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Making the MILF List Ch. 01

By: Contrasting



INTRODUCTION: This a fantasy, how we wish things were. It is not about real sex or sexual relationships, so it is not intended to encompass consequences of carefree sex. This is fantasy about what the world would be like if it was without consequences and without dangers. Enjoy it. The first chapter is all setup but things develop in Chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it

-Contrasting

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We were five regular guys who did not specialize in introspection or self-examination till one day we were sitting around after classes were over for the week just being bored. Going to the local community college and living at home meant several things. We had to get good grades, none of us worked regularly and our parents paid for everything which meant we were broke all the time and had no fun. None of us were getting laid or getting close and we all blamed the fact that we were living with the 'rents. We had addressed the several professors who we deemed 'fuckable' when I may have crossed the line. 

"My mom is hot enough to fuck." I said into the silence that followed the last comment about Ms. Arkum's beautiful ass. 

Another silence followed. I expected someone to chime in volunteering to fuck her for me. What followed surprised me. 

"My mom is definitely hot enough to fuck." Brent said. 

"My mom is absolutely hot enough to fuck." Sammy chimed in. 

"My mom is certainly hot enough to fuck." Chris said. 

"My mom is hot enough to fuck." Landon said softly. "And I am sure she is fucking around on the old man." 

This silence was long and thoughtful, not something me and my buddies were particularly skilled at or accustomed to experiencing. It felt weird, strange to just be sitting there thinking about our five mothers and how fuckable they each were. That was when it struck me, so obvious I was nearly breathless that none of us had noticed it before. 

"We all have MILF's for mothers." I said. 

"We should fuck them." Landon said, like he was not talking about his own mom. 

Now this conversation had been preceded by a fairly in depth bitch session about our parents, particularly our mothers. Landon was the leader, that is to say, the guy who always came up with the ideas the rest of us would agree to. The rest of us always argued and felt competitive but Landon was the richest of us, the best looking, the most popular and had the highest expectations of life. So certain of life's willingness to give him something wonderful, he was not in any hurry to get involved with that process. It was a sure thing for him, so why rush it? His favorite saying was that you don't own stuff, your stuff owns you. He was right. Get a car, you had to take care of it or it tipped people off you were a lazy slob or inept or just worthless. Anything you owned took away your time. We had long discussed the advisability of having girlfriends and how they demanded time, attention and money. Landon had had the most experience but the rest of us had all found ourselves sitting with this group of guys bemoaning the hassle of enlisting pussy and how we put our dick in and ended up with no balls. For a while it always seemed like a fair trade. But eventually and with all of us, it got boring and painful and we'd break it off. A couple girls had fucked us all and then danced away looking for another hobby. It all left us both horny and cynical. But Landon's suggestion was met with silence and we all sat still thinking about one or the other of our collective moms and how we would like to fuck her. 

My favorite was Sammy's. Sammy was a black guy, or African-American if you want to be politically correct, if that is still correct. I cannot keep up and Sammy did not care. We were friends. But his mother was black and beautiful. She was maybe forty with great big breasts which she liked to display but with a narrow waist which made both breasts and her perfect ass look huge. I am certain that when we were congregating at her house and she knew were coming, to play poker or watch football or the NCAA tournament or something, she would pick out something stunning to see who got wood when she walked in the room and had to pull a pillow or a coat over their lap. I certainly had. She had big lips and a great smile and always seemed happy to see us when we showed up to clean out the fridge. Come to think of it, all our mother's seemed happy to see us. 

"I am serious. My mom is getting laid by some pool boy. She can be had." 

"Landon, sounds like you are pissed off at her." Brent said, the smartest of us all. 

Landon snorted, a real snort, like a pig makes. "I am so pissed off at her. She has railed at the old man for boffing this bitch or that bitch and I always sided with her, got pissed at him without even knowing if he was fucking his personal assistant or the receptionist or the cunt du jour at his office that Mom decided to dislike. Then I find her with her legs in the air giving it up for some dude that came by to clean the pool!" 

"Really? You saw your mom getting fucked?" Chris asked. Chris was blond and the girls thought he was cute but he was shy, tending to be passive and easily manipulated. Landon had fucked several girls just to bring them down a notch after they fucked up Chris' head. He would fall in love and the chick would be laughing it up behind his back while she was blowing the basketball team or something and getting expensive gifts and nice dinners from Chris. Landon hated that. Landon was a straight shooter even though he knew all the angles. He had a strong sense of what should and should not be done. Apparently fucking one's mother had changed sides of the list for him recently. 

Landon glared at Chris but for once Chris had not backed down. Finally, Landon nodded. "She fucked a Hispanic guy cut like a body builder. She screamed like a banshee that she was coming while he pounded her on the kitchen table."

"I bet that changes what you think about when you eat lunch." Sammy said, chortling. Landon glared at him but with a little smile. 

"I watched my mom fuck someone, one time." Chris said. He looked around, sort of waiting for someone else speak. I was amazed no one pressed for details but we were in delicate territory and I guess we all knew it. "She fucked my uncle." Chris said and looked at his lap. Then he looked up at Landon. "Did you get wood while she was fucking?" Chris asked. Then he said as an afterthought, maybe to let Landon know he was not waiting to pounce, point and laugh. "I did. Shit I came all over myself." 

I could see why. Chris's mom was hot but we have established that they all were. But now we had crossed the Rubicon of discussing if they put out which ignored the no man's land where we imagined these women we all knew and loved naked or dressed in our favorite fantasy outfits. We skipped all that and went right to dreaming of them on their backs and calling for more cock. Mrs. Wills was a shiny thing with great tits. Come to think of it all five moms had great tits. I filed that away. I liked no, loved tits. 

"Yeah. I came, like a million dollar stallion." Landon said. He looked around. "Anyone else seen their mom fucking someone?"

"Wait." I said. "Chris, you said your uncle? Which uncle? Does your dad have a brother?" 

For a long time Chris did not even look up. I chewed my toes for a while, waiting and wishing I had kept quiet for once in my life but that has never been my thing. My foot was firmly and deeply stuck in my big mouth. When we needed someone to go talk to someone we did not want to talk to, regardless of the reason, I always went. They sent me, pushing me to go meet the new hot girl and get shot down in front of everyone or to get her phone number. I usually got shot down. Or go speak to the new teacher or professor with the fine ass with some made up inquiry just to get her to turn around to talk to me so they could examine the dimensions and specific degree of fineness her ass had. Or to talk to the police and assure them none of us owned or had access to a car and it was not beer we were pouring into the bushes at the park. I always had my mouth open and the girls knew that. They liked to silence me so whenever I got their panties off, they were always trying to sit on my face to shut me up. I had to learn to eat pussy or I would have suffocated. 

"My dad is an only child." Chris said finally. 

"Holy fuck! You mean your mother fucked her brother?"

"Brothers. I caught her fucking both of them, not at once, not just once. It is sort of a thing." Chris said. 

"Does she know? Did she catch you catching her?" Brent said intensely. 

Chris nodded. He half smiled. "I have pictures."

Brent snapped his fingers. "That's two." 

"What do you mean, 'two'?" Landon asked. 

"Two of our mothers we can certainly fuck." 

"What do you mean 'we', Brent?" Landon asked .

"Hey, you suggested it. I am just thinking about how we do this. Unless we fuck them all, we cannot fuck any of them. Are you going to happy knowing I fucked your mom? Only if you fuck mine! We make a list of moms that will fuck and then we fuck 'em. But first, we have to know that each of our mother's will fuck. Then we can start working out how to fuck them. But it is all or nothing. Everyone pitches in or we stick to high school juniors who don't know anything about cock."

"My mom has a toy box." I said. "I have heard her playing a time or two." I shrugged. "And, yes, I came just listening." I blushed but no one pointed and laughed. If one of us had done that the subject would have become closed. Apparently no one wanted to close the subject. "I have several pictures of her in the shower. Naked. And one of her sitting at her dresser with no bra. You can see her tits clearly in the mirror." I looked around, having said more than was needed again, as usual. "She has great tits." I added. 

"She does have great tits." Landon agreed. That made me feel better, that I was not the only one to notice. 

"Mom kissed my sixth grade teacher." Sammy injected into the conversation. 

"Mr. Simpson?" I asked. 

Sammy nodded. "Remember when we ordered all those pizzas to his house after he got me grounded for nothing." 

"You were whacking off in class, Sammy." Brent said. "Hardly nothing." 

"I couldn't help it. Sharon Klawsky wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples."

"You sat behind her." I said but the point was lost. He had been standing up in class looking down her blouse and had started rubbing his cock. Everyone got upset but Sammy spent all that time in detention telling everyone about the real live tits he has seen. Sharon developed very early and well. 

"He came to see my parents after I got caught and they discussed me in detail. Dad was gone. Mom sent me to the store but I forgot money and came back though the alley to the garden door. There they were, sitting on the couch. Her shirt was up over her tits and he was kissing her. His hand was under the bra and he was kissing her. She was lying back on the couch with a hand under her skirt, between her legs. And he was kissing her. I got mad and ran around to the front and slammed the door. I was so mad, but not that she was kissing some guy or my teacher but because I was getting grounded. I told her I saw what she was doing and after she got Mr. Simpson out of the house, we agreed I was not grounded, she would not tell dad I was polishing my knob in class and I would not tell about she and Mr. Simpson playing tonsil hockey and stinky pinky. I doubt my father would have understood." He snickered. "Another time, last summer, I caught her tipping the plumber. He fucked her from behind over the couch. Anytime I hear that some strange guy is going to be in the house with her alone, I try to spy on her and see if she puts out. She has. Several times. I think she likes 'strange'." 

I was so glad to hear that. I was feeling pretty strange myself, at the moment. 

"That is three we know put out." Brent said. "Think about it. If we can fuck our moms, sex will never be a problem. If we share, we get lots of variety and they get the strange they like without much danger that the thing will get out of control. No one of us is going to ask them to leave their husbands. And our moms are all fucking hot! And if we bring a girl home and fuck her, what will they say? What can they say? They are fucking us too but they can't really get jealous, can they? It's perfect!" 

"What if our dad's find out?" Sammy asked. 

Brent shrugged. "I don't know about your dad, but I think mine would be happy to have something to toss back at her. Mom loves to be right and she always makes sure he says it is his fault but he never keeps it in his pants like he promises. The biggest fight was when he fucked her younger sister. I thought it was over then."

"So your mom fucks around too?" I asked. 

Brent nodded. "I haven't seen her but they have fought about it enough, loudly enough that I have most of the stories in some detail. Neither one of them can play by the rules so they seem to have come to some accommodation. I know she fucked one of my Dad's business partners, god was he pissed! They fought all night and I found them both naked in the living room, snoring, sleeping it off. My parents are fucked up but I guess it works for them. I think they love each other, even like each other and do not want to move on but they both stray from the marriage bed. So, yes, that makes four."

"Four? Isn't that five?" I asked. 

Brent looked at me. "Sonny, dirty pictures of your mom and a toy box does not equal a sure willingness to fuck us." 

"Oh. I caught two of my sisters both fucking. Does that count?" 

"NO!" Everyone said at once. But there was something in everyone's eyes that made me think I had opened a can of worms. But that was for later. Better to leave well enough alone, I thought. 

Everyone was looking at me. "What?" I said. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

"You are the problem. If we move on our moms and yours causes a problem, it could be a huge problem." Landon spoke quietly. 

"Hey, are we really talking about fucking each other's moms?" I asked. 

They all nodded. For the first time I thought of my mom, fucking, naked and fucking. I wondered what she looked like with her legs open, her feet high, her knees at her ears. I had seen Georgia and Dalia both with their legs in the air and the Dalia with her mouth full of cock. I wondered if Mom knew they were fucking? Surely she smelled sex in their rooms? Everyone was still staring at me. 

"What?" I said again. 

"Will your mom fuck?" Brent asked. Brent was a good looking guy with black rimmed glasses which looked good on him. He was hung the best of us all but no one expected it. The round robin girls all commented on that to someone and it got back to us.  

I looked at them, one at a time. "How am I supposed to figure that out? Keep ordering pizza till one of the pizza guys fucks her? Not likely. My mom, my mom . . ." I trailed off. Suddenly I knew what they were talking about. My mom was pretty cool but she had a fully realized sense of right and wrong and fucking 19 year old boys was unlikely to be under the list of 'rights' she would like to enforce. In a surprisingly short period of time, I ticked through the possibilities and figured out that I was the problem. 

"I see. None of you can find out if she fucks because if she does not go for it, she goes back to your parents and you are in a world of hurt. You want me to fuck my own mother, don't you?" I sat staring back at them. Surprisingly, they all nodded at nearly the same time, without even looking around. I ran my hand through my brown hair. "Wow. That is heavy. You guys are serious, right? Or are you just fucking with me?"

They all looked around at each other and then they nodded. 

"I am serious. " Landon said. "We should fuck our mothers!" His eyes flashed.

"We need to address this though. If we are going to fuck our mothers, then we all have to be willing to fuck our own mothers." Brent said seriously. "This is a three musketeers thing." 

"I definitely would fuck my mom, but I am not sure she would ever fuck me." Sammy said. "She doesn't let me eat soup without giving me pointers. She might make me just crazy!" 

"Or it might be when she starts to see you . . . " Brent began

"Or feel you." Landon injected with a snicker. 

" . . . as an adult, things might change." Brent said. "If you put your cock in her, things might change. After you fuck her, if you bring a girl home, do you think she would complain if you make her listen to another woman screaming? No. Once you fuck her, the whole 'this is my house and you will live by my rules' all changes. You become the safe, available cock that the husband cannot complain about if you get caught." Brent turned his fierce green eyes on me. "You are the problem. But we'll help. The first thing that has to happen is that we have to get our mothers into a position where they think they have to put out to one of us. Then they will get caught by the rest of us and they will have to put out to us all. Sonny can go first. I doubt anyone would go running to his mom because they figure she would cut your heart out. Since we know that they put out when it pleases them, then we could always cool their jets if they get uppity."

My head was swimming. Here I was getting pushed out of the airplane first and by myself again, without a parachute. I could feel the wind whistling through my hair. "I am not sure that any of us are safe if the husbands in the picture catch on." I said. "But then again, they all seem to be sniffing around strange pretty regular." I hesitated, thinking. "Perhaps I could start with someone else's mom, just to get started?" I was thinking aloud, still feeling like I was drunk or goofy high. 

"You can definitely fuck my mom." Sammy said. "She digs you."

I found that curiously disturbing, mostly because it meant I had missed her signals and felt stupid for missing the chance to fuck my friend's mom. And then I felt guilty about feeling stupid instead of ashamed. I laughed. "This is a joke, right? You guys got together and . . ." I trailed off. No one was laughing with me. "Come on. You guys really want to do a pact that says we all have to fuck each other's mom at least once and we have to fuck our own moms? Is that really what we are talking about?"

Everyone nodded. 

"Then we are too fucking bored." I said. 

Chris's face fell. "You mean you aren't going to do it? Then no one can." He said.

"And this conversation never happened." Landon followed. 

I held up my hands. "Wait. Wait. Wait. I am not saying 'no'. I am just, I have to, I need to. Give me a minute to absorb this. You all are asking me to fuck your mothers?" 

"I have the best approach for you. You fuck one of our moms and then you have a heart to heart with your mom, you are falling in love, she is falling in love with you, that sort of thing. Or maybe you feel guilty and ask for advice. Then you fuck her. She'll let you because she will be scared you are ruining your life with a married woman who is the mother of your best friend. She'll be trying to rescue you." 

"Uh huh." I said. But the idea had some merit. Mom was always getting me out of trouble. Since my dad died, she had developed a soft spot that had not been there before and my sisters and I took advantage of it. On reflection, that was likely one reason we all still lived at home and why we did not pay rent and why she did not date, ever. Wait a minute? She did not date? She had to get sex crazy from time to time. I could hide her toy box and she would get crazy and, and . . . . Maybe it would work. No, what a stupid idea, but it got me thinking. There had to be a way. "What if it does not work? I fuck someone's mother and then it all comes apart, you all will hate me." 


Making the MILF List Ch. 01



"Don't tell us who you fuck. Keep it secret till you have your mother on her back. Then we can figure out how to proceed." Brent said.

"Do we need to sign something?" Sammy asked. 

Everyone shook their heads. "No. We have to trust each other." Landon said. "We have to agree that our objective, the end game is for the five of us to fuck each mother all at the same time. I want them all to be air tight several times." He looked around at us. Landon had black hair which he kept long. "Mouth, cunt, ass. Our objective is for all of our mothers to give every hole up. At the same time. Then we can take them all at once. A MILF orgy!"

I shook my head. "Landon, if you are pissed at your mom, you should not be taking it out on ours." He always got carried away with his plans. Without us, he would have tried flying off the top of his uncle's department store when we were ten. We talked him out of it but it took us all, tag teaming him till he got off the ledge and we went and ate hot dogs. 

He shook his head. "Think about it. They are what 35, 40 years old? They are entering the time of boredom when a marriage falls apart. If our fathers get involved—sorry, Sonny—then we have to have some bimbos to hand to the old man to keep him quiet and content. It'll keep things balanced. We'll all have access to five of the most beautiful women in the area!"

"We are getting ahead of ourselves. Sonny, you go after one of our moms." Brent was often the voice of reason, not that I did not try I just was not as good at it as he was. "If you succeed, see if you can work it into a seduction of your mother. When you do, get us all together and let us know that it is open season on the MILFs we all know and love. Everyone agree?" Brent asked. 

Everyone nodded. That is how the MILF list began. It began with our own mothers. Later, guys would want to join but only if they had a MILF to contribute to the list and we could give them a mother or two for their very own. But it all started with me. I had to fuck my mother. 



Making the MILF List Ch. 02



We did not discuss the MILF List for some time. I called it that in my mind, a list of mother's we could fuck. For a month, I stalled and avoided. The other guys made it plain, however, they were on board. Brent, whose mother was Italian and had aged very well, invited me over to his house and then split so when I arrived, I was alone in the house with her. As always, she offered me everything to eat or drink and I finally asked for water. When she went to get water from the tap, the thing malfunctioned and water sprayed all over her. There I was in the kitchen with Mrs. Rossini being sprayed with water till her white tee shirt was plastered to her huge tits and the aureoles were clearly visible. I helped fix the leak and clean up the mess, staring all the time at her tits. She never seemed to notice and I lost my nerve. But she never covered up. 

Sammy invited me over when he knew his mother was going to be in his shower, then hid in the basement. I came into the empty house and poked my head into the bathroom and saw her through the steamy glass. She shrieked and I freaked. She came out in a towel and I apologized. She came over and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. In a towel! And all I did was stutter, my hands jammed in my pockets to hide my wood. My cock was so hard! That was the when it became real that I was going to do this. Till then, I was just thinking about it, like considering becoming an astronaut. It sounds cool but never really makes it onto your schedule. Standing there with a hard cock while Mrs. Honeywell kissed me on the cheek changed my way of thinking. Later, I wondered what would have happened if I had just pulled the towel loose. 

Landon's mother called me and asked me to come over to help her pack some things for Landon who had left town for an interview but had been invited to spend a week with her husband's business associate boating on the great lakes. Rather than just buying all new stuff, Landon insisted she FEDX some stuff to him and suggested she ask me to come over and help her figure out what he wanted. Mrs. Clark was a gorgeous woman with sandy brown hair. Her hips had matured without losing form. She had Landon before she got married and never told her family who the father was. She married well but her family did not like her husband. He was a player and everyone knew it. She ignored it but lived with the whispers. Even my mom had mentioned the fact that Kyla Clark was in a very sad situation. If my mom knew about it, everyone knew about it. 

I got to their front door about nine in the morning that Thursday. I knew this was Landon's version of a setup. I was nervous but screwed myself to the sticking place, as it were. Mrs. Clark answered the door in an elegant house coat. 

"Thank you for coming over, Sonny. I do not know what got into Landon. He insisted that I send these things and that I would not get it right. He must really like the interview he had because he really seems to want to impress them. I hope you weren't doing anything this morning. Thank you for helping me." I stood at the door staring at her cleavage revealed by the loose amber robe. I thought about saying something but my mind was working and my eyes were fixed on the skin visible above her breasts which filled the robe so alluringly. Mrs. Clark was about five six or seven, shorter than me by a little. She had a narrow waist and emerald green eyes. Her curly brown hair tumbled down below her shoulders. Usually she had it tied up when I came over with Landon but not this morning. 

But what my mind focused on, besides the fact that she was blocking the door and not moving to let me in, was that she was rattling, talking without letting me get a word in edgewise. I mentally fumbled for the meaning and then I found it; Mrs. Clark was nervous about something. Ironically, the first thing I thought was that the Hispanic bodybuilder was hiding in her closet waiting to come out and pound me if I tried anything. But she continued to rattle, talking about Landon being gone, and her being lonely with Mr. Clark off in Chicago for three weeks running without coming home and not likely to be home any time soon. Her hands fluttered, touching the lapels of her robe, flicking errant strands of hair from her eyes, waving at something invisible I could not see. By the time we got into Landon's room, standing beside his bed, I realized she was nervous because of me and the more the certainty of that grew in me, the calmer I became. She was still talking a blue streak. 

We putzed around Landon's room, gathering whatever it was he wanted till we had a bag full, ready to be shipped. She asked me to help her get it boxed up because the FEDX driver would be there soon. We had just finished when doorbell rang and the pickup was done. 

"I don't know how I can ever thank you." She said, almost panting after the door closed. 

"You could fix me a cup of tea." I said. This passed for inspiration. The robe hid her body but I had a good imagination. I was resolved to fuck her or get slapped really, really hard. Maybe I would just try to kiss her a little and see what happened. The knee in the crotch did not sound appealing. 

Mrs. Clark stared at me for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, of course." I followed her into the kitchen. She was so nervous she spilled water and nearly dropped the tea kettle when she missed the stove, banging the kettle against the stove front. I thought she would become hysterical. She set it down and turned on the heat and bowed her head, panting. I moved over behind her and placed my hands on her waist. 

"Mrs. Clark, come sit down. Let me rub your neck and shoulders and see if you can relax."

Mrs. Clark turned in my hands. I lifted them and then replaced them on her waist when she was turned. She laid her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me, her eyes seemed clouded and bleak. "That sounds wonderful." She let me guide her by the elbow to the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair, imagining her on her back being pounded by the pool guy or whoever. I started to get hard. She sat down and stared right at my twitching crotch. 

I moved behind her and began to massage her back. She moaned. Since I first considered the possibility that this woman was nervous and further that she was acutely aware of being in her house alone in her robe with me, I had been trying to retrain my mind to think of her like I thought of all the other girls I had successfully seduced; all three of them. Two had kissed me and unbuttoned their blouses themselves so I could get a clue. The last though, I had kissed myself and run a hand up her back and played with her bra strap till she took it loose herself. The rest came pretty easy. As I massaged Mrs. Clark's neck, I wondered if she had a bra on and started to lean more over her back. Truth was I wasn't really sure how to start. 

Of course she had been talking the whole time. For once in my life I was not talking too much. I had no idea what to say except 'want to fuck?' which I did not think would cut the mustard. I started to focus on what Mrs. Clark was talking about only to discover she was recounting her suspicions that her husband was fucking one or more of the women she saw in his office. "Does that bother you?" I asked idly as I slipped the robe wider on her shoulders. She had just been saying that she was certain that the receptionist would open her knees for anyone. 

My question stopped her voice. Rather than worry about the silence, I pushed the robe further and further till it topped each shoulder and drooped down her upper arms. Her hands where folded in her lap. When the robe reached the upper arm, she moved her arms and let the front open. Good news, she had no bra on. I could see down to the panties at her waist. I could see the inner sides of her breasts. Her hands held the front of the robe closed. 

I rubbed hard at her neck and she bowed her head. Behind me the kettle began to squeal. I turned it off. Mrs. Clark never moved. I put my hands on her upper arms and smoothed the robe further, down to her elbows. Her breasts came into view. She shuddered but otherwise sat stock still. I bent over her neck and kissed her lightly, right on the ridge of her back next to her neck. 

"Ohhhhhh." She sighed. I moved my lips toward her shoulder, breathing hot air onto her skin. Then I lowered my mouth and kissed her skin again. "Ohhh my." She hissed. I kissed closer to her shoulder, "ohhh my god." No objections, no protest, just a simple reaction to my lips on her skin. That was good, I thought. 

My cock was so hard I thought my eyes wouldn't close. I kissed her neck and her head tipped to expose more of her perfect neck to my lips. I kissed up to her ear and she gasped. 

"I want you." I whispered, suddenly inspired. 

"You don't want tea anymore?" She asked leaning away from me and turning to look at me. 

I thought I had fucked up big time. She was gazing at me, her eyes flicking from my lips to one eye then the other. I leaned into her and kissed her lips. Her busy eyes closed. She came out of the chair, dropping the robe on the floor. It was at that moment that the whole thing became real to me. I was going to fuck her on the table where Landon watched her fuck the pool guy. I resolved to fuck her right there. Then her mouth opened and the kiss got serious. 

Mrs. Clark's hands grasped my shoulders for a moment as her tongue searched for mine. I was so stunned that I did not respond, thinking too much. Then I parted my lips and her tongue filled my mouth, searching and caressing the roof of my mouth, making me shiver. Her hands released me and we parted. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were laughing and for a moment I was worried but then noticed her bare tits and forgot what was happening. I stared at them as they moved while she unbuttoned my shirt. When her fingers got down to my waist, she unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and pulled them down. My underwear went with them and a moment later, I was standing in the Clarks beautiful kitchen with my britches at my knees. Mrs. Clark knelt and kissed the head of my very, very hard cock. 

I groaned and my life passed before my eyes. I thought I was going to die because I certainly could not breathe any longer. My head snapped forward. I wanted to watch my cock go into this woman's mouth. My first blowjob! Mrs. Clark licked the head of my cock and her full lips kissed and caressed my cock. She ran her tongue down the length of my unit, down one side and up the other. She pursed her lips and sucked gently on the flared end of my cock. I gasped and groaned all at the same time and my hips twitched. While I watched, my cock disappeared into the woman's oval mouth. I twitched when she inhaled and sucked me all the way into her throat. Her nose flared and she swallowed. The feeling of her throat flexing around my cock while her tongue rubbed all over the length of my cock was great. Then she began to suck and her throat moved on the end of my cock. That did it. The pending orgasm broke over me like a storm and I was coming into her mouth. Mrs. Clark sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed till the storm passed. She pulled her mouth off my cock and licked her lips. 

"You taste good." She said as she stood up. She skimmed her panties down her fine hips and elegant legs. She hooked her beautiful ass on the table and scooted back onto it. "Your turn." She said. 

For a moment I did not understand. I stared down at my drooping cock with growing concern, filled with performance anxiety and a flaccid sense of inadequacy to the moment. Then Mrs. Clark opened her legs and leaned back. Her head fell back and she arched her back. Suddenly, all I could see was her pussy. The light went on. She was shaved, hairless and she was offering it to me or begging. That sounded better in my head, she was begging for me to kiss her pussy. I had kissed a pussy or two but it was more like the chaste kiss one offers a cousin and I had gotten no props for doing so. This woman sat on the table, her legs open, her cunt dewy and visible, her eyes closed. I escaped the pants around my knees, removing shoes and everything so I was naked in the kitchen with the naked woman lying on the table. 

