggled for a moment. 

"What? Change your mind already? Damn, Sonny, if Darlene likes hooking, if I try it, if she wants to do that mother daughter thing, maybe Landon will fuck me more often." She snickered a little. "Maybe he will do us both." 

Whatever, I thought. Then I thought about her and Darlene, I got hard. Is that weird? Fucking Landon had all the luck. I heard Nova screaming something downstairs and Tawny answering from out in the hall and I took back my comment. At that precise moment I realized something that seemed to have always been there but I had not acknowledged it. My mother wanted me to do my sisters! Okay, Landon did not have all the luck. 

"Sonny?"

"What. Yes, Friday, at five. Do you know the Bedford Arms downtown? We'll meet in the bar."

"Oh, uh huh. I get you. Five, then. I'll try. I'll check my schedule tomorrow and make sure I am clear. Uh Sonny, are you going to be there? How do I know him? There are a lot of Chinese in the world."

"I'll be there. I doubt you'll recognize me. I'll look for you. Kyla, be sure to dress really slutty. He wants you to look like a hooker. So don't be your typical elegant, horny MILF self. Look expensive." 

Pause, then, "fuck you, Sonny." She rang off and that was that. 

I needed to call Alissa before it got to late. She answered on the first ring. 

"Sonny! Oh my gosh, you would not believe the week I have had. Clara Swearington told Kline that you fucked her. He was out of town last week so she only got around to telling him this weekend. Not the rest I don't think. He came into my office Monday and wanted to fuck me. I had to call Sid to get rid of him. He was so pissed. He is still pissed but I think he knows that we have his balls in a vice. Peppers would skin him if he lost this account. I so owe you, Sonny. I owe you more than you will ever, ever know." 

"I will collect ever chance I get. Speaking of collecting, Alissa my darling. Could you be at the lobby of the Bedford by quarter after five on Friday, make it five-thirty? And Alissa, dress like you are for sale." I know I heard her gulp. 

"Okay, Sonny." She spoke, her voice softer. "Just me?" 

"What are you asking?"

She hesitated. "I mean, you, me in the Bedford ... you don't have that kind of money." She hesitated again, "or clothes." 

That sort of irked me, not because it was wrong but because she thought she could point it out to me. "Dear Alissa, dress like a hooker. I want to be able to see your nipple and your cunt. You need to look like you are giving it away for a nickle a pop."

Her voice hardened. "Like a cheap whore, then?" 

"Right." I waited. 

"All right. Then what?" Her voice had gotten soft, delicate like she was touched, touched in the good way, not mentally. 

"Don't worry about it. But, you should carry plenty of lube with you. Not one of those throw away, one-timers. Think enough for a weekend." 

"Lube?" She said, shock in her voice. 

"Lube." I said. "Friday at five." 

"I'll check my schedule, I am in bed. I'll call you tomorrow if I can't ..." 

"Rearrange your schedule. Five o'clock. No, five-thirty. No later but don't come early either. No between quarter after and five-thirty." I hung up. 

The rest of the week was exceedingly weird. Between Wei Cheng's appointment and Sid's comments, I could not think straight, so I just did what I did and did not think. The world left me alone, thankfully. I did see Sammy Friday afternoon. He saw me wave and when I walked up to him he looked really guilty, uncomfortable. 

I clapped him on the shoulder and asked him where he was taking my mom. He stared at me. 

"She told you?" 

I ignored him and asked for a ride. The tailor shop told me my stuff was ready and I needed a ride to pick it up. They were going to deliver but I had told them I thought I could come by. Sammy agreed. We did and then I hit him up to take me downtown. He ran us by his house and got clothes since he could run to Mom's office after he dropped me. We got in about four and found Dalia sitting in the dim living room waiting for me. Sammy, who did not know about Laura Wills and Dalia and I looked confused. She said she was sick and went up to her room. God but she seemed eager, which was very much not like her. 

I went up for a quick shower and to change. Sammy was waiting for me in his black tee and blue jeans. When he saw me he goggled and gulped. "Shit, you are not kidding. You look like Jame Bond, well, not that handsome but shit, Sonny!" 

By the time I strode into the Bedford, it was five to five. I was dressed in the best, most expensive clothes I had ever worn. I saw Wei Cheng in the lobby waiting for me. I was glad Sammy had given me a ride. He was buzzing the closer it got to his date with Mom. 

