Sharing the MILF List Ch. 11

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Chapter 11

A MILF of my own, Owning Mom

This is an intermediate part of the story with some setup for the next few chapters. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks to everyone who reads, votes and helps keep make this a popular story. -C

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The week Melissa Crawford left town, I was exhausted. I slept for ten hours a night for most of the week. I went to school and though I participated, I was zonked, utterly somnambulant. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I went through the motions of being alive, mostly as a courtesy to everyone else, but utterly without conscious thought. I had had so much sex, such great sex, in such mind-blowing ways, I think I was numb. Chemistry and Econ seemed attractive by comparison. Not till Friday night did I rouse, and then only when mom came into my room. She was dressed in lounge clothing, a demure skirt and a sweat shirt.

She knocked on my door and poked her head into my room to ask me if I wanted anything from the store, she was making a run.

"Beer? Donuts? Me? Anything?" She asked with a grin. Her eyes twinkled.

She looked so funny with just her head and part of a shoulder visible inside my door. For a moment I stared at her, my mind clouded with undifferentiated visions of her and the other MILFs I had fucked and watched fucking in the last month. But suddenly the haze lifted and my cock got hard, extremely hard, really fast. But that was only the consequence of what occurred between my ears. For the first time, I think I realized that I had traded my mother to a man with a mammoth cock and she had let me. But beyond that was a subtler, sexier reality. I had traded her but not till February or whenever Chinese New Year arrived. That meant she was mine to trade, which meant she was mine now. She had accepted that. It was part of the arrangement.

Along with that clarity was the knowledge that Alissa was the same to me, now. I owned her body. I could demand nearly anything of her with the full expectation that she would comply. I had secured her position in her law practice, brought her not merely a huge client (huge! Really!) but in doing so created a barrier between her and the partners that protected her professionally in a way she never could have achieved without me. I denied her to her own son and she compiled, as least I believed she did. Admittedly that was only remarkable in the context of the MILF list. So far I had no reason to doubt her and even if she did lie to me about that, did it really matter? Somehow, sharing the MILFs with my friends for our mutual pleasure relieved the possessive pressure implied when fucking someone. All I wanted was Alissa and Mom to be sexually satisfied while the MILF list lasted. I discovered in that first conscious thought of the week a powerful aphrodisiac; I realized that when the MILF list ended and they closed up shop and closed their legs to us, I had the confidence that I could get between the knees of some other wonderful woman and she would love having me there.

"Sonny? Sonny?" Mom moved through the door, standing just inside my room.

I had been studying, but her appearance flicked a switch, the one connected to my cock. I gazed at Mom as though seeing her for the first time. The thoughts ran through my head, Chemistry was forgotten. The swell of her breasts under the sweatshirt made her sexy and inviting. Her knees were smooth and her thigh muscles rippled, disappearing under the skirt to who knew what was up there? Well, actually, I did know. Been there done that. Whatever panties she had or did not have on, I knew the feel of my mother's cunt clasping my cock as it sliced into her seething body.

After four days off, it turned out I was horny, really fucking horny! The idea that my own mother could be had, at that moment, thundered through me like a glimpse of nirvana and I don't mean the band, well, maybe I do mean the band.

"Sonny?" Mom's face appeared concerned, her forehead creasing. She touched a hand to her black mop of hair and ran fingers through it, distracting herself from the lack of response from me. She seemed to be reassuring herself she existed since I had not responded to her.

"Come closer." I said softly, my voice rasping with desire.

I think she sensed what was coursing through my veins, the roaring in my ears, the tingling sensation of erotic response, because she did not move. I could hear music from Tawny's room and the TV blared downstairs. My sisters were home. The thought that I could touch my mother while they were in the house, knowing that she would surrender to my raging desire amplified it. It was weird, like the past few months had never happened, and I was once more the clueless guy suddenly endowed with the ability to seduce my own mother. That conception roared to life in me as a consuming, demanding need. But I was now a different guy. I could have her, and now I would have her.

"Close the door." I said again, lifting my eyes up from her breasts to gaze into her eyes. They glittered gray. She blinked. "Come here." I said again.