Mrs. Clark watched me fight with my clothes with a sort of predatory patience. I pulled up a chair and sat down. I put a finger out and touched her cunt lips. Her whole body jerked and she moaned but otherwise, she did not change her pose. I ran my hands along her legs and they moved wider. I touched her waist with my hands and her hips rose, lifting her pussy towards my dry lips. 

Dry lips. I glanced down at her pussy and decided I needed a drink, so I went and got a glass of water. She watched me, her eyes lidded; posed naked on the kitchen table. I was having a 'pinch me, I think I'm dreaming' moment and I was not sure if I wanted to pinch myself before or after I fucked her. I soon figured it out. After, definitely after. 

I returned to the table with the glass, drinking deeply. I kept some water in my mouth, set the glass down on the floor and leaned into her body. I pressed my lips to her pussy and Mrs. Clark groaned. I was going to spray water into her cunt but I had to swallow because I was not sure where the opening was, just poor planning but it was a private mistake, a lack of experience which I was hopeful would change. Having swallowed, my curious tongue emerged from my ignorant lips and began to search around on the bare flesh for the right spot. I must have touched it because she cried out and dropped down on the table. Her hands moved to the back of my head and I felt the gentle, directing pressure. Then the lips of her pussy opened and I encountered her moisture with my tongue. Rather than pull back, I speared deeper and then licked her cunt from bottom to top and back again. Mrs. Clark squealed.

"Oh, Sonnnnnny!"

I am eating my friend's mom, I said to myself. My cock twitched and was hard again. Then I began to eat her in earnest. I kissed and sucked without much of a plan, sort of searching her flesh for the jerk and the flinch and the groans that I could draw from her body. I think I found her clit in the course of this blundering around between Mrs. Clark's legs. She shuddered when I touched my tongue to the protruding little bit of flesh that seemed wholly out of place. I sucked on it and tweaked it with my tongue and I thought she was going to buck me off on the floor. Luckily her hands had a firm hold on the back of my head so I was aided in keeping my mouth plastered against her quivering cunt. My lips released her clit and moved down, down to the weeping pussy. I rammed my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her whole body jerked again. She was fucking my face, bouncing her great ass on the table which shoved her pussy at my face over and over. Her legs had been up on the table where she balanced on her ass, feet and shoulders to give her leverage to fuck my tongue. The harder she jerked, the more the table rocked and then her feet lost purchase on the table and I thought we were both going off onto the floor, me first. I got my arms around each leg, clamping my hands onto her inner thighs, keeping her clinching legs apart. That steadied us. I pushed my tongue into her again and she made some weird sound that I cannot spell and then her whole body began to shake. 

I knew she was having an insanely great orgasm. I think I left my body so I could do a happy dance with a few fist pumps thrown in. I had never seen a real orgasm before. To that point, I had been all about getting my happy stick poked into the pussy and as soon as I did, boom, it was over. No one ever suggested I should hurry up and get it over with, they were usually too slow to suggest it, not that any of the three would have if I had waited. But this time, my cock had been attended to and now my face was doing the work. I think my eyes were closed because I could not see anything, maybe I blacked out or something. I do remember noticing when hands and legs relaxed and I got some fresh air. My senses rebooted and started working again, one by one, like apps on a computer which is coming on again. When my hearing came back on all I heard was a panting voice. A moment later, I comprehended the words that panting voice was chanting. 

"Cock. Cock. Cock. Put your cock in me. Put your cock in me. I need your cock! I want your cock! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" 

I flexed my arms and pried her legs from the sides of my face and sat back. The chanting continued. Mrs. Clarks head wagged side to side as she chanted. So I stood up and found the table was the right height. For a moment, I thought about Landon finding his mother like this with the pool guy pounding away. It gave me sort of a charge. I did not need more suggestions but some instructions might have been nice. I had never done it at this angle before and I was concerned about how it would work. In my head I had the pool guy lying on top of her on the table but if I tried that, it would tip over and if we survived the fall, we would end up doing it on the floor which seemed undignified for Mrs. Clark. Crazy shit goes through your head when a naked woman is chanting 'I want your cock' right in front of you. 

She was not moving, and her voice had melted into a sort of raspy whisper, like she didn't know what she was saying but did not have the energy to change it to something else or the sense to stop. Her legs dangled off the table and her butt was right at the edge. I looked down and could clearly see her open vagina, her pussy, frothy with stuff I labeled 'come' in my head but could have been saliva I guess. Mrs. Clark had her hands on the edge of the table. She was completely still except for the collage of nasty words spewing from her lank mouth. I put out a finger and pressed lightly on her pussy, just touching it like I was curious. 

Mrs. Clark nearly jumped off the table. She opened her clinched eyes and looked down her naked body at me. I wanted to spend a little time with her tits because they had been such objects of fascination for so long but her voice was whispering a continuing string of instructions, suggestions, demands and a couple imprecations I am too polite to suggest she said to me at all. All her idle chatter made my dick twitch with anticipation. I shuffled closer and touched her pussy with the end of my cock. Her voice stopped like someone had cut her throat and her head dropped back onto the table with a bang. I moved the head of my dick up and down her pussy a time or two and then leaned against her. I knew that much. The head slipped inside of her and Mrs. Clark groaned, but then was silent when I held still. For a moment I honestly thought I was hurting her. When nothing else happened, I pressed deeper into her cunt. She accepted me without comment. I was seeing lights and I may have gone deaf. I felt lightheaded and dizzy. I leaned forward further and my dick went a little deeper. I thought about her clit and went looking for it with a finger, trying to offset the enormous pleasure being inside Mrs. Clark was giving me by giving me something to do, something to focus on besides the incredible feeling of her enveloping cunt. I feared another orgasm would end this encounter and I wanted to extend it longer. The sensations of her pulsing cunt were indescribable so I will not try. I liked it a lot though. I touched her clit. 

Bad idea. Her ass exploded off the table fast and hard, jamming my dick the rest of the way into her body. I nearly lost my footing and fell over backwards, I would have but for the safety attachment that kept us stable—that is, my cock safely embedded so far into her cunt I could feel its lips on my balls. She had a good, firm hold on my cock with her pussy muscles so I could not leave. Her legs lifted and she locked them around my waist and I began to fuck her. For real. The first four or five strokes she just lay there and took it. By six or seven, she was hunching with me, rolling her pussy up to meet me when I slammed down into her boiling center. She braced herself on the table and began to fuck up at me. I bent over her and grabbed her ass and really began to cock her good. I plunged into her again and again, feeling her cunt spasm around me and then clench. I held still and then pulled back. Mrs. Clark moaned as I pulled out of her and sighed as the head backed all the way to her pussy lips. I slammed it back so fast and so hard I banged my thighs on the table. She scooted when I slammed into her. I pulled her back off the table, directly onto my cock and she grunted when I hit bottom again. Her ass was hanging off the table and my cock was rooted all the way inside her. I felt a shiver go through her and she started all that dirty talk again. Things about fucking her silly and making her come. She even said she'd be my bitch forever if I would just fuck her good and fuck her often. I could not believe my ears but they were not commanding much of my attention right then. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 02



I took good hold of her ass and began to chase my orgasm. I was about half way down my path to pleasure when she tightened legs and cunt at the same time and arched her back, lifting her waist off the table which jammed her pulsing pussy full onto my cock. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I ammmmm coommmiinnngggg!" Mrs. Clark cried. Then her hips flew at me, vibrating on my cock so fast I could not begin to keep up. I just shoved deep into her and held on. Her pussy roiled and sucked at my cock and just like that, my orgasm flooded over me. I came inside Mrs. Clark's pussy, pumping over and over and over again till I was only doing little mouse jerks into her heaving body. I lost all strength and lay down on her naked chest, kissing the inside of one breast. Her legs relaxed and she grunted and wheezed and went still and silent. My head was lying between her big tits. I was staring at the nipple of one while feeling the other one against the back of my head. The position was awkward but I was pretty sure if I tried to stand up I would topple over. So I stayed right where I was for a few minutes. 

When I stood up, my cock popped out of her pussy and our juice dribbled out onto the floor. I stared between her legs. Mrs. Clark pulled her body back and she dribbled more onto the table. I did not know what to say so I got my clothes, dressed and left. Later in the day, when the 'just fucked' haze lifted, I realized how screwed up it was to walk off and leave her lying like that on the kitchen table. I knew I had violated some sex etiquette but I certainly knew no way to fix the fuck up. For most of the day, I was just blissed out. Sex is the bestest thing I know. 

I only started being neurotic later in the day, alone in my room, thinking about having fucked a real woman. I thought about what I was doing there in the first place and thought about my own mother downstairs whiling away the evening while her son plotted to get with her. I shuddered and felt guilty of something but was not thinking clearly enough to know what it was. It was then I wondered if I could fuck Mrs. Clark again and how best to go about doing so. That was the moment that the possibility of a fucking fuck up occurred to me and I started getting really neurotic. I can get that way but this time, I think I handled it really well. Instead of getting all worried about what she thought and how I could fix things, I remembered that our objective was to give her the fucking of her life and make her air tight over and over, turn her into our MILF slut. I thought about the five of us doing what I had just done to her. I thought about fucking her while she sucked on her son's cock. About how much Mrs. Clark seemed to like to fuck me and I came to a conclusion: She would be happy to have five young studs fucking the shit out of her when we got down to it. Good rationalization, huh? 

It served its purpose and I slept like the dead that night. At ten the next morning, I was at Mrs. Clark's door. Mrs. Clark was guarded and worried when she opened the door and found me standing there. I think she must have gotten neurotic too. I was there to help with the cure for her neurosis and mine. I had just the dick she needed. 

"Sonny? What are you doing here? Listen, perhaps it is good you came by. I think we need to talk." Again she blocked the door. And she was rattling. That made me feel better, calmer. My cock started to harden. Even if I wanted to talk, the conversation she likely had in mind about us making a mistake and never doing that again was not one I wanted to have at her front door. But I did not want to have that conversation anyway. She was dressed in regular clothes. Nothing fancy. A normal white blouse that buttoned up the front, I could make out a bra underneath because it was one of the funny blouses that a guy can see through. If a woman wears a see-through blouse isn't she asking a guy to look and when we try to avoid it, don't they just laugh at us, secretly? So I stared right at her breasts and cleavage. She had a pleated skirt on, black and white threads with bits of red and green in. It looked young on her. I wondered if she had panties on her bare pussy. Yep, I was hard. 

"Sonny? Sonny?" 

I had been staring but she had not invited me either so my lack of attention was not all my fault. She moved the door a little wider and I moved. My left arm went around her waist and I all but carried her backwards into the hall while closing the door behind me. She gasped. We ended up with her back against the wall. I pressed my lips against hers. They were stiff and cool and unresponsive. I pulled back, sensing some resistance. My hot eyes bored into her green ones. 

She did not speak so I did. "Mrs. Clark, if you want me to leave now, you say so. But I am going to kiss you again and if you like it, if you kiss me good, I am going to spend the rest of the day fucking you in every fashion I know how and some I have not thought of yet. I know I am young and inexperienced and I am thinking that you can teach me how to please a woman. In return, I promise you I will fuck you crooked." 

Mrs. Clark stared at me for a while. My body was pressed against her, holding her tight against the wall, my very hard cock pressing against her crotch. Finally she moved her head forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "If you are going to fuck me, don't you think you should call me something besides Mrs. Clark?" She asked. Then she placed her lips against mine and her mouth opened and we were kissing. My mouth opened and our tongues met and exchanged the polite pleasantries that tongues exchange when meeting again for the first time. I pressed my body harder against her, fitting my thigh between her legs. They opened nicely and her hips pushed at me several times. I felt one of her hands on my neck as she kissed me and the other slipped under my tee and began caressing my bare back. 

She was panting when we broke the kiss, letting our lips part and separating enough to focus on each other. "So? What should I call you, Mrs. Clark?" I asked. 

"My name is Kyla. Use that and I will answer most every time." Then she kissed me again. Her fire had gotten started quickly and it burned hot. Her hand was rubbing my chest and stomach.

"Mrs. Clark," I started but she cleared her throat. "No, let me do this then you will be 'open legs Kyla' till you come the last time." She regarded me with serious eyes, waiting. "Mrs. Clark," and my mind stopped functioning. I could think of nothing to say. So I let brevity be the soul of wit. "I want you. Mrs. Clark, I want you on your back, begging to be fucked." 

Mrs. Clark smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Sonny, take me to bed."

For a moment, this all seemed too easy, a thought I would file away for later consideration. But then, I decided to take what was offered. "Show me the way." I thought she would take me to her bedroom. Instead, she took me to Landon's. 

She opened the door and entered the room, turning to look at me, standing by Landon's bed. "Sonny, I want you to lay me on my son's bed. I want to feel you enter me, on my son's bed. I want you to have me, on my son's bed. I want you," she stopped. "I want you to fuck me, on Landon's bed." 

Something was happening here that I was missing, something complicated. When things get complicated, I get confused and when I am confused, I do the most obvious, easiest thing. I took the ravishing, panting woman before me in my arms and kissed her like I wanted, her which I did. 

When I released Kyla, she was panting, her eyes glittered with want and need and all those things that make a woman come. I wanted to just push her onto the bed and mount her and for a moment, I thought I would. But while I was thinking, we both stood still and Kyla's lips parted and she licked her lips, upper then lower; her tongue swiped across them with unusual slowness. I took the cue. 

I unbuttoned the top button of her normal white blouse,. Then I pulled it loose from the front of her skirt, found the bottom button and undid it. I undid the next button and the next till I revealed the flesh of her tummy. I touched the skin with my finger, all the while looking back and forth between her eyes and the buttons. I unbuttoned another one and looked back to her eyes. She was watching me with intense focus. When I looked down I could see between her breasts. I unbuttoned another button, revealing her belly button. And another and another till my fingers were flirting with the undersides of her breasts. I looked back at her eyes. She fixed her eyes on mine. I ran fingers along the undersides of the cups holding each breast and her eyes cocked up and then closed as she exhaled. I conquered another button and pressed the palms of my hands against the bra cups. Kyla moaned. 

"You are moaning, Kyla. Why?" 

"I love the feeling of your hands on my breasts." 

"Tits, Kyla. You have tits or boobs. Breasts are for women who do not fuck their son's best friends." 

Her eyes opened and her stare was so intense, nearly a glare, I thought I had overstepped a boundary I did not see but was clearly searching for. "Tits. I have tits and I like your hands on them." Kyla said. 

I undid one more button, leaving just one more. The blouse was open, draped around my wrists. "Kyla?" 

"Yes, Sonny?" Her voice had a certain quality. She was breathless, a breathy exhalation that caught my imagination and in that moment, I recognized where I knew it from. It was the way Marilyn Monroe talked. 

"Do you want me to take off your blouse?" 

"Yes, Sonny." Kyla said.

I loved those words. Yes, Sonny! Was anything sexier than that phrase? "You sound distracted. What has your attention?" At the moment, my hands were holding her by the side, below her breasts, feeling her breath, her skin, her body. I held her lightly, pressing at her ribs. 

"My nipples. They ache to be . . . " She stopped. 

"To be what, Kyla?" I asked.

"To be touched. Pinched. Kissed. Sucked. Ohhhh." The words themselves seemed to have affected her. Kyla closed her eyes and her body moved towards me but I held us apart with my hands. Her eyes opened. "Please take off my blouse." She said.

I obliged. I unfastened the last button and opened the blouse revealing cleavage and bra. I pulled it apart and over her shoulders. They flexed backwards as the fabric passed over them and she let it drop onto the bed behind her. I released her and stepped back. Her breasts were large, at least D and filled the cups. I put my hands on her shoulders, slipping my thumbs under each strap. I slowly pulled the straps further and further towards the point of each shoulder, then over the shoulder bone and down her upper arms. 

Kyla turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. The bra clung to her tits but loosely. I tucked fingers into each cup and folded them down till her nipples came into view. Kyla shuddered. "Touch me." She hissed, urgency inflecting her voice. "Touch my tits. Pinch my nipples!" 

I withdrew my hands from her body and her eyes opened, though her head did not move. She regarded me out of the corners of her eyes, breathing through her open lips. "I am going to fuck you, Kyla." She nodded. 

"You are going to fuck me, Sonny." She wanted to say more, I know she wanted to babble and curse and plead. But she kept silent and her silence agreed with mine so we were both together in the endeavor to excite her with these simple, careful gestures. I discovered in that moment that a woman can be teased and she will engage you and love you for it. 

"Are you wet, Kyla?" I asked. 

For a moment she looked shocked and then her eyes lost focus for a moment. "Yes, Sonny. I am wet. My cunt wants to be fucked." 

Hearing her say those words made my cock twitch and my chest seized up so I could not breathe. "Turn around." I said. I did not step back so she had to turn in the small space between my body and the bed. For a moment she tried to lean away but then, instead, she leaned into me and rubbed her torso on mine as she turned her back to me. I wrapped both arms around her body, clasping a hand to each breast and pulled her back against me. Kyla sighed. I kissed her neck and down the shoulder. Her head lulled to the side, exposing her neck like an entranced lover giving herself to a vampire. I fastened my lips on her graceful neck and kissed her hard. Suddenly, I wanted to mark her and she gasped as I sucked on her neck. A hand rose to touch my face and then dropped and her voice made a noise but no words. I squeezed her breasts through the bra, crushing her back against me as I bit and kissed her neck, sucking hard. She groaned. I relaxed my lips on her skin, flicking my tongue where I had kissed and looked down at the red bruise. I kissed down towards her shoulder. Her hands covered my hands, pressing at them and thus pressing my hands harder into her chest. I kissed back up her neck and finally contacted her ear, through the fall of her light brown hair. 

She moaned and squirmed in my grasp, not to escape but in response to the contact. I kissed her ear lobe lightly and Kyla moaned, a soft 'ohhhh!' I kissed the rest of her ear and touched the center with the tip of my tongue. Her whole body twitched. She pressed her ass back against my stiff cock, grinding against me for a few moments. 

"I am going to take off your clothes, Kyla."

"Yes?"

"Then you will lie on your back, Kyla." 

"Yesssss!" 

"And you will spread your legs, Kyla." 

"Yessssssss, oh yes!" 

"And?"

"And you will mount me. You will get between my legs and press your cock into my pussy and shove it all the way into my panting, pleading body. " Kyla whispered. 

"Will you scream when I fuck my cock into you the first time?"

"Oh yes!"

"Kiss me." Kyla turned her head twisting her body so our lips could meet. I had hold of her by the breasts and she shivered when our lips met. Her mouth was open and her tongue found mine immediately as we kissed. I took hold of the bra and pulled down on the upper edge of each cup, turning them nearly inside out as I peeled the bra down, off of her breasts. Kyla grunted and then squealed when my fingers found her nipples and pinched them, both, at the same time and very, very hard. She broke the kiss, whipping her head away from me. "Oh god, please fuck me!" 

I pinched her nipples again and she flinched, falling against me, grinding her ass against my cock. Her hands were locked on each of my wrists, just clutching me, not trying to move my hands at all, like she was just holding on to something. "I am going to kiss your nipples. Turn around.

Her hands released me and Kyla turned around. I moved back and stooped to her tit and took the nipple into my mouth, swallowing the whole breast. I moved to the other and nipped at the nipple with my lips, pinching it as hard as I could with my pliable lips. Then I took it between my teeth and bit down the slightest bit. Kyla shrieked, but she did not move. I retreated. 

Her head righted and her eyes opened, half way and she looked at me, her body swaying, her head moving as she panted. I reached around her and unhooked the bra. I found the hook and zipper on the skirt and released both. The skirt shuffled down her hips and I helped till it fell away. I put both hands on her waist, each little finger tucked inside the band of her tan panties. "Mrs. Clark, if I take down your panties, you must fuck me. You will fuck whenever I want you to fuck. Do you agree?"

Kyla's eyes widened a little. 

"I will take you whenever I want you. Do you agree?"

For a few moments, I thought she would back way but finally, she closed her eyes and nodded. 

"Say it."

"You can have me, whenever you want me." Mrs. Clark breathed the words out, licking her lips.

"I can take you, however I want you." I pressed.

She nodded and then her eyes opened. She smiled and looked at me. The decision to become a sex goddess was made. "You can have me, take me, fuck me any way you want."

"If I want your ass, Mrs. Clark?" 

Kyla nodded. "You can have my ass, Sonny. Oh, god!" Her eyes closed. 

If I want to fuck you in the park? Or caress you at the mall, Mrs. Clark."

Kyla did not open her eyes. "You can take in the park, on my back with my legs wrapped around you. You can put your hand up my dress while we wait for smoothies or kiss me in Victoria's Secret while I am modeling bra and panty sets for you. Or pinch my nipples. You can fuck me in the dressing room. I will suck your cock while people are shopping around us." She was panting. 

Now for the final piece of the puzzle. "Mrs. Clark, if I want to share you, if I want to have one of my friends fuck you in the ass while I fuck your pussy . . .?"

She opened her eyes and her gaze was fierce and intense but she was present, realizing what I was suggesting. "Sonny? You mean you want me to fuck some of Landon's other friends?" 

I nodded. "If I want you to, you will. If I take down your panties, your body is mine. I own you."

She shook her head. "No." She said. She bowed her head, her loose hair obscured her face. "If you fuck me, I am yours to do with as you like. I will do what you demand."

"I will never demand. I will always ask." I said softly. 

Kyla raised her head. "Take off my panties, Sonny. Lay me down on Landon's bed. Put your beautiful cock into my body, deep into my pussy! Have me any way you want me." 

Her panties skimmed down her hips, thighs to her knees. I pushed her a bit and she sat, lifting her feet as she did. I removed her panties and stuck them into my pocket. I took off my shirt. She sat staring up at me. I kicked off my sneakers. My hands when to my jeans and I unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them. My hard cock strained against the material of my white jockeys. I shoved my jeans to my thighs and rubbed a hand over my cock. It twitched for me. Mrs. Clark's mouth was open and she continually licked her lips. My jeans drooped at my knees and I bent to push them down further. My face approached Kyla's. She bent her head and presented her lips to me and I kissed her, one hand on her shoulder while I removed my jeans. When I stood back up, straight before her, Kyla's eyes focused on my cock. For a moment I thought about asking her to take off the underwear but it occurred to me that she might put my cock in her mouth and I really, really wanted to put it in her pussy right then. I hooked a thumb in each side and slowly pulled at the waistband. My curly pubic hair appeared, thick and brown. I pulled the jockeys out and over the head of my very hard, every erect cock. 

"There it is, Kyla, the cock that is going to penetrate you." I whispered. 

She moaned and nodded slightly, once, transfixed. Both hands lifted a few inches from her bare knees and dropped again. I moved the underwear lower, revealing more hard dick. She stared, licking her lips over and over again. When the cock was fully in view, I stood before her with my hard cock before her face. Mrs. Clark looked up at me, opened her mouth and kissed my cock. She licked the head and then sucked it into her mouth. I could not, did not resist her. I face fucked her for a few minutes, luxuriating in the feel of her hot mouth, tongue and lips as they made love to my hard cock. When orgasm threatened, I withdrew. 

"Lay down, Mrs. Clark." She scooted to the middle of the bed and lay down, ankles together. I stepped out of my underwear and knelt beside the twin bed and kissed her on the mouth. Her arms went around me. I placed a hand on her thigh and her legs opened, like a parting curtain. I moved my hand up to her crotch and found she was indeed wet, sopping wet. I fingered her clit and pussy and her kiss intensified, sucking at my tongue and moaning as I fingered her. When my finger entered her, her hips jerked up, socketing my finger deeply in her channel while she grunted and keened through our kiss. I broke the kiss, keeping my finger in place, and moved to her breasts. I kissed each lightly, round and round till finally I stopped and ever so lightly kissed a nipple. Her hips rose off the bed. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 02



"Oh Sonny!" Kyla hissed. "Oh, god, Sonny!" I wiggled my finger and her ass dropped back to the bed. I kissed the other nipple and got the exact same reaction. 

"Kyla?"

"Yes, Sonny?" 

"What do you want?"

There was a pause, her hips cease undulating but her legs moved wider. "I want you to own me for as long as you will." She said softly. 

"And now?" 

"I want you to slide your hard cock into my wet cunt." Something about a woman saying 'cunt' without sneering or spitting is such a turn on to me. I could no longer resist her. I got onto the bed, moving between Kyla's spread legs. I leaned over her and kissed her. Her hands had been holding my shoulders, gentling guiding me. Now they moved right down to the cock and positioned it. "Fuck me." She said simply. 

I balanced onto my hands and knees and then pressed down. Her pussy accepted my head and then cinched tight. I pulled back and pressed again but her pussy was tightly closed. I began to make quick little rabbit jabs at her and finally I felt the binding at the entrance of her pussy relax and my head slid past. I was going to pull back and make an occasion of it but Kyla's hands found my ass and pulled me into her while her hips rose up, sheathing me deep inside her cunt in one heavy stroke. 

"Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh Sonny, your cock is in my pussy and it feels so unbelievably good! My god, fuck me. I will fuck everyone for you. You can give me away for Christmas or Tuesday and I will let you just because you fucked me this time, right here, right now . . . on my son's bed. Fuck me! I'm yours!" 

Instead of being upset that she was ordering me around, I took her words to be a plea and feeling generous, I fucked her. I fucked her with slow, long, deep strokes while her hands urged me to greater speed, which initially I ignored. Kyla began a chant of 'yes, yes, yes' which changed to 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' and back again. Then I picked up speed and her words turned to hissing sighs, then moans, groans and finally grunts as I began to jackhammer her cunt with my steel-capped cock. I bent forward and took her lips with my mouth. Her torso arched up to meet the kiss while my hips surged at her and she received my strokes. Her mouth seethed with passion as she kissed and sucked and nipped at me till finally her strength gave way and she dropped back to the bed. I followed but the kiss was broken and my head lay beside hers. I moved my hands down to her ass and grabbed hold of her cheeks, clinching her against my next downward stroke, slamming my cock into her body with force and conviction. I pounded her cunt over and over again. Kyla lifted her legs and let me pound her at that angle then clinched them about me and squeezed me deep into her body. The next moment she was shuddering, her teeth chattered and then she found her voice and she screamed something about 'god' and 'coming'. I could not make sense of what she was saying because the sensation of holding a woman against my naked body while she came around my cock invited a very satisfying orgasm and it roared over me while she was still jerking with her own aftereffects. 

Something about my motion tipped her off and she pulled me tight into her cunt and then she said, "oh my god, I am coooommmmiiiinnnnggg agaaaain!!!" Her hips exploded against me. She dropped her legs and while I was rabbit fucking her from the depths of my own orgasm, she planted her feet and began to rabbit fuck me back. We pounded at each other with little, short, intense strokes for what seemed like a whole geologic age but was more like a half a minute. Then, as if by some signal, by mutual agreement, we both collapsed and lay as dead. I sloughed to the side so the poor woman could breathe, but turned my head so I could blow in her ear. She turned and looked at me and I kissed her. 

