Sharing the MILF List Ch. 06

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Wednesday, I woke alone in my bed and for several minutes tried to fight through my recollections and fantasies to figure out what was real and what was imagined. I thought of Georgia, the eldest of my three sisters and concluded that I had fucked her once but not last night, though she had been in my room, on my bed when I . . . oh yes. It was all becoming clear. Mrs. Rossini, Mom, exhaustion, Georgia's disappointment. I suddenly felt pangs about neglecting a willing woman living right in my own house but shit, I simply had too much pussy to manage the way it was. Getting the dicks of sons into the pussies of their Mom's so neither freaked out and fucked up the MILF List was a delicate undertaking.

My phone rang and I glanced at my clock. 10:30. I must have been tired. I answered the phone's insistent trilling. "Hello?"

"Sonny? Shit, something is wrong!"

It was Brent and the panic in his voice made my nuts shrink. "Brent? Where are you?"

"Campus." He said but stopped.

He went to school. Something must be wrong. "What's wrong? Why aren't you at home fucking your . . . fucking Sasha?" I changed off the 'mom' word to her name, hoping if he was freaking it would not exacerbate it.

"She, she, I think she freaked out. When she woke this morning she was all amorous and shit and I fucked her then suddenly she seemed to wake up and she went berserk."

"What happened? What did she do?" My heart sank and I felt sick.

"I don't know, Sonny. She just started babbling and crying and then she would kiss me and grab hold of my cock. She acted just nuts. So I got out of there. I don't know what was going on. Go talk to her, will you?"

"Talk?" I said stupidly.

"Talk. Or whatever. Fuck, Sonny, you started this, you have to fix it."

I let the silence stretch, fighting the lurch in my gut and the anger that wanted expression. I needed to be careful, reasonable but fair. "That's crap, Brent and you know it but I will talk or whatever to your mother. But you have to know you are going to have to man up and handle this yourself eventually."

"I know but just not now." He hesitated. "Okay? You'll talk to her?"

"Or whatever." I said, not wanting to commit to something that only meant talking.

"Right. Fuck her if that is what she needs. But . . . go see her, okay?"

Brent sounded a little nuts himself but you help your buddies out, especially when they want you to go fuck their mothers. What can a guy do but answer when called? "Fine. I have a class at 11 so I need to get going. It may be four or so before I get over there. Is your step-father in town?"

"No. And thanks, Sonny!"

I just made class and aced the quiz again. I had another class, rescheduled, at 1 so just had time to get lunch. I was famished. It was 3:30 before I got off campus and drove leisurely towards the Rossini house. I had not had much time to think. People kept bothering me at school so the drive was a chance to gather my thought. All my sphincters tightened as I reviewed Brent's phone call. I took a long route but finally decided I had to just ring the bell and see what answered.

So, I did that.

Mrs. Rossini opened the door. She was dressed in a man' shirt and cream slacks. I liked the Contrasting affect, her breasts in a man's shirt and her womanly shape in the expensive slacks.

"Oh gawd, Sonny, thank you for coming by." That should have been a clue but my mind was full of my weekend plans, focused on getting Natasha back into the picture. I had a ways to go to learn how to not let plans get in the way of reality, sexual reality; a sort of Tao of fucking I think.

I decided to be both disingenuous and direct. "I can't stay, Natasha but Brent called and said," I gulped, "well, he said you were feeling a little . . . "

"Panicked?" She smiled, nodding. "Yes, well, I think I scared him. I have to tell someone something and, well, you came to mind."

I was fascinated.

Mrs. Rossini's hands kept smoothing the diaphanous fabric along the ridges of her thighs and up beside her crotch. Her eyes kept clicking to the side.

"What did you do to scare him, Mrs. Rossini?" I asked.

Her fingers quite moving and her eyes licked up my body to meet my gaze. "You better come inside, even if you can't stay."

I am not genius but even I could hear the disappointment in her voice. But it was shallow, like an oil spill over a deep reserve of eager anticipation. When the door was closed and I was inside her house, she confirmed it.

"I, oh gawd, Sonny, I have done something horrible!" Her face betrayed her. Though her voice cracked, the ragged words held anguish and angst but her eyes were alight with excitement. She was not a poker player but I was not sure what the bet was either.