Mom hesitated, but then slowly closed the door. Her breasts revealed her excitement, heaving as her breathing quickened under my steady gaze, a clear response to whatever vibe I was broadcasting. For a second she stared at me then she moved over to stand beside my chair.

I was sitting at my computer desk working on a spreadsheet as part of a project. I turned in my chair and as she approached. She bumped her hip against my shoulder looking down at me without making a sound. Her eyes glittered with her excitement. When I placed my hand behind her bare knee, those eyes closed and she inhaled, making that little hissing sound caused by sucking air between her teeth. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and she made a soft sound, an "Ohhhhh" that was nearly a sigh but really it was encouragement, a plea to touch her, to make her feel what I was feeling. She sensed it and lusted after it. She wanted me to share it with her. In exchange she would share what she had to share, which was just what I wanted. I wanted her!

For a few moments I ran my hand up and down her smooth, luscious thigh before curving my fingers further around its curve so that when I raised it, the back of my hand caressed her other leg. My hand was between her legs.

Mom groaned.

I own her, I thought. The torrent of passion roared in my ears. The words formed in my mind twitched inside of me. My own mother would fuck me. I knew it intellectually. I had been between her legs, in her mouth, buried in cunt and ass but it was like all that happened to someone else, that she had been a MILF to me like the others, a luscious woman ready and willing to be mounted by a young man. Now, now she was my mother, a woman but my mother, a woman I should not be touching like this but who I knew I could do what I wanted with and she would comply, eagerly even. The promise shimmered around us like an aura of lust, hers mixing with mine.

Before my eyes, her breasts heaved, rising as she tried to breath around the tightness in her chest, the tension that tingled between her legs. She longed for my hand to meet that tingling.

I studied her breasts, nearly even with my eyes, trying to determine if she had on a bra or not. I decided she did. "Mom, I want you to do something for me."

Her eyes opened as my hand tickled the back of her knee. She nodded. "Yes, Sonny." She breathed, then bit her lip as the casual hand drifted up between her legs, bumping into her crotch before descending once more.

"Mom," I said, feeling the syllable on my lips. "Lift you shirt over your breasts."

She hesitated, then, closing her eyes, she complied with my request. Standing beside me, my hand between her legs—I ran my hand clear up her thigh till I felt the heat of her pussy on my index finger—with her sweatshirt hitched over her great breasts, she sighed and closed her eyes and waited.

I stared at her breasts for a moment, puzzled by how I was going to remove the bra without removing a hand from between her legs. It was impossible. I scooted my chair back and turned to face her completely. I reached carefully around her back and with trembling hands, unhooked her bra.

"Oh Sonny." Mom whispered. "The girls are home." She said, only a little objection in the words.

"Yes, I know." I said, aware that the whole idea excited me. The bra went lax and her breasts spread a bit, the tight crevasse of her cleavage widened. With both hands, I pulled her bra away from her breasts and carefully tucked it up into her hands holding the sweatshirt. "Mom, I gave you away to Mr. Kingston. He is going to put his huge cock into you whenever he wishes." I stopped, staring at her big, bare breasts. Every move the woman made shimmered through them. Her nipples were beginning to swell, bulging with her inner tension, distending with tension. I stared at them, watching the flesh purse and crinkle.

"Oh, Sonny. We shouldn't." Mom whispered, but she did not move. "The girls . . . ." Her voice lapsed when my tongue touched her nipple.

Her eyes had been closed so I leaned in close and ran the tip of my tongue around the aureole of her breast, feeling the dark skin with my tongue, rough and tight. My mother shivered at my touch. I pulled back and looked up at my mother's face. Her eyes came open, as though with conscious effort. They wandered for a moment before fixing on mine. She blinked once or twice but waited.

"I own you, Mother." I said. "I can do anything I want with you."

Mom's eyes got very wide, the tension of shock and fear. She swallowed.

"I gave you to Mr. Kingston. That means I own you."

To my surprise, my mother nodded, gulping first but then her head dipped once, twice, three times. It was not some spasmodic twitch. It was agreement. Her eyes were wild and her body fairly quivered before me.

"Say it." I pressed, pushing my advantage.

"You own me." My mother breathed. "Oh yes, own me, son. I, you, you have brought me pleasure like I have never known. Own me." Her eyes closed briefly.