After a few minutes, we pulled apart and she snuggled up against me, plastering her wet and sticky cunt against my hip and laying her head on my chest. "Hello. My name is Mrs. Victor Clark and I just fucked a man the same age as my son on my son's bed. And you know what? I will do it again, every chance I get. I will fuck this man on demand, whenever and wherever he demands. I will fuck his friends . . . " Kyla paused and then went on, " . . . all of them, whenever he wants me too. I am Kyla Clark and I love fucking you, Sonny." 

"Kyla?" I said. 

"Yes, Sonny." 

There was that phrase again. God I loved it. "I will always seek to find the things which give you the most pleasure and then demand that you do them. Okay?"

"Yes, Sonny." I wondered if she was reading my mind 

"Kyla, I may not fuck you again for a while. Or it may be tomorrow. I am going to find the right and best time. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sonny. And Sonny?"

"Yes, Kyla." Hmmm, it seemed to work that way too. 

"Will you fuck me again before you leave today?"

"Yes, Kyla." And I did.



Making the MILF List Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Making Mother Aware

When a man knows a woman is attracted to him, it makes him proud. When a woman knows a man wants her, it makes her proud. When you have to keep it secret, when you worry about people seeing the sex haze in your eyes, it makes you wary. When you are wary, you walk quietly and tend to find yourself sneaking around, even when you are getting a soda or a snack from the kitchen, just to stay in practice. This brought me a moment of inspiration and good fortune. My mother was sitting in the living room, around the corner from the kitchen talking on the phone.

"Well, Laura, all I can say is, if she is, power to her. Kyla has put up with so much so often I am sure she deserves a little stiff dick pleasure attached to a real man." 

I stopped cold, hand on the fridge door. My mother was talking about me. No doubt about it and she did not know I was listening and she did not know she was talking about me.

My mother laughed. "Of course. I would love to be a fly on the wall and see them doing it!" She paused. "No. I never have, well, not since college. My roommate did it with her boyfriend one night and let me watch. It was hot." Pause. "No. Well, maybe. Sure, I would let you if you let me. It would only be fair. Laura are you thinking of doing something nasty, something you should not do?"

My mother laughed and they changed the subject. 

I tiptoed away, my head spinning with what I had just heard. I lay down and went to sleep without touching my hard cock and woke with a plan. Unfortunately, it did not include going over to Landon's house and fucking his mother. Everyone was back now and finding any time to get her alone had been impossible. I did not return after the second time. I do not know why. Well, I do. I had been charged with fucking my mother and I was no closer to that than when we started and I did not want to get distracted with the lovely load of free pussy Kyla Clark represented. I was working for all of us, I could not afford to stop and smell the roses, or pussy for that matter. That would not prove popular with the guys. 

I caught a ride with Mother to the mall, just to walk around and think. I woke up with the germ of an idea tottering around in my head and I wanted to give it some time to develop. I was not in the mall more than 10 minutes before I saw Kyla standing at a store window, gazing at a display. She turned around and saw me and her eyes flashed. She did not smile. She turned around and walked into the store, a general clothing store. I was about to follow when I noticed a blond woman walking on the other side of the mall. Mrs. Anthony Wills, Chris' mother Laura, the woman my mother had been talking to on the phone, the woman Chris insisted had fucked her two brothers. I stared at her. She wore a short coat and knee length green dress with a furry hat. The days were getting colder. I glanced at the place where Kyla had been standing. She was out of sight and just then the germ of an idea began to grow, like an exploding galaxy. I had it. I knew how I could get to my mother. But it needed some luck. 

I walked deliberately over to the store where Kyla had been and stopped and looked around. I had on sunglasses so when I caught Mrs. Wills looking at me, she could not meet my eyes and know I saw her. She half waved but I gave no sign I saw her. Instead I looked around like I was guilty as hell of something. Then I walked into the clothing store. Once inside I turned around and looked out through the display window. My heart jumped. Laura Wells was walking towards the store. I had to find Kyla and soon. 

I scanned the store and found her staring at me. She had a scarf around her hair. I took of my shades. When my eyes met hers, she turned and walked towards the back of the store, taking off her coat as she went. I followed. I was halfway back when the door opened and the bell announcing it chimed. My back itched as I pursued Kyla into the back of the store and around the flange wall of a display which would hide us both from the rest of the store. 

Kyla's back was to me as I approached her. She wore a short dress, see-through to the point that I could see her panties clearly outlined in the odd light of the store. I stepped up behind her and whispered, "anytime, any place, Mrs. Clark." 

She did not even turn around and did not speak for a moment. I moved closer and slipped a hand underneath her dress and pressed it against her ass. 

"Where have you been?" She whispered angrily. 

I eased a finger into her crack and pressed the fabric of her underwear deep into it.

"Unnngggh." She grunted. She pressed her ass back against my hand. 

"You are mine, any time, in MY time." I whispered back. 

"Yes." She said. "Touch me." She shifted her legs wider and my hand pressed between them, fingers seeking her pussy. She bent forward slightly and I pushed up at her. For a moment I felt her weight on my hand at the same time I glanced around to find saw Mrs. Wills watching us. I pushed Kyla deeper into the corner, she did not turn to me. I put both hands quickly underneath her dress and pulled her panties down her otherwise bare legs. She shivered as I knelt beside her, running my hands down her legs. I skimmed the panties down to her ankles. I quickly lifted one foot and then the other so I could remove her panties. She shivered again, her flesh trembling as I stood up again. I looked across the store. Across from us, Mrs. Wills stood still, fingering something she did not see, eyes fixed on us. 

"There in the corner, there is a changing room. Do you see it?" Kyla nodded. "Pick out something complicated and go into that room. I will knock 3 times. Open the door and be ready. We will not have much time." I turned away from her and found the men's slacks and began browsing, watching her. All the time I felt Mrs. Wills eyes on me. I put my sunglasses on so when I moved to where I could see her, she could not know if I was watching her or Mrs. Clark. She was just standing, staring at me. Kyla found several outfits and walked directly towards the changing room I had pointed to. 

For a moment, I thought I should abort but Mrs. Wills was just as much a quarry as anyone else. I could afford for her to know something of what was going on. I had the 'brother' card to play if she got me into a corner I could not escape. I straightened and walked to the changing area, sidled back to the most remote one and knocked three times on the door. It opened and I slipped through. Kyla was there, naked. She dropped to her knees and opened my pants. They dropped to my thighs and she pulled the underwear over my rapidly hardening cock. Her mouth made a scarlet oval and she blew on the head of the cock before her eyes and then kissed it. Both her hands caressed it and it responded, hardening quickly to full length and strength. She sucked on the head and pulled it into her moist mouth. I gripped the back of her head and pushed her down on it, fucking her face, stroke after stroke, wondering if the woman would ever choke but she was expert, blowing through her nose and inhaling with the thrust of the cock into her throat. I bent over and rubbed her back as she backed off and began to suck hard on my cock, tongue lashing and laving me from head to root. I reached beneath her body and found her boobs. I squeezed them savagely. She grunted. I pinched her nipples together and she jerked back and looked up at me. 

I smiled and pulled her to her feet. She just stared at me. I turned her around and she bent at the waist while I located her slit with a finger. I pressed the finger into her pussy and she grunted against her forearm. She spread her legs and I positioned my cock at her entrance. "Say it." I whispered.

Mrs. Clark did not even hesitate. "Fuck me. Please put your cock in me. Fuck me!" She hissed at me like a serpent but she pressed her ass back at me and my cock sank into her pussy. I grasped her by the hips and pulled her against me, plunging my cock into her till I was well rooted, firmly fixed in her cunt. I started the motion, out and back, in and forward. The first couple times, her head bumped loudly into the wall but she quickly adjusted and I continued to thrust into her. She groaned as I put my weight behind the driving prick. I withdrew and pushed the cock home again. Kyla exhaled and widened her legs, taking me deep again. Fluid trickled out of her pussy and ran in little rivulets down her legs. I picked up speed, then added force. She braced herself against the back corner and she came, crying out before biting off the sound by jamming a hand into her own mouth. I continued to fuck her and then my cock began to explode. I shoved my cock far into her sopping cunt and held onto her hips while I jerked load after load of fresh semen into her pussy. She shuddered first with the orgasm and then with the feeling of my cock hosing her inner being with sticky love syrup. 

My orgasm ran out and I felt weak and light headed. I backed my cock out of her pussy. "Clean me off." I whispered. 

Kyla stood up, pushing her body away from the wall with both arms and turned. She looked down at my dripping cock. The close space smelled of cum and pussy gel, of sex. I placed both hands on her breasts, took firm hold and pulled her forward. Kyla had little balance and found herself depending on the steadying influence of my hold on her breasts. I pressed my lips against her mouth and she kissed me, hard; need singing in her kiss like a siren. Her naked body pressed against me. She rubbed my still erect cock against her body, bending it sideways between us. I kissed her hard with an open mouth till I heard her blow through her nose. I backed away. "Cock in your mouth. Now." 

Kyla stared at me for a minute before she smiled. She got carefully to her knees, eschewing the cold metal chair. She licked the end, kissed and sucked the head and then took me completely into her mouth. She sucked hard and my cock, long unused for I had given up masturbation, instead opting for good, sound human contact which I missed for a week. I was backed up. My cock responded immediately and I was bumping the back of her throat before she got settled. She sucked me till I was rock solid, steely hard and perfectly erect, shafting down her throat. I pulled her up. "Do you have hand cream?" 

Kyla nodded then her eyes got big as she understood my intention. 

"Get it."

"No, you cannot . . . ."

I grasped her by the arms. "Mrs. Clark, whenever is now. Wherever is here. And however is my choice. Your body is mine. Get me the hand cream, unless you want something up your ass without it?" I whispered. 

Kyla shook her head, then nodded, her eyes, round and shining, panting. She fumbled in her purse and handed me a small vial of hand cream. I took and opened it. "Turn around." 

Kyla stared at me for a moment then assumed the position. She bent the same way as before. I could see her crack. 

"I need you to pull your ass apart." I hissed. 

Kyla rebalanced herself, bending less at the waist and more at the knees. She placed a hand on each cheek and with methodical slowness, pulled them apart. Her ass hole appeared. I squirted lotion on my finger and smeared some on her indented asshole. She peeped, like a baby chick. "Cold." She whispered. 

I chuckled. "Enjoy it!" I said and put more on my finger and smeared it into place. I pressed my finger against her back door and it resisted. I wiggled my finger a little and Kyla grunted. "Open up, Mrs. Clark." I sang in a small voice. "I am going to fuck your ass, Mrs. Clark! Your ass is mine, Mrs. Clark!" Kyla moaned. My finger slipped into her and her ass shook, then steadied. I withdrew the finger and pressed the head of my cock against her ass. I applied the remainder of the lotion and smeared it around. "Here I come, Mrs. Clark. Time to take it up the ass like a good girl!" I grasped her hips and pulled her backwards. I applied pressure on my cock and pressed it into her body. Kyla jumped a little but pulled on her cheeks. Her body wavered as she sought to find balance. I had to steady her which I did by pulling her harder onto my stone hard cock. I encountered the resistance of her sphincter but pressed harder, undaunted. Then she pressed back too and I added pull to my arms and my cock popped past her guard and entered her body.

"Uuuugggghhhhh!" Mrs. Clark groaned. I held still for a moment and then she moved, pressing back against me. "Deeper. Deeper." She whispered. 

"Are you okay in there?" A voice said, while someone knocked on the door. 

"Yes, yes, I . . . am . . . fine. I'll be . . . out in . . . a minute." Kyla said, struggling to keep the panting out of her words, panting and gasping quietly around them. 

I held still, listening. I heard the sound of footfalls walking away. I pushed again and my cock slide completely into her ass. Kyla grunted and released her cheeks. She put out her hands, flailing to arrange her position so she felt balanced. I pulled back about half a cock length and slammed home into her ass again. The pressure on my cock was incredible and her ass was hot, simmering with passion. I pulled back and plunged into her again. 

"Oh god!" Kyla whispered. "Of fucking god! Oh please fuck my ass!" 

I could not believe my ears. She dropped a hand from the wall and felt for her pussy. The vibrations of her frantic rubbing at her pussy communicated through her taut flesh to my cock. I pulled back and shoved into her ass again but this time, I felt the rise of an orgasm. If I held still I could wave it off but I did not. I hoped Mrs. Wills was waiting. I had to hurry. I pulled back till just the head was caught inside her ass and then I slammed my dick hard into her ass." 

"Fuck me, I am coming! Oh god, I am coming! Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Kyla wanted to scream. I came, flinching at her ass with my buried cock over and over again. She shuddered and she fell, her knees buckled and she dropped to all fours on the cold floor, pulling my cock loose with a pop. I jerked a couple more time and globs of come splattered onto her back. I pulled her panties out of my pants and wiped my cock off. I redressed and hesitated at the door. 

"Want to kiss me good-bye?" I asked. 

Kyla sat back on her knees and craned her neck around to look at me. "Anytime, anyplace, any how you want." She said with a tired smile. 

I reached down and pinched a nipple and she yelped. I opened the door and stepped out into the store. 

 

"Well, hello Sonny. What are you doing in here?" The voice had the lilt of insinuation in it but her smile was open and friendly. 

I looked directly into the green eyes of Mrs. Wills. "Hello Mrs. Wills." I said. 

For a moment, Mrs. Wills and I stood staring at each other. I knew what she was thinking. Despite her fixed, friendly smile, her mind was buzzing with the certainty that she had just figured out who the cock was that was making Kyla Clark smile; the son of her best friend. It was this reason that had made me shy away from Mrs. Wills in the first place. Of all the mothers on the list she knew my mother the best and spent the most time with her. If I made a mistake with her, she would take it right to my mother and that completed the plan which had been forming since I woke from my nap. I would fuck Mrs. Wills and she would have to tell my mother. Then the subject would be out there. 

"Hi, Mrs. Wills. Are you going home soon? Mom dropped me off and I wanted to go home." 

"They did not have what you were looking for?"

I stared hard into her eyes. "Oh, yes. I think I found it just fine. Are you going home soon? I could ride with you to your house and then walk from there." I started walking towards the entrance of the store. I stopped and looked back at her. She was eyeing the changing room door. It moved and a faint click could be heard by both of us. Mrs. Wills looked at me, glanced again at the door and then moved to follow me. 

"I'd be happy to drop you off. But your mother asked me to bring her a flyer so we can go by my house first. Then I'll run you home."

Again, this seemed too easy but when the stars align, you act. "No need. I'd be happy to pick up the flyer and take it to Mom. I can walk. I need the fresh air."

We chatted on the way to the Wills house. She drove up the drive and into the garage. Her house had a drive which went along the side of the house and then into the garage from the back. I could see out my window that her neighbor, Mrs. Kingston was readying their upper deck for the winter. She was a beautiful Chinese lady who Sid Kingston had married while overseas and brought home. A new idea formed, more subtle and likely better than the original, but only if no one was home. Anne was a busybody, a horrendous gossip and because she was Chinese, unaware of many of the 'things you just don't say' in polite company. She said 'fuck' out loud more than any of the women of the neighborhood, though the Chinese equivalent she would never have breathed out loud. English was a second language so the impact of English words did not affect her like it did native English speakers. 

"Is Chris home?" I asked as I got out of the car. 

Mrs. Wills looked at me over the top of the car, studying me like she was curious or puzzled. "No. He and Tony are out getting in a couple rounds of golf before the weather turns." She closed the door. "They won't be home till after supper." She smiled at me and walked into the house, hitting the but to close the garage door as she did. I could see Anne watching us from her deck, staring intently at me as the door closed. I smiled but played like I did not see her. I thought I could get it all done, a very elegant solution to my problem. 

In the house, Mrs. Wills had found the flyer. She held it out to me but I did not take it. "Mrs. Wills, you will not tell on us will you?" I spoke seriously, despite the pounding in my head. 

Mrs. Wills looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Caught! "What do you mean? Tell who? About what?"

"About Kyla and me." I confirmed her suspicions, suspicions which brought her into the store in the first place. 

Mrs. Wills lowered the flyer. Her friendly smile faded. "What is there to tell? You were feeling up the mother of one of your friends in public? You should be ashamed."

I nodded. "I should be. And she let me. She liked it. You must know what that means?" 

Mrs. Wills broke eye contact, lowered her head and finally nodded. "You are sleeping together." She whispered. 

I chuckled. "I fucked her in the changing room. Twice. The second time in the ass. I cannot help myself. Kyla has a great ass."

Mrs. Wills stared at me. "How did this happen?" She asked. 

"It just happened. I went over to help pack some things to send to Landon and one minute we are fixing tea and the next she has my cock in her mouth." I made my eyes go wide and I covered my mouth with my hand. "I am sorry, Mrs. Wills. Really! But I don't know who to talk to. It is tearing me up. I fucked my best friend's mom and she loved it. You saw what she looked like. She wanted me to touch her, to stroke her pussy and caress her ass. She invited me into the changing room, demanded I fuck her!" My voice had a perfect plaintive note with a hint of panicked whine struck through it. 

"Sit down, Sonny." The stern look on Mrs. Wills face changed. "This is very serious." 

I shook my head. "You won't tell, will you?"

"Who?"

"My mom!" I said first then amended the answer, "Anyone." 

For a few moments, Mrs. Wills hesitated. Then she shook her head. "No. I will not tell."

I could tell she was lying. Mrs. Wills was not a good liar, or so I thought till Chris told me she was fucking her brothers. Only then did it occur to me that Chris might have been lying. But he wasn't usually a good liar either. Who to believe? 




Making the MILF List Ch. 03



"How do I know? I know you are friends with my mom. She will freak if she knew I was boning someone." I actually blushed then. I felt my face get hot. 

Mrs. Wills face softened. "Yes, I am her friend and parents do need to rely on their friends to help them keep up with the children. But I would never tell her this. It is private." She was almost grinning. "Did you like it? Was she any good?"

I buried my face in my hands. "Don't talk like that!" I nearly shouted. 

"Why not?" Mrs. Wills asked.

"Because of all my mom's friends, I would rather it would have happened with you than anyone else." Now my face flamed and though I felt the surge of adrenaline and the slight quivering in my body, I felt clear headed, knowing what to say next, what to do. It was all perfectly clear in my head. 

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Wills spluttered. "What did you say?"

I shrugged before looking up. "Nothing. Nothing. Listen, you cannot tell but I know you will. If you do, I will say you fucked me." I spoke desperately, wildly. To my surprise, she did not look shocked. "You have to promise not to tell anyone about Kyla and me!"

"You tell me what you said first." She said. "Then we can discuss matters."

I stared at her. My cock got hard. Mrs. Wills was beautiful with pure blond hair and a perfect pale face, blond eye brows and glittering green eyes. He had a long neck, graceful and porcelain white. "I, a," I began. "I said that I wish it was you I was fucking." I said softly, almost too soft to hear. 

Mrs. Wills nodded, a sort of secret smile which came and went. "You dare to suggest you would fuck me?" She said. 

I goggled because I had never heard her say 'fuck' in a sentence before. Her head did not explode when she said it which sort of surprised me. 

"Well?" Her face got stern. 

I shrugged and nodded. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." I said. "You are so sexy, of course I want to fuck you!" 

Mrs. Wills stared at me, but she was not seeing me. "Tell me about it. Tell me everything." She whispered. 

"What?" I could not believe what I was hearing. 

"I want you to describe it. You know, what you did to her, to Mrs. Clark, to Kyla." 

"I fucked her. She sucked my cock." I said quietly. 

Mrs. Wills shook her head. "No. Tell me everything. All the details. I want to hear you describe it, the whole story. You tell me and I will keep your secret safe."

For a moment I was frightened then horrendously excited. If I did as she asked, she would fuck me but my cock had just been up Mrs. Clark's ass. I told her that. I had to wash it before I fucked her. No, I could not fuck her! Not now. Much as I wanted to. I had to think long term!

"Well?" Mrs. Wills demanded.

I shrugged and did as she asked. I described Kyla sucking my cock, Kyla on the kitchen table and leaving her there. I told about returning to her house, Kyla inviting me into her house, Kyla on her back on the bed, I did not mention it was Landon's. Then I described taking Mrs. Clark in the dressing room, finding her naked, Kyla sucking my cock, fucking her, coming in her and then finally my cock in her ass and how much she came with my cock in her ass. "Then I came out and there you were." I stopped. 

Mrs. Wills nodded with a loud sigh, her eyes glittered. "Fine. I will keep your secret and I know how to make sure of it. I will kiss you. If I tell, you tell. Even." The diffident woman was gone. Vanished. This was the woman capable of fucking her brothers. She stood up. "Come kiss me. Kiss me like you kissed Kyla Clark."

For a moment I was stunned, mostly because this was my plan all along. But not here. "Not here." I said. "Outside. I don't want to come in the house and think of your lips all the time. Chris will think I am getting hard because of him." I stood up, showing her my dirty erection. 

She regarded the front of my pants for a moment, before nodding. "You are right. It would never do for you to get hard every time you walk into my house." 

I think we both knew if I kissed her there and then she would get dirty fucked. She wavered for a moment but stood up. I took her by the hand and pulled her to the patio doors. I opened them and pulled her out onto the patio, insuring she stood with her back to the Kingston's deck. I could see Anne there and she stopped working when she saw us. I took Mrs. Wills by the shoulders and kissed her, hard. Her lips were plush and soft. I pulled back. Mrs. Wills moved a hand to the back of my neck and pulled my head down, pressing her lips to mine and this time her mouth opened and her tongue greeted me. My hands went to her hips and then one slipped up to a breast and the other around to cup her perfect ass. She moaned into my mouth and thrust her hips at me. I squeezed her ample breast, her huge breast for it filled my hand and more. She moaned into my mouth. In the midst of this sexy clinch I opened my eyes and could barely see Anne Kingston staring down at us. My sunglasses hid my eyes. Anne Kingston loved secrets and having them but more than anything, Mom always said the woman loved telling secrets. Everything was set. 

I broke the kiss. "Okay. Okay. I have to go."

Mrs. Wills stared at me. 

I pulled her inside. "No telling." I said and placed a hand on her breast and squeezed. She squeaked but I was gone too quickly for her to object to having my hand on her body. I left her, standing, red faced and panting in the middle of her living room, just like I planned. 

Perhaps I could have had her then. I do not know but I was playing the long game. I knew it would take some time but I was content to wait. The guys, however, were not. 

I got together to shoot some hoops over at Sammy's and after a few games of 2 on 2 with one watching, we got beers and sat around bullshitting. In the midst of this, Langdon looked directly at me and said, "We are getting impatient. Have you fucked your mom, yet?"

I stared at him and then grinned. "I am getting close." I said. "Give me some time."

"You have had plenty of time," Sammy said. "I am getting nothing and I keep dreaming of being balls deep in . . . . " He stopped and looked around at the rest of us. Nothing he could think of would come out right so he said nothing more, he just grinned. 

"Well, whatever. Sonny, you have a month. Then this is over and you consign us back to the unfriendly waters fishing for pussy in the usual ways." Brent said. "We cannot be thinking about fucking our mothers forever. We either do it or give it up. Thirty days. You hear?"

I did not like his tone but since I felt I was close, I just shrugged. If I failed, I failed. I always went first because usually when they sent me out to do something everyone else was too chicken to try, I did it and did it pretty well. I thought maybe I should at least go fuck his mom before I lost out with mine. It sounded like a good idea but I did not get the chance. That came later. For now I was waiting to see if my plan worked. The clock ticked and I waited, watching my mother closely to see a change in her manner towards me but found nothing to speak of. Then it happened, not like I thought but close enough. I thought Mrs. Kingston would be whispering to everyone and Mrs. Wills will hear. She would have to bring it to my mom before Mom heard it from someone else. Then she would tell about Kyla Clark and my cock and Mom would have to sit me down for 'a talk'. I had some of it right but not all.

That Friday my sisters all went out early before I got home. I arrived to find Mom alone in the gloom of early evening, sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of wine. I opened the fridge and got out a beer. I closed the door before I noticed her. 

"Holy shit, mom, I almost dropped my beer. What are you doing in the dark?"

"Drinking wine." She said, her voice was slurred. "Put the beer back and help me finish this bottle." 

I did. I sat down at the table and noticed her attire for the first time. She was dressed for bed. It was a sexy outfit in blue with gold highlights which accented her pale white skin and coal black hair. I felt my pulse quicken, thinking perhaps my patience had paid off. I poured wine in my glass and sipped some. "So? What's up, mom? Why are you sitting her drinking by yourself in the dark?"

Mother sipped from the wine glass and set it down. It clinked on the table top, rattling a bit for her hand was unsteady. "I need to talk to you?"

Here it comes, I thought. "Where are the girls?" 

"Out, all gone for the weekend. Aren't you going to ask me what I want to talk to you about?"

I stared into my wine, searching for a reply. Though I anticipated this confrontation, I did not have a script to work from. All I wanted was for the subject to come up and it was about to. Despite that, I struggled for words, mostly because I could not know what she knew or suspected and I did not want to spill the beans before it was time. "No, mother. I presume you will tell me when you are ready. I think you have had a lot of wine."

"Second bottle. But did not drink the first by myself." She slurred. "Want to guess who helped me?"

I didn't want to guess so I sipped and stared, avoiding her steady, though bleary gaze. 

"Laura Wills. Mrs. Wills came to see me. But no, that is not right. I called her and she came right over. Brought wine. Made me drink some, a lot. Do you know why?"

I shook my head. 

"I'll tell you why." My mother was a woman who became positively voluble once she had enough wine, but curiously, she always made sense. You just had to listen closely because she slurred her words badly soon after the wine was opened but she did not get bleary drunk till long afterwards. Her lips lost their skill but her mind remained sharp. Her kids had learned that early, mom could not be taken advantage of just because she sounded drunk. She had to be drunk and that was notoriously difficult to determine before it was too late. 

Mom found her voice. "I'll tell you why." Repeating herself was one possible positive sign that she was around the bend from being able to remember what happened. I sort of hated that because I could not see myself fucking her while she was drunk and helpless, unless she asked. Still and again, I waited. "Laura says you kissed her." Mother stopped to pour more wine, emptying the bottle and then she looked askance at me till I got another bottle of white from the fridge, opened and set it on the table. "I saw Mrs. Kingston at the store this morning. Do you know what she told me? She said she caught you kissing Laura Wills on their deck and you had your hand clearly on her ass. You kissed her for a long time and with tongue and everything. Anne told me that, all that. Just like that." 

Mother was drunk. I would have bet on it. But I could not tell for sure. I kept silent. 

"I called Laura when I got home. Anne insisted that we have coffee after leaving the store and though everyone knows she is a horrible gossip, I finally relented and went to have coffee. That is when she told me. So I called Laura when I got home. I was furious. I think I scared her. Anne thinks you fucked her. I think she was jealous, the little tramp. Anne would fuck you, I know! She came right over, I mean Laura, and told me that she would not talk to me till I calmed down and wine would help so that is why that bottle is empty. Number two. I drank most of the first. Laura talked. 

"She said you professed love for her but that you were tangled up with Kyla Clark. Is that true?"

I wanted to say 'what part' just to dodge a little but thought better of it. "Sort of."