I walked over to Mr. Cheng and we shook hands.

"Almost did not recognize you, messy college boy." He said with a chuckle. "You look good." 

I thanked him profusely, acutely aware I had no way to repay him, well, except for Kyla. I sure hoped she showed up. Now I owed Cheng for a suit of clothes and a fantastic fuck. I had to make it up to him somehow. When I told him so, he waved me off. 

He told me Sid said to tell me it was a gift from him, which, I suspected was a lie. I felt nervous, like I was doing something wrong and would not admit it; like I was wearing a guy's silk bath robe after fucking his wife while he was out of town. 

I walked into the bar with Wei Cheng and I saw a blond woman turn her head and fairly felt her eyes sweep down and back up. She did not look away when I focused on her. Her eyes locked on my crotch and remained there, sizing me up, so to speak. I felt like meat. I snickered. I was meat. 

"I will sit at bar." Wei Cheng said. 

The woman did not look away. Her African princess friend chattered on, unaware. When the woman finally raised her eyes and smiled warmly, invitingly, I felt ten feet tall. "Okay. I told Kyla I would meet her in the lobby. Sit down and I'll send her in." I was dissembling a little. I had forgotten to tell her to negotiate a very nice price for her services as part of the game with Mr. Cheng. I wanted to be sure she got it right. Fuck, I hoped she'd show. 

Wei Cheng nodded and found a stool near the middle of the bar. The bar was filling up but it was not full. 

I sauntered out to the lobby and immediately saw Kyla confronted by a bellman and the concierge. I walked toward her. Her face was red and her eyes were angry, wide and heavy with mascara and false lashes. The eye shadow was a purple and pink blend. She wore a black see-through blouse with a bandaid bra, a two inch strip of cloth pulled tight over her tits, creasing them, making them bulge richly on her chest, accenting their fullness. She had a black taffeta skirt that swished when she moved, framing her fine legs, coated in black hose, not quite fishnets but of that style. Her shoes were velvet and rich scarlet high heels that laced up her ankle. I quit staring when I got close. 

"What is the trouble?" I asked.

"The woman." The bellman started. 

I held up a hand. He saw my clothes and stuttered to a stop. "This is my mother. We are going to a costume party. She is a hooker. I am her pimp." I extended my hand. "Mother. They are waiting." 

The two guys looked poleaxed. I led Kyla towards the door to the bar. "If I am not around, make sure you negotiate something higher than a grand. He likes to pay for it. It gives him the illusion he is not fucking around on his wife. I will sit you near him at the bar. You just wait. Alissa is coming or I hope she will."

Kyla gave me a look that condemned my cheap pun. 

I wanted to tell her it was an honest mistake but didn't. "I hope you are ready to be fucked in the ass by an amateur. He says he has never done this before." 

"You were an amateur, Sonny but I think you are a fast learner. You will come back?"

I nodded. "I'll use Alissa to show him what to do." I stopped at the door to the bar. Hearing my story made me doubt it but fortunately Kyla's participation did not demand a really good story. I wondered if Cheng was truly ass innocent? The thought fascinated me. If he was toying with me I should feel like a schmuck. If he was indeed inexperienced with the dirt road, I could feel at least a little smug. 

"I have lube but I am not sure if there is enough. Christ, I am horny. If he sucks, I mean if he can't make me cum . . . " Then she looked around my shoulder. "Oh my god!" She scrunched down in front of me. "Don't move. Don't move." She whispered. 

Puzzled, I turned around and saw who but Darlene Emerson, or Candy as she liked to be called when she wore those clothes, sauntering across the shiny gold lobby floor. She was casually unbuttoning a rich scarlet coat and as it parted from top to bottom, it was like a ripe plum splitting its skin to ooze its juicy goodness. Darlene looked like nectar. The dress was silver, what there was of it. From the waist down, is hugged her womanly shape, giving her hips a rippling chrome look. Above the waist, her skin showed through a completely clear silver netting that hid nothing, including her tits. She saw me and grinned with surprise. She waved. 

I was so shocked, so cock struck, I waved back. I still had not moved when she arrived and leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Hello, Mr. Duncan! My don't you look dapper. Someone knows someone. I had no idea you were so well heeled." 





Sharing the MILF List Ch. 15: Conclusion



Then she saw Kyla. "There you are Mrs. Clark. Rookie mistake not wearing a coat. If you are going to sell it, don't show it to anyone but the prospective buyers. None of them will look at you out here." She finished unwrapping herself. "I saw you from my car when you got stopped. I was going to get out and help but Mr. Gallant here managed to extricate you from a very tricky situation."