I leaned forward and kissed her breast along the side. I held it up with one hand, kissing the exposed flesh, swabbing her skin with my tongue each time. I could taste the acrid tang of soap; Mom always showered when she got home from work. I kissed along the arch to the slope and down between them, nuzzling the other with my forehead while I sucked gently on the inside slope.

"Ohhhhh honnnnney!" Mom cooed.

I kissed her porcelain skin till she began to move her torso, twisting and turning, trying to present her nipple to my lips. She was completely mine. I sucked on her nipple and her body swayed. I withdrew and maneuvered her between my legs. I wanted her to straddle me but my office chair had arms that made it impossible for her to straddle me as I wanted.

"Kiss them. Nipples. Please!" Mom's voice quivered with desire.

I complied, leaning forward and pulling a swollen nipple with my lips. I fixed my mouth over it and sucked her hard, my tongue swiping at it, sealed inside my lips.

"Oh, oh, oh yes." Mom cooed.

My hands had been on her hips. I dropped them to her bare knees and ran them rapidly up her legs under her skirt, searching for her panties. I found them, pedestrian cotton briefs. I pulled the waist band over the bulge of her hips, nipple still sucked hard in my mouth.

My mother crooned and pressed her chest against my face. Her hands remained stuck to her shirt and bra tucked beneath her chin. Her head wagged back and forth as I sucked on her breast, easing her panties down her legs. She posed before me as a woman submitted to me, her hand holding her shirt and bra to her shoulders, exposing her breasts to my mouth, my hands shifting her panties down over her hips. She stood still, waiting for my pleasure and hers. Her eyes closed and opened very slowly; something to do while I teased her.

Beyond my door, I heard someone moving down the hall. Mom paid no attention. She was sunken deep into our pool of passion. I resolved to not let her escape without penetration. Her panties rolled into a tight cord around her legs. I pulled them down to her knees. Mom pressed her legs together and they dropped the rest of the way. She lifted one foot and freed her ankle from the binding of her panties, leaving them looped around the other.

With my hands on her hips, I moved her backwards towards my bed, with little shuffling steps. Her breast remained in my mouth and her hands kept the gray sweatshirt pulled up under her chin. When her legs met the bed, I released her nipple and my hands on her hips pushed at her slightly. Mom sat on my bed. She lay down immediately, her face a picture of pending, frustrated rapture but still holding shirt and bra above her breasts. Her legs opened and she lifted her hips to move further onto the bed for the main event but I gripped her knees and held her in place. I got to my knees on the floor. Her knees opened.

"Oh Sonny. Oh, my beautiful son!" She whispered. "I love you so much. I am yours. Yes, I love that."

The last was in response to my tongue searching through her bare furrow. Her hips lurched and my tongue penetrated her. I fit my mouth over her and searched for her clit with my tongue. She shrieked when I found it. Passion mingled with satisfaction and the twitching fear that my sisters would hear and come see what the sound meant. The vision of Tawny peering in on my mother posed on my bed with me sucking her cunt throbbed in me like a beacon from a distant lighthouse. The next sound Mom made was muffled but a scream none the less. I sucked on her clit and she pulsed, pressing against me, the muscles of her legs and abdomen were tense and quivering with excitement. I slashed my tongue deep into her and swirled through the folds of her pussy over and over again. Mom grunted and ground herself against my face.

I sat back and stood in one motion.

Mom whimpered, her eyes saucy and blurred. She tried to focus on me. I stood between her open legs. I bent over her, kissing the a nipple, sucking it hard for a moment. Then I lifted her to the middle of the bed. I stood up then, while she positioned herself. Her hands never left the sweatshirt which made her motions all seem odd and awkward but filled with sensual urgency. Her movements made her billowing tits sway and lurch, demanding my attention, my gaze, my lips.

I dropped slacks and briefs, skimming them down my legs in one quick motion, dislodging shoes and socks all in one motion. I stripped off my tee and got to my knees between my mother's legs on the bed. She stared up at me, waiting. I spread my knees, pressing them against her soft thighs, lowering my cock towards the swollen lips of her pussy. Her thighs widened for me, her heels pulled at my back, urging me forward, urging me to enter her body with my cock.