"Sort of? Sort of! What does that mean?" Mom drank and the wine seemed to clear her mind, curiously. "Is it true you slept with Kyla Clark?"

"Yes." I nodded. 

Mom nodded emphatically. "Good, that woman has needed a good shagging for ages. What about Laura? Did you profess love to her?"

I thought back. What did I say? Finally I shook my head. "No."

"Ahhh. What did you say exactly?"

"That of all the women in the neighborhood, she was the one I wanted to . . . to . . . take to bed." 

"Fuck." Mom said at the same time I said 'take to bed' which changed the tone of the conversation considerably. She continued when I was done. "So? You said that your dream was to fuck Laura Wills? You said that to her face?"

"No. No, I never said that to her. Not really, well, not till she insisted. I said that I wished it had been her rather than Kyla, er, Mrs. Clark."

"Kyla, is it?"

I knew that would get me in trouble eventually, skipping to Kyla rather than keeping it 'Mrs. Clark', if I was in trouble. I still could not tell but this was my mother and I still had vestiges of her judgments affecting me. I was guilty of something after all and I was all about insuring she did not find out what it was till I was cock deep in her voluptuous pussy. Thinking that, I did feel guilty! But I still thought it and got hard because of the thought itself.

"You call her Kyla?" She did not wait to get an answer but drank and then continued. "Laura confessed everything, how she promised not to tell me anything about you and her, or Kyla."

"What do you mean, me and Mrs. Wills?" I was puzzled. 

"She said you were going to come back and take her in the night, right in her own bed. She said you would slip into the quiet house and steal up to the bedroom and put a hand over her mouth and tear off her clothes and gag and tie her up and strip and do her." Mom gulped more wine and laughed. "Fuck her, I mean. Oh! No, wait. That is what she said she wanted! Not what you said. She said that to me, you did not say that to her. Sorry. Sorry! Sorry. So, now you know you can have her anytime you like." She stopped and leaned forward, squinting at me. "Did you do her?" I shook my head. "Do you want her?" Mom asked, "Because if you do, this weekend is the perfect time. The girls are gone and Tony and Chris are out camping. Now is the time. The iron is hot, or Laura is hot, anyway." Mom laughed uproariously then and guzzled more wine. "Listen, we have a problem. If you fuck Laura, I'll know about and I do not want to be in a position to know that about you two. And what about Kyla?"

I felt smug but kept it off my face. Kyla would soon have all the cock she craved and likely more. All our loving MILFs would. "What about Kyla?" I responded. 

Mom shook her head. "I do not want to know. Laura is enough for now. Listen, I made a deal with Laura. She comes here, fucks you right in your own room. That way I know all about it. If I make a stink, she makes a bigger one by insisting that I knew and approved. Everyone is safe from recriminations." Mom spoke that last word perfectly which called into doubt her actual degree of drunkenness since drunklish does not come and go like that, usually. That warm, comfortable feeling of having a plan working perfectly changed in that instant to a niggling dread that I was missing something and was charging off a very high, very steep cliff with a rocky landing. Yes, I got insecure. I reached around and found nothing under me so I felt I had no choice but to forge forward. I guess I actually charged off the cliff when I fucked Kyla the first time. So what does it matter how far off I charge? 

"No, mom. Just knowing is not enough. I'll fuck her but you have to watch. You have to be there. You have to watch me fuck her." My voice was rock steady though my right leg was jiggering like mad under the table. This was the last step before I got what I was after, what the five of us needed. If this worked, the rest was just details. 

Mom had been about to take more wine but the glass stopped before it arrived at her lips and she stared at me over the half-full goblet. "Excuse me?" She said. "What did you just say?"

"I said that you have to be in the room, watching us. We will fuck for you, with you in the room. Otherwise, it is not balanced, not even and you can slip free of the gag order whenever you like. We cannot have that. Laura and I belong together but it has been impossible to make it happen. I could not see how to do it without hurting someone, you, her, her family, me. But now, now we have no choice. We have to do it. And you have to be there watching. Watching makes you just as guilty and in fact, if this all comes out, who will believe you just watched?" 

"Oh my dear baby," mom began, but I interrupted.

"I am not your baby any longer, mother. I am a man and you are trying to get involved in my sex life. Well, if you insist you will be and now you are. I have little choice it seems but you cannot just linger on the fringes. You have to watch while I take the clothes off your friend's beautiful body and lay her on your bed and fuck her." There, I said it. The gauntlet was down, the die was cast and the matter would be settled, one way or another and right now. For a minute, Mom stared at me then she set the wine glass down, rose, unsteadily and went to the house phone and hit a speed dial. 

"Laura? Yes, hello. Yes, very drunk, still drinking. No, not your fault." She nodded. Again. "I mean, yes and yes. Just takes some getting used to. No. Yes. Tomorrow. As we discussed. Noon? Sure, noon. Monday. Take the day off. Gives us plenty of time. Wednesday? Perfect. I do not need to go to the office Monday either. What? We can discuss it tomorrow. I'll have the garage open at noon, just drive in. We don't want your car parked all weekend outside our house." My mother hung up. She looked over at me, weaving, "There." She said. "All settled. We can explain about the audience tomorrow. I did not want to explain tonight, might freak little Laura lovely lips out and she would be a no show. I am looking forward to seeing her get banged by my only son." With that, my mother turned away from me and staggered off to bed. 

I did not see mother again till ten the next morning. I was rattled. When she left the kitchen I sat and finished the bottle by myself, contemplating what had just happened, wondering if my beautiful, sexy mother was drunk. She had called her best friend and arranged for me to fuck her tomorrow around noon and she was going to watch, wanted to watch! I was certainly down the rabbit hole now. Even fucking Kyla had not made our MILF list plan as real as this conversation had. But, I reflected, I was going to get another MILF. 

Mrs. Wills was certainly on that list but then the thought of taking her while my mother watched me washed over me. So far, I had been sexual always in private. The idea of doing Laura Wills in front of someone seemed so alien and strange that I kept drinking the wine, though Mom only left me half the bottle. Mom was shorted then me, with broad, rounded hips and shapely legs and a huge bust. Her black hair was cut at an angle with the longest in the middle extending to the middle of her back. I thought of her naked and resolved that if Mrs. Wills would be naked, then so would my mother. 

The plan all along was to collectively fuck our mothers and not on a round robin basis either but together! Air tight, Landon said. Airtight? I remembered the tight constriction of Kyla's ass around my cock. I groaned. I thought about my mother's ass and I thought about Laura Wills' ass. I kept drinking but quit when the bottle was empty because if Laura Wills was indeed coming, I should not have a terrible hangover. Only at that moment did it occur to me that Mom could have spoofed me and did not actually have anyone on the line or Laura had not answered and tomorrow all this would be forgotten or she would punish me for believing she would do something like this. Curiously, this thought calmed me enough to get to sleep: maybe it was all a hoax. 

I woke early with a gigantic headache, peed took ibuprofen and went back to bed. For a moment I felt like thinking about the night before but sleep took me despite the bright morning sunshine streaming into my room. I awoke to tapping on my door and then the sound of it opening. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 03



"Honey? Sonny? Sonny Honey!" 

My mother's voice pierced whatever dream I was having which left my cock painfully hard. I turned on my side to hide it with the sheet facing her. "What?" In that instant, all of the previous night came flooding back, especially the conclusion, followed closely but the final thought that Mom was faking me out. Her next words settled the matter.

"Get up. Laura is downstairs and she is nervous as a whore in church. Did you shower last night?"

I opened my eyes to find my beautiful mother bending over me. I could see right down the tank top shirt she was wearing. "How's your head?" I asked. 

"Okay, getting better. I noticed you finished the bottle last night. How are you?"

She seemed unduly bright, cheerful and perhaps eager. "I had the weirdest dream," I began but Mom interrupted me. 

"I had the same dream. Turns out Laura Wills had the same dream and is down stairs waiting for us, you really to make it real. I have not told her I am going to watch you take her. I want you to kiss her before you say anything and if she responds well, take her right there the first time! On the kitchen table like you did Kyla Clark!" My mother was practically giggling with anticipation. I rolled onto my back and my cock tented the sheet. "My goodness, you are ready for her, aren't you!" I got up and walked past her to the bath, cock aloft. 

"Going to shower, be down soon." I muttered. I showered, thinking about what was before me, considering that this was the final 'go-no go' point in the whole MILF project, converting them from MILFs to MIGF, mothers I got to fuck. Whether the other guys knew it or not, if I fucked my mother, I was certainly going to fuck all of their mother's . . . which made me consider the thought that I should indeed have fucked all of the MILFs in question before revealing to my friends that my mother had been bedded by her son. It would be harder to squeal if the story would include your own mother on the list of the fucked. But that was not a done deal yet. I had to take Mrs. Wills and then see if the door to my mother's love palace would open. Surely watching her best friend and her son fuck would make her willing to join? The thought left me hard when I exited the shower and it remained with me till I dressed, right up till I got to the bottom of the stairs and heard Laura's screeching laughter and my mother's voice talking to her. My cock wilted. Two women? Both fuckable? Women! Not callow girls who still flinched when they touched the cock or the cock touched them but women who presumably had done it all. The whole thing was a little scary! The wilting of the cock daunted me but I did not hesitate. I strode into the kitchen where Mom and Mrs. Wills sat drinking coffee.

I stopped at the door. Mrs. Wills sat facing me, her blond curls loose on her shoulders, her green eyes flashed when they saw me. She sat down the coffee cup. Mom looked over her shoulder and chortled, "look who's up! Sonny, Mrs. Wills is here to see you." She said in a normal voice. Mrs. Wills' eyes got huge, big around as saucers. 

I hesitated and then thought of the five MILFs. They would need us all to take charge of them, to demand they give us what they wanted. If they volunteered, at least at first, the whole luscious illusion might shatter and one or more of them might close down and not give in to our desires while their friends and young men watched. Being watched was a critical part of the plan and making sure the women knew it, right from the beginning was my job. Kyla understood, she had shivered with the feel of my hand on her ass, wanting it, desiring it, begging for it. She came immediately in the dressing room. Now it was time to teach the same lesson to Laura and my mother. They could learn together. 

I walked to the table and kissed my mother flush on the mouth. She was so surprised the quick kiss on her lips was over before she could do anything but make her eyes bug out, which they did. I moved to Laura who was staring and leaned down to kiss her. But this was not a quick hit. I touched my lips to her lips while laying a hand on her shoulder. Then I sucked at her lower lip, gently, softly and then I kissed her whole mouth, lips on lips. My hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her head. I encountered no resistance. Then I felt her tongue, the slightest inquiring flick that ticked my lips. I chased her tongue with mine and her lips parted, her mouth opened and her head tilted backwards. My tongue entered her mouth and it opened wider and wider till I was exploring the roof of her mouth with my tongue. When Mrs. Wills breathed through her nose the first time, I withdrew, standing up. My dick was perfectly erect. 

Mrs. Wills sat looking up at me, agape. I leaned down and kissed her again and this time she moaned as soon as my lips touched hers. I put the same hand to the back of her head and placed the other firmly over her right breast, pressing and massaging it. Mrs. Wills groaned, arching her torso so as to press her tit into my active hand. Her open mouth sucked and pulled at mine, all the while she made small noises in the back of her throat. I stood straight again. "Stand up." My voice was hoarse, harsh with strain. My cock was hard and erect. Mrs. Wills glanced at the tent in my underwear for a moment. When I stepped back, she struggled to her feet. She looked down at my mother. 

I so wanted to look at my mother but refused. I stayed focused on Laura Wills. "Turn around." I murmured. 

Mrs. Wills glanced again at my Mother but apparently received no signal that stopped her. She turned around, facing the table. Her ass was small but well-shaped. Compact, tight, taut, even in the pleated dress of watercolor blue and pink on white which fell below her knees, I could discern the outline of her ass. I moved closer, till she could feel my presence without touching her at any point. "Do you have panties on, Mrs. Wills?" I asked. Her head moved, she bowed it, no longer looking over her shoulder at me or at my mother. I glanced over at my mother. She was sipping her coffee and watching us. Her eyes were glistening. 

Mrs. Wills' head moved, a nod. "I am going to remove them. Once I do, you are mine to do with as I please. You will become the objective of my sexual satisfaction. I want you to orgasm till you feel like your head will explode. I want to give you more pleasure in a weekend than you have ever experienced in your life. Is that all right with you?"

Again the blond woman nodded. I placed two hands on her small, narrow hips. She jumped like I had pricked her with a needle. I moved my hands lower on her ass and began to pull up the dress. Mrs. Wills shivered. Higher and higher the dress rose, revealing a slip. When the dress was fully bunched in each hand, I began the same process with the taupe-colored slip. Mrs. Wills twitched when she felt it begin to move and was shivering as though she was cold by the time she felt the knuckles of each hand on her hips. She stood trembling in my grasp. "Get my prick out." I said. 

My mother set down her coffee and for a moment I thought she was going to accommodate me but Mrs. Wills beat her to it. Though slightly bent over the table, she put both hands on my waist and pulled at my underwear which promptly became hooked on the head of my erect penis. I grunted. When she felt the fabric resist her, she moved both hands to the cock behind her, freed it and then pulled the briefs down as far as she could, then she bent and pulled them further. Finally, she lay on the table so she could move the jockeys to my knees where they dropped away. She made to stand back up but my hands moved higher up her sides and pressed at her lower back, not enough to resist her movement but enough to communicate my desire to her. Mrs. Wills collapsed onto the table. 

I pushed her dress and slip over her ass and tucked it under her sides. I ran my hands down the sides of her hips and over the cheeks of her ass, caressing her through her silken panties. I put a finger inside the waist band and pulled. Mrs. Wills backed a bit from the table, releasing her panties to my pressure. The band crept over the slight flare of her hips. "I am removing your panties, Mrs. Wills. You may stop me at any time. But once I take them off of you, I will fuck you. Do you understand?" 

Mrs. Wills nodded her head soundlessly. I pulled her panties lower on her hips, the crease of her ass appeared. I pulled them lower till the indentation of her ass whole appeared between her cheeks. She clinched her cheeks and her ass hole winked. I pulled them down to her thighs, to her knees and then to her ankles. I knelt behind her and lifted one foot and then the other, removing her panties. I tossed them to my mother. I put both hands on her cheeks and opened her. Mrs. Will arched her back so that her pussy lips appeared and then bloomed. I breathed in her aroma and then blew on her ass hole and pussy. Mrs. Wills shuddered. I stood up. 

I glanced over at mother and she was watching me with wide, unblinking eyes, both fixed on my hard, erect cock. I took it in hand and smeared the precum from the end onto Laura's left ass cheek. She sighed so loud it spooked me and I jumped which made her jump. She giggled then and moved both hands out above her head, palms flat on the table, stretching like a cat in love with life. I crouched a little and tucked the end of my cock in between her thighs and they parted like a book falling open to your favorite chapter. Her pussy blossomed behind her, appearing between the pale cheeks of her ass. I touched my cock to her pussy and Mrs. Wills grunted and her body twitched backwards, as though she were trying to catch my cock with her cunt. 

I fit the head of my prick between the visible lips of the pussy and pressed forward, entering Mrs. Will's body for the first time. 

"Oh, my god!" It was my mother who spoke, though, not Mrs. Wills. Mrs. Wills' only response was a long hissing exhalation and a slight pressure backwards onto my cock. I pressed forward again. Mrs. Wills' pussy was completely soaked, well-lubricated with her liquid desire. Anticipation had saturated her. As I sank into her, her body began to shake and shimmy. When I was nearly all rooted in her cunt, I stopped the slow progress and pulled out and then without warning slammed my cock as deep into her body as it would go. I held her by the waist, pulling her hard onto my dick. I held her still while her body jerked and quaked. Then she made a series of little grunts, 'uh,uh, uh, uh, uh' over and over again and then she squeezed her eyes closed and her ass clinched, her pussy seized my cock and her body rippled once, twice, three times, starting each time at the shoulders and flowing down her body to her ass. Each time, each wave pulled her off my cock an inch or two and then slammed her hard back onto it. She gripped the side of the table with one hand. 

"Fuck her. She just came, I think. Now fuck her hard and fast and she'll come like a cannon!" My mother hissed into the damp, still air. 

I was waiting to see if my own love cannon was going to shoot off but the stillness let the threat of ejaculation retreat and I finally did as my mother suggested. I began a slow steady rhythm, in and out of Mrs. Wills' clasping pussy. She was silent but her body responded. The first sound came from her snatch, the squashing sound of my cock thrusting into her. The next sound she made was the little grunt at the bottom of each stroke as I pounded her with my cock. Then she started to pant, like she could not catch her breath and then she gritted her teeth and keened, a high note held steady from deep in her throat. Her body stiffened and though I continued to thrust into her, she did not, perhaps could not move. I plunged into her tense body over and over again. Mrs. Wills lay completely tensed, gasping for breath, pulling air past her barred teeth, swallowing and shuddering. At irregular intervals the wave would ripple through her again. When it started, her eyes clinched closed and when it reached her pussy where it was transmitted deep inside her body to my penetrating prick through the convulsing walls of her vagina, her eyes would open wide again and she would yelp. For five minutes she shuddered through wave after wave of orgasm while I pumped her with a steady length of hard cock. 

It all ended when my orgasm fell on me like a calving glacier, a slow motion collapse into the cold arctic sea of pleasure which sharpened every nerve and awakened every sense. I plowed into Mrs. Wills arched body from behind, fixing my cock deep in her quivering sleeve while the orgasm approached. When it broke and my body bucked and jerked behind and above her, the final colossal wave of her many, multiple orgasms possessed her. The constant tension in her body seemed to ratchet up beyond her ability to endure. Her torso rose off the table, her head back, mouth open, the keening coming from her rose in intensity and pitch. Her hands were planted on the table and then she lifted them and her whole body jerked, convulsed and flopped forward. She grunted and exhaled into a complete swoon. Her body became completely lax and I had to hold her on the table. Her legs dangled uselessly below her, her knees turned to water. I hitched her body further onto the table and resumed my own swoon, unable to hold her but unwilling to let her trickle to the floor and become a pool of orgasmic bliss and human cum. I withdrew my deflating cock from her languid pussy and staggered to a chair and sat, naked, before my own mother after having fucked her friend on her kitchen table. 

Mother shook her head. "Laura always claimed she was multi-orgasmic with the right person, complaining that Tony never bothered to try to get her there. I think you just made a friend for life. I always wanted to see it and now I have. Thank you." She smiled but there was something in her smile, a contaminate that robbed it of its essential purpose, a smile's inherent intention and gave me cause to pause, perhaps to fear but only if I was worried about having sex with my own mother. I wasn't. In fact, I saw pure, powerful, raw and demanding lust in her eyes. Voracious lust! She wanted what she had just seen! I closed my eyes and smiled deep inside. I was going to torture my mother with this till she begged for cock, till the very suggestion of being made air tight by me and my friends would bring a small orgasm of anticipation to her. For the moment, I sat still and silent, plotting. 

Time passed and I roused when Mrs. Wills roused. She lifted her head, her dress still tucked under her body. "What happened?" She wheezed. 

Mother reached over and slapped the woman's bare ass. "Get up. Take a shower. Do it all over again but this time in bed. Sex on the table is fine but sex in bed is luxurious." 

"What happened?" Mrs. Wills whispered again.

"Sonny just fucked you stupid. Go shower and you can have some more." My mother sounded so matter of fact about the situation, Laura did not question her further. She struggled backwards till her feet found the floor and her knees locked well enough to let her stand. The dress fell, covering her. She turned, leaning on the table and stared at me. Under her stare my cock stirred. She glanced at my mother. "You saw everything?" She said while she pulled on her panties. 

Mother nodded. "How do we insure everyone stays silent? I watch, you fuck and he has free, available pussy right in his very own home. Everyone wins." My mother's voice sounded odd, different than she normally sounded, lower, with a hint of a rasp, like she smoked two packs a day since she lost her virginity, but she hadn't. She never smoked. 

"Everytime? You are going to watch us?" Mrs. Wills looked over at me. "Your mother?"

"Who better? She has to keep quiet, doesn't she?" 

"What about Kyla?" Mrs. Wills asked. 

I shrugged. "I'll fuck you both. I will fuck you when I like. Mom will arrange it. Let's go take a shower." 

"No. You have to choose. Kyla or me." 

I shrugged. But my mother did not shrug. She stepped in front of Mrs. Wills and slapped her so hard I heard the echo five times. Mrs. Wills head wagged to the side and when it righted itself and when she could see straight she blinked. "Why did you do that?" She asked, a soft whine in her voice. 

"Laura, you know what you are. I know what you are. I am giving you to my son. You will do as he says. Do you understand?" Mother's hand pulled back to hit the woman again. Mrs. Wills cringed but I caught her wrist and pulled it back. 

"That is enough. If Mrs. Wills wants to leave, she should leave. If she wants to play, we have the weekend. Mother, you cannot hit her again."

"But she likes it." Mother said. "Didn't you know that?"

I shrugged. "She just came continuously for ten minutes and I never laid a hand on her." I moved between them, put an arm around Mrs. Wills and walked her out of the kitchen and upstairs. In the bathroom, I removed her dress, bra and panties which were soaked through. When she turned around so I could finally see her tits, I gasped. They were beautiful, proud, upright with little erect nipples in the center of her aureoles. I pressed my hands into them and Mrs. Wills leaned into me, closing her eyes while her head lulled back in muted ecstasy. Mother opened the door and entered. She turned on the shower. 

"Are you going to fuck her in the shower?" My mother asked me. 

My mother was staring at me with fierce eyes. Our relationship had just changed. 

I shrugged again, liking it. "Maybe." I looked at the blond woman whose breasts were presently in my hands. "Mrs. Wills, do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes. Oh yes." She breathed as my hands continued to massage her breasts. 

"In the shower?" 

"In bed. On my back." She breathed. 

I released her and pointed her at the shower. My cock was hard again. If I went in with her, I would surely enter her again. I donned a robe and went back to the kitchen for something to eat. It smelled like pussy, aroused pussy. I ate and went back up stairs. Mrs. Wills was tucked into Mom's bed, sound asleep. I showered and joined her. She snuggled up to me, turning on her side and planting her shapely little ass hard against my groin. I was overcome with exhaustion, my arm hooked around the woman beside me. Mother closed the door and the room was quiet and I slept. 

When I woke next, the room was dark. Beside me Mrs. Wills breathed regularly. I slipped out of bed, donned a robe and padded downstairs. Mother was watching TV. I flopped onto the couch. She wore a robe. I studied her. My mother was short with rich black hair and a great ass and huge boobs which she normally kept hidden under draped clothing and jackets or shapeless skirts. The robe she wore hid nothing. 

"Blondie sleeping?" Mom asked. 

I nodded. 

Mom smiled. "You two put on quite a show. She has talked often about when she was multi-orgasmic, coming constantly but I never really understood. That was incredible to watch. Thanks for letting me." 

I shrugged, thinking I was doing that a lot. Being this close to my mother, having her watch me fuck a woman, it all shimmered before me like a mirage. I did not know how to respond. I kept the end goal in mind, 'air tight'. I sat staring at my mother's cleavage, maybe for the first time seeing her as the other guys saw her, as a woman, a sexual woman, a desirable woman; tits and ass, mouth and pussy. Despite her long years of being alone, with just the four of us kids to keep her occupied, she managed to keep her sexuality present and accounted for. I wondered at that, wondered how she managed that. 

Mother put a hand to one of her breasts and began to rub it. I got hard. "Don't you think, Laura needs more of your attention by now?" Mom asked, grasping her other tit with her other hand and massaging them both while she watched me. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 04



Chapter 4

Mother's Friday

The whole week things had been weird. Mom and I could not look at each other. I am not sure what her issue was but when I did look at her, I tended to stare which led to sorting through the files of my memory; Kyla, Laura, my naked mother, all of which made me hard and I would have to retreat from public view till my pussy rocket followed the gantry back into seclusion where it belonged. I kept waiting for some sign that mother was weakening, that she needed hard cock and would take the colossal risk by bidding for mine. When she made no move, gave no positive sign and avoided my eyes, I began to obsess. By Thursday, I was nearly in a panic. I had seen mom standing at the kitchen sink that Friday morning in her robe and I fancied myself stealing up behind her and slipping hands into the robe and grasping her great melons and squeezing a sign from her that she wanted me and would have me. But I chickened out and went to school. 

The guys planned to go to the football game; our alma mater high school was playing a big game away that night and we all planned to go and be rowdy and enjoy the game. Under other circumstances we would all be prowling for pussy but not this time! Then I got notice I had an advisor conference at 4 which would delay me at the college so I opted out. They went without me and ten minutes after they were gone, I got a text that my conference was cancelled till next week and then my phone went dead. Of course I did not know anyone's numbers so I could not call them to come back and get me and I did not want to make the drive alone, so I was stuck. 

I immediately thought of Kyla and cruised past her house but there were a lot of cars there so they likely had something going on where I would definitely not be welcome. I did not turn around. I went by the Wills homestead and there were cars there also. I was about to go home and see if my mother was there but then I thought about Honeywell's. I knew Sammy's dad was out of town for two weeks and with Sammy gone to the game, maybe his mother was home. Perhaps this was my chance. I was so tense about mom, having something else to think about would be good. Well, not really something else, but someone else, at least, that would be good. 

I had been thinking about the remaining MILFs on the list and the advisability of having all of them in hand, or more precisely, my cock in them all before informing my compadres that my mother was well and truly fucked. I was avoiding that confrontation because I was getting such a weird vibe from her and the prospect of trying to seduce Mrs. Honeywell pleased me much more than trying to figure out whether or not I could fuck my own mother. If I was going to do all the moms before I reported success to the guys, I needed to do Mrs. Honeywell anyway. Now seemed like an opportune time. 

It was nearing six when I arrived and darkness was falling. I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. I had several contingent explanations for why I was ringing Mrs. Honeywell's doorbell on a Friday night. She opened the door.

"Hi, Sonny. You missed Sammy and the other boys. They are already gone."

"I know. I was supposed to meet them but something came up." I held up my phone. "My phone is dead. Do you think you have a charger that would fit?" It was feeble but when you wanted someone to know you had another motive, then curiosity invited participation. A flimsy excuse creates curiosity about what you actually do want. 

Mrs. Honeywell stepped back. "Of course, come in, Sonny. Let me look." She did not ask why I did not just go home which was a positive sign. 

"A, Mrs. Honeywell, am I interrupting something? Should I be going?"

She turned and smiled at me, at least when I lifted my eyes from where her ass had been to her breasts and then to her eyes, then I did actually notice she was smiling. "No, nothing. I was about to see what was on the tube or read a book. Nothing exciting. Sammy and Sam are gone so I am all alone." I followed her into the living room. She disappeared into the den. Mrs. Honeywell was a statuesque black woman, not the coal black of the African queen, the blended black of many American's which is so beautiful. Her skin was flawless. She was tall, nearly my height and looked me in the eyes in four inch heels. Her eyes were huge, wide but piercing, forceful brown eyes that never appeared hard, always friendly, open and intelligent. She was dressed in a black dress spangled with blue and green acrylic beads woven into the fabric which made it sparkle and shimmer as she moved, as the light shifted over it. It was cut low on her breasts, showing her ample cleavage. It hugged her ass. I liked it.