Kyla quit crouching against me, straightened and smoothed a hand down her hip. The black cloth was smooth and inviting, shimmering with the light. Like Darlene's, it hugged her hips and legs, ending just below the knees, forcing her to walk with little, mincing steps that made her ass twitch. "Darlene, what are you doing here?" 

"Why, Kyla darling, you invited me. Remember? You said we should do the mother-daughter thing some time and Sonny here filched it out from under us last weekend."

Kyla shook her head. "That is not what I meant. I mean, how did you know I was coming, er, here?" 

Darlene smiled. "Just dumb luck. I was all dressed up and no place to do or anyone to do it with and I was sitting outside your house when you left. I was going to surprise your darling son but then I saw you get into the taxi. Dressed like that, alone, I knew someone had something on her mind besides the PTA."

"I never . . . "

"No matter, dear. I saw you and I just followed you here. This is a nice place but unless you are meeting someone, I doubt they will let you stay."

"What am I? Swiss cheese?" I asked. I know, the saying is chopped liver but I am not Jewish so I fucked it up. Sue me. 

The two women looked at me and they both laughed together. 

Darlene lay a hand on my arm and leaned into me, pressing her body against me, her breasts molded themselves against my arm. Lord but I liked that. 

"Darling Sonny, you could not afford either of us, much less both." 

Kyla was regarding the girl and said with a completely sober face, "And why would you ever pay for something you will likely get for free, eventually?" She looked at Darlene and lifted her chin. 

I don't know about you but nothing makes me as nervous as two women pissed at each other. Well, nervous is not right. Oh, I was plenty nervous but the main emotion I was feeling was helplessness. Somehow a perfectly orderly ass fucking had turned into something entirely different. 

"We are meeting someone." Kyla continued. "I don't think he is expecting someone so young." 

"Oh, I am sure he won't mind. Do you know any guy who does not like the idea of fucking a MILF and her daughter?" Darlene returned the volley with plenty of hot sauce. 

We were standing at the door and finally, someone wanted out. I pulled it open for the approaching couple and we moved out of the way. The respectable woman eyed the two hookers and muttered, "Whores. Whores! Right here at the Bradford!" 

"We best sit down." I said. I was going to point out the snooty bitch got the hotel name wrong but they were gone. She was too homely to care about. 

"Who are we meeting?" Darlene said softly. "Yes, let's go in." 

I waited for the two women to precede me but neither was willing to move first. "Kyla, he is at the bar." 

Kyla glared at me and showed me just the tip of her tongue. Before making her entrance, showing everything but her entrance. I let Darlene follow. I caught her by the elbow. "Does Landon know you are here?" 

She looked at me with a curious heavy lidded disdain. "He is over at the Wills residence by now, I would think. He said he had to go check on Mrs. Wills. I know what that means. Kyla told me everything. He is off fucking one of your tamed MILFs, so I thought I would entertain his mother. Turns out she is entertaining me." 

I confess I was thinking about her words and when I arrived at the bar, I had nothing better. "Mr. Cheng, This is Kyla Sloan and her daughter Candy Sloan." 

Wei Cheng looked oddly at me. 

I grinned a little sickly. "Surprise?" I said. 

I assumed his face held a look of curiosity or confusion or maybe delight; there was something different about his look than bland indifference. I went with Darlene's assertion. "I have a surprise for you. They are both willing to . . ." He waved his hand at me and I shut up. 

He rose, took each woman's hand and kissed it delicately. "So pleased to meet you, ladies." He spoke impeccable English, with a slight British lilt. His pidgin from earlier was either an affectation or he was relaxing. Either way, I was put off by it. Somehow I was not good enough to try to impress with your best English? I was affronted but then considered his choices and found him to have impeccable judgment. Well, impeccable taste; I would not bend over backwards to impress me either. I had been put into my place very nicely and elegantly and, without much real effort. 

"So, so glad both of you were willing and able to join us this evening. You are both joining us, aren't you?" Mr. Cheng looked Darlene directly in the cleavage. 

She placed a palm under one breast and pushed it higher, mashing it against its sister. "Of course, Mr. Cheng. Whatever mischief you have in mind, I would not miss this for the world." 