I took her by the arm and steered her into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. I found a bottle of scotch and poured us each one and sat down. Mrs. Rossini stared at the glass for a moment but then picked it up and drained it. She tapped the lip of the tumbler again and I poured her just a little but she did not touch it again.

"What did you do?" I asked softly.

Natasha's big, dark eyes found me and the excitement shimmered. "Oh Sonny, I fucked my son last night."

"Oh." I managed to not smile or smirk or anything but I cannot pretend I had any sort of poker face. "You wanted to him to fuck you, right?"

Mrs. Rossini picked up the glass and knocked it back again. She hugged herself while I unstopped the scotch bottle and poured for her again. She stared at the glass for a moment before speaking.

"You have to promise, you must promise not to tell anyone. You have to promise! Promise me!" Her voice had the anguish in it but her eyes were still shining with focus and excitement. The incongruity confused me.

"Okay, I promise. So what is the matter?"

"I think my son is stupid! Or maybe he is a rapist!" She said, her voice approaching a weeping tone.

I began to think that the shining in her eyes was not excitement but tears pending but incomplete. I got a bad feeling. "What are you talking about?" I asked carefully. She reached across the table and took my hand in hers.

"Let me tell you the whole story. I was getting ready for bed last night." She began.

Something snapped in me and my heart went cold. Suddenly I feared that what had been so obvious to me had not been quite so clear to anyone else. Mrs. Rossini continued.

"I had just finished my shower and was going to watch TV in bed before going to sleep. I walked into the closet and the light did not come on when I pulled the chord. Then someone grabbed me, he put a hand over my mouth and then he tied me up. I was so scared, so horrified at what was happening. I was nude and I could feel the man's hard cock."

She stopped and her eyes found me and for a long moment she stared right into my eyes and in that instant, I think I felt her horror, her fear but when my eyes cleared, all I could see was her eyes shining with excited confusion. I did not know what to say.

"And Sonny, you know what? Do you know what I felt at that moment? When he pulled my arms behind me, sitting on my legs? Aroused!" She said it with such anguish, such shame, I felt sorry for her but I had no idea what to say or do. I waited. She continued.

"My body began to tingle and I was shivering I think while my mind screamed 'no'. My body wanted him to do what he was doing. He tied my arms behind me and then he made me get to my knees by the bed and I sucked his cock. My gawd, I cannot tell you how excited I got! I was aching to be fucked. I think I even offered to fuck him if he did not hurt me. I was so excited and scared and excited and . . . well, ashamed. I have had fantasies of a man raping me and here it was, happening to me and all I could think about was the cock I felt in my mouth and wished he would hurry and put it into me. Not my mouth, my pussy. And when he did, my gawd I think I must have come a dozen times in a single moment. I kept coming and coming as he fucked me." Mrs. Rossini stopped, her shining eyes were running tears.

She was not finished.

"He came in my mouth and all I could think about was watching Annie and I resolved in that moment that I would make you make me airtight. I would fuck my son and all his friends just to have this high again. I was tied and all I had to do was please this man. Did I mention he blindfolded me? I could not see anything. I talked him out of gagging me by promising to be quiet and to suck his cock. I promised! Can you imagine? I was so crazy frightened but the only thing I could do was promise to suck his cock because I did not want to be gagged. I could not stand the idea of being gagged while he fucked me. I wanted it. I wanted him between my legs but you cannot guess what he did before he fucked me. Yes, I was raped and I loved it! I felt him slide his cock into my body and all I could think about was how much I wanted it, how much I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast and fill me up with his vile pleasure." Natasha was panting now. The tears tracking down her cheeks glistened.

I had become unbelievably hard. Had I been able to move I likely would have fucked her but hearing her tell the story, hearing her account of what I had done to her, just WOW! I sat still, afraid that if I moved I would scare her away, like I was watching a hummingbird dining.