She returned with a charger. It matched mine and we plugged it in. I reflected that it would be good to have it in case my mother called for cock. I started to get hard and had to think about dirty socks and broccoli to make the bulge settle. If this was poker, I did not want to show my hand too soon; but then if it was poke her, I did want to show my head as soon as possible. I snickered. I glanced at the beautiful black woman in front of me and sobered right up. This was serious business. 

"I was just having a glass of wine to end the week. Perhaps you would care to join me? 

"Of course. Wine with a beautiful woman on a Friday evening? What more could a guy ask for?"

"Being with his friends at a football game?" Mrs. Honeywell suggested, with raised eyebrows. She got a wine glass and poured me some wine. Our families all knew each other and it was tacitly agreed that we could all get booze from any of the houses in question but the parents would never be faulted for it unless they let any of us drive. They all drove us home once in a while. But booze was just a pass time. Learning to drink in the friendly confines of our families and seeing how adults used alcohol taught us how to drink so we would only get drunk occasionally for cause, not because we could. We never drove after drinking even a beer since we were too still too young, but so were a lot of the soldiers in Afghanistan, which is just bullshit. 

"Sonny? Sonny? Where is your mind?" Mrs. Honeywell held the glass of wine out to me. My mind had been elsewhere. But it was time to play the gambit. 

I took the wine and smiled. Mrs. Honeywell was a big woman, not big boned but big, tall with broad shoulders but with a narrow waist which made her average sized hips look broad and her huge tits look humongous. Her ass though was unbelievable; it was a tapering ass which made her legs appear to be extensions of her back. Her hips were flared but barely though her narrow waist accentuated that. The profile of her ass, however, told a different story. When she stood straight, her ass curved pleasingly, the small of her back curved in and her broad shoulders completed the profile. I sipped from the wine glass and set it down. I stared into the rose color liquid hard, like I was struggling with something. I guess I was. I felt nervous, anxious. Mrs. Honeywell waited on me, sipping several times from her glass while she did.

Finally I looked up into her big smiling eyes. "Mrs. Honeywell, can I talk to you about something that is, er, personal?" 

The happy glint in her eyes dimmed down several factors of intensity by worry. "Of course, Sonny. What is on your mind? Is something wrong?"

"Ah, well, sort of, Mrs. Honeywell, it is about, er . . . ." I stopped all together, stalling. My reluctance was real. Except for the fact I wanted to talk about it with her, wanted to get the subject open it was still exceedingly difficult to discuss sex with a woman. 

"Yes?" She said, prompting. 

"Well, sex." I said finally. "I need to discuss sex and, and, and relationships. But this is mostly about sex, I think but maybe not." I stopped again. Despite the fact I was working her, finding the right words was not simple which matched the situation perfectly, so being tongue-tied did not bother me. If I was a young man in over his head and looking for advice, being tongue tied would be perfectly normal and she would never suspect I was working to get her naked. Maybe she hoped, but she would not suspect me which would make things easier, at least I hoped so. Everybody does things better if they think it is their idea. 

"Sex is important to us living, breathing humans, Sonny. What in particular has you bothered?"

"Well, I have gotten involved with someone and, well it is complicated."

"Does she already have a boyfriend?" 

"Well, no, but yes really. Not a boyfriend so much as a . . . something else." I could not say 'husband' yet. 

"What else? A girlfriend?" Mrs. Honeywell smiled then sobered when I did not deny it. 

I decided on a different tactic. "Mrs. Honeywell, do you think that married women always have to have sex with their husbands?"

Now she did sober. I had said the word and she pounced on it. "Is this woman in your life married?"

I nodded, looking down at my wine in gleeful shame. I gulped some more of it. "What do you think about a man my age being involved with an older woman?"

"Who is married, you mean?"

I nodded. 

"How old?" She asked. 

I lifted my head and stared directly into her beautiful brown eyes. "About your age." I said softly. 

This time, it was Mrs. Honeywell who dropped her eyes and gazed into the wine glass. I could only guess what she as thinking. I hoped she was thinking that she was that older, married woman and I was the younger man in the equation that would equal the double backed monster scaring the children. "Well, that is difficult. Marriage is difficult and when one or the other of the partners strays, it puts a real strain on the marriage. I do not think it is good for you to seek out married women; I think it is a waste of your life because they cannot offer you much." 

Except an educated, hungry and voracious pussy; who was she kidding? I had reviewed what Sammy told us about her at the beginning and figured I had an even chance of shafting this goddess tonight before I went home. "You do not understand. She, she came on to me, kissed me the first time and pulled my hand up to her tit. She sucked my cock and then stripped and asked me to fuck her. Now she will not leave me alone. She is calling all the time, sending me texts, sometimes faster than I can delete them. I don't want anyone to see them. She says she wants to 'do it all' with me, whatever that means." 

Mrs. Honeywell, listened but did not respond, sitting in thought. Finally she looked up. "Is the sex good?"

I nodded. "Fucking fantastic. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Honeywell."

Mrs. Honeywell smiled. "No matter. I do not know how anyone can have a valuable conversation about sex without being willing to say 'fuck' once in a while. Now listen, when it comes to married women, they can be demanding, you have to be clear with them what it is you offer and what you expect from them. Are you in love with her? And call me, Alissa, please"

"In love?" The question caught me by surprise almost as much as her request but I covered pretty well. "Well, no, Alissa." I tried out her name. It felt odd calling her Alissa but good at the same time. "But I do not want to hurt her either. I like the sex and she is teaching me lots of great things. Or letting me learn. She is not bossy or nothing, trying to be the great sex teacher. We are good together and we both come loads and have fun. But she talks about getting a divorce and living with me till we can get married, where would we want to live, that sort of thing . . . to tell you the truth it scares me a little." 

"She is talking about divorce? Hmmmm. That is interesting. It is possible that you have tripped her trigger and she is intoxicated with having great sex again like when she was young. Do you know if she has had other lovers?"

I shook my head. "Not that I know of." 

"Have you been with anyone else since you ah, got involved with her?"

"No." I lied. It was a good lie, if I understood what was going to happen, or could happen, it was the right lie. 

"Do you want to?"

I hesitated just long enough to make the answer clear. "No," I lied again, "I do not want to hurt her feelings. She is really into me." 

Mrs. Honeywell sat forward. "Listen, at your age, you should not let anyone lock you into something you do not want. The best way to keep a woman from thinking she owns you or you thinking she owns you for that matter, is to make sure you are with someone else from time to time. I would not suggest this if you were dating a single woman but where she is married, she has to know that and with the difference in age, she needs to understand that the point of your relationship is just sex. If she thinks she loves you, you will have to prove it to her rather than just saying it. She will not believe you. You should have sex with someone else."

"But wouldn't that be using them? Wouldn't that be involving someone else in a situation just like the one I am in and end up doing to her just what is being done to me?" The hook was set.

Mrs. Honeywell nodded. "Well, yes. You could look at it that way. In fact, that is a good way to understand it, so you should find yourself another married woman and get involved with her. Then the first woman will realize that she has competition for your cock but your heart is yours to keep."

I snorted. "Just where would I find such a woman, willing to fuck me just to help me out?"

"Not just to help you out, Sonny. You are an attractive man. Any woman would be flattered to gain your attention." 

I finished my wine and stood up. Time to move. "Well, thanks for the talk, Mrs. Honeywell, er, Alissa." I said. 

For a moment, Mrs. Honeywell stared up at me, shocked that she had been too subtle. She stood and came around the coffee table towards me. "Do you need to go already? The bottle is not empty yet. It is bad luck not to finish a bottle once it is opened." 

She stood close to me. "I better go. You looked like you were heading out for the evening." I reached out to hug her. Her arm slipped around my back and the other around my neck and she pulled me close, nuzzling my chest with her huge tits. I was hard immediately. I placed my hands on the ribs of her back and patted her. But then I felt her lips on the side of my neck. Her hands pulled harder at me and her lips nipped at my neck in a decidedly more-than-friendly type kiss. A thrill ran through my body, paralleled by the knowledge that she was indeed volunteering herself for my use. I had to be careful and not scare her away. 

I pulled back, but her long arms dangled on me, not holding but not pulling away from me either. "Mrs. Honeywell, I really appreciate you listening to me. This is not the sort of thing I can discuss at home."

"No, of course not." Mrs. Honeywell's voice was hoarse. She swallowed. Her eyes were gazing at my face and suddenly she leaned forward and pressed her large lips to mine. Her body clasped against me like a wet blanket. Her mouth was open and her tongue quested along my closed lips, touching and teasing, inviting and pleasing. I dropped a hand to her waist and pushed against her, separating us a little. Her mouth remained on mine and she moaned, trying to press herself against me. I relented and moved my hand to her hip while the other opened on her shoulder blade allowing me to pull her closer. I crushed her against my chest and I opened my mouth to kiss her deeply. Her head sloughed to the side and though we were about the same height, she ended up cradled in my arm while I kissed down on her mouth, clasping her tightly to my body. 

I broke the kiss and helped her stand up again. "I am sorry, Mrs. Honeywell, if you did not want . . . if you meant . . . if I did not . . . Perhaps I should go?" I asked. 

Mrs. Honeywell laid a hand on the side of my cheek, caressing it. "Sweet, sensitive Sonny. Be sure that I wanted you to kiss me." She leaned into me and kissed me again, her hands laying lightly on my chest and shoulder. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue flicked at me. I returned her kiss, placing both hands on her hips and tugging her against me. She melted against me. To make sure of the situation, I moved my hands down to her ass and clasped it, squeezing her cheeks. Mrs. Honeywell grunted in my mouth. Then she pulled back and gazed into my eyes. 

"I think you may have found that married woman who is willing to help you out." She spoke with a slight lilt and then she was laughing, dropping her forehead against my chest. "Oh Sonny, you do not know how many times I have wanted to kiss you. You are such a desirable man! I always felt so ashamed when you would come around and my pussy would get wet just seeing you. When you take off your shirt, I feel faint!" 

My hands began to rub her ass and she went silent which had not been my intention. 

She looked up at me again. "God, kiss me again!" She breathed. 

I did. Her head tilted so our lips meshed perfectly and our tongues tangoed and tangled. I squeezed her ass. 

She broke the kiss again. "Fuck I love your hands on my ass, Sonny! Oh god, I want you so bad. Am I terrible?"

I grinned. "You are just helping me out, Mrs. Honeywell." I moved my hands up to the back of her dress. It was rough, harsh under my hands. I wanted it off. "You are being generous, Mrs. Honeywell." I said, fingering the hook and zipper. I smiled. 

Mrs. Honeywell was staring at me as I unzipped her dress. She gasped when my fingertips brushed her cool black flesh. "Call me, Alissa, Sonny." She breathed, her eyes half closed. Then she pressed against me again, her huge breasts between us, communicating her panting passion to me in concert with her lips locking onto mine. She pulled at my lower lip with her lips and sucked on it, watching me while she did. I found her bra and released it, with some difficulty. Alissa's eyes widened a bit then closed as she sank back into our kiss, mouth wide open. We stood kissing, pressing our bodies together for several minutes, sharing the deep kiss. She shuddered and pulled back. 

My hands had been idle, clasped against her bare shoulder blades, holding her dress up. 

"I want you, Sonny! Am I a horrible woman to want my son's best friend?" 

I shook my head. Sammy had been dead on, his mom did want me. She was going to have me too! "Alissa," I said slowly. "Tell me your best fantasy about us." Oh, my god I was inspired! 

Her eyes lit up like I was offering her mink panties. 

"This, kissing. You undress me in the bedroom." She giggled. "I guess I never thought about how we got there. I dreamed of kissing you, right here and the next thing was always lying on my back, staring at your hard cock as you get between my legs." Her eyes widen. "Oh. I am bound to the bed, my arms over my head as I watch you undress!" She spoke in a surprised voice. She started to say something else but I kissed her first. She melted into me again but this time I felt her loose bra between us, folding around her tits as it sagged away from them. When we separated this time, Mrs. Honeywell was panting. 

I took hold of her shoulders and turned her so her ass pressed against my very, very hard cock. I was the luckiest fuck in the world! She arched her back, pressing that gorgeous ass into my cock. I touched my lips to her long, black neck and kissed her. Alissa groaned, a loud groan, with feeling. She squirmed in my arms. I kissed her again and she groaned again. I kissed up her neck, moving her hair out of the way with my nose, till I touched her ear. When my tongue snaked out and pierced her ear, she shuddered. 

"Oh my loving Christ! She muttered. "I love having my ears kissed and sucked." 

"I am going to suck something else, Mrs. Honeywell." I whispered. Her head tilted and I kissed at her ear. My hands, meanwhile, eased the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. It was a single piece outfit that came to her mid-thigh. Mrs. Honeywell was an attorney and knew the value of sex appeal in business and law and she used it. Her hands were laying on mine as I pulled the dress down. Then her arms straightened and I pulled the sleeves off her arms. The bra dropped and dress and bra fell to the floor. My eyes were closed but I wanted to stare at her beautiful breasts. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 04



Alissa placed her hands on the backs of mine and moved them both to her breasts. I inserted the point of my tongue into her ear at the same time she pressed my hands over her huge tits. She gasped and hissed and muttered, "fuck, yes! Oh god, yes! I do not care how you get me back to the bed, just take me to bed, dear, beautiful, sexy Sonny! You gorgeous fucking man!" 

Her ass was now covered by nothing, bare against me. Mrs. Honeywell went commando to work! I thought. No, I was wrong. I smelled perfume, she smelled clean and fresh, not like she had just arrived from work. She was getting ready to go out when I arrived. She was going hunting, commando. She found me! I massaged her tits, her hands moved with my hands, directing them but not moving them, following them, inviting them, demanding them to touch her body. Her head fell over onto my shoulder. 

"I cannot stand it! My body is on fire. I am so wet. Touch me, feel my pussy weeping for you!" Her hand moved one of my hands to her crotch where I found her bare skin, slightly nubby. She pressed my hand lower and lower till she stiffened as my rough palm grazed over her clit. She pressed my hand against her pussy, shoving a finger inside of her with one of her fingers. She was very, very wet. Alissa groaned, "Oh fucking god! You are going to fuck me, right? You are not going to leave me here panting and run off to your other lover? You have to fuck me, please say you will fuck me!" She seemed to chant the words, like she was reciting something she loved. 

I stopped kissing her ear. "Alissssssaaaah," I hissed directly into her ear. "I am going to lay you on your back. I am going to part your legs. I am going to get between your knees. I am going to insert my cock into your cunt and I am going to fuck you till you scream!" I enveloped her ear and sucked on it. 

Alissa screamed and shuddered, pressing one hand to her soft breast and the other against her watery crotch. She pressed my finger deeper in her and I moved it, she jerked and jerked and then she sagged against me with a cry, "coooommmmiinnnnggg! Oh, oh, oh, oh goooooddd!" She squealed and as she came, her hands grasped me like she would fall without my support which she very likely would have. Her legs wavered and I had to move my hand to lock around her waist to hold her up. She went completely limp against me. 

I kissed down her neck, opening my eyes to look down her body at her wonderfully huge breasts. They were magnificent, even from this perspective, tall, proud and black. I took firm hold of her with one arm and ran the other hand up to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She twitched and stood up. She stepped away and looked at me like I had green hair. She weaved like she was drunk. 

"I have never come like that before! God, what you do to me, Sonny! I always imagined that you would make me come like a rocket but it is amazing to find that you actually can!" For a minute I was concerned, worried that these women would all love me so much none of them would want to fuck my buddies. I chuckled, if that was a problem, it was one of the best I could think of to suffer with. I moved into her arms again and kissed her lips. Then I kissed her neck and shoulders and then lower to her breasts. I kissed the slopes of her tits and then found each nipple and sucked it. Alissa had one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder. Her body swayed as I sucked at her breast. She shuddered and squeaked. She pulled me up to her lips and then shuddered against me. I grasped her by the ass and her arms looped around my neck, she kissed me and leaned against me. 

"You are mine, now, Alissa." I said. "I am going to fuck you now. Go get on the bed." 

She pulled away from me and stared for a moment. "Yours?" She said, hesitantly. 

I nodded. "You are my woman. I am going to take you. Go get on the bed." I hoped I was not getting impatient. 

Alissa stared at me for a moment and then nodded and walked away from me, naked. I watched her for a moment before I could get my own feet to move, staring at her fluid ass switching back and forth with each stride. I scooped up her clothes and followed her to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked to the bed and turned on the light. It provided the room with a nice soft glow. "How do you want me?" She said in a low, even voice. 

I heard that I had made a mistake. I placed her clothing on the chair and sat down on the bed. I pulled her close and began to suck on a nipple. I changed to the other and back again several times before she sighed and arched her chest at me. Her hands rose and she grasped my shoulders. I pulled back and she looked into my eyes. "You do not want to be mine?" I asked. 

Her head shook and my heart sank. "Not that. I do not want anyone to own me. My husband tried that and ruined our marriage. Now he fucks whoever he can and I do without and we both suffer." The mention of her husband wilted my boner a little. 

"Would you rather he be here fucking you?" I said. On one hand, it may seem like a stupid thing to say. On the other, I had to be able to bend her over a chair and fuck her while her son watched and that would take some doing. I could not afford to avoid sensitive issues. 

"Oh, no!" Alissa said, leaning in to kiss me. "I was just surprised." 

"Not part of your fantasy?" I said. 

She smiled and shook her head. "I guess not." 

I stood up, stroking my hands over her hips and ass, up her shoulders and breasts. Her eyes fluttered and closed. "Lay down, my beautiful, beautiful girl. I am going to fuck you now." For a moment, Alissa stared into my eyes while my hands roamed, not moving her, just brushing her skin. I grasped her breasts and formed my hands around them, stroking them out from her chest to the nipples with my whole hand. 

Mrs. Honeywell groaned and closed her eyes. Then she nodded, kissed me on the lips and stroked my cock with one hand. "Take me." She whispered. She sat on the bed and lay down, moving to the middle. 

I regarded her and realized something was missing. "What can I tie you with? I am sorry I am a bit unprepared."

At that moment, I heard my phone ring from the other room. I walked into the other room and answered it wondering if my mother was calling for cock. "Sonny?" It was mom. "Did you go to the game?" 

I was about to say no, if I had, things would have turned out much differently. "Uh huh." I grunted. I hated lying to her. My heart was in my throat. 

"When will you be home do you think?"

I thought about it and wondered what I should do? "Late. I'll play it by ear." 

"Okay." She said and hung up. I thought that was really odd. I walked back into the bedroom to find Alissa stretched out on her bed, her arms extended over her head, cuffed with fuzzy cuffs to the headboard. She smiled at me. I closed the door. 

"Fantasy time. You undress after finding me shackled to my own bed. I am horrified that you see me naked and helpless, shocked that you take off your clothes, knowing that your intention is to fuck me. I am too afraid to speak, but too excited to object and too eager to scream, knowing that I will scream eventually." Mrs. Honey spoke from the bed, staring at me. 

I began to undress as she talked, standing at the foot of the bed, staring up the length of her naked body. Mrs. Honeywell stared down her naked body at me. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, running my hands over my bare chest. I shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Mrs. Honeywell, you seem to be in a bit of a jam." I unbuckled my belt. 

Alissa stared then shook her head. "Ah, hi Sonny. Sammy is not here. What are you doing? Why are you taking off your pants? Is that your big, hard cock?"

I opened my pants and my cock arched underneath my underwear. "Sure, Mrs. Honeywell, that is my cock." I rubbed it with one hand, running a thumb down its curved length.

"What are you going to do with it, Sonny? Why are you taking off your clothes?"

I about asked why she was laying naked on her bed shackled to the headboard but 'why' questions are either so obvious one shouldn't ask them or so complex they should not be asked when a guy has a naked woman panting for his cock right in front of him. I thought of a different question.

"How long has it been since you fucked a real man, Mrs. Honeywell?" Great question! I dropped my trousers. But I had forgotten to take off my shoes. James Bond I am not. 

Alissa blinked. "Six weeks." She said. 

"Reaaaally! Who did you fuck?" I pulled up my pants and untied my shoes so I could kick them off. 

Alissa turned her head away from me, nuzzling her cuffed arm. "An associate, an intern at work. He is a college junior."

I was surprised but then again, maybe she was playing. Either way, the game was fun and the tussle over who got to ask the questions was over. I won. "And did you come, Mrs. Honeywell?"

She nodded. 

"I asked you a question. You have to answer."

"Yes. I came when he entered me." 

"Did you suck his cock first?" 

She nodded again. 

I moved to the bed and knelt on it. I grasped her by the jaw and twisted her face to me. "I asked you a question, Mrs. Honeywell. Did you suck his cock first?"

"Yes."

"Did he come in your mouth?"

"Yes. I swallowed his come. I got so hot when he entered me, I came right away." Alissa licked her lips. 

"Then what happened?"

"After I came, after he entered me?" 

Her eyes were searching my face, seeking approval. I smiled. "No, after you sucked his cock. What did you do next?"

"I lay down on the conference table and he ate me."

"Ate you? What do you mean?" 

"He, ah, he kissed my cunt, licked my pussy, sucked on my clit." 

"And did that make you come, Mrs. Honeywell?"

She shook her head then remembered to speak. "No. No. He did not do it long enough. He got up and dropped his pants and put his cock in me."

"And you came immediately?" 

She nodded. "Yes. I came immediately, when his cock slipped inside my cunt I started to come."

"Then what happened, Mrs. Honeywell?" My throat was going dry. My cock twitched and her eyes flicked down to it. 

"He kept fucking me till he came." 

"How long was that?"

She closed her eyes. "Maybe a couple minutes. Maybe. He came fast. I did not come again." 

"And?"

"He left. He left me lying on the table panting for cock, goddamn him." 

"Did you fire him?"

"No. Not yet."

I leaned over the woman, putting my face very, very close to her face, so close her eyes could not fix on my eyes and kept jerking back and forth. "Mrs. Honeywell, are you lying to me? Did you really fuck a guy at your office?" My voice was chiding. Great question, though.

"Oh yes, Sonny. He fucked me. I needed sex then. I would have fucked you gladly if I could have. I have wanted you to fuck me for years." 

What a sweet thing to say. I crawled fully onto the bed and straddle her hips with my bare legs. My cock twitched. Alissa stared down between her huge tits at my twitching, covered cock. Then she looked back up at me. "How do you get out of those cuffs? Is there a key?" I asked.

"No. There is a safety catch." 

"Show me." She did and her arms were released. The cuffs were broad, solid with long, brown-black fur covering them except where the chain hooked to them. On each there was a little catch like what you find on jewelry, when you moved it, the cuff opened. The chain between them was about two feet long. I took the loose cuff and looped it through the metal lattice of the headboard so that her arm was far to the side. I ran the chain along the outside to a point about 18 inches from the first and put the cuff through. I glanced down. Alissa was paying me no mind, that is, not to what I was doing with my hands. She stared at my erect cock, or the shape of it in my underwear. I grasped her free hand and pulled it to the other cuff and shut it on her wrist. Now she looked up at her hands. 

I scooted down her body and kissed a nipple and then the other one. I licked both and then sucked both. I kissed around her breasts and sucked her nipples till finally she gasped and grunted. I nipped the nipple I had in my mouth at that moment and she squeaked, her hips jumped under me. I released the nipple and leaned over her. I kissed her while she watched me. Her lips melded with mine but her eyes remained open. I pulled back. "Mrs. Honeywell, you are now helpless, aren't you? You cannot escape from those cuffs unless I release you, right?"

"Yes." She hissed. 

"Have you ever been helpless like this before?" I asked. 

She shook her head, then remembered to speak, "No. Never."

"How does it feel? Being helpless?"

"Touch me and you'll know." Mrs. Honeywell hissed. 

I almost fell for that. I almost reached around behind me and fingered her but when I hesitated, she hunched her hips at me and I knew enough not to. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips but lightly. I slithered off her body and stretched beside her. I began to rub her belly and stroke her breasts, very lightly, very gently. Her skin began to pucker and her nipples rose up. I was on the right track. 

"Mrs. Honeywell, I am going to put my cock in you in a moment. Is there anything else you want to tell me? For example is there something that really arouses you? Really turns you on which you would like me to know about, while you are so completely helpless like this?" 

She turned her head to look at me. She nodded, very, very slowly. "Yes, Sonny. There is something else that I fantasize about."

"And what is that, Alissa? What do you fantasize about?"

She closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs together while her torso squirmed. Her arms were held wide above her head. "I dream about having my ass whipped with a belt and then being fucked on my back." She said quietly. "I want a hot ass while I am being fucked." She opened her eyes and stared at me. 

"While you are bound?" I asked, my heart pounding in my head. 

She closed her eyes then nodded. "That would be great. Oh, yesssssss, that would be wonderful."

I made a decision right then. Much as I wanted to accommodate her, too many fantasies at once make them blur together. I rolled off the bed and stood beside her. "Alissa, I am going to pull down my underwear now. When I am done, I am going to put my cock into your body. Are you ready?"

Her eyes burned as she stared at my covered dick. She nodded. She kept nodding finally adding words, "Oh, yes, Sonny. I am so ready for you to put your cock into me." 

I began to ease my underwear off my hips. My ass wiggled around. It was like being two different people. My head and hands wanted to tease the shackled woman on the bed while my cock and ass wanted to fuck her. We would compromise. 

"Do you want to see my cock?"

She nodded. "Yes. Oh, yes, Sonny. Your cock looks so big and strong and ready to be inside me!"

I lifted the top of the underwear over the head of my penis, looking down at it and then pulled the cloth low enough so she could see it. Alissa hissed approval. I took hold of the bottom of my briefs and slowly pulled them down my body, revealing my cock a little at a time. Alissa craned her head closer, pulling at the restraints to get her eyes closer to my cock. When my jockeys cleared the cock and then slipped over my balls, Alissa groaned. 

"Fuck I love cock!" She said. 

What a sweet thing to say, thought. I let the underpants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Alissa, my dear, in a while you are going to get all the cocks you can handle and then some, I thought. I had no idea, even then. 

Alissa spread her legs and popped her ass up in the air, staring at me. I turned away from her and went into the bathroom for a drink of water. "Do you want a drink of water, Mrs. Honeywell?" I asked. 

"No." She said hoarsely, then changed her mind, "yes, please." I filled the glass and held it to her lips to drink. Water dribbled down her face to her neck and onto the sheets. I set the half empty glass on the end table and put a knee on the bed, just even with her tits. I swung a leg over her body, presenting her with my cock, right before her face, her breasts cuddled against each leg. 

"I would like you to suck my cock and swallow me when I come. Then, Mrs. Honeywell, I thought I would eat you till you come and then fuck you till we quit. How does that sound?"

In answer, she arched her neck and kissed the end of my cock, sucking at it. 

I was so close to coming I thought I would blast off right then. I pulled back and she looked up at me, hunger in her eyes, her lips working like she was talking or sucking at a nipple herself. Her tongue came out and licked her full, glistening lips. 

"Oh sweet Jesus!" She breathed. 