Wei Cheng looked at me. "This is your doing?" He asked, his eyes alight with a fire you only see at Christmas in the west. 

I nodded, patting Darlene's rounded butt then leaving my hand splayed on the upper slope of her ass cheek. My god the girl felt nice, ripe young ass is different than the full, mature ass of your average MILF. My other hand looped around Kyla. I pulled them close, awkwardly and I intended it to be so. I squeezed them both hard. "I presumed you might enjoy the company of a mother and daughter?" I said. "Did I presume too much?"

I think Wei Cheng was not processing spoken English well or perhaps my accent threw him because it took him several heart beats to respond to me. Finally he looked from woman to woman before fixing his eyes on me. 

"Not presume too much." He said, the pidgin intruding again, then disappearing. "A beautiful mother and her beautiful daughter would be a wonderful addition to our evening!" 

Kyla twisted out of my hooked arm and pulled out a stool and sat to Wei Cheng's right. 

"Sonny, would you be a dear and check my coat?" Darlene asked. 

I helped her shed it. She glittered silvery in the lights. The mesh that covered and did not hide her torso flashed deceivingly. I was not the only one staring. She swept a hand through her main of Kyla-colored, light brown hair. Her breasts waved invitingly at me as she did so. I guided her to the bar and sat her to Mr. Cheng's left. Wei Cheng eyes drank her in when she sat down. I put her coat over my arm. "I have to meet someone." I said. I'll be right back. Order drinks. Long Island Iced Tea for me and, a Tom Collins, I think for Alissa." 

Darlene gave me a look that was curious and enticing at the same time, like she was measuring me for a tux and a casket at the same time. 

"I would like to buy lady a drink." Wei Cheng said. 

I realized I had no money. Well, I had bus fare in my wallet. My shirt was worth more than what I had in the bank. I had a moment of vertigo when I felt profoundly out of my league. The tailor he "recommended" to me who only accepted customers by appointment, and buzzed you in at the entrance like it was a fucking jewelry store were completely new to me. I was way out of my league but shit it felt nice! I liked it. 

I left them sharing drinks and sauntered out into the lobby, looking for a place to sit but discovered I had no need. Alissa was meeting the doorman. He had seen me and when I walked up the guy looked at me and sneered. 

"I suppose this is your mother too?" He asked. 

I slipped an arm around Alissa's waist and kissed her on the lips. She was tense as a whore in church. "No, she is my whore for the night. Think my mom will mind?" I released her and put Darlene's coat around her shoulders. Another fucking rookie, I thought. I steered her away from the two guys towards the bar. She was shivering. 

"They asked if I was a hooker, too." She said. Then she snickered a little. "I thought I looked pretty good for a girl from the parsonage." 

She did. She had blinding white thigh boots that had straps up the back of her black legs. They were leather or faux leather and tight. The straps were many but narrow and not close enough together to obscure either her fine legs or her black skin itself. They left most of the back of her legs bare with little straps all the way up from her calf. She wore a tight stretch dress that ended just above the boot tops. It was white, translucent, and showed her bra but no panties. Her Nubian body ghosted the dress; it looked a size or three too small. I tried to see if she was nude underneath but did not want to make a big deal out of it. Then I realized the dress had an opaque panel in the front from her waist down to the hem shaped like a heart that covered her crotch adequately. Poetic and erotic at the same time. Her ass was not similarly shielded till I covered her bare shoulders with the coat and curtained off her ass from public view. 

"Is Cici here?" Alissa asked. 

"Cici? No. Why would she be here?" 

"Sammy told me, never mind." Alissa stared into my eyes, daring me to ask her to explain. I did not need to. 

I opened the door and we entered the bar, removing the coat from her shoulders. Wei Cheng was trying to put his tongue down Kyla's throat. The bar keep was looking at two hundred dollar bills laying on the bar, glancing back and forth at them and the man kissing Kyla. Cheng stood between her open thighs where she sat on the bar stool, bent over her, holding her face. While we watched, Mr. Cheng put a hand over Kyla's tit and squeezed. Kyla did not even flinch. She leaned into him, tilting her head back further. 

"Jesus." Alissa muttered. "Is he going to fuck her right there?" 

"He might." I muttered back. "She might let him." 