"He ate me, Sonny! Before he fucked me. He tied me to the bed, across it so my legs were open and my hands were stretched back over my head. I could not move and the first time his tongue touched me . . . oh my stars, I did not want to move. I held still, afraid he would just enter me but he didn't. I had dreamed of being raped with a man's tongue but always figured it was stupid because . . . well, who would do that? He sucked me and licked me and rammed his tongue deep into me and I loved it. When he quit I felt both disappointment and anticipation because I felt he had to fuck me. No man would rape a woman like this and leave her without putting his cock into her. Men can't be lesbians, right? No, that's crazy! I found I was more scared he would leave than that he would hurt me. Somehow I felt he was not dangerous, not really because all he wanted was to fuck me, to take me on my own bed and make me pleasure him and I wanted that. Gawd, I wanted to tell him I loved him and he could fuck me any time he liked but instead, instead I did something terrible, something awful. Do you know what it was?"

Of course I knew but I waited. Astonishment and her unfettered eroticism bound me.

"I wanted to tell him I wanted him, that whatever he did, whatever he wanted to do, I wanted it too. I wanted him to know so you know what I said? I asked him his name but when he said nothing, duh! I told him I had a son and I would use his name. I called him 'Brent' the whole time he was raping me." Sasha fairly wailed this last part. "And you know what? In my mind, I called to Brent over and over again imagining he was fucking me, entering my body with his huge cock! It made me come harder and more often than ever before." She sobered. "Honey, it is was different with you. I could never have imagined being taken in my kitchen like that so when you touched me and kissed me, I was helpless and could not fight you. I let you fuck me and I loved it. I still dream of that . . ." She hesitated, her face working. She swallowed hard and continued. "Then later, when you did Annie, when I watched what you all did with her, I was so aroused I could not stop myself from giving up to what you wanted. But this time, last night, I wanted it. I pled for it. He ate me to many orgasms before he finally tied me to the bed on my knees.

"My gawd, thinking about it makes me . . . makes me want it all over again! He put me on my knees and just waited. I started begging, pleading with him to put is cock into me, to fuck me! I was a slut, a whore or something; I was a woman primed and ready to be mounted and when he did, I think I must have blacked out! I came so hard for so long I just got lost, like I was sex drunk or something! High and unable to think or talk or anything. I lost track of time. But I remember hearing Brent arrive and then the guy was under me, and I fucked him . . . while my own son watched me!"

Natasha then shifted onto one cheek and she ran a hand over her lifted ass. "Oh, I remember too, he beat me with his belt. My ass, he spanked me so hard and so long I thought, I thought I would die! I remember it clearly. He released my legs but all I wanted was for him to fuck me, to put his cock into me again and he did. Then he put me onto my back and pounded his cock into me and I came and came with my ass flaring hot each time it hit the bed. I remember, I remember his hands on my ass and the stinging fire that flooded my body with singing sensation so that I felt every ridge and vein of his cock in my pussy. I was crazed and a mania oozed out of me and all I wanted was to be fucked, over and over again!" She shook her head. "I cannot understand it. Seeing Annie, seeing her take all of you one after the other like that, I wanted it and I told you I did but I don't think I ever really admitted it to myself how much I wanted it! How much I needed to have an ultimate sexual experience like that. Just once, at least once anyway!"

Natasha was babbling but coherent, rambling but focused. I just could not discern the object of her focus just yet.

Her eyes cleared a little. "I remember, now. His phone rang and he got my . . . oh!" She looked at me as though remembering for the first time.

But by her look, I realized she was about to tell me about the dildo in her bed table and was debating if she should. The decisions arrived and she went on speaking.

"Oh Sonny, don't think ill of me but he found a straight silver vibrator I use to . . . from time to time to . . . a. . . you know, when I am alone." She stopped.

"You mean to masturbate?" I asked helpfully.

The look on her face was pure bliss and happiness. "Yes. Yes, I masturbate sometimes. A lot really! Since the first time you touched me, Sonny, I have been masturbating all the time and more since I watched you guys fuck Annie that way! My gawd, you have lit a fire in me and I am not trying to put it out but . . . well, he found it and do you know what he did with it? The dildo I mean—but yes, he put a fire in me. He did do that. But the dildo, that beautiful silver thing, he put it into my ass! In my ass, Sonny! In my ass!" Her voice was shrill and ragged. I felt her panic but did not see it in her eyes which were wide and excited.