I shuffled forwards and offered her my cock again, unsure if it would last more than two seconds. Alissa's mouth made a perfect oval and she kissed the head of my cock. I lurched at her and the head passed into her mouth. She sucked on it and I moved forward, leaning over her while she accepted more of my steely hard cock into her watering mouth. I felt her hips buck behind me, bouncing us both. I grabbed hold of the headboard near her hands and she grasped my wrists. She sucked my cock, tilting her head this way and that but she could not get the right angle to get it clear down her throat. I think we were both disappointed. She grunted and began to suck, hard. 

The orgasm hit me like hurricane. My hips jerked and I was coming into her mouth. She swallowed and gulped and gurgled a time or two. If I had not been firmly hooked to the headboard I would have collapsed. There would have been injuries. Alissa sucked on my cock and I came and came, my eyes tightly closed, teeth clinched, concentrating on keeping my hips from bucking too violently. When it was over, I pulled away, staggering on my knees, putting my hands to both sides of her head. She looked up at me with come running down both cheeks. Her tongue licked at it but could not reach it all. I used a finger and helped her, staring into her eyes. She sucked it off my finger, then I bent and kissed her hard on her cock smeared lips. She kept her eyes open for a moment then closed them, kissing me back, lips, mouth and tongue. I broke the kiss, my senses still reeling and lay down beside her. I caressed her breasts and nipples, marveling at the feel of her soft skin and the firm pliant mounds of flesh I loved so much. Beside me, Alissa crooned and hummed as I caressed her. 

After several minutes of this, I sat up. "Pussy time." I mumbled. Alissa immediately opened her legs. I retrieved a pillow and stuck it under her ass. I sat between her arched legs, arms resting on her knees. Mrs. Honeywell studied me, licking her lips and humping her pussy at me from time to time while I stared at her. My cock began to harden as I gazed down at her glistening gash. I leaned over and breathed on it and glanced up her body. Alissa's head was turned completely to one side and her ass was arched up towards me. I looked at the clock. It was nine o'clock. The football game would be in about the third quarter. We had plenty of time. 

I crouched over Alissa's pussy and blew on it. She grunted and wheezed. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the outside of one of her pussy lips, labia. I thought she was gagging. She grunted and when I looked up her body from her pussy, her stomach was rocking like a stormy ocean and her tits were quaking. Her head snapped to the other side and then back again. Her arms were pulling hard on the chain. It clinked on the metal headboard as her arms moved. I licked down the other side of her passion pit and her hips surged up and her pussy smashed into my mouth and face. It was like a kiss from a drunk girl, sloppy and wet. Since my cock was fully hard now, I figured it made no sense to wait any longer. I dived in, tongue first. I speared my tongue deep into her boiling cunt. I got pussy smacked again, snapping my head back. Leaving wild pussy unrestrained was proving dangerous. I moved down the bed, dangling off the end sort of sideways to avoid the footer, I looped my arms around her lush legs and pulled them apart. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 04



My hands lay along each leg just below her pussy and with this hold I hoped to control the bucking cunt below my mouth. I licked her again and she bucked at me again but this time I held on. Much safer! I kissed higher, searching for her clit and when I found it, the woman began to come. Or at least that is what she was screaming. I planted my mouth over the area and began to suck, struggling to hold onto her while the orgasm wracked her marvelous, sensuous body. When she calmed, I withdrew the pressure from her clit and licked her cunt again and she grunted again. I barely kept her legs from crushing my head like a melon. I stopped to listen for a minute and heard her chanting. It took me a moment to decipher her passion engorged English but then it was clear. She had mastered two simple ideas. 

"Cock. Cock. Cock." She chanted then switched to a hurried, slurred version of "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Instead, I began to lap at her pussy with my tongue. I kept at it, up and down, left side, right side, till her voice faded and Mrs. Honeywell lay before me moaning. I speared my tongue between her pussy lips and she cried out, with a good, positive affirmation. Her hips bucked. I reached as far into her seething body as I could with my tongue, tensing and holding her still while the rest of her body jerked above me. I put a hand over her pussy and pressed, my thumb searched for her nubbin. When I touched it, Alissa's body stiffened with a jolt, tiny vibrations traveled out of her pelvis and up to her craning neck and grimacing face. 

"Aaaauuuggggghhhh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!" She grunted, popping her pussy at my invading tongue over and over, bending my nose on her pubic bone. I withdrew my tongue and her body relaxed back onto the bed. I gave her pussy one last lick and moved up her body. Alissa's head snapped to center, rising to look down her body at me. 

"Here I come, woman. I am going to put my cock into your body again." I said in a steady, normal voice. 

Alissa dropped her head back to the bed and arched her body. "GOD, yesssss! Fuck me, oh, please fuck me. I want your cock, Sonny. Please put it in my pussy. Penetrate me! Pin me. Pin me to the bed!"

I took the hint and pulled the pillow from under her ass. What an ass, this woman had! Her knees rose and she arched her body again, hitting me in the stomach with her pussy this time. I grasped one breast and lowered my mouth towards her nipple. "If you like being spanked, you might like this." I whispered. Then I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth and bit down on it with my front teeth. Alissa thrashed under me, her hips pounded up at me, kissing me with her gushing pussy. I moved to the other nipple, grasping it with both hands well-balanced on my elbows. I hesitated and she held completely still, even holding her breath as I blew air onto her nipple. Then I kissed, sucked and bit her as before. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed. Her legs wrapped around me and her hips jerked over and over and over. "I am commminnnninggg!" Mrs. Honeywell screeched. "Oh god, I cannot believe it I am coming again, some more!" I bit down on her nipple harder this time and she screamed louder, shuddering, bucking at me over and over again. Her voice gurgled and ended, slewing into a gasping pant. Her body heaved and her legs released me and she fell back to the bed, her arms hanging lank over her head. 

Alissa craned her head around unsteadily to look at me. "Jesus, Sonny, the things you do to me! I thought I would like fucking you but I had no idea! My god, what you do to me!" I grinned and kissed her. 

I moved up, found her pussy with my cock and entered her. I slid completely into her, balls deep the first time. Then her pussy realized what was happening and seized and squeezed. Her knees lifted and she jerked at the chains. She wanted to grasp her knees and pull them higher. Being the gentleman that I am, I helped. I sat back, prick still lodged in her body, hooked her knees with my arms and leaned forward, bending this gorgeous woman double and sinking my cock back into her seething depths. She grunted, looking up at me from between her legs, her eyes were wild, darting, shining. I bent and kissed her on the lips but she shook her head. I pulled back and plunged my cock into her exposed, helpless pussy. 

"Fuck me. Harder! Faster!" Alissa grunted, tossing her head side to side as she spoke. 

I obliged. Slowly I drew back and then slammed my cock back into her tense body. Over and over again, my body slapped against the platform formed by her thighs and ass and pussy. My cock knifed into her over and over again, sinking impossibly deep into her over and over again. She was shaking her head now, grunting and moaning, 'Fuck me' and 'Deeper' and 'yes, yes, yes!' I moved her knees to my shoulders and grabbed hold of the head board and began to really pound into her. I gritted my teeth and hammered her as hard as I possibly could, as fast as my little white ass would move. Mrs. Honeywell took everything I had to offer. She could not move at all in that position, nothing but her head which flapped back and forth till her face was covered with her wild black hair. She blew a time or two to get it away from her mouth but then orgasm hit and she was bucking and jerking at me, her legs strained against my weight while her head pressed down on the mattress, trying to arch her body. I settled my cock into her slit and it rippled around me, squeezing and sucking at me like a cock hungry mouth. I released her legs and they wrapped around my body. They squeezed me and her cunt jumped off the bed, trying to envelope me completely. Then the storm passed and she dropped back to the bed, her legs flopping to the side. She stared up at the ceiling, blowing, wheezing and gasping. 

"Jesus, Sonny. My god! Yes. Yours." She gasped.

I lay down on her, holding my weight off her chest with my arms while she regained her breath. As soon as she looked at me, I pulled out and slammed my cock into her again. I felt the first hint of my own orgasm, the peak was near. Alissa's eyes closed and her whole body arched to take the stroke. I pulled back and she dropped down. When I fell into her she arched again, crushing us together with such force I could feel her pubic bone bumping mine. We found a luscious rhythm and we fucked each other with whole, complete strokes. I felt my orgasm approach. I lay down on her and grabbed her luxurious ass, pulling her more completely onto the pike of my cock. She screamed and I picked up speed. She shouted and I was coming in her. Her legs wound around me and then she was coming again. I was so jealous. She bucked and screamed and hunched her body while I dumped load after load of cum deep into her quaking body. I felt her trying to hug me with her arms and looked up at her. There was a wild look there. 

"God, Sonny. I have never been fucked like that before. My god, you fuck me good! Oh, Christ, I am yours now! Like you said. I am your woman, I will fuck you if you want me anytime, anyplace! I am yours!" 

I wondered who she had been talking to. But then I heard something else which sent a terrible cold shiver up my spine. I heard the front door opening. I looked frantically at the clock. Ten o'clock. Sammy should not be here yet but then I heard his voice.

"Mom? Mom? I'm home!" The door slammed. 

Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell looked positively sick. For moment I thought about letting him catch us but my mother was still running loose in the great pussy wild. I could not risk it. Besides, it felt sort of fun to be scared of getting caught. 

"Release me! Quick!" She hissed. 

I lifted up and then looked down at her beautiful face. I wanted to kiss her but instead I just grinned. 

"Sonnnnny!" She hissed. "Release me! Now!" 

I did. I wanted to be ornery but I could save that for another time. I released both cuffs at the same time. Mrs. Honeywell was up and off the bed, spraying Glade before I even stood up. "In the bathroom, quick." She whispered. I heard Sammy in the hall. I snatched all my clothing and tossed a robe to Alissa and stepped into the bathroom just as Sammy knocked on the bedroom door.

"Mom? You there? I saw the wine glasses. Did you have company?"

Mrs. Honeywell stared. I mouthed, 'my mother' to her. She nodded, "Yes, Cici Duncan dropped by. Honey, I am going to take a shower and I'll be right down." 

"Ok, I'll take one after you are done." He went down the hall, opened his door and closed it. 

Much as I liked the idea of fucking Mrs. Honeywell in the shower while her son was in the house, I felt it was better to split while I had the chance. I finished dressing. Mrs. Honeywell stood watching me, clutching the robe about her great breasts. I could not help but stare and when she caught me, she smiled. I knew things would be okay. 

"I better run." I whispered. Alissa nodded. I stood up, clasped her by the arms and kissed her, hard on the lips. Then I left her, sneaking out the back door, out the backyard gate to the alley and down to my mom's car at the park. I drove slowly home, my whole body was alive with post coital shivers. I had fucked Mrs. Honeywell. I fucked her and made her scream and plead for more. God, I was three for three! What more could a guy ask for. I was about to find out.

Our house was dark when I rolled up in front of it. I always came up quietly, with lights off, car in neutral. I crept out of the car, latching the door softly. I had caught two of my sisters with their legs in the air that way and it had become a habit. Only Tawny had escaped the all-seeing eye of my little Minolta. The front door was open, which struck me as odd. I opened it, quiet as a mouse and stole inside. The lower floor of the house was dark but the bathroom light by the stairs was on upstairs. Then I heard it. It was unmistakable. A woman's voice crying out in ecstasy. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh yessss, I am commmmmmiiiinnnng!" She screamed in a voice that was unrecognizable. 

I was poleaxed. Who was fucking my mother? Who got there first? I thought of Sammy, arriving home early and wondered what the fuck was happening. Someone was playing the game behind my back? I felt a surge of unaccountable anger flood through me. I suppressed it. Except for Brent, I had fucked everyone else's mother. What right did I have to bitch if they fucked mine? It would just make getting her knickers down that much easier. I crept up the stairs, avoiding the fourth from the top because it squeaked. Keeping in the shadow, I moved down the hall towards my mother's room. There was a light on. Only when I got to the top of the stairs did it occur to me that my mother was not the only fuckable female in the house but finding the light on in mom's room certainly suggested she was the voice praising Venus a moment ago. 

I knew a light was on in mother's room because the door was not closed. I approached the door when I heard a voice. 

"Oh, oh, oh, not again! Cooomminnnnggg!" 

I pushed the door open. If someone was coming, it was highly unlikely that anyone would notice me so I could peek safely. What I found stunned me. So stunned that I was seen and identified before I could manage to respond to what my eyes beheld. My sister Georgia was sitting against the headboard of my mother's bed. The unmistakable form of my mother, my naked mother was between her legs, feeding on my sister's pussy! Georgia was trying to come and get my attention at the same time. Her hand waved at me, a spasmodic flutter of her fingers. 

Georgia is an attractive looking redhead, the faded, almost orange, frizzy hair that goes with perfectly white skin and galaxies of freckles. And breasts, big breasts which I could clearly see, shaking as she hunched her ass at my mother's face. 

"Fuck my face!" Georgia said. "Fuck my face!" She said again. Then closed her eyes and slouched lower on the bed, shoving her hips at my mother's face. Her words made no sense to me. Georgia opened her blue eyes and gestured at me to come closer. I did, taking slow step after slow step till I was staring down at my mother's naked, crouching form from the foot of her bed, her head held in place with one of Georgia's freckled hands. I will not lie, my cock was hard. My mother was completely naked, her huge breasts wagging like sheep's tails as she sucked at Georgia's cunt crouching between those splayed white legs. Georgia, for her part continued to wave me closer till I was within reach of her one hand. She immediately and vainly tried to get my zipper down. But each time she thought she was about there, a fresh wave of ecstasy would wrack her and she would stiffen and jerk, flinging her head to the side. When her eyes refocused, she would look at me and her hand would rise up again, flapping against my hard cock. 

"Cock." Georgia managed to wheeze. Mom tried to lift her head but Georgia shoved it back into place, into the blind alley where she could not see or hear anything. "Cock." Georgia said again, pawing the front of my pants. 

Numb, I did what she wanted. I opened my pants and her hand pulled them down, a finger hooked in the briefs and pulled them out and down, revealing my stiff cock. With incredible flexibility, she kept her ass on the bed and leaned over, pulled me closer and engulfed my cock in her mouth, taking it completely into her throat in a single motion. 

After all this time, after seeing Georgia on her back, after doing everything I could to see her naked in the shower, there I stood with my cock shoved completely into her throat. She was accomplished at the whole blow job thing. And she liked it, she liked it so much she began using both hands on me. I did not mind. I was weaving in place and would have fallen over if I had not balanced myself using her back and the headboard.

"Sonny! Georgia! What do you think you are doing?" Mom's voice pierced the grunting silence. 

We both reacted like the children we were, her children. Georgia gulped, gagged and pulled her mouth off my cock. I staggered back but finding my pants around my ankles could only shuffle since the other alternative was to fall on my ass. 

"I am sucking his cock, mother. And guess what? It tastes like pussy! I think baby brother has been out catting around." Georgia grinned, then regained her hold on the back of Mom's head. "You are not finished, Mom. Keep eating. It is my turn after all. I did you good now you have to do me."

"But, but, bllluummmpthhh!" Mom's next word was garbled by pussy as her mouth was pressed down into Georgia's cunt. I knew that Georgia, in her state, could not force my mother to do that. Mom was complicit in the scene before me, fully complicit.  

"Fuck her!" Georgia hissed. With her one free hand, she pointed at Mom's wagging ass. "Fuck her. She needs cock! Something has her so horny I thought she was going to kill me when she came on my face while ago." Then Georgia gulped and tensed, her hips jerked and both hands were directing my mother's face against her pussy and clit. She gleeped and squeaked. Her head snapped back, banging against the headboard and her mouth opened. "Oh fuck, yes. Fuck yes. Right there, mommy, right there." Her head lulled toward me, she was apparently unable to hold it upright any longer. "Fuck her, Sonny. Give her your cock. She has been aching for it for years. Now is the timmmmmeee, commminnnng!" Georgia flapped her ass at Mom but Mom held on, growling and slurping the whole time. 

I woke up. The time was now. I tore off my clothes, thankful that Sammy arrived when he did. What timing! I was naked and on the bed while Georgia was still wailing. It must have been a good one because her whole body was shaking and bucking. She lost her hold on mother's head and neither of them seemed to notice or mind. Mom kept eating and Georgia kept coming.

When I got onto the bed, Mom lifted her head but then returned to her activity between my sister's pale white legs. Mom's knees were spread wide, with her feet splayed behind her, leaving a nice place for me crawl into. I did. I knelt behind my mother, my hard cock bobbing before me. I could see the sheen of cum on my mother's inner thighs. I placed a hand on her ass, her gorgeous, forty-two inch ass. Her head came up from Georgia's pussy.

"Sonny." She panted. "Sonny." Then she dove back in. I put my other hand on her other cheek and shuffled forward a bit. My mother groaned at my touch and her ass stopped its motions. I ran a finger down the crease of her ass, over her asshole and down to her now weeping pussy. 

Mom's head rose with a shriek, a wordless keening that ended with a grunt when I shoved a finger into her pussy. I was lucky. Without any exploration, I found her entrance and my finger slipped easily into my mother's body. 

"Oh sweet Mary and me!" Mom gasped. "Oh fucking Mary!" 

Georgia's beautiful blue eyes opened. Then they widened when she saw where I was. 

"Fuck her, Sonny, fuck her!" Georgia wheezed. One of her hands found mother's face and stroked it. Mom laid her face on Georgia's thigh. 

I touched Mom's bulging pussy lips with the head of my cock. Mom jerked so hard the whole bed rocked. I pressed it against her and she pressed back at me. My cock head entered her. I pulled it back out.

"No, no, no." She grunted, her ass wagged and waved at me. My hands on her cheeks kept her way from my cock. 

"Say it, Mom." I said softly. "Say it."

She tried to lift her head without moving the rest of her body but could not. She dropped it back onto Georgia's perfectly white thigh. "Fuck me, Sonny. Put your beautiful cock into me!" Mom panted. "Fuck me, please!" 

I did. Mom wailed and screamed and came before I had a chance to bottom out. Her knees slipped on the bed and she went flat, losing my cock in the process. Her body twitched so hard, she rolled onto her back over Georgia's leg, her eyes clinched closed, her mouth open. But the pose she chose was on her back, her hands pulling at her knees but pulling them wide. She was asking to be fucked. I clambered over Georgia's leg and got between Mom's knees again. Her eyes opened when she felt me approach, then closed as my cock approached her seething, hairless pussy. I socketed the end in her and shoved. My mother convulsed, thrashing but not moving her pussy. I sank my cock balls deep into my mother. Lucky for me I had come a couple times already. The feeling of her body under me was unbelievable. I pulled back and pumped into her again. Still she shuddered with orgasm. I stroked her slowly for a while till she finally blew hard and dropped her legs. Then I bent over her and sank my cock into her again. Her thighs accommodated me. I touched my lips to hers. 

Her eyes opened and she looked at me, then she closed them and she kissed me back. Her mouth opened and her tongue found mine. Mom groaned and her body shivered again. I pulled back. 

"Oh sweet Mary, fuck me Sonny!" I kissed her lips and mouth again, only then thinking about her magnificent tits. I pulled away from her and found one breast, kissing over it, though it was damp from her exertions. I found her nipple and sucked it again, the first time in many, many years. Mom grunted, packing her pussy against my impacted cock, pounding up at me with her ass over and over again. I found the other nipple and she screamed, coming again. Her whole body shook, her arms waggled like she was being shocked with electricity. Her head lulled to one side and I bent over her thrashing body and fastened onto her neck. I sucked and bit and kissed, raising a huge bruise, a love bite, a hickey on her neck. I wanted to be sure this was not a deniable dream. 

I slowed my pumping into her pussy. She calmed, panting which I thought was excitement till she asked me to lift up. I was crushing her. I struggled to my elbows and peered into her eyes. I saw love. She wiped my face with one of her hands, then used a sheet to swab the sweat from my brow. Then abruptly, as though only then recalling her presence, she glanced upwards at Georgia. "Fuck her, now." Mom said. "She needs cock as bad as I did. Fuck your sister, Sonny!" 




Making the MILF List Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Sharing Mom, Mrs. Wills and another

I slept till the house was quiet Saturday morning. Dalia and Tawny got home around midnight and roused me and they were up with Georgia around 9 and gone by 10. Around 11 I got up, pulled on running shorts and a tee and padded downstairs. As I passed through the living room, I could see my mother sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of joe. She glanced over and spied me. Knowing, it was a risk, I went right to her and kissed her on the lips, a long, lingering closed-mouth kiss. Her hand caressed my face and my cock stirred. 

I stood up, gazing down at her. Her breasts heaved under her robe. I stared at the large hickey on the side of her neck and wondered if my sisters, my other two sisters had noticed it. She stared up at me for a moment before asking, "Are you hungry?" 

What a question? But something about her manner cautioned me. She was sober, not ebullient; preoccupied, not passionate. "Starved. What have we got?" I said, opting for the most mundane response though my cock was stirring. 

Mom set down her coffee and got up. "I'll fix you something. Sit down." It was a command and I obeyed, unwilling to challenge that right she still possessed. I realized at that moment, that this command was what we were going to ask our mother's to trade us, in exchange for becoming our sex goddesses. Interesting challenge. 

Mom fixed eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice. I ate heartily, trying to ignore my mother's scrutiny. I sat back, half sated. I met her eyes but said nothing. 

"We need to talk." Mom said softly. 

I felt the urge to ask about second thoughts, my first fear. Instead I just nodded. My mother's first words elated me.

"We must be smart about this." She said. 

I nodded and despite my initial caution, my cock hardened. I wanted her again. The need welled up inside me like a geyser, swelling and pressuring me. I resisted the urge to dominate her and take her on the table, a reoccurring theme with me, it seemed. 

"I want to tell you to leave Georgia alone." She grimaced. "I have tried that with her though, and you can see that has gotten me nowhere. She was so insistent last night and I thought you would not be home till midnight or so."

"What is going on with you two? I was totally surprised by . . . " 

Mother interrupted me with a raised hand. "I will tell you everything, eventually. Suffice to say that I have seduced all of my daughters."

I was floored, again. Mom fucked Tawny and Dalia, both? Too! My head filled with questions.

Mom looked at the table. "I want to tell you that we have to stop, to step back. But I can't. My god, Sonny, when you fucked me I came like I never remember coming. I woke early this morning and all I wanted to do was sneak into your room and suck your cock and mount you! And Georgia, she loved having you fuck her too. I could tell. After you left, she asked me if I thought you would do her again. I said you would, hoped you would. There is just no way I can imagine controlling this so the girls do not learn what is happening." My mother stared at the table. "So I think you should plan on moving out." 

I felt like I had been kicked in the chest. I felt rejected. It was worse than having her insist that we should not be doing it together and we had to quit. This suggested that she would do it with me but wanted to make it much more difficult. Worse, I could have her, but only on her terms. This was not going to work. I stared at the table where her finger was drawing invisible, nonsense pictures. My mind was numb but then the feeling returned which I had when Landon first talked about our MILFs; all or nothing. 

My mother reached across the table and laid a hand on mine. "I am sorry, honey! We cannot have a house with one cock and four pussies. You'll fuck them all. And we'll let you. God, it was so sexy having my two children naked with me in my bed. I loved watching you and Georgia last night. I was breathless and thrilled. Now I am breathless and scared. If you stay, you'll fuck Dalia and Tawny."

"Well you did. Why shouldn't I?" I could not restrain the bitter retort. I looked up to find my mother's sad eyes on me.

She nodded. "I know. I know. I have no right to lecture you but what happens if someone finds out? It might be fine with us but you know the rest of the world is not going to accept it. My worry is that I simply cannot resist you! I will not stop you. That is why I had sex with them but not you. I knew if you touched me I would be past caring about consequences." 

I pulled my hand away and stood up. I looked down on my mother. She stared up at me. "When are the girls coming back?" I said. 

My mother swallowed. "They will be gone all day. They plan to go to dinner and a movie after a day of shopping. I gave them money." The last sentence she whispered, her voice tapering off till the last word barely made a sound. It was an admission. She had me in the house to herself. She told me as much, insuring I knew the situation. She had cleaned the table before she sat down. My cock was hard. "So, I expect them sometime after 10 this evening." Mom whispered, her eyes full of guilt and anticipation.

I stood still, trying to think. I felt horrible but as a function of deep confusion struggling with passion, nothing else. I went to the sink and got a glass of water. I stood there, sorting through what raged in my mind. If I fucked her now, using her arrangement to my cock's advantage, she would establish her position as the one who decided when we fucked; how would follow and who would not be discussed again. That would never do. My cock wilted with that thought. I could not fuck her and maybe lose any chance of doing it all, everything we wanted. My cock positively shrank at that thought. Then it hit me, this was a MILF. I was about to bring her more cock than she ever had before, perhaps ever imagined though I had some reason to doubt that now. I turned back to her, finished the water and leaned on the sink. 

"Mom, stand up." I said. It was a test, to see if she would. She did. "I know you think you are doing what needs to be done. You have done that all your life, taking care of us. Take off the robe." 

My mother hesitated, then slowly pulled the sash loose and shrugged the robe from her shoulders. She wore only panties, her breasts were bare, tall and proud on her chest, her nipples were hard and erect. She waited.

"If you insist that I leave, this is your house and you can do that, I suppose, but if you do, know that I am going to fuck my sisters, all of them, whenever I please . . . IF and only IF they want me too. I will fuck you, if and only if you want me to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you now?" My heart thundered in my head. Mother stared at me, her hands dangling at her sides. Then she wiped her palms on her thighs, then moved them up to her sides and thence to her breasts. She rubbed her breasts and her head bowed and her eyes closed. Mother groaned. She wanted that to be her answer. 

I took two steps to stand before her, aching to touch her but needing her to agree to what was needed, what I needed to turn her over to my friends for her unparalleled pleasure. I put a finger under her chin and lifted it, her eyes automatically came open as her chin rose. "I asked you a question." I murmured. 

Her lips formed a small O as she exhaled. I held her chin up and her gaze. "I want you to fuck me." She said softly. 

"Is that a command?" I asked. 

Mom tried to shake her head but the pressure on her chin held her still. She spoke, "No. I want you to. I hope you will. Please. I am pleading with you. Please, Sonny, fuck me."

I put my other hand on her breast, massaging it for a moment before pinching the nipple. Mother moaned and then grunted, her eyes lidded. I was so tempted. My cock screamed for pussy, for her pussy. I knew if I spent the day inside my mother, my MILF cause would be seriously compromised. But I had an idea. 

"Take off your panties and lie down on the table, face down." I almost chucked, the table again.

Mother moaned. My hands did not leave her. She finally forced herself away from them, slipped her panties off her hips and moved to the table. She lay down on it, reaching back to her hips and pulling them apart. My mother's pussy pursed behind her. Her asshole beckoned. 

I pulled my shorts down, shuffled forward and touched the head of my cock against her pussy lips. I hissed, the feeling crashed through me. I was about to fuck my mother again. I pushed till my cock head penetrated her body. Mother exhaled. She shivered, then grunted and tried to move her body further onto my cock. But she had little leverage and there was only the movement from bending her knees. I grasped her hips and held her still. 

"Say it." I said softly. "Say it, Mother." To encourage her, I pushed an inch deeper into her boiling cunt. 