Wei Cheng released the woman and turned to Darlene and repeated the performance, opening her legs delicately before kissing her till her hands finally latched onto his shoulders and held on for dear life as he tipped her further and further off her seat. The barkeep shook his head and pushed the money at Wei Cheng. Kyla had a wild look in her eyes. She looked over at me but I am pretty sure her eyes were not working. She closed her legs and twisted them under the bar, showing us her back. 

Alissa's hand squeezed mine hard. "Jesus H. Christ, Sonny. I know that guy. Is that Wei Cheng?" 

I almost laughed. "You know him?" I asked as innocently as I could. 

Alissa had terror in her eyes. "He cannot see me like this." 

My voice hardened. This is what Sid wanted and strangely, I wanted it too. "You are mine, Alissa. You'll do as I say." I gripped her ass hard and pressed her forward. She resisted but I did not relent. Finally she took the first step and stumbled forward. My hand gripped her ass like I was inside of her. She resisted and I forced her across the room. About three steps from Wei Cheng she relaxed and lifted her chin. "This is Sid's doing, isn't it?" She mumbled. 

"You are quick."

She nodded and Wei Cheng noticed us. He turned to look at us but he did not change expression. 

"Mr. Cheng, this is Alissa Honeywell. I believe you have met?" 

His eyes cleared, trolling up Alissa's body till he greeted her face with a surprised "Oh! You." He nodded. "Sid Kingston's Attorney, yes? We meet already." 

He held out his hand and Alissa extended hers. When he kissed it, she giggled a bit. "Mr. Cheng, you did not kiss my hand last week." 

He grinned like a kid seeing his first new car, like Sammy must have done when his Dad drove his Camaro into the drive for him. "You not showing me your tits earlier in the week. I did not know you were one of Sonny's MILFs." He waved down the bar to his left. "Sit. Sit. I order your drinks. They are there. My associate, he is on the way. Called to say he was late."

This is where things got strange and weird and we all got trapped into doing something we simply could not get out of. To that moment, I had figured I would find a way to send Darlene away but then considered who I was dealing with. I was going to watch her fuck this Chinese guy. I was still slobbering around that idea, of seeing her naked and on her back again, moaning with a fine Asian sausage in her snatch when my phone rang. 

It was Chris. 

"Sonny? Sonny! You won't believe what just happened!" He said hurriedly. 

I groaned and walked around the bar island to the back side, the smaller part of the bar where it was quieter, away from the growl of the growing crowd. "I am a little busy right now, dude. What's up?"

"Ah, well, fuck, Sonny, my dad is back. But, no listen, Landon and I were downstairs, you know riding the rail. I was fucking Mom and he had his cock rammed up inside of Brent's mom—I made some adjustments so she could fly like the smaller girls." His voice detoured into pride but then he gurgled a little. "Brent was dangling Annie in the other room and my dad came down the stairs, calm as an icicle. Landon looked like he had swallowed his tongue. Mrs. Brent, a, a, Mrs., a Brent's mom, she knew something was happening and kept her head down. Dad ran his hand long the rail to my mother's head. He stroked her hair. Sonny, I was balls deep in her and she was just about to come. She lifted her head and she shrieked once and then I shoved back into her pussy and she started to shake like she was coming. I was so scared I could not tell. My dad looked at us for a moment and then turned around and walked back up the stairs. Mom, Mom is going nuts. Mom is crying and babbling and ..."

"Fuck her." I said, feeling the pressure of the moment. 

"What?" Chris asked, incredulity shot through his tone. 

"Fuck her. That will calm her down. You haven't let her loose have you?" 

"No, but Landon, he is really rattled. I never saw him sound like this. He said not to let her loose till she calmed down. 

Landon sounded rattled? Landon never sounded rattled. Well, since this MILF thing started and he fucked his mother and fell in love with a hooker and . . . Ah, what's the use? I guess it would have been more remarkable if he did not have amazement oozing out of his pores. Chris sounded hyper batshit. "Be calm, buddy. Just fuck her. See if you can get her to come again. If that doesn't work, call me back. Like I said, I am a little busy at the moment. I am having dinner with a client, I mean with someone who might be a future employer and I am trying to make a good impression. 

Wei Cheng was kissing Kyla again. I thought I had made a pretty good impression. Later on in life I got to know something about mainland Chinese and this was not like them at all. I had no idea at the time of how odd his behavior was. I had selected the perfect MILF to rattle his cage. He wasn't even drunk, with alcohol I mean. Pussy drunk maybe. Who could blame him, Kyla looked ... hot. Or as they say in China, she looked really spicy! 