She gulped air and swallowed exaggeratedly. "He stuck my own vibrator into my ass and turned it on! I thought I would die just from the humiliation but Sonny, do you know what made me relax and enjoy it? The vision of your cock ramming Annie in the ass! I replayed that vision over and over again as the vibrator rattled around in my ass!"

I thought back and found it interesting that I did not recall that I had fucked Annie's ass that night. She sucked me and I fucked her but I did not do her ass. The thought stopped me because it occurred me that I may not have had her ass at all. You know, it is a weird feeling to realize that you have been fucking so much that you do not remember if you had a particular woman's ass or not. I grunted and that seemed to renew Natasha's commentary.

"That was when he left and brought Brent back. He got under me and I fucked him with Brent watching. He must have been terrified. Maybe the guy had a guy or something but I know he just stood there and watched me fuck this guy who had been raping me for hours. Then the next thing I know he made Brent fuck me. First from behind, doggy like, and then he got under me and I fucked him like he fucked the other guy! Shit, I mean shit! I was aroused, so excited, I would have fucked the Pope, raped the Pope I mean and he would have fucking loved it. Brent is huge. Did you know . . . of course you did! You saw him fucking Annie . . . ." She stopped and stared at me.

"Oh fuck, Sonny, I forgot something! Oh my gawd! I have been so preoccupied with, with what happened to me I forgot something. I don't know if I should be telling you this or not . . . but I think Brent was fucking your mother last night. While I was being raped . . . he tried to tell me he was going over to see you but . . . there was something about the way he said Cici would be home and he would 'say hi' for me, that did not . . . . Sonny? Sonny are you okay?"

I must have been staring because she reached up and laid her hand on my cheek. It shocked me a little and I flinched. Her face took on a look of compassion and concern.

"Sonny, honey, I did not mean to, I mean I did not want to hurt you but I thought you ought to know." Natasha looked so forlorn and worried I almost laughed.

In fact, I did chuckle under my breath. "Sasha, my dear mother fucked your son while I was in her ass. In fact, we all fucked her not so long ago. We 'Annied' her."

Mrs. Rossini stared. "You mean, you mean what I saw, saw that night?"

"Afternoon." I said and immediately felt inane. What a dork!

She just smiled, a misty-eyed, barely-a-smile, smile that made me feel ethereal and light.

Just like that, the conversation changed, though only for me. "Mrs. Rossini, I want you to be airtight this weekend. How does that sound?" As soon as I said it, I felt how ungodly insensitive it was. Here she was telling me about being raped and I was signing her up for airtight flight! What an asshole!

Her face registered the disjunction.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. Rossini. I . . . don't know what to say about the rape."

Her eyes immediately softened. "Sonny, it has helped just telling you about it, talking it through with you. You do not seem shocked at all that, that I did not hate it . . . oh hell, Sonny, who am I fooling? I fucking loved it! Having him control me like that and then giving me pleasure like he did, when he could have just jammed it into me and left me tied to my bed. No, when Brent arrived, he made him fuck me, just like I wanted. It's okay. I am not asking for you to get all weepy for me or something. How many women get their most secret fantasy to come true right in their own bedroom and then followed up by another they had not even admitted to themselves?"

"You admitted it to me." I said and once more wished I would keep my fucking mouth closed.

Mrs. Rossini smiled at me. "Yes, I did, didn't I? And you told Brent, didn't you?"

Now it was my turn to goggle at her.

"Relax, he told me last night he knew I wanted him after he fucked me a couple times. He did me twice during the night, using me and then going back to sleep. I laid beside him and just felt the sensation of sleeping with my son and Sonny, I owe this to you, to you for taking me in my own kitchen and then showing me what a woman can experience with enough dick at her disposable. So, yes! Yes, to I long to be airtight and yes, to as soon as possible!" She grinned at me.

For a moment, I searched for something sensitive to say but found nothing so I chose to press forward, take her at her word and address the issue. "Sasha, you say he beat your ass?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

"Well? Did you like it?" I asked.

She hesitated but finally nodded. "Gawd yes, especially after he entered me from behind the first time. I thought I was going to scream so loud the neighbors would come take pictures. You know I never imagined having a hot ass could be so . . . so . . . so . . . erotic!"