Her hips shuddered. Her hands released them. Mom moved her arms onto the table and used them to press back at me but I resisted the motion, shifting away from her while keeping my cock head tucked inside her. 

"Say it, mother. Say you want me to fuck you." 

She twisted on the table, trying to bend around to look at me but she was not Georgia. Such flexibility was no longer practical for her. She gave up and dropped flat on the table, panting with the effort. I could see her face, her cheek flat on the table. She closed her eyes. "Fuck me, Sonny. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. I want your cock inside of me right now. Please make me come, Sonny. I want you to fuck me!" She was not acting, passion infused each phrase. 

I withdrew my cock till it was just kissing her pussy lips and then slammed forward, thrusting into her body. I stopped about half a cock deep, pulled back and pumped again. I repeated the motion, three times before her pussy slicked enough. On the fourth stroke I slammed completely into her body.

"Oh, sweet Mary!" My mother moaned. "Oh god, fuck me!" 

Rooted in her pussy, I stopped all motion. I leaned over her, levering my cock tightly into her. "Mother, I want you to get up and call Mrs. Wills. Invite her over, and seduce her. IF she is here when I return, I will fuck you. I will fuck her. I will watch you eat her." And I withdrew from her body. I pulled my shorts up and stepped back. 

Mother turned and looked back at me, her face a mask of confusion, lust and frustration. "Where are you going? When will you be back?"

I ignored her. "Mrs. Wills, mother. Seduce her. Get her naked, like you had Georgia. Eat her pussy, like you ate Georgia. Keep her here till I return and we will fuck you together, the two of us." I as sure she thought she knew which two I referred to, but she didn't. 

For a moment, she stared at me then fell back onto the table. I went quickly to my room and dressed. When I walked through the living room towards the front door, I saw she was on the phone. I smiled, elated. 

Sitting in my car I called Brent. "Brent, we need to talk, are you home?" He was and I drove over to his house. Adrenaline pumped through me. I was still buzzing when I rang the doorbell. Mrs. Rossini opened the door. She wore a short tennis dress and tank top with an apron over it. 

"Hi, Sonny!" She grinned at me. "Brent is in his room. I am making cookies, will you have lunch with us?"

I looked Mrs. Rossini right in the tits and smiled. "Sure, Mrs. Rossini." I stepped past her, though she did not move back to allow room. I did not shrink from the contact, brushing my elbow across her breasts as I passed. I am going to fuck you, I thought. I trotted back to Brent's room and banged through the door, flopping on his bed. He was at the computer, I could see he was doing homework. 

"Hey Sonny, what's up?"

"I am here to fuck your mother." I panted. My cock was deflating but still active. 

Brent swung around, his jaw set, his eyes were tense and dark. "What?" He snapped.

"I am going to go into the kitchen and fuck your mother, in a minute, when I catch my breath." I repeated. I do not know what I expected but I did not expect him to start giggling. Brent was always so serious, a giggle from him was about as congruous as seeing an elephant doing a tap dance. He would smile once in a blue moon but never, ever giggled. He giggled now. 

"You did it? You really did it?" He nearly shouted. "Really? You would not shit a shitter, would you?"

I could not help but grin. "You have no idea, Brent, what my life has become!" 

He stifled himself and leaned over the back of the computer chair. "You really fucked your own mother? REALLY!" 

I nodded. 

Brent slapped his thigh and whooped. "Then we are a go! MILF list here we come!" 

I patted the air. "Be cool. Chill out. We have things to discuss. When I come back, I will have your mom's cunt juice on my cock." I sat up on the bed. 

Brent sobered. "What? With me here? I don't know if that is such a good idea." 

I smirked. "Just as I thought, when it comes time to confront it, you are chicken."

"No, I just think she, she would . . . " He trailed off. Brent was the smartest of us all. I am no slouch but he made me feel inferior most of the time. He was beginning to understand. He nodded, light was coming on. "For this to work, they are going to have to be comfortable with, being us, with being . . . " Brent stuttered. 

"With us sharing them," I finished for him. "But I am the one they have fucked. I fear they are all thinking they were going to be fucking me, only me and I would only fuck them. I have to correct that, if they indeed think or hope that. I am going to have to be the one who changes that, adjusts them to take a cock in the pussy and one in the mouth at the same time. They need to learn to fuck with us watching, with other people observing them having orgasms on our cocks." I stopped to let that sink in. Then I smiled, "so I am going to need help. I only have one cock!" I grinned as I stood up. "Don't whack off while I am gone and do not leave your room till I get back. I'll explain everything." Maybe for the first time in my life I felt smarter than Brent because he stared at me, eyes wide and mouth open . . . and he had no objection, nearly no response. 

"Wait, I have to take a piss." He scrambled out the door. I waited, nervous but calmer than I imagined I would be when I was rooted in my mother's pussy planning this moment. In the last couple months I had fucked five different women, on tables which seemed to be a theme with me but also in bedrooms and as I thought about it, I even got Mrs. Clark in a clothing store. I had changed. All this sexual success had changed me and for the better. While I was excited about the idea of fucking Mrs. Rossini, I was not worried about it. If she shot me down . . . well, I did not need to think about that. She would not do that. I would not let her. This was a step towards something much bigger. I was thinking of my mother on the phone with Mrs. Wills, would she go through with it? I already knew she munched pussy and liked it. But would she put the moves on her best friend? The friend she watched me fuck silly last week? If Mrs. Rossini fucked me, I halted the thought. She would fuck me, I thought. I grinned. I knew she would fuck me. I just knew it. 

Brent broke my reverie with his return. I could see he had wood. "Show me your cock." I said. Brent looked like I had told him I was gay. 

"What the fuck?" I said. 

I shrugged. "If you are going to fuck my mother, I would like to see the meat you are going to use. If we are going to make these MILFs air tight, we are going to see each other's equipment. We need to get accustomed to it or we'll be nervous and if we are nervous, they'll probably crack up." 

Brent, ever the rationalist, matched my shrug and took out his semi-hard cock. It was longer than mine by a cock head, I thought but about the same size otherwise, and curved where mine was rifle straight. He zipped up. "Well? Are you going to, to, you know?"

"Fuck her? Fuck your mother?" I said. I nodded. "Damn straight. You have to stay here. Get on SKYPE with someone and talk loud so if she checks she knows you are preoccupied." I stopped and looked him dead in the eye. "You better learn to say it." 

He nodded and I stepped out of the room. I heard the wavering sound of a SKYPE connection and then a voice speaking German. Brent answered in German. I felt inferior again. English was tough enough for me and Brent could discuss biology in German. Fuck me! 

I moved quietly up the hall to the living room. I could smell baking cookies. I also heard Mrs. Rossini talking and for a moment I thought she had company and I was out of luck. But then she crossed into my sight and hung up the phone, sitting it back in the wireless cradle to charge it before disappearing around the corner back into the kitchen. She did not notice me. Then silence. I kicked off my shoes and padded silently across the living room, down the two steps of the sunken part and up to the dining area of the wrap-around living area. I peeked around the corner just as the buzzer on the oven went off. Mrs. Rossini pulled out a steaming sheet of chocolate chip cookies and set them on the stovetop and replaced them with a new sheet. She reset the timer, 10 minutes. Then she picked up a bowl and took it to the sink and began rinsing it off for the dishwasher. Her tanned legs were beautiful beneath the white tennis skirt. Her dark brown hair contrasted with the white outfit. I hoped she was not heading out for tennis, if she was, I had just ten minutes. 

I moved quickly, walking silently across the kitchen. The blower over the stove masked my approach. I put my hands on her waist. 

Mrs. Rossini jumped. "Oh!" 

"Hold still, Mrs. Rossini." I whispered. "Don't make a sound." Then I gently kissed her neck. My cock had hardened just crossing the kitchen, so now when I pulled her hips back against me, my hard cock greeted her. 

"Oh, Sonny. What are you doing?" 

I kissed the bridge of her neck. "What do you think I am doing?" I pushed my cock at her ass. She had not responded, yet so I did not know where I stood. 

"Whatever it is, you should stop! Brent is . . . Brent is . . .?"

I kept kissing her neck, moving up to her ear, breathing gently into her ear before licking around it lightly. "Yes? What about Brent?" I did not want to change the subject. She had to fuck me with him down the hall. I was starting phase two, sharing. 

"A . . . Brent, he is here. In his room. Did you see him?" Mrs. Rossini was panting a little now, bending her head away from my tongue. 

So I kissed down her neck again. I lifted a hand to the strap of the white tank top and pulled it and the tight bra strap towards her shoulder, pulling up on the bra strap, making her breast move. My other hand wrapped around her waist, clutching her back against my body, against my hard, throbbing cock. Her hands grasped that arm but did not strain to move it, feeling more like she was holding it in place. 

Mrs. Rossini was almost as tall as I was and in heels, taller. I kissed the spot where the straps had been on her shoulder and ran the tip of my tongue all the way back to her ear. "Brent is talking to some German guy. He said he would be a while." I whispered. I kissed the lobe of her ear, still not much reaction. Leaving the straps straining on the point of her shoulder, I pulled loose the bow tie of her yellow checkered apron. I moved both hands down to her bare legs and rubbed up her legs under her skirt. 

"Oh, oh you have to stop! God, you are giving me the chills!" Hardly a ringing rejection! 

I stroked her legs a few more times, pressing her body against the sink, making sure she could feel my hard cock. She was bending over the sink just like I wanted, pressing her ass against me, hands braced awkwardly on the back and side edges of the sink. I returned the pressure. When she was bent nearly 45 degrees, I abruptly moved my hands from her legs to her tummy and then after stroking it for a moment, cupped her breasts, under the apron, over the tank top and sports bra beneath it. Mrs. Rossini straightened immediately which released the pressure at her ass. I kissed the side of her neck again and began to inhale deeply, several times, being sure to blow on her neck or down the front of the tank top when I exhaled. I held her by her tits. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 05



"Oh please, stop. Please . . . don't . . . stop." She gasped out. 

"Mrs. Rossini, you smell wonderful. Are you going out to play tennis?" I had to know, so I asked; Mr. Direct.

"Oh, no. Mrs. Chisom cancelled. Oh, I was but not, not, not now. Oh!" She peeped when I kissed her neck. "Sonny, I am so flattered but you must release me." 

Her voice had some conviction but less than it took to convince me I should obey. I continued to massage her breasts, while breathing by her ear and keeping my cock pressed against her pliant ass. 

"Oh, oh Sonny, that feels sooo good!" Mrs. Rossini muttered. "You shouldn't be doing this." 

"Do you want me do something else?" I asked. 

"You should, yes." 

I moved my hands from her breasts back down to her legs, to the sides of her legs. I swept both hands under the tennis skirt and found a pair of bikini panties. Curious, I always figured these outfits were a single piece. I began to massage her thighs and hips, moving my fingers farther and farther to the front and the back. Mrs. Rossini edged away from the sink to give my hands room. I felt the first strands of pubic hair. 

The buzzer rang. 

"Sonny, my cookies!" 

I released her, managing to press one hand lower into her crotch before I stepped away. I backed to the refrigerator and watched her remove the sheet of cookies from the oven, turn it off and set the cookies on the stove beside the other sheet. Without turning around, she removed the loose apron, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the counter. When she turned around, she looked scared. She picked up a spoon and took it to the sink. For a moment she stood still then turned and looked at me, hands at her sides, waiting. I moved into her arms and was kissing her before she said anything. Her hands rose and caught each shoulder and pressed so feebly I did not even hesitate. Then they were holding onto my shoulder then pulling at me, pulling at each shoulder as our lips writhed together. My hands rested at her waist, resting lightly on her tennis skirt, on her hips. 

Mrs. Rossini leaned out of the kiss. "We really should not be doing this. We shouldn't!" She whispered. Her eyes, however, were full of questions and suddenly it seemed like she was asking me. Till that moment, I had left my hands easily on her hips. While she looked at me, her eyes darted back and forth from eye to eye then down to my lips—when she looked at my lips, she would lick hers. 

Mrs. Rossini's eyes closed. "Oh god, Sonny. You really have to stop. You cannot be doing this. Really. You have to stop!" My hands both pulled at the tight white tank top till it came free of the skirt. My eager hands slipped under the cloth, touching her bare skin. Her hips snapped forward, thrusting at me. Her first definite reaction, caused by my hands on her skin, Mrs. Rossini sighed. "What if we get caught?" She whispered. 

I kissed her again but her lips did not move. I knew I needed definite action. I gripped the tank top at the bottom and pulled it up. As if by magic, Mrs. Rossini's arms went up, like I was a bandit or something and this was a hold up. I had only planned to pull it above her tits but since she raised her arms, I obliged her by pulling it over her head. I tossed it on the floor. 

"Sonny, now I mean it." She said, but her arms fluttered down to lay across my shoulders, one hand toyed with my hair. Her eyes still flitted around. "We should not be doing this? Brent might come out at any time." I unhooked the skirt and let it drop. She let me, stepping out of it and kicking it away from us. 

I tried to back up just to check if she would let me but her hands found a hold on my back so we separated only a little. She was not letting go. My hands were resting on her bare sides, stroking down her hips to her thighs and back up to her ribs. I moved them to her stomach and up to her huge Italian breasts. Her eyes closed. I massaged them for a few moments through the bra before I moved one hand up to her shoulder and pulled one strap to the side continuing to massage the other breast with the other hand. I kissed her on the neck. Mrs. Rossini moaned. I kissed along behind the creeping bra strap on one side till it went lax and drifted down her arm. As the strap moved, her arm on that side moved too, first to my face at her neck, down over my chest to my side to the bottom of my tee and under it, pressing her elbow against her side as she laid her hand against my bare skin. I shivered and kissed down her chest. Mrs. Rossini leaned back, helping the angle. My lips traced a drunken track down her skin. My one hand rubbed at her other breast while the other pulled at the loose strap. By the time my lips reached the ridge of the sports bra, the front of it was peeled down a ways. 

I moved my hand to the cup and peeled the bra down till her nipple came into view. I immediately licked and kissed around it, up and down the swell of her gorgeous breast. Her eyes were glazed and her body seemed to be on auto pilot or pleasure pilot, if that is not too clever. I did this for several minutes during which Mrs. Rossini's hips began a rhythmic thrusting I am not even sure she realized her body was doing. This was quite a physical accomplishment since she was bent far over the sink with her back arched, presenting her breast to my lips. She kept shifting her body, trying to move her nipple to my lips but I avoided that contact. I kissed down the side of one boob and up the side of the other, covered breast, while that thumb found and rubbed that covered nipple. I sucked hard at the side of her breast, placing a hickey in clear view. Finally, Mrs. Rossini groaned. I kissed back to the other breast licking the aureole. She shivered. 

"Kiss it, Sonny. Kiss it. Suck it. Oh, please suck my nipple for me!" I thought about teasing her but remembered the rest of my plan. I did not have all day to spend fucking Mrs. Rossini. Nor did I know how obedient Brent would be. So I licked her nipple. I kissed her nipple. I fit my lips over her nipple and sucked her nipple with my lips, opened my mouth and sucked at her whole breast, sucking it deep then running my tongue over the trapped flesh. Mrs. Rossini quivered, her hands moved down to the edge of the counter, steadying herself as she pressed her breast to my lips. Her hips were thrusting at my crotch at regular intervals. She began to thrust and grind, seeking more, other satisfaction than my lips on her nipples. I pulled back and she sighed. 

I put my arms around her, looming over her bent body. She was much more flexible than my mother was. I kissed her and now her mouth opened, her tongue licked my lips, great slurping swipes which tingled and aroused me. Something about the motion of her tongue ran through my body to the end of my cock. I should have known what was happening but I was thinking about the catch on her bra. I found it and released it. On the one side, the cup fell away from her breast. The other, with the strap still in place, remained covered. I stood back from her and pulled the loose bra off her arms. They stretched before her. I dropped the bra on the floor. 

"Are you sure Brent will not come out here?" Mrs. Rossini asked in a little voice. I bent to the breast newly revealed but recently stimulated and licked it, to each side, above and below the nipple. Mrs. Rossini groaned deep in her chest, making both breasts shake. I fit her nipple to my lips and sucked, hard, giving her a feel of my teeth. Her whole body flinched, her hips pounded against me. She tried to stand but I had the leverage and did not let her up, her head almost touched the window ledge. The kitchen window looked out onto the walk leading to the front door. If someone approached I would see them and if they were tall enough, they might see Mrs. Rossini's astounding tits as she lay back over the sink. I stepped away from her and if her hands had not been bracing her on the counter's edge, she might have fallen. I hooked thumbs on the string of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She pressed her legs together till the panties dropped down her calves, to her ankles. She lifted one foot but left the panties around the other ankle. 

"Sonny, do you know what you are doing? This is not right. Brent is just down the hall." Mrs. Rossini's voice had regained some of its original authority. I did not care and in a moment, neither would she. I opened my shorts. She tried to bend forward to see but I pressed one hand against her breast and massaged it. She stilled, all motion gone and her eyes closed. With one hand, I released my cock. I used that hand to stroke her pubic hair, then fingered her cleft. 

"I cannot believe you are doing this, Sonny. I cannot believe this is happening. I feel so, so aroused. If you try to fuck me, I am afraid I cannot stop you, I will not stop you. Oh Sonny, if you put your cock inside of me, I may faint. I may scream with ecstasy. Sonny, we cannot, we should not, we must not, ohhhhh fuck!" I stabbed her pussy with my cock, thrusting as deep into her as I could in one stroke which turned out to be two or three inches. Her pussy was hot and tight! Mrs. Rossini grunted and one foot rose up and stroked along the back of my leg. I moved both hands to her ass and adjusted her position on the edge of the sink. She lay back, bracing herself on her hands on the back and side of the double sink. Then I pressed and she pressed and my cock sank, ever so slowly into her tight, clutching snatch. 

"You are sliding you cock into me, Sonny." Mrs. Rossini spoke with a strained voice. "I can feel your cock in my pussy. You are hard and big and you are shoving it into me, piercing me, oh you are fucking meeee!" Mrs. Rossini moaned as another inch of cock entered her. She lifted her ass, perching her hip bones on the edge. I straightened my legs and shoved again, hands at her waist, pulling and balancing. My cock sank further into her. She grunted, her hips snapped forward and my cock knifed deeper. I moved my hands from her waist, up her back to her breasts. She was looking at me, her head cocked forward, nearly vertical over her reclining torso. 

"Are you going to fuck me, Sonny? Is that your cock you are shoving into me, into my cunt? Are you taking me right here in my own kitchen, at my own sink? Am I giving you permission to fuck me in my own house with my son in his room?" 

As an answer, I pulled my hips back and slapped them forward, slicing into her increasingly slick cunt. Her eyes closed and her head snapped back for a moment but then they opened and she was again staring at me, licking her lips. I was ready to come. I pulled out of her and she sighed, her eyes opened and she looked askance at me. "No. No, don't tease me. Put it back, please, Sonny don't stop!" I felt between her cheeks till I found her entrance again and tucked the head of my cock into her body and shoved. Her ass met me half way and my dick lodged itself deep in her pussy. Mrs. Rossini groaned. I groaned. 

"Oh Sonny, are you fucking me? Is that your cock so very deep in my pussy? God, I am about to come. Fuck me hard and fast and I will scream. No, you better not fuck me hard or fuck me deep, Brent might hear me screaming my fool head off when I come!" 

I began to fuck her hard and deep. Mrs. Rossini began to scream, a choked wail as she struggled to be quiet. I grabbed her tits and pulled them, rubbed them and used them to help me pound her with my cock while she braced herself back on the counter. Her body arched but her ass as her main point of support remained in place, a sitting target for my pistoning cock. Her legs wrapped around me and that motion set me off. I wanted to come, hard, slashing into her with long deep strokes. That wonderful pleasure was close. Mrs. Rossini's voice shrieked, a scream that was cut off by her hand over her mouth. She moved it. 

"Kiss me, Sonny, oh kiss me hard or he will hear. But don't stop!" Mrs. Rossini said in a tight, grunting voice. I leaned as far towards her as I could and our lips meet, our open mouths sucked together and she tilted onto one cheek and moved the other hand to grasp my neck. I redoubled the force I used on her pussy, my hands were now at her waist, controlling her body and balancing us against the sink. She screamed into my mouth, a sort of muffled squeal. Then my orgasm found and toppled me. I began the short staccato pounding. Mrs. Rossini's legs lifted and locked me in place and her hand dropped from my neck again so she had leverage. She then flapped her ass at me, piercing herself on my cock while it spurted semen deep into her love canal. My jerking body slowed, stopped. I sagged. She broke the kiss and slumped. I pulled my cock free and quickly dressed, panting, gasping. 

Mrs. Rossini watched me dress with lidded, glazed eyes. She struggled to her feet. Spunk ran down her legs. I scooped up some with my finger and held it before her lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and waited. I inserted my finger and she sucked on it, hard. When the finger was clean, she released it. She smiled at me. "That is a sample of what else I like to do." She whispered. Then she kissed me hard on the lips. "You better go, Brent is going to wonder where the hell you are." I nodded, finishing the kiss. I stroked both breasts and backed away. I finished dressing, being sure to leave plenty of her juice smeared on my cock. I had a mouth I wanted to feed it to. I left Mrs. Rossini standing at the sink, stark naked, panting, a hickey on the inside of one breast and cum sluicing down her thighs. 

I walked unsteadily back to Brent's room. I opened the door. Brent, bless his heart was still jabbering in German. Mr. Concentration, Mr. Focus! I wondered if he forgot I was in the kitchen fucking his mom. 

He clicked off the SKYPE session and turned around, his face a mask of eager inquiry. No, he had not forgotten. I could see he had plenty of wood. "Well? Well? Did you fuck her?"

I was out of breath. I flopped on my back on the bed. 

"Sonny! Dammit . . . shit, you fucked her didn't you? Right there in the kitchen? Oh god, I should have . . ." he stopped. "You did fuck her, right?"

I lifted my head, recovering from the recent orgasm, still organizing my thoughts. "Do you see any cookies?" I said.

Brent looked around. Sometimes, for a smart guy, he could be a little dense. Then he nodded and the light went on. "You really did? Really? You fucked my mom? Jesus. Jesus. It is real now, right?" 

I sat up. "Your turn." 

Brent's head whipped around so he could stare at me. "My turn? My turn! What do you mean, 'my turn'? You want me to go fuck my mom? I don't know if I am ready for that!"

I shook my head, then shrugged. "You can try but I doubt she is ready for that. I meant it was your turn to fuck my mom. I think this is a good thing, maybe better than a good thing." I glanced at the clock. Three-thirty. We had time but we had to go. If Mrs. Wills visited, she may not stay. I was not telling Brent about her in case she did not show. I'd let it be a surprise. I stood up. "You ready?"

Brent turned off the monitor of his computer then turned it back on. "I have one process I want to start. He focused on the keyboard, thinking. 

I reached around him and turned off the monitor. "Forget it. Don't be a dork! Mom is waiting to fuck you. Us. This is the next step to air tight." 

Brent stared at the keyboard, till I opened his door. He got up and followed me. We walked into the living room together. 

"Hey Brent, go on out to the car. I'll grab some cookies. Your mom's are the best!" He went to the door while I looped the other way into the kitchen through the dining room. If Brent was tuned in, he would see something he had not seen before. 

Mrs. Rossini was standing with her back to the sink when I came into the kitchen. Her face was a mixture of terror and passion; eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She had not put the bra on, or the apron. Her huge breasts pressed against the tank top, the little nubs of her nipples, clearly visible. The cute, white tennis skirt was in place. As soon as I heard the front door open, I stepped up to her, put my arm around her waist, ran the other hand under the shirt to her breast and kissed her. Her mouth was open and she sucked my lips against hers. I pinched her nipple, hard and Mrs. Rossini gasped into my mouth. She had her hands up like she was in a holdup, upper arms straight out and forearms up. Her hands did not move while I kissed her. I opened my eyes and right on time, there was Brent staring in the window. I flipped her skirt up and squeezed her ass, then pulled the shirt up and bent to kiss her breast. 

"Would . . . ah, ah, ah . . . you like to . . . ah, ah, ah . . . take some cookies . . . with you?" Mrs. Rossini panted while my tongue lashed her nipple. I moved to one side and kissed her heavily on the mouth again while I ran my hand between her legs, finding no panties. I penetrated her with a finger and then fed it to her while I sucked on her neck. She sucked and licked the juice off my finger. I grabbed a handful of cookies and put my face close to hers.

"Mrs. Rossini, I want to fuck you on a bed next time." 

Mrs. Rossini just nodded, her eyes wide, her mouth slack, her hands still up in the air. 

I bolted out of the house, hoping that Brent was around the corner of the garage before she turned around. He was. I stopped there to look back. Mrs. Rossini stood there at the kitchen window staring at me. She smiled then, and pulled her shirt up and showed me her tits. I was cackling like a crazy man when I jumped into the car and fired it up. 

"Jesus, Sonny. I thought you were going to rape her again!" 

I shot him a serious look. "Not rape, Brent. Don't ever say that. She gave as good as she got." 

"Yeah, sorry. But Jesus, Sonny, I thought you were going to fuck her again right there."

"I know. Next time you will be right there." We rode in silence till we neared my house, I knew I had to say something. "But listen, I got a problem. My mom wants me to move out. What do you think? Better to be out of the house or not?"

Brent glanced over at me. He shook his head. "Man, that's tough. If you move out, maybe we have a place where we can do the MILFs. On the other hand, you are out of your house. Let me think about it. We'll figure out something." He nodded, clapping me on the shoulder. 

We turned onto my street. I could see Laura's car parked on the street in front of my house. I started to get hard again. I think the more sex you get the more you want. I slowed way down. "Brent, I am going to have you fuck my mother tonight but see that car? That means Mrs. Wills is there. If we can fuck them both, we will but we only have four or five hours before my sisters are due to come home. Understand that I needed someone to fuck Mom so she understands there is more than just my cock in her future. She needs to be the pussy, not the mother. We are going to have to help each of them make that conversion but if my mom can do it, everyone can. I am pretty sure about that. This one time, though, I want you to follow my lead, do what I tell you. If I leave the room, except to piss or get something, it means you are on your own with whomever I leave behind. Is that all okay?"

Brent nodded. "Sure. Sounds fine. You know what is going on." Brent rubbed his cock through his shorts. "God, I am so hard. If I don't fuck something or rub it off soon it might split like a banana in the microwave."

I glanced over at him. "You saying you put a banana in the micro?" 

Brent just shrugged and grinned. 

I pulled into the drive way and shut off the car. "Close the doors quietly, I want to catch them." 

"Catch them?" 

I got out of the car and eased the door closed. I forgot that Brent did not know my mother had lots of experience in pussy licking. "I hope they will be in bed together."




Making the MILF List Ch. 05



Brent stopped and grabbed my arm. "You mean? You mean they are going to be eating each other?"

I grinned, "One way or another. Let's go see what we find." I quietly opened the front door and closed it behind Brent. I listened. Then I heard it, the faint staccato grunting, the uninhibited gasping of a woman approaching ecstasy. I kicked off my shoes, quietly. Brent followed suit. I tiptoed to the stairs and ascended, skipping the fourth last which Brent noticed and mimicked. The sound grew louder. I turned the corner to approach my mother's room. Her door was open and the sound clearly came from there. Just like last night, I eased my way up to the door. 

"Unngghhh, unngghhh, unnnggggggghhhhhhh." I peeked around the edge of the door and saw Mrs. Wills sitting on my mother's face, grunting as she ground her pussy down onto the lips and tongue giving pleasure below her. She was leaning on her hands, rocking her hips, arching her back, her head bowed in concentration between her arms. 

I turned back to Brent. "Wait here, listen, don't waste your wood. I think we will need it. You'll know when to join in." Brent nodded. I could see he was hard. With that, I slipped inside. The first thing I heard confused me. Underneath Laura's moaning and grunting, I heard buzzing. I glanced at the bed, at the naked body underneath Laura's rocking body and got a shock. The hips were narrow and I could plainly see a bush, black hair in a matted, unruly mess. The tits were smaller, flatter with longer nipples than I expected. I gulped, certain something was amiss. It was not my mother eating Mrs. Wills! 

I looked towards the buzzing, understanding it did not come from the bed. I found my mother, she was slumped in the lounge by the bathroom door, with a buzzing dildo shoved deep into her pussy, her head was back and her eyes were closed. Something about looking at someone alerts them. Her eyes opened. Her eyes widened. She pulled the dildo from her pussy and stood up, finger to her lips. She padded over to me, naked and pulled me into the bathroom. Once out of the way, she shouted, "be back in a moment, girls," and closed the door. No one responded.

Before I could say anything, she covered my mouth with hers. Her kiss ignited me and my cock flexed against her naked body. I tore my lips away from her. "Who the fuck is that?" I asked. 

"I need cock. Will you fuck me?" She started to kneel, her hands were shaking. "Christ, I have been watching those two for an hour and a half and I am half crazy!" 

I could see that. I pulled her back to standing. "Mother, who is eating Laura?"

"Oh, that is Anne, Mrs. Kingston. She caught Laura leaving and told her she knew she was fucking you. She said she was going to tell everyone. Laura insisted that she had discussed it with me but Anne did not believe her so Laura brought her here." She looked down and smiled. "We sort of seduced her. I figured if you wanted to fuck us both, three would be no problem." Mom smiled at me and began to rub my rising cock. "I made a deal with her. I told her it was the same deal I made with Laura."

"Deal?" I questioned. "What deal?"

"You fuck her while I watch. But she is Chinese, loves to negotiate!"

"What does that mean?" I pressed. 

Mom kissed me on the lips. "She wants your cock, and Chris' cock, that was Laura's contribution but she wants to watch you fuck me and Chris fuck Laura. And she gets you both! If we do that, she shuts up. Laura insisted that Annie had to eat her till you got back, though. Anne has learned a lot in a couple hours about sucking pussy and Laura has learned to enjoy it. What took you so long?" Mom laughed. "Go fuck her so you can fuck me."

Once again, I felt the MILF list getting out of our control, my control. I had a thought and went with it. I opened the door and strode into the room, not quietly. Laura's head lifted, she looked like she was three sheets to the wind, her eyes were dull, her lips wet and limpid. "Hi, Sonny. Thank god you are here. If I come again I'll pass out." Laura tried to pull her body off the woman's face but Mrs. Kingston would not let her go, her hands gripped the hips rubbing against her face, pulling them violently downwards. "Oh god, commmiiinnng againnnnnn!" Laura shouted and her body began to shake. She sat down on Mrs. Kingston's face, grinding her pussy. Anne put a hand down to her own pussy and began to rub. 

"Fuck her, Sonny. I promised. Then me." Mom hissed beside me. She reached around and started unbuttoning my shorts. I let her, her bare tits massaged my back. She pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I pulled off my shirt. On the bed, Laura Wills was tottering and she fell over onto the bed. Mrs. Kingston's head came up, one hand furiously rubbed her pussy and the other found her breast and began to massage it, pinching the nipple. Then she saw me. 

I wanted someone to taste pussy on my cock so I could not fuck her right away. I had hoped to get Mrs. Wills tonsils on my cock but she seemed spent. I put a hand on Mom's shoulder and pressed. She glanced at Mrs. Kingston then at me and got to her knees, her ass flaring below her. God but she was sexy. I positioned her so that Anne could see my cock with Mom in profile. Mom leaned forward and kissed the end of my cock. She pulled back and looked up at me. I grasped her head but did not force her. Her tongue snaked out and she licked around the head. She smacked her lips and sucked on the head, taking it further into her mouth. She pulled back. 

"Someone has been a nasty boy. Who did you fuck, Sonny?"

"Mrs. Rossini." I said without thinking. 

Mom's response was to open her mouth and suck my cock deep into her mouth and then swallow it deeper. The feeling of her mouth on my cock shook me. Mrs. Kingston, however, gasped. Laura sat up beyond her, looking bewildered and cum drunk. She looked at me and then watched my mother suck my cock, trying furiously to focus her eyes. She put a hand on Mrs. Kingston's breast and stroked it. Mrs. Kingston fell back to the bed, but kept her head turned, watching my mother suck me, her own hands busy. 

I pulled Mom off my cock, she did not release her mouth from my cock willingly. She started to rise but I pushed her back to her knees. "Stay there," I muttered. I went to the door and gestured Brent into the room. I pulled him by the elbow to stand before Mom. She registered shock. "Suck him, Mother, while I fuck Mrs. Kingston." When she did not move but gaped at me, I said, "I fucked his mom, the least you can do is blow him." I went to the bed. Anne Kingston watched me like a cat stalking a mouse, a pussy stalking a cock. Her eyes were wide but never left my cock. Her hands worked, rubbing her bushy cunt and one breast while Laura stroked the other. I crawled over her leg and she spread them to give me room. She withdrew her hand, laying both arms above her head. I stroked the wild hair at her pussy and her hips rose to meet my caress. A sigh escaped her thick lips. I found the lips of her pussy and ran a finger between them, feeling the liquid pooling there. Her lean legs glistened with her juice. I directed my cock to the wet spot and shoved. 

"Aaaaiiiiiaaahhhh!" Mrs. Kingston screamed as my cock plunged the entire length of her very wet, very tight pussy, about half a cock length. When I was seated in her body, I stopped. She looked at me, her expression a mixture of horror and lust. Her hips bound off the bed, sucking the cock in her body deeper. I glanced at Brent and Mom. 

My mother knelt before him staring at me while I shoved my cock into Mrs. Kingston. Brent was watching me, he wiped his hand the sides of his shorts, his cock clearly visible in profile. When Mom noticed me looking at her, she smiled and turned her eyes to the cock before her. She unbuttoned Brent's shorts and unzipped them. She ran a hand over his underwear coated cock and it flinched. She pursed her lips. 

I glanced down at Mrs. Kingston, she was watching them too. I caught Mrs. Wills' eyes and she smiled at me and bent to kiss Annie's breast. Annie writhed beneath the kiss but did not turn her head. Her body rippled and I felt the contraction on my cock. I pulled back and pushed back into her. Annie grunted when I hit bottom. Her legs lifted beside me, coiling around me as I sat between her legs, pulling at me, trying to tip me over onto her. Anne watched my mother on her knees, stroking Brent's cloth-covered cock. 

Brent's shorts dropped to the floor. Brent stripped off his shirt. Mother took hold of the waist band of his briefs with a forefinger and thumb of each hand and slowly began to peel them down, pulling them out and over Brent's semi-erect cock. It slanted to the side, the head well out of sight around the far side of his body. I watched Mother's eyes as the cock came into view. 

"Oh, your friend big boy!" Mrs. Kingston hissed. "I fuck him too!" She giggled then. "Fuck me, now, Sonny, then you fuck Mommy! I want see you fuck own mother. Make you Mother Fucker." She hunched her pussy up at me and clinched with her considerable internal muscles. The feeling swamped me and I fell forward, planting my hands by her shoulders. I pulled back. 

"Did you hear what Sonny said, Brent?" My mother asked. 

I looked over and saw Brent's cock flop forward. My mother caught it in one hand and kissed the end. It curved up so she had to pull it lower. She licked the end. 

Brent was nodding but Mom was not watching. She stopped licking and pulled back, looking up at him. Brent cleared his throat. "Yeah, he fucked my Mom." He said, his voice hoarse, raspy. 

"So, you thought it was your turn?"

"To fuck his mom, to fuck you?" Brent nodded. "Seems fair, right?" Mother did not answer but sucked his cock into her mouth and began to give it her full attention. Brent groaned. 

"Kiss her, Sonny." Laura whispered beside me but instead of letting me, she leaned over the Chinese woman and licked her cheek and then kissed her full on the mouth. Annie's eyes widened, staring into mine as Laura soul kissed her. Annie's hips jerked, her legs lifted and she wound them around me, locking her ankles in the small of my back. Laura pulled back and I replaced her. I reached up and grasped Mrs. Kingston by the wrists and stretched her body beneath me while my lips kissed her, lifting my hips as I loomed over her then pounding down into her. She bucked under me. She broke the kiss with a groan as I bottomed out in her taut pussy and looked towards my mother and Brent. His cock was about two thirds sunk into my beautiful mother's mouth. Her long black hair covered her laboring shoulders and her huge tits rubbed against Brent's bare legs as she fought to get the monster cock into her mouth and throat. Brent had one hand on the back of mom's head and the other on a shoulder. She was slowly coming off his cock, leaving it glistening, huge and hard. 

Mrs. Kingston fought against me, releasing her legs. "Let go. Fuck Blondie, then fuck Mommy. I want big cock!" She pulled her arms free and pushed at my chest. Her feet got under me and she lifted me off and out of her body. I got off of her, wondering what we had gotten into by letting this hellion into the mix. Laura rolled onto her back, opening her legs. I stood beside the bed till Mrs. Kingston, who was staring at me, flung a hand at me, pointing at mother. I walked over to mom who was sucking hard on what she could get into her mouth of Brent's cock. Brent was pumping at her face, pushing her head onto his cock. 

I moved behind mom. Brent opened his eyes, his face a mask. "Pull out. Fuck Mrs. Kingston," I said. 

Brent stared at me then removed his hands from my mother. She was oblivious. I waited till she pulled back then I pulled her off his cock. 

"Cock." She whispered before looking up at me and relaxing in my grasp. Brent moved by us to the bed. He stood by it for a moment. Mrs. Kingston rose up, wiped his cock with the sheet and then sucked it into her mouth. Brent groaned. Mrs. Wills sat up on her elbow and stared at Mrs. Kingston sucking Brent's cock. I could not see much besides Brent's flexing ass and the mop of black hair at his crotch. She pulled back and I could see her face. She looked up at him. 

"Fuck Mrs. Kingston, now big boy. Put cock where it count!" 

Brent moved between Anne's legs on the bed and inserted his cock, rising up a bit to get the head tucked into her cunt. She arched her back, aligning her pussy. Brent bent forward, Annie grasped him by the waist, lifted her legs so that her heels rested on his upper tights and hunched her crotch at him. Brent crunched forward, driving his cock into Mrs. Kingston. She screamed and contracted her legs, pulling him deeper into her pussy. Her whole body arched and thrashed, her head shook from side to side, her eyes clinched closed. Her scream tapered off till it was just a whistle from her open mouth but still she thrashed. Brent pulled back and plunged his cock home again, pinning her to the bed. Her legs dropped to the mattress, open, while her hips thrust up at him, over and over again. Mrs. Kingston bucked and shook as the huge cock penetrated her, pinning her to the bed. 

"Fuck me, beeg boy!" Annie shrieked, "Then you fuck them. Fuck me good first!" Brent began to pump his cock methodically into the woman. He fucked her straight armed for a while before lying down and covering her so all but her hair seemed to disappear beneath him with her legs appearing below his crotch. The bed seemed to swallow her. Brent wedged his hands beneath him, presumably grabbing her by the ass and began to hammer her. His down stroke elicited a guttural grunt from somewhere beneath him. 

"Jesus, he is huge." Mom said, her hand finding my cock. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I helped her to her feet and put my arm around her naked body. She kept a hand on my erect cock, slick with Anne's moisture. "I never watched anyone fuck before, not in person. It is amazing. He must be killing her." Mom whispered, awe evident in her voice. 

"Oh, oh, ah, ah, aaaahhhhiiiiiiieeeeeaahhh!" Anne's voice was a bit muffled. Brent arched up, showing us Anne's face, frozen in a grimace of ecstasy. When she relaxed, he began to kiss her, supporting himself on his elbows while his hips continued to pummel her. Anne kissed him back, rising up and pressing her lips to his, her eyes wild with passion, sweating with orgasm. 

The hand I had resting on my mother's forty-four inch hips squeezed her ass. She looked up at me and I bent to kiss her. Her hand moved on my cock and I wanted to be in her. I broke the kiss and saw Laura watching us, her eyes going back and forth between us and Brent's ass pounding the Chinese woman beside her. Annie was arching her body as Brent kissed and fucked her. Suddenly, Brent flinched, his whole body tightened. I could see his hips flex and his down stroke was nuclear, crashing down into the woman below him so that she grunted much louder into Brent's mouth. Then he was jerking, little humping motions while he dumped his load into her clutching pussy.

After a couple of minutes, Brent groaned and collapsed, his head on the far side of Mrs. Kingston's head. She turned it and looked at us. She pulled her hand loose and pointed at us. "You eat me now." She patted Laura with her other hand, patting her head like she was a puppy, "Blondie, you clean off big boy with mouth. Get him hard again, maybe fuck him."

Brent, apparently aware though inert, rolled off of Mrs. Kingston. Her pussy sucked at the cock as he withdrew from her, a long continuous slurping sound that ended with a wet pop. Laura scooted out of his way, sat up and began to lick his softening cock, smeared with cum. She ran her tongue along its length, over and over again, sucking and slurping. It twitched and she jumped, startled by the immense motion so close to her face. Brent's eyes were closed and he did not move, even when Laura finally lifted his rubbery cock and began to suck the head, ovaling her lips and licking with her tongue before pulling it into her mouth. 

Mrs. Kingston had been watching Laura too, but when the cock began to disappear into the blond woman's mouth, she turned her head. "Mommy, your turn to eat me. Come lick up come and suck me clean." 

Mother slipped from my hold and walked over to the bed. Her sexy hips swung back and forth, her narrow waist accenting the bulbous flare of her round hips. I wanted her badly at that moment. She crawled onto the bed, working her way between Anne's spread legs. She stared into the matted mess of the woman's crotch. Anne put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her face into her crotch. "Clean me up, Mommy Dearest!" Annie said with a cackle, a hacking laugh before looking at me. 

Beside her, Laura was grunting on Brent's cock which remained rubbery. She removed her mouth from it and resumed licking and sucking the head and down its length. Annie gestured to me. I moved to the bed. 

"Fuck her." She hissed, pointing at my mother's raised hips as she crotched between Annie's V'ed legs. "Become Motherfucker!"

Brent's head raised and he looked at me, then his eyes moved to the sight of my naked mother eating his come out of Annie's pounded pussy. He got to his elbows, lifting his back off the bed. Annie moved higher on the bed, pilling pillows behind her back. Mom followed the scooting pussy with tongue and lips, lapping at Annie and sucking at the pussy, making Annie jerk and shiver several times before she got settled. Brent's cock began to stiffen. Feeling it, Laura got to her knees and began to suck it into her mouth and down her throat, taking the implied challenge till nearly three quarters of it disappeared into her mouth. Brent groaned, closing his eyes for a moment but keeping his position. 

I moved down the bed and got on it behind my mother's raised ass. I laid a hand on her hip and her head came up with a grunt. Annie pushed her face back down, hunching her cunt at my Mother. Something must have connected because Annie grunted and dropped back onto the pillows, her hips hunching over and over, faster and faster. Mother grabbed Annie by the ass and tried to hold onto the flailing ass but she was unsuccessful till Anne stiffened and shrieked again, her hips shaking. Mother immediately licked the pussy, running her tongue between the convulsing pussy lips and up through the dewy black hair and back again. Annie's hips dropped to the bed and Mom's face followed, she attached her lips to the pussy and sucked, hard, then speared her tongue into it. Annie grunted and arched her body once more. 

I parted my mother's hips, pulling her cheeks apart till I could clearly see her damp pussy with the dimpled cone of her asshole above it. Mother arched her back. Laura lifted her mouth off Brent's cock. Brent stared at me, a look of serious concentration. He did not have his glasses on and so he squinted a bit. "Fuck her, Sonny. I want to see you fuck your mother like you fucked mine." He urged. 

I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to my Mom's pussy and shoved it into her. Her head came up and I heard her exhaling. Then, as I slid deeper, she lowered her head again and I heard her sucking, loudly on the pussy below her mouth. I bottomed out. 

"God, he's fucking his mother." Brent said. 

"Yeah." Laura breathed. They looked at each other. Laura started to mount him but Annie slapped his chest. 

"Fuck her from behind, like motherfucker." They arranged themselves that way and soon Laura was watching me upside down, her head hanging between her arms as Brent began to press his cock into her body from behind. 

I pulled part way out of my mother and shoved it home once more. I pulled back out. Mother was becoming so wet, I swore she was squishing as I slammed home once more. Beside me Brent worked his cock all the way into Laura's quivering body. Laura's arms collapsed and her upper torso fell to the bed. Brent pulled out and I matched his motion. When he slammed home, I slammed home. 




Making the MILF List Ch. 05



Laura grunted and Mom grunted at the same time. 

"You come in me, motherfucker." Annie said. "No in Mommy. No this time. In me. Blondie clean me out."

Brent and I both slammed into our pussies. Both women grunted. I think they heard each other and each wanted to be loudest. Brent had been curled around Mrs. Wills' ass, concentrating on getting his cock into her without hurting her. But now his cock was sliding into her body with ease and he straightened and looked back at me. He grinned and nodded and gave me a big thumps up. We then began to fuck our women in tandem, pulling out and slamming home so that they would groan or grunt together as we hit bottom. We had both come once so we kept this up for maybe ten minutes, counting resting. Both women came, though Laura orgasmed several times while mom had two. Finally, Brent began to pick up speed and I matched him. Mother lifted her head and she began to chatter, "coming, commmming, fuck me, I am commminnnnnnggggg!" And then she was shuddering through a mind shattering orgasm. 

Brent continued to fuck Laura. Laura began to moan continuously now, her ass wagging and shaking as the cock sluiced in and out of her weeping pussy, coming over and over again but without a word from her. My mother slumped. 

"Get off me." Mrs. Kingston said. "I fuck your son now." I pulled out of my mother's flooded cunt and sat back. She climbed off the bed and turned to look down at us, wobbling like she was punch drunk rather than cock drunk. Anne got on her knees and lowered her head on the mattress, presenting me with her recently cleaned pussy. I approached her and entered her. She stayed on all fours, her head came up, her mop of curly black hair tangled about her, hiding her face. I began to fuck her. 

Brent continued to stroke into Laura. She was moaning but her orgasm had drained the energy out of her and her body was still, receiving the fucking with gentle pleasure. Mom began to stroke Mrs. Kingston's back then reached beneath the woman's body and caressed her dangling breasts. I increased my tempo and felt orgasm rising in my balls, but it started in my toes and flooded up my legs to erupt. Anne screamed and I presumed that Mom was pinching her nipples. I clasped Mrs. Kingston's ass against me and pumped into her body, over and over and over till I was fully spent. Brent was still stroking Laura Wills. I slumped onto Anne's back. She crawled out from under me, scooting over, lifting one leg around Laura's supine body till her pussy was positioned at Laura's face. Laura raised her head and ran a tongue through Annie's matted pubic hair, then down to her distended pussy lips. Anne jerked and flinched at the contact, arching her body into Laura's face. 

Then Anne regained control, she pointed at my mother. "Make boy hard again." I climbed off the bed and my mother got on her knees and licked at my cock, slurping the cum slick which coated it from the head and shaft. I watched as Laura licked at Annie's pussy while Brent hammered into her. Mom cleaned my cock and after a few minutes, I began to harden. She sucked me into her mouth and began to deep throat me, blowing through her nose and swallowing around the nob of my cock, lodged in her throat.  

"Hey, hey!" Anne said. Mom pulled off my erect cock. Anne pointed at Brent, "You fuck Mommy, his mommy. He fuck Blondie while she eat me." Brent shot me a worried look but I just grinned. 

"Only fair, buddy. Fuck my mother for me. She wants your big cock!" I said. He slammed his cock hard into Laura once more and pulled it out of her body with a loud slurping sound. 

Mom released me and I went around the bed. My mother rose from her knees and sat on the bed. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs. Brent moved over between my mother's legs, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her lower on the bed. She grasped his cock and directed it at her gaping pussy and he slammed it home, driving it deep into her body. My mother arched her body, first rolling on her ass at him by straightening her swayed back then planting her legs and lifting him off the bed, seating his cock deep into her clasping cunt. She dropped back to the bed and then hunched her hips at Brent again. 

"Jesus, Mrs. Duncan, you have a great body! What an ass. I love the feel of our pussy sucking at my cock." I felt so proud!

"Ram your cock into me, Brent. Fuck me good! Just like Annie ordered! Fuck me like Sonny fucked your mom!" My mother's body was pinned to the bed and Brent leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. In moments, they were engaged and a deep, tongue tangled kiss which left them blowing through their noses while their bodies crashed together, parted and rushed together over and over again. My mother had hold of Brent's head and neck, holding him as she kissed him and fucked him. She was so damn sexy, taking that big cock into her body as they settled into a private, pleasure painted rhythm, her huge tits smashed against his lean, white chest. Sometimes, when their bodies parted, her breasts would appear, roiling with the motion of their fucking while they maintained the kiss, arcing their bodies apart and then banging together again! Her body surged at Brent, fully engaged in fucking him. 

Laura and Mrs. Kingston had been watching the sexual collision beside them too. Now they both looked over at me. I stood beside Laura's ass. I put hand on it and climbed onto the bed behind her. On my knees, I shuffled closer to her puckered pussy and inserted my hard cock. She grunted and then I heard a great sucking sound. I could see Mrs. Kingston's face and her eyes rolled up in her eyes. She threw her hands over her head and gripped the headboard and arched her body up at Laura's face. Laura grasped Anne's hips and pinned them to the bed. All I could see was her blond head flanked by Annie's legs and the two fried egg breasts with erect nipple centers above her blond head. Annie was trying to thrash her body but Laura kept her ass immobilized on the bed. 

I pulled my cock free of the luscious pussy, withdrawing till only the head made contact with her, then I surged forward, burying myself in Mrs. Wills body. She shuddered, lifting her head. 

"Fuck me, Sonny!" She screamed, I think the first words Laura had said in all the times I had been inside her. She dropped her head to Anne's pussy and Anne jerked. 

"Yeah, fuck her good, Sonny. Giver her lots of cock!" Annie said through gritted teeth. Then she was jerking again, hanging by her hands while her torso flapped trying to move her ass from the bed. Laura kept her ass still, tightly clutched between her hands and her mouth. 

Brent's ass was beginning to blur as he pounded over and over into my mother's pussy. I could not catch up so I found my own tempo, stroking Laura's pussy with deep, deliberate motion with a grinding accent each time I hit bottom. My mother broke the kiss and began to come, shouting her arrival with panting, breathless gasps, her body shaking and shivering while Brent continued to piston into her cunt. Her legs came up and she laid her ankles across his thighs. Then Brent began to spasm, his body jerking and jerking while he moaned, "Mrs. Duncan, Mrs. Duncan" over and over again. It sounded so funny to me I almost laughed and would have except that Mrs. Wills lifted her head and screamed, commuting the feeling that began in her pussy to her lips. Her hole spasmed around my cock. I increased my speed, trying to keep her coming. Her body jerked, over and over again and she kept trying to move away but there was no place to go. I pummeled her till my orgasm arrived and I flooded her pussy once more with come. 

Anne released her hold on the headboard. Laura slumped over one leg and I slumped over the other, next to my mother. Brent moved to mom's other side and the five of us lay together panting and gasping on the big bed, sniffing the aroma of heavy duty sex that permeated the room. Mrs. Kingston stroked my face. 

"You good boy. Fuck Momma good." She said. "You only fuck her when I say you can fuck her, understand!" 

I was about to object when Mother took Anne's hand and kissed the palm. "Yes, of course, Anne. We can discuss the matter at another time. Right now, you two should be getting home. Why don't you, Laura and Brent shower together in my bathroom and my son and I will clean up in the other bathroom. 

In the following silence, I thought I detected something odd, something strained in that brief exchange but Anne seemed to accept it. She reached over me and stroked my mother's breast, squeezing the huge tit and pinching the nipple with her small hands. Mother flinched. 

We all got off the bed and Mom and I walked down to my bathroom. We showered together. When we were under the water, washing the various fluids contributed by our various other lovers, she looked up at me with a frightened look on her face. "What have I done?" She whispered. "What have I done?"

I caressed her face and then I got hard. I was too tired to fuck but I crouched and entered my mother anyway. She closed her eyes and with her arms on my shoulders, took me once more into her body. I thrust into her depths three or four times, squeezing cum out of her like honey from a sandwich. I pulled out and we washed off. With the water off, Mom pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. 

"God I loved this. Can you believe I love cock so much that I would fuck Brent like that? And cum like I did? I was so excited to have you watching him enter me. I loved knowing that you could see him pierce my body and it made me come. When I came, I came harder because you were there, watching! What has happened to me?"

I shrugged. We parted, dried off. I got clean clothes in my room while Mother padded barefoot and naked into her room to dress. By the time I got to her bedroom, the bed was stripped, candles were lit and everyone was bereft of their previous dishabille. No one spoke. Mother and Mrs. Wills pulled the pillows lose from their stained and wet cases and piled all the laundry by the door. Mrs. Kingston stood beside Brent, curiously, holding his hand. She was maybe five four and he was six two with broad, boney shoulders and a hollow chest. Anne looked at me immediately. 

"You fuck everybody, right?"

I glanced at Brent and shrugged. "I guess." 

She nodded. "Good. You come to Laura's house, fuck her, don't fuck I no care. Come see me, fuck me. Tomorrow, next week. Before you fuck anyone else, you fuck me. We talk. We make deal. Agreed? I not tell, you not tell anyone till we talk, okay?" Her excellent English was returning. It had taken leave of her somewhat in her excitement. 

I was too tired to argue so I nodded. She and Laura left and I drove Brent to his house. I stopped out front. Brent looked at me. We had ridden in silence till then, each thinking about what had happened. "Fuck, Sonny, you did it. You made the MILF list for us." 

I nodded. I thought of nothing to say.

Brent extended his hand. "Thanks. Watching you fuck your mom, god the only thing I could think about was my mom, on her back kissing me like your mom kissed me. You really fucked her right? Now we can all fuck her, right? God, but I want to see you fuck her! I want to watch my mom fuck everybody, all of us! I get hard just thinking about it."

I grinned. Seeing him slicing his cock into my mom's pussy had been unbelievable. Thinking of the other guys all taking her left me breathless. "I wonder what is next?" I said, hoping I knew the answer.

"You share the MILF List, Sonny. That is what's next! You share the MILF list!" He got out of the car.

****NEXT: Sharing the MILF List