"Fuck her?" Chris repeated. The words apparently did not register. 

I looked around the corner of the wrap-around bar into the larger part of the room. A distinguished man walked up to my little party. I assumed he was Wei Cheng's paymaster arriving with the check. His arrival did not have the effect I thought it would have. Kyla hid her face and scuttled off towards the washrooms on the other side of the bar. The man saw Darlene and his face turned eight shades of red. 

"What?" I said, sensing something was awry. "I have to go?" 

"Sonny, no. You can't. We have to do something." 

"Yeah, right. Fuck her. That will calm her down." He tried to muffle the phone and fumbled it, cracking it in my ear. He yelled, "No, Landon, just fuck her. I'll fuck Mom. If they calm down, maybe that will calm them down." Garbled shouting. Then Chris said, "That's right. What should I do?" 

"Is Landon there?" I was watching the little reality play before my eyes. The new arrival stood stock still. I was not tracking with Chris. 

"Yes." 

I shrugged. "I'd fuck them. Both. Repeatedly. Tell Landon he should fuck them. All of y'all, fuck them till they stop coming. See if you can get Tasha and Brent and make it a party. I have to go. Call me a little later." I clicked off, realizing I had gotten nearly everything wrong except telling them to fuck some more. Natasha and Brent were already there. 

I had been watching the essentially silent movie unfolding at the bar. Darlene sat stock still, facing the man. 

"Oh shit," I thought. "She knows this guy. Another client. This could be awkward." I had no idea. 

I walked up just as the man finished speaking to Mr. Cheng and handed him an envelope. 

"Five-hundred thousand dollars, Cheng Wei. Cashier's check, just as we agreed. That is my down payment. The agreement says midnight tonight so it is still current and in effect, correct?"

Mr. Cheng ripped open the plain envelop and took out the document He held it up. He turned it and showed it to me as I arrived, pride and triumph in his face. Darlene did not look, her lower lip quivered. I placed my hand on her back. Something was deadly wrong here. The check held more zero's than I had ever seen on a check before. Drawn on the US Aggressive Bank and Trust, with a big caption reading "CERTIFIED FUNDS" across the top. 

The distinguished man turned to Darlene, his eyes were fierce in his face. It completely red, so much so that a skein of blue veins stood out along the underside of his jaw down into his neck. "Now, young lady, you may speak. What in the world are you doing in a bar at this time of day dressed like that? Your mother would have a coronary if she even knew you owned a dress like that must less went out into public wearing it." His voice was hard. 

"Mr. Emerson," Alissa began, but the man held up his hand, right in her face. 

I suddenly could not breathe. If this fucker had 500k to hand over to Mr. Cheng ... If this was Darlene's father ... I could not finish the thought. Suddenly all the air went out of the room; I think I was the last to realize it. 

"She needs an attorney, Mrs. Honeywell, but I doubt it is going to help her. Darlene, what are you doing here?" The voice was stony, brittle and jagged with anger. 

"Ah." She sighed, like someone had just hit her in the stomach. 

"You didn't ask your folks, Darlene? What the hell are you thinking!" I put a hand on her bare shoulder and jerked her around. Her eyes were unseeing, unblinking, unmoving. "Darlene! I am talking to you?" I snapped my fingers. "Darlene?"

"Who are you, young man?" Mr. Emerson asked harshly. 

I turned to him and grinned sheepishly. "Sonny Duncan. I am your daughter's date tonight. We are on the way to a costume party. We stopped in here so that Alissa could bring a contract by for Mr. Kingston for Mr. Wei to sign. Her son, my buddy Sammy ran off with her car, Mrs. Honeywell, here, I mean. She, she asked for a ride to the party and then had to come here. We were waiting for you, sir. Did she really not tell you about this? I mean, I would never have agreed to . . ." I gulped ostentatiously. "She said since she turned eighteen she could date and that everything was fine. Did she lie to me?" I turned to look into Darlene's eyes. They were brimming with tears. She put out a hand and I took it. 

"I am sorry, Sonny." I don't think she heard a thing I said. 

Her father looked from me to her. Then back to me. "No. No, that was the agreement but her mother, she, I, we . . . Oh, bother. We disagree. I told Darlene to go out when she could but not to tell her mother. I said I would work it out. Honey, I am sorry. I just never thought to see you here, dressed like that!" 

For a moment, Darlene gazed at me, tears running down her cheeks.