With one hand I pressed the end of my cock into the crease of her pussy.

"Oh, yes. Please, son. Make me. Mount your mother." Her voice rasped about us.

I bent over her, the head of my cock sank deeper into her. She bubbled with heat and desire. The pleasure shot through me. My mother was on her back on my bed and I was penetrating her with my cock. What was more, she wanted it. She was consumed by the moment, saucy with arousal and throbbing with need.

Mom whimpered.

I arched my back, pressing my cock down through her silken cunt into the furious pleasure deep inside of her. I felt her tense and my downward motion slowed. The pleasure was blinding. I wanted to hammer her, to fill her and pound into her with abandon but I disciplined that urge and pulled back. Her pussy clung to me, slurping loudly around the withdrawing cock.

"No. In me." Mom pled.

I reversed course and proceeded to intercourse, ramming my cock into my mother, penetrating her with a full stroke. At the bottom, fully seated in her pussy, I ground our bodies together, swishing my head around inside of her, stirring her as the wild delight stirred me. She shuddered with the pleasure of our conjoining. Her pussy pulsed around me and suddenly I erupted into orgasm. The climax crashed through me and I gasped with the luxury of it. I filled her. Mom groaned and lifted her hips to take me even deeper. I twitched into her body, jerking and groaning as I came, filling her body with my cum and moaning into her neck as I collapsed from the bone-melting pleasure of fucking her. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind me while I came, using the leverage to pulse her pussy up at me while I pulsed into her body.

After a few minutes, attenuated by the sensations of her body responding to me, I recovered enough to lift off of her and back down the bed to stand, staring down at her nearly nude body. Her skirt was turned up over her belly and her legs splayed wide, framing her hairless pussy.

Casually, I got dressed. While I buckled my belt, Mom sat up, rehooked her bra and found her panties. She unrolled them and pulled them up her legs, not swiping at the cum bubbling out of her. She found the slippers she had been wearing and put them on. She got unsteadily to her feet. We looked at each other. For a moment, I wanted to kiss her but before I could, she spoke.

"I want to go to the store smelling like I just had a man in me. It is fun to watch people and see the moment they realize what they are smelling." Mom giggled. "It is hilarious. Particularly a woman, when the realize I am wearing eau d'cum. I love that moment of recognition." She sobered. "I am yours." She hugged herself then, closing her eyes. "I cannot believe I am saying that, particularly about my own son." Her eyes opened. "But I am. I want sex with you whenever you like." She touched my cheek with her fingers and smiled a wistful smile that invited me to take her again, right then, right there and I could have. She leaned in and kissed my lips gently.

She left me like that.

That night I went to sleep with the thought about my mother in her room and I almost went to her but I demurred. I thought about the sisters and despite my initial reservations and all that Mom had told me, it just did not seem right to be porking Mom with impunity while they were around. I was not sure I wanted them to know, did not know how that would work. I woke in the night at the sound of my door latch clicking open. I lay on my side but out of the corner of one eye I could see a shadow in the door way. I could not focus enough to make out who it was, Mom or Georgia or maybe even Dalia. For some reason I lay still, demanding she, whoever she was, come into the room without encouragement. It was a perverse thing to do but if it was anyone but Mom, I needed them to wait. I had a MILF list to complete. Airtight was reality but we had two more MILFs to fill up with cock. I had no will to distract myself from that endeavor with my sister's pussies. I knew if I started with them, I might never leave the house.

If it was Mom, she changed her mind and strangely I liked the lingering need in me, unsatisfied but whetted as it was. I dreamed of my mother sitting stride me on my office chair. The next day, Saturday, I got a wrench and took the arms off my chair, the dreams thrumming in me as I imagined my mother's pussy enveloping my hard cock as she lowered herself down onto my pointed lap.

I was still recovering from the last week and a half of pussy, behind on school work as it were. I spent most of the day working but around five Sammy called to see if I wanted to get pizza with him. I did and he came by and got me. He said Landon and Brent would meet us there and we were picking up Chris. At the pizza place, we reprised the previous weekend. I was watching Landon to see if he would own up to his new girlfriend or the dearth of mom pussy in his case. He said nothing